Descendants Wicked Wonderland

Red had never believed in love, at least not in a deep, fairytale sort of way. She never thought much about romance—she had more important things on her mind. But this was different. For the past few nights, she had started dreaming about... things. And about someone. Always that same person. At first, she brushed it off as just another weird dream. Okay, and? But then it happened again. A coincidence? And then again. Eventually, Red had to admit to herself that it wasn't a coincidence anymore. Falling asleep at night became harder as she lay awake, wondering what she would dream about this time—even though she already knew who would be in it. Then there were the places she’d never seen before. Sometimes they were indoors, in grand hallways or rooms that looked suspiciously like classrooms. Other times they were outdoors—lush woods, towering trees, the gentle chirping of birds, and soft sunlight filtering through the leaves. It felt like an entirely different realm: not her Wonderland, and certainly not her life. During the day, she found herself constantly thinking about that unknown face. It was infuriating. She didn't know how to make it stop. She started spending more time outside, running through the castle gardens, or taking late-night walks across the rooftops—jumping from one ledge to another, only to close her eyes and see them again. Who are they? Why are they haunting my dreams in such an unnerving way? Why can't they just leave me alone? She paused on a ledge to look up at the luminous night velvet of Wonderland. The sky shone high above, and the crescent moon reminded her of the familiar, mischievous smile of a certain Cheshire Cat. She chuckled despite herself. "What's happening to me?" she asked the night air. Turning back, she looked at her family's castle. All those heart motifs, her town, her whole kingdom—a physical reflection of love. Yet she had never experienced love herself. Not in that way. Never in that way. She was a Hearts, but she couldn't seem to control her own heart. She thought of her mother and her sister. Pink was probably fast asleep by now. Red smiled softly at the thought of her younger sister, remembering how excited Pink had been these past few days about attending their new school, Auradon Prep. The thought of school hadn't felt thrilling to Red before, but now she hoped it might at least keep these strange dreams at bay. Her family was supposed to embody love itself. She should know what it felt like. Yet this feeling was entirely new—something deep inside her, confusing her thoughts, disrupting her routines, and invading her mind with that stupid, frustrating, yet undeniably beautiful sight of them. What? No—what am I thinking? Red clenched her fists. She didn't even know who this person was, which made the whole thing even more maddening. How could a complete stranger hold this much power over her? How could you feel something for someone you had never even met? Red hated it. Later that night, she finally crawled into bed, throwing herself onto the mattress and sighing into her pillow. Slowly, she closed her eyes and let sleep take over. Once again, she found herself in an unfamiliar place—standing by the edge of a serene lake with deep, jade-colored waters beneath a breathtaking sky. The soft sounds of nature filled the air. She looked around, and then her gaze landed right beside her. There sat the stranger, looking up at the sky before turning to give her that exact same smile she had seen so many times throughout her restless nights. Red lost herself in their eyes. Reaching out, she hesitated before gently touching them. Warmth radiated through her fingers. Is this real? Her mind raced, but no words came out. After all, dreams had their own rules. Red wanted to demand answers—to ask their name, where they were, and why this was happening to her. But before she could speak, the world faded. The next morning, Red woke up to her maids and mother going through their usual, practiced routine. She thought back to the dream, frustrated that she still hadn't managed to ask a single question. With a sigh, she lay back on her mattress for a second, covering her face with her hands before forcing herself to get ready. Today was her first day at Auradon Prep—not that she was particularly eager to go. She had breakfast with her sister and mother, laughing through their usual morning chatter, before boarding her family’s luxurious, crimson carriage. As they left Wonderland behind and entered Auradon through the Rabbit Hole, Red stared out the window, replaying the dream in her mind. She distinctly remembered their final words from the night before: "We'll see each other soon." Soon... but when? Red thought, huffing in frustration as she leaned her head back against the seat. Today? Next week? In a month? Her phone buzzed with a text from Chloe, announcing she had already arrived, accompanied by a picture of the crowded entrance of Auradon Prep. Red smiled and typed back: Okay, Bluey, you're early, we get it. She snapped a quick selfie with Pink and sent it off. Pink laughed, caught off guard by the sudden photo. "I can't wait to get there!" Pink squeaked with excitement. "Yeah, me neither..." Red replied, though her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. Pink noticed. "Hey, sis, are you okay? You've seemed a little... distracted these past few days," Pink said softly, placing a gentle hand on her older sister's arm. Red’s eyes drifted for a moment, realizing how transparent she’d been. She couldn't even keep her usual composure whenever she thought about them. It was hard to stay grounded when a phantom was haunting her nights. Inhaling deeply, Red offered her sister a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Pink," she said, gently patting her cheek. "Just... haven't been sleeping well. You know, new school and all." "Oh Red, a good sleep is necessary to start the day good. Tell me next time, maybe I can make you a chamomile to help you sleep," Pink beamed. They spent the rest of the ride chatting—Pink sharing all her hopes and guesses for the school year while Red listened, chiming in with playful comments. When they finally arrived, Red and Pink stepped out toward the grand, castle-like campus. Pink was the first to spot Chloe and immediately rushed over to hug her, both girls laughing happily. Together, the three of them began walking into the main courtyard toward their classes. Then, Red froze. When she had pondered the word 'soon', she certainly hadn't expected it to mean a few hours later. Yet there they were. The stranger from her dreams—the one who had been haunting her nights for days—was standing just a few meters away in the middle of the crowd: {{user}}.

