#auradon

[dommnics]

Following my redesign of Mal, here’s my take on Evie from Descendants! 👑 I wanted her look to be contrast Mal and be a lot more polished since she’s royalty. I also leaned more into prim and princess-like based on her personality in the movie, but still maintaining dark elements in her aesthetic. I gave her a little skull makeup bag as a nod to the skull in her mother’s dungeon from the original film!

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[rayesgenesis]

jealousy, jealousy. — b.f

a/n: a one shot. what better than a one shot!

who? ben florian x fem!reader

it had to stop. someone had to do something to stop this. this girl whose name you didn’t even know had been chatting up ben for a little over 10 minutes now. five minutes too much, in your opinion.

you could see everything play out from the lockers, where you were standing. her touching his arm and laughing extra hard at anything he said. she really couldn’t have made it more obvious. and you guessed that ben, being the sweetheart that he is, didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

you knew full well that he made sure she knew that he had a girlfriend and still, she acted like the boundary was nonexistant. you just had to shut it down.

you had been clearing your throat so much in the last five minutes that lonnie, looking for her stuff in her locker next to yours, became increasingly worried about your health. if it wasn’t for her asking if you were okay, you wouldn’t have pushed yourself off of your locker and went to deal with the problem yourself.

you tried to control your breathing on your way over to them. okay y/n, you can't freak out in front of them. don’t freak out. don’t freak out. don’t-

"hi baby" you came up behind ben with the softest tone and your arm snaking its way around his waist. you did not acknowledge her once of course.

"y/n!" ben looked down at you and you could feel her eyes on you as his arm came around your shoulders. ben’s hand waved towards the girl as to introduce her. "i don’t think you two have met yet. y/n, this is nadia. nadia, this is y/n. my girlfriend."

you reluctantly took your eyes off of his face and acknowledged her with raised eyebrows. as if you hadn’t been staring at her for the past 10 minutes or so.

"ohhh, so she is the girlfriend. don’t worry, i’ve heard only great things about you. it’s really nice to finally meet you." she said with a fakeness that was typically communicated between auradon princesses. you succeded in letting a small smile seep through the tight lines that your lips formed.

"nadia is replacing jane as head of the party planning commitee while she’s away." ben clarified.

"right, well it’s nice to meet you too." before your eye started to twitch, you brought your eyes back to your boyfriend’s face.

"i came to take you up on your offer of helping me with maths." you murmured close to ben’s ear and with a snarky smile. "we can go to my dorm if you want? evie won’t be there for another two hours." ben cleared his throat and his ears went a pink-ish color. you were having trouble keeping your smirk to yourself.

"right uhh, bella, can we talk later?" he spat out with a breathless voice.

"absolutely. yeah, we’ll talk later." you didn’t even let her mutter out something about how nice it was seeing you since you turned around without paying her another thought.

you were sitting on the edge of ben’s bed looking at him getting ready. he was looking at himself in the large body mirror and as he reached for his tie you stood up.

"i can tie it for you if you want.." you said as you stood right behind him while looking at him in the mirror. ben smiled at you through the mirror.

"yeah..yeah that would be nice. thanks. my hands are a bit shaky right now." he let out a nervous chuckle and you turned so you’d face him.

"i know i noticed. if it’s because of that council meeting, i’m telling you, you have nothing to worry about. they won’t have a choice but to accept your proposition. it’s a well rounded project. " you tried to ease his stress as best as you could.

"you’re right." he sighed softly. "i’m just worried they’ll think my ideas are too unrealistic, you know. i want to prove that i can handle it." his shoulders relaxed a bit, like a weight physically got lifted off of him.

you finished tying his tie and looked up at him through your eyelashes only to find him looking right back down at you. your hands went to his shoulders and his own came on top of them.

"i know you’re going to do great because your ideas are great. you are great, ben. they’ll see it sooner than later." you nodded positively, making sure he understood that you meant every word.

a small smile played on ben’s lips as his hand came to hold your chin and brought your lips closer to his. your lips were about to touch when you heard a knock on the door.

you sighed. "if that’s doug again, i’m kicking his butt all the way back to charmington." ben snorted as he went to open the door.

"ben, hi! i was hoping to find you here." you secretly hoped it wasn’t who you thought it was. her voice irritated you greatly. so cheerful and for what, it was 10 am on a thursday.

"nadia…what’s up?" there was your confirmation. that girl wouldn’t back out in front of anything, it seemed. you crossed your arms and scoffed to yourself while shaking your head. then you stepped to the side so you could see her better.

"we actually need your input on some of the activities for the spring festival back at the commitee, and i thought i’d come here to get you." ben opened his mouth to answer but no words came out. he looked back at you and nadia acknowledged you.

"y/n! i didn’t see you there!" you only waved your hand with a polite smile. ben returned to nadia.

"sure, let me just get my keys." you were annoyed. you knew that this was a temporary arrangement so you didn’t want to get too upset, but it still bugged you.

ben came to you and paused with his hand on your back, and a look in his eyes looking for confirmation that you were okay. you looked back at him and offered him a small smile. his eyes lowered to your lips as he squeezed your arm and started to walk away before you grabbed him back by the arm.

"ben wait, you forgot something."

with that, you held the back of his head with your hands and kissed him deeply. you really wished you had kept at least one eye open to see nadia’s reaction.

"for good luck." you managed to get out with a breathy voice. he cleared his throat and you waved both of them goodbye as they left.

you shouldn’t have to worry about her anymore.

