So, Descendants recently premiered in the UK, and I became obsessed with it. So, like a lot of my obsessions, I decided to write a fanfiction about it. Enjoy :)
Also, I'm not sure how to put links on my profile and all that crap, so I'll try and describe the outfits I use,, and then if you want you can go to my polyvore (username: youre-never-too-old-for-disney) and you can see the outfit for yourself. Anyway, I own nothing except my OC and like I said: enjoy!
"Sleeve... Head..." The seamstress told Ben as he measured his head and body for his crown and outfit, for his coronation next month. I sat on a chair a few meters away, messing around on my phone. Why am I sat here watching my older brother get measured, you ask? Well, it's because I'm waiting for our parents, as me and Ben have a big announcement.
"How is it possible that you're gonna be crowned king this month? You're only a baby!" My father's voice made me look up and see him and Mom walk in.
"He's turning sixteen, dear." Mom said.
"Hey, Pops." Ben greeted.
"Sixteen! That's far too young to be king! Next thing you know, Becca will be getting married!"
"I'm only fifteen, Dad." I reminded him.
"I still can't believe that you're gonna be king! I didn't make a good decision until I was at least forty-two!" He continued.
"Uh, you decided to marry me when you were twenty-eight." Mom said. Ooh, wrong choice of words, Dad.
"Well, it was either you or a teapot." Dad joked. Ben chuckled. "Kidding." Dad quickly reassured Mom when he saw her face.
"Mom, Dad," Ben started, stepping forward only to have the seamstress scold him. "I've chosen my first official proclamation." He stated, making both of their faces light up in interest, "I've decided that the children of the Isle of the Lost be given a chance to live here in Auradon." Mom and Dad's faces dropped in horror, just like I thought they would. "Every time I look out to the island, I feel like they've been abandoned." Ben explained.
"The children of our sworn enemies, living among us?" Dad spoke up.
"Only a few at first, only the ones who need our help the most." Ben said, and that was when I walked over and stood next to my brother.
"We've already chosen them." I said.
"You're in on this?" Dad asked, shocked.
"It was her idea." Ben said.
"Our idea." I corrected him, causing him to smile at me. Dad seemed to be getting more upset by the second, and started walking towards us, only to have Mom pull him back.
"I gave you a second chance." She pointed out, before looking as us, "Who are their parents?"
"Cruella De Vil." I started.
"Jarfar." Ben continued.
"The Evil Queen." Me and Ben exchanged a look, before he said the last name.
"And Maleficent."
"Maleficent?" Dad yelled, making me jump slightly, "She's the worst villain in the land!"
"Dad, just hear me out." Ben tried.
"I won't hear of it! They are guilty of unspeakable crimes!"
"But Dad, their children are innocent!" I protested, "Don't you think they deserve a chance at a normal life?"
"Dad." Ben practically begged. He looked at Mom, who gave a slight nod, then back at us, who gave him pleading eyes.
"I supposed that their children are innocent." He admitted, before he turned and began to leave.
"Well, well done." Mom smiled, straightening Ben's tie before following Dad out. I then turned to Ben.
"He took it better than I expected. Well... eventually he did." I said. Ben nodded, as we both looked at the window, to the grungy island in the distance. This was going to be a challenge, but a good one. I couldn't wait.