Kiss; Princess Eleonora White

Love's First Kiss. Everyone in the kingdom worshiped that simple phrase. That was the cure to the Sleeping Death, the spell her mother placed Queen Snow White under. Without that cure, she wouldn't have been saved. The kingdom could get a bit overzealous with it at times, Evie admitted.

Every year, during winter, the kingdom would seemingly 'die'. Stores only opened for an hour or two, schooling was cancelled, and everyone stayed inside and slept as much as possible. The animals didn't even make noise. During that time, Evie and Snowdrop did their part, wearing ghostly white and stayed in bed for months, letting nature waste them away.

When spring came, everything melted and returned to life. Lovers reconciled and kissed, flowers burst open and showered everyone, animals chatted and bounced from house to house, shops were filled with fat fruits and fragrant flowers, and the streets filled with singing and pastel clothing as everyone gathered to praise the King and Queen. Evie and Snowdrop came back to life, color in their cheeks as they wore bright colors and waved from the balcony, smiling at their subjects. The ceremony was seen as odd by the other kingdoms, who shut down the entire country after all, but it made sense to them. Their queen was brought back to life with love, uncommon, no matter what the books would have you believe.

In such an environment, is it really any wonder Evie was pressed to find a prince? True, her mother said a good ruler needed a handsome prince by her side, but Evie was curious about the fact even in spite of that. She just didn't have the chance to because…she was the daughter of the Evil Queen. Even though she lived in the unified kingdom of Snow White and her king, folks weren't too kind to the offspring of the woman who tried to end their kind rulers. Evie traveled frequently with her little basket and gowns modeled after Snow White's, even with the little split-sleeves, and she'd be stared at. Even her nickname, Evie, came from the citizens calling her that after her mother. It sounded nothing like her actual name. When she did get involved with boys, they tended to be troublemakers themselves, handsy and quick to drop her.

Evie wanted more. She wanted a prince. She wanted to see her friends whom she kept writing to. She wanted to do makeup and sew whenever she pleased. She wanted to hang out with Snowdrop, her niece and stepcousin, without people in the streets staring and jeering, trying to pull Snowdrop away and crying she was brainwashed by black magic. She wanted to get away from all that and truly find herself.

Was Auradon Prep really the place for all that?

Only one way to find out, she supposed.

Choices; Lord Anthony Tremaine and Lady Dizzy Tremaine

Everyone had the choice to be who they wanted to be. Everyone could choose to be someone different, someone better. The story of Anastasia was used as proof that a villain could reform and be better and ultimately be loved for it, despite a few opposers.

Anthony and Dizzy grew up hearing that story for ages, told they could be better people.

Dizzy loved that story. Even though she was from the stepsister who didn't reform, she didn't let that stop her. She loved paint, and at Auradon Prep, discovered a new love of fashion. Color was her livelihood, always wearing old clothing so hers wouldn't get stained from paint. She brought cheer and color to everything and everyone she saw, loving life and having fun. She was the complete opposite of her family and she enjoyed it. She didn't even really mind much when Chad made her clean, it just meant she could make messes later!

Anthony hated that story. His mother was soft and deserved her revenge on her stepsister. She almost had it, could've married the prince, had she not suddenly developed a good heart. Now, he was stuck entertaining Chad who had a stick up his behind and didn't even consider Anthony might be good. Well, he wasn't, but that wasn't the point. He resented being treated as a servant and the good cheer Dizzy seemed to have all of the time. Upon hearing he could strike back at the school and take back his name and what he was owed, he joined immediately.

Both of them made their choices.

Strangers; Lady Malevolent Bertha

Audrey was a stranger to her. Mal didn't want to admit it, considering she was no fan of Audrey, but she had to at least think it in her head. The two used to be close, briefly, before society drove a wedge between them. Audrey was a blessed daughter, Mal was the daughter of the woman who cursed their beloved queen, and they'd never forget it. Mal grew up in the shadows, alone, staring at everyone, dressing in dark robes and never taken seriously. Audrey started to believe the things their people said, her parents not around enough to dissuade herself, and soon the two had been rivals longer than they had been friends.

