Prince of the Isle
So, I don't own Descendants...Damn.
Summary: Seventeen years ago, Auradon suffered a heartbreaking event; the kidnapping of King Beast and Queen Belle's eldest son, Prince Adrien. Given to the Mistress of Evil and God of the Dead, he's renamed Hadrian and grew up believing that he was their son. When he, his "sister" and her gang of delinquents are chosen to come to Auradon, will he discover his past and align with his blood? Or will he join the only family he's ever known?
Note: In this story, Mal's father is Hades. I haven't read the books related to Descendants but I'm aware that it's mentioned that Mal's father was human.
It's only been three years since the purging of all villains from the land of Auradon. Three years since Auradon was formed, with King Adam, or Beast as people preferred to call him and Queen Belle at the helm of the new land that combined every known kingdom together.
Queen Belle, with her chestnut brown hair flowing behind her back, held the future of her kingdom in her arms. She looks down at the newborn baby boy in her arms. His dark hair was hidden behind a blue knitted baby cap. She smiled at the yellow stitching that held the cap together. He was snuggly swaddled in a matching baby blanket.
She only looked away when her husband came over, smiling brightly despite feeling tired from the long birth.
"Our stubborn little one," Beast says as he admired the newborn. "What are we going to name him?"
Belle looks at the baby in her arms and smiled, "how about Adrien?"
"Adrien," Beast says, grinning. He kissed his wife's cheek. "A perfect name for our little prince."
A perfect name indeed, but not the one that the young prince would come to know. In the late hours of the night, after everyone in the castle of the Beast and his Beauty went to bed, a thief in the night found his a way into the nursery of Prince Adrien.
The thief was a man who was mere hours away from being among the last to be sent into Auardon's prison island. He made his last claim for glory amongst his fellow thieves, and hastily grabbed the newborn prince out of his golden cradle.
The boy didn't make a sound, to the relief of the thief. No sounds were made as the guilty man made his way out of the castle, and by dawn out of the land of heroes.
No one would know about the kidnapping until it was too late. By the times the bells rang and search parties formed, Prince Adrien of Auradon, son of Beauty and the Beast, had become Hadrian, the son of the Mistress of Evil and God of the Dead.
Seventeen Years Later
The Isle of the Lost. The only home Hadrian's ever known. He knows every street, every shop, and every house, mostly because he's either crashed there for the night or stole from it. Dingy and dark, it was where the son of Maleficent and Hades felt most safe. Ironic all things considered, but it was home.
He rarely was ever in his own home. Not since Maleficient told him to never come back after he came home with streaks of fire blue in his dark hair. It made the teenager chuckle every time he thought about his mother and her absolute hatred of his father, whom he hadn't seen since he was a small child. He knows that his mother banished him, but to where he did not know. Hadrian never asked though, bad things always happened to him whenever he questioned his mother on the whereabouts of his father. A pity too, considering Hades was more of the stable parent. At least, he never threw Hadrian into the cells of Maleficent's dark and shambled castle. He remembered receiving beatings from his father, but he always snuck the boy out of his home afterward and took him to his shop, which now was managed by Pain and Panic. They took him on as a cook a few years ago after discovering the boy knew how to properly cook a majority of Hades' dishes.
He did still often see his younger sister though. Mal was the only person the 17-year-old could stand to be around for more than an hour a day. He wasn't too fond of his sister's friends though. They were too concerned with their parent's issues for Hadrian's liking. Jay stealing for his old man's shop, Evie too worked up in her makeup and finding some prince for her and her mother to mooch off of and Carlos for being his mother's personal servant and his irrational fear of dogs. He lived on an island with a bunch of villains and the thing that scared him the most was something he'd never even seen? How ironic.
His sister's friends did have their moments, though. They were always there for his sister, no matter what and that was rare on the Isle. You can trust no one, not even your own blood.
And yet, here he was on his way to his mother's wretched home. His eyes lowered in suspicion as he noticed a man in clothing that didn't appear to be patched together. He was leaning against the longest-looking car Hadrian had ever seen.
The man caught the teenagers stare and glared.
Hadrian looked away and saw his mother on top of her balcony. He saw the power-hungry look on her face as she motioned for him to come inside.
Frowning, the teenager could only obey. He knew better than to disobey his mother. Entering the castle, he made his way into what was considered the living room, but Hadrian believed it was once a small kitchen due to the refrigerator. Then again, his mother could have just moved it into the room, considering she used it as a safe for her things.
"Awe, my handsome boy!" Hadrian's mother said, actually sounding like she meant it. Hadrian looked at his mother in disbelief as the woman cupped his cheeks with her hands. "Pack your things, dear. You're going to Auradon."
"What?"
Maleficent gave her son a pointed look and removed her hands from his face. "Auradon, Hadrian. You, your sister and her little friends have been chosen by Auradon's heir, Beauty and Beast's precious little prince, Benjamin, to come and join his silly little band of goody-two-shoes."
