The Disney characters now have their genders reversed. But the question is, can you win their hearts?

MC Re-Incarnated into multiple Disney Universes. Simple right?

i do not own mcu or marvel or  disney or sony disney or the cover

"I just can't believe my parents would do this to me." Natasha said as she cried in front of her best friend.  Sallie came to her house very quickly and came to Natasha.  She hugged her heartbroken friend and Natasha talked about the incident yo Sallie with more details.  

"This certainly isn't fair. You're just 16. You got a lot more things ahead in life.  Graduating high school,  college and job.  You've got to create a massive path for your future.  But they ruined it by marrying you off to Damien Watson. I can't deny that Damien is one hot guy.  Many women want to spend the rest of their lives with him."

"Yes. That Damien guy.  Does he even have brains or common sense? He knew his parents were marrying off him to me.  He could stop it but no.  He just stood there like a rock.  He could do something earlier. But no.  I wonder why people call him a gentleman." Natasha was black with rage. She simply didn't understand why Damien didn't object for the wedding.  

"Dear,  we don't know what is going on in his head.  Maybe he isn't interested in the marriage but he was forced by his parents.  We  don't know the whole truth." Sallie paused and continued. "You know what?  We've had enough of this talk.  Lets just watch a movie to keep you relaxed." Natasha nodded at Sallie and got up from her bed and got her laptop. She returned to lie down on her bed and decided to watch some Disney movies. Disney movies would always calm Natasha and Sallie whenever they get upset. And after 3 Disney movies(Mulan, Tarzan and Peter Pan), Natasha was feeling better. 

Natasha did not speak with her parents for a week.  She was still mad at them. Whenever they tried talking to her, she leaves the place immediately. She also never speak to the Watsons.  Both these sides were the reason her future would be crumbling down.  

In school,  Natasha was bullied by Taylor.  "What wrong Natasha? Too bad you don't have a guy by your side.  Wait,  who wants to be with you?  You're just a sore loser,  no one wants to be near you." That was what Taylor would say.  But Natasha would stay silent although she wanted to beat up Taylor into a pile of flesh. She didn't need more problems in her life.  

It was a few weeks before her marriage with Damien.  The wedding would take place in a church near her home and she would move in with Damien in his house after the wedding.  The wedding was going to be private as only the nuclear families of the Giroux and Watsons would be there.  Natasha requested Sallie to be present and she accepted the invitation.  The wedding dress was chosen.  A lace A line dress with a sweetheart neckline.  Natasha looked really beautiful in the dress but she didn't feel joyful at all. Her freedom was going to come to an end. She didn't know the character of her future husband. Was he going to be violent or caring?  Would he lock her in his house and let her live her life as usual? She was worried by this thoughts.

One Saturday,  Natasha was bored after reading a novel so she called Sallie to meet her up at the mall. Natasha got changed into a black crop top and knee length red skirt and straightened her hair.  She was driven to the mall by her driver and as soon as she reaches the mall,  she saw her best friend waiting at the entrance.  

Natasha and Sallie went into the mall and looked at some jewellery and clothing.  Then,  they went to a bookstore in the mall. Natasha was fascinated with a leather diary which was displayed on one of the book racks and wanted to buy it. 

"But,  Natasha... You've got a lot of empty books in your house."

"I have used them all, Sallie.  For notes in school.  At times,  I use them for revision."

"Why are you so desperate to buy this diary?"

"I'm going to get married soon,  Sallie. I'm gonna leave my single life behind. I really want to write down my feelings and remember those memories I had in the past after the wedding. And I've got a feeling that this book would help me do so." Sallie could just look at her friend with pity. Natasha was a very quiet girl by nature but she's very fun with those close to her.  She was loyal and honest and you would always see her smiling no matter what problem had arised in her life.  But now,  this issue was a burden too heavy to be loaded on Natasha's  shoulders. Natasha was not her jovial self anymore.  She would feel gloomy and get lost in thought.  Teachers have been chilling her for that.  Sallie would not forget that Queen Bee Taylor also called her best friend 'Satan' for God knows why in the first place. At first,  Natasha souls just roll her eyes and walk away.  Now,  she saw tears forming in Natasha's eyes whenever the bully insulted her.  

Natasha paid for the diary and they walked around the mall.  They had lunch and watched a movie in the cinema.  When dusk was arriving,  both friends left to their homes. Natasha could do nothing about what was going to happen.  She sat on her bed and closed her eyes and began to pray. 

"Oh God.  I've always prayed to you to get whatever I wished for.  Now,  I realise that not everything comes true.  I'm still studying in school but I'm getting married soon.  Why do I have to go through this?  What sin have I committed in my life?  Is it because I'm a coward?  I know I can't stop the wedding from taking place but I really want you to fulfill this one wish of mine.  I want a good life after my marriage.  I don't want to be miserable and end up living like a living corpse." Tears rolled down her cheeks as she prayed hard.  Then,  she laid down on her bed and drifted to sleep.

