#Descendants fanfiction

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

Protective Flower

Pairing: Harry Hook x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1.4k

Summary: While making your rounds of the Isle making sure everyone still fears your name, you run into an old acquaintance. Someone oversees this and doesn't take lightly to others touching what is his.

Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with the square 'Jealousy'

*Gif does not belong to me

Boots clicking with every step, you had not a care in the world as you walked through the Isle of the Lost. Why would you? You were the daughter of Madame Gothel, the Mother Gothel. Everyone on the Isle knew of your mother's story and with that came protection, a blanket of safety that her name alone offered you.

That didn't mean you let the glare on your features fall or had your back turned on anyone for too long. With brisk steps you passed through different sections of the Isle, never staying for too long. It was only when you saw the back of someone's head whom you never thought you'd see again.

"Jay?" You slowly question, your voice hesitant in case who you thought was in front of you was an illusion or just an insanely good look-alike whom you've never seen before that day. It was only when the boy's head of long brown hair turned and a whisper of your name left his lips that you knew it was him. "What are you doing here? I thought you had gotten off this island and were at Auradon."

"Some circumstances have changed," He muttered with a coy grin, bounding his way over to you. The fast approach made you take a few small steps back, trying to put distance in between the two of you in case he decided to try something, though Jay bypassed this easily, one of his strides making up for three of yours as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. "I've missed you. We all have."

You froze immediately as you were engulfed, not expecting the embrace and hardly knowing what to call it. The feeling that arose from being trapped within Jay's arms was odd, almost comforting. That didn't matter though as you kept your arms glued to your side, not raising them to return the gesture.

"I'm sure it would've passed," You mumbled, voice gruff as you remembered what it had been like before Jay, Mal, Evie and Carlos left the Isle. How things have changed since then. Your words caused Jay to finally pull back, which you were both grateful for since the action was weak, though also longed for it to return, the simple contact something you have never experienced on the Isle evoking something within you. It must have been some trickery Auradon had taught them. "You never did say why you were here. And if you're here, I'm assuming so are the others."

"About that," Jay trailed off, hand sheepishly going to rub at the back of his neck. The action instantly had you quirking an eyebrow, never before seen such an action from the taller VK. Or former VK. "Carlos actually sent me to come and find you. We were wondering if we could use your help. Like old times-"

"What do we have here?" A taunting voice called out, cutting off the end of Jay's sentence, not that you needed to hear the rest of it to know what he was asking of you. You didn't even bat an eye to the new voice, coming well accustomed to it in the past year, more so than before Jay and his little redeemed squad had run off. "Runnin' into ya two times in a day has got ta be a good omen."

Jay's whole deemer immediately changed at not only the sight of him but also the sound. Turning an annoyed glare that held more heat than you knew Jay could still muster onto the newest arrival, Jay greeted him with a less than pleased grunt, "Hook."

Harry Hook, in all his glory, came out from the shadows he had previously lurking in so the deranged grin he was flashing could be seen by all.

"Don't sound so sad ta see me," Harry's laugh felt as if a harsh bite had sunken into you. It wasn't unwelcomed but such a stark contrast to what Jay had offered you moments ago. His eyes fell on you quickly, blue irises sucking you in as he walked closer, sealing his spot at your side as he wrapped a tight arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his side. "I was wondering when the two of yer would meet again. It was only a matter of time I suppose."

Jay's eyes locked in on the hand on your waist, Harry's fingers flexing at the sight as they curled in tighter. The sensation didn't hurt, not when you've felt it before. It was almost comforting, though in a different way to how Jay tried offering it. You weren't oblivious enough to not understand that Harry was staking his claim, however, making it known to Jay how things were running this time around.

"I didn't know the two of you had buddied up since we've been gone," Jay had to drag his eyes away from where the two of you were connected, never taking his eyes off of you as he refused to look into Harry's.

"Things have changed since you and the others were taken off the Isle," You shrugged your shoulders up as you spoke, giving it to Jay plainly. After he and the others left you were without a gang to call your own, leaving you to resort to other means of getting by. "Not all of us were whisked away to be Princesses and Princes."

"I can see that," Jay breathes out as if the words were vile on his tongue. You weren't ashamed of this. Just because you had grown closer to Harry and his crew in his and the other's absence didn't mean you were going to flip a switch now that they were back. "It was nice catching up with you. If you want to talk more, you know where to find us."

"I'll see you around Jay," You bid your farewell, surprised that Harry was able to remain as quiet as he did. Not sparing you another word, though his eyes flickered down to where Harry kept his hold on you, Jay turned away so he could make his way back to the hideout he must've come from.

"Now wasn't that a lovely chat," Harry chirped, rounding on you once Jay was out of sight. His other hand came down to your hip, resting there tightly as he slowly began to back you up. "I was just on my way to warn ya as well of Mal and her little crew's arrival. Somehow ya always beat me to it though."

"I must just be lucky at sniffing out people with pretty faces," You say, not a second later your back came in contact with the wall behind you, a small huff leaving your nose at the contact. With a cruel quirk of your lips, you bring a hand up to pass through some of his hair. "Maybe that's how I found you all those months ago."

"Cute," Harry barked out a bitter laugh, bringing his face closer to yours. Some of that bitterness seeped into his face as he looked down at you, his next words coming as a sting. "Uma doesn't want ya going near them. Who knows what they've brought from Auradon. And we all know how close ya were with them before they left."

"Good thing Uma doesn't control what I do then," You dipped your face to the side as Harry tried to trap your lips in a harsh kiss, his teeth ready to make an appearance. Instead, a kiss was left on your cheek, the pirate recoiling back once he realised. With a smirk of your own, you leaned in, trailing feather-light kisses across his neck and jaw. Your lips ghosted his skin, never staying in one spot for too long. "Though I'm sure an exception could be made if you asked nicely."

"Stay away from Jay and his friends," Harry spoke lowly, lips chasing after yours as you continued to evade him. With a raised brow, you stared at him as if you were waiting for more, leaning back so he couldn't reach you. With an eye roll from his dark eyes, an abundance of eyeliner smeared around them, he grinned out, "Please."

You waited a few moments, bringing both of your hands up to cup his face. Dragging him slowly, you brushed your lips quickly against his, muttering before finally giving him what he wanted, "I'll consider it."

[c-rose2081]

Girl in Blue

My design of Chloe for We the Anti-Heroes.

It takes a certain type of personality to deal with Ariana, especially in any sort of living arrangement. Chloe Charming is no mere whisper of a princess; she is an immovable force, not easily intimated by words alone (and with quite a few nasty ones to throw back if needed). She’s she a stickler for rules and honor and can be incredibly bossy, but she and Ariana balance one another well.

Mainly Chloe not letting Ariana bully her, and Ariana forcing Chloe to realize how fucking uptight she is.

Aka: they hate one another so much it somehow circles back to an almost sisterly camaraderie lol very much a ‘hey, only I’m allowed to be mean to her’ kinda relationship. They are technically step-cousins though Audrey and Chad’s marriage.

Ariana and Chloe are a dangerous pair to cross, too, seeing as Ari is 6’2 with heels and enough rings to rival brass knuckles, while Chloe is a gym-rat, ripped, and carries blades on her person.

