The Never-Ending Wedding
The Royal Wedding Rewrite where the Isle kids are feral.
Made together with @hannahhook7744 ♥♥♥
***Audrey Rose***
It’s only a week to the Royal Wedding, and things are getting a bit over Audrey’s head: Not only was she volunteered to plan the entire occasion, instead of, you know, the future queen herself, or even Jane, but the pirates simply will not listen to her. Or, and that might be the worse option, they will listen and then disregard her well meant crash course in etiquette anyway.
Audrey thinks she might get an aneurysm in that case.
Well, she would be surprised to survive the wedding intact anyway, what with Queen Mal and her grandmother and the assembled Isle kids, but hey. She doesn’t even care anymore.
„Shut up, you low-lifes!“ Uma disciplines her crew with what passes as affection if Audrey closes both of her eyes, „And let the princess speak!“
And even if their Captain’s words wouldn’t shut the crew up, Harry’s dark glare certainly would. It‘s kind of impressive, really.
Audrey stops staring at the pair and nods a quick thank you towards them.
„As I was saying,“ she picks up her abandoned train of thoughts, „This is The Royal Wedding. The event of the decade, if not century. A certain behavior is expected from you.“
Ivy de Vil politely raises her hand like a true elegant lady and asks: „Is it arson?“
…Audrey doesn’t know what she expected.
„Ivy!“ Uma scolds her crewmate, „It’s not arson, it never is!“
The pirates facepalm, CJ outright pouts, and Ivy scoffs: „Well, yeah. But they should know better than that by now, really.“
Audrey can’t say she disagrees, and judging by Uma’s expression, she doesn‘t completely disagree either.
But that doesn’t matter, because Audrey spent far too much time on the decorations to let Ivy or CJ even touch it.
„No arson,“ she says as firmly as she can, which is very firmly, apparently, because the pirates calm down, and when Audrey glances up, she sees Harry nodding approvingly. Nice.
Anyway.
„No arson,“ she repeats, „No explosions. No assassinations, no poisonings at the reception. If you want to fight, take it outside.“
Why must they all pout at her? Including Harry and Uma? It’s making this whole deal a bit distracting, thank you for checking in.
The brief silence is cracked by Bonny, leaning forward with slightly manic expression in her face:
„And if we want to fight the Beast?“
Beside her, Desiree, CJ and Gonzo nod eagerly and neither the Captain nor the first mate look too put out by the prospect either, and, you know what, Audrey doesn’t have the energy for this.
„Take it outside,“ she states blankly, unfazed when Bonny pumps her fist in the air and CJ practically screeches. That’s normal.
„Now, to get to the more formal side of things–“ Audrey gracefully ignores Uma staring daggers at her crew and quickly breezes through a few very basic etiquette requirements, to which no one is paying attention anyway. Harry pipes up once to remind his little sister that contrary to what she might believe, the dining napkins are not to be used as garottes.
At this point, Audrey would like to point out that she doesn’t think that CJ has received an invitation. As well as a few other pirates, maybe? But Audrey feels safer not pointing that out. Ever.
A sudden thought crosses her mind:
„Now, and I cannot stress it enough, it's a ring bearER, not a ring bear. Please, do NOT bring any wild animals to the royal wedding. The queen is quite enough to manage, thank you.“
Uma snickers, which causes Harry to cackle and that causes Audrey to lose her thoughts again. Fuck.
Where was she?
She clears her throat and finally manages to pull her thoughts together.
„Right, next up, the bride. She will be wearing a traditional white dress, and she will be the only one in white, got it? We do not show up in white. We do not try to one-up the bride, however tempting that might be.“
(Audrey would so love to show up in a way better dress than Mal, but unfortunately, she was brought up better than that. Yes, she regrets it on a daily basis.)
Either way, the pirates laugh, and Ivy de Vil pouts. Audrey doesn’t want to even think about that.
She continues:
„We do not try to one-up the groom either. And I’m looking at you, Harry.“
He has the freaking audacity to take a slight bow and wink at her as he says „Can’t promise anything, princess,“ and Audrey forgets to breathe for a second.
She chokes on air immediately after, when Gil confusedly asks why not. It wouldn’t be that difficult promise to give, would it now?
Audrey lets Chad deal with that one.
She continues to describe the ceremony and then the first dance:
„The first dance is for the enamored couple only,“ she says, „Savvy?“
…Hey, she picked that up from Harry and it’s shorter than any alternative! Besides, Uma and Harry have the crew so drilled that they straighten their backs and nod as soon as they hear that word, which is honestly good enough for Audrey.
She looks over at Uma and Harry to see if she has forgotten anything, because even as she feels pretty confident that she covered everything, the two know their crew way better, anyway.
And really, they add their own comments, either too outlandish or too simple for Audrey to think of them:
„Do not steal anything.“
„Especially not the wedding rings.“
„You do get a pass at queen Leah’s jewelry, though.“
…Has Audrey mentioned that the two have picked up a bit of vendetta against her grandmother yet?
„And if you do steal anything, remember to share.“
„Harry!“
„What? Am I wrong, love?“
„…Fine.“
„You heard the Captain, noble swindlers, the royal jewels besides the wedding rings are free real estate as long as you go by the pirate code!“
Audrey still doesn’t know what the pirate code exactly is, and at this point, she is too afraid to ask.
Uma tepidly argues back.
She has a feeling that the royal wedding will be more of an occasion that she anticipated, though.