[aksandvks]

According to the Book Disney Descendants: Up Close! Mal was born in 1999.

She was 6 years old when she wasn’t invited to Evie’s 6th Birthday Party, which took place 10 years after all the villains were banished to the Island. Which places it in 2005. (Isle of The Lost Novel)

That means that That Auradon was created in 1995.

It also means that Rise of Red takes place in 2025.

[shierajones]

Rise of Red

So I’m watching this movie and doing Simone Biles levels of mental gymnastics to make this all connect to the original story and have the plot holes fill in. Here are my attempts at cohension from the beginning:

SPOILERS!!!!

It’s been 30 years since Auradon was founded.

The math isn’t mathing but sure, let’s say after D3, everyone went on adventures, Ben and Mal got married and they all took time to mature and grow in their roles. As the years have passed, they recognize what a terrible job Beast did as a leader and they want to increase trade and foreign relations with other countries.

Uma says that Ben and Mal put her in charge of everything while they (along with Evie and Jay) are making alliances with other countries.

Of course! Because Beast sucks as a leader so they don’t trust him to take back over even if only temporarily. Gil and Harry (and most of the pirates we’ve seen) are missing from Uma’s crew, because she asked them to help Ben and Mal on their journey. Hook is serving as Captain in Uma’s absence and Jay and Gil have grown very close since traveling Auradon together through the years so it makes sense.

Chad is Cinderella and Charming’s son, but Chloe will one day be queen of Cinderellasburg.

Cinderella and Charming had fertility issues at first and Chad is adopted. Chloe is their miracle baby and, though younger, is the true-born heir to the throne. They love and support Chad in all things and have pampered him his whole life. Given the struggles they had to conceive, they don’t regret showering Chad with love but they recognize he’s a bit spoiled and not fit to be king one day.

The future shows Red and the Queen of Hearts ruling on the throne together. I guess we’re assuming since she’s black and red it means she’s evil.

We never actually see that this future is prevented. The ultimate endgame may still be the same, that Red rules with her mother. I’m going to say, this future was not prevented, just that the Queen of Hearts turn to evil was delayed.

In the past, many of the heroes and villains that we know are in high school together.

Many but not all. This is just a blip in their histories and the stories to come in the future are still canon. We don’t actually see any of the villain/hero pairs (Maleficent & Aurora) (Hook & Peter Pan) (Hades & Hercules) so outside of two couples being established (Jasmine and Aladdin in love and Ella and Charming flirtation/mutual pining) there’s nothing that makes some of the stories automatically false. I’d say some of the events in high school just blacken their hearts more and turn them into real villains.

Bridget and Ella’s personalities seem to be switched (with a more evil skew on Bridget’s end as an adult). This one is long.

Ella was Bridget’s only friend and because she was grounded, she wasn’t supposed to be able to make it to the Castlecoming. She cancels on Bridget and leaves her alone. However, Fairy Godmother is also friends with Ella and has been practicing her magic more and is now in possession of a powerful spellbook (more on that later). She wants a way to help her and is finally successful casting an enchantment that gets Cinderella to the dance for a short time. When her curfew hits, the spell will be reversed and send her home. When she gets to the dance, instead of finding Bridget, she gets caught up in Charming and after the song playing changes to So This is Love, they share their first dance. The two are so engrossed in each other and discovering their feelings are mutual that she doesn’t notice anyone or anything else. However, Bridget sees her and is excited at first until she realizes Ella isn’t seeking her out. She’s stuck on Charming. The song playing when Ella walked in is Shuffle of Love and Bridget is trying to focus but makes a mistake. She turns again to Ella to see if she’ll jump in and help but she’s still too distracted by Charming. Left heartbroken she moves and just watches them on the dance floor while staying isolated on the sidelines. She tries to ignore her feelings because she should be happy for Ella but she can’t stop crying a little. She should’ve been there for her. Isn’t that what friends are for? Then, Uliana comes to talk to her and seemingly comfort her. For a second, she thinks she’s coming around to be her friend. She doesn’t think twice when she offers her a cupcake. Suddenly she’s transformed to a monster and everyone around her starts laughing. Ella and Charming’s attention is finally broken from each other and they turn to see what’s going on. Upon seeing this monster, they laugh too thinking it’s just a prank—with no idea who the monster is. But Bridget’s last shred of hope is broken seeing her only friend laugh at her pain after ignoring her the whole night. When Ella finally realizes who it is, she tries to run after her and loses her shoe. She almost catches her to comfort her but then is whisked away by Fay’s spell and finds herself back at, sitting in the barn. Ella, still grounded is left feeling a mixture of joy, love, pain and regret from the events of the night. She can’t contact Bridget or see her until school starts again on Monday. By Monday it’s too late. Bridget, having spent the weekend with no one to talk to or comfort her decides Love Ain’t It and takes on a new mantra for her life. She looks into the Looking Glass and sees her evil future with her daughter. Fine, if that’s what she becomes, why try? At school, Ella tries to apologize and beg for forgiveness but it’s too late. She tries to tell her how her kindness made her strong, how she’s always respected that about her and loves her like a sister but it’s not enough. She tries to show her with her actions. She takes on the persona Bridget always had because it was good, it was kind, it was true strength. She doesn’t want to suffer for one mistake and doesn’t want Bridget to allow that night to define her, but again, it’s too late. Bridget already knows how this story ends and it’s not with love and friendship. She decides to let the fear and power be her friend and becomes the worst bully they’ve ever seen.

Uliana and her crew were troublemakers so would never have been able to open the spellbook and prank Bridget.