[goforshexgo]

Harry Hook has white boy rizz

[princessbettina]

Birthday Cake: Harry Hook x Fem! Reader

Summary: It's your birthday and what better way to spend your special day than with the love of your life.

Warnings: None. Kind of short of a story. Apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

Gif border credit goes to Saradika ♡

(I'm writing this because today is my birthday!!)

Harry takes celebrating birthdays very seriously, especially yours. The moment you opened your eyes from being asleep made your love squeal with delight and excitement.

"Good morning and happy birthday, my love." Whispered Harry, he began to speechlessly shower you in kisses all over your face. You smiled brightly as the blush began to show on your face.

"Thank you so much, handsome. You always have the cutest reactions to literally everything. I can't wait to celebrate with you today." You said with a wink.

"Me too, darling. Let's get this party started!" Harry chirped, lightly booping the tip of your nose and placing a kiss on your cheek before getting up off the bed to get the day started.

The smile and blush continued to grow on your face. You watched Harry in awe and giggled softly. You were beaming with excitement now.

Harry had prepared your favorite breakfast meal in bed, which you very much enjoyed. You thanked Harry by placing a kiss on his cheek. Seeing him blush always warmed your heart.

The rest of your special day was spent by doing your most enjoyable and favorite things along side your pirate boyfriend. Harry pulled out all the super duper sweet and heartwarming stops for you.

He first surprised you with a beautiful flower bouquet. The sight of it painted a bright smile on your face once again.

You held the bouquet in your hands as you brought them closer to your chest and hugged them delicately to your heart.

The majority of the day spent together was you and Harry getting to bake a cake together. You enjoyed baking. Culinary and baking has always been a passion of yours, and as soon as Harry found out, he thought it was refreshing and sweet to see how passionate you are and wanted to be right by your side.

"Why don't we bake a cake together, Y/n?" Asked Harry, raising his eyebrow in curiosity as he smirked at you.

"Ooh, absolutely! I love how into everything that I enjoy you are, my love." You replied with a giggle.

Harry gently booped your nose and placed a kiss on your cheek; "You know I'd do anything for you, my love."

You continued to smile and blush at his response, as did Harry too.

The scrumptious cake that Harry and you made together was just about finished. As you were adding the frosting on the cake, Harry had walked up from behind you and gently hugged your waist from behind.

This interaction made your heart flutter. You giggled softly once again.

"You deserve to have a very special day today, my love. I hope it's been more than great." Said Harry in between your skin as he nuzzled his face on your neck, causing you to playfully squirm and blush.

"Oh my gosh,look at you being the cutest thing ever. You always know how to make me smile, handsome." You replied with a smile. You gently ran your hand through his hair for a moment.

Harry chuckled and continued to smile after hearing the adorable words that you were saying; "It's a gift, it's in my blood, haha." Harry winked at you again, instantly causing you to smile even more.

If you had a coin jar of all the times that Harry had made you smile, you'd be rich.

"Speaking of gifts, darling," Harry spoke softly, but it had a tone of seriousness in it, too.

"I have one more present for you, but I have to ask you something first." Your pirate boyfriend continued. You smirked at him. You were distracted by something for a moment as you turned your attention elsewhere briefly on the other side of you.

What you didn't see at first was Harry pulling a tiny box out of his pants pocket and slowly kneeling down on one knee.

You turned back around to face Harry when your jaw dropped. You gasped and covered your mouth with both hands. Seeing the way Harry was positioned only knew one thing in your mind, and you really hoped it was leading in that direction.

"Y/n, from the very first moment I met you, you have made me feel like the happiest guy's ever. Will you marry me, darling?" Harry asked as he opened up the tiny box that revealed the ring with a smile.

Happy tears began to form in your eyes as you nodded your head yes. You giggled and began to open up your arms; "Yes! Yes I will, my love. I love you so much."

You and Harry shared a warm hug together. "I love you so so much, too. Happy birthday again, my darling." Said Harry as he chuckled and hugged you tightly while spinning you around in his arms.

This was definitely going to be a birthday that you will never forget.

-the end ♡

[descendant-of-evil]

Under Her Shadow| Gil LeGume

Pairing: Platonic!Gil x Mal's Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,667

Trigger warning: this story contains themes of emotional neglect and family dysfunction.

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a one-shot, so please don't be too harsh on me...

Summary: Basically it's a sad & lonely-reader meeting and befriending the ball-of-sunshine that is Gil LeGume...

༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

You stand in a secluded alley on the Isle of the Lost, watching as Mal and her friends wreak havoc on the poor inhabitants of this forsaken place. You are Mal's younger sister, but it often feels like you don't even exist to your own mother, Maleficent, who openly favors Mal over you, always praising her older daughter's every move and putting her on a pedestal. Meanwhile, you are left in the shadows, feeling invisible and unwanted.

You watch as Mal struts around with her new friends, Jay, Evie, and Carlos. They are now the most infamous gang of Vks on the İsle, known as the "Core Four", and Mal is the leader. They’ve been inseparable since going on that crazy quest (that you weren’t part of) to retrieve Maleficent’s scepter: The Dragon’s Eye.

As you see them all laughing and joking together, a bitter wave of loneliness washes over you (despite knowing that deep down, you'll never fit in with them, no matter how hard you try). You have no one to talk to, no one to confide in, and no one to call a friend.

You try to approach Mal, to see if she'll pay any attention to you, but she brushes you off with a wave of her hand. She's too busy with her new friends, and you're just an afterthought. As the day wears on, you find yourself feeling more and more isolated. You watch as Mal and her friends plan their next scheme, and you know you'll never be a part of it.

Eventually, you decide to wander off on your own. You find yourself in the docks, sitting on a barrel, feeling sorry for yourself. You can't help but wonder why your mother doesn't love you as much as she loves Mal. What did you do wrong?

As you sit there, lost in your thoughts, a shadow falls over you. You look up to see a boy standing in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. It's Gil LeGume, son of Gaston.

"What are you doing here all alone?" he asks, his voice surprisingly gentle.

You shrug your shoulders, not really knowing how to answer.

"Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

You shake your head, tears threatening to spill over. "No," you whisper.

Gil sits down beside you, and you're surprised at how comfortable you feel around him. You've always been too disgusted by Gaston and his sons to talk to them, but Gil seems different.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice soft.

Trusting your instincts, you take a deep breath and tell him everything. About how Maleficent favors Mal over you, about how you feel invisible and unwanted. About how you're always left out and never included.

Gil listens intently, his eyes never leaving yours. When you're finished, he puts his arm around you, and you lean into him. It's the first time in a long time that you've felt comforted.

"You know," Gil says, "Blood-Family isn't everything. You don't need the approval of your mother to be happy."

You look up at him, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, that you shouldn't have to strive to be like Mal, for Maleficent’s approval. You don't have to follow in her footsteps. You can be your own person, and make your own choices. You can do whatever you want and be whomever you want to be… That’s what İ did and İ’ve never been happier."

You nod, feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time in a long time. Maybe he's right. Maybe you don't have to be in Mal's shadow forever.

Gil stands up, pulling you to your feet with him. "Come on," he says, "Let's go to Ursula’s Fish and Chips, I heard that the fries are on discount today."

