#Disney Descendants ocs

[hannahhook7744]

Hugo Madrigal Prepon Headcanons;

His full name is Hugo Jerónimo Madrigal Prepon.

He is 12 years old by d3.

He is the biological child of Ario Berra Ausentarse—he was abandoned in the donkey pen during a storm as a newborn and adopted by Camilo Madrigal and Yanamaria Earlene Maldonado Amaya (and later, Mina Preppon). 

He was found on Camilo's 30th birthday and now shares a birthday with him—meaning his birthday is considered to be on and celebrated on December 28th. 

He only considers Camilo and Mina his parents. 

Hugo is a student at Auradon Prep and Member of the School Newspaper, where he writes a column about the student pets. 

When he grows up he wants to be a wildlife conservationist or a zoologist when he grows up. Though if he could write books or magazines only about wildlife, he would. 

Hugo has been described as quiet, loyal, kind, socially awkward, cautious, friendly, sensitive, and well-behaved. But he can also be sneaky when needed, playful, hardworking, street smart, wild, cuddly, insecure, timid, occasionally inattentive, and a bit of an animal loving, flower child. 

He has the gift of Zoomorphosis. 

He's single and currently interested in romance. 

Hugo is friends with the were-people of Sherwood and Wonderland, like Bobby Hood and Chester—as well as Bug Boogie. 

He also has a pet toucan that Antonio gave him named ‘Bamboo’. 

Hugo is an avid bird watcher since he has a strange obsession with them. 

He owns a lot of bird themed Hawaiian shirts—the first one was a gag gift given to him by his brother, Carlos. 

Hugo has skin that is a bit darker than his father's with a reddish tint to it, big brown eyes, and short black hair that is curly, wavy, and very messy—as well as two moles above his mouth/around his lips that vaguely resembles a mustache. 

So messy in fact that his parents can't seem to get it straightened out no matter how hard they try. No gel works. Brushing it doesn't help. 

He loves being out and about unlike his younger brother, José, who is more of a homebody than he is. 

Hugo is well-behaved but a terrible student due to his short attention and lack of interest in most subjects. The only classes he is even remotely good at all involve animals in some way (like biology) except for math. 

He and his uncle, Antonio, are quite close with one another, Miranda (Pepa's cousin), and Ryder (Luisa's husband) due to their shared love of animals.

Between his parents, Hugo is closer to his mother, Mina. 

Between his grandparents, Hugo is closer to Félix because of how laid back he can be. 

Out of his siblings, he is the closest to Carlos (because of how close in age they are) and Sofia (who, like him, is quiet). 

He is a vegetarian for the most part.

His favorite food is Arroz con gandules.

His favorite drink is apple juice but he also just likes juice and milk in general.

His favorite snack is sunflower seeds. 

His favorite book is ‘Papagayo: The Mischief Maker’. 

His favorite holiday is Halloween.

His favorite teacher is the biology teacher, Abigail. 

His favorite school event is Spirit Day. 

His favorite business in Auradon is The Merrymen’s cafe.  

His favorite show was ‘Wharf Watch’ before it got cancelled. Now his favorite show is ‘Dog with a Blog’. 

His favorite class is Dragon Anatomy Class.

Hugo is a boy scout. 

He doesn’t have social media but he does have Auratube. His favorite video game would probably be swarm, if he had access to it. 

His favorite dessert is ‘Glowing Carmel with Fresh Cheese’.

His favorite candy is gummi snakes. 

His favorite band is the Donkey-ettes, because he prefers their genre over the other more popular bands in Auradon. 

His favorite song by the Donkey-ettes is ‘Gamble Of The Morning’ but he also rather likes ‘Daydreams For Sale’ and ‘The Donkey's brat’. 

Hugo, like his adoptive father, fully suspects that Giovanni is his half brother but doesn’t acknowledge because they’re already family—what should blood matter?

His favorite colors are salmon pink and canary yellow.

Hugo has autism and is selectively mute. 

Because he mostly gets along with all of his siblings and cousins, he usually has to play mediator between them. 

He knows a lot of animal facts—mostly about birds. 

As of now, he isn’t really interested in boys, girls, or other—in any way other than platonically, really. He doesn’t really get the appeal. 

He doesn’t like being in large crowds—if they’re strangers. Funnily enough large crowds don’t bother him if it’s his family and their friends. 

His hobbies include bird watching, butterfly catching, feeding the animals, marine biology, zoology, writing, pet sitting, sand sculpting, animal drawing/painting, catch and release  fishing, catch and release hunting, Fútbol, occasional prank pulling, beekeeping, horseback riding, falconry, walking, jogging, flower picking, lock picking, improvised cooking, yoga, pottery, jigsaw puzzles, fruit/berry picking, entomology, knitting, crochet, miniature model making, reading, foraging,  and playing in the mud. 

Hugo considers six to be his lucky number.

Hugo is, funnily enough given his special interest in birds, is afraid of heights. He is also afraid of going to jail because once one of his cousins teased him telling him he would when they caught him trying to pick a lock. He also didn’t really like the dark as a kid but he grew out of it. 

He’s also claustrophobic though no one really knows why. 

The only cousin he doesn’t quite get on with all the time is Ligera, which is mainly due to the fact that she doesn’t like the fact he and Carlos also joined the school newspaper. He and Carlos don’t really mind sharing the hobby but Ligera didn’t like the fact they took ‘her thing’ (Hugo thinks it’s because she’s insecure about standing out only because her gift at school and because she wanted to stand out in the family but he hasn’t said anything because he doesn’t think it’s his business). 

His first word was ‘no’. Pepa had asked him if he wanted to play with the other kids on the playground—his answer threw her for a loop, lol. 

People often mistake him for Antonio's son because of how similar in personality they are and because of their closeness. 

Animals don't really scare him the way they do most people. Even as a baby they didn't. 

They did scare Camilo who would often find his son hugging a dangerous animal or holding an extremely venomous bug after leaving the kid alone for half a second, though.

He has a stuffed sulphur-crested cockatoo named ‘No’ that Mirabel made him shortly after he first joined the family. 

Mirabel also made him a canary yellow and salmon pink patterned quilt with sulphur-crested cockatoos and toucans on it. 

His earliest memory is of when he was about three or four, and it's a bit hazy—but he does know that he was crying in it because his blanket that he used to carry around with him religiously got ripped a bit when a couple of his cousins were roughhousing and accidentally dragged him into it. He doesn't remember much other than that. 

Thankfully Mirabel was avail to repair the blanket but it was never quite the same afterwards and Hugo is still a bit bigger about it because he doesn't think it's fair it got damaged when he rarely ever argues with his cousins or siblings.

Hugo has only uttered the words ‘I hate you!’ once in his life and he doesn't even remember doing it. He said it to his cousins, Rick and Miguel Jr, because they were the ones who got his blanket ripped. 

One time he got a concussion during dodgeball—Carlos still feels bad about it. 

Hugo has questioned his sanity more than once because of how rowdy his family can be. 

He bites his nails, bites his lips, and fidgets with the hem of his shirt when he's nervous.

He secretly thinks crayfish are creepy and doesn't like being around them.

Hugo is usually anxious/nervous to do things he isn't fully sure he's allowed to do without permission. That doesn't stop him from occasionally getting up to mischief.

Carlos and Hugo made a bet when they were five and six that they're STILL both trying to win. However they won't tell anyone what it is. 

He hates it when Carlos steals his food but that doesn't stop his brother.

He's passive while Carlos is more aggressive.

Hugo hates it whenever Carlos, Belinda, Leta,  and José ask him questions because usually when they do it's the weirdest, most impossible thing to answer or something that he won't be able to rest until it's answered.

That's usually how he gets dragged into mischief. 

He's banned from drinking most caffeinated drinks because one time he drank so many energy drinks, sodas, and cups of coffee that he woke up to find that he locked himself in a trunk in the attic. No one knows how he managed that. Except Carlos, who has pictures that he doesn't remember taking.

They've both agreed not to speak of it. 

He didn't learn his lesson the first time: he only learned that he should not drink too much caffeine after his second introduction to it. 

The newspaper club does not talk about it or how they found him asleep in a cage at the zoo. 

Camilo, Mina, and Carlos can always tell when an animal is actually Hugo in disguise. Hugo doesn't know how.

Hugo is rather average when it comes to how tidy he keeps things. He's not overly messy or overly clean. 

Hugo likes puppet shows (think shows like Elmo, the Muppets, and Welcome Home). 

He doesn't swear unless things are very serious. That's not to say that he doesn't know how to. He just thinks that Carlos swears and talks enough for the both of them. 

His door features a toucan with his head on it, his mouth twisted into a frown—eyes staring off into the distance. It always throws people for a loop when they see it. 

The floor in Hugo's room is a yellowish gold color and wooden while the walls are gray with a pattern of pink parrots, white teal winged and pink haired cockatoos, red Anemones, and toucans. 

His ceiling is the typical white popcorn ceiling, but it is also covered in colorful glow-in-the-dark butterflies. Dangling from the ceiling are handmade windchimes that's metal has been shaped into birds. 

There is a salmon pink flamingo shaped rug on the floor. 

His bed rests on the sidewall the entrance to his door is on—with his headboard facing the door. It's a twin bed with a capybara headboard and a pink and yellow pillow and blanket set with a snake pattern. 

Resting on the bed is his stuffed cockatoo, his baby blanket, and a full body flamingo  pillow that he was gifted by Antonio on his tenth birthday.

Beside his bed, near his headboard, is a light wooded nightstand a similar color to his floor with red Anemones & green and blue hummingbirds on it's drawer and sides. 

On top of the nightstand is a cockatoo shaped lamp and a picture of him, Carlos, Belinda, and Leta. 

Above his headboard is a Donkey-ettes poster. 

In another corner of his room is a side door to an enclosure for his pet Toucan, Bamboo. The door is toucan shaped. 

He has a single butterfly shaped window in his room. 

Across from his bed and under the windows is a capybara shaped /decorated desk where his notebooks, art supplies, holiday homework, and laptop are stored. The desk is one of those desks that has a hood. 

On top of his desk in the corners rests one of those toys that dances in the sunlight: it's a pair of four birds dancing together in beachwear.

