Okay, so I'll admit it... I loved Descendants, and I love the idea of writing a sequel-type story for the movie. So here it is! There will be plenty of original villain OCs and hero OCs sure to come, but I hope that you enjoy them all. They are all adorable babies, albeit some of them are evil ones... But you will just have to wait and see who is who. Anyway, feel free to review and give me your suggestions for things that you would like to see happen.

Enjoy! xoxo

"I think we should bring in more villains."

Out of all of the crazy things that Prince Ben's parents had heard him say in their lifetime, this was definitely the newest example, and definitely the most unwelcome. Both reacted in a negative way, although his father visibly became livid at the thought of bringing in more hoodlums. His face grew red, and he threw his hand onto the desk in front of him. A taught feeling entered his shoulders.

"Are you insane?" came his father's immediate reply, and he stared heatedly up at his only son, "Are you even listening to yourself, Ben? Why would we do that when we had so much trouble last time-?"

"Adam," Ben's mother sternly whispered, as she gave her husband a pointed look. Her gaze then moved towards Mal, and she stared kindly at the girl who stood silently behind Ben in support of her boyfriend, "There are others present. Control your temper."

Ben took that as a que to continue. Breathing in, the man put on his upmost earnest expression. He gazed pleadingly at his father.

"I know how you feel about the subject, but if you would just please hear me out dad, then I will never ask you about this again. We know how the four villains started out. They were cold and distant. Some of them were even vain and stole from others. But then they changed for the better. Which is why I beg of you, please let us help the other villains. I know that it is possible, and I am one hundred percent positive that we can help them. They need guidance. There are so many out on the Isle of the Lost that have the heart to do good. You know it; I know it. They just do not live in the right circumstances to fully understand how to be good, but I think that we can teach them. Not to mention that we have four fully capable ex-villains, who are more than willing to lend their services to our rehabilitation program. Surely with their assistance, we can-"

At their mention, King Beast could feel his form shaking, and he immediately silenced his child with a firm hand. He expertly shot down his son's absurd request, "No, and my decision is final. Sure son, we managed to rehabilitate the last four, but what about the next ones? What about them? I am sorry, but villains are just too much of a wild card to even fool with nowadays. They do not care, and they can be ruthless. I am sorry, but it is too dangerous to try again, Ben. We do not need the force-field breaking down a second time."

"But that was not even their fault!" Ben cried desperately, "It was the Fairy Godmother's kid who cracked the spell on the island, not Mal or the others! They four of them weren't even after the wand at that point. All of them had decided to become good! Honestly, how in the heck were they supposed to know that their Mama Lizard would come in and shoot up the place with her powers?"

Ben felt his heart pounding within his chest, as King Beast crossed his arms and grunted authoritively, "This is not a discussion anymore, Ben. This is a decision, and I say no. Either way, no matter how good these kids are, there will never be any more villains in this school. Once was enough, but never again. Now get out."

Ben tried, "Yeah, but dad-"

"I said get out!" his dad roared, banging his fist hard onto his desk. He paused visibly when his wife placed a harsh hand over his shoulder and squeezed on it tightly.

"Adam!" she scolded, as Ben gave his father a shameful look. The pair watched dubiously, as their upset son turned to stomp angrily out of the King's office. He huffed angrily.

Ben forced down the urge to sob. His heart broke at the thought of all of those poor souls still being stranded on the island; so young and born into such an unfortunate life. He could only hope that his parents felt proud of themselves for their blinded opinions.

As their son stepped outside the door, Mal mentally jumped, but turned to walk mutedly towards the door. However, she stopped in the doorway and placed a hand on the wall beside herself, before turning to gaze sadly back at the King and Queen. Her eyes crinkled with unshed tears, as they eyed her with a stunned scrutiny. She muttered melancholically through the long violet bangs, which hung prettily across her face.

"For what it's worth," her form mildly shook as she spoke, "I think your son has a great idea."

Letting go of the wall that she had been using as a line of support, Mal abandoned the two royals in their joint silence. She instantly ran into Ben's side and put her arms around him, holding her face weakly into the crook of his elbow, as the pair walked down the suddenly very offending hallway. She could not look at it. The girl wept quietly, as she found a slight comfort in his warmth. The subject of the whole exchange had hurt her far more than his parents could ever realize.

With each step, Ben whispered softly into her ear and tightened his hold, fighting off the weight of his own tears. Crying was certainly not a princely thing to do, the man reasoned, although it was his pride that made him unwilling to shed his feelings. The man reached up to gently place a few strands behind her ear and caressed her head tenderly against his chest. He sighed dejectedly into his girlfriend's embrace. Apparently their mission would be much harder than the two lovers had originally thought.

Unknown to them, the two royals had been especially affected by Mal's emotional statement. They had witnessed the trembling in her shoulders and seen the utter disgrace in her eyes. How her emerald orbs had pierced their hearts; it shook them to the core and made King Beast swallow. The older monarch suddenly felt incredibly guilty for his incredibly selfish ruling. Everyone deserved a chance. These kids deserved a chance.

Queen Belle rubbed a gentle circle into her husband's shoulder, but paused to stare worriedly down at the floor beneath her. She was startled when her King placed a large hand over her own. He softly squeezed it.

"Perhaps," he eventually mumbled gruffly, "Perhaps I was too hard on them."

Belle stood there in an agreeable silence.

Her husband slowly continued, "Maybe I am wrong, or maybe I am right… The verdict is that if we never try, then we will never know."

After a lengthy moment of silence, Beast looked over his shoulder to give his wife a conflicted stare. His dark eyes turned troubled. The man finally admitted, "I am not sure if it is for the best, but… I think I know what I want to do now, Belle."

His wife felt the very corners of her mouth lift up into a tiny, proud smile. Still, she held back her sudden enthusiasm, and opted to slyly ask him, "Oh, really now? You? Being decisive?"

Belle's husband cracked a thin grin, but it quickly turned into a grim line. His eyes rapidly became nervous.

"I know," he chuckled humorlessly, "Now then. Please call up the high school on the island, and have a new plan arranged for the arrival of more transfer students to Auradon."

He suddenly paused in thought, "Oh, and make Fairy Godmother aware of these changes."

The Queen beamed and bent down to place a loving kiss on her husband's cheek. She placed her head of short brown hair gently atop his own and rested her front against his back. A content sigh escaped her.

"Now that's my beautiful beast."