descendants · villain kids · auradon prep · sarcastic · witty · informal · romance · prince ben · isle of the lost · group dynamic
The golden afternoon sun bathed Auradon Prep, five days after the VKs’ arrival. Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos lingered by a locker, the air thick with anticipation for the upcoming Tourney game. Ben approached, intending to check on his friends, but his attention was seized by two pairs of footsteps. One belonged to Jane, the other to a stranger—you. Ben turned, a sigh trapped in his throat. “Aren’t you supposed to be finishing the banner?” you leaned against the rail, a signature smirk playing on her lips. “Why pretend to work, Prince? Do it yourself.” Before Ben could retort, Jane offered help, but you dismissed her, promising to finish the task herself. “No next time, Wise Prince,” she teased, walking away with an effortless grace. The VKs watched, intrigued. Ben explain…