Natasha Giroux was beyond shock when her parents arranged her marriage with 21 year old Damien Watson, at the age of 16! Damien was a good looking guy but Natasha was not interested.  They never talked to each other during the first days after their marriage. Follow up with this story to find out about Natasha and Damien's relationship.

"For the post of students' council treasurer,we have Reginald Baxter and Catherine Santa Maria. For the post of students' council secretary we have Adelaide Page, Charlotte Fitzgerald and Jameson Rolland. Also nominated for the post of student council welfare manager we have Eleanor Estella Skinner, Sulaimon Hussein Manuel and Derek Creek. For the post of student council spokesperson and representative elect which was chosen from students with great oratory skills we have Audi Johanna Joby. We nominate Johanna Rusten, Ronaldo Da Vinci, Alvira Loxardez". She paused for a while. "Finally for the candidates we have all been waiting for,we have three candidates for the post of students' council president this year. The nominations were made close door. The criteria are that the candidates write an essay to declare their intentions to run after which we checked their past academic and behavioral records. We have finally decided on three worthy candidates for the post of class president,the candidates are Dayton Rhys, Kimberley McAdams and Barbara Marvel Jesus". 
Ryan ran towards me and hugged me. 
"Congratulations". 
"Thank you". 
We all hugged and congratulated each other. 
"Angie,don't be like this". Reggie said to Angie.  
"Whatever". She came closer and hugged Reggie and Rhyme. "I am celebrating with you both only". 
Ryan laughed and forced her to hug her. 
"Come on,come on. Don't be stubborn". He said invitingly. "Come to daddy". 
We all laughed at Ryan's last statement. 
"Pervert". Angie reprimanded. "Does that mean you are stepping down?". She asked me. 
"I already told Mr Steele that I was contesting". 
"You can still back out". Reggie said. 
"The criterion for nomination goes thus".
Mrs Justice said after a few minutes. "For the post of students' council representative and spoke person elect,the student was chosen as a result of her great oratory skills and her vast experience in public speaking. For other posts except that of the class president we based their nomination on their interest in the position, academic excellence,past behavior records and teacher's opinion. The nominations for the post of the class president was based on the essay which was written by the candidates to declare their intentions,their past academic records, their leadership traits, attendance record and the opinion of selected members of the school administration. It's important that I inform all candidates that it is yet another criterion that each candidate belongs to at least one club so I advise every candidate to join a club on or before Wednesday when the final nomination results will he pasted on the bulletin board. The manifestos and campaign can begin as soon as the nomination list is pasted and stops on Thursday the 31st of September. Elections are on the 1st of October and results will be announced the same day. Congratulations once again to the successful candidates and to all other students as this is your opportunity to exercise your franchise and vote your preferred candidates". 
We had lunch together went to our various classes afterwards. 
"Congratulations". Disney said to me in English class.
"Thanks". I smiled. 
"Hey,psst". Kim whistled to Disney. 
"What?". Disney asked. 
"Do not congratulate her,she is an enemy". Kim whispered. 
We were writing an essay on the advantages of arts over science. The teacher was a very strict person so no one was allowed to talk in her class. 
"Sorry". Disney whispered back to Kim. 
I felt like I was on top of the world that day. I got nominated for editor in chief and also for class president. I imagined myself winning both elections,it would really help realize my ambition of getting the scholarship. Nothing could ever spoil my mood that day,well except for a boring English class. I wanted to leave the class very badly. An idea popped into my head almost immediately,I stood up and walked to the teacher. 
"Uhm, Mrs Mullins". I said. 
"WHAT?". She screamed at me and banged the table. 
"I need to go the toilet really fast". 
What?". She screamed less louder now. 
"It's that time of the month". I said quietly. 
"Is this your first time?". She moved her head closer and whispered. I laughed in my mind.
"No but it's flowing so much". 
"Oh". She hesitated. "Go use the toilet quick". 
"Thanks". 
"Infact take the class off". 
I was very happy but I hid my happiness so as not to arouse her suspicion. I walked to my seat and packed my books. 
"Hey,new girl". She called me back as I walked past her table. 
"Yes ma". I hoped she hadn't realized that I was lying to her. 
"Do you have a tampon?". She whispered. 
"Yes ma'am". I lied. 
"Ok". 
I walked out of the class and headed upstairs to the counselor's office. 
_________________________
*Knock*
"Who is it?". 
"Barbara Jesus". 
"Come in". 
I walked in. 
"If it isn't one of Duncan's latest politicians". She teased and I smiled. 
"Congratulations". She shook my hand. 
"Thank you ma". I courtesied and sat down. 
"What brings you here if I may ask,I hope you are not here to solicit for my support because I am not allowed to be biased". 
"Not at all ma. I came to see if you could help me adjust my subject combinations". 
"Yes,I was expecting that. You see Barbara you have an extremely perfect record from your past schools from elementary down to high school". 
"How do you know that?". I was surprised at how much information she had. 
"Your mum is my friend remember?". 
"Yeah right". 
"In this school we have a good academic standards and have won several awards prior to this. In actual fact we are looking forward to being the best school in the nation and we hope to get that award this year. This is why we never accept new students in our final year classes. Of course your mum is a good friend of mine but that's not enough reason to accept you,we had to check all your past records and believe me it was perfect. I am proud of you I must say. Perfect attendance,good grades and even a letter from your past principal". 
"Principal Reed?". I was surprised. 
"Yes". 
"Wow,you are very digging". 
"It's why I kept this job for ten years". She hesitated. "Where were we?". 
"I was talking about my subject combinations". 
"Yeah, what's wrong with it?". 
"I want to add more subjects". 
"You have enough already besides you are way ahead of most of your mates". 
"It's not enough for me". 
"I think it is". 
"Then I will like to replace one of the subjects". 
"That is much better. What subject do you want to replace". 
"I want to replace Physical education with Trig". 
"No Barbara". 
"Why not". 
"You see while going through your records,I realized that although you have a great academic record you are lagging in sports and that is why I decided to add it to your subject combinations". 
"I have every right to offer as much as nine subjects". I protested. 
"Fine,suit yourself but don't say I didn't warn you". 
"I want Biology and Trig added to my schedule". 
"Your wish is my command". She typed something in her computer and printed a new schedule for me. "I will speak to the teachers to see if they have room for one more till then you will continue with your old schedule. I will let you know as soon as I fit you into this classes". 
"I could speak to the teachers myself". I was getting impatient. 
"You can but let me handle it". 
"You probably have a lot on your hands". 
"Yes but.....". 
"I will see to it after all it's my education at stake here". 
"I understand your impatience". She said calmly and rested her head. "The scholarships' form won't be coming in until a few months and colleges don't look into your grades this soon either". 
"I need to be on a safer side". 
"Yes you do but I'll advise you take things gently so you don't end up hurting yourself. With all the efforts you have made,you are sure to get a scholarship". 
"Thanks but can I leave now?". I hated that she knew so much about me. It made me feel insecure. 
"Sure you can. Expect to hear from me soon". 
"Don't bother,I will talk to the teachers myself". I walked out of her office and slammed the door. 
*BANG*