„Oh, speaking of which. If you want to ask too personal questions-“
„Like deadly allergies or treasury security-“
„-Yes, like that, get them sufficiently drunk before. Yes, that goes for freakishly detailed questions about familiar anamnesis too, Marya.“
Marya pouts.
„And Claudine?“
„Yes?“
„If you see something your father wouldn't agree with, figuratively bite your tongue and remind yourself that your father is a fucking cultist that fully deserves the keelhaul treatment. Yeah?“
„Got it,“ Frollo’s daughter with too bright eyes nods, and yes.
It will certainly be way more interesting.
***Evie***
"Okay, so does everyone remember what they're supposed to do?" Evie asked, both excited and exasperated after an hour of lecturing Mal, Jay, and Carlos on what to do and what not to do at a wedding. While also silently hoping that not giving the same talk to their AK friends wouldn't come back to bite her.
"Jane and I are to keep Diego from running late and doing anything stupid while he helps Hadie get ready for the wedding" Carlos chimed in from the laptop, looking bored. Tired of the conversation.
"And?" Evie prodded, hands on her hips.
"I am to not give Diego and Doug any ideas about what songs to play at the reception, wedding, and after party" the younger boy sighed, pouting slightly.
"Jay?"
"I am to welcome the guests in an appropriate manner."
"Which means?"
"No swearing or back handed compliments, and no stealing shit in plain sight."
"Mal?"
Mal looked very, very annoyed– almost like a feral cat– as she replied "I am not to insult or pick fights with anyone. Especially not Ben's parents. Or spit out food even if it tastes gross."
She was far too tired from the lecture to be freaking out about the whole thing.
Evie smiled, pleased before turning to Dizzy– Who was the flower girl. "And what is the rule for everyone, Diz?"
Dizzy sat up, beaming bright. Nearly knocking over Anthony who was writing something down that Evie dearly hoped wasn't another drinking game. The isle kids almost got alcohol poisoning last time they played one of those.
"No insulting the gods and goddesses– especially not Eris–, no climbing on anything, no biting or scratching anyone, no stabbing or shooting or hitting anyone, and under no circumstances should we start a food fight–"
Evie put a hand up, smiling. "Good. Celia?"
Celia looked like she'd rather be anywhere else. "No conning people or eating the wedding cake before Mal cuts into it. And no telling scary stories to the Smee twins or convincing them the opposite way to do things as a joke."
Evie clapped "perfect! Now does everyone remember what time they need to show up?"
Everyone answered all at once.
"8:00 am"
"6:00 am"e
"8:00 pm"
"4:30 pm"
Evie sighed.
It was gonna be a long couple of days.
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Disney Descendants : Scene from the Isle of The Lost
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Her mother was a famous beauty in a land of famous beauties, and so it was only to be expected that Princess Audrey, daughter of Aurora, was gifted with the same lilting voice, lovely thick hair, swan-like neck, and deep, dark eyes that could drown a prince in their warm embrace.
Like a kitten scenting catnip—or perhaps like an isle of banished former villains sensing magic—a young prince could hardly be expected to resist such sparkly, dimpled charms. In point of fact, Princess Audrey, like her mother before her, was exactly the sort of princess who gave princesses their rather princessy reputation—right down to her very last perfect curl and the last crystal stitched into her silken gown.
And so it was to Princess Audrey that Prince Ben went the next day, to lick his wounds and seek some comfort after the disastrous meeting of the King’s Council—like the discouraged, catnip-seeking kitten he was.
“It’s such a mess,” he told her as they walked around the garden of the “Cottage,” as Aurora and Phillip’s grand castle was nicknamed after King Hubert had declared that the forty-room palace was a mere starter home for the royal newlyweds. “Starter home?” Aurora had said. “What are you possibly imagining that we’ll start? A shelter for homeless giants?” The king had not been pleased to hear it, but Aurora was a simple girl and had lived as Briar Rose for eighteen years of her life in an actual cottage in the woods, so she found the castle more than spacious enough for her family. (And at least one or two stray passing giants.)
“So what happens now?” Audrey asked, looking perfectly charming with a flower in her hair. Naturally, it happened to match the silken lining of her dusty-rose bodice. “Surely even a prince can’t be expected to do everything right the very first time he tries?”
Easy for you to say, Ben thought.
A dove alighted on Audrey’s shoulder, cooing sweetly. Audrey lifted one pale-pink nail, and the dove nuzzled her gentle fingertip. Ben found himself looking around for the royal portraitist.
Ben sighed.
Somehow, even the sight of his beautiful girlfriend wasn’t enough to lift the prince’s somber mood. “Dad says I have to hold another meeting to fix it. He’s disappointed, of course, and he’s had to send conciliatory gift baskets of his favorite cream cakes to everyone who was there, so he’s not in the best mood. You know how much he likes his cream cakes.”
“Frosted or unfrosted?” Audrey asked. “And with currants or chocolates?”
“Both kinds,” Ben said, sighing again. “More than a dozen each. Mom thinks it’s the only way to make peace, although Dad was kind of annoyed to give away so many of his favorite treats.”
“They are rather good.” Audrey smiled. “And everyone does love cake.”
Ben wished Audrey could be more understanding, but her life had been charmed from the beginning as the pampered princess of two doting parents—especially Aurora, who been separated from her own mother and forced to spend her formative years in a fairy foster home, under the threat of a deadly curse. “My daughter will never know anything but love and beauty and peace and joy,” Aurora had declared. And she had meant it. So it wasn’t hard to see now why Audrey couldn’t understand how Ben could ever disappoint his parents. She never had.
And she never will, he thought.
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