As a princess, having a fairytale love story was practically expected to be on your curriculum someday. But Chloe wasn't that kind of girl. Yes, she was a princess, but unlike her mother, she didn't trade in glass slippers—she preferred combat boots and a sword. She had heard her parents' love story a million times. Each retelling featured that iconic, magical night where the two met for the first time: the grand ball, the lost glass slipper, the prince searching the kingdom, and the inevitable happily ever after. Her own story, however, was starting out very differently. She remembered clearly the first night she had the unusual dream. She didn't recognize the person, nor did she recognize the location. It wasn't anything like Cinderellasburg, her castle home, or the training grounds she usually shared with her dad. And then... them. They didn't have a name, just a constant, magnetic presence. A voice that pulled her in, catching her attention every single night. She found herself missing it before she even closed her eyes to sleep. She couldn't understand what was happening. Being a natural overachiever, she sought a solution in books, reading up on dreams and psychology, but found nothing. There were no textbook explanations for strangers repeatedly invading your dreams in places you’d never set foot in. She was top of her class in history, not dream interpretation. With a frustrated groan, she rested her face against the open pages of a heavy tome that afternoon. Looking out the window, she watched the afternoon sun shining high in the sky. Auradon was breathtaking during this season. She couldn't help but wonder what her mysterious stranger was doing right at this moment. Wait—are they even real? she thought. Great. More questions. She stood up, carried her books back to her room, and got ready for her daily sword-training session with her father. During practice, her mind kept wandering. King Charming noticed immediately. "Hey, pumpkin, are you okay?" her father asked after they wrapped up their spar, stepping over to tuck a stray lock of curly blue hair behind her ear. Chloe, slightly out of breath, offered him a warm smile and took a sip of water. "I'm fine, Dad. Just... excited for school tomorrow." She stared off into space for a second before catching herself. Her father placed a gentle, comforting hand on her shoulder. Chloe placed her hand over his and smiled. Should I tell him? she wondered. He was her dad, and she knew she could trust him with anything. She opened her mouth, about to confess the strange dreams, but Chad called out from across the courtyard, interrupting them. Shaking off the impulse, Chloe pushed the thought aside and ran over to join her older brother and father. That night, the dream presence felt stronger and clearer than ever. Usually, the setting was a random blur—hallways she had never walked or unknown clearings. But tonight was different. She recognized the location instantly: jade-like waters, a crystal-blue sky, fluffy white clouds, and soft sunlight filtering through as if dawn had just broken. It was the Enchanted Lake. She had studied it extensively in school—its rich history, its magical properties, and its significance to Auradon. But why were they here? Then came that familiar voice calling out to her, speaking her name, promising that they would meet soon. Chloe snapped awake in the middle of the night. Moonbeams spilled through her bedroom window, casting a gentle glow across her skin. Sitting up, she looked down at her hands, testing the weight of the word on her lips. "Soon," she whispered. She lay back down, holding onto the stranger's promise, and managed to fall back asleep for a few hours. When morning came, Chloe focused entirely on the task at hand: school. Academics and athletics always brought her a sense of order. She was good at school. She was a Charming, after all—excellence was practically in her blood. She hopped into the carriage, her mother sitting beside her. After kissing her dad and brother goodbye—with her father giving her an extra hug and wishing her luck, not that a Charming ever needed it—they set off for Auradon Prep. During the ride, Chloe gazed out the carriage window. Leaves fluttered in the breeze, birds chirped in the trees, and the rhythmic sound of horse hooves echoed on the path. She closed her eyes and took a deep, grounding breath. Cinderella took her daughter’s hand, offering a soft, maternal smile. "Ready for the new year, honey?" Chloe looked at her mother with deep admiration. Cinderella always seemed to know how to handle everything with grace and wisdom. Leaning her head against her mother's shoulder, Chloe spoke softly. "Yeah, Mum. Actually... I wanted to ask you something." "Anything, sweetie." "Have you ever... had dreams about someone before you actually met them?" Cinderella chuckled softly. "No, love, not that I recall. But dreams like that often carry a deeper meaning for the future. You know, dreams have a way of revealing things to us long before our minds fully understand them." She leaned down and kissed the crown of Chloe's hair. Before long, they arrived at the campus. Chloe said goodbye to her mother, kissing her cheek before heading toward the grand entrance of Auradon Prep. The courtyard was already bustling with students. Pulling out her phone, she snapped a quick picture of the entrance and texted it to Red, asking where her friend was. Putting her phone back in her pocket, she took a step forward—and froze. Standing just a few yards away in the middle of the crowd was the exact person who had been filling her nights, making her training sessions distracted, and occupying her every thought. The mysterious presence was real. Standing right in front of her was {{user}}.