You smile, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. Maybe today isn't so bad after all. And maybe, just maybe, you'll find your own place in the world, away from Mal's shadow.

As you and Gil walk through the Isle of the Lost, you start to see things in a different light. You notice people and places that you've never seen before, and you begin to realize that there's a whole world outside of Mal's group.

You and Gil sit on a bench, eating your chips and talking about everything and nothing. You tell him about your favorite things, like reading and drawing, and he tells you about his love for pirating and sports.

It's the first time in a long time that you've had a real conversation with someone, and you realize how much you've been missing out on.

When the sun starts to set, Gil walks you back to your home. You thank him for spending time with you, and he gives you a smile that makes your heart flutter.

As you walk into your house, you're surprised to see Maleficent waiting for you. She looks angry, and you feel a pang of fear in your chest.

"Where have you been, Y/N?" she demands, her eyes narrowed.

"I was just out," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Out where?" she snaps.

"Just around," you say, feeling a knot form in your stomach.

Maleficent glares at you for a few more seconds before storming off, leaving you standing there, feeling small and insignificant.

You walk up to your room, closing the door behind you. You sit on your bed, staring at the wall, feeling tears sting your eyes. You thought maybe things were going to change, but now you feel like you're right back where you started.

As the night wears on, you can hear Mal and her friends laughing and having fun outside your window. You try to ignore them, but their voices carry, taunting you with their happiness.

You pull your blanket up around your shoulders, feeling alone and forgotten. You try to remind yourself of what Gil said earlier, that you don't need to be like Mal or her friends, that you can make your own choices.

But it's hard to believe that when you feel so unloved and unwanted.

Eventually, you fall asleep, but your dreams are plagued with visions of Mal and Maleficent, both of them looking down on you with disdain.

When you wake up in the morning, you feel drained and exhausted. You don't want to face another day of feeling like you don't belong.

But then you remember Gil's words, and you decide to try to take his advice. You grab a notebook and start to write, letting your imagination run wild.

As the day wears on, you find yourself getting lost in your poetry, forgetting about the world outside your bedroom window.

You're surprised when you hear a knock on the balcony of your window. You look up to see Gil standing there, a shy smile on his face.

"Hey," he says, "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out again today?"

You smile, feeling warmth in your chest. Maybe things are starting to change after all.

Together, you and Gil explore the Isle of the Lost, discovering new places and things to do. You feel like you're finally starting to find your own place in the world, as your own person.

As the sun starts to set, you and Gil sit on a rooftop overlooking the Isle of the Lost. You talk about everything and nothing, and you realize how much you've come to value his friendship.

"You know," Gil says, "You're pretty fun to hang out with."

You laugh, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "Thanks," you say, feeling a happiness that you haven't felt in a long time.

As the night wears on, you and Gil walk back to your house. You say goodnight, feeling a sense of contentment that you haven't felt in a long time.

But as soon as you open the door to your house, that sense of contentment disappears. Maleficent is waiting for you, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

"Where have you been, this time?" she demands.

You feel a knot form in your stomach as you try to come up with an answer. "Out with a friend," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Maleficent glares at you, her eyes narrowing. "Out with a friend? Fool! Villains don't have friends, only allies… Your sister is a leader with three minions, why can’t you be more like her?" she says, her voice dripping with disdain.

You feel tears sting your eyes as you realize that nothing has changed. Maleficent still sees you as inferior to Mal, and nothing you do can change that.

But then you remember Gil's words, and you find a newfound strength inside of you. You stand up straighter, looking Maleficent in the eye.

"I'm my own person," you say, your voice steady. "I don't need to be like Mal to be happy."

Maleficent's expression softens for a moment, but then it hardens again. "You'll never be as good as Mal," she says, her voice cold.

You feel a sense of defeat wash over you as Maleficent walks away, leaving you standing there, alone and forgotten once again.

But then you remember the happiness you felt with Gil, and you realize that you don't need Maleficent's approval to be happy. You have your own interests and your own passions, and you don't need to live in Mal's shadow anymore.

From that moment on, you start to embrace your own identity. You spend most of your time with Gil, exploring the Isle of the Lost and discovering new things. You draw and read and write, finding joy in the things that make you unique.

And even though Maleficent still sees you as inferior to Mal, you now know that you don't need her approval to be happy. You have your own place in the world, away from Mal's shadow, and you've finally embraced the fact that you don't need to be anyone but yourself to be happy…

[fbfh]

curiosity is a wonderful thing - chapter 1

wc: 2k

genre: slice of life, slow burn, best friends to lovers

pairing: slowburn best friend ben! x fem daughter of alice!reader, current audrey x ben

warnings: audrey being a bitch, unnecessary amounts of tea, ben being ben, mildly implied nd reader

summary: after a junior royal council meeting, you hype up your best friend Ben to tell his parents about his plans for his first proclaimation as king.

song recs: main titles 1 2 & 3 - descendants score/david lawrence, cheshire kitten (we're all mad here) - sj tucker

a/n: THE NEW SERIES IS HERE!!!! I am so excited for this, it's been one of my comfort indulgence daydreams for the longest time so I'm really elated to share it with y'all. BIG FAT FANGZ TO CICI FOR BETA READING!!!!!! and fangz to you guys for reading!!!!! I hope you enjoy lol <333 have an optional outfit. as a treat.

tags @dustyinkpages @demirunner @strawberry-cake1 @kiara7777 @yesv01 @magcon7280

Audrey was shocked when Ben had first told her that you and he weren't dating. She knew that you were friends, best friends at that. Everyone in Auradon did. Everyone also knew that what you had between you couldn't possibly be just platonic, not with the way you look at each other, how much time you spend together, or how intimately you speak to each other. It’s like you have your own language.

Everyone in Auradon knows this, with the exception of you and Ben, apparently. Even now, in the middle of a junior royal council meeting, Aziz shares a pitying look with Herkie at the way Audrey holds onto Ben’s arm while he goes over the agenda. Neither of them miss the way her gaze flicks between you two, trying to see if you’re stealing glances. You’re seated at his right hand side, like you usually are, as he goes over the last few items on the agenda for the meeting today and try to pay as much attention as you can. You scribble in your notebook as he does, nibbling at a tea biscuit and trying not to miss any of the important bits. 

“...Facing a longstanding struggle to keep up with the increased demand of the textile industry,” Ben says, skimming through his papers. He glances up, and he knows no one is really paying attention except for you. “Looking to open up a- a more collaborative process of dialog with key workers in the textile industry, and unified front between all the major groups who paved the way to textiles as we know them today, while also compensating for the rise in automation.” 

Across the table, Chad yawns. Lonnie and Melody pass notes between them, at least attempting to be subtle about it. You listen to Ben continue to update everyone on the ongoing current events in Auradon, and your pen drifts away from taking notes as you do, and begins to scribble little shapes in the margins of your well loved notebook. Your other hand moves down under the table, adjusting your pale blue skirt and tugging at the elastic of your black and white striped stockings. Ben’s gaze flicks over to you as you adjust in your seat, tugging at the puffy sleeves of your white blouse a moment later. He can tell you’re starting to get fidgety, which means it’s about time to wrap all this up. Plus, he has a suit fitting in ten minutes that he can’t be late for, or else Lumier will probably char something by accident. 

