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Once upon a time long, long ago-

Well, more like 13 years ago, Queen Kristin married her beast, King Phil, in front of 600 of their closest, personal friends. Talk about a small party, yeah? Bet it had a massive fucking cake, too.

But, yeah, so- instead of a honeymoon, like normal, boring couples, King Phil united all of the kingdoms- stretching from L’Manburg all the way to Kinoko Kingdom, and got himself elected king of the United Kingdoms of the Antarctic Empire- a stupid, and frankly long ass name if you ask me. After this, however, he rounded up all of the “villains” and sidekicks, basically all of the truly interesting people, and he tossed them to the Isle of the Lost, with a magical barrier- curtesy of the resident Fairy Godmother, Eret, of course- to keep them there.

This, is my home. No magic, no Wi-Fi, and no way out.

Or so I thought.

***

Wilbur gazes out of the window, curls fluffy and full from his recent washing. A servant, one of many and though Wilbur tries to remember all of their names it is incredibly difficult when they had so many, pull his arm up, lining up a piece of measuring tape from his underarm to his wrist. “You may put your arm down, sir, thank you.” The servant dutifully says, scrawling a measurement onto his notepad.

Nodding, Wilbur gives him a grin, “No problem, mate.” He says, before his gaze is drawn back out of the window. Techno glances up from his book, sat on one of the comfortable couches in the drawing room, where he and Wilbur were to be fitted for their coronation suits. Eighteen, and Techno was ready to be crowned the King of their land. Wilbur, as his twin, was to be crowned the new king’s advisor.

“I can’t believe you boys are going to be crowned!” Phil says as he walks in, smiling gently but proudly at his boys. Kristin, the Queen and the boy’s adoring mother, is on his arm, eyes happy and just as proud, her Piglin tusks gleaming in the warm yellow-y light of the drawing room.

Kristin laughs, “They’re eighteen, Phil. How does the time pass?” She asks softly, leaving her husband’s side to help Wilbur down from the small measuring stage and carding her fingers through his curls. Techno is quick to join Wilbur and their mother’s side, chuffing happily as Kristin bites at both of their ears- a Piglin clan greeting, one common between family, mostly parent and child.

Phil, who’d been looking over the designs the servant had delivered to him to be judged, dismissed all of the maids and butlers in the room- three in total. He walks over to his small family, grinning at all three of them. “Tommy would be very proud of you boys.” He says gently, taking one of Wilbur and one of Techno’s hands in his own, thumb gently rubbing over the softly callused hands- one damaged from wielding swords, the other roughed from playing guitar.

Under his soft caresses, both of his boys, brute and tough and Piglin like their mother, freeze. Techno takes a sharp intake of breath, like a whistle in the quiet. Kristin leans against Phil heavily, a small bitter smile on her face. Tommy was her baby, the youngest of her clan- Kristin doesn’t know if she’d ever forgive herself for letting him be taken, her little dove being stolen from the nest instead of flying away. It is quiet for a few moments, peaceful and sad and still healing.

“Papa…?” Wilbur starts quietly, still staring at where Phil’s hand holds his, his father’s hand is smaller, less thin, a little more rough from his younger years. Phil hums, curious, left wing curled protectively around Kristin, the other limp and still. “We’ve decided our first official proclamation, Papa.” Techno explains, glancing anxiously at his twin, who looks back with hidden confidence and reassurance.

A small sniffle, a light humorless laugh- the mention of the youngest Watson bringing the mood to somber. “You haven’t even been crowned, yet.” Phil says, but there’s a smile on his face that encourages the two teens to go on. Kristin looks between them with wet but curious eyes.

Another moment. “We’ve decided to bring the children of the Isle of the Lost, here, to the Antarctic Empire.” A beat. Silence.

Kristin looks between the boys with widened, confused eyes. Phil’s thumbs finally pause in their ministrations. He looks up at the two, looking older than even beyond his years. “We feel like they’ve been abandoned, Papa. They deserve a second chance- they aren’t their parents,” Wilbur explains once he realizes Techno wasn’t going to. In fact, he notices Techno inch, if only a little, closer to him, anxious and terrified of their parents disappointment or disapproval.