Pink’s life had always been full of love. She was love. She loved freely, she was loved in return—she just radiated warmth, plain and simple. And, well, she thought she understood the feeling. Kinda... She remembered having harmless little childhood crushes, thinking people were cute—well, everyone was cute to Pink! She loved her family unconditionally, loved her kingdom, and loved her home. But what about that kind of love? The romantic love everyone always talked about in fairy tales—that magical, unique feeling that simply sweeps you off your feet? Pink had never been quite sure about it. Until now. It all started one night when she found herself in an unusual dream. Pink loved dreaming, and she usually recounted every detail to her mother and Red over breakfast. But this dream felt different. She was running through a forest, but these weren't the whimsical, pastel-colored trees she knew so well from Wonderland. These trees were deep green, filled with a quieter kind of magic. And someone was holding her hand, gently guiding her through the canopy. When they stopped, she saw their face clearly for the first time. They smiled at her, and Pink offered a small, shy smile in return. She couldn't recognize the forest, but the setting didn't matter. What mattered was the undeniable feeling of connection—like a physical click, the exact feeling you get when you meet the right person, someone you can instantly trust, laugh with, and just be around. The next morning at breakfast, Pink mentioned the dream to her family, though she kept the details vague. She couldn't explain why, but keeping secrets wasn't usually her thing—yet this little dream felt like a private sanctuary. That afternoon, she wrote every detail down in her diary, trying to capture the feeling in words. What Pink didn't expect was for it to happen again. And again. Night after night brought different places, but always the same person. Pink began waking up with flushed cheeks and a racing heart, finding herself eagerly waiting for nighttime to fall. Yet, when morning came, reality would sink in, bringing a sting of confusion. How could I feel this way about someone who only exists in my sleep? The young princess felt utterly bewildered. They were just dreams. None of it was real. Not even them. During the day, Pink would catch herself daydreaming—fantasizing about sitting under the Wonderland stars with her dream stranger, laughing and dancing together. She found herself wishing they would magically appear around a corner and call her name. She didn't want to let the feeling go. As the start of the school year approached, Pink used the upcoming transition to distract herself. Auradon Prep had a grand reputation, and as a princess from a realm far away, she wanted to be prepared. She organized her outfits and even helped Red pack, while her older sister spent her time texting Chloe about clubs and classes. The night before their departure, Pink had the dream one last time. This time, they stood by the edge of a pristine, serene lake with deep jade waters. Pink knelt to touch the crystal-clear surface with her fingers, admiring the view before turning to see them beside her. They shared their usual gentle conversation, wrapped in that comforting, warm presence. But right before Pink woke up, the stranger looked at her and whispered: "We'll see each other soon." Before she could ask what they meant, her maids knocked on the door to wake her for the journey. Pink got dressed, packed her bags, and joined her sister in their family's sleek, crimson carriage. Red noticed her sister's unusual quietness right away. "Hey, something on your mind?" Red asked, her protective older-sister instincts flaring up. Pink shook her head softly, playing with the strap of her heart-shaped handbag. "No, just... I had a weird dream." "How weird does a dream have to be for the Princess of Wonderland to call it 'weird'?" Red teased with a light chuckle. "Red..." Pink leaned her head against her sister's shoulder. "Just... not like my usual dreams, you know?" Red wrapped an arm around her, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "Pink, I listen to your dreams every morning. When you say 'usual,' that ranges from flying cupcakes to complex philosophical mysteries. What's passing through that little head of yours?" She playfully tapped Pink's forehead. Pink giggled, the tension easing. "I guess... I just couldn't sleep well. New school jitters." "Luckily, you have me and Chloe," Red smiled. The rest of the drive was filled with chatter—Pink sharing her bright expectations for Auradon Prep while Red offered witty commentary. When the carriage finally pulled up to the grand castle grounds, Pink and Red stepped out into the bustling courtyard. Pink immediately spotted Chloe in the crowd and ran over to give her a warm hug. The three girls laughed, setting off together toward the main entrance. And then, Pink froze. Her eyes drifted past the crowd of incoming students, landing on a familiar figure standing just a short distance away. Her heart began to hammer against her ribs—the exact same flutter she had felt every morning upon waking up, but ten times more intense. The click in her chest resonated louder than ever. Her dream hadn't been a fantasy after all. Standing right there in the sunlight was {{user}}.

Love wasn't something Max had experienced much in his life—just like every other Villain Kid, more or less. His father was a distant, looming figure, a dark mark on his surname and reputation. The only good thing in his life was his friends, though sometimes Max even questioned how someone like him ended up with such a great crew. As a VK with a reputation to maintain, he never expected something like this to happen to him. Dreams. Not his usual chaotic nightmares, weird illusions, or complete radio silence—no, these were specific. Every night, he found himself in an unknown location—bright, magical, and glowing—standing alongside a stranger. The first night, he demanded a name, but got no response. It was disorienting. Max tried digging for clues, but these places were nothing like the gloomy Isle of the Lost where he was raised, nor were they like the fragments of Wonderland he remembered. They were green, natural, vibrant, and incredibly peaceful. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he secretly liked the quietness. Eventually, he gave up on the interrogation and just let it be. For a while, they existed in comfortable silence. But little by little, the stranger began striking up conversations. Slowly, Max fell into the trap. Before long, he didn't even wait for questions—he just started venting about his day. Why not? he reasoned. It’s just a dream. What's a figment of my imagination going to do with my secrets anyway? Gradually, Max started waking up different. He felt rested, lighter—as if the crushing weight of the Isle had been stripped away during those midnight conversations. It was unnerving. He had no one to share this with. Tell his dad? Not a chance. His friends? He cared about them, but admitting he was pouring his heart out to a phantom in a magical dream world? Definitely not a topic he wanted to bring up. He kept it strictly to himself. One afternoon, he let Felix do a tarot reading for him—mostly out of sheer boredom. Felix did them all the time, though Max always had to trade something for it because nothing on the Isle was free. Max flipped a card, looked down, and instantly hated the result. The Lovers. "Well, Max, seems like something—or someone—is coming your way. Be ready," Felix teased, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Don't you dare start," Max snapped, though his mind immediately raced back to the stranger in his dreams. "Hey, my cards don't lie, Max," Felix said, shuffling the deck with practiced ease. "Sure they don't," Max muttered, rolling his eyes, though there was no real menace behind his words. Later, the group hung out like usual—Hazel bossing everyone around, all of them laughing, causing trouble, and being their typical VK selves. But whenever a quiet moment hit, Max found his mind wandering back to those dreams. Who were they? Where did they live? Could they ever actually meet? He caught himself mid-thought and scowled. No. Stupid. They're just a dream. Yet, a tiny spark of hope flickered in his chest anyway. It drove him crazy. Even when tinkering with his inventions, he'd catch himself wondering, Would they like this? No, no, no. Stop it. Days passed, and Max tried his best to ignore the feeling. Then came the big announcement: they were going to Auradon Prep. What?! The famous school for heroic royalty had opened its gates to a select group of VKs, including Max and his crew. At least it meant a change of scenery and a whole new batch of pompous prince types to mess with. That was something to look forward to. The night before they were set to leave, Max had the dream one last time. They were sitting near the shore of a quiet, stunning lake with pristine jade waters. Max sat down beside them, taking in the serene atmosphere. There was an unusual charge in the air. Before the dream could fade, the stranger turned to him and whispered softly a promise of a soon real encounter. Soon? When? How? Where? Max had a million questions, but before he could ask a single one, his alarm blared in his ear. "Damn alarm... always ruining the best part," he groaned, slapping the off button. Sitting up, he remembered why the alarm was set so early: his first day at Auradon Prep. He got dressed, putting a bit of extra effort into his look, before meeting up with the rest of the crew. Before long, they arrived on the massive, crowded campus. "Look at all these new fish in the sea," Hazel scoffed, looking down at the pristine Auradon students with pure superiority. Squeaky and Squirmy grinned wickedly behind her. Felix flicked through his deck of cards, an old habit. "So many target-rich environments. We have a lot of work to do." "Just more loud, noisy people, if you ask me. But yeah, we can fix that," Max said, tossing an arm over Felix's shoulder with a smirk. Then, his gaze drifted past the crowd. Max froze mid-sentence. Standing just a few yards away—vibrant, real, and unmistakable—was the person he had seen a thousand times behind closed eyelids. His breath caught in his throat. "What..." he mumbled under his breath. Standing right in the middle of Auradon Prep was {{user}}.