“Negotiations are still in progress, and of course, we’re looking for any way possible to avoid an embargo. I think that’s the last thing anyone needs…” Ben trails off with a chuckle, only to be met with silence. He looks back at his paper, trying to find his place before the silence gets anymore awkward. Before he can, he hears you let out a puff of air in agreement. 

“That’s quite an understatement.” You smile up at him, catching his eye before you each return to your respective papers. Your Wonderlandian accent is comforting, like a familiar friend in a tough crowd. People have described your accent many ways, most concluding it’s somewhere between british and transatlantic, but you don’t think you have much of an accent at all. Ben says you do, and you trust his judgment on the topic. Audrey maintains a tight smile on her face as Ben gently frees his arm from her to look through his papers in more detail. Once he’s sure he’s not missing anything, he goes through the usual motions of wrapping up a junior council meeting. 

“All party planning committee members are welcome to hang back, the floor is yours,” He says to Audrey, gathering up all his papers with a smile. “Everyone else, thank you for your time as always, and have a good evening.” 

Ben heads to the door as people start to funnel out and make conversation. Audrey waits as the other people on the party planning committee move up the table to sit closer to her, glancing at you as you put your notebook, pens, notes, and teacup back into that teapot shaped bag you always carry. It’s enchanted with Wonderland magic, and it makes her uneasy. She thinks you should just get a tote bag, or backpack, like a normal person. 

“Bunny,” Ben calls from the doorway, getting your attention with the nickname he’s had for you for years. Her train of thought quickly turns away from bags as  you look over, noticing it’s time to go and scurrying over to him. She watches you both talk quietly and head to wherever you’re going next, trying to ignore the quiet, burning jealousy seeping up into her. It’s nothing new, she reminds herself. She knew you two were best friends when she got together with her Bennyboo, so she knew what she was signing herself up for.

“Are we ready?” She asks curtly, turning towards Jane. She refuses to spend another second worrying about you, and instead, she channels all her energy into sifting through streamer sample colors. Whatever you two are doing can’t be as important as this. She’s sure whatever you’re discussing right now during Ben’s suit fitting is just meaningless small talk. Nothing of any importance. 

“I… truly don’t think you could have picked a better, more impactful first proclamation, Ben.” You conclude with a sip of raspberry tea. A wave of relief washes through him as he pulls on the blue suit jacket for Lumier to tailor. 

“You think so? Because, I-I’m only going to get to do this once, and-” 

He’s cut off by you nodding solemnly. 

“What better way to pave the way to the future than mending rifts of the past?” You ask rhetorically. 

“Yes!” Ben exclaims, letting his hands fall to his sides with a smile, a gesture you mirror. “You get it…” 

“Of course.” You smile at him, and it’s quiet for a moment as you take another sip of your tea. “You know your parents will…” You begin, but Ben is already nodding. 

“Oh yeah.” He agrees. “I wrote down everything from the pros column, and ideas for everything in the cons.” 

“Good,” you say, encouragingly. 

“And I have a great mission statement.” He adds, and you can see him getting fired up. You know how much this means to him, how much of his heart he’s putting into helping as many people as possible and being a good king to everyone, even the citizens on the Isle. If you know Ben - and you’re sure you do by now - you know how he can start to overthink things right before a presentation, even an informal one. He’s as prepared as he’ll ever be, and you have his back. He knows this.

“Oh, I meant to ask,” you say breezily as Lumier enters, “how are things going with Audrey?”  

You wiggle your eyebrows at him, sending him a comically scandalous look. He laughs as you wave hello to Lumier, and you think it’s the first time he’s relaxed in the last 30 hours or so. You flip through your journal, selecting a few pictures you took recently of flora in Wonderland, doodling their leaves and stalks on a mostly blank page. He laughs, hanging his head at the unexpected nature of the question, and Lumier pulls out a tape measure to begin the alterations of Ben’s suit. 

“You’re really- we’re really going to go there?” He asks through a smile. You look up at him, nodding. 

“Mhm.” You confirm. He can’t say no to you, he never can. 

“Okay. Uh, yeah things are good. With me and Audrey.” 

“Good,” you smile, looking up from your paper. He wonders what you’re working on, and always looks forward to seeing your little drawings. Even the ones you dislike, he finds beautiful. He tries to think of what else is going on with Audrey. 

“We, uh… we have a date later this week.” 

“Sleeve.” Lumier interjects, moving Ben’s arm.

“Oh, how fun!” You smile. 

“Head.” Lumier turns Ben to look out the large windows. He thinks for another moment, struggling to find anything else Audrey related to talk about as you distract yourself with the expression of a pouting mushroom you’d gotten a good picture of last time you were in Wonderland. Before he can think of anything else his eyes land on the Isle. His mind wanders toward how forgotten everyone out there must feel. You look up at him, following his gaze. 

“I know.” You say softly. You’ve discussed the Isle and its’ residents at great lengths, both finding a greater deal of compassion for them than most people seem to have. 

“How is it possible that you’re going to be crowned king next month?” Comes King Adam’s booming voice as he and Belle enter from the patio doors. 

“Hello, dear,” Belle smiles at you, resting a hand on your shoulder as they pass, approaching Ben, and you smile a greeting back up at her, and begin putting away your notebook. As close as you two are, you can’t expect anyone but the royal family to be in the room during discussions of Ben’s first proclamation. Both you and Ben knew this had to be a conversation between him and his parents, and as much as you both might like it to be, it’s not really something he can do with you by his side. You scurry past him, sending him an encouraging look. 

“You’ll do great.” You say, your voice just low enough for him to hear it. You touch his arm encouragingly until Lumier shoos you away, not wanting anything to jeopardize the way he finally got Ben’s shoulder to lay on that side. Ben locks eyes with you as you leave. It’s only a moment, but those three words, that one little gesture from you have him more ready than ever. He prepares himself with a breath. 

You’ll probably sneak off to Wonderland for a while, like you usually do with any pockets of spare time you find, so you’ll get to update him on the feud going on between the bluebirds and inchworms by the time he’s done. He takes comfort in that, knowing that even in the worst case scenario, even if everything goes horribly wrong, you’ll still have some fascinating Wonderland stories for him, just like you always do. He finds great comfort in the thought as his parents approach, and knows two things; it’s time for him to begin stepping up, and that you have his back all the way. 

You close the heavy wooden door behind you, walking a few feet down the hall so you don’t accidentally eavesdrop. You sit down against the wall to wait for Ben, and your mind drifts to Wonderland, as it so often does. There’s a peace there, something you’ve never been able to find overland. It calls to you, like a sailor’s heart calls to the sea. You wonder if you have time for a quick trip, just a few minutes in paradise, but you know it’s never really just a few minutes. Time works differently in Wonderland than it does in overland, and it’s unpredictable. The last thing you want is not to be here when Ben is done talking to his parents. 