Below the window and above the desk is a bookshelf holding the few books Hugo has and a snow globe with a jungle inside of it. 

There is an area in his room where he makes his sculptures and pottery (yes, he has a sand waterfall in that area). There's a small pond there too. 

On the wall left of his door is a wooden dresser that matches his floor with a pattern of paw prints, bird feathers, jaguars, and red Anemone flowers. 

On top of the dresser is a (badly made and very colorful) vase shaped like a jaguar with real Anemone flowers, a couple of animal figurines, and a picture frame holding a picture of him, Antonio, Miranda, Dayana, and Giovanni. 

There are a few other wall decorations, ranging from animal paintings he was gifted, a poster he made of Wharf Watch when he was seven, a few awards he's gotten, and some framed papers he's written.

Hugo also has a couple of other stuffed animals and figurines strewn across his room. 

The twelve year old absolutely adores his room and always has. The only room he likes even more than his own is Antonio's. 

When Hugo's gift acts up he finds it difficult to keep to one form (think the scene where Camilo is losing control of his gift but it's Hugo shapeshifting into different animals or some weird Frankenstein of different animal and human parts). 

His sinuses always give him trouble. 

When he's overwhelmed in his room, the birds in his room start making bird noises that get louder and louder until he's comforted.

Most of his Auradon Prep classmates keep forgetting he exists because he's so quiet. It annoys him when they try to get him to talk when he isn't feeling it and usually when that happens he'll hide with one of his siblings or cousins. Though he's also learned that he can hide with one of Dopey's children and the Smee Twins and it has the same affect (meaning people leave him the fuck alone because they'll just get stared down by multiple silent children who will refuse to speak to him).

[disneynerdpumpkin]

Descendants OC time! (so far anyway lol)

(Keep in mind that their profiles aren't entirely finished; some of them I haven't fully developed yet, but this is them in general)

Penelope (daughter of Pinocchio and Alice) Penelope always smells of wood and paint, and always has fresh sawdust on her apron from carving; she is very artsy and loves sketching and painting, as well as reading books. (Her grandfather Geppetto taught her how to carve when she was younger, and now she loves creating and making things.)

She is much like her father (happy-go-lucky, etc), but she is also mature for her age. She is 14 years old.

She is also a dancer (mainly dances ballet, contemporary, and tap).

Her nickname is Ellie, and her favorite snack is warm cinnamon rolls.

Penelope Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/16pKoxC

Sophie (daughter of Stromboli) Sophie is a dancer and a gymnast, and loves performing. Like her father, she has a bit of a temper when she gets angry (but not as much).

She loves listening to music, and she loves wearing blouses. She is 14 years old.

Sophie Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/7s02Kxm

Chrissy (daughter of the Coachman) Chrissy and her father are almost polar opposites. She owns a small whip that her father has gifted her, she has vowed to herself never to use it to beat animals (she loves animals and would never treat them cruelly); she only uses it to practice whip-cracking tricks. Her eyes sometimes flash green when she's angry.

She is 15 years old.

Chrissy loves animals; she has taken in a baby donkey, which she has named Posy. (the Coachman was going to leave Posy to die, as he didn't need any more donkeys at the moment; Chrissy started to care for her)

(Chrissy w/green eyes) ↑

Chrissy Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/7rClPo2

Evelyn (daughter of The Blue Fairy) Evelyn is half-fairy, half-human. She is a rebel, and very sarcastic. She provides the dark humor in her friend group. Evelyn is very kind and supportive of her friends, despite being sarcastic. Despite magic not being used in Auradon, she uses her magic often; using her wand made from sapphire.

She is 16 years old, and loves black leather clothing (she thinks they make her look tough and cool); she also loves chocolate

Evelyn w/wings ↑

Evelyn Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/1TNx96G

Petunia (daughter of Lampwick -and Tiger Lily-) Requested/inspired by @casinotrio1965 (shared OC)

Petunia is the young daughter of Lampwick and Tiger Lily. She loves playing pool (and even has a custom billiards cue stick that her father bought for her) and is really good at it. She loves comfy clothes, and her favorite drink is warm ginger tea with honey and lemon.

Petunia's favorite color is lavender, and her second favorite color is green. She loves floral scented candles. (I apologize, I could only find a darker lavender in Gacha and not a lighter one lol)

She also does a bit of yoga as a way to relax and to keep in shape.

She is 14 years old.

Petunia Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/26PUsAF

Madelyn Hatter (daughter of the Mad Hatter) Everyone calls her Maddy/Maddie for short. Much like her father, she loves unbirthday celebrations and tea parties, and she's a child at heart. She loves to make her friends smile and help them out on their bad days. Maddy loves peach tea (especially iced teas), and her favorite snacks are jammie dodgers.

Maddy is 15 years old.

In her free time she sometimes likes to practice magic tricks (like card tricks); she's not very good at it though, but she tries anyway.

Maddy w/ her glasses ↑

Maddy Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/5eKcSLR

Sabrina Skellington (daughter of Jack and Sally Skellington) Sabrina loves practicing scaring tactics; her father teaches her scaring tactics and strategies. She's very confident, and often has her hair tied back in some way, shape, or form.

Her favorite candy is candy canes; she also has pyrokinesis (like her father). She loves Christmas, and it's her favorite holiday.

Sabrina is 15 years old.

Sabrina Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/3PZe4mn

Jacqueline Skellington (daughter of Jack and Sally Skellington) Jackie for short. She is introverted; she is a writer and loves to sketch, and loves reading. Like her mother, Jackie is a very talented seamstress and loves to sew. She also loves to make teas and potions.

She is 15 years old.

She loves wearing sweaters, and occasionally listening to relaxing ASMR.

She totally isn't Sandy Claw's favorite among Jack's kids

Jackie Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/5kDdJa5

Sterling Skellington (son of Jack and Sally Skellington) Sterling is 16 years old, and he is on the tourney team at Auradon Prep. He loves modeling men's clothing that Jackie sews (he especially loves the patchwork jacket he received as a Christmas present one year).

Sterling also loves playing some video games, and enjoys attempting to teach Zero new tricks.

Sterling Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/Di0FV4N

Bella (daughter of Oogie Boogie) Bella is crazy about anything neon/glow-in-the-dark; like her father, she loves gambling games and risk. (Her favorite game is dominoes)

She loves jazz music, and is a jazz dancer; she loves listening and dancing to show tunes. She also does some theater.

Oogie Boogie has gifted her a pair of dice.

Bella is 15 years old, and is a humanoid with burlap skin (but not filled with bugs, like her father is). Sometimes her friends call her Boogie Boogie.

Bella Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/MyQTE3p

Princeton Hoffman (son of Captain Phillip Hoffman/The Nutcracker and Clara Stahlbaum) He is a ballet dancer, and is on the tourney team; he is very strong physically, and athletic. Once Princeton becomes close friends with someone, he becomes very protective of them.

His favorite season is winter; he thinks it's very beautiful and no matter how old he gets, he loves to play in it.

Princeton is 15 years old.

Princeton Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/7hrtU6e

[fyeahdisneydescendantsocs]

Hey everyone!

A quick update post, hopefully you haven’t forgotten about this blog! We’ve recently added a new admin @ginger-grimm! She’s kindly joined the blog to help me keep on top of the tag, queuing and maybe even running some events.

A few words from her:

Heya, everyone! My name is Anna and I make Descendants OCs over on my blog. I have 12 now, maybe more soon, who knows? Anyway, feel free to use the tag, whatever you think your posts may look like. I will be checking regularly and qeueing everything in sight. Alright, that's it for now. Love you guys, bye-bye!

[100s-of-random-things]

Top 10 Craziest Things Trace Tremaine Did On The Isle Of The Lost

Ran over goblins with his motorcycle on more than one occasion.

Stuffed LeFou Deux into a sewer.

Cracked Harry Hook in the head with a shovel so hard he made the end of it fall off.

Stabbed his own cousin Anthony in the hand with his knife.

Stabbed Big Murph in the eye with a screwdriver, which is why the pirate wears an eye patch now.

Nearly killed Ginny Gothel's brother Mitch (who's another OC).

Took out a whole group of people his arch enemy Zac sent after him single-handedly.

Wrapped the end of a chain around the bottom of an old excavator's hydraulic arm, wrapped the other end of it around the neck of one of his victims, raised the hydraulic arm all the way up, and left his victim hanging in the air to eventually die from strangulation.

Drowned another victim of his in sulfuric acid.

Burned a third victim of his to death with a blow torch.

[inamindfarfaraway]

My Descendants OCs’ Royal Cotillion outfits:

Mina begrudgingly agrees to wear something at least semi-formal for the Cotillion. She ends up getting a comfortable, stylish outfit tailor-made by Evie that she genuinely loves: a black suit with red and blue accents, black leather fingerless gloves, silver chunky boots with black soles and a silver chain necklace with a paw print pendant. She doesn’t wear any makeup. To her surprise, she enjoys looking smart and beautiful, being complimented and dancing with her friends. She’s glad that the event doesn’t last any longer, but gains some respect for Auradonian customs and learns that she can express herself in a variety of ways.

Terry’s look is darker and higher contrast than his normal style, consisting of a dark green suit with gold trim, buttons and a lily pad outlined in gold thread embroidered on the upper left front of jacket, a gold waistcoat, a deep teal shirt, a blue bowtie, black patent leather shoes with gold buckles and socks and fingernails painted sparkly dark green. He paints his nails sometimes. He likes it. This outfit contrasts his bright, cheerful coronation outfit, which had a light green, sunny yellow and sky blue colour palette with yellow nail polish, and reflects his more serious mood at the time - in advance, at least.

Chelsea wears an Evie’s 4 Hearts outfit: an elegant body-hugging dress that fades from deep, dusky purple at the top to pale pink at the bottom like the sky at sunset, dainty white heels and a wavy gold necklace with little firefly shapes along it that have yellowish green peridot gemstones as their bioluminescent abdomens. Her hair is in a crowd braid and she has light pink lipstick and eyeshadow.

[valdrinors-writing]

descendants oc makers - how do you come up with the fcs for the parents? bc im struggling

[smilelikeacheshirecat]

Date for Castlecoming

Pairings: Bridget Hearts x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

word count: 1.6k

Summary: Bridget and reader have a crush on each other but reader don’t know Bridget is sad to know you don’t like Castle coming but you pulled out the courage to ask her.

note: I just find Bridget so cute and sweet I couldn’t help but write about her.