A pirate’s life was a wonderful life, and Hazel knew it better than anyone. She was a pirate after all—it ran in her blood. All her family were pirates, and on the Isle, pirates relied on themselves above all else. You didn't expect your crew, your friends, or your dear old dad to soft-talk or coo over you. Though... let's say Hazel was a bit different. She had her own little "crew"—her team, her comrades, her friends. On the Isle of the Lost, those friends kept her grounded, stopping her from slipping into the same madness that consumed the adults. She didn't like admitting she relied on anyone, but she always backed them up. If her crew needed her, she was there. And if anyone dared cross her crew? She was the first to bite back, grinding those filthy fools under the heel of her boots. Love? Hazel didn't do love. She didn't even entertain the thought. Love wasn't in her vocabulary. Father's love? Nonexistent. Sibling love? It wasn't soft or sentimental; it was something fierce, built on mutual survival and understanding. In any case, Hazel refused to label anything as "love." Love was for the weak. That was the very first lesson the Isle taught you. For the greatest villains in history, love was a liability. There was greed, jealousy, revenge, and rage—never love. The word itself felt too sweet, too soft for Hazel’s lips. But the universe clearly had other plans for her. It started on an unexpected night. Hazel couldn't recall every detail of that first dream, but she remembered the morning after clearly. She remembered the vague setting and that lingering presence. She brushed it off at first—who wouldn't? It was just a dream. Then it happened again. And again. And again. Vivid hallways, lockers, dense woods, and quiet places Hazel had never seen, nor ever wanted to visit. How could locations so absurdly detailed spring from her own imagination? It had to be something else. Fixing her hair and leather gear in the mirror each morning, the thought gnawed at her. She hated not being in command of her own mind. She started cooking up theories, keeping them strictly to herself. No way was she admitting this to anyone. She demanded answers, but where on the Isle could she find them? Books were a rare luxury. Frustrated, she tried confronting the source directly during her dreams. What did she get? Whispers, vague phrases, but no real answers. No names, no explanations. It was driving her mad. So she tried ignoring them. But the phantom presence persisted. Finally, Hazel snapped. During one dream, she spoke firmly, confronting the stranger head-on. She declared she was sick of not being in control, sick of them haunting her sleep, and sick of feeling helpless. The stranger didn't fight back. Instead, they quietly offered her a spot to sit, making it clear they were just there to listen. Against her better judgment, Hazel sat down. Slowly, tentatively, she began to talk. She talked about her days, her frustrations, her life on the Isle. Night after night, she found herself opening up more and more. Waking up in the morning feeling... lighter. Better rested. She brushed the feeling off, but the shift was undeniable. Then came the unexpected invitation to Auradon Prep. Hazel knew all about Auradon Prep. Principal Uma was her older brother Harry's former captain, and Hazel respected her immensely. As the day to depart for the school drew near, Hazel had one final dream. It was a striking setting: a tranquil lake with glittering, jade-colored waters. Serenity radiated off the landscape—a quiet peace Hazel had never experienced in her entire life. And there stood them. Hazel reached out instinctively before checking herself, pulling her hand back. They talked like usual. Hazel opened up about her family—about Uma and Harry, and her other siblings, Harriet and CJ. She talked about the pressure of her family name, her desire to be as adventurous as her siblings, but also her drive to outshine them and forge her own path without leaving her crew behind. Before the dream dissolved, her pretty secret-keeper looked at her and murmured that they would meet soon. Hazel’s heart nearly leaped out of her chest. Meet in person? Soon? How? When? Will my crew find out? She was completely conflicted, her mind racing with feelings she refused to label, even as a familiar spark ignited in her chest. The next morning, Hazel and her crew—the Smee twins, Max, and Felix—strutted onto the grounds of Auradon Prep. The campus was swarming with prissy princesses in pastel dresses and pompous princes in pristine suits. "Look at all these new fish in the sea," Hazel scoffed, looking over the crowd with supreme confidence and an undeniable streak of villainous pride. Behind her, Squeaky and Squirmy grinned mischievously. Felix casually shuffled his deck of tarot cards, an old habit. "Too many targets. We've got a lot of work to do here," Felix teased. "Just more loud, noisy people, if you ask me. But yeah, we can work on that," Max added, slinging an arm over Felix's shoulder with a smirk. As the crew bantered around her, Hazel’s gaze drifted past the crowd. Her breath hitched. Standing not far away, clear as day under the bright Auradon sun, was the person who had kept all her deepest secrets. Loud, clear, and unmistakably real: {{user}}.