Before Red and Chloe showed up, Uliana and her crew were going to lure someone else in to get the book. Fay! They manipulated her with fear and hope—the promise that she could use the Sorcerer’s book when they were done to perfect her magic. So she did it, just like her daughter tried to take the wand in D1.

Merlin just lets Red and Chloe into school, partners them with their mothers “coincidentally” and sees the open window after the break in but doesn’t try to find out who else was able to escape.

He’s aware that Red and Chloe are time travelers and knows there’s a reason to change the timeline as they have. He knows what’s to come with Beast banning magic and shipping off the villains. He wants to change that story too and these girls are the catalysts. This change in history is going to open the doors for magic to be welcomed back to Auradon in the future as they return and have to fix what they’ve changed.

[strugglingsapphic]

Bridget and Red pulling up to the family day croquet game in shades and matching croquet outfits, flanked by 2 flamingos and some card knights ready as fuck to show Auradon how Wonderland plays fucking croquet (they absolutely crush it btw, cheering WAY too loud when they beat the charming family)

(Chloe is snapping pictures all day because regardless of the fact that she lost, she cannot believe how cute her gf and bridget are, and she's so proud of how far Red has come in healing and accepting this version of her mom)

[trashfr0g]

Have any headcanons about the Tourney team boys?

Herkie.

Aziz.

Ben.

Chad.

Jay.

Carlos.

Failed Tourney Team Member:

Bash.

I love talking about the lesser known characters.

YES I DO THANK YOU FOR ASKING I had a mini phase where I really wanted to see more of the tourney squad interactions - I even drew some comics!

Granted these are a BIT outdated (I have different number HCS for the boys too since I thought Carlos being 101 for the dalmatians was too cute!)

From left to right they're Herkie, Aziz, Jay, Chad, Ben, Taylor (son of Tarzan) on the floor, and Carlos waaaaay in the corner lol.

Now to get to the real meat! I'll keep it under the cut for dash clutter lol

First thangs first! The guy who made it into the pic despite not having speaking lines or book presence.

Taylor

- Son of Tarzan and Jane Porter, like I mentioned before, but he always introduces himself as the son of Jane (and grandson of Archimedes Q. Porter) because he genuinely believes that she's the famous parent. She's the one with a degree and book and college presentations after all! He gets seriously confused when people have no idea who he's talking about and laughs when they recognize Tarzan's name over hers. No matter how many times people tell him Tarzan's his actual famous parent he thinks it's a joke.

- He speaks the animal language, like his father. It gets him a few Disney Princess jokes from the rest of his teammates but it's all lighthearted! He's also really good at mimicking sounds like Tarzan. If Coach Jenkins ever loses his whistle he just has Taylor mimic the sound lol

- because he usually talks to animals he never realized that Dude started speaking English LMAO

- he has a sister named Janice who is EXTREMELY tech savvy and is basically the 'you don't UNDERSTAND ME' teen archetype who butts heads with her environmentalist hippie family. They both have 'K' as their middle name initial, Taylor's is for Kerchak and Janice's is for Kala.

- he won't put on a shirt unless absolutely necessary. He hates clothes in general but he keeps his pants on for everyone else's sake. His jersey number is 24 in reference to the original 24 books in Tarzan's series!

Herkie

- son of Hercules and Megara, of course. He's got the superstrength of his dad and the weak ankles of his mother 💔 his real name is Herakles, because that's less personally offensive to me and the nickname still works!

- he's not as witty as Megara but he has her sass in SPIRIT. He can pull a face and pose that conveys sarcasm better than any wisecrack could and it makes people remark that he's a lot like her, even though he doesn't have the vocab to back it up

- Phil is banned from Auradon Prep because of him. He would keep showing up at Herkie's games to heckle and ended up hurting a lot of fragile teen boy egos.

- he's got his own Pegasus named Peggy-Sue. Yes it's horrific, yes I think it's too descendants-core for me to change my mind about it. He and Aziz like to compete in flying races, horse vs carpet, and have exactly zero concepts of 'fear of heights' or 'motion sickness' between them.

- he and the rest of the Olympians figured out that Hades was Mal's father before she even knew he was her father. They just thought it was common knowledge, her outbursts and fake personas were too Hades-like for them NOT to connect the dots. Because of this personal villain connection he was one of the AKs that took a little longer to warm up to the VKs, but nobody else could figure out where his attitude was coming from lol

- his jersey number is 12, for the 12 Olympian gods and for the original Herakles' 12 tasks

Aziz

- son of JALADDIN *Lego spin* and one of the most easygoing guys on the team

- in my heart of hearts Jay ends up getting adopted by Jasmine and Aladdin so Aziz ends up as his adoptive brother

- Jordan is his absolute bestie and their ringtones for each other are Friend Like Me

- he LOVESSSSS stargazing! He's part of the astronomy club at AP but his favorite way to look at stars is to drag Carpet up as high as it'll go at night and just lay back in it. Herkie, as the only one with a height tolerance like his, likes to join him sometimes to see Hercules's constellation up close!