“I’d better not…” you sigh. Being here for Ben is more important right now. He’s your best friend. So you settle into your little spot in the hallway, smoothing out your blue skirt around you. You reach into your teapot shaped bag, pulling out a small white porcelain teacup with little violets on it, and a matching saucer. You think for a moment about what kind of tea you want right now. Hibiscus, you decide, with a touch of honey. You tilt the spout of your bag, letting the perfectly brewed cup of tea fall from the spout. You take a sip, leafing through your homework to see what you can bore yourself with to pass the time. You don’t know how long Ben will be in there, and you don’t care too much. You’re sure he’ll do wonderfully, and that’s really all you care about right now. 

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[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

Welcome To Auradon Prep!

A/N: Part 1! I wasn’t sure about adding the singing, but I did it anyone and I hope it’s still good and that y’all enjoy it.

Bold/Italics means singing.

Word Count: 3.8+ words

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Once upon a time, long, long ago. Well, more like 20 years ago. Belle married her Beast in front of 6,000 of their closest, personal friends.

Big cake.

Yeah, so instead of a honeymoon, Beast, united all of the kingdoms and got himself elected king of the United States of Auradon.

He rounded up all the villains and sidekicks, basically all the really interesting people, and he booted them to the Isle of the Lost, with a magical barrier to keep them there.

This is my hood.

No magic. No Wi-Fi.

No. Way. Out.

Or so I thought.

Hang on, you're about to meet us.

But first this happened.

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In a quite a lovely place, where they had nothing to fear, as long as they were across from the Isle. But never mind that, we're here to talk about a certain son of the King and Queen, who was having his outfit measured for his crowning, as his parents walking into the room.

"How is it possible that you're gonna be crowned king next month? You're just a baby!" Said the Beast, walking in arm in arm, with Belle.

"He's turning 16, dear." She said with a slight flick of her wrist, in her husband's direction.

"Hey, Pops-" Ben was about to say, but was caught off with his father's astonishment, as him being in fact, sixteen.

"That's far too young to be crowned king. I didn't make a good decision until I was at least 42." The Beast says as Belle walks around to her husbands left, and looks at her slightly offended.

"Uh. You decided to marry me at 28."

"It was either you or a teapot." He winked, and Ben laughs at his parents, loving that they were still able to joke around without hurting ones feelings.

Ben then decided it would be a good time to tell them, what his first decision would to make would be.

"Mom, Dad.."

Ben taking a step forward, but the tailor taking his measurements, gave him a look, as if to not move, and Ben backed up.

"I've chosen my first official proclamation." He says proudly, but with a bit of nervousness sprinkled in. But his parents looked at him amazed and listened to what he it was.

"I've decided that the children on to the Isle of the Lost be given a chance, to live here in Auradon."

His mother lets out a little 'huh?' and drops the clothing item that was once in her hands, but now on the floor.

Ben steps off the stand and walks to his parents. "Every time I look out to the island, I feel like they've been abandoned."

"The children of our sworn enemies? Living among us?"

"We start out with a few at first, only ones who need our help the most."

His mother nods, slowly but surely giving into the idea at first.

"I've already chosen them."

Ben's dad steps closer still not sold onto the idea. "Have you?"

"I gave you a second chance." His mother said holding onto her husbands arm. "Who are their parents?"

"Cruella de Vil, Jafar, Evil Queen, Dr. Facilier, and....Maleficent." Ben says as the tailor yelps, dropping his note pad.

"Maleficent! She is the worst villain in the land!"

"Dad, just hear me out here.."

"I won't hear of it! They are guilty of unspeakable crimes." He yells, as the tailor leaves the room, and the butlers close the door behind them.

"Dad, their children are innocent. Don't you think they deserve a shot at a normal life? Dad?"

His father looks at his wife, and she looks at him, as if to say, this is your decision.

"I suppose the children are innocent." He says walking away, and Belle walks up to her son, fixing his suit.

"Well...Well done."

They smile as each other and Belle and the Beast leave together, arm in arm. And Ben looks out the window to look at the Isle, messing with his ring.

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I smirk as I was standing next to Mal. She was spray painting 'Long Live Evil,' onto a wall of some building. She turns around and hands it to me.

They say I'm trouble

They say I'm bad,

They say I'm evil

And that makes me glad.

I laugh and we begin to walk away and walk on each side of the person walking towards us, I shove the can in there hands, and Mal purposely bumps there shoulder, causing me to snicker.

A dirty no-good

Down to the bone.

Your worst nightmare

Can't take me home

So I've got some mischief

In my blood

Can you blame me

I never got no love

They think I'm callous

A low-life hood

I feel so useless

Misunderstood

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who's the baddest of them all

Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world

Mal, Evie and I meet up, me on Mal's right. As Jay walks onto something like a tight rope on some roofs. And Carlos wakes people up, but walking and jumping on there beds.

I'm rotten to the core, core

Rotten to the core

I'm rotten to the core, core

Who could ask for more?

We join together at a gate and pull on it, and then go in one behind the other.

I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door

I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the

I'm rotten to the core

We all just start to push and throw things at people, before grabbings sticks and pipes and bang them against the barrels and pipes.

Call me a schemer

Call me a freak

How can you say that

I'm just unique

Mal spray paints an 'M,' into a white sheet before pulling it open to reveal something taking a bath, she eyes the crystal ball, some fortune teller was using and nicked it from her.

What, me a traitor

Ain't got your back

Are we not friends

What's up with that

Jay swings in, grabbing a tea pot and pretends to pour imaginary tea in the cups before climbing over the table and taking the teapot with him.

So I'm a misfit

So I'm a flirt

I broke your heart

I made you hurt

Evie, runs in between some scarves, before pulling on the some guys, spinning his around, before leaving him, staring at her.

The past is past

Forgive, forget

The truth is

You ain't seen nothing yet

Carlos runs up and jumps on the table, reaching a hand out to me and I take it running along, behind him watching him kick everything on the table. Before letting me walk past him, he kicks up a bucket and puts it on some ladies head. I hurry to sit on the cart with the hay, and he does the same holding onto me, throwing some of the hay in the ladies direction, with a smirk.

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who's the baddest of them all

Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world

"Come on!" Carlos says to Jay and I run with them.

I'm rotten to the core, core

Rotten to the core

I'm rotten to the core, core

Who could ask for more

I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door

I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the

I'm rotten to the core

I take a breather, resting my elbow on Carlos' shoulder, looking forward. But unbeknownst to my knowledge, I didn't notice Carlos was looking at me.

We watch Mal take a lollipop from a baby, turning around and licking it. We all erupt in laughter, before two of Maleficent's minions walk up and everyone starts screaming and running.

"Hi, Mom." Mal says turning around to greet her mother.

"Stealing candy, Mal? I'm so disappointed."

Mal thinks for a bit before, saying she took it from a baby.

"That's my nasty little girl." Her mom says taking it, spitting on it, putting it in her pit and telling one of her minions to give it back.

"Mom.."

"It's the deets, Mal, that make the difference between mean and truly evil. When I was your age I was cursing entire kingdoms." Her mom said as Mal repeated the last couple words, having she's probably heard it over a million times.

"You...Walk with me. See, I'm just trying to teach you the thing that really counts, how to be me." She says as Jay, moves in closer to the three of us, watching this whole thing go down.

"I know that. And I'll do better."

"Oh. There's news. I buried the lead." Maleficent says throwing her hands up in the air. "You five have been chosen to go to a different school, in Auradon."

