Author's Note: Hola! If you're wondering why I'm back so early it's because this chapter is mostly a fluffy filler! P.S. if you like this story I'd recommend checking out my collection of Descendants One-Shots. Now that the self-promotion is out of the way, on with the story!

Disclaimer: The amount of sex jokes in this compared to the movie should tell you that I don't own it. This doubles as a warning so I hope you read this!

It was almost seven in the morning when Ben knocked on the VKs door.

"Who is it?" he heard Evie question in her usual soft voice.

"It's Ben. Can I come in?"

He saw a flash of green from the slit under the door before his girlfriend's voice called out.

"It's open!"

The young king stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and took in his surrounding.

His eyes immediately trained themselves on Mal first.

The daughter of Maleficent was already dressed in her usual attire. She wore a purple shirt splattered with vibrant splotches of green and pink. Over it was a black leather jacket that faded to pink at the sleeves. Tight, dark green pants showed off her legs, and the whole outfit was finished off with her usual black combat boots.

Her violet locks framed the soft features of her pale face perfectly.

She wasn't wearing any makeup except for a bit of mascara that brought attention to her striking green eyes.

Ben couldn't even imagine someone more beautiful.

The purple-haired girl glanced up at him from the drawing she was currently working on and shot him a quick smile.

It was a simple, casual thing, but the young royal almost melted.

As he walked over to sit next to her at the foot of the bed, his eyes flickered over the other occupants of the room.

Evie stood in front of the mirror applying a coat of lipgloss. She'd already gotten dressed in a pair of black leggings, navy pumps, and a simple blue dress with dashes of red and black. Her hair was back in a french braid.

At the head of the bed sat Jay, leaning against the intricate designs of the wooden headboard with his arm wrapped around his boyfriend. He was the only one in the room still in his pajamas, grey sweatpants and black socks, but Ben could tell he'd been awake at some point because he was wearing headphones and appeared to be listening to music.

The young king thought the thief may have been dozing. Though he wasn't quite sure.

The youngest of the group was curled into the son of Jafar's side, book in hand. He was dressed in his signature colors. A black leather jacket with splashes of red and white over a plain white tee, black shorts that faded out to a crimson at the bottom, simple black high-tops laced with white, and cherry-colored fingerless gloves.

The whole look was finished off with his usual dog-tail clipped to his side.

It was such a domestic sight, the four of them together.

Ben smiled as he sat down next to his girlfriend, leaning down to give her a chaste good morning kiss.

"How was your night?" he asks after they break apart.

"It was alright. Yours?" she shrugged, darkening a line of her sketch.

"Good. However, I have some unfortunate news.. We had some kitchen appliances malfunction, so breakfast isn't really looking like much of an option until we can get someone out here to fix them."

The purple-haired girl's hand paused as she blinked and looked back up at him.

"Just have C fix it," she stated as if it were completely obvious.

Now Ben was confused. Was Carlos good with machines or something? He had no idea.

"Do you think he could?" the young king questioned, tilting his head at his girlfriend.

Mal snorted.

"Sweetheart, if you set Carlos loose in a junkyard for a couple of hours, he could probably build you a whole new set of appliances that worked twice as good as the originals."

That was surprising, and apparently it showed on Ben's face considering the way Mal's lips quirked into a smile.

"You do realize the runt's a mini-genius?" she raised an eyebrow to which her boyfriend shook his head.

"You didn't know that?" Evie joined in.

Now finished with her makeup, she sat next to the daughter of Maleficent.

"Well I knew he was smart, but.." Ben trailed off.

The purple-haired girl perked up as of she'd gotten an idea.

"Hey, did Auradon ever notice something odd about the Isle around say.. Eight months ago? Maybe with the barrier?" she asked, clearly trying to get her boyfriend to pick up on something.

The young king bit his lip in thought, trying to recall if something out of the usual had happened.

He snapped his fingers when it finally hit him.

"The magic gave out for a few seconds or something. It was like someone had punched a hole in the barrier and it shattered like glass before the spell kicked back in."

The girls both nodded, gesturing for him to continue.

"What.. What does that have to do with anything..?" he asked, not quite understanding what they were getting at.

They both sighed in sync.

"Carlos built a device and broke the barrier with it," Evie enlightened.

Ben, stunned by this development, whirled on the de Vil, "You did what!?"

The pale boy didn't even look up from his book.

"I broke the barrier. Can you really blame me?"

Honestly, he couldn't. The young king knew that if he had been in the VK's position, he would've tried just about anything and everything to escape.

The girls both laughed.

"Yep. The runt's a nerdy little tech-freak," Mal stated so elegantly, earning a dirty look from said tech-freak.

Her boyfriend sighed and shook his head, "Anyways, would you maybe be willing to see if you could fix the appliances, Carlos?"

The freckled teen's head shot up, a crazy look in his eyes.

"Oh no, you've unleashed the mad-scientist," Evie giggled.