Red and Chloe watches as Uliana disappear with all the other villains following after her. 

At least now they know who’s gonna prank Bridget. The two girls then follow to where their mothers ran off to and had finally caught up to them inside.

“How’s Uli doing?” Bridget asked still feeling guilty of what happen. “I feel so terrible. . . . I should go apologize—” before she could turn to look for Uliana, Red had step in front of her, stopping her from leaving.

“Don’t!” Ella said.. “She did it to herself. And it serves her right.” She told her. “She’s always bullying us.” She explained to the two girls.

Red nodded in understanding. But them all heads turn t someone calling for Ella. The door opened, stopping the conversation, and Prince Charming walked in.

“Ella, you that was amazing.” He said to them.

Ella couldn’t help the smile appear in her face at the prince’s arrival.

“You ladies bested Uliana! I don’t think anyone’s ever done that before. That makes you braver than I am. And I’m a prince!” He turned to Red and Chloe. “Though I don’t really like to push the royal angle.”

Chloe couldn’t help but smile at the familiar feeling of seeing her parents together. But red could only jut stare at the prince, her interest in him disappear when Chloe told her that he was her Dad in the future.

“Yet you always find a way,” Ella said stiffly.

Charming grinned at her attitude and turned once more to Red and Chloe.

“You’re the new girls, right? I’m Charming.”

“That’s debatable,” Ella argued.

They’re always the same even in the past. Chloe thought , recalling the same conversation her parents would have back home.

Charming ignored her comment and continued speaking to Red and Chloe. “And you guys picked the right time to show up, because . . . it’s Castlecoming week!” he said a little excited.

He tried to catch Ella’s gaze, wanting to hint something but no luck. She seemed to be intentionally avoiding his’.

“Castlecoming is an outdated, elitist tradition,” Ella informed.

“Wait, so . . . does that mean you’re not . . .” Charming question.

“Squeezing into a super-expensive dress and painful shoes? No thanks,” Ella stated.

Charming tried to hide his disappointment. “Right. Well . . . if you happen to change your mind, I’ll see ya there.” He flipped his hair in his charming way before he turned and took off down the hall.

Ella watched him, her expression unreadable. While her best friend just each them interact with a knowing smile on her face.

“Hey, Ella, he seemed very interested in your plans for the festival,” Chloe said. “Was I sensing some chemistry?” She added in a suggestive tone.

“Uh, no.” Ella scooted at the accusation. She turn to Bridget who was fidgeting with her necklace and gave her a look. “Okay, yeah, everyone loves him. And sure, he’s gorgeous and he seems nice, but you know how royalty is.” But she quickly corrected herself. “Except you, B. You’re different.”

Chloe stared at her mother in disbelief. How her parents had ever ended up together was starting to seem like a mystery to her. She had always thought they re love at first sight but seeing what just happen, that doesn’t seems to be the case.

Bridget sighed longingly. “I just wish someone was that interested in going with me. Everyone already has plans, so . . .” she explained to Red, having a particular person in mind.

Bridget had intentions of asking but the fear of rejection compels her throw such plans and bury her unresolved feelings deep deep down where no one could every see or find out about.

Red seems to be curious about another information about her life, she never know who her mother ended up with. and hr mother wasn’t one to share such intimate information with her.

During the conversation, something caught Ella’s eyes, she look closer and notice a certain brunette walking on their way, you. Ella looked at her best friend with a sly smile.

“Bridget?”

“Hmm?” Bridget hummed in respond but a yelp escape her lips as Ella abruptly turn her. Now she is face to face with the very brunette she was thinking about.

“Hey Bridget” the brunette princess greeted happily at the sight of the sweet pink princess.

“Hey, Hi hi hi y/n” Bridget couldn’t help but laugh nervously when facing you. A side of her that aren’t normally displayed.

It was most certainly foreign to see her mother like this. Red was already bombarded on how sweet her mother was compared to how she knows her. Red had seen how her mother rule over wonderland for 16 years of her life. The tyrant, said that her dress is as red as blood of all her victims off of their heads. 

“I heard what happen.” you then inspect every each of Bridget, making sure nothing was out of place. You were so worried after you heard what happen that you practically jump from your seat and race to where she is. “I’m glad your okay” you said after making sure she truly is okay.

“Of course I’m fine” Bridget smile again, feeling a little bashful of the display of concern from her. But them a frown reappears on her face as she recalls what happen. “I hope Uli is alright”

You smiled at the girl in front of you. No matter how mean or bad someone can be to her, she would still worry about others before herself. Which sometimes worries you.

“I’m sure she’s fine and probably had it coming so you don’t have to worry about her okay?” you reassured.

“Okay” Bridget nodded and smile at the comfort.

“Hey Ella” You turn to the blue-haired girl who had a cheeky smile on her face as she watches the two of you.

“Hi y/n” Ella greeted you back. Other than Bridget, you were the other princess she likes. “Any plans for Castlecoming?” She asked.

“Oh, well…I despise everything it stands for regardless of me being royal” you said honestly, showing disinterest for the event.

You weren’t one that enjoys dancing around in a heavy, extravagant ball gown, putting fake smiles and forcing to talk with other royal children in hopes of creating friendship with other kingdoms. That would only cause her stress rather than entertainment. You would rather stay in your room or better yet the library with a good book and hot cup beverage and drowning out the worries of reality.

You train of thoughts may had made you missed the sad look in Bridget’s eyes but the other girls in your company didn’t. It was obvious that the Princess of Hearts likes you but she lacks the courage to ask her.

Lucky for her, she doesn’t have to.

Ella cleared her throat, catching your attention.

You turn to look at Ella. The blue-haired girl tilted her head towards Bridget, encouraging her. 

You looked at Bridget who’s sad expression disappeared the moment she notice that you were now looking at her.

“Bridget?” You started.

“Yes?” 

“Will you go to Castlecoming with me?” You cleared your throat and took a deep breath, collecting all your courage and finally asked. It no longer matter to you if you gets rejected today, a long as you were able to asked Bridget. And if she did said yes, then Castlecoming would definitely be more fun.

“But you just said . . .” Bridget started.

“I know but if we go, it won’t be so bad.” You stated.

With that Bridget squealed in delight at the news. “Yes yes yes” she couldn’t contain herself and starts jumping up and down and pulled you into a hug, squeezing in excitement.

“You’re coming too Ella” You declared.”And we’re not taking no for an answer” you said firmly when you saw the girl was about to decline the offer.

“We could set her and Charming for a dance” you whispered to Bridget who smiled in agreement.

With no way out Ella reluctantly agreed. 

“We have to go try on dresses right now.” Bridget let go you before taking Ella’s hand in hers. “We only have two days!” She spun into Ella’s arms.

“I can’t. I have to get back home. But maybe later?”

“Okay,” Bridget said, her smile ever leaving her face.

She was to excited, she’s gong to castle coming with her best friend and the person she’s been meaning to be with. She gave Ella one last squeeze before taking taking your hand, dragging you away with her.

“Who was that?” Red was finally able to asked as she saw the two princess running off to who knows where.

“Princess Y/n also known as Bridget crush since forever” Ella said smiling she was finally seeing Bridget happy with someone. 

But that didn’t clear up anything for Red, she never know anyone by the name Y/n let alone someone who is close to her mom and has feelings for no less. Who is this person and how come she had never meet you before and yet you seems to be someone important to her mother’s life.

Where was this person when the prank happen, how come she had never heard of you before. Too many questions running inside her head that she didn’t question Ella when she left to go home as well.

While at Bridget’s dorm room, she had pulled out ever dress in her clothes checking each one and showing it to you.

To be honest you don’t know which one to choose because Bridget looks beautiful in all of them.

Bridget didn’t mind modeling of her dress, clearly enjoying herself especially now that you and her are together.

They spent most of the day inside the room, enjoying each other’s company as they tried on different dresses they’ll be wearing.

And maybe after Castlecoming you could be more than dates going to the dance.

[secondary-colorentimy]

bitches when they mom is the Queen of Hearts ❤️

[anonymousewrites]

Apple of My Eye

Harry Hook x Non-binary! Child of Snow White! Reader

Follows the Events of Descendants 1, Descendants 2, and Descendants 3, and Original Content

Prologue: Once Upon a Time

Chapter One: Be Our Guest

Chapter Two: Friend Like Me

Chapter Three: Something There

Chapter Four: Out There

Chapter Five: I see the Light

Chapter Six: I'm Wishing

Chapter Seven: I Wanna be like You

Chapter Eight: Poor Unfortunate Souls

Chapter Nine: Be Prepared

Chapter Ten: You'll be in My Heart

Chapter Eleven: Can You Feel the Love Tonight?

Chapter Twelve: Some Day My Prince will Come

Chapter Thirteen: Audrey Knows Best

Chapter Fourteen: Yo, Ho (A Pirate's Life for Me)

Chapter Fifteen: Dig a Little Deeper

Chapter Sixteen: Zero to Hero

Chapter Seventeen: A Whole New World

Chapter Eighteen: Part of Your World

Chapter Nineteen: That's How You Know

Chapter Twenty: Some Things Never Change

Chapter Twenty-One: The Mob Song

Chapter Twenty-Two: Your Fault

Chapter Twenty-Three: Once Upon a Dream

Chapter Twenty-Four: Trust in Me

Chapter Twenty-Five: So This is Love

Chapter Twenty-Six: Evermore

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[hannahhook7744]

José Madrigal Prepon Headcanons;

His full name is José Lorenzo Madrigal Prepon.

He is 8 years old by d3.

He is the only biological child of both Mina Prepon and Camilo Madrigal, and the youngest of five.

Has been told he looks a lot like his dad, right down to his smile.

He's also been told that he looks like a frog when he smiles.

His birthday is March 7th.

José is short with skin that's a bit tanner than Camilo's but lighter than Mina’s, ovalish-shaped brown eyes, a button nose, big ears, and wild wavy/messy black hair that goes down to just below his ears.

He has the gift of 'Suspicious Telekinesis'. Which basically means everyone thought he had telekinesis but after Dayana got her gift, they discovered that he in fact does not have telekinesis but instead an invisible monster that follows him around and moves things for him.