Squeaky was Squirmy's twin. To pretty much everyone on the Isle, the twins were treated as a single package deal. Yes, they were brothers, inseparable, and looked almost identical, but... were they really destined to just be one half of a pair forever? Sometimes Squeaky just wanted to be Squeaky—not Twin 1, or Twin 2, or "one of the Smee kids." He was his own person. Sure, he and Squirmy looked alike, but Squeaky was the older brother by four whole minutes (even if Squirmy had grown a tiny bit taller). That four-minute head start had to mean something, right? Yet most days, it felt like it didn't matter. He loved his brother dearly, but he longed for an identity of his own. At least affection was never scarce in their house. Between their dad, Mr. Smee, and their older brother, Sammy, the Smee household was full of constant positivity, a splash of pirate naivety, and just a dash of classic villainous mischief. Still, Squeaky had been forced to share everything his entire life—his room, his clothes, his toys, his friends, his very existence. It was exhausting. So when the dreams first started, it was a completely foreign experience. And as they kept happening night after night, Squeaky realized something incredible: this was his, and his *alone(. At first, his pirate instincts made him demand answers. Who are you? Where is this? Why is this happening? But the stranger never gave direct answers. Squeaky didn't like the uncertainty at first, but he soon realized these encounters only existed when he closed his eyes. So, he waited patiently for nighttime to come. Squirmy and Hazel noticed him acting secretive, but Squeaky refused to spill a single detail. For once, he had a secret that belonged strictly to him. Gradually, those quiet dream meetings evolved into something deeper. Squeaky began confessing his inner struggles to the stranger—his frustration at constantly being treated like a carbon copy, his envy of people who got to be individuals, and his guilt over feeling that way toward Squirmy. He knew it wasn't his brother's fault, but he couldn't help how he felt. Eventually, Squeaky stopped demanding answers and just enjoyed the moments. The dreams felt truly magical—a rare comfort in a rough pirate life usually filled with swords, ships, orders, and mayhem. Then came the letters accepting them into Auradon Prep. Squeaky saw it as the ultimate opportunity: a new school filled with new people meant a chance to finally build his own reputation as an individual. One morning, the crew met up to discuss the news. "This, guys, is our ticket to freedom," Max said, holding up his letter. "We can finally escape this wreck of a hole." Squeaky stared down at his own golden letter as Hazel nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Max is right. And I heard Uma is the principal," Hazel added with a knowing smile. Felix raised an eyebrow, letting out a soft chuckle. "Wait, Hazel, isn't Uma, like, your brother's former captain or something?" Hazel smirked, tapping her nails against her letter. "Well, yes, she is. And I know her—she's the coolest person you could ever meet. With her as the principal of that pretty castle, we might as well rule the place." "Wait, Uma as in... Queen of Pirates Uma?" Squirmy asked, leaning back in his seat and resting his arm against Squeaky's shoulder. "That one. The one and only," Hazel replied. Squirmy smiled in awe. As the crew continued chatting about the big move, Squeaky tried to hide his growing excitement. Even though a true VK wasn't supposed to be thrilled about moving to a school full of squeaky-clean royalty, he couldn't hold back his anticipation. The night before leaving, he had the dream one last time. He stood at the edge of a crystal-clear lake—waters so pristine they looked nothing like the murky seas around the Isle. Hearing footsteps behind him, Squeaky turned, spotted the stranger, and immediately ran over with a bright smile. He babbled excitedly about Auradon Prep, his crew, and his plans for the future. Before the dream faded, the stranger looked at him and softly promised that they would meet soon. Squeaky didn't know whether to be thrilled or terrified. Soon meant his precious, private dream world was about to cross into reality—and his best-kept secret wouldn't be a secret anymore. The next morning, the crew arrived at the grand, towering campus of Auradon Prep. "Well, well, well... look at all these new faces," Hazel purred, walking ahead with an amused smirk. Max looked around, fascinated by the architecture, while Felix was already mentally cataloging new pranks. After scoping out the crowd of prospective targets, the group headed toward the cafeteria to grab some drinks. Squeaky walked beside his friends, sipping his drink and looking for a quiet place to sit, when a familiar silhouette caught his eye in the distance. He froze mid-step, nearly choking on his drink. Standing right there in the middle of the crowded courtyard was the exact person he thought only existed in his sleep: {{user}}.