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MUCH LOVE FROM THE AUTHOR

*Alexa's POV*

I woke up to the birds chirping.

Stretching, I forced myself out of bed and stumbled into my bathroom getting ready for a shower.

Once showering and putting a tight a t-shirt that had pockets on, I put mh little paper and pen inside of it.

Today I was going to examine each and every one of my stepbrothers well.

Then I attempted to make my way to the kitchen for breakfast.

The problem was, I did not know my way.

I looked left and right, like I was crossing a road while walking.

Why so?

Well, mostly in Wattpad stories the main character gets herself bumped into-

Ouch.

I rubbed my nose and looked up to see a tall figure.

I had to step back to see who it was.

"Watch where you're going, besides, you aren't supposed to be here," Blake hissed.

I shrugged, pretending not to care, trying to convince myself that he is actually warm in heart.

I had done this so many times while reading books, I never thought it would be this hard in real life.

"I got lost, didn't know where I was allowed to go and not," I managed to mumble. My shyness still hadn't gone away.

Blake narrowed his eyes before harshly grabbing my hand and dragging me somewhere.

After walking through a few hallways that I had recognized from yesterday.

We stopped by the stairs, Blake pulled me in front of him and pushed me down each step like I couldn't walk by myself.

Before I knew it, we were in the the dining room.

All my other brothers were sitting there on one side of the table.

I wondered to where I was to be sitting when I saw Emilia attempting to do puppy eyes. 

Chuckling a bit, I walked to the seat next to hers, which was on the end of the table, and sat down.

Usually I would be asking what my breakfast would be, but I couldn't get words out of my mouth. It was going to take some time for my shyness to go away.

A sandwich was placed in front of me by Will, I gave him a small smile which he returned warmly.

My mum cleared her throat,"We are going to start our trips today!"

I nodded in order to say 'cool.'

"I hope you haven't unpacked yet," she said to me.

If I ever unpack, just know that there's something wrong with me a d I need to go to the mental hospital straight away.

"Good," Mum carried on after reading my expression,"We are going to Florida this afternoon, to go to Disney land."

Emilia jumped up and down in her seat next to me.

I only cared about one thing,"Are they coming?" I pointed at my stepbrothers.

Everyone in the room gave me the weird look.

"No, they aren't," Uncle Charles said.

"Fine," I concluded,"I'm staying here then."

"No," Mum said sternly,"You're coming with us, you can't stay with them."

"Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"Because you will be missing out! We're paying so much money on this trip!" Her voice was getting louder, I knew I was taking it too far.

"If you care about how much moneywe are spending in this trip more than fami-!"

"Lexa, enough!" She shouted.

