He didn’t know why he was so different from the other royals—from Audrey and Ben, in particular. They were always lumped together, the first three heirs of Auradon, and they clicked immediately. However, that didn’t stop people from immediately commenting on how he was the odd one out.
Audrey was the epitome of a perfect princess. Even when she was a kid, the curl in her deep caramel tresses held and her sweet sweet smile kept those around in its captive embrace. She curtsied with grace, walked with confidence, spoke with a perfected blend of softness and sureness. She was enchanting and everything you could ever want from a princess.
Benjamin was her counterpart in every way. Where the perfect princess was, the perfect prince was present too. He didn’t quite fit into his role quite as effortlessly as Audrey. He was soft-spoken, quiet, overly thoughtful. He rather take to a library than a horseback ride and he would take a pen over a sword any day. Yet, he learned how to be who he had to be; to please who he needed to please. He eventually did pick up that sword, swung with precision and made a piece of steel into a precise weapon. He picked up Tourney and became captain of both teams. His father was proud of his achievements and that’s all he ever wanted. He was assured that his efforts were not in vain. He was doing everything right.
And then there was him. The One That Didn’t Measure Up. The disappointment.
Chadwick was restless even before conception, kicking and moving in his mother and keeping Elle up until the godforsaken hours of the morning. ( She reminds him of it constantly and usually pairs the reminder with a muss of his curls and a squeeze of his arm. ) When he entered the world, his restlessness refused to recede. In fact, it only grew. Any thing that caught his interest, he desired to reach out for. When the sky was a magical area of azure expanse, he reached for that. Even when in designer suits created especially for his toddler self and a party roared just inside the castle walls, he snuck away from his nanny in pure giggles and mischievous zeal; just to find a tree for him to scale and get closer to the mysterious azure expanse.
Still, he tried to fit in, to be as good as they wanted him to be. He took his cue from Ben, who seemed to have everything working out for him.
He picked up a steel blade, and was quite good at it from the start. He enjoyed the rush he got when he sparred with others. He enjoyed the fast pace, the seemingly heightened stakes. To him, it felt a little bit like fighting with his insecurities; attempting to slash them away or at the very least keep them at bay enough for him to breathe. He was such an apparent natural talent but Ben was always seen as better. Even when Ben gave up the captaincy for royal duties, Chad’s hold of the long coveted captaincy would be short-lived.
He picked up Tourney, too. Not much varied in the story. A show of natural talent never acknowledged, so much work but nothing ever coming to fruition.
Somewhere along the line, he must have realized that he was never going to measure up to High Prince Benjamin. Or else why would he have given up on being GOOD?
Why else would he go from the boy who reached for the enchanting blue sky, the boy who held stars in his eyes and light in his smile to…what he was now.
He had trouble in his smile, in his eyes, on his tongue. It was on his lips and in the sway of his hips. It was part of his charm, he told himself.
Warm bodies and booze replaced the sky and he gave little thought to his reputation, or his family’s reputation, or his family in general. He glossed over how he could ever break his mother’s heart or his grandgodmother’s heart or his father’s trust.
All he knew was that if he was gonna be the bad one of the bunch, he was gonna be a DAMN GOOD BAD ONE.
“At the risk of getting smacked -- you’re clashing.” Apollo looked at his younger sister, gesturing to her shoes and the dress she was wearing. They were a sharp-dressed family, his sister’s picked apart his clothing choices so it was only fair he did the same in return
@rcseau bc I owe you a starter & you liked my thing about apollo’s fashion knowledge
Honestly these all could be bashed by the movie but let me dream of a well written Gil.
-The two grew up together, living in the washed up tavern that Belle allowed Gaston and LeFou to keep.
At first she just viewed Gil as her big brother.
She’s always with him, carrying around his stuff or just trailing along
Honestly crush probably developed when she was like ten or so
She gets so extremely flustered around him, like he’ll say something to her or smile at her and she’ll just get all blushy
Just a lot of bonding between the two. Like at home, Gil will braid her hair or she’ll give him massages.
Gil will carry LaFolle on his shoulders to prove how strong he is. So she’s carrying his stuff while he carries her.
You will rarely see one without the other. They’re almost always together.
Honestly LaFolle is so protective over Gil. Any girl trying to flirt with him is immediately met with a small, sassy child
No one gets to pick on LaFolle but HIM
She mimics his actions. Everyday she wakes up and thinks “so am I gonna be Gil today or am I gonna be in love with him today?” and it’s usually both
Conversations with Sammy Smee about Gil usually just go “And he’s really strong and cool and wonderful and handsome, but he’s also really dumb and how many hints am I gonna have to drop for him to actually notice me?!”
Gil’s very protective over LaFolle, if anyone is bothering her he’ll just silently step in front of her and cross his arms until whoever goes away
LaFolle is very mad because GIL DOESNT HAVE TWO SALABLES SO WHEN SHE WAS CHANGING GASTON’S SONG TO GIL SHE PUT “MON GIL” TO MAKE IT WORK
WHO BREAKS HEARTS LIKE MON GIL???? Am I right????
People who make fun of how LaFolle talks are instantly either thrown to a wall or punched to the floor
When Mal came back, Gil told LaFolle to stay away from her
Gil lets LaFolle tag along when he’s with his friends, if Uma or Harry disagree with letter her come along he’ll just be like “well if LaFolle isn’t staying neither am I”
LaFolle is uncertain whether Gil actually likes her, or he just likes having her around to make him look better