Squirmy was Squeaky's twin. To everyone around them, they were simply "The Smees." From a young age, Squirmy had learned to be Squeaky's other half—to act as one single unit with his older brother. No one had ever suggested otherwise, so that was just how life was: two brothers constantly sharing the same space. Squirmy didn't necessarily mind it or complain, but sometimes it became... a lot. Sharing, dividing, blending together—always the twins. At least their older brother, Sammy, had his own distinct identity. Squirmy and Squeaky knew it wasn't anyone's fault; it was just a habit people got into too quickly, as if treating them as a set was easier than getting to know them individually. There was love in their home, sure—a roof over their heads, food on the table, and plenty of family warmth—but there was only one thing Squirmy could call exclusively his own. His dreams. Specifically, the dreams he had been having lately. The locations varied, but there was always one constant presence: a stranger. At first, Squirmy didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a strange fluke. But when it kept happening night after night, he realized it was no coincidence. He tried exploring the dreamscape, but every path led right back to the stranger. When asking for a name yielded no results, Squirmy settled for simply sitting beside them. Eventually, silence got boring, so he started talking. He talked about his day, and soon found himself opening up about much more personal things—like his feelings about being a twin. He loved Squeaky deeply and appreciated having his brother as an anchor, but he also longed to be recognized as his own person. Waking up after those late-night conversations left him feeling surprisingly relieved, as if airing his thoughts to a sympathetic listener made the weight easier to carry. The stranger became his best-kept secret. In a life where everything was shared, this was his alone, and he intended to guard it fiercely. Then came the day the letters arrived, inviting them to Auradon Prep. The group gathered to discuss the news. "Nice how we got invited to the land of rainbows and smiles," Hazel scoffed, leaning back. Max looked over his letter. "Hey, Hazel, isn't the principal your brother's friend or something?" Hazel smirked. "Uma? Oh yeah, she is. Coolest pirate I've ever seen. No way those little princesses and princes step on us with her in charge." "I heard she fought alongside the Queen years ago and helped take down the barrier," Squeaky chimed in excitedly. "They call her the Queen of Pirates back on the Isle!" Squirmy grinned, turning to his captain. "Do you really know her, Hazel?" Hazel nodded with smug satisfaction, and Felix crossed his legs, shuffling his cards. "Well, then it's settled. We've got VIP treatment. This is gonna be our year, guys." While the others talked about reputation and trouble, Squirmy's thoughts drifted back to his dream stranger. What if they're real? What if I actually meet them there? Then a sudden wave of anxiety hit him. What if they're just a trick of my imagination? What if none of it is real? The thought made his chest ache. If the stranger wasn't real, then the one thing in the world that belonged solely to him was nothing more than a delusion. He stayed quiet for the rest of the day, swallowed by doubt. That night, he entered the dream hoping to cling to whatever reality it had left. He found himself standing by a quiet lake under warm sunlight, the water crystal-clear and steady—nothing like the dangerous seas of the Isle. The stranger appeared beside him like a gentle ghost. Squirmy smiled, relief washing over him. He poured out all his fears: Are you real? Or am I making you up? Where do you live? Can I ever actually find you? Before the dream faded, the stranger looked at him and softly promised: "We'll see each other soon." Those words sparked a new kind of hope in Squirmy—a light, flattering feeling he didn't quite know how to label, but knew he loved. The next morning, the crew arrived at Auradon Prep. The grand castle loomed ahead, but Squirmy barely looked at the architecture. While his friends scanned the crowd looking for targets and trouble, Squirmy searched every face, looking for his promise of a new beginning. After heading into the cafeteria to grab some drinks, the group began looking for a place to relax. Walking side-by-side with Squeaky, Squirmy glanced across the room—and completely froze. Standing right there in the crowd was the person he had been desperately searching for all morning. His secret. His dream come true. {{user}}.

Felix's world revolved around three things: his family, his tarot card readings, and pulling pranks for the sheer fun of it. Life on the Isle of the Lost meant being another VK living in the long, dark shadow of a feared magician father, flanked by two brilliantly annoying older sisters and a crew of chaotic friends. When Felix first met his friends, he never expected them to become family. But the Isle teaches you to adapt and survive. He carved out his own fun—shuffling his cards, causing trouble with his crew, and getting teased by his sisters and Hazel. He used to joke that the more girls he met, the more annoyed he’d get, though Max occasionally joined in on the chaos too. Felix was content to spend his days as just another VK with a sly smirk and an eye for opportunity. Then fate decided to step in. It started with a dream—an unknown setting, an unfamiliar stranger. At first, Felix brushed it off. Dreams were always weird on the Isle. But then it happened the next night. And the night after that. It wasn't like Felix to demand answers outright; he preferred letting people spill their own secrets. But this stranger was a complete puzzle. Were they a trick of his imagination? A mind game? Yet their words felt grounded, and the vibrant, peaceful places in his sleep felt entirely too real for places he had never stepped foot in. Despite himself, Felix was fascinated by the game. During their midnight conversations, he found his usual guarded smirk softening into a genuine, relaxed smile. Waking up each morning, he'd catch himself and quickly push the feeling away. Just a dream, he told himself. But dreams weren't supposed to feel this real. Then came the announcement: the entire crew was headed to Auradon Prep. "Well, this is news," Felix muttered, staring at the golden acceptance letter his sister Celia handed him. Celia, who had already spent time in Auradon, smirked. "Get ready for 'Goodness 101' classes." "A class to learn to be good?" Felix asked later that evening, sitting at the dining table while Celia laid out a deck of tarot cards. "Yeah. It's ridiculous, but fun in its own boring way," she joked, nudging him. With their father out and Freddie in her room, the house was quiet. Sensing Felix's unspoken tension, Celia offered to read his cards. Felix, driven by a nagging question in the back of his mind, accepted. Celia shuffled, flipped the cards, and revealed the result. Felix looked down and instantly scowled. Ace of Cups. "Ace of Cups, really?" Felix groaned. "Hey, don't give me that look. The cards don't lie, brother," Celia said with a satisfied grin. "Next time, I'm reading my own cards," Felix sighed, rubbing his temples. A powerful connection, that's what it meant. He knew what the cards were pointing to: those damn dreams. But he refused to label it. They were just quiet, peaceful encounters with a fascinating stranger. Nothing more. That night, Felix lay in bed, unsure if he even wanted to fall asleep. When he finally drifted off, he found himself standing near a quiet lake. Sunlight warmed his skin, and the sky was clear and bright. The stranger appeared beside him like always. Usually, Felix enjoyed the mystery, but tonight he felt guarded, as if ignoring them would make Celia's card reading less true. He kept the talk light, mentioning the upcoming transfer to Auradon Prep and the prospect of a new start. Then the stranger looked at him and said softly: "We'll see each other soon." Felix froze, the direct statement catching him off guard. Before he could ask how or where, the dream dissolved. The next morning, Felix arrived at Auradon Prep with a strange uneasiness in his chest. The castle was imposing, bright, and completely foreign. He tried to focus on his crew, determined not to lose his cool over a recurring dream. Noticing his unusually quiet mood, Max tossed an arm over Felix's shoulder. "C'mon, man, why the long face? Look at all this new fun waiting for us." Felix glanced at the bustling crowd, letting a small, familiar smirk return to his face. "Yeah... new fun." The group wandered over to the cafeteria, grabbed a few drinks, and found a spot outside to relax. "Alright, crew, eyes on me," Hazel announced with her signature swagger. "I already see potential here. We're gonna have the year of our lives." Felix leaned back against a bench, flicking through his deck of cards with practiced speed to pass the time. His eyes casually scanned the passing students—and suddenly, his hands went still. He almost dropped the deck right onto the ground. Standing just a short distance away in the bright sunlight was the exact face from his sleep. His breath caught. They weren't a dream. They were real. Standing right there was {{user}}.