Hadrian scowled as he looked at the other villains in the room. The Evil Queen and her daughter, Evie, who was busy...powdering her face? Cruella de Vil and her son, Carlos, who looked like he was about to jump out of a window, not that Hadrian blamed him. Jafar and his son, Jay, who merely nodded at his competition in thievery. Hadrian nodded back before looking at his sister, Mal, who stood near the balcony. She only stared at her brother with her arms crossed, looking angry. She lost another staring contest, Hadrian guessed before looking back at his mother.
"What do I get out of this?" He demanded.
Maleficent grinned and wrapped her arm around the thin, but lean boy's shoulders. "Hers-and-his crowns, a kingdom of your choice," her grin slightly fell, but she still looked determined. "How about Mount Olympus? Make your father proud by having the Gods fall at your feet?"
Hadrian frowned. It was tempting, but could he trust his mother? She must have seen the hesitation on his face because suddenly he was holding his stinging, red cheek. He could taste the blood from his split lip. His mother grabbed him by the shirt and forced him to look at her.
"If you don't do this, Hadrian," she hissed. "I'll make you wish you were never born."
"Too late for that," Hadrian thought but nodded mutely. He rubbed his hand against his cheek and lip before spitting out the blood.
Maleficent grinned and ruffled his hair as though he was a damn dog. "Good boy."
The long car was full of things Hadrian had never seen before.
"This taste like peanuts," Hadrian heard the de Vil boy say.
Hadrian frowned and grabbed one of the tiny packages that were in a bowl. It had a dark package, with a strip of red on it. It said "Dark Chocolate" on it.
Opening the little package, it held four small blocks of what appeared to be "dark chocolate." He broke off one and threw it in his mouth. The taste was foreign to Hadrian, but he liked it. It tasted sweet, but an odd sort of sweet that it was almost bitter. His kind of flavor.
He quickly ate the rest of the little blocks and tore through the bowl, fishing out other packages with the same colors and words. He stuffed as many as he could inside his pockets.
Mal's eyes were raised at her brother's actions. "Skip breakfast?"
"What do you think?" Hadrian retorted as he ate another block of dark chocolate.
"Look!" Hadrian heard Evie suddenly all but scream out. Hadrian looked up and saw that they were heading towards the gates, which didn't have a bridge for them to cross over.
Hadrian did nothing while everyone else screamed. If he was going to die, at least it was outside of the Isle.
This would not come to pass, though, for a golden bridge magically conjured itself up at the right moment and safely led them all into the kingdom of heroes. Just his luck.
Hadrian kept his eyes focused on everything outside of his window. There was so much green, and it didn't look like garbage. The trees were thick and full of bright green leaves, and there were strange looking plants everywhere. The roads weren't made up of bricks and people actually had smiles on their face as they walked along the streets of Auradon. At least, until they saw him, his sister and her friends.
It didn't take long for the long car to stop in front of a massive castle. He could hear people cheering and...and was that music he heard?
"You've got to be kidding me," Hadrian said when the car stopped. He didn't get out of the car until after Mal and her friends did. It was kind of difficult considering Jay and Carlos were wrestling in front of the entrance.
"Welcome to Auradon Prep!" Hadrian heard as he exited the vehicle. "I'm Fairy Godmother, the Headmistress."
"The Fairy Godmother?" Hadrian heard come out of his sister's mouth. "As in bippity-boppity-boo?"
"Bippity-boppity-you know it!"
Hadrian tuned out as his sister started talking about the magic wand their mother wanted them to steal, the only reason they were in Auradon after all. He saw the two teenagers behind the Fairy Godmother. One was a boy with light brown hair and next to him was a girl with the fakest smile Hadrian had ever seen.
"-I'm Ben," Hadrian heard as the Auradon boy stepped forward.
"Prince Benjamin," the girl next to him clarified. Gods, even her voice sounded so...ugh.
Hadrian watched as Evie attempted to charm Ben, before being shot down by the Auradon girl.
"This is Audrey," Ben cut in after the girl all but crushed the blue-haired girls dreams.
"Princess Audrey, his girlfriend," the girl revealed as she took Ben's hand.
Hadrian tuned out until he saw the Prince walking towards him. He was an inch shorter than Hadrian and had was giving some sort of nervous speech about their people coming together. He scowled and refused to take the Prince's outstretched hand. Ben awkwardly put it down and went back towards his sister.
"Or the day that you show five peoples where the bathrooms are," Mal said, causing Hadrian to smirk.
"A little bit over the top?"
"A little bit."
"Well, so much for my first impression," the Prince said, though he laughed.
"Hey, Prince Beast," Hadrian sneered as he glared at the boy. "Step away from my sister."
Ben's smile awkwardly dropped as he stepped away. Mal glared at her brother as they started to walk towards the school. Hadrian merely shrugged and diverted his eyes towards the huge castle that served as a school for the children of royalty and heroes. How would a couple of villains kids fit in here? How would they get the wand if Fairy Godmother didn't keep it on her anymore?
Gods, Hadrian should have just disobeyed and stayed on the Isle. It was much simpler there. It was home, after all.
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