"No! What would I even do at Disney land? I'm literally scared of most of the things there. I think I'd rather spend time with my family whom I will only be seeing for two months!"

"Alexa-!"

But the both of us were interrupted from our argument,"She can stay Susan."

It was dad, a smile sprung onto my face.

"What?" Mum asked looking outrageous.

"Clearly her heart wants to be here, if we forcefully take her, she won't enjoy the trip and be a mood spoiler," He said.

'Mood spoiler.'

I was used to being called this, and it was true. If I was angry, I would shout for no reason and get annoyed at little things, and that would spoil everyone's mood.

"Fine," Mum said. 

I started squealing, I got up from my chair and tightly hugged them both.

"How long will you be gone for?" O then asked.

They looked at each other,"Well... We were planning to go to New York, Los Angeles and Miami after Florida... So we will be gone for the rest of these two months and come back three days before we leave."

I shrugged,"Okay.. I'll miss you though."

"I'll miss you too," The both of them said.

It's currently 6 months since I've been pregnant it has it's ups and downs but it's fantastic, I hate going to the clinic but after hearing all the good news it's so worth it.

Now here I am getting ready to visit my sonographer to find out the sex of the baby, Clarke and I was thinking of keeping it a surprise but I just cannot the anticipation is killing me.

"You ready babe?" Just a minute I'm trying to zip the zipper of my dress but it just won't zip, ugh!! 

"Your just too cute let me help me" walking over towards him with a pout he begun zipping up the zipper.

After I finished getting dressed I take one last look of my appearance, I was dressed in a knee length baby blue dress, while flat shoes, me hair was in a bun, and my makeup was considered of lip gloss and mascara.

Clarke was dressed in blue ripped jeans, white and navy blue button down dress shirt, white Adidas shoes, his brown hair was trimmed in a low cut, he also wore a black digital wrist watch. He was dashing as ever.

"Amelia it's 30 minutes after 10 and our appointment is at 11:00, we are going to miss it if you keep staring at me like that" I'm ready no jeez hold your horse's I said with a light chuckle.

Arriving at Doctors office I was told to wait in the waiting room by the receptionist, after 15 minutes of waiting "I heard the receptionist announced that the sonographer is ready to see me and I should go down the corridor and stopped at room 11".

Knocking the door at room 11 I heard a voice said "come in", making my way inside I sitted in the chair while clarke remained standing beside me, after giving all my information about the pregnancy he led me to a door attached to this one.

"Can you lift the dress so I can apply the gel" after lifting the dress he gave me a white towel to hid the lower part of my body. After he applied the gel he begun searching for the baby.

After showing me body parts of the baby he asked "if we were ready to know the sex of  the baby?" Yeah clarke said because I was on the brink of tears to even get a word out.

"Congratulations it's a girl" I don't know what came over me but all I knew was that tears begun falling from my eye's, "do you hear that babe it's a girl, we're having a beautiful girl" clarke whispered in my ears.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

It was late a July when Clarke on I begun working on the nursery, it was decorated in pink with disney characters on the wall, in the room was a small princess bed, in the right corner was a small white closet, a dresser draw was placed infront the bed, and over to the left was a small book shelf filled with Disney books.

The nursery was beautiful, just for a princess and my baby was indeed a princess, walking over towards her dresser draw I begun to fold all her clothes which I've purchased a few days ago.

They were beautiful some in pink, white, gray, red you name it, after finishing folding I make my way to the door, standing in the door frame. It's it just beautiful I muttered with my hand on my swollen stomach.

Walking in the sitting room I saw clarke watching the game where I walked over towards him, "Hey are you okay?"

Yeah just feeling tired, I can't wait until she's here I love her so much babe, "I know babe, I can't wait until her arrival, come here watch the game with me".

Pouting at him I said you know I don't like watching sport's it's just not my cup of tea, talking about tea babe can we watch if loving you is wrong and I'm going to need a tub of cookie and cream Ice cream I finished while giving my best puppy eye's.

"You know you don't have to give me those adorable puppy eye's for me to fetch you your favourite Ice cream" he said while chuckling.

After getting my tub of Ice cream (yay me) I started watching my movie while cuddling up in clarke arm's.

It all started the day I've received news from my doctor informing me about my pregnancy.

Chapter 41: Business Man

He really needed a secretary. He suppose he could hire Belle, but he knew he'd get way too distracted recreating the movie Secretary with her to actually have her do work. Besides, time together as master and servant had told him enough that it wouldn't be a good fit.

And he didn't trust anyone in the wizarding world. That was for sure. After he had bought out the bank—with some blackmail and good old fashion gold—he had to put half of the goblin staff doing heinous things like cleaning toilets and working in the mail room.

And he had to cut through all that nasty tape through the Rothenberg Convention of 1615 that was suppose to give goblins prime banking rights from wizards of this world. It was a good thing that he wasn't from this wizarding world. But it made hiring upper management difficult. Of course, that didn't mean the situation was hopeless, just complicated.