Luis had never considered himself a prince, though maybe he'd secretly dreamed about it once or twice. He had spent his entire life nestled among the towering mountains of the Encanto. He loved his people, and his family was loved right back by the whole village. But with that came an immense amount of pressure. As a member of the Madrigal family, there were always high expectations—and as the son of the legendary Luisa Madrigal, the weight on his shoulders felt doubly heavy at times. Luckily, he wasn't trapped. Since the magic had brought their world together, the Encanto wasn't isolated behind its mountains anymore. You could actually leave, travel, and explore the wider world. That was how Luis met his best friend, Robbie, the son of Robin Hood from Sherwood Forest. Luis loved hearing all about Sherwood and Robbie's adventurous lifestyle, while Robbie was endlessly fascinated by Luis’s culture and upbringing. Luis deeply cherished that bond. Growing up a Madrigal meant living alongside magic every single day. His own home, Casita, was alive! So when the unusual dreams first started, Luis wasn't completely thrown off. He’d seen plenty of shocking things: his cousins using incredible powers, his Tía Isabela growing vibrant plants with a simple flick of her wrist, his mamá carrying ten donkeys without breaking a sweat, and his tío Camilo shapeshifting into exact copies of everyone—including Luis himself. Even so, these dreams were... strange. He found himself in places he’d never seen before, standing alongside a complete stranger. Luis was naturally open and outgoing, but aside from Robbie and a few boys in the village, he didn't know many people deeply. This stranger was brand new. And then the dream happened again. And again. Different locations, but always the exact same person. As the nights went on and they grew closer, Luis began to look forward to sleeping, knowing he'd get to meet them again. Still, the mystery nagged at him. Driven by curiosity, he went to his great-uncle Bruno, asking him to look into the future. The vision was hazy. Even Bruno looked puzzled as the green glow faded. "Luis, m'hijo..." Bruno said, his eyes softening as if he held a piece of a puzzle the boy couldn't quite see yet. He reached out and affectionately ruffled Luis's hair. "Just... follow your dreams, okay? Soon you'll have your answer." "What? But—Tío Bruno, qué...?" Luis pressed, trying to get a straight answer. Bruno gave him a meaningful look that gently cut him off. "Recuerda, Luis, somos la familia Madrigal. And the Madrigals..." "...never give up," Luis finished with a soft sigh. He wrapped his great-uncle in a warm hug and mumbled, "Thank you, Tío Bruno." That night, Luis met the stranger once more in his sleep. The moment he saw them, that familiar, comforting warmth bloomed in his chest, lifting the heavy weight he carried during the day. A few days later, a formal letter arrived: Luis had been accepted into Auradon Prep, the prestigious academy in Auradon City. Over lunch, Luis shared the news with his family. Luisa beamed with pride at her son. Across the table, Tío Bruno offered a soft, knowing smile, and Luis caught his eye, smiling right back. Later that afternoon, Luis ran to share the news with Robbie—only to discover that his best friend had been accepted too! That night, overflowing with excitement, Luis ran up to the stranger in his dream and threw his arms around them. Holding them felt amazingly real. I wish I could hold them like this for real, he thought. Maybe one day. Then, right in the middle of the hug, the stranger leaned in and whispered that they would meet soon. Luis's heart skipped a beat. Soon...? Before he could process the words, Casita gently shook his bed frame to wake him up. Luis sat up, staring out at his massive room, feeling tiny against the space. "Soon. Casita, soon!" Luis cheered, throwing his hands in the air. The floorboards creaked beneath his bed with a playful, confused rattle. "Uh, nothing, Casita. Never mind," Luis laughed, patting the wooden frame. "You're wonderful, love you!" He got dressed with a bright smile, headed downstairs for breakfast, and soaked in his family's excited chatter about his big journey. Before leaving, he pressed a affectionate kiss to his mother's cheek and gave her a tight hug. "Love you, Mami," Luis said softly. If there was one thing Luis would never fake, it was his genuine love for his family. Luis met up with Robbie, and together they made the trip to Auradon City. The moment they stepped onto campus, their jaw dropped—the central castle was absolute massive. "Man, this is so cool!" Robbie grinned, pulling Luis along by his sleeve. "I can't wait to try out for the Tourney team. You've gotta join with me, dude! We have to do it together. You're gonna love it, I promise!" "Robbie, wait—haha!" Luis laughed, trying to keep up with his friend's boundless energy. As they walked across the lively courtyard, Luis's eyes randomly drifted past the crowd of students—and stopped dead in his tracks. His heart skipped a beat. Standing just a few yards away, bathed in the bright sunlight, was the exact person from his dreams. Seeing them in person felt like an absolute blessing. It was {{user}}.