- he is EXTREMELY organized but not in, like, a purposeful way. Aladdin and Abu like to play little pranks on him and 'steal' his things without telling him (just to not lose their street rat edge) so he'd never know if he genuinely lost or forgot something or if his dad and monkey were messing with him. He now keeps a really detailed mental list of his stuff so if something's gone he knows they were behind it. This also meant that when Jay showed up at AP he was the first to notice that someone was snatching their things lol

- his jersey number is 40, for the 40 thieves

Tyrone

- son of Terpsichore from Hercules, the muse of dance! Like his mother and aunts he can travel through artwork, but usually stays away from it cuz he doesn't like the feeling of switching art styles lol

- he and Herkie are familiar with each other from growing up on Olympus together and also being the only dudes on the team to wear togas. It's STILL manly 💪😤

- in a meta sense, he's the one responsible for all the spontaneous dance numbers in Auradon working so well. His mom's the muse of dance so he always has the guys ready for when Ben wants to declare his love to random villain girls in song form after games

Li

- son of Chef Louis, and, since I hc him as being Best Bro from the School of Secrets web series, also Smee's great nephew! His mother is Smee's niece and she and Louis bonded over their sea-adjacent backgrounds. Mermaids stress them both out.

- He's always complaining that there's not enough Seafood in the cafeteria but Mrs. Potts won't hear it

- despite his parents' iffiness over sea creatures, he's good friends with Akio!

Akio

- son of Aquata, Ariel's nephew.

- too many of his cousins went to seaside academy so he decided to branch out! He always gets extra rough with training when he knows they're about to go up against the Mermen.

Emir

- son of Amal, Aladdin's ex-best friend from the Aladdin cartoon.

- After traveling the world on his journey of redemption, Amal settled near Auradon, so Emir has never been to Agrabah, much like Jay. He uses this as a point to relate to him when Jay admits knowing that it's where he's from, nationally, but not feeling particularly connected to it due to growing up on the Isle

- Emir and Aziz knew absolutely nothing about Aladdin and Amal's past but still ended up really close. It was due to their sons' closeness that Amal and Aladdin eventually discovered the connection and rekindled their friendship :)

William

- grandson of Wilhelmina Packard from Atlantis

- the other guys on the team try to bond with him but every second when he's off the field or out of class he's chatting loudly on the phone with his out-of-auradon buddies

- despite this, he's a really great team player and is super reliable! He does join their hangouts from time to time but is usually on the phone in the background yapping away (like his grandma lol)

Other Jersey number HCS

Jay - 03, for three genie wishes

Ben - 21, for the age his father was when the beast curse was lifted (/how old he would've been when the curse was sealed if Belle never showed up lol)

Chad - 00, midnight in military time but doubles as a laugh about his loserness

And that's all I got! The main guys are pretty fleshed out characters so I don't think they need my support haha. Thanks for the ask! This was really fun to do :D

[herstoryheaven]

Descendants Harry Hook x Reader: Scripted Romance, Unscripted Love

Request: Could you do one where the reader got casted as a new character in D2 and the reader is dating Harry on screen but ends up falling in love with Thomas behind screen idk just something behind the scenes with Harry.

Reader: Female

Word count: 2551

Average reading time: 9 min 20 sec

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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Y/N had always dreamed of being in a Disney movie, so when she got cast as a new character in Descendants 2, she was over the moon. Her character was part of Uma's pirate crew, and to her surprise, her character was dating Harry Hook, played by the charming Thomas Doherty.

From the very first day on set, Y/N felt an instant connection with Thomas. There was an undeniable spark, an energy between them that made every interaction feel like fireworks. But she pushed the thought aside, assuming it was all part of their roles. After all, they were professionals, and they were supposed to have chemistry on screen. 'He’s just being professional', she would remind herself whenever he flashed that dazzling smile her way, or when his touch lingered a little too long during a scene.

One of their first scenes together involved a heated argument between their characters. Harry was supposed to grab her wrist and pull her close, the tension thick between them. As they rehearsed, Thomas kept breaking character, laughing and teasing her whenever she tried to be serious. “C’mon, love, where’s that fire I know ye’ve got?” he’d say, his accent thick and teasing.

Y/N would roll her eyes, trying to ignore the way her heart raced whenever he called her "love". She forced herself to focus, channeling the anger her character was supposed to feel. But when they ran the scene for the cameras, and Thomas grabbed her wrist, pulling her close, the smirk on his face shifted into something deeper, something more intense.

“Look at ye, lass.” he murmured in his deep Scottish accent, his voice low and filled with something that felt all too real, “Stealin’ my heart both on and off the screen.” His eyes, a shade darker now, locked onto hers with an intensity that made her hold her breath.

Before she could respond, he lifted her hand to his lips, his gaze never leaving hers. The kiss was gentle, his lips warm against her skin, but it sent a jolt of electricity straight through her. It wasn’t part of the script, wasn’t something they had rehearsed, but it felt natural, as if this moment had been building between them all along.

Y/N's breath hitched, and for a moment, she forgot they were surrounded by cameras and crew members. The world seemed to shrink down to just the two of them, the heat of his gaze making her stomach flip. But then, the director called cut, and she forced herself to laugh it off as part of the act. Thomas, however, seemed to have other plans.

As filming continued, Y/N began to notice how Thomas was always around, even when he didn’t need to be. Between takes, he’d find reasons to talk to her, whether it was to joke about a scene or to compliment her on her performance. “You’re doing’ great, love.” he’d say with a wink, causing her heart to flutter every time.

Off-screen, Thomas’s attention only grew more intense. During lunch breaks, he would search for her in the crowd, always saving her a seat next to him. He’d share stories about his life in Scotland, asking her questions about her own life in a way that made her feel like she was the only person in the world. The way he listened to her, with genuine interest, made it harder and harder for her to dismiss her growing feelings.