"Seriously Ben, you don't have to ask. He's always looking for a chance to tinker around with things that could possibly explode," the daughter of Maleficent rolled her eyes.

The de Vil went to stand up, only to have his boyfriend lock an arm around his waist in a vice-like grip.

Carlos groaned and turned to face the taller teen.

"Jaaaaaaaaaay," he whined, getting a playful smirk thrown his way.

"Hmm?"

"Let me get up," the smaller boy commanded.

"No. My Carlos," Jay protested, bringing the brainiac in his captivity into a tight hug.

The pale teen sighed in exasperation and turned his head up to whisper something to the Arabian.

The thief's eyes snapped open and he instantly released his boyfriend.

Smiling victoriously, the youngest of the group hopped up and shuffled over to the corner where his bag was resting.

"Geez, that was fast. What'd you do? Threaten to withhold sex?" Mal whistled.

"What?" Carlos squeaked, turning a lovely shade of pink as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

The rest of the room's occupants laughed.

"Wow Mal, how'd you know?" Jay asked, faking astonishment.

"Jay!" the blond nearly shrieked, his face darkening even more.

"Take a deep breath, C. We know that's not what you said," the daughter of the Evil Queen smiled, trying to stifle her giggles.

"Yeah, well now I'm actually going to do just that. Thanks for the suggestion, Mal" he nodded to the purple-haired girl.

The thief instantly stopped laughing and began whining about how that was too harsh.

Carlos simply ignored him and turned to Ben.

"Lead the way to the kitchen."

A few minutes later, Ben and the VK were all scattered around the kitchen.

Thankfully, Jay had gotten dressed after having a lamp magically levitated towards his face.

A stout woman in a dress and apron with graying hair and a friendly smile entered.

She quickly walked forward to give Ben a hug whilst making a comment about what a handsome young man he was becoming.

When she'd pulled away, she turned to the four VKs.

"You must be Ben's friends! It's so wonderful to finally meet you!" She bustled around the kitchen, giving each teen a hug which they awkwardly accepted.

"Oh where are my manners!?" the woman exclaimed, "I'm Mrs. Potts. And you all are?"

"I'm Mal. That's Jay, Evie, and Carlos," the daughter of Maleficent introduced, pointing at each of her friends in turn.

Mrs. Potts didn't miss a beat.

"Oh my! You're Ben's girlfriend! He's told me lots about you."

The woman turned to the now slightly flustered boy.

"You didn't tell me she was this gorgeous!" she hissed, smacking his arm playfully with a dish towel.

"Well words can only say so much," the young king defended.

Now it was Mal's turn to be the flustered one.

Mrs. Potts let out a hearty laugh before changing topics.

"So what brings you kids to the kitchen? I'm sorry to say most of the appliances aren't really working at the moment."

"That's actually why we're here. Carlos has offered to fix whatever is broken. He's apparently pretty good with this sort of stuff," Ben spoke up, clapping a hand down on said teen's shoulder.

Though he quickly removed the offending hand after receiving a glare from Jay.

Surprised, the gray-haired woman scuttled over to the de Vil.

"Are you sure, sweetheart? Some of this stuff is kind of dangerous. I don't want you hurting yourself," she frowned in concern.

Mal butted in, grinning, "Explosives are kind of his favorite thing to work with."

Mrs. Potts blinked.

"Well alright then. Just be careful okay, darling?"

Carlos nodded, struggling not to wince at the familiar pet-name. His mother loved calling him that when she was trying to manipulate him. It was more creepy than anything really. She'd actually pet his hair whilst using a sickly-sweet tone. He hated it, but it seemed to make her happy. And a happy Cruella meant less bruises and cigarette burns for Carlos.

"So um, what seems to be not-working?" he asked quietly, feeling rather shy around the outgoing woman.

She went on to explain what appliances were broken and what they weren't doing properly.

The pale boy listened intently, the gears of his brain whirring.

Once she had told him everything and answered any questions he had to the best of her ability, he pulled his tools out of his bag and got to work.

First he fixed the blender as it seemed to be the easiest thing.

He'd completely dismantled it, readjusted the wonky parts, and put it all back together in under ten minutes.

All the while his friends watched. It was kind of strange seeing the normally awkward and clumsy Carlos look so relaxed in his element.

After he got the blender running normally, he moved on to the toaster. He repeated the same process he'd used with the previous appliance. Although this one took him a little longer due to the fact that he wasn't used to metal parts that weren't rusted.

The entire thing took him about 25 minutes. Give or take.

The stove was next. He'd pried it apart with some difficulty, but managed to find and fix the problem in a little over half an hour.

Now came the hardest part, the oven.

After checking the inside, he concluded that the issue must be something with the wiring.

He leaned against the counter and chewed his lip, debating how he wanted to go about solving it.

Eventually, he turned to Ben and Jay.

"Could you guys maybe pull the oven a little ways away from the wall?"

The young king was a little stunned by the request, while the thief was completely unfazed.

He walked over and took position on one side before sighing and waving Ben over.