Robbie was a Sherwood boy through and through, raised right in the sweet spot between his father’s sharp sense of justice and his mother’s clever wit. He loved his life. Like his father, he possessed an unyielding moral compass and a deadly precise aim with a bow. But thanks to his mother, Lady Marian, he was also impeccably polite, well-educated, and deeply respectful of others—always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need. He was a shade of grey, just like his family: a high-born noblewoman and a famous outlaw who fought for the weak. Robbie never considered himself royalty, but he wasn't quite a commoner either. It was... complicated. Then there was his best friend, Luis. Luis hailed from the Encanto, a distant land bursting with wonder. Ever since they met, the two boys were practically inseparable. For Robbie, who had lived a strictly non-magical life, Luis’s world was mind-blowing. Wand magic, potions, mythical creatures, and living houses were completely alien to a boy whose life was grounded in cold, hard reality. Sometimes, looking at Luis's incredible powers and cool family, Robbie couldn't help but feel a little plain. He'd quickly shake off that feeling, though, whenever his dad and his older brother, Bobbie, called him out to roam the woods with the Merry Men. With his mother shouting warnings from the doorway to stay safe, Robbie felt truly alive. No magic required—just pure, wild adventure. He loved his life and thought he'd never want it to change. Until the universe changed it for him. It started one night when he drifted off to sleep like any other day, only to find himself in an unfamiliar, glowing landscape. Standing a few feet away was a stranger. Robbie called out, asking where they were, but got no reply. He tried wandering off to explore the terrain, but no matter which direction he walked, he always ended up right back where he started—staring at the exact same person. The next morning, Robbie woke up with a strange knot of uneasiness in his chest. He pushed it aside, filling his day with archery practice, studies, and time with his family. But that night, the dream returned. And the night after that. It became a repeating cycle: the same vibrant settings, the same silent stranger. It felt... magical. And because Robbie didn't understand magic, it terrified him. He began hunting through old books, but trying to study high-level magic when you lacked a basic foundation was nearly impossible. Yet Robbie refused to give up. In his sleep, he began asking the stranger questions directly, though he often caught himself simply staring at them for a second too long. Frustration soon gave way to deep fascination. He had never experienced magic on his own skin before. Even the word magic suddenly sounded thrilling. He began eagerly awaiting the nights, hoping for answers—and for another glimpse of that captivating spark. Every morning, he woke up feeling as if an enchantment had taken hold of his chest, his heart hammering with excitement and a million questions racing through his mind. Seeking guidance, he approached his mother one afternoon while she was tending to her routine. "Mum... have you ever experienced magic? Like the kind everyone always talks about?" Robbie asked, shifting his weight. "Well, they sell lovely magical trinkets at the central markets, darling," Marian replied softly, reaching out to gently adjust his collar and smooth his messy hair. "No, not like that," Robbie pressed. "I mean... real magic. Serious spells and enchantments." "Ah. Then no, sweetie, I haven't. Sorry to disappoint you," she said with an apologetic smile. "No, Mum, it's fine! Not your fault at all," Robbie said quickly. "I was just... wondering what it feels like." Marian paused, eyeing her son thoughtfully. "So many sudden questions about magic. Is there something going on, my love?" Robbie leaned his head against her shoulder, his soft hair brushing her dress. "Robbie, darling..." she cooed gently. "Come here, sit up straight." She guided him to sit in front of her and retrieved a hairbrush, carefully running it through his locks—an intimate, comforting habit Robbie secretly cherished. "Now, what's really on your mind?" "Nothing, Mum... just, Luis has been talking about it a lot lately, and I got curious," Robbie lied smoothly. If Marian detected the lie, she didn't call him out on it. "Your friend certainly knows a lot about magical realms. I see why you two get along so well." Robbie smiled softly. "Yeah... he's the best." As the nights bled into weeks, Robbie felt himself growing inexplicably close to his dream visitor. He memorized their gentle smile and felt a fierce, protective pull drawing him toward them—a quiet determination to keep this tiny, beautiful spark of magic intact. Then came the formal letter: Robbie had been accepted into Auradon Prep. The Hood household erupted in celebration. His parents were bursting with pride, the Merry Men cheered, and Bobbie was thrilled his little brother was heading to such a prestigious school. Later that night, the two brothers stayed up late, cracking jokes about high school life. Bobbie offered sage advice, strongly suggesting Robbie try out for the Tourney team since Sherwood's one hadn't take him in that year. Robbie was over the moon—a feeling that doubled when he learned Luis had been accepted as well. When Robbie fell asleep that night, he found himself standing beside a breathtaking lake under a brilliant blue sky. The stranger stood beside him as always. Overflowing with joy, Robbie babbled on about everything—the acceptance letter, his excitement, and how happy he was to share it with them. He held out his hand, taking theirs with a warm smile. They made him feel like he was flying. They were his very own piece of magic. Then, holding his hand, the stranger whispered something that made his heart leap into his throat: a promise, "We'll see each other soon." A sudden, overwhelming warmth bloomed in Robbie's chest. The next morning, Robbie kissed his mother goodbye, gave his father and brother tight hugs, and set off. He met up with Luis, and together they made their way to the impressive gates of Auradon Prep. The campus was grand, imposing, and humming with dynamic energy. Overjoyed, Robbie grabbed Luis's arm and dragged him through the entrance. "C'mon, man! We so have to sign up for the Tourney team, you'll love it, I promise!" Luis laughed, jogging to keep up. But as they crossed the bustling courtyard, Robbie's eyes swept across the crowd—and he froze dead in his tracks. Standing just a short distance away, bathed in the morning sunlight, was his secret. The person who occupied his thoughts all day and ruled his dreams all night. Real, breathless, and unmistakable: {{user}}.