Then there were the little gestures, things that could be easily overlooked as simple kindness but made Y/N’s heart race all the same. He started leaving little notes in her trailer, always signed with a playful heart or a cheeky "Yours, Harry." One day, after they had a particularly challenging scene, Y/N found a small bouquet of her favorite flowers waiting for her, with a note that read, “To brighten your day, love. – T.” 

On breaks, he’d bring her snacks, always making sure they were her favorites, like the time he surprised her with her favorite chocolate bar, claiming he “just happened to find it” even though she knew it wasn’t easy to come by on set. During late-night shoots, when the temperature would drop, Thomas would drape his jacket over her shoulders without a word, his hand lingering just a moment longer than necessary on her arm. Each touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she’d find herself wearing his jacket long after she no longer needed it, just to keep his warmth close.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of filming, the cast decided to relax by having a small gathering. Thomas found Y/N sitting alone, watching the stars from a quiet spot away from the others. Without asking, he sat down beside her, their shoulders brushing.

“Long day, huh?” he said, his voice soft as he looked up at the sky with her.

“Yeah, but I’m getting used to it,” she replied, smiling at the thought of how far she had come since the first day.

Thomas turned to her, his gaze soft but intent. “I’m glad you’re here, love. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up, and she looked away, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “Thanks, Thomas. That means a lot.”

The silence that followed was comfortable, but charged with something unspoken. She wanted to ask him if he meant more than just as co-stars, but the fear that it was all just him being friendly held her back. What if this was just his way of keeping things light on set? She was new, after all, and maybe this was just how he made everyone feel welcomed.

But then, there were those moments, moments that didn’t feel like they could be just for show. Like when they were filming a scene where Harry had to protect her character from a threat. The script only called for him to pull her behind him, but Thomas improvised, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her close. Even after the director yelled cut, Thomas didn’t let go right away, his hand lingering at her side as he looked down at her with something that felt far too real to be just acting.

As the weeks passed, Y/N found herself falling for him more and more, despite her best efforts to remain professional. The way he treated her, the way he made her laugh, the way he seemed to see right through her… it was all too much to ignore. But that little voice of doubt kept creeping in, telling her that she was just another co-star, that he didn’t see her the way she saw him.

One day, during a particularly emotional scene where Harry had to comfort her character after a fight, Thomas went off-script again. Instead of just saying his lines, he brushed a strand of hair out of her face, his thumb gently caressing her cheek as he whispered, “Ye deserve better, lass. I’d never let anyone hurt ye like that.”

The intensity in his eyes made it almost impossible for Y/N to stay in character. She felt tears welling up, not from the scene, but from the overwhelming emotions she was feeling in real life. When the director called cut, she quickly turned away, trying to compose herself. But Thomas followed her, his concern genuine as he asked, “You alright, love? Did I push too far?”

Y/N shook her head, forcing a smile. “No, it’s just… you’re really good at this, you know?”

Thomas smiled, but there was a hint of something more in his eyes. “So are you, Y/N. So are you.”

Despite all these moments, the fear that it was all just part of the job kept her from believing it could be anything more. What if he was just being nice? What if he didn’t really see her the way she saw him? But every time he looked at her, every time he called her "lass" or "love", that tiny spark of hope refused to die. Maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way.

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The last day of filming was bittersweet, and Y/N felt a deep, aching sadness settle in her chest as the reality of it all began to sink in. The entire cast had gathered for a wrap party, the air filled with laughter, music, and a sense of finality that she couldn’t quite shake. She tried to enjoy the night, but the thought that this might be the last time she’d see Thomas kept creeping into her mind. He’d return to his life, and she’d return to hers, and the thought of losing him, of losing the connection they had felt almost unbearable.

Thomas seemed unusually quiet as the night wore on, his eyes constantly following her across the room. He wasn’t his usual playful self, and it only made Y/N’s heart ache more. She kept trying to convince herself that this was just another chapter ending, but every time their eyes met, she felt something pull at her heart, begging her to reach out to him.

Needing a moment to clear her head, Y/N stepped outside to get some fresh air. The cool breeze was a welcome relief from the warmth of the party, but it did little to soothe the turmoil inside her. She wrapped her arms around herself, lost in thought, when she suddenly sensed someone nearby.

Looking up, she found Thomas waiting for her, leaning casually against the wall with that same boyish grin she’d come to adore. But there was something different about it tonight, something softer, more sincere.

“Y/N,” he called softly, his voice almost a whisper in the still night. “Come take a walk with me, love.”

She hesitated for only a moment before nodding, her heart pounding as she fell into step beside him. They wandered away from the party, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the empty studio lot. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken words, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel that something monumental was about to happen.

Thomas was quiet for a long time, his usual easy confidence replaced by a tension she had never seen in him before. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if steeling himself, and broke the silence.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something.” he began, his voice uncharacteristically nervous. He stopped walking, turning to face her, and Y/N’s heart raced as she saw the serious expression on his face.

“What is it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a mixture of hope and fear swirling in her chest.

Thomas took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup her cheek. His touch was warm, tender, and it made her heart skip a beat. His eyes searched hers, as if trying to find the right words, the right way to say what he had been holding back for so long.

“I’ve had a hard time keeping this to myself.” he finally said, his voice thick with emotion. “But… I’m not just acting when I look at you, love.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she processed his words, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. “What do you mean?” she managed to ask, her voice trembling with a mixture of hope and disbelief.

Thomas took another step closer, their bodies almost touching now, and the intensity in his gaze made her knees weak. “I mean that I’ve fallen for you, Y/N. Not just as Harry, but as me, Thomas. I care about you, more than I can explain. And I was wondering if maybe… you felt the same way?”