That and on top of some run-ins with less than enthused customers. He had really had a hell of a day.

Things probably wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't have to deal with that insufferable blonde man. Who was now snail guts on his walking stick—souvenir from said guy.

Such a nice walking stick, but it had belonged to such a foul human.

Gold frowned as he thought about the temper tantrum that Lucius Malfoy threw when he went into his office. Really, Gold was just going to scare the crap out of him and let him in. That was until he threw a curse that smelled like dark magic.

Of course, being hit by the curse didn't effect him at all. If anything it made him stronger. Dark magic fed from more dark magic.

But that's when things got really bad.

"Bloody hell," Malfoy said.

Rumple shook his head using this opportunity to summon the wizard's wand into his hand. "Seriously, a dark curse, dearie."

"You're not a muggle then." The man said.

"Astute." Rumple replied controlling his face to be impassive. Which was really hard because stupidity just oozed out of this wizard, and stupidity amused Rumple.

"Now, if you please, tell me why you threw dark magic on me."

"I should be asking the questions." The blonde man said.

"You threw a curse at me. I have your magic stick, I think it's the other way around." Gold said. "Is this how you normally do business?"
The wizard turned into a bright shade of crimson. It really did not go well with his bright white blonde hair.

Rumple shook his head. "You look upset, dearie. That's not a very good look for you. I guess before, I start asking questions I'll be cordial enough to ask you why you came to my bank."
"Your bank?" The man blurted out. "You're the one who raised interest and created these stupid new security rules? I thought you were the interim bank manager."

"The bank is owned by me now. And unlike goblins, I actually try to follow the rules. Do you know that contraband was being hidden in some of those vaults. Naughty. Naughty. Personally, I have no problem with having contraband myself. But I have to follow the ministry's rules."

"Yet you own the bank."

"Oh, the goblin treaty doesn't apply to me, dearie."

"You claim you aren't a muggle." Lucius said. "Wizards can't own the bank because of some treaty. Believe me when I say, I know."

Interesting, Gold thought. He thought about preserving the wizard's life then. He might (operative word, might) be interesting to use. Of course, that was before he found out that Lucius Malfoy was a lot more dangerous than he originally looked. And the fact that he continued to persistently annoy him.

Persistently annoying the Dark One was never a good thing. Look what ended up happening to some of the people he hated. The orgs. Dead. His ex-wife. Dead. Moe French. Not dead, but a bullet in his chest and if he walked probably dead in a way that wouldn't be connected to him—secretly he was manipulating Regina to do his dirty work. Cora. Soon to be dead. In the mix of that, there were a lot of people turned to snails and hearts ripped out. So yeah, it wasn't a smart idea to annoy the Dark One.

Try telling that to Lucius Malfoy though.

Luicus Malfoy continued to stare at Gold. "Obviously, you got around it. How? You're really not the owner, are you? Some filthy muggle bought the place and you're probably a ruddy mudblood he hired to manage it. I'll find a way to get you shares revoked if you don't talk."

Gold had enough of this. Get some answers and then he was done with the man. Reaching out his hand he reached out and grabbed the man's heart. Sometimes he just wanted to get to the point, which was now. He could always wipe his memory if need be.

It was ridiculous how easy it was. And it was surprising just how black said man's heart was.

Gold just shook his head as Lucius looked at him in horror.

"That's….that's…"

"Your heart." Gold said, "Believe me, I know. Seems like you've been a very bad boy. It's dark. Very dark. I think we're going to have a nice chat now, don't you think?"

He squeezed it for dramatic pause. Of course, this got out the requisite gasp of pain. If you did this as many times as Rumple was it wasn't near as dramatic. For someone like Cora, it was routine.

Still though, with the victim's it seemed to be their own unique and horrifying experience.

Lucius's eyes bugged out as he stared at Rumple. "Who are you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Rumple said with a coy grin. "Maybe I'll give you three guesses. Spare your life if you're right. It's an option. But let's first start off where you got that impressive looking walking stick."

"It's a family heirloom." Lucius said his nose sticking up in the air. "Irreplaceable."

"Hmm," Rumple said. "I think I might have to invest in one of those."

"It's an artifact a mudblood…"

Squeeze.

Lucius gasped in pain. "Bloody Merlin."

"Sorry, that's not my name." Rumple sniggered at the mere mention of Merlin. That drunk.

And seriously, the failure of Camelot. Could've been easily prevented. Just keep Arthur away from Guinevere.

"I wasn't even guessing your name." Lucius spat out.

"I don't have ESPN and neither does the contract we made." Rumple said going into lawyer mode. "You used one guess."

"You didn't even give me a chance to consent."

"You consented when you guessed my name." He said.

"It was an expression."

Rumple raised his hand. "Seemed to me you were accepting my offer."

Lucius squeaked.

Gold smiled as he waved his hand and a list appeared with Lucius Malfoy's accounts. "Many dark books here and dark magical devices. Care to explain them?"