“Boys,” Phil sighs, glancing off of them. Techno hunches in on himself, just a little bit more. “The children of our sworn enemies, living among us?” He asks, sounding concerned as he looks back to them. Wilbur swallows the hurt of his father’s doubt- it makes sense, and Wilbur has stayed up for nights making point after point in a journal just for this occasion.

Wilbur grabs his brother’s hand, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed but it does go unmentioned, and his voice is firm as he speaks. “Well, we’d start out with just a few, the ones who really, truly need our help, right? And then, if that works out, after a month or two we’d move some more in. We’ve planned this out, Papa, me and Techno can’t just look out to the island knowing there are kids there who need our help.” Wilbur says, voice not a waver out of place. Techno squeezes Wilbur’s hand appreciatively, and Wilbur squeezes back, a silent, “No problem.”

Kristin nods a little, considering the idea and grinning reassuringly at her boys. Wilbur smiles back, confidence back in place. “We’ve actually already chose them, Papa,” He says, nodding toward Phil as he looks back to his father’s not convinced face. “Oh, have you?” He asks, a frown tugging at his thin lips. Wilbur’s smile dims a little, and Kristin pipes up, “I gave you a second chance, why don’t these kids deserve one?” She asks, looking toward her husband with a raised brow.

With a small sigh, and a look between the three of them, Phil nods. “I suppose it is a good idea,” He compromises, placing a gentle and comforting hand on Techno’s shoulder. “Good job, boys,” He says, smiling at them both. Techno melts in relief, leaning into the touches of his family.

Their mother grins happily, “So, who are their parents?” She asks. Wilbur and Techno glance between each other hesitantly, before Techno starts.

“Sam De Vill,” He lists, watching carefully between his parents. Both don’t look too bothered or concerned, so he continues. “Quackity,” Techno says as Wilbur leans closer into him. The two are affectionate as twins can be, Techno humorously thinks as he leans right back. Phil nods for him to continue, “President Schlatt,” Techno says, voice just a little shaky. Kristin sniffs disgustedly at the mention of the terrible man, and Techno can’t disagree. Techno straightens as he speaks again, “And… Dream.”

Another long, drawn out silence as their father’s face twists and anxiously scowls and sneers at the name.

“Dream!” Phil starts, anger in his face. Techno wilts, wringing his hands. He and Wilbur look at their father, his wings ruffled and not quite frightened. “Dream!” He cries again, turning away from them in his sudden hysterics. Kristin looks between her sons and her husband in worry. “He is guilty of unspeakable crimes!” Phil finally looks toward them both again- there is pain there, unspeakable and raw and still unhealed.

Never had they been able to prove it, but Dream had been their suspect for their darling youngest prince’s disappearance. Nothing had ever been concrete, nothing had ever been done or conducted.

Wilbur pleads with him, “Papa, their children are innocent! Don’t they deserve a normal life?” He asks, making Phil pause right as he was going to go on a rant of the terrible man. Phil looks between the two, pain in his face. He looks to Kristin. She smiles, her own pain filled and agonizing,but she nods reassuringly to him, her small, soft hand lacing into his. Wilbur and Techno wait for the answer, worry and anxiety prickling at their chests. “Papa?” Wilbur asks softly, prompting his father to look over at him again.

He looks hesitant. Phil had always been protective, fearing his children would be harmed if he were not strong and stable and there to always protect them from every danger. This was heightened when Tommy, their youngest, their baby, was taken, and had only in recent months had begun to calm itself as the boys neared their coronation.

Taking a deep breath, and letting out a shaking sigh, Phil concedes. “I suppose the children are innocent.” He agrees. Phil lets Kristin hold his arm, leaning against his support as she did the same to him. “Well done, boys. I’m very proud of you two.” Kristin smiles gently at the two, grin a little shaky, before glancing over at Phil with a more genuine small, amused smile, “Shall we get ready for the picnic, dearest?” She asks with humor in her voice. Somehow, Phil almost looks more pained at the idea of a picnic with, Wilbur assumes, Kinoko Kingdom than he had with the idea of villain children coming to the Antarctic Empire.