Mal had no real friends she felt close to. Her kingdom was terrified of her and her magic, afraid of her shapeshifting abilities and the fact she could curse. Every misfortune was blamed on her. Cows suddenly keel over in the field? Mal tormented them. Bad harvest, leading to a hungry winter? Mal destroyed them. Gloomy weather of rain and hail? Mal summoned them. Audrey was obviously no help, and while she sent letters to a few like-minded individuals, overall she had nobody. Well, Lady Mother seemed to like her, but Mal didn't really like her. That 'like' was more of a front, hiding the fact she wanted to train her in magic but was unable to for a multitude of reasons. She wanted to make her proud, but still couldn't stand that woman. Queen Aurora was as much of a shadow as Mal was, and King Phillip was…well, he talked to her for one, that was progress.

Then, the invitation to Auradon Prep. Her whole world was upside-down. An invitation for her, even though she was a Villain Kid? At such an elite school? Was it a joke?

Still, she'd go, if only to put her mother's plan into action. After all, who would talk to her there? She'd be just as lonely as she was in her kingdom.

Color; Carlos de Vil

Black, red, white. But never too much red, otherwise it'll wash you out. Instead, only splashes of it here and there to offset the black and white. Black and white were most important, they went with everything.

Carlos remembered it all, then pushed it aside for technological stuff. He loved tinkering, making things with his hands, especially from discarded bits and pieces. That's where his half-brothers came in, always ready to get him whatever he needed. Thanks to his upbringing, his eyes always went to their clothing first, and how they both wore dark brown and grey for everything, from their long coats to their work boots. They were nondescript, perfect for henchmen, or other sorts who would just blend into the background. He liked them, but they weren't the best for stimulating conversations. They'd watch him work, and that was that.

Clothing was always the first thing he noticed about someone, and what colors they picked, and what both of those things said about them. The very first person he met at school, Anxelin, wore black and purple and clothing that looked like VK fashion, leather, so he assumed she was VK at first. That was a reasonable thought though. He noticed how Jane's baggy dresses of powder blue suddenly transformed into pastel pink suits that fit her much better. He saw how the clothing of fellow VKs transformed into much lighter and nicer fashions as time went on, becoming far less threatening but never losing their style. There was a lot to be said there, even if it was obvious to others.

He still wore his three colors, liking the way they looked on him, though he was far more open with how much red he wore. It was a favorite color of his and he was finally free to do as he liked and dress as he liked.

Who was going to stop him?

Home; Mad Maddy Mim

Maddy was granddaughter of a notorious witch, daughter of her mischievous son who was every bit magical as her. They all lived together in a cottage in the middle of the woods, Maddy doing dishes and learning the craft. Sometimes she'd visit Prince Artie and learn to be a good person with him, or send some letters to her girl Mal, who always posed seriously in her portrait. It was quiet, quaint, perfect.

It was eye-gouging boring. Positively dull. Painfully awful. It made her want to puke.

Every single day, wear a plain itchy dress and hide her hair from view. The royal family was nervous about her purple hair and made her hide it. Scrub and dry dishes until her hands bled and cracked and dried and burned. Until her back broke. Memorize spells and potions until her eyes melted from the complex formulas and rhymes she needed to know. Be a pet for Prince Artie to practice chivalry on. Sit there and be good, be perfect, be quiet, be whatever others wanted her to be. Every single day. Every single day.

Every. Single. Day.

Madness ran through Maddy's veins. It was really only a matter of time until she did something about it. Camelot sucked. They were the joke of Auradon. When Grandmam was in a charitable mood, she'd sit Maddy down with her and encourage her to shoot higher.

"Listen, I never shot higher than Camelot, and that's fine with me! Merlin is my rival! But you, you deserve better. If you are ever given the chance to, go to the city. The capital. Pretend you're a good girl. Then, use your magic to take it over!"

"Yes! I'll be perfectly mad!"

"That's my girl!"

They'd both cackle about it like the witches they were.