For a moment, Y/N was too stunned to speak. All this time, she had convinced herself that he only saw her as a co-star, a friend at best. But here he was, standing in front of her, confessing the very thing she had been too afraid to admit to herself. The realization hit her like a wave, washing away all the doubts and fears she had been holding onto.

“I… I do feel the same way.” she finally managed to say, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’ve liked you for so long, but I didn’t think you felt the same.”

Thomas’s face lit up with that familiar grin, but this time, there was a softness to it, a vulnerability that made her heart swell with affection. Without another word, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was as tender as it was passionate. 

The world seemed to disappear as Y/N melted into him, her hands finding their way to the back of his neck as she pulled him closer. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her as if he never wanted to let go. The kiss was everything she had imagined and more, filled with all the unspoken feelings they had both been holding back for so long. It was soft and sweet, but there was an intensity to it a deep, burning need that made her toes curl.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them breathless, Thomas rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed as if savoring the moment. His smile never faded, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile back, her heart overflowing with happiness.

“Guess we don’t have to pretend anymore, aye?” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of relief and joy.

Y/N laughed softly, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw as she looked up at him, her eyes shining with affection. “No, we don’t.”

Thomas leaned in to kiss her again, this time slower, savoring every second as if they had all the time in the world. Y/N felt like she was floating, her heart so full she thought it might burst. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now that it was real, it was even better than she could have ever imagined.

As they walked back to the party, hand in hand, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like she was living in a dream, one where the pirate with the hook had stolen her heart for good. The night air was cool around them, but she felt warm from head to toe, the warmth of his hand in hers grounding her in the reality of it all.

When they reached the door, Thomas paused, turning to face her once more. “Y/N, I meant every word I said. This isn’t just a set romance for me. I want to be with you off-screen, in the real world. Whatever that looks like, wherever it takes us, I want it to be with you.”

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes, and she nodded, her heart swelling with a love she could no longer deny. “I want that too, Thomas. More than anything.”

With one last lingering kiss, they rejoined the party, their hands still entwined, their hearts forever bound. And as they laughed and danced the night away with their friends, Y/N couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. This was just the beginning of their story, a story that was real, that was theirs. And as they looked into each other’s eyes, she knew that this was a love that would last far beyond the final cut.

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[piquochino]

Would you? Maybe

Chloe Charming 💙 x fem!reader

Here you go my loves, I hope you like it! If you do and want more let me know!

I'm also up for ideas 🙌🏻

Auradon. A seemingly perfect kingdom for anyone, anykind, some people described it as magical even, though there wasn't really anything magical about it, and all kinds of magic were long forgotten here, some forbidden.

A place where people aren't as kind as they are pictured to be, most of them even crueler than the worst villains. You would have thought differently.

Being sent here after told fairytales, you'd expect royals to be nice, welcoming. They might have been, although their children are the real pain in the ass.

You were wondering, why has your dad even sent you here?  It's not like you were needed in this world of mortals, well magical mortals.

Don't you think wrongly of course, you always wondered how it is here, and have always dreamt of living here, even just for a while.

It's just.

You'd never expect them to be mean to you purely out of spite? They whispered behind your back, they talked mean,  even laughed at you loudly, which was something not ordinary for you given in that you never once had done something bad.

You have been here for merely 2 months, it was quite a long time for one, but not so much for you, still yet getting used to the time going a bit faster here you haven't really exchanged a word with anyone other than the professors at the school and maybe 2 students.

Well, until now.

A girl with a big shiny sword hung close to her hip bumped right into you. being slightly taller than a normal sized teenager, for a god shrunken to this size, you stood still keeping your posture straight and your head high as taught to you by your dear mother. The girl wasn't so lucky, sat on the ground she groaned in pain.

"I am so so sorry!" You quickly yelled, trying to help the girl to stand, not really being aware of how loud you are. Yet another thing, to get a hold on, being different from your home grounds. "You're just so small and I-I just wasn't looking, and-"

"Hey, get off her! You prideful weirdo!" Another girl came running in, quickly fisting you away from the gorgeous blue haired girl that was just standing hazed 2 feet away.

You always admired her, her total bluntness and a kind hand, her swordsmanship. Welp, you were an observer if you couldn't yet decipher.

"Aye, I'm not prideful, why would you think that?" You shot back at the possessive girl, her gritted teeth told you she was certainly not the kind one.

"You have been nothing but walking around with your head stuck up, like you're all better than anyone here!" She shot fires up you "You're not by the way." glaring she spat out.

"Hey, Red calm down. It's nothin-"

"You better take your 'I'm a god, you better respect me before I make your life a misery' act out of here, before I make you a feast to the Jabberwocky! So much for being exactly like your father" Red, the truly rebellious princess of Wonderland, yelled cutting the other in process. Making a scene out in the gardens of the school.

Of course, you were not totally oblivious to your surroundings, you knew your royals, and your ways around the kingdoms, around Auradon especially. Actually ruling one of yours for quite a short time, you knew better than to get involved in silly high school fights. Being committed to get to know this world better.

You could take any kinds of insults, you really could, an insult she supposedly thought was very harsh. But you actually wanted to be exactly like your father.

Not so much a cocky god. You never thought of yourself as the goddess such great that everyone had to be bowing to you every second they see you.