With another long suffering sigh, Phil nods, “We shall.” Before the two King and Queen escort themselves out of the drawing room. When the two leave the room, Wilbur and Techno crash against each other, with Wilbur smiling brightly at his twin, receiving Techno’s own small grin in return. Wilbur drags Techno over to the window he’d been looking out of earlier, both of them gazing at the far off island. Wilbur thinks of the children they will be bringing to the Empire, and he can only wonder how they are like.

***

Tommy knows spray paint is a rarity on their little island. Even when the stupid ass Empire dumps their trash off to the Isle, it isn’t like preppy rich royalty kids are going to be playing with messy spray paint. That’s why he takes such joy in finishing a messily scrawled gang mark on the wall of some rundown, piece of shit sleeping quarters building or even a rotten food selling market.

Plus, his older brother had never let Tommy paint in their house, so it filled him with satisfaction to know that one, no one could cover up his mark since they didn’t have the paint or the cleaning supplies, and two, that he was breaking a rule.

As he sprays the last bit of red to end the still dripping art piece, he jumps back to admire the shitty art. It’s not like he’s that good- just average, maybe a little more than, but what did you expect when schools barely even teach Maths? Tommy throws the promptly emptied spray can at some guy, another lifeless nobody with a name too boring for Tommy to remember.

The dude yells after him, but Tommy is already scampering off, knowing that his “dearly beloved” (he hadn’t known that those words existed before him and Tubbo once found a thrown out letter claiming love for some girl and going off about some dude named Jared. Him and Tubbo had cracked up about the idea of some snooty princess throwing out a love letter by some pussy guy who didn’t know how to just talk to her.) friends were waiting for him by the Isle’s center of town.

“Tom!” Tubbo screeches as he jumps on him, goat ears twitching wildly. Tommy huffs, already out of breath despite just arriving (though, fair to him, anyone would probably be out of breath if they’d just been thrown to the floor). Sometimes, he hated his friends (no he didn’t). Tubbo was dressed in jewels, and gold- bracelets decorating his wrists and adorning his horns, ears pierced with pretty little gems and a necklace hanging from his neck.

Apparently, Tubbo was supposed to be married off to some rich old pervy dick in a few days, because of his dad- Pres. Schlatt- wanting some more money, even though they were on the fucking Isle of the lost and it wasn’t like anybody was going to punish you for stealing or some bullshit, it wasn’t like he needed it.

It was utter bullshit, and like hell Tommy, Ranboo, and Purpled were letting that happen, of course. In fact, Tommy was already planning the pedo’s death, should he even think of touching Tubbo- the ‘groom’ probably wouldn’t even make it to the wedding day, if Tommy had anything to say about it.

But, with the wedding still being in the planning stage, Tommy had not yet thought of going through with his plan- it was just a future plan yet to be set in motion. Now, looking at the fancily dressed Tubs, decorated and adorned in the best the Isle had to offer a teenage bride, Tommy thinks he might need help burying a body sooner than he thought.

“Hey, Bo.” Tommy greets from under the smaller boy, grinning as Tubbo ears twitch even more excitedly. “You’ll never believe what Dad told me, Toms.” Tubbo says, letting himself be picked up by Ranboo without a fight as Purpled offered a hand to Tommy to help him up. As Tommy stands, he raises a brow, “What?”

As Tubbo is seated in Ranboo’s lap, the taller and lankier boy’s arms loosely around the goat hybrid’s waist and a protective growl into his hair, Tubbo explains. “Dad told me that Mr. Stilinski was found dead last night!” He grins. Tommy straightens fully, a grin on his face, “Yeah, Tubs? That’s fucking awesome.” He says genuinely, looking between Purpled and Ranboo with a knowing look.

A bit upsetting he wasn’t the one to kick the old fuck’s bucket, but hey, at least it was done. He gets a wink from Purpled, and Ranboo just buries his face in Tubbo’s hair with an embarrassed huff. Suddenly, the people around them start to scatter, and Tommy groans quietly, not turning around until most of the people in the area had already ran.

Finally, after a few more seconds, he turns around, grinning. “Hey, Dream.”