This freaked José out at first but now he just runs with it.

He's double jointed and very flexible.

He's been nicknamed boneless, Pequeño estafador, Mi estafa mab, pequeña rana, and sneaky.

Dayana helps both of them communicate with one another now.

José has named the monster Ésoj and calls the monster his best friend.

He is a student at the Encanto’s only public school and he plans to go to a school outside of the Encanto the moment he's allowed because he thirsts for adventure.

José is also running a kid-casino out of his room, which his cousins—Dayana Espinosa Madrigal and Avila Marquez Madrigal—help him with.

José has been running scams since he was in diapers. Much to the bafflement of the rest of the family.

This is not an exaggeration: baby José literally figured out he could get attention from his parents if they thought he'd fallen or if he cried.

He wants to run a Theme Park and Casino when he grows up, and has thought about how he'd like to decorate it and what kind of rides there would be. Some are more practical than others.

José has been described as carefree, mischievous, sneaky, dishonest, obnoxious, slightly manipulative, bossy, selfish, ill-mannered, playful, fun loving, and occasionally impulsive. But he’s also intuitive, hardworking, charismatic, business minded, and a people reader.

The eight year old is single and uninterested in romance as of now. It is unknown whether it will change or not in the future.

He is friends with Mercedes Hood, Rosabio Hood, Jamie Darling, Henry Crewel, and Kansas Russo of Neverland.

Out of his cousins, he is the closest to Dayana and Avila.

Between his parents, José is closer to Camilo because of their similar personalities.

Out of his siblings, José is closest to Amelia because the two of them are considered the more spiteful of Camilo’s children.

Though he does get along with Carlos as well.

José likes playing pool, pulling pranks, fútbol, playing ‘catch me’ with Casita, picket pocketing people he doesn’t like, giving advice, graffiti, flower picking, cars, croquet, sneaking seconds, canoeing with Antonio, leapfrog, frog catching, trap setting, thrifting, laser tag, gaming, home improvement, paintball, roughhousing, kart racing, and drawing/sketching.

He isn’t very good at art but finds it calming and helpful for planning out his schemes and what his business will look at.

He adores theme parks and carnivals and could happily spend all day in one.

José doesn’t like it when his parents (or his siblings with their partners) get all mushy in front of him—he finds it gross.

José finds books boring and doesn’t like reading them. But he does read magazines when he feels like it.

He also can’t play an instrument to save his life.

He also can’t really cook most things to save his life, either, though he’s decent enough when it comes to making carnival, theme park, and circus like foods.

Antonio is his favorite uncle.

Félix is his favorite grandparent, though he gets along with Pepa just fine. He also gets along with his mother’s great aunt, Mata, quite well too.

He has ADHD.

José has a pet Gastric-Brooding Frog that he named ‘Flapjack’. Not even Antonio knows where he got his hands on an extinct frog.

The eight year old loves Flapjack deeply and would be distraught if anything happened to him.

He has Astraphobia and trypanophobia.

He has ended up on the wrong end of people’s wrath on more than one occasion due to both his personality in general and his cons/scams/pranks—which of course, scares and worries his family who don’t want to see him hurt.

Luckily most of the people leave him alone when he scurries to hide behind one of his older family members—usually Amelia, since she doesn’t tell anyone about what José has done and typically doesn’t care what he’s done, and will protect him fiercely without scolding him afterwards. If she's not available, he goes to Carlos for similar reasons.

José loves vests and has several of them to go along with most of his outfits. A lot of his clothes are striped and he can often be found wearing the flower that Isabela gave him shortly before his gift ceremony to calm him down after he got scared by the thunder.

He is a pretty decent actor when he wants to be and would probably be amazing in theatre if he was interested (which he likely will be when he’s older, considering how much fun he has pretending to be a conman/ringmaster/performer).

His favorite colors are grey, black, red, gold, and light purple.

His favorite magazines are ‘Good Castlekeeping’, ‘Wicked Weekly’, and ‘National Aristocratic’.

His favorite shows are ‘Auradon’s Ninja Warriors’ and any variation of ‘The Muppets’. He also loves watching Auratube—Jordan is his favorite Auratuber.

José likes playing video/arcade/board games but also likes watching them. He’s very competitive though, which can cause some problems. His favorite video game is ‘Crown of Duty’ and his favorite arcade game is ‘Knock 'N Down, Win A Crown’.

His favorite band after d3 is ‘The Bad Apples’. Before that he preferred The Dragon Slayers.

His favorite song is ‘Finders Keepers’.

His favorite foods are corn dogs, pizza, and Empanadas.

His favorite candies are Villain Straps, Poisoned Apples, and Fairy Bubble Gums. He loves blowing really big bubbles.

His favorite desserts are pumpkin pastries, funnel cakes, and jelly donuts.

His favorite drinks that he’s allowed to drink are lulo juice and chocolate milk. But he also really likes coffee, energy drinks, and soda. None of which he’s allowed to drink after the Casita Energy Drink incident.

José isn’t allowed to gamble but finds ways around that rule.

He’s considered a bad kid by many in the Encanto (though he’d never want to hurt anyone).

Thinks tourney is boring but finds R.O.A.R interesting and fun because Isabela and Bubo taught him fencing and sword fighting. He wants to participate in it when he’s older.

The eight year old fidgets when he’s nervous.

José cracks knuckles a lot.

Remember when I said he was the youngest child? Well he very much acts like it.

José is great at debate/arguing with people and always has been. Camilo has been talked out of grounding him on more than one occasion and he STILL doesn’t know how he keeps falling for it. Mina finds it amusing.

José didn’t like Diego, Rosana, or Eleanor at first but once he figured out they wouldn’t hurt his siblings he started cutting them more slack.

He doesn’t like school and finds it torturously boring.

He is that one older cousin who is scaringly good at convincing the younger ones that something is true. Like when he convinced Renata that when she lies her ears turn red or when he convinced Giovanni that the Boogeyman was real (Giovanni wasn’t scared like he was aiming for, unfortunately, and instead started leaving sweets out for it).

José would commit tax fraud without a moment of hesitation if he was old enough.

He doesn’t like having his picture taken and will try to duck out of them at any given chance.

He is a picky eater.

Somehow he always manages to roll a 20 when he and his cousins play ‘Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons’. No one knows how.

José is very good at cheating in class and during games but no one can ever prove that he is doing it. José takes great joy in this fact. He calls hearsay whenever someone tries to claim he’s using his gift to cheat.

He is the 4th youngest boy in his extended family (right behind Dolores and Maraino"s twins, and Antonio’s son).

He is a surprisingly good student despite how ill-behaved he can be.

He finds Isabella's potato people creepy. He's scared of them.

Mirabel made his baby blanket and his first ever toy. A purple, black, and gold frog blanket with red flowers on it, and a frog plushie that he named ‘Leapie’.

If José had to choose a weapon, he'd either choose a slingshot, a canon, a sword, or a cue stick.

The reason why José is afraid of thunder and lightning is because Pepa startled him really badly one time after she lost her temper on Yanamaria when he was two. Pepa feels terrible about it to this day.

He's afraid of lightning because he got hurt badly by lightning one time (it wasn't Pepa's lightning, it was nature’s lightning). He has lightning scars all over his body from it.

He's allergic to shellfish.

Despite their differences, José is Mina’s baby and she will absolutely go to bat for him if anyone tries to hurt him.

He's still small enough for both of his parents to be able to carry him. Camilo does it often to annoy the people who keep saying José is too old to be carried regardless of whether or not he enjoys it.

Camilo inherited Pepa’s protectiveness when it comes to his children. If you have a problem with his babies, you have a problem with him. That protectiveness extends to the rest of his family too.

José had inherited this protectiveness.

He likes horror movies but is a bit of a scaredy cat when it comes to them. Not that he'll admit it to Dayana or Avila. They'd never let him live it down.

One time, José broke the family tree on the wall and panicked—telling Leta and begging her to help him. Leta did, but unfortunately, her duplications aren't always perfect and Marcelo and Marisol and Mariana got swapped around on the tree.

Luckily no one has noticed.

He's good at making balloon animals, and it's his go-to gift to people.

José sounds like a mix of Antonio and Camilo but with a higher pitch.

His door shows him with a large shadow behind him that is easily mistaken for his shadow. His hand and the shadow’s hand outstretched with a pool ball floating above it.

The floor of his room is a light purple color and is carpet. His walls are black and grey, and striped. The ceiling has a fan and looks like the top of a pool table.

At first glance, the room is a bit bigger than the nursery with a red racecar bed in one corner of the room. The bed had frog bedsheets and pillows but the main blanket is the one Mirabel made him.

Across from that is a frog toy chest.

There's an area where he can play and another where he can practice his fencing, and in another corner of the room near his very business-like desk (except for the frog rolling chair) is a large enclosure for his frog.

He has a closet. What people don't know is that through that closet there is a door that leads to his own mini casino-arcade- play bar where he plays his favorite songs and gets to eat his favorite foods. This area has a bottomless mini-fridge and lots of pool tables.

But back in his main room, he has a couple of drawings of his dream Amusement Park on the wall along with a couple of band posters and a picture of him playing pool.

He has a magazine rack in his room and a appearing and disappearing tv that appears and disappears depending on his mood/attention span. He hasn't noticed this. It drives Dayana and Avila insane.

Alma passed down Pedro's gold watch to him on his eighth birthday after he did something that reminded her painfully of Pedro. Pedro’s ghost very much approved.

On his (black and gold) nightstand he has a purple vase filled with red roses.

When José is overwhelmed or upset the casino in his room will become unavailable to him and the frogs on his blanket will flee, and not return until he is comforted.

The days Amelia, Sofia, Carlos, Hugo, and José are all in the mood for getting into some mischief are all nightmares because the five of them are surprisingly vindictive when mad and working together and when they’re just in the mood for a good prank.

Camilo once unironically said ‘I know my kids, they wouldn’t do that’ and immediately all of his kids side-eyed each other because their father was 100% in denial and it doesn’t look good on him.

Once José gave Camilo a heart attack when he was three simply by virtue of being in another room and asking Carlos (eight) “is this really a good idea, buba?" to which Carlos replied “Trust me”. Camilo has never moved from one room to another so fast in his life.