Luicus sighed. "They're my belongings. That's all there is to them."

Squeeze.

Lucius sighed. "Fine. They're the Dark Lord's. I'm…I'm keeping some of them for him and selling some of the others. Okay?"

"The Dark Lord?" Rumple asked. "You don't mean that moron, Voldemort?"

Lucius snarled at him. "Do not speak the lord's name in vain. He will return and I will make sure he turns into the dust that you are…"

Now Rumple was in rage mode. Pure rage. And he knew Lucius was not going to return or be a tool. So he was going to be fun. He wouldn't tell Belle. She'd never know, he told himself. And he needed some way to release his anger. The way Petunia Dursley died. It was just too clean cut. He needed something that reminded him of him old self. And his son, well, he needed some form of vengeance.

And to think, he was going to save it all for Sirius Black.

Well, Lucius Malfoy would make a nice start.

He was going to leave Malfoy with a few parting words before he turned him into snail gel. Just to make sure his eternity was spent in the most painful way possible. "The Dark Lord won't turn me into dust." He snapped. "Your lord is nothing compared to me."

Lucius rolled his eyes. Rumple squeezed a little harder. "You want to know who I am? I am the Dark One."

Lucius gasped.

"Oh, yes, dearie." Rumple said. "Apparently, you have heard of me?"

"Yes…" Lucius said. "I…I…"

"Good." Rumple said. "Then you know you've done a very bad thing, joining the man who hurt my son."

Lucius then said something that Rumple didn't quite expect. " I told him it was a bad idea. To use your son like that, but he insisted and…"

It was too late. Rumple was filled with enough rage that Lucius was no longer a human instead he was a slug. "You should've said no." He said to the now gastropod Lucius as he picked up the man's staff. "A nice family heirloom indeed. It's mine now. And it will be the making of your doom."

And Lucius's slug guts were now over the end of his staff. At least until Gold vanished them off to magic garbage land.

Was there such a place? He assumed so, honestly he didn't care. He had to restructure the bank, never mind work on acquiring that magic prison.

Azkaban.

The amount of red tape he had been cutting through had been more than a little ridiculous. He was slowly but surely making progress though. Give it another day or so and he'd have the papers in his hand.

At least that was according to the wizard solicitor he consulted to be his so called face in the wizarding world. Not that the man was doing much. He was more or less a figurehead. Though only an idiot represented themselves, which was why Gold hired him.

Even though he had to correct him at every turn, Belle helped a lot too. She liked books, so asking her to read some wizarding legal tome was like giving her a diamond ring.

Oh, how their relationship improved since he learned this secret.

Though, the underlying Moe issue was still there. Especially since the moron refused to plead guilty. His lawyer was alleging that he didn't have the necessary intent to kill Harry since he was grossly intoxicated.

It wasn't a bad argument, but that didn't mean Moe wasn't guilty as hell drunk or not.

He was this close to telling Regina to just kill him already and pin it on Cora.

Like that was going to work.

Well, it might. Sometimes Belle had a tendency to be a little dense. Which was something he tried not to exploit—much.

It was hard not to exploit it.

And to be fair, he did try to get her to read some of those self-help books about trying to avoid being manipulated and swindled. But she had a very hard time buying a clue it seemed.

Sad. Seeing how smart she was most of the time.

Speak of the devil, at that moment his phone rang and it was Belle.

"Sweetheart," He said. "How are things going? Is Harry enjoying his birthday?"

Yeah, today was his son's birthday. Honestly, he really didn't want to be doing business today, but he knew Harry probably wanted some time with his friends. Despite the fact, he'd like to meet and analyze them; he had learned from his time with Bae that maybe allowing his son a little privacy was a good thing.

That and the shrink they had seen in Augusta might've said something to that effect as well.

She sighed. "He's…well, I don't know. Can you come here, Rumple? One of his friend's mother is an annoying hag."

His eyebrow raised. "An annoying hag, really, sweetheart? Such language."

Belle hardly badmouthed anyone. She forced him to work with the Charmings because she told him he should work with those who are less fortunate than him. And he thought Mary Margret was a bit of a self-righteous bore. This woman must be really annoying.

She sighed. "She called me a scarlet woman."

"A scarlet woman? Please tell me, you're not doing anything with that annoying knave behind my back."

"Rumple," Belle said. "For the last time. I am not interested in Will."

"Well, from what your friend Ruby said…but really she called you a scarlet woman? What's that suppose to even mean? That you look good in red? Because you look divine. But personally I prefer you in gold."

"I think she meant something else, Rumple. Remember that book, The Scarlet Letter, that I handed to you the other month."

Belle handed him a lot of books.

"It had that woman in it that you said reminded you of Mary Margret when people wrote tramp on her car." Belle clarified hearing the confusion in his voice.

"She called you a harlot?" He said—oh, this would not do. Not do at all. "Sweetheart, where are you?"

"Please don't turn her into a snail, Rumple."