As soon as she says Auradon, we all jump and try to run away, but get caught in a tight hold by her minions.

"What? I'm not going to some boarding school, filled to the brim with prissy pink princesses!"

"And perfect princes." Evil says walking up with a smile on her face, before saying 'ugh,' realizing what she had just said.

"I hear they have more classes then what we do here. Why do more of something there, that I don't even do here?" I said standing behind them next to Jay, as Jay nods and points at me.

"Yeah, and I don't do uniforms. Unless it's leather. You feel me?" He says with a laugh raising a hand to get a high five from Carlos, but he took a step forward, and I high five him instead.

"I read somewhere that they allow dogs in Auradon. Mom said they're rabid pack animals who eat boys who don't behave." He says as Jay comes up and barks in his ears and scares him, and I laugh out loud. Carlos looks at me, his face practically turning as red as Jay's beanie.

"Yeah, Mom, we're not going."

"Oh. You're thinking small, pumpkin. It's all about world domination. Knuckleheads!" She exclaims as her minions follow her. "Mal.." And she turns around and follows her mother.

"You will go. You will find the Fairy Godmother and you will bring me back her magic wand." She says filing down her nails or her claws. "Easy-peasy."

"What's in it for us?"

"Matching thrones. Hers-and-hers crowns."

"I think she meant us." Carlos says motioning to the five of us.

Maleficent tosses her file, and Mal steps closer. "It's all about you and me, baby. Do you enjoy watching innocent people suffer?"

"Well, yeah, I mean, who doesn't.."

"Well, then get me the wand and you and I can see all that and so much more. And with that wand and my scepter, I will be able to bend both good and evil to my will!"

"Our will." The Evil Queen says moving the mirror from out of her face. As Cruella points at her, and Jafar looks at Maleficent.

"Our will, our will." She corrects, bringing Mal's attention back to her. "And if you refuse, you're grounded for the rest of your life, missy."

"What...Mom..."

Maleficent silenced her, and then they had stared into each others eyes, but in the end Maleficent did reign victorious.

"Evie. My little Evil-ette in training." The Evil Queen says calling her over. "You just find yourself a prince with a big castle and a mother-in-law wing. And lots and lots of mirrors."

"Well, they're not taking my Carlos, because I'd miss him too much." Cruella said to her son, putting a hand on the side of his head, as Maleficent just puts her head in her hands, annoyance etched into the barely visible wrinkles that peppered along her face.

"Really, Mom?" Carlos says hopeful and happy.

"Yes! Who would touch up my roots? Fluff my fur and scrape the bunions off my feet?" She said, lifting up one of her legs for Carlos to hold.

"Yeah, maybe a new school wouldn't be the worst thing." He said dropping her leg and looking anywhere, but at his mom.

"Carlos, they have dogs in Auradon." Cruella says, really trying to convince him to stay. "No! I'm not going!"

"Well, Jay isn't going either. I need him to stock my shelves in my store." Jafar says, pushing Jay a bit, and asks him what'd he steal today, in a hushed tone. Jay shows him all the things he got, but drops them when he sees the lamp, Jay had nicked. Jay watches as his father tries to summon the genie, but Jay is quick to shut him down.

"Dad, I already tried."

He groans and tosses it back to him.

"Evie's not going anywhere until we get rid of this unibrow. Hmm?"

I laugh a little whilst sitting in my little corner, watching everyone's parents try and get them to stay in the Isle. I mess with the crystal ball, Mal had slipped me, on the way here, and stare into it, holding it up to the light. Before seeing myself in it, and I looked down at my talisman. It's a custom made version of the one my Dad has.

I don't know where he is, in all honesty, he told me he'd be back when I turned 16, but that was a couple years ago, I still have hope, but it is slowly wilting away, like a dying flower.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" I close my eyes tight and look away, putting the crystal ball away, before clearing my throat, and letting out a 'Hm?'

"You okay? You look upset?" Carlos said, pulling a chair and sitting next to me. "Oh, I'm fine, Carlos."

"Come on. I know you, (Y/N), and I know that when I ask you, if you're okay, the first sentence to come out of your mouth, is not exactly true." He said, hitting his shoulder up against mine, and I flash a small smile in his direction. “So, tell me, what’s the real reason?”

I sigh, before turning my body to face him. "Fine, I'm just annoyed, that my Dad isn't here to talk to me, like your parents are doing now." He scoffs. "Trust me, you do not want your Dad saying, what my Mom says to me." He says and we laugh. "But I do love her, and her imperfections. And even though you're Dad’s not here, we are. It might not be much, but I hope you'll accept us."

"You know I do." "So, you ready to go see this school for all it's worth?" He said standing holding arm out for me to take, I smirk and take wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

We hurry over to Maleficent near the 'safe,' in the shape of a fridge, taking our her spell book. Cruella moves over to bring his son over to her leaving me standing along near Queen.

"There she is. It doesn't work her, but it will in Auradon. Remember, when we were spreading evil and ruining lives?"

"Like it was yesterday."

"And now, you will be making your own memories." Mal moves her hand to try and grab the spell book, but her mother takes it away last second. "By doing exactly as I tell you." And hits her in the chest with the spell book. Queen closed the safe door, and a car horn beeps.

I grab my belongings, and hold onto my talisman, having a little talk with it, as if it's my Dad. I know he's not here, but no one has to know, I talk into it.

I finish talking into it, and go outside, and wait for everyone else. I put my stuff in the trunk of the car, watching as Jay smoothly placed his hat on the crown hood ornament off and tucked it away, before climbing into the car.

I shake my head, and get in the car.

"Smells like common folk." Queen said, as Mal opened the door.

"Come back here, now!" Cruella says chasing her son, and Carlos threw his bag in the trunk and hopped in bumping into me. "Sorry." I just laugh and shake my head, watching Evie get in the car.

"Carlos! Ingrate."

Mal walks in between Queen and Cruella, holding onto the door looking at her mother. Her mother gives her that one hand gesture saying that she's watching her, before turning around and getting in the limo.

The limo driver starts the car, and I look around, before my eyes set on all the candy they had in the back seat. I notice Jay and Carlos eye each other, before fighting to get to the candy.

While they were doing that, I had gotten hit in the process. "Ow!" They didn't seem to hear me, and they both reached for the sweet treats, and I rolled my eyes. I saw that Carlos had grabbed a handful of candy, and before he could shove it in his mouth. I took a gummy worm.

"This," I start holding the worm out to him, before biting half of it. "is compensation for hitting me." I say before eating the rest of it, and looking out the window.

Jay and Evie eye Carlos with a devilish smirk on their face, but Carlos gives him the, 'don't do it,' eyes. Jay laughs, while Evie day dreams about the dress she'd make for (Y/N) at their wedding, before looking at Mal.

"You're looking a little washed out. Let me help you out." Evie says before pushing her hand away from her face. "Ew. Stop! I'm plotting."

"Well, it's not very attractive." Evie replied, trying to big a rock candy lollipop.

Mal grabs the remote that opens a little window to see the limo driver. And the bridge. "Look!" Evie exclaimed. "It's a trap!" Carlos yells and we scream and try to hid or do something, but there isn't much we can do! We hold onto each other for dear life.