Camilo often complains that he got most of his (non existent) grey hairs from Dolores and Mariano’s kids and that the rest are from his kids—José especially. If he were able to have permanent grey hairs this would be true.

José once kicked Camilo in the face when he needed to get a shot because he was three and already terrified of needles.

He is the king of making people he doesn't like uncomfortable enough to leave him alone. It comes in handy when someone is bothering his siblings or cousins.

[disneynerdpumpkin]

Evelyn: Ellie, how do you plan on telling a bear to go vegan? Penelope: Politely

[fyeahdisneydescendantsocs]

WELCOME TO 'THE LITTLE MERMAID OC CHALLENGE'

Fyeahdisneydescendantsocs invites all humans and merpeople alike to take part in our ‘Little Mermaid’ OC Challenge! The live action remake of the classic film is released in theatres on the 26th of May, and in honour of this, for five (5) days, we are hosting a descendants oc challenge. We’d like to send special thanks to @purpleyearning as her @oc-challenges are always amazing, and she’s our biggest inspiration. 

RULES

You can participate with gifs, graphics, drabbles, art, playlists, etc., whatever you are able to make!

The prompts are open to interpretation! However, if you're struggling with ideas, feel free to send us an ask!

This event is meant to run from May 22nd to the 26th, but feel free to go at your own pace. We’ll continue reblogging content even after the event has finished.

DO NOT copy/steal other people’s works! Always link inspo to whoever’s post(s) you’ve been inspired by.

Use the #lmocweek23 (LMOCWEEK23) tag and/or our tracking tag for your content to be featured!

Have fun!

Overall prompt: make something which answers these questions.

DAY 1: Ursula (May 22nd)

Is your oc a hero or a villain? Do they have a tragic backstory that makes them likeable if they are a villain?

DAY 2: Eric (May 23rd)

Has your oc got a love interest? Or do they prefer the solo life?

DAY 3: Flounder (May 24th)

Who’s your oc’s best friend or friends? How do they support your oc?

DAY 4: Sebastian (May 25th)

Has your oc got a mentor? Someone who shows them the way and helps them fulfil their dreams?

DAY 5: Ariel (May 26th)

It’s release day! This prompt is a little bit different to the others. Show your oc and how they relate to Ariel, have they never met her? Are they related to her? Do they hate her?

[totally-not-niyah]

A Princess and a Pirate

A/N: This lil thing makes sense but also kinda doesn't? Uh- I was working on this many months apart so I probably forgot some stuff and had to come up with a lil sumn to replace but I think overall, the plot is pretty easy to follow...? IDK, ANYWAYS ENJOY-

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader Word Count: 5k Warnings: refers to intentional harm? idk if that counts; OH! I usually write Harry with his accent, so that's why his dialogue may look weird, and then highkey a warning for this plot!

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Ever since the barrier on the Isle had come down, inviting all the VKs to the wonderful kingdom of Auradon, things were changing around here. 

You had to admit, it was interesting and fun to see new people getting to experience what Auradon had to offer for the very first time, and meeting all of the Isle kids was pretty enjoyable.

Especially a certain group of pirates. 

You had heard about Uma and her crew through your sister, Audrey, who essentially heard about them through all of Mal’s prior ramblings about her, but you never got the chance to see her in person during the Cotillion, since you went off with Chad right before it started to pick your sister up from the Fairy Cottage. 

However, now that her and her crewmates were here and settling down in the land, you found yourself running into them around the school grounds, and frankly, you had quite a fascination. 

Specifically, a fascination with Harry Hook, Uma’s first mate. 

There was something about the son of Captain Hook that was just so…enticing. His eyes, his hair, his voice. The crazy thing is, you’d never exchanged words with him. Like, ever. Yet somehow, what started off as an innocent fascination turned into a full-blown crush.

Unfortunately, though, not everyone was as…open and welcoming to the new VKs as you were. 

There were still some royals and nobles (including your grandmother, Queen Leah) who felt that people like them didn’t belong in Auradon. To top it off, you were friends with one of them. 

For instance, Jania, who was the daughter of one of the men on Ben’s council, made constant little jabs and comments at the new arrivals, showing you a whole different side of her. 

“I give it a couple more weeks before they go and screw something up around here,” she mumbled as the two of you were walking from a class. 

“Well, they’re bound to make a mistake, Nia. They just got here,” you replied, confused to where the conversation was coming from all of a sudden. “They’re still learning the ropes.”

Jania rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right. You really think they’ll stay out of trouble?”

“You had trouble when you first started too, remember?” 

“At least I actually belonged here.”

You frowned a bit at the insinuation. “That’s not fair.”

“Whatever,” she scoffs. “ I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.” 

You do just that, seeing as you were right beside your locker, anyways. When she’s out of eyesight, you turn your body, letting out a gasp as you accidentally bump into someone and stumble. If it weren’t for them grasping your arms to steady you, you probably would’ve been on the floor. 

“Oh!” you stammer with wide eyes, immediately forming an apology on the tip of your tongue. “I’m so sorry!”

When you actually register who it was you bumped into, your eyes widen some more. 

It was Harry. 

“Aye, no worries, lass,” he says, amusement dancing in his bright blue eyes. “Yeh got some quick reflexes.” 

You laugh a bit, a mixture of both nerves and awkwardness, because how could you possibly fumble that bad? Eyes darting around a bit, you look for something to say, before realizing that there was a hook wrapped around one of your arms instead of his other hand that was holding you up. 

“I, uh… I like your hook. It’s very…shiny.” 

Harry tilts his head, a grin playing on his lips. “Thank yeh? No one’s ever said that ta me before.”

“Yeah,” you force another weird laugh as he straightens your body back up, giving him little finger guns. “And thank you for catching me.”

Not even a full five seconds later and you cringe. Why am I so lame about this? 

Instead of making an even bigger fool outta yourself, you purse your lips and quickly crouch down to pick up the books you dropped. The boy above you keeps his eyes trained on you, gaze flitting to the front of the notebook you now held. 

“Yer name is (y/n)?” he asks, examining the personalized decoration of the notebook that included your name. 

“Yep,” you nod, rocking back and forth. “You’re Harry, right? Uma’s friend?”

“Tha’s right,” he smiles, giving you a dramatic bow that just fits him for some reason, your brain concludes. “A pleasure ta meet yah.”

Matching his energy, you offer a polite curtsy. “And you as well.”

The two of you are staring at each other with little smiles before the sound of footsteps break the moment. You turn around, finding that Jania had returned, and she was currently eyeing Harry with a hateful gaze. 

“Hey, pirate boy,” she sneers, yanking one of your hands into hers. “Go and terrorize someone else, my friend doesn’t wanna talk to you.”

“Wha- hey, no, Nia, don’t-!” your confused protests fall on deaf ears as she continues to drag you away with her, and all you can do is look back and mouth an “I’m sorry” to Harry before you turn a corner. 

“I can’t believe you were talking to that guy, (y/n)!” She hisses. “Didn’t we just have a conversation about this?”

“What are you so worked up for?” you murmur, trying to regain your footing because it feels like she’s dragging you away even faster. “You saw him, he’s nice, he has a sweet smile, he wasn’t terrorizing anyone-!” 

“Are you even listening to yourself?!” Jania stops abruptly just so she can give you a stare full of disbelief and disapproval. “Those villain kids aren’t out for anything but themselves. I mean, just look at Mal. She’s going to be Queen now. And look what that did to your sister!” 

“Don’t bring Audrey into this,” you frowned, getting defensive over the fact that she was speaking your sister’s name in a conversation she didn’t even need to be a part of. “And please stop talking like that. You sound like my grandma.” 

“Well, maybe you should start listening to her for once,” she mutters under her breath. “Just stay away from them, alright?” 

That didn’t happen. 

Ever since that day, it was like the two of you kept on running into each other. Not that you were complaining. In fact, it was further fueling your attraction towards Harry. Whenever the two of you saw each other, you’d stop to say hi, maybe even have a brief conversation. And of course, you’d always hear Jania’s mouth about it, but it’s not like she could control your actions. 

One day, sometime during lunch, Harry spotted you sitting alone at a table, and decided to make his way over to you. 

“All by yerself?” He asks, grabbing your attention. 

“No,” you told him with a smile, sitting down your phone and sitting upright. “I’m waiting on someone. But you can sit till she gets here. If you wanna.”

He gladly accepts the offer, taking a seat next to you. 

“Let me guess, th’ one tha’ hates my guts?” 

Even though the look on his face shows that he’s only joking, you can’t help but feel sheepish. 

“Right,” you sigh. “I’m really sorry about that. She’s just a little…hard to soften up.”

“Are yeh bein’ nice about it?” he smirks. 

“…‘Lil bit.” The two of you share a laugh for a few seconds. “But to answer your question, no. I’m waiting for my sister.” 

His eyebrows lift slightly. “Yeh have a sister?” 

“Yeah,” you nod. “Audrey.” The realization clicks in Harry’s mind. 

“Aw, yer a Beauty kid~” he coos, resting his chin in the palm of one of his hands. “I ‘ave sisters too, actually.” 

“Really?” 

And so from there, he begins to delve into random tales with him and his sisters, even describing them for you so that you’ll know who they are if they ever pass by you around school. The stories have you so interested that you forget that your sister was supposed to be there until she actually showed up with both your lunches. 

She takes the spot next to you after Harry leaves you alone with her, waiting for a little while before speaking. 

“You like him, don’t you?”

The topic almost makes you choke on your food. 

“Hm?” 

“You. Like. Him,” she emphasizes, flicking you in the shoulder. 

“Where’d you get that idea?” You scoff. 

“Are you serious? As soon as I walked over here, you were just staring at him like-” she copies your attentive gaze, batting her lashes for dramatic effect. 

Rolling your eyes, you deny her claim, “ I didn’t even do all that.”

“But you do like him, right? You never said no.”

“I never said yes, either,” you retort. 

“You totally do, though,” she giggles. “I'm your sister. You can’t lie to me. I know these things.”

With a groan, you shake your head. “Fine. A little bit, yes.”

“A little?” 

“That’s all you’re getting,” you tell her, pushing her back with a laugh when she leans closer to you. “Get outta my face, Audrey!” 

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Getting closer to Harry was fun. 