"Well come on. I can't move it by myself."

Trying to ignore how crazy it all was, the royal hurried over and mirrored his friend's pose.

"Ready? 1… 2… 3!"

They heaved the appliance away from the wall.

Jay grunted whilst Ben let out a beastly growl.

It took a few tries, but they managed to get a few inches of space between the oven and the kitchen backsplash.

"Thanks," Carlos nodded at the two.

He moved to wedge himself back into the corner, pecking the son of Jafar's cheek as he did so.

"Are you sure that's enough room?" Ben frowned, not seeing how the freckled boy could possibly work with such little area.

"Yeah. I have small hands and long fingers. I'll be fine," Carlos shrugged.

"Trust me. I know," Jay smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

He lost the smug look a moment later because he was too busy dodging the screwdriver that was flying at his face.

It took nearly 45 minutes for the de Vil just to find what was wrong. It would've taken half that time had he actually had time to study a manual in the past. But sadly, he'd never managed to come across one during his time on the Isle or in Auradon.

The fact that he couldn't really see what he was doing and just had to go by feeling wasn't helping much either.

Thankfully though, now that he knew where the problem was he could figure out how to solve it.

Eventually he determined whoever had put the oven together had wired it incorrectly.

The blond was surprised the thing had even worked at all to begin with. And for this long too.

He moved to grab a tool before turning back and returning to the mess of colorful cables.

For what must have been an hour plugged, unplugged, stripped, clipped, and twisted the bundle.

"How is everything going?" Mrs. Potts called, popping into the kitchen to check on his progress.

Next to her stood Anita. It was apparent by the matching cups that the two women were likely chatting over tea.

"Good. I found the problem a little while ago.." he mumbled at a barely coherent volume; focusing on the strand of blue-coated metal in his fingers.

"Do you mind if we stay in here and watch you work?" Anita questioned, curiosity lacing her tone.

Carlos shook his head.

"Not at all."

Just as he was finishing up he made his first mistake.

Because he was working in such cramped conditions for such a long period of time, he'd begun to shift and squirm without realizing.

This caused him to grab the wrong wire by mistake and get a pretty bad shock.

The blond let out a yelp. His entire body jolting before going rigid.

Fortunately, he was able to let go of the copper strand and the electricity stopped pouring into him.

"Carlos? Are you alright? What happened?"

The two women were by his side in an instant, his friends and boyfriend not far behind them.

"M'fine. J-Just a little zap," he answered.

The two women apparently didn't think it was such a casual thing judging by their expressions.

Deciding it was best to just let them process, the pale teen simply shook himself off and brought his hand to his mouth.

After nursing the electrical burn for a brief moment, he went back to work and quickly fixed the last wire.

"Done."

The two were still staring at him.

Confused and starting to become uncomfortable, the son of Cruella glanced between his friends and the women in search of answers.

"…What?" he asked nervously.

Anita shook her head in disbelief and kneeled in front of him, taking his wrist gently yet firmly.

The blond didn't quite understand what she was doing, so he just allowed her to continue.

Mrs. Radcliffe gently peeled his glove away and was confused to find his hand already bandaged.

The wrappings wound around his hand and up his wrist until she disappeared under his sleeve.

Frowning, she untied the dressing and pulled it away. She had to reign in her shock when she saw several more faded scars similar appearance to the injury he'd just received.

The thing that surprised her most however was the the familiar black and purple image of two dragons coming together to form a heart. She recalled seeing the icon earlier on the back of Maleficent's daughter's jacket.

After quickly swiping her thumb over it, she concluded that it was in fact a tattoo.

Her curiosity now getting the best of her, she pushed up the pale boy's jacket to his elbow and began to undo the rest of the bandages.

Upon realizing her intentions, Carlos inhaled sharply and jerked his arm away, hastily yanking his sleeve back down.

The action sent alarm bells off in Anita's head; red flags popping up everywhere.

When she reached out in an attempt to set a hand on his shoulder, he pretty much slammed himself back into the wall behind him he scrambled back so fast.

Anita furrowed her brow and moved away to give him some space; noticing the way his eyes were shifting around the room in search of an escape route.

"I'm sorry. I should have asked," she apologized softly.

His gaze snapped back to her when she spoke. He studied her for a moment, then gave her a minuscule nod in response.

She sent him a tender smile and stood up slowly, offering him a hand.

The freckled teen stared at the extended hand before hesitantly accepting it and allowing her to help him to his feet.

Once he was back upright, he carefully slid past her to hide behind Jay, rewinding the bandages and tugging his glove back on in the process.

The older boy didn't hesitate to pull his skittish boyfriend into his side protectively, sending him a reassuring smile.

Anita watched the two interact with a tiny smile quirking at the corners of her lips.

It was clear to her that she'd have a long way to go if she intended to form any kind of bond with Carlos, but the sight in front of her at least proved it to be possible.

With a small sigh she ran over the recent events in her head, deciding to speak with her husband later.

AN: What'd y'all think? R&R!