Anyway, Camelot sucked. Screw it. Maddy had bigger plans, bigger dreams. Artie could come along if he wished, but she primarily wanted villain allies.

The second she got that invitation, she didn't look back. Didn't even bring much with her.

It was time to show the rest of the continent what she was truly capable of. She wouldn't let anyone stand in her way.

Not even Mal.

Letters; Lucille and Laurie LeFou

Laura and LeFou happily moved into the palace of Queen Belle and King Lio the moment that decree was issued. They longed to be free of Gaston and his influence, especially because he hasn't changed a bit and they feared if he managed to have children, he'd teach them to be as cruel as him. LeFou was never really cruel, not like Gaston. Ignorant and easily swayed, most definitely, and Laura just chased after whoever could give her a good life. Belle of course welcomed them and when their children were born, instantly got them socializing with her own son.

Lucille knew she was unique in comparison to other VKs with how accepting everyone was of her as a result. Her parents were henchmen and apologized, did their time, all that. Life was peaceful. It only became trouble when Gaston sent his sons to the palace and they ran amok. She tried to be patient, but they were brutes. Wouldn't leave her alone and pushed around Laurie, giving him the mean nickname of LeFou Deux because he had a demeanor and appearance similar to their dad.

A dad who, ironically, gave her her love of reading. Both he and Mom were illiterate, and were embarrassed by that fact, so they did everything they could do to foster a love of learning and books into their children, and it stuck with Lucille. She enjoyed reading and was always found in the huge library of the palace, devouring whatever she found that day. She did her best ro teach them too, running her fingers over the letters in her books, helping them sound out the words.

All that reading made her smart, and observant. She knew it wasn't fair how the Gaston twins treated her brother, how society saw her father as a mere sidekick, still refusing to use his real name, and how even school offered no protection from these things. Reluctantly, she searched for allies, intending to be a henchman the same way her dad was. It sickened her, but what else was there to do?

She was more like her dad than she wanted to admit.

The night after she joined Mad Maddy's group, she sat at her desk in her dorm and penned her first letter to Dad since arriving at the school. She hoped he was still practicing his own letters.

Rough; Prince Jay of Agrabah

It was dangerous for a prince to be rough and violent, they said. They could tolerate him wanting to steal, but playing roughly with others? That was dangerous. Jay hated that stifling rule when he wasn't even a prince, the royal family just took him in as were the rules. Why couldn't he fight and be rough? The magic in his blood demanded it to be so. He only felt sane around Aziz, who understood where he was coming from. He had trouble talking, but Aziz enjoyed coaxing it out of him. He was a loner and honestly much preferred keeping to himself, away from others.

After all, he was rough. He played hard and stole too much and even a casual fistbump risked hurting someone.

But what was really rough was never knowing his mother. Jafar said she was a princess, a slave who bent to his whims before she got away. Sultana Jasmine said she was merely a woman in his harem, a random wife nobody cared about to remember because that's all she ever was to him. Who was right? Jay would never know. It sucked not having a mother though, especially in his group. Evie and Mal knew their mothers, obviously, and Carlos, well everyone knew his too. Actually it seemed the vast majority of VKs knew their mothers, villainous women were in no short supply, it was the villainous men that had fewer numbers, and Jafar was arguably one of the most famous ones there. It made sense his mother was a random woman, but the thought still hurt every time Jasmine kept him at arms length while spoiling Aziz with all her love.

Life was just rough, man.

Beginnings; Claudine Frollo

Claudine's life began in a way so taboo she dared not speak it. Constantly kept under the thumb of her father, always viewing the world from high above. Everything seemed brighter down there, especially during festival season when Esmeralda got to dance. Claudine would watch her with rapt attention, trying to mimic her moves when she wasn't being watched. Otherwise, her life was dull and monotonous. Read scripture, ring the bells, eat bland soup, constantly keep herself covered. Father said harlots showed their hair, and she was a lost cause anyway because she inherited all the looks of her mother, a harlot who bewitched him. Claudine thought he liked the word harlot. She kept her plain cross around her neck, secretly longing for the jewelry she could spot on the women who came into the church during sessions, gold and sparkly. She longed for the fancy updos they had, and their colorful gowns. She especially wanted the stuff that stained their lips red and their cheeks pink, bringing color to their faces. The only color she ever received was the sun pouring through the stained glass windows.