Mal holding onto Evie, Evie onto Jay onto Carlos, and Carlos onto me.

We're going to die!

We're going to...float?

Everyone begins to let everyone go, but I don't notice I'm holding onto Carlos's hand tightly, and let it go.

"Sorry.." I say, not meeting his eyes. "It's okay...hey (Y/N)?"

"Did this little button just open the magic barrier?"

"No, this one opens the magic barrier." He says holding up the remote. "That one opens my garage. And this open.." he says pressing a button to close the little window in the limo.

"Okay..." Mal says with a laugh. "Nasty. I like that guy."

"Carlos, What we're you going to say to me before?"

I said, turning him so he was facing me.

"I was- nothing, it can wait." He turns and stuffs his face full of candy again.

We arrive at Auradon Prep, and I look around from the window. Watching as people held up 'welcoming' signs, and waving flags and everything. 'They really pulled out all the stops for this one, didn't they?' I thought to myself.

They even had a literal marching band.

The limo driver opened the door, only for a fighting Jay and Carlos to fall out, shouting at each other.

"You got everything else, why do you want whatever this is?"

"'Cause you want it!"

"No!"

And the rest of us got out, as Fairy Godmother, emerged from behind the marching band.

"Guys, guys, guys." Mal said trying to get them to stop. "We have an audience."

"Carlos, up." I say, as Jay helps him to his feet.

"Leave it like you found it! And by that I mean just leave it." Said Fairy Godmother.

Mal turns to the boys and the reluctantly throw the items back in the limo.

Jay turns and sees girl standing near Fairy Godmother, and walks up to her. "Hello, foxy."

We look at each other ready to just bust out laughing. "The name's Jay." He says, as the girl just laughs. And the Fairy Godmother, welcomes us to Auradon Prep.

"I'm Fairy Godmother. Headmistress." She says bowing to us slightly.

"The Fairy Godmother? As in "bibbidi-bobbidi-boo"?"

"Bibbidi-bobbidi, you know it!"

"Yeah, I always wondered what it felt like for Cinderella, when you just appeared out of nowhere, with that sparkly wand and warm smile."

I turn to her and realize what she was doing, she's trying to get information on where the wand is.

Smart.

"That was a long time ago. And as I always say, "Don't focus on the part of you'll miss the future!""

"It's so good to finally meet you all. I'm Ben." Ben said taking a step forward.

"Prince Benjamin." The girl next to him said, correcting him. "Soon to be King." She said smiling, looking at him with adoration.

'Either she likes him, or they're dating.' I thought to myself making a mental note of that. It might not come in handy later on, but it's good to make note of such thing.

Evie steps up getting closer to Ben. "You had me a prince. My mom's a queen. Which makes me a princess."

The girl next to Ben, shakes her head. "The Evil Queen has no royal status here and neither do you." She says to Evie as Ben chuckles a bit, probably trying to defuse the tension, and Evie backs away, a little hurt.

"This is Audrey." Ben introduces, but she corrects him again.

"Princess Audrey. His girlfriend."

Now, I was thinking about standing up there, but decided to bite my tongue.

"Well...Ben and Audrey are going to show you all around, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"It is so, so, so good to finally meet you all." Ben walks up to Jay, and he punches his chest, knocking a bit of wind out of him.

Ben goes down the line and shakes all our hands. And as Ben was giving his speech Mal cuts him off. "Or the day that you showed us five people's where the bathrooms are."

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N turns to see Audrey pouting…

Y/N: (mocking) what’s the matter?

Audrey: (whines) nothing

Y/N: am I not paying you enough attention? Mmm?

Y/N nuzzles Audrey causing her to smile

Y/N: I’ll give you all the attention you need

Audrey giggles…

[bucket-barnes]

Memories: Calista Jane Hook

(It seems my inspiration always strikes during my classes- enjoy the completion to the memories trio I thought up during my finals)

CJ would be the first to admit that she didn’t really remember her mother, though she looked the most like her, she was the only one of her siblings to get their mother’s blonde hair and most facial features, but there’s one thing her siblings have that she doesn’t…the memories

CJ doesn’t remember how old she was when her mother died, just that she was young, her memories of that time are spotty. She remembered Harry sitting by their mother’s bedside and bringing her small little trinkets and talking to her, she remembered Harriet taking them to Ursula’s fish and chips and her yelling at the men who made fun of their father. There was really only one memory CJ had of her mother dying that was truly her’s, sometimes, her father would lift her up and sit her on her mother’s bed so CJ could cuddle with her, she’d always put her little head on her mother’s chest where she could hear the fluttering of her heart while her father ran his hand through her mother’s hair…she remembers liking those days. The day her mother passed, CJ was being held by Harriet who kept whispering to her that everything was gonna be ok while holding back her own tears…why was she crying? Why was their father crying? Why was Harry hugging him?

CJ was seven when she became her father’s shadow, or…at least whenever Harriet would let her know if their father was feeling good enough to be above deck. CJ was aware of her father’s alcoholism, she knew it made him angry, and when he was angry she had to stay in her room with Harry while Harriet dealt with him. CJ liked her dad on the days he didn’t drink, he’d sit above deck with her and tell her stories of all the adventures he went on, sometimes he’d teach her how to sail, though only while the Jolly Roger was anchored, her favorite days were when they’d go into town and her dad would take her to watch Gaston’s “duels without rules” something he didn’t do with her siblings, only her…it felt special

CJ was thirteen when she snuck into Auradon, she was honestly surprised they hadn’t found her yet, she was hiding in Freddie’s dorm room. She missed her siblings, she wondered about them a lot…not like she could do anything else. She’d think about Harriet, was she worried about her? Was she getting along with their dad alright? How was Harry? Were the voices getting too much? Was he even still alive!? When CJ found herself starting to spiral, she’d pull out the one thing she had from her mother, a little photo of her as baby in her mother’s arms. She’d run her finger over the photo and study it…she really did look like her

CJ never joined her father for a drink, she had rum once with Harry and she thought it was gross, so she just sat with her dad on the deck of the Jolly Roger and listen as he drunkenly rambled about everything in life that had done him wrong. It was a chill spring night, and CJ was sitting with her father, he had been a couple drinks in and had begun to cry, crying about his pain, the pain of losing his wife, the pain of his eldest daughter having to grow up too fast, the pain of his son hearing and seeing things that weren’t there…and the pain of his youngest daughter never truly knowing her mother. CJ didn’t want to see her father cry, so she scooted closer to him and put her head on his shoulder, he eventually wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him, she let her head fall onto his chest…she could hear his heartbeat, it reminded her of when she was little, with her mother, only his wasn’t a gentle flutter, but a low, sorrowful drum, echoing with a lifetime of loss

CJ fell asleep in her father’s arms that night, she may not have known her mother…but she got to know her father, maybe not who he wanted to be, but who he became.

[roses-descendants-hub]

Love is Like Dragons

“Evie got the ribbed purple egg for her 14th birthday. Mal was a leathery skinned purple dragonet, with a mean face and poisonous green eyes. She hatched upside down in Evie’s hands, and they’d been an inseparable pair ever since.”