"I'm done with snails for today. He eyed his new cane making sure it was free of Lucius snail guts, it was. "But no one calls you a whore and gets away with it."

"Well, she is a little rude. She keeps talking about how she's going to call some Dumble-whatever and talk to him about the unsuitable company Harry's aunt chooses him to hang around with. Me, unsuitable. I'm a freaking Disney princess."

Ah yes, the Disney show that Harry made sure they watched in their hotel room when he found out who Belle was suppose to be. With the smirks his son shot him throughout the painful eighty or so minutes, he knew that he was getting a kick out of forcing to watch Rumple see dancing teacups and having Gaston—that buffoon actually get the one up on him for three minutes. Though, he ended up falling off a cliff anyway. Not as eventful as a rose, but it would do.

"And that was the man you told everyone was my father." Harry said after Rumple had made a big stink about how vain a person had to be to make their own song.

Gold frowned. "Well, some people bought it."

Yeah, Moe French. Who apparently let bygones be bygones in the movie and got with the teapot lady at the end. Well, it was alluded to at least.

Disney really fucked it up.

But Belle loved that movie and was insisting that they do a wedding to the theme of said movie.

The idea of getting a dark blue smoking jacket had its own appeal; Rumple was first to admit that.

"Rumple?" Belle said causing Rumple to regain focus. "Can you please come here? I really don't think I can handle her voice anymore."

"You want her to shut up, sweetheart?"

Belle sighed, but chose her words very careful. Thankfully, those books about being assertive he slipped under her pillow seemed to be working. Now, if only she'd tell the Charmings no. "Rumple, I don't want you to kill or permanently maim her. But I want her to shut up. I want my fiancé to come here, say it's time to go. And make sure she can't call me a harlot, a slut, an unsuitable guardian, and a poor silly simple muggle. That does not mean she needs to be turned into a snail or have her heart ripped up. All I want is for her to keep her mouth shut and stop trying butt in when things are none of her business. And then I want to spend the rest of the day as a family, no revenge, no playing Mr. Business takeovering. Just you, me, and your son celebrating his birthday."

Wow. Just wow.

He was impressed and he couldn't help but smile. "As you wish, sweetheart."

*Beep Beep Beep

Nathan woke up suddenly to the sound of the alarm, *why can I hear an alarm? Nathan thought.

Nathan was an abnormal student. He excelled in math, languages, sports and literature!
He had been living his ordinary student life till one morning.. 

He got up around 6 am to get ready for school. Once he got ready Nathan walked his normal route. Because he had been so adjusted to his life Nathan expected nothing bad to happen. He was about to cross the road but he had to wait because the traffic light was on green.

Finally the light had turned to red, Nathan started to cross the road, but suddenly...


*CRASH!! 
Nathan had collided with a speeding car!!! 

The road had gone a bright shade of vermillion, so had the bumper.
Gasps of terror filled the air. Everyone surrounded the accident until the police came. But they had already knew that Nathan was dead, because his internal organs were spread out unevenly across the road.

*beep beep beep
The alarm rang again. Nathan finally came to his senses.
His eyes filled with horror as he sprinted to the mirror in the corner of the unfamiliar room.

He looked at this person in the reflection...
Who certainly wasn't himself. What's going on? He thought, who is this? Where am I? How am I still alive?

Questions flooded into his head like a waterfall falling into an deep dark abyss.
He started to calm down.

Once he had calmed down completely he started to search his surroundings. First he walked towards a desk that looked odd.
Odd as in it was covered in inscription patterns, potions and books about...Cultivation?

Nathan grew up in Scotland but knew multiple languages like Chinese or South African. 
He flipped through one of the books and found it to be in Chinese. He took his time slowly reading it and translating it into English on a scroll he found on the other side of the desk.

Once he'd finished translating he examined the text until someone came into the room.

"My sons dead!?!" She yelled. Then, she stopped in her tracks...

Who the hell is this lady? Nathan thought.
She was a plump and round woman dressed in what looked like a mix of an ancient Chinese and a Disney Princess dress.

" Oh Akeno.." she cried, the lady dropped on her knees and kept sobbing till she stopped...
Her face turned red, she got up and and stomped outside of the room.

 "YOU SAID HE WAS LAYING ON THE GROUND WITH NO PULSE!?!?" She screamed from outside the door.

"I-I swear I saw him like that.. I wouldn't lie to you auntie" she said with a sincere look.
Nathan was peeking outside the door and saw what was going on. He assumed that the big lady was his mother because of what she said and the other lady who was apologising was his cousin.

His mother walked into the room after lecturing his cousin."Akeno, I'm so sorry for the confusion." she said sincerely. 

Later in the day, after Akeno (Nathan) searched the whole room. He found there was nothing as interesting as the books on cultivation and wondered what it was like outside.
He asked his mother for permission to go for a walk. The old Akeno was frail and weak-minded, but since the soul replacement he had been acting different. 
In the end she decided to let him go and go he did.