Being accepted into Auradon Preparatory was a shock. Perhaps they knew who her mother was, it seemed everyone did, Frollo was horrible at keeping secrets, they just were being silent out of politeness. Her mother was a good person though, a heroine, so maybe that's why. She forgot to hide the invitation though and received a strong slap that sent her across the floor when Frollo found it.

"Go to a school in Auradon City?! Where you'll be corrupted by sinners?! After all I've done for you, this is how you repay me? Ungrateful witch, just like your mother!" He slapped her again and tore up the invitation.

A day ago, Claudine would've run and hid, cowered in her room in the corner, begging for forgiveness, but that letter awoke something in her. The boldness her mother gave her. She slipped away in the dead of night, climbing around the cathedral and sneaking to where her mother was. She nodded and got her out of the city on the first ship heading to the capital, waving after her.

On that ship, Claudine nervously toyed with her cross, wondering if she made the right decision.

It was a new beginning for her.

Desk; Yzla

The only time her grandma wasn't locked in jail was on the birthday of the Emperor. Emperor Kuzco was eccentric in the sense that instead of asking for gifts for himself for his birthday, he instead asked for all his citizens to give presents to each other. She was let out of the prison under high security to participate, though why was anyone's guess. She was not having a good time at all.

Yzla was given a gift, from her brother of all people, a simple desk sanded from wood with golden details. He didn't say a word and neither did she. She asked Yzma about it but the woman was silent. So, Yzla kept the desk and rolled it, it had wheels, into her lab. She really only used it as an extra way to store potions, but it was good at that. Pacha complimented her on it once, saying it was nice but needed to be used more.

"You're a desk expert now?" She teased.

"No! Just, you know, it could be lonely, just holding random bottles all the time. Why not write on it or put books on it?"

She just shook her head.

Her brother saw it once, when she was deep in another experiment, and told her it was a cheap piece he found discarded on a lawn. She stared at him.

"What's that meant to mean?"

"It means, it's exactly how you are. Discarded and worthless. We all know who Grandma's favorite is."

She just shook her head and got back to work. Her brother was honestly no real threat, they had the same kind of magic after all. It was true Yzma was teaching him best she could, but whatever. Yzla forgot most of the time she even had a brother, as he kept to the shadows and skulked around the palace constantly.

Well, maybe her desk was a bit plain. Maybe when she came home from Auradon, she could decorate it or something.

Vision; Frederique and Felicity Facilier

Mama was a Cajun fortune-teller with a crystal ball. It was safe to assume the girls had at least some foresight thanks to her, even if it manifested differently. Celia was the best with cards, flipping and shuffling them, using them to share the futures and secrets of whoever dared to take up her services. Both enjoyed using crystal balls too, acting all spooky to people who didn't trust them and saw them as trouble.

Freddie had prophetic dreams. She wasn't sure if Celia did, but she definitely did, and told Mama so. Mama blinked a few times.

"I see. I fear that might be because of me." She said. "My predictions are almost always accurate. What do your dreams say, child?"

Freddie thought. "I mostly see a school. A fancy one I hadn't ever seen before. And sometimes I see Louis," She didn't use his title, she rarely did.

"Where's this school?"

"Don't know."

That was the dream she had been having the most lately, and finally received her answer when Louis sent her a photograph of Auradon Prep. That was the school in her dreams! But what did it mean?

"I recently read my own fortune, just for fun. I keep seeing changes, moving across the lake to somewhere new." Celia said once. "I am…excited. I want to see what else is out there!"

"Speak for yourself,"

A few months later, they were told they could attend Auradon Prep, and everything made sense. Gifting Louis the Baby Jesus she got from their Mardi Gras party, she rushed to get ready. Celia spent a long time packing, basically attempting to take their whole room, but Freddie only took a few things.