From between two bodyguards, his big brother appears, smirking right back at him. “Hello, Theseus.” Tommy straightens- his brother only ever called him that if he had… news. Tommy swallows, feeling his friends stand and gather closer behind him. The bodyguards surround the small group of teens, and Tommy scratches at his neck anxiously.

“I have big news to share with you four.” Dream grins, pacing from left to right in a small line. His grin is small and evil and, simply put, mean. It was never a smile Tommy could fall asleep to, even when he was young and trusted his big brother with his whole being. Tommy raises a brow at his brother’s cryptic shit, “What’s the news?” He snaps after a moment.

Dream glares toward him, for just a moment, his face goes into a scowl and angry and Tommy feels pure fear swell and sear his gut. But then his face goes back into the smile. Tommy tries to fight the fear still aching his bones. “You four have been chosen to go to a new school,” Dream laughs lightly, almost a giggle, “in the Antarctic Empire.”

Tommy feels his world go cold, and he vaguely hears his friends trying to escape the bodyguard’s clutches as they try to run. The Antarctic Empire is the very same place that banished them here, cursed them to live a life of barely having blankets in the winter and eating rotten food because the magic basically blocked any attempt to grow food, the soil not strong enough to even nurse a plant through spring.

“Dream, I refuse to go to the same school where the students will probably despise us, and their parents even moreso.” Tommy complains, a hint of undetectable fear in his voice. He doesn’t want to know what the Kings and Queens will do to him and his friends if they- the children of the most feared and hated villains in the world- showed up. Internally, he shudders.

“Yeah, and Sam said that they conduct experiments on hybrids like me,” Ranboo stammers, looking downright terrified of the idea. Tubbo curls- as much as he can, really, quite literally being half the Ender hybrid’s height- protectively around his platonic husband. “We can’t go, Dream.” Purpled finishes, adjusting his hoodie- of which it is probably filled to the brim with small books and other trinkets he’d stolen for Quackity.

Tommy looks back to his big brother, only to find him rolling his eyes, grin still terribly in place. “You’re thinking small, boys.” He says vaguely, before yelling for his bodyguards and commanding the four teens to follow behind. Tommy sighs.

***

“You will go, and you will bring me back the Fairy Godmother’s wand. Do you understand?” Dream asks, his tone condescending and mean spirited if there ever was one. Tommy nods immediately, not wanting Dream to get angry when he’s already pushing his crazy for the day.

“What do we get, Dream?” Tommy asks, gesturing between him and the three beside him, all crowded before his older brother, now inside of Tommy and Dream’s rundown little home. Dream catches his eye, and grins, “You four won’t be the first I kill, how’s that sound?” He asks, the tone a threat and not even a hint of humor. Tommy nods stiffly, and Dream nods, happily slinking down into his makeshift throne. “Good.”

With the conversation over, Schlatt calls, “Tubbo, my little pawn, come here.” He snaps. Tubbo, always the obedient son, rushes over to his father, looking eager like a puppy waiting it’s owner’s command. Tommy somehow finds the metaphor fitting. “Now, you just get yourself a prince or princess and a big castle, you hear? With a wing for me, too.” Schlatt instructs.

Tubbo nods, easily accepting that as his task. Tommy doesn’t envy his best friend, the boy small and thin, almost but not quite like a girl- but that’s not the full reason, the full reason is that Schlatt had noticed the boy’s willowy nature, too, and had ‘suitors’ galore waiting for Tubbo to become of age and be married off to some fuckwad piece of shit. Tommy scowls at the idea, thoughts of saving his best friend from his terrible father are going to be on the forefront of his mind when he gets that stupid wand.

Sam runs fingers through Ranboo’s hair happily, “Well, they can’t take my Boo, I’d miss him too much,” He coos, booping the boy on the nose. Ranboo scrunches his face, obviously uncomfortable with receiving touch from anyone other than his friends. Sam doesn’t care for his son’s discomfort, however, and continues on.

“Really, Sam?” Ranboo brightens, only a little, obviously trying to not get his hopes too high.