You found yourself constantly seeking him out, whether in school or in certain social settings, holding longer conversations with and getting to hang around both groups of friends with him, both yours and his. 

A favorite memory of yours in particular was when he sought you out after the sunset upon Auradon, so that you could join him in stargazing. 

“Yeh know, I’ve never actually really seen the stars before,” he comments as he sits beside you on the soft grass. 

“Really?” You said with surprise, to which he nodded. 

“It was a big dark cloud above the sky. Not much ta see like tha’.” 

“…Huh. And now that you can see them? What do you think of them?” 

He takes a moment to think before responding. “They’re…a lot brighter from ‘ere. Ye can even see the light reflecting off the lake.” 

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, noting how the sparkling dots of light twinkle in the water of the lake. You lean over a bit, getting a closer look when, all of a sudden, you feel water splash your side, making eye contact with a grinning Harry. 

“Hey!” Splashing him back, you watch him practically run away from the water, giggling along with you as a back and forth water war was waged. 

Once the two of you settled down, you started a game of creating your own constellations in the night sky, occasionally arguing about what they did and didn’t look like. As much as you would’ve liked to stay like that all night, the time of student curfew was approaching. 

“Thanks for this,” you said, smiling at him. “I had a lot of fun.” 

“Yeh don’ have ta thank me,” he replies, draping your sweater over your shoulders since it was getting cooler out. “I…like yer company.” 

“…I like your company, too.”

You’re gazing into his eyes, and he into yours. You can feel the way you both lean in, ever so closer to each other, until your faces are remotely close. Just when you feel the urge to make a move and go for it, you hear the clock chime, signaling that it was time to go. 

Pulling away slowly, you let out a soft exhale before smiling again, clutching the front of your sweater. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you murmurs. “Night, Harry.” 

“…G’night, darlin’,” he bids before you go your separate ways. 

The entire way back to your dorm, you’re grinning so hard your cheeks start to hurt. Even your sister and friend notice as they peep your giddy demeanor when you walk in. 

“Aahhhh, someone’s date went well~” Audrey squealed, clapping her hands. Jania was sitting beside her, dead silent but attentive. 

“It wasn’t a date, Audrey,” you chuckled, putting away your things. 

“That’s your opinion, anyways! Was it nice? Did you have fun? Did you two kiss?”

”Slow your roll! Yes, it was nice. Yes, I had fun. And we…almost kissed?” 

You can see the way her eyes light up, clearly invested in your first romantic experience. Jania, on the other hand, finally decides to say something. 

“Wait, wait, so this little thing of yours is getting serious?” 

“Uh…yes?” You say, unsure if that was even the right answer. Probably not. “No? Ugh, I dunno…he’s so sweet, you guys, and I really, really like him, but maybe I’m reading into this too much-?” 

“Better enjoy it while it lasts,” she mutters, getting up to go and lay in her own bed. 

Her words catch you off guard. “Huh? What does that mean?” 

“Nothing at all. Good night.” 

Both you and Audrey look at each other, not understanding what just happened, but shrug it off as she pats the spot across from her so that you can tell her everything that’s occurred during your time with Harry. 

The following morning, when you wake up, the first thing you notice is that it was only your sister in there with you, who was curling her hair in the vanity mirror. 

“…Where’s Nia?” You inquire, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. 

She looks your way, then towards Jania’s bed. 

“I have no idea,” she says thoughtfully. “She just said that she was getting an early start on the day.” 

You scrunch your face up. “That doesn’t sound like her at all, but hey, what do I know?” Yawning, you plop back down, trying to see if you could squeeze in another 15 minutes of sleep. 

=

During your first passing period, you’d taken Harry along with you to go see Ben in his office. Neither of you had addressed nor even slightly mentioned what happened last night, just going on as if it never happened. Which was good, because you didn’t think you could handle the awkwardness of a “hey, did we almost kiss?” conversation. 

You knock on the door, waiting for the green light before walking inside. 

“Hey, Ben,” you greet, placing a pamphlet down on his desk. “Someone dropped this off for you today.” 

“Oh, thank you,” he says, glancing up at you and doing a double take when he sees who’s accompanying you. “Did, uh, did you need something too, Harry?”

He shrugs and shoves his hands in his pockets. “I’m jus’ here f’her.” 

Your eyes drift over to a tray sitting on one of the spare tables. 

“Ooo, candied apples?”

“Yeah, someone dropped them off earlier,” he responds. “I didn’t get a chance to see who it was.” 

“Mm.” You were too distracted with the one you’d already picked up. 

“Hey! How do you always get into my stuff before I can?” 

“You weren’t even gonna eat these.”

”Maybe I was,” he retorted, and although you didn’t believe that because he almost never ate the treats that people would drop off for him (not because he didn’t like them, there would literally just be so many), you decided to play along anyways. 

“Fine, fine,” you sighed, looking down at the tray to examine all of them before picking one up from the middle, passing it to them. “Here, this one’s more red than the others. I think it’s more candy coating on it or something.” 

Ben laughs before tapping his apple against yours and taking a large bite out of it. 

“Harry, d’you want one?” You pick up another apple and offer it to him, but he declines your offer. 

“I don’t like those things,” he tells you. 

“Who doesn’t like candied apples?” Ben asks, happily chowing down on his. “They’re so good.” 

“No, the best kind are the ones they dip in caramel and peanuts,” you add, taking a small bite out of your own. “You have to try one of those.” 

“Oh, yeah, those-” Out of the blue, Ben just stops talking. You focus your eyes back on him, brows furrowed in confusion. 

“…What? What happened?” He shakes his head, trying to readjust himself. 

“Uh, nothing- sorry,” he says, but his words and movements are getting slower and slower. “I…don’t know what happened, I just…”

”Ben…?” You say, eyes soon widening in horror when his roll back and flutter shut, causing him to fall out of his chair. 

“Ben!!” Rushing over, you catch him just before his head hits the ground, patting his cheek to get him to regain consciousness. “Ben!!” 

Harry knelt down at your side, mouth agape because he’s just as confused as you as to what happened to the young king just that fast, but neither of you know what to do. 

“Somebody help!!” 

=

“And you’re sure that’s all that happened?”

“Yeah!” you told Belle, hands clasped together as you saw your friend lying unconscious. “H-he just ate the apple and then passed out.” 

When help finally came, Fairy Godmother was called, along with Ben’s parents, and close friends who were alerted like Audrey and Jania. Mal and her friends were in the middle of something when she was called, so she was rushing to get here now. 

Harry had stuck by your side the entire time, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly as you were now starting to panic. 

“May I see the apple?” Fairy Godmother asks. “Did you bring it?” 

“Yeah.” You reach into your bag, pulling out the apple by the stick it was secured upon, unraveling it from the napkin and passing it to her. 

She examines it thoroughly, turning it in all directions to search for anything out of the ordinary. “All the apples looked like this?” 

“...For the most part,” you murmur. “That one was a little darker than the others. It’s why I picked it out. I figured maybe it had more candy coating on it than the others.” 

Pursing her lips, she gives you a solemn look. 

“This apple was enchanted. It’s laced with a sleeping curse.”

Your eyes widen, the feeling of your stomach dropping almost making you stagger. 

“Oh, god,” you whispered, covering your mouth with your hands. “I fed Ben a poison apple, oh my god…”

“Easy, lass,” Harry said softly, gripping your shoulders. “It wasn’t yer fault.” 

“Yeah, (y/n), he’s right,” your sister agrees. “You couldn’t have known. Your intentions were good when you gave it to him.” 

“Were they?” Jania’s words have you looking over at her. “You deliberately picked out that apple, (y/n). Are you sure you didn’t have a trick up your sleeve?” 

“Wha… Jania, what are you talking about? I would never do something like that to Ben! He’s like a brother to me!” 

“Maybe then,” she argues. “But things can change after you start spending all your time with Auradon’s newest group of troublemakers.” 

You  furrow your brows just a bit, because you begin to see exactly where this is going. 

“Nia, they had nothing to do with this,” you state firmly, pointing to Harry, who seemed a little uncomfortable with the accusation. “He had nothing to do with this! Will you get that out of your head?”

“How do you expect me to?! He’s the only one out of the three of you that didn’t eat an apple!”

“Because he doesn’t like them! If I gave you something you didn’t like and you told me you didn’t wanna eat it, would that make you suspicious?” 

“This is different!” Jania insists, standing up from her chair. “You know villain kids have a track record with poison apples. He’s the perfect suspect!”

“When ‘ave yeh ever seen me touch an apple?” Harry asks, perplexed by the words coming out of her mouth. 

“It doesn’t matter! You know it’s true!”

“Okay,” you say frustratedly. “Let’s say maybe that is true. Why would Harry try poisoning Ben?”

“I don’t know! A power trick? God, Ben wasn’t even supposed to get to the stupid apple!”

“Oh, really? Why not?”

“Because you were supposed to eat it!!”

The outburst puts everyone’s actions on pause, struggling to grip onto what had just been said. 

When sense reforms in your mind, all you can work out is a small, “…Excuse me?”

Even now, Jania looks shocked by what’s come out of her mouth, covering it promptly as her eyes dart between each one in the room. 

“What did you just say?”

“I- nothing- I didn’t mean-” she stammers, shaking her head as she takes a small step back. ”I didn’t mean for that to come out.”

“No,” your sister stands as well, her suspicions beginning to rise as yours did. “But you sure meant for this to happen. And to my sister?”

“Aud, listen- I was only trying to help-” 

It’s obvious that the young girl is becoming anxious, fumbling to try and find a proper response. 

“It all makes sense,” you mumbled, mulling over her strange behavior in the past few days. She’d let go of your association with Harry for the most part, but you hadn’t thought anything of it, assuming she’d finally had enough of berating you over it. 

But now things have become clearer. 

The oddly vagueness of her words last night, when she said “enjoy it while it lasts,” the unusual morning disappearance, and the fact that she was more concerned with pinning the blame on Harry than she was about Ben’s unexpected state. 

Because it wasn’t unexpected. She had planned this all along. 

“You knew that I would try to get to them first,” you continued on as you looked at the one you thought was your friend. “And that I would’ve probably picked that exact apple. You wanted me to eat it so that you could find a way to make it seem like Harry was the one who did it. Didn’t you?” 