[Bevie] [Maldry BROTP] [Dragon AU]

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If you’ve followed me through my first stint in the fandom, you may recognize this story. I loved my Love Like Dragons AU and decided to pull it out again to do some editing on it, just for fun :3

The story is set in a modern version of Auradon without royalty and without magic. Well…almost without magic, besides one scaly, winged exception.

[chloe-skywalker]

Changes - Gil

Gil x fem!reader ! Hades Daughter

Warnings: none

Word count: 425

Requested: Hello i was wondering if you could to a imagine where the reader is the daughter of hades best friend with the core 4 and in a relationship with gil ? - @Anon

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I’ve never done a story for Gil before.

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“Your fathers gonna kill me if he knew about this.” Gil shook his head with a little fear in his eyes. He, like many are very scared of Hades, but the fact that Gil even had the guts to date his daughter earned him respect.

“My father does not care if I dye my hair.” Y/n rolled her eye’s. Sometimes she felt like he was to scared of her father. But she understood it. Y/n knew though her father didn’t care what she did with her hair. He’d only be pissed if she cut it, and she wasn’t going to do that.

“Your father is king of the underworld if he saw-”

Y/n stepped closer to him, stopping him from talking immediately. “Gil.” She smiled at him, understanding his worries but trying to reassure him. “Relax. I’ll protect you from my father.”

Gil nodded feeling better but he looked at her worriedly in the eye’s. It wasn’t like her to just do something on a whim. “Why are you doing this?”

Y/n shrugged looking down to their intertwined hands. She felt a little ashamed at her reasons but she didn’t want to voice them. “I want a change.”

“Is this because they left and haven’t looked back?” Gil knew how close y/n was to Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay. He also knew how bad it hurt her when they had to leave, more so when they decided to stay and not even try to contact her or bring her over. Gil hated to see her hurt like she was and as much as he could distract her or take her mind off of it he knew he couldn’t fully erase the pain for her. “They were your best friends. I’m sorry.”

Y/n shook her head looking back up into his eyes squeezing his hands. It wasn’t his fault. “It’s not your fault. One day we will get off this rock.”

Gil smiled at her optimism, reaching up to run one of his hands through her hair. The gold with blue flame mimicked ends was pretty. “I do love the colors.”

Y/n smiled at him, leaning up to kiss him. “Thanks.”

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@dai-tsukki-desu @padawancat97

[c-rose2081]

We the Anti-Heroes

Growing up isn't easy, especially not in a place like Auradon.

Hadie Phobos is starting his sophomore year at Auradon Prep, hoping to impress his half-sister Mal and King Ben with his ability to thrive off the defunct Isle of the Lost (something that's easier said than done). Meanwhile, Princess Ariana Rose is treading a fine line, playing a useless game of tug of war between her collapsing family life and the freedom she desperately craves. With her cousin Audrey struggling to keep her together and out of trouble, Auradon Prep is the last place she wants to be.

Forced to get to know one another for a school project, these two unlikely personalities clash in a display of sparks, forming a strange relationship no one ever expected.

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Writing about Ariana and Hadie? Yes. Does anyone other than me care about this ship? Probably not 😅 but I’m throwing it out into the world anyway, so please be nice 🙏 also if anyone has a good ship name for Ariana/Hadie please tell me, I’m bad at those lol

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Face claims? Is including these considered cheesy these days or nah?

[arewordsenough]

Rated Explicit - 1.8k One Shot - M/M - Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: Chad and Carlos have had a secret fling going on for a while. Today that fling is going to become less of a secret.

Based on a prompt from one of my readers.

Featured group/pairing: Ben/Carlos de Vil/Chad Charming & Harry Hook/Carlos de Vil

Key Tags: Caught, Orgy

This fic is a follow up to A Charming Compromise, but can also be read stand alone.

The final Sequel September fic! The first SMUTober fic is already in editing, so you'll be seeing it pretty soon. 😉

[lieutenantfloyd]

PSA for blog plagiarizing/stealing fics !!

The blog @/kristenadrianna has stolen my Rooster headcanons and the title from my Little Things series. Please block and report them!

They don’t have many posts on their blog yet, but I want to get word out there so that this doesn’t to happen to any other writers.

They also have posts for the Harry Potter, descendants, and The summer I turned pretty fandoms. I am not apart of these fandoms so I’m unsure if they’re stolen too, but I wouldn’t be surprised.

[hannahhook7744]

Fate's A Bitch!;

Summary: The WORST™ thing that could happen to Anthony has happened. He's gotten a SOUL MARK. His grandmother will be so disappointed. Trigger Warnings: broken bones, minor violence, toxic friendships (pre-relationship), children being medics, swearing, panicking, dysfunctional relationships, etc.

Translations: Je m'en fous ! Je l'utilise pour une raison, alors fais chier, Dorothy!= I don't give a fuck! I'm using it for a reason, so piss off, Daphne! Oh, putain, quel gâchis.= Oh for fuck's sake, what a mess. 

Happy Valentine's Day and hope you enjoy your gift, @panthera-tigris-venenata !

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It had been nine weeks since ‘Captain’ Harriet Alice Hook had broken Anthony’s nose after he had said something that, in hindsight, the thirteen year old knew was particularly stupid even for him. 

NIne weeks. 

And, according to Marya Rasputin—The Queen’s Fury’s self-appointed medic—, it took only about six weeks or less for a broken nose to heal with or without medical treatment depending on how severe the fracture was. And that any bruising around his nose or eyes should have gone away in two to three weeks. But it had been NINE and the knuckle shaped bruising on his nose hadn’t gone away and neither had the bruising on Harriet’s knuckles.

And, despite what many people liked to believe, Anthony wasn’t stupid—no matter how many stupid things he might have said in the past.

He knew that the ‘bruise’ on his nose was too red to be just a bruise.

He just didn’t want to admit it.

Because if he did, then he’d have to admit what it really was and destroy any and all credibility he had as a pirate (it was a pure miracle Harriet hadn’t kicked him out for disrespecting her) and as both the noble Lord Tremaine and an isle kid. Something he absolutely refused to do. 

Because if he did do that, his grandmother would be disappointed and then the rest of the adults would get mad at her for being disappointed, and it’d cause a fight so loud that everyone on the isle would know that Anthony had a soul mark. Then he’d be seen as weak and everyone younger than him in the family would be seen as free game to mess with. 

Something that couldn’t happen.

Anthony groaned, placing his head in his hands after giving up on trying to wipe the mark off in the hopes that it had simply been hair dye that had somehow gotten on his nose. “Oh, putain, quel gâchis.”

Only to jump when someone banged on the door. 

“Anthony, will you hurry up! There are other people in the house who need the bathroom!”

“Je m'en fous ! Je l'utilise pour une raison, alors fais chier, Dorothy!” Anthony snapped, more than a little tired and freaked out. 

“You can do your hair in your own room!”

“Oh shut up and go away!”

“Fine, Lord Tremaine,“ The brunette said mockingly. “But I’m telling your mom and mine that you swore at me!”

And with that, Dorothy walked away—causing Anthony to snap out of his wallowing and scramble for the door in all of his thirteen year old glory. His soul mark problem temporarily forgotten. 

 “No wait! Dorothy, wait!”