Walking around the area Akeno noticed nothing unusual ( except for the fact that it was all ancient looking), he walked and walked until he stopped at the gates of a school with a huge sign, it read:The school for cultivation.

When he saw, this he ran back home like he was being chased by a demon.
When he returned he walked towards his mothers room.

*Knock knock knock

The sound echoed through the halls until some footsteps could be heard behind it.

"Akeno? Is that you?"

Her voice was as silent as the rain tapping gently on the floor.

"Yes mother. I have something I would like to ask you" he returned sweetly.

She opened the door and sat down on the cushioned bench at the end of her king-sized, four-posted bed.
Patting the spot next to her, Akeno sat down beside her.

"What did you want to ask sweetheart?"

"Well I was wondering...could I please start school?"


She was shocked to hear this, she had never expected him to say such things?!

The Akeno she new wanted nothing to do with school because of his previous encounters there. But now. He was willingly offering to go there?

Alex's POV
"No, so that's America" I giggled slightly at Jordan, pointing to the large continent. I had brought back a detailed map of Freya (a.k.a Earth) to show the Medorans.
Teaching them was definitely pain in the ass.
He looked down at the map of Freya, "But you said it was Antitika!"
"Antarctica" I corrected, "And that's over there" I gestured to the continent at the bottom of the map.
D.C. pressed her lips to Jordan's cheek, "Don't worry, not all of us can be as smart as me"
I rolled my eyes.
He huffed and crossed his arms, much like a five year old would, "I'll have you know I find that highly offensive!" but the small grin on his face gave him away .
"Guys, pay attention" I snapped my fingers in front of them.
"But whyyyyy" Jordan whined.
I sighed, fighting the urge to slam my head against the table.
"Because," I said, teetering on the edge of lashing out in frustration, "you guys were so bloody persistent on learning"
Jordan groaned, turning around to bury his head into D.C's shoulder.
"Hey, when can we see Freya?" Bear asked, eating a sandwich as he walked in from the food court.
My lip twitched.
Not again...
"Freya's pe- my people, would lock you guys up if they ever found out what you can do. They'd probably steal all your technology as well."
"So? We could escape. Your primitive technology- no offense- wouldn't be able to keep us locked up forever."
I snorted. Yeah right.
"We could force you to take us" Bear grinned evilly.
I shrugged, glancing at the map.
"You could try," I said coolly. I highly doubted that he would be able to charm me to his will, as my own gift would counteract his. I blew away a piece of neon-green-hair from my face- I had dyed my hair after I got dared by Jordan and I was quite fond of it now.
Bear eyed my green hair with a disgusted expression, "You can dye your hair back any time, you know."
I looked at him for a while before looking away and begrudgingly confessing, "I kinda like it..."
Bear smoothly handed over a few coins to Jordan who promptly pocketed them.
Was this...some kind of bet?!
Before I could question Bears movement, D.C. let out a very un-princess like snort, "You actually like it!" she said incredulously.
"Hey, maybe we should all dye our hair" Jordan piped in.
D.C scowled, and they began arguing.
Bear rolled his eyes, and went off into the library.
I sighed and rolled up the map of Freya, tucking it into my satchel, as nobody seemed to be paying attention to it anymore. I had also grabbed a map of Medora to compare them later on.
Bear had probably gone off to find a book, so I followed his example and whipped out a book from my bag. A couple of weeks ago, I had brought a series of books from my world into Medora for them to study and enjoy. I brought classics and personal favorites like: Harry Potter (a book series roughly created back 50 years ago), D.r Seuss books, The Demon Road trilogy, Romeo and Juliet, Animal Farm, The Blood of Eden, the list goes on. I had even brought back some classic movies like Titanic, Disney movies, Warner Bros and a DVD player for them to watch them on.
I opened the book to the page I had bookmarked, and began reading, blocking out Dix and Jordan's arguing voices. 
A/N: Hey guys! First chapter woo! Anyway, this is a teaser chapter, so we may or may not add to this chapter, it depends haha :p 
-Pandora and Cynder

This fanfic takes place just after the 4th book, Graevale (Or Vardaesia, kinda)

***
The war had been won, Aven Dalmarta had been locked away in a painting forever, and things were slowly getting pieced back together. Until mysterious sightings of the dark prince began circling around Medora. Another war was rising; It's sole purpose: to win and enslave all of Freya's people.

Is it Aven Dalmarta behind the scenes? Or is it another who wears a Crown of Darkness?

**Teaser**
I sprinted down the halls in the library, feet barely touching the ground as I raced towards the painting that held Aven captive. Gasping for breath, I slowed my momentum as I reached the lonely painting.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw his miserable figure, head bowed on his knees in the sunset-lit colours. I dialled Bear, "Hey, he's right here, it was a false alarm-"

"Alex, Aven's out."

"What? How? There can't be two of them-" I was cut of by Bear again:

"I know because he's standing a couple of metres away from us."

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