Her eyes widened, astounded that you had figured out every inch of her plan.  

You feel Harry’s grip tighten slightly on your shoulders, and when you glanced up, he seemed pretty agitated at the revelation. 

“...Yeh tried ta poison her? Just ta set me up?” 

“Yeah, okay!” Jania finally confesses. “It may seem bad to you, but-”

Audrey’s about had enough of it already. “Don’t start trying to make excuses! You tried to put my sister’s life in danger, and all for what? Because you have some unspoken grudge against someone she’s in love with?”

Woah. Pause. 

“I- Audrey,” you whisper, trying to get her to retract that statement in an instant. However, she’s too concerned with getting on Jania’s case, so you can only pray and hope everyone else was also too distracted to hear what was just said. 

Especially Harry.

“I made a cure!” Jania tries to defend herself. “She wouldn’t have been asleep forever, she would have woken up eventually-” 

“Eventually?!” 

“Oh, god,” you hold a hand to your mouth for a second, unable to find anything that could help stop the argument before it escalates any further. 

Even though, truthfully, you didn’t want to. Jania got herself into this mess. She deserves more than being yelled at, another person’s life was at stake here. 

“Don’t you know that cures to sleeping curses have never actually worked?” Your sister continues. “Ever! Your silly little ‘cure’ would’ve failed, and then what? Then my sister would have been cursed for who knows how long!” 

“No! No, it wouldn’t- why are you so mad? I- I was only trying to help!” 

At that point, you step forward, too. “Help? I never needed help, Jania. You keep saying how- how the villain kids shouldn’t be trusted, but you were willing to risk my life and ruin someone else’s to prove a point. And rather than worrying about if Ben was actually gonna be okay, you keep overlooking it like it doesn’t even matter!”

You look at the adults in the room, knowing they would have much to say as well. Ben’s father notices your eyes, clearing his throat. 

“There will be consequences,” he says. “This was both an act of injustice and carelessness. It will be handled accordingly.”

Jania keeps her head hung low, knowing there was nothing she could do or say to shy away from the consequences of her actions. 

“As for you, Harry, we’re terribly sorry about this incident. If there’s anything we can do to make up for it, please let us know.”

The boy nods, and right as the statement is made, Mal comes rushing through the doors, followed by all her friends. 

=

Two weeks have passed since then, and everything has been cleared up. 

Jania had been suspended for 4 weeks, a week for Ben’s endangerment, a week for your intended endangerment, a week for attempting to frame someone, and a week for the unpermitted use of dangerous magic. 

You and Audrey got to remove her as a dorm mate, and although the offer was made to request a new one, you both found it pretty nice to have the extra space all to yourselves one Jania’s bed was out of there. 

Ben was doing fine as well, Mal had woken him up and broken the sleeping curse like everyone expected, and he even said that the whole thing felt like a really great nap, so he wasn’t too upset. 

As an apology for all that had happened, you had invited Harry out for ice cream. You hadn’t really gotten a chance to say sorry for him almost being kicked out of Auradon just for hanging around you, and even though it technically wasn’t your fault, you felt the need to say it anyway. 

So while the two of you sat out on a bench in the castle courtyard, you laid the spoon down in your half eaten cup of ice cream, shifting awkwardly. 

“So, I, um…” you begin, pursing your lips as you try to form a complete sentence. “I don’t think I ever got the chance to apologize for…everything that happened. I knew Jania was making it out to be a big deal, but…I didn’t think she would take it that far.” 

He turns to you with a soft smile, shaking his head. 

“Yeh know there’s no need for an apology, right?”

Blinking, you let out a small huff of breath, staring back down at the delicacy. “Well, obviously not if I’m doing it.” 

Harry giggles, nudging your arm with his. “It wasn’t yer fault, I’m not mad. I like a bit o’ drama every now an’ then.”

“Only you,” you retort, unable to hold back the smile that pulls at your lips. 

But you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Right as you begin to settle down from your internal conflict, something hits you like a brick.

Your sister may or may have not revealed that you were starting to fall in love. With him. 

What should you do? Should you say something? Maybe bury it in a box and hope it never sees the light of day?

“Yeh know, it’s cute how yeh go from super talkative ta super quiet,” he remarks, interrupting your train of thought. 

“Sorry,” you say. “...We’re still friends, right?”

The look of confusion on his face shows that that was not the response he was expecting. 

“...Aye? Why wouldn’t we be?”

“Good.” Your head bobs along with your words. “Great. Yeah, no, I just… y’know, just clarifying.” 

Oh no, you were being super awkward again, like how you were when the two of you first met. 

Although this time, you might actually go dig a hole for yourself if you hit him with finger guns again. 

“This isn’t clarity enough?”

Groaning inwardly, you shove the spoon in your mouth. “No, that’s not how I meant it, just…give me a second to think.”

You can tell he wants to laugh again, but he tries not to for you, so you can spit all of this out. 

Finally, it spills, “I was just…hoping what my sister said the other day didn’t make things…weird?”

Honey, you’re making it weird!

He takes a moment to think back on what it was exactly that Audrey had said, and every second of silence makes you want to be dragged in front of a road. 

“…Ohhh,” he says, forcing down a grin. “Yeh mean when she said ye were in love with someone? An’ tha’ someone might possibly be me?”

It’s an obvious tease. He knew exactly what your sister said, he’s been quoting it word for word in his head for the past two weeks. 

You want to run away from this situation and never look this guy in the eyes again, no muscle in your body wants to actually move. 

“…Well, since we’re tellin’ secrets…” he sits down his ice cream, reaching a hand over to focus your eyes back on him before holding your face in his cool palms. “Guess wha’?”

Clearing your throat to settle the leaping in your chest, you bite, “…What?”

Harry’s eyes sparkle, which should’ve been your first indication that he was up to something. Still, you will yourself not to move, even as he leans ever so closer to your face, though not completely as he’s trying to gauge your reaction.

With no sign of rejection, he finally closes the gap between you, leaving you stunned for a moment as your lips are captured in a soft kiss. You soon melt into the feeling, hands abandoning the cup of ice cream on your lap in favor of grasping the front of his jacket. 

It feels just as magical as you’d imagined it when you thought it would happen all those nights ago. Although, you’re glad it’s longer to become reality. It makes the moment feel even more special, more meaningful. 

When the two of you pull away, his forehead rests against yours, a blissful silence wrapping around the atmosphere like a warm blanket, the warmth spreading through your chest. 

You can’t help but smile, looking up with eyes that shine just as bright as his do, unable to stop the giggling that bubbles in your throat, but soon, he’s laughing along with you. 

The two of you were an usual pair, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Just a princess and her pirate.  

[inamindfarfaraway]

Who's the first AK that Mina befriends and why? Which AK is the last for Mina to warm up to, and why? And which AKs will she never be friends with?

The first is Chelsea. Mina is mildly impressed that she volunteered to room with a VK, after getting a wary reception from some other AKs. Chelsea confesses that she didn't get on with her previous roommate, so it didn’t seem like that a hard of a decision, and they talk about being disabled and bullied and left behind and arbitrary AK social norms and hey, Chelsea’s funny, and actually gets Mina’s sharp sense of humour, and with healthy plants and wildlife being so alien to her Mina is more than happy to hear all her swamp facts and holy shit, she can do magic, that’s badass and -

oh. They’re friends. Wow. It happens a lot more naturally than either of them anticipated. They’re very sweet together. I love them. They have sleepovers at each other’s houses in the school holidays, because even by the first one they’re so used to and comfortable sharing a bedroom. Chelsea loves playing with the Foxworth pets. She visits the shelter and helps Mina sometimes, and Mina visits New Orleans and the swamp to watch Chelsea learn magic.

I think she'd get along pretty well with most canon AKs. They’re all generally good people, except Chad and to an extent, mostly formerly Audrey. Chad’s always come across as worse to Audrey than me, so his character growth would be slower and more begrudging and he plays a minor antagonist to Mina and other VKs; he’s too afraid of his parents, Ben and Mal making him face more serious consequences for his actions than the discipline he’s already got to try anything really bad, though. He is fundamentally a coward whose bark is much worse than his bite. And everyone can see that. He’s too pathetic, unintelligent and uncreative to be an effective bully. A minority of other AKs who share his malice aren’t, however, and not all of them change their ways. There are many AKs that Mina just never clicks with or warms up to because that’s how people work, with no such malice or judgment necessary.

It takes her and Terry surprisingly long to become proper friends. That’s why even after the time skip, I haven’t described them as friends in their bios. The reason is that I specifically created him to be Mina’s foil. Their personalities and roles are as different as can be, and she has trust issues and he’s bad at compromise, among other traits and attitudes that, by design, rub each other the wrong way. They both regret how awkward this is for Chelsea and want to be friends. But they just don’t get each other. Resolving this impasse is the result of their character development, particularly Terry’s, who’s more invested in befriending Mina. It requires him to slow down, acknowledge his flaws, listen to and learn from someone else’s perspective and put effort into building something despite knowing that it won’t be perfect. Mina is isn’t perfect, and neither is he. Neither is their friendship. But it’s still good. Yeah. Still good.

The last AK Mina warms up to is Audrey. Audrey has spent the six months since the movie having a big arc of unlearning her prejudices and callous, competitive, selfish worldview, which has involved coming to be on good terms with Mal, glad and grateful that she makes her best friend happy, and quite a messy breakup with Chad due to her no longer respecting him being a dick or liking that he enables and encourages her being a bitch. He swings between being bitter and desperate for her to take him back. She’s just tired of him. By Cotillion, her family is fracturing too: Leah refuses to change her views on VK no matter how unpopular they get or how much the whole rest of her family disagrees with her, and Aurora finally demands that if she can’t be trusted to look after all her citizens, she has to abdicate the throne. Phillip backs her up. In Audrey’s mind, Leah is her beloved, doting grandmother who’s always been there for her (a little critical and controlling, maybe, but all in the name of helping Audrey be everything she needs to be, right? There’s totally no toxicity in that dynamic that she also needs to unpack now, right? Please?) But… though it breaks her heart, she agrees with her parents. Leah is not taking any of this well. So Audrey’s under a lot of stress at the moment. Mina observes this from the sidelines and realizes that Audrey is not a shallow prissy princess/popular girl stereotype, but a Person with Feelings. Feelings about relatable stuff like a family member being awful. Now that, a VK can’t help but sympathize with. They have their first really open and honest conversation after that when Mina steps in to offer the appreciated sentiment of ‘you’re not alone and you’ll get through this, keep going’ and the less appreciated promise to sic her dogs on her grandma if she wants. Then Audrey ends up turning to the Core Four and Uma’s crew for empathy and experienced help processing and healing from Leah’s years of emotional abuse and thus forges a much stronger bond with all of them. Leah is forced to give up the throne, don’t worry.