Before they left, she had another dream. A new one, the strangest of them all.

A purple dragon trying to blow fire on the school.

Hide; Ginny Gothel

Ginny didn't feel like herself unless she was high above the ground, preferably in a tower. It was probably some form of irony, but she didn't look deeply into it because she didn't care. She hated the perky daughters of Rapunzel and bided her time until she could leave or do something about it. She studied herbs and plants, pretending she was interested in medicine but really she was trying to follow in her mom's footsteps. It was so infuriating how she had no magic, but she tried to deal.

But who ever heard of a villain without magic? It just wasn't fair.

Anyway, her mother. That was a woman who was proud and beautiful, no matter what anyone said, and Ginny so desperately wanted to be her. She dressed and wore her hair just like her and spent the night in a dark tower, ignoring the princesses whenever she could. They even attempted to take her to Auradon Prep, an act which she responded to by jumping out of the carriage taking her there and only showing up a week later. Nobody really seemed to notice, which was good.

She wanted to be nothing more but a shadow.

She needed magic.

Blowing this whole place up would be fun at least.

Forbidden; Princess Hannah of The Southern Isles/Kioto Island

She was a daughter who shouldn't have existed. After banishment from Arendelle, Papa found himself also banned from the Southern Isles and forced to become a wanderer, thinking on his actions and growing resentful towards the people who took so much from him. He tried to sail but was bad at it, so he ended up on an island nation, shipwrecked. That's when Mama found him when her guards brought Papa before her, and he saw her crown and bowed.

Of course, villains rarely had kids. That's what most people said. Hannah didn't know if it was true or not, she never had any kind of contact with the mainland of Auradon. Kioto Island wasn't integrated and so they were at the mercy of their own resources. Hannah only sometimes managed to send letters to her AK half, twins. Of course the queen was given twins. Papa never shut up about that either.

From birth, Hannah was raised in the image of her father. Papa wanted her to be the perfect usurper, destined to take the throne and destroy the villains he never could. It would be hard, but she promised to succeed. Seduce the twins and then destroy them. She could do it. Even her name was a mockery of their queen's, mixed together with Hans'.

Hans ranted about magic also. Magic was evil and to be feared, never trust anyone with magic. Kioto Island had magic in the form of trickster spirits and mischievous gods, so it didn't take much for Hannah to agree magic was wrong and evil.

Her mother, Empress Omizu, was much more pleasant company. She made all of Hannah's kimono and said her name in a lovely accent. Ha-nah. Just like that. Her words were water while Papa's were ice. Mama never judged Hannah or forced her to be the perfect princess or hid her when courtiers came around or told her to control her laugh or told her chocolate was bad for her. She scolded her if she was rude, yes, but that was the extent of it. Mama was nice. Papa was not. Papa was hungry for power.

When she was told she could attend Auradon Prep, even all the way out there, she faltered. She wasn't really receiving much education in Kioto, but she was still nervous being so far away from home. Would she even have any languages in common with them?

"It's a wonderful opportunity." Mama smiled warmly.

"You'll be this much closer to taking over Arendelle!" Papa smirked coldly.

Her mind was made up.

Hopefully she could find some allies to help her in Auradon, allies who could help her and would know nothing of her past or who she really was. For all Auradon and Arendelle knew, Prince Hans was a traitor who rotted in jail or was sentenced to physical labor.

But Princess Hannah? She was a stranger, a mystery. Who knew who she was? Just an Oriental beauty.

Time to make Papa proud.

She'd miss Mama though.

~For those who haven't read the main fic, Laura's one of the brunette Bimbettes from the live-action Beauty and the Beast. I made them the cousins of the animated blondes and gave them the names of Laura, Paula, and Clara.

~Kioto Island comes from the old English spelling of the city Kyoto. I figured if Tokyo Disneyland exists, why not an ununified Japanese island in this universe?

Special order once more. ;) Thanks so much for joining me on this special dive into my Descendants universe once more! Hope to see you again, whether it be in the main fic or more oneshots like these!