Now, I don't know if someone else has done this story idea but I put a lot of work into it so hopefully no one did. If someone has though can someone please tell me?
Some personalities were changed for the sake of the story. Like Guy's and Bongo's. I made up the three other villain parents. I was going to use the Lich but he's a little too evil. And creepy.
This story is a bit more violent than the actual movie Descendants.
I know the Beast's name isn't John, but the Beast isn't really The Beast in this. And Belle and John are completely made up characters.
I do not own Descendants or Adventure Time
Once upon a time, long, long ago-well, more like twenty years ago, Belle married John in front of 6,000 of their closest personal friends. Big cake. Yeah, so instead of a honey moon, John united all the kingdoms together and got himself elected King of Ooo. He rounded up all the villains and sidekicks-basically all the really interesting people-and he booted them off to the Nightos Land with a magical barrier to keep them there. This is my home. No magic, no Wi-Fi, no way out. Or so we thought. Hang on! You're about to meet us, but first, this happened.
Bonnibel was in the royal dressing room being tailored in her puffy pink dress while she stood on a tall wide royal blue stool.
"Arm up, hold still." The tailor said shifting and measuring the dress.
"How is it possible that my little girl is going to be crowned Queen, you're just a baby."
She turned to see her parents King John and Queen Belle walking toward her hand-in-hand. Her mother holding a little blue satchel purse in her other hand.
"She's sixteen." Said Belle, giving the King a reassuring look.
"Father?-" she started.
"Sixteen! That's far too young to be crowned Queen. I didn't make a good decision until I was at least forty-two." He said pulling at his jacket arrogantly.
"Uh, you decided to marry me at twenty-eight." said Belle, looking up at him with a stern face.
"Well, it was either you or the cinnamon bun." Bonnibel giggled.
Belle sent her accusing gaze at her daughter.
"Kidding." Her dad added quickly.
There was silence. After a second or two Bonnibel decided to fill it and tell them what she had been thinking about for a while now.
"Mom, Dad-" she began to walk forward but was stopped at the hem of her dress by the tailor.
"Ah, mm-mm." said the tailor, shaking his head at her, telling her not to move.
"I've chosen my first official proclamation." Her parents looked at each other, they gave each other a proud but a little unsure and nervous look.
"I've decided that the children on the Nightos Land be given a chance to live here in Ooo."
Her mother gasped, her satchel slipping out of her tight, nervous grip and falling to the floor with a thud. Both her parents were stunned into silence.
"Every time I look out to the island I feel like they've been abandoned." She said stepping down from the wide stool.
"The children of our sworn enemies? Living among us?" her father asked slowly, taking a step forward.
"We'd start out with a few, at first. Only ones who need our help most." Her mother nodded, still in shock.
"I've already chosen them." She said smiling brightly, looking at her mother, trying to ignore the dark look her father was giving her.
"Have you?" the king said, stepping closer to her.
Belle put a hand in his arm.
"I gave you a second chance." He calmed down and backed away.
Her mother looked back to her. "Who are their parents?"
"Vella Dion, Robert Bandit, Tula Roots," she said, her gaze consistently switching from her mother's to her father's face.
"And Hunson Abadeer-" The tailor who had been quietly sitting behind her gasped.
"Hunson Abadeer, the Demon King?! He is the worst villain in the land!" yelled her father, his face scrunched in anger.
"Dad, hear me out here."
"I won't hear of it." He said, his voice booming.
The tailor quickly bowed and speed walked out the large doors that were being guarded by the royal banana guards. The guards bowed and walked out the room shutting the doors behind them.
"They are guilty of unspeakable crimes!" He yelled throwing his hand out and pointing in the general direction of the island.
"Dad, they're children are innocent. Don't you think they deserve a shot at a normal life?" she argued her voice raising a bit.
"Dad…" her voice trailed off, waiting for him to answer.
He looked to his wife. She looked at him expectedly, also waiting for an answer. Then he looked into his daughter's eyes. She looked at him with hope.
He sighed. "I suppose the children are innocent." He turned from his daughter and walked farther away from her, contemplating the idea of his enemy's child being brought to his home.
Belle walked over to her daughter. She smiled at Bonnibel and shifted the purple collar on her pink dress so that it was perfectly straight.
Belle smiled bright at her little girl who was now all grown up. This was the same smile she had when she witnessed Bonnibel's first steps. "Well done." She said before she turned around and walked over to her husband.
"Shall we?" she asked taking his arm and walking out the other opened doors that had bright light pouring into the room.
Bonnibel looked out the window. She walked over to it, looking at the island that no one from where she came from even liked to mention.
She looked down at the gold ring her mother gave her.
She really thought that this might go smoothly. Or at least she hoped.
She looked back out to the island.
She was in for a very rude awakening.
Please review. And please be honest but not harsh. And if anyone sees a spelling error please tell me.