You were a powerfull being, truly you knew how big of a power you posessed, but making others your play dolls was never in your intention, even when people higher above you insisted on you having maids and others sorta type

But you knew better than to make the girl regret her words, especially because you felt she knew she was wrong deeply in her heart, and also a bit broken. You walked past her, sparing her just a graceful smile and a kind eye.

Stoic you were indeed, no one would question, they just have been so distant as to not anger you? you suppose, you were confused as to why they feared you, not that you would actually do anything while going to school. You were just a kid after all

~•~

Later in the day, that you basically spent just sitting under a willow tree, contemplating of your life. Where you really that bad? Just a cocky god? A stuck up daddy's girl?

Of course you knew this stupid 'argument' if you could call it that, shouldn't vary of you thinking badly of yourself. You were someone after all. (Even though you didn't want to think like that, you had a life experience of being in the presence of literal gods with gods complex, however stupidly it may sound)

Your life-long session of rethinking your life was cut short, due to a loud thud of a sword crashing with the ground. The same gorgeous girl sat there beside you, scarring you in the process.

"Oh im sorry, I should've asked if I could sit-"

"No no, its okay, its not like I have someone to sit with me in the first place" you snorted placing your head ond your knees wrapped up in your hands "I could use some company, it gets so lonely here."

"I'm sorry, Y/n" the girl placed her hand on your shoulder, you jumped at the sudden touch, scared she quickly took it off. You frowned, missing her soft touch already. "for my friend.."

"It's okay, Chloe."

Yes, you knew her name.

How could you not? she was the captain of the Roar team, you grew to like the swording competitions here, lets say they were entertaining...not just for this one particular blue reason..

"She gets defensive quickly, and looses her temperament even quicker, and she's quite hard to maintain, she didn't meant those words I hope you know, you're like- wait" she stopped her rambling "you know my name?"

"I am a god darling, I know everything" You grinned as she looked away, blushing slightly "But so you know I don't use it to my own advantage, it's not like me to be this 'God' everyone thinks of" you shrugged, hiding deeper in your arms.

"You're actually so nice and wise and nothing alike these rumors, not like-" she began, probably wanting to ramble on again but you cut her off. Even though you would love to just listen to her talk for hours on and on.

"My family?"

"Yes" she took a soft breath in as you looked deeper into her soul.

The wind danced briefly around her curls of hair, brown with a mix of blue, she looked astonishing, Her lightly arched brows and deep dark brown eyes held feelings and thoughts you couldn't quite read.

And did you even want to? You could if you insisted on it,, but these were not your intentions for now. Not ever. You'd love to get to know her thoughts, coming only straight from her blabering cutely mouth.

Her soft, pink, plump lips, parted lightly as she exhaled the air, you admired her every feature.

The blue zip up blouse she wore slightly creasing as she sat in the same position as you, turning her head in the direction of the enchanted lake, Her gaze softening with every second she stared at the view before her, dazed, as almost always when she looked at something she really appreciated.

She looked beautiful. She was beautiful

But even those words were an insult in describing such a masterpiece.

She was a piece of art, a muse, the most precious and fragile exhibit in the museum. She was the moment you wanted to live in forever, take in, tresure. She was more than you'd anticipate heaven to be.

"Could you tell me about them? Y/n?"

The way your name rolled off her tounge so perfectly, so smoothly, almost like it was made for just her to say it.

It made you shiver, although you could not have felt the cold, you did feel the goosebumps on your skin. Nothing has ever made you feel like that. Ever.

"What would you like to know princess Charming?" She was a princess and she certainly was charming, creeping her way to your heart, digging a path through the maze of high walls you put up, just to tumble them down the second she looked into your eyes with that hazed expression. With a smile so bright not even the sun could compare. You could not look away, she trapped you into a trance, her orbs like a big rabbit hole dragging you deeper and deeper in.

"How are they like? Are they even a tiny bit like they are described as? Tyranical? Huge? Terrifying?" she took ahold of your leg, clearly needing some sort of physical touch, like she would die without it. Desperate,feeling like you would dissappear in a second, being just a mist, she had imagined you many times.

"They are not. Not much that I think of" You stated grazing her hand, she deeply inhaled at the sudden touch initiated by you, it hasn't gone unnoticed of course.

You took her ring off as you began playing with it. No protests coming from Chloe, as she just admired how swift you were with it, as swift as the queen of hearts with her deck of cards. She observed. "They are a bit fucked in the head, yes. I mean who would declare a war on their sibling?" You laughed, it was truly funny to you, considering it was not that serious as people might think it was "But, they are also just normal beings"

"My father, the one and only, Zeus, is the best father I could ask for, I might even go as far as to say he is a big plush toy, smiling from ear to ear, with a heart so red of love, a true bear" Chloe laughed loudly, showing her amazingly beautiful white teeth and creased eyes.

She was truly charming, living up to her name.

"Trust me, I know some of it" you both giggled, of course she was a daddys girl too.

"He was always so caring, he would spent every second of the day with me if he could, always showing me the best of both worlds, the mortal and the immortal" you stopped "From the begging he used to say I'm going to take his place at the olympus. He said he just knew i was the right one to carry his great legacy, that I had the power within me, uncomparable to his and those of his siblings" you stopped for a second, throwing a pebble in the water "My brother Hercules gave up on being a god for his love" you stopped again looking high in the sky "A ruler of Olympus could never be with a mortal, thus you have to marry a god, if you want to marry at all"

"But that would mean basically marrying your uncles or cousins, wouldn't it? why would anyone choose to marry their cousin?" Chloe looked confused, you just nodded and sighned.