Sam nods, “Of course! I can’t let my little lab experiment get tested on by other people, right?” And there goes the hope and brightness, and Ranboo finally moves away from his- his creator, Tommy supposes. Ranboo comes to stand closer to Tommy. Finally, Quackity speaks, cuffing Purpled over the head harshly. “They can take this piece of shit for all I care, can’t even find the right book, so fucking dumb.” Purpled bites his lip so hard it bleeds, and the blood beads between the yellowish teeth and the bruised lip.

Three friends to be saved by terrible caregivers, Tommy thinks, fuck what Dream wants to do because Ranboo and Tubbo and Purpled will be the first he saves.

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Hiya! This work was mostly just a test to see if I wanted to go through with like, writing it and how I wanted to story to go. If you guys want more details, here they are, BUT i will not be continuing this work as the first chapter was mostly just a test and a prompt sort of thing, almost. if any of you wanna continue or take this idea and make your own work, i'd love to see it !!! :D

Mal - Tommy
Maleficent - Dream
(The night before he was to be banished to the isle of the lost, Dream stole the youngest prince, Prince Tommy, from Queen Kristin and King Phil from the castle. Tommy was 1 year old at the time of the kidnapping, and Dream convinced Tommy over the first few years that Tommy was Dream’s younger brother. Tommy believed this, but he can’t help the warm and fluffy dreams that plague his nights with kind smiles and adoring coos.)
Belle - Kristin
Beast - Phil
(Phil & Kristin married after Phil was transformed back into his human self, after he was cursed to have the appearance of an ugly bird creature. Still, even after the curse was lifted, he still has his wings as a reminder of his punishment and accomplishment. After they married, Kristin had twin boys- Techno and Wilbur. When the boys were 4 years old, their little brother came into the world, with their father’s stark and shiny black wings flapping on his back.)
Ben - Techno & Wilbur
(Both of them take up the role of Ben, as they are twins. In this, however, Techno is a little more hesitant to Wilbur’s idea of bringing the villain kids to Auradon, and even more reluctant to befriend them, as Wilbur suggests. Tommy gives the two love potion cookies, terrified of his older brothers- he thinks of them as such- falling in love with him but so manipulated by Dream to think that he’d need to do anything to make him happy. Instead, because they’re actually related, Techno and Wilbur immediately love him as a little brother. After they have a family day, Techno and Wilbur have the magic undone in the Enchanted River but they realize Tommy is actually their stolen little brother.)
Evie - Tubbo
Evil Queen - Schlatt
(Schlatt, before Tubbo was to be sent off to Auradon, was going to marry Tubbo off to a rich old bastard in the Isle. Schlatt used to be a powerful- but terrible- president, and despite still carrying a bit of that reputation to the Isle, wanted more power. Adding to this, he lost all of his money when he was sent to the Isle, so having Tubbo be married off to some rich old creep would allow Schlatt to rise in power and gain more money.)
Jay - Purpled
Jafar - Quackity
(Quackity found Purpled right before he was to be taken to the Isle, and therefore Quackity makes Purpled think that he owes his life to Quackity because he would’ve died if he hadn’t been there to help him. Purpled is in debt to Quackity because of this and commonly steals the other trinkets and books, each one might be the Revival Book- none of them know that Dream actually has the book they want.)
Carlos - Ranboo
Cruella - Sam
(Sam has convinced Ranboo to be scared of everything due to his status as a hybrid. Since Ranboo is the byproduct of two hybrids instead of one, Sam traumatized him into thinking that he’d be sold off and studied like some creature instead of a human. He’s terrified of this happening, and sticks with his three friends when he’s not with his dad- the three other teens, not knowing any life beside the Isle believe that this will happen, too, so they’re wildly protective of Ranboo.)
Fairy Godmother - Eret
Jane - Fundy
Chad - Jack
Aubrey - Niki
(They don't date in this au, and neither do Niki / Wilbur! They are just friends !!!)
Doug - Impulse
(Impulse is not romantically involved with Tubbo like Doug was with Evie. Instead, he is a mentor type character who helps Tubbo discover that he isn’t just a dumb boy incapable of reading and that his only use is to be a pawn in his father’s political games.)