It actually takes Mina longer to officially forgive Mal than to enter Audrey’s good books. She really does hold a grudge!

[yuunova-yundimiel-halfelven]

TWST THOUGHTS...

What if Yuu came from Middle-Earth? The world of Lord of the Rings.

What if they are a descendant of Aragorn and was born in the modern age of Middle Earth.

What if one of their parents originally came from Twisted Wonderland and got magically portalled to Middle-Earth and married a descendant of Aragorn.

Then when Yuu was born, another war took over Middle Earth, taking their parents' lives. Yuu is then hunted by the enemy but was hidden by their relatives until they were 16, then Gandalf comes to tell them of Yuu's otherworldly lineage and accompanies them to the portals where their parent came from.

And that's how Yuu ends up in Twisted Wonderland.

[smilelikeacheshirecat]

Duty is to her

Pairing: Bridget Hearts x Fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: kissing

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Reader and Bridget are attending a party and notice Bridget was getting tired so you decided to step in.

Being the princess and the next ruler of your kingdom, you are expected to go through all sorts of training, education, classes and more in preparation for your coronation and to inherit the throne from your parents. You have hours of classes, discussion of various topics from your basic education to politics, history of your kingdom and all the other neighboring kingdoms, etiquette classes, dance lessons, how to manage your kingdom and many more. 

You also undergo training not only with physical activities such as fencing, ballet, horseback riding, and many more. But your parents also added managing paper works and affairs happening in the kingdom for you to be familiarize with, along with hours and hours of discussion with other officials, and to also prepare for the future mountain of works that will probably pile in your desk as soon as your in charge.

Needless to say, you have been very busy with all your duties and since you're still young and wanting to have a social life, you also attend school so that adds up to the mass of work needed to be done. It’s hard to be the princess and heir to the throne. 

Being the princess, it is also one of your duties to attend various events such as balls, charities, parties, or any sort of royal gathering. There, it will test how good you are able to recognize and know the other royals, to mingle, chat, interact and meet more other people. 

But with everything happening in your daily life, there is one person that has been by your side each time. Princess Bridget of Hearts. She is the daughter of the rulers of Wonderland, their family is a close friend of your family. She is also attending Merlin’s Academy with you and the two of you have been inseparable ever since you bump into each other in the hallways of the academy.

“I can’t wait to visit” 

You heard from across the room, you turn to look for the owner of the familiar sweet voice, to see Bridget talking with the other guest. The pink-haired princess has the personality and the energy to draw in people to her direction. She’s the most kindest, sweetest, approachable and brightest person you’ve ever meet. Yet it still baffles you how she claims that you and Ella are her only friends in the academy. 

Right now, it was winter break and most of the students in Merlin’s Academy went home to spend the holiday with their families. You and Bridget were no exception and right now their parents had ask them to attend this party much to your dismay since you planned on relaxing during your winter break but when you heard that Bridget is also coming, reluctantly, you agreed but with a little enthusiasm inside especially knowing that the particular pink princess you quite adore and have been for a while now, will be coming. 

“Of course” You watch as Bridget giggle again after her reply to whatever they were saying.

You had been unfortunately separate with different people wanting to talk to you and not wanting to appear rude to them, you indulge in their conversation and try to at least look like you were interested but sometimes would still steal glances at a certain pink-haired princes just across the room. 

At least she’s having fun. You thought as you tried to avert your eyes from Bridget’a figure and refocus your attention on the conversation with your group. 

“Yes I’ve contacted with them and had their support on the matter” you replied. You may have master the art of communication and forming connection but that doesn’t mean you’d enjoyed it since you’d very much like to be with your princess rather than having this formal conversation.

At an early age, you’ve been attending party to party so you’re quite use to all the standing, talking and polite smile. Like the perfect princess but Bridget, on the other hand is still getting use to attending this sort of parties so you can’t really help but worry.

After a few minutes you glance back to where Bridget was again just to check on her. That’s when you notice Bridget was getting tired and is only fighting to stay and keep up with conversation. 

It is getting late and Bridget hadn’t had enough rest since yesterday with all the preparation for the party going on.

You took that as your cue to leave.

“Excuse me everyone but I may have to retreat for the night, enjoy the rest of the evening.” You said, curtsying before biding your farewell to them. 

The group said their goodbyes in understanding before continuing their conversation. You gracefully walk towards where Bridget’s group.

Bridget still has a smile on her face but you already notice how she was trying to stay awake. 

“Excuse me ladies but I might have to steal Bridget from you” you said smoothly as you swiftly take Bridget’s hand and pulled her away from her group. The girls giggle and let you both go as they continue on their own again. 

In just a few minutes, Bridget was already leaning on to you as you walk out of the ballroom. The moment the door close behind them, Bridget let out a sigh of relief. Her fatigue kicking in already as she cling on to you for support.

You chuckled and wrap your arms around her waist as you support her weight with your body. “Tired?” You ask the princess who’s eyes are already half close.

Bridget nodded, her eyes are now close as she soaks in the warmth of your body. The ballroom may be buzzing with guest but she still feels cold from the lack of your presence.

Truth be told, she was having fun meeting everyone but she still yearns to be with you since the only reason why she agreed to attend is because she was inform that you’d be there. And you were but she didn’t expect that she would only spend a few minutes with you before you were whist away by the other guests in the party.

The corridors were empty since most of the guest are at the ballroom and the staff are either attending to the party's needs or have already retreated to their quarters. 

Since Bridget was already tired to walking straight on her own, you had to half carry her as you guide her to her bedroom. 

Bridget notice the direction they were going and stopped.

"what's wrong?" You asked looking at the princess in your arms.

"can I stay in your room?" Bridget asked softly but you still heard her.

You smiled and agreed before changing course to the direction of your bedroom.

“We stayed longer than expected.” You said as you open the door to your room, finally. 

You lead Bridget's half asleep figure to your bed. Walking here was hard enough due to the heavy dresses you were wearing and the heels weren’t much help. You tried to gentle pry Bridget’s embrace from your body as you lay her down on your bed. You left out a breath of relief as you had successfully lay Bridget’s body on your bed. 

After you remove the torture device on your feet that people called shoes, you started removing Bridget’s gown and her own shoes and change them to a much more comfortable sleeping attire before proceeding to remove her complicated hairdo. Then after that you pulled out the make-up remover kit on your vanity table. Gently, you stared removing the layers of makeup on Bridget’s face carefully not to wake her up and disrupt her peaceful state. 

During the process, you couldn’t help but admire Bridget’s beauty as she closely examine her face, making sure no makeup was left.

For months you have been close with Bridget but never this close and intimate. You have always been there to care for her, to be here for her as she did to you in those months with each other. Unknowingly that your time together had brought feelings inside you. Feelings that you’re not quite sure what they are yet but slowly, you’re starting to realize them as time past by and you couldn’t help but fear for what it may cause and affect your relationship now.

The thought of losing Bridget, fuels the growing fear so in conclusion, you buried those feelings deep down to remain what you two have now. But sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder what would it be like. To be more than just friends. 

Just imagining it made you sigh, one last look, making sure no make up was left. You smile on your work before starting to change as well. 

With her last bit of consciousness, Bridget stir from her sleep, her hands started moving, searching for something. When she realize that she was alone, she lifted her head up to see you just putting on the last sleeping garment before you sat infront of your vanity mirror to remove your make-up. 

 Bridget couldn’t help the frown forming on her lips, you were still far from her. Slowly she got up from the comfort of your bed and wobble to your direction. 

You didn’t notice Bridget had got up from bed since you had your eyes close as you remove your eye shadow. A soft squeal left you when you felt someone’s arms wrap around your shoulders.

“Bridget?” You called out to her, she was still half asleep.

“Come to bed. Please” she mumbled to your ears. 

“But I’m not done removing my make up yet” you said but then what she did next was unexpected.

Bridget let you go from her embrace before placing herself on your lap,. with her legs on each side, your hand automatically rest on her waist to steady her figure. You were confuse to what was happening but you sat still as Bridget pull the wipes from the table and began to remove the rest of your make up she may be sleepy but each stroke was firm but gentle at the same time. Removing the remaining make up, she took one last look when there wasn’t any left she cupped your checks with your hands making you look into her eyes. 

Bridget was still half asleep so her body was still a little unstable as she slowly leans forward, your faces were only centimeters apart now.

“You’re really pretty’” she mumbled with a smile on her face.

You couldn’t help but smile at that. Everything seems to fade around them as you gaze into each other’s eyes. But yours keeps flickering from her eyes to her lips, plump and pink even without lipstick. So close yet still so far away. 

For a while, you didn’t know what you felt. At first, you thought these feelings were the same feelings you felt for Bridget, the love for a very close friend but this moment confirms your realization. You wanted her, you needed her. You wanted something more, more than just classmates, more than just friends. You wanted to be something more with her and only her.

It took everything in your power not lean in and kiss those lips, which was the only thing running in your head, her lips. But then . . .

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” Bridget suddenly ask breaking the silence of the room.

Your eyes widen at what she said. You look back up to her eyes, wanting to make sure you heard it right. “May I?” 

Bridget smile as she leans in, closing the gap between your lips. Soft. Her lips were soft. Sweet, like the strawberry short cake she baked the other day for you. And slow. She wasn’t in a hurry, and neither were you. You were both savoring the kiss.

Your stomach flutter as the warm feeling flooded you. Her scent invaded your senses and all your focus were on her lips and the warm feeling it comes with it.

You pulled away for air, already missing them but Bridget lean her forehead on yours with a smile still on her lips. “Took you long enough” she said giggling as buries her face on your neck.

You may be the princess of your kingdom but your duty is always to her, to your princess.