"If you want to have children, you must marry. But I would nerver do that" you looked at her "I want to be the ruler, I have wanted that since I can recall" a tear fell down your face "But i also want to love"

It was only now she got the hand of your features, she alway admired you but not up this close.

You were truly a god, the soft but strong features confused her, you looked so dazzling at the same time looking like you'd tear her alive if she even was thinking of speaking a wrong word to you. Your eyes darted between the trees and the water of the enchanted lake, throwing pebbles with your hands once in a while. You spoke so smoothly, as opposed to how you carried yourself, your tone of voice was like a melody of million playing harps. Looking into the distance, telling her your life story of how you were the gold stained child, always cherished, always praised, but never too much. About how the gods were truly perfect, perfect parents, nothing alike these she was taught about at school all these years ago. She'd never even excpect some things that came out of your mouth would be the truest of truth a few months ago.

Although she alwas caught you cheering everyone on her tournaments. You never once turned down a sweet treat from Zellie, the sweetest student alive. You were always prepared in class. And you were the nicest person alive. All nothing like the gods described in textbooks.

"I have always wanted to fall in love. I suppose I'm sentenced on hundred years of being by myself" you spoke quietly as another tear fell down the same cheek.

Chloe turned to you, wiping the stain off your cheek, staring at your eyes. Her hand lingered in the same place as if it was glued, only her thumb moved ever so slightly, caressing your skin, almost like a ghost touch. Her little smile prominent. You got lost in her, a full force holding you down, not letting you move as much as an inch, fearing she would let go of you almost instantly. You exhaled sharply as her thumb grazed your lips.

"Would you give up on being a god if i told you I loved you?"

[remusfinglupin]

No because the Beast is the real villain of the Descendants franchise. You’re telling me he not only brought all of the dead villains back to life after they’d already been defeated, repeatedly putting all of Auradon at risk, but he also exiled them to an island to live in poverty, along with their innocent children? And he never thought that this might be inhumane, not to mention dangerous and a generally bad idea?? What’s he on????

[kanzakurawrites]

I'm thinking about D2 Ben and his stress levels as I occasionally do, and have come to four different conclusions:

Option 1: Ben wasn't prepared to be High King. Sure, he took extra classes and had some "king" lessons, but Beast didn't truly prepare him to be High King of Auradon, or for the press. Isle of the Lost adds to this a little with the side-kick meetings, and the first scene with Ben and Mal in D2 suggests that Ben doesn't understand boundaries with media. (I don't know how else to word that, but what happened with Mal and those "reporters" was disgusting.) Maybe this was intentional (I've seen a theory around of Beast being forced to step down, so he could have underprepared Ben to spite the Auradon Royal Class), or it could have been unintentional, but was still the ultimate case.

Option 2: Auradon was a political mess. Whether his parents just weren't doing a good job (I 100% believe that there had to be some political unrest, and tense relations, because there's no way most of the Princesses would be okay with the Isle), or it was a combination of Ben taking over, the VKs coming to Auradon, and the response to Mal being his girlfriend. All of which could explain his stress levels and packed schedule. (And to add to all of that, making Mal his Lady would put even more on his plate, especially if there was negative backlash.)

Option 3: A group of influential people (perhaps people like Leah, Chi-Fu, Duke Weaselton, etc.) trying to make Ben as busy as possible so he ignores the Isle. The most outrages and unlikely of the three, but fun nonetheless.

Option 4: A mix of options 1 & 2.

[kneesheee]

when descendants fanfic writers remember the main characters’ family members >>>>>

Hadie - Mal’s half brother

Uma has sisters; unknown how many

Jade - Jay’s cousin

Diego - Carlos’ cousin

(Ivy - Carlos’ cousin from 101 Dalmatians: The Series.)

Anthony Tremaine - Dizzy’s cousin, Chad and Chloe’s stepcousin

The Evil Stepgranddaughters - Dizzy’s sisters

Gaston Jr, Gaston 3rd - Gil’s brothers

Harriet, CJ - Harry’s sisters

Ariana Rose - Audrey’s cousin

Derek - Doug’s brother

Gus, Hapson, Cheerful, Shy, Doc Jr, Bashful Jr, Crabby, Gordon, Sleepy Jr, Snoozy - Doug’s cousins

[dommnics]

Finally, here’s the last villain kid of my Descendants redesigns, Jay! For his character, I imagined that Jafar implemented rougher parenting than Queen Grimhilde or Cruella, and subjected Jay to living the life of a street rat to toughen him up (I love the live action take on Jafar where he’s a social climber and started off like Aladdin as a street rat and a thief), give him the natural tools to fend for himself, and scrapping with brutes on the daily. I liked the idea that that would be where he naturally gets his athleticism and good instincts in his physicality. Any gold items and trinkets on his person are things he’s swiped from others, and unlike Carlos, because Jafar is exiled from the palace and without his genie magic, Jay hasn’t inherited any fineries for his wardrobe.

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[moreespressoformydepresso]

Just had a thought:

So the Isle of the Lost gets everything from Auradon right? And all of it is leftovers. Worn down and second hand at best. So their clothing would all be last season at the newest... And all of them wear leather primarily... Like- almost exclusively leather...

Did... Did Auradon go through an edgy leather phase???

[aksandvks]

Do you think that one of the stories that Cruella told Carlos about Dogs being evil included how a pack of Dalmatians once pushed her mother over a cliff?

[cleverqueencommander]

I found this on Descendants subreddit:

What are your thoughts on this post?