#[ ALL THIS TALK ABOUT GASTON WOKE UP MY BEAST HELP ]

[mysterysouled]

Gaston /derogatory

[turkeypunch]

In a small town just outside of nowhere. A young man, Jack, woke up, to work on his family farm. Something that he detested, he found the work boring, he had bigger dreams. Like most children growing up in a small farming town. He wanted more. He only helped around the farm when he was forced to except for flying the crop-dusting plane, his father taught him when he was old enough. Jack loved the freedom he felt while he was up there.

He graduated high school by the slimmest of margins, and had even got excepted to college, his family was able to help with financing his college the rest came from grants and scholarships. Jack knew he was on his way out of this life of manure and boredom. A graduation party had been planned and as in most small towns it was a bonfire party, drinks and friends, fights, and sex were going to be in heaps. It all made for a good time and Jack wasn’t going to miss it.

Before he left for the party his father set him down and spoke very sternly to him.

“Jack, we need to talk.” Said the father.

“What dad, I need to get going.” Jack replied.

“Just take a minute and talk with me.”

“Fine.” Jack said with a huff and sat at the table. “What is it? I need to be going.”

“Now, I know that you have your sights set on leaving, but don’t do anything stupid.”

“Yeah, dad I know, we have had these talks before.”

“Shut up and listen to me boy.”

“I am not a boy dad, alright I am a man.” Jack said cutting his father off, standing up from the table. “I don’t need to hear this, I am gone.”

“Sit your ass down!” exclaimed his father.

But Jack was having none of his father’s words, and left slamming the door as he went. Walking he made it to the party, he could have drove but with his father belittling him he knew that he would be drinking, and though he was mad he knew the difference between right and wrong. He wouldn’t be drinking and driving. The crowed had arrived, when the sun went under the horizon Jack was the one to do the honors with the last ray of light leaving, he lit the large pile that was to be their bonfire. Turning the new night into day for the immediate area.

“Jack!” Robert called, Robert was Jacks long time friend and the organizer of their get together.

“Hey buddy, where have you been? Figured that you would be here first since you know it is your party, and land that we are on.

“I was first but then I left, figured I had planned it and set it up. I wasn’t doing any of the work.”

“Fair enough.” Said Jack as he handed Robert a beer.

The boys toasted their glasses took long pulls from their beers.

“Hey, where is Annie?” Asked Jack, Annie was Roberts fiancé.

“She went to pick up some friends from the next town.”

“Nice.” Replied Jack. “I don’t know how you are going to do it man.

“Do what?”

“Stay here in this small town, get married and have kids, so they can stay here and have kids.”

“There is more to it than that, my dad is on his on his deathbed and with all of my siblings having gone off and had kids of their own.”

Jack was the oldest kid in his family. Where Richard was the youngest by far, his next closest sibling graduated high school when he went into the third grade.

“I have niece that starts high school next year.” Richard said, “When my dad dies, I will be the only one left.”

“Well hell man, I am getting out of this town. I need more than this.” Jack replied.

“Well Bell, this provincial life works for me.” Richard said. “You go find your beast.”

“Maybe I will just as long as I don’t marry Gaston.”

As the boys laughed at themselves. Annie and her friends arrived. Richard went over to greet them leaving Jack alone looking at the bonfire. A few minuets latter Annie and Jack walk over and introduce the others.

Jack didn’t really pay attention, he was nice and shook hands, then went back to his pondering thinking about what he was going to be doing the rest of his life away from all of this, he did hope that he and Richard would remain close, but knew that was unlikely. The party raged on and everyone was having a good time a few fights had broken out and were quickly separated. About midnight just when everyone was getting rowdy, a cute girl with bottle blonde hair walked up to Jack.

“Hi, I’m Jessica. I came with Annie.”

“Hi, I am Jack.”

“I know, we all got introduced, but you didn’t seem like you were paying no attention.” She said with a southern draw that Jack hated to replicate.

“I wasn’t but thank you for re-introducing yourself.”

“So is the brooding your usual?”

“Sometimes, I guess, bad day.”

“I see, so are you from around here?”

“Yeah, I live about a half a mile down the road. Why?”

“You don’t talk like most everyone from around here.”

“Eh, it comes out from time to time.”

“I hope I am around to see it.”

“Oh lord, I don’t” Jack replied with a chuckle.

“Why not?”

“It just isn’t my way of speaking.”

“Alright. Do you mind if I sit with you, everyone that I came with is hanging out with other people and I don’t know them?”

“No, I don’t mind, but why me, there are other people here.”

“Yeah, but you are cute.”

“Well thanks.” Jack replied, finally looking at Jessica, bottle blonde, brown roots, slim frame, large breast, and the nicest legs. Wearing a white tank top and jean shorts with cowboy boots.

“I figured that you would be out of my league.” Jack said smiling.

“Oh hunny, I didn’t know we were playing games with leagues.”

“Figure of speech.”

“I know, but it is stupid, just because I have a look that doesn’t mean that I am only looking for someone who looks like me and besides my mom looked like me when she was young and I can tell you it doesn’t last.” Jessica said hotly.

“Alright, alright, point taken, I apologize.” Jack replies holding up his hands.

“I am sorry, I just get tired of people not talking to me because, I am out of their “League”. I like conversations with anyone. Most guys just see my cleavage and stammer or reach for them.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I have had to wipe away drool a couple of times. I just mask it with beer spillage.” Jack said smiling.

“Is that right.” Jessica said pressing her arms into her breast and lightly swaying back and forth.

“It is, they are very nice. Almost makes me want to reach for them.” Jack said teasing her about her comment.

“Well maybe, I will let you.” She said as she reached up grabbed his shirt and kissed him.

For the next half hour Jack and Jessica are making out in the bed of someone’s truck. When a strong guest of wind blows long and pushes the flames of the fire into the trees. Setting the trees ablaze. Jack and Jessica so wrapped up in each other don’t notice until screams of alarm come from the partiers that are paying attention. Jack raises up and sees what is going on. Noticing the out of controlled fire. He fixed his clothes, he leapt from the truck. Telling Jessica to run and get as many people from the fire as possible.

Jacks family farm was on the other side of the woods that the flames currently occupied, and it was spreading fast, when he made it home, he guessed that the fire was about halfway in the trees. Running into the house, he screams for his mother and father to wake up, barging into their room. He shakes his father awake, yelling at him to wake up and call the 911. After he gets his parents awake, he wakes his siblings. With his family awake, he makes his way to the hanger the family built to store their crop-dusting plane. Jack figured he would use it to douse the woods with water. Placing the hose in the well he left it running to fill up. He ran back to the house and told his father his plan.

“Good plan it might work, your mother called the fire department. They should be able to take over when they get here. I am going to water everything else. I will have your brother and sister start to fill up the next load for you.”

All Jack could think was this was his fault, he and his father got into an argument and he was the one who set the bonfire. If anything happened to his family or their way of life, he would not be able to live with himself. With the family all pitching in he ran back to the plane. He could hear the sirens from the town headed their direction. Jack removed the hose from the plane and started off waving at his siblings as they ran up to start filling his next water well.

Once he got into the air, he could see that most of the woods were gone and the fire had jumped the road and had the trees on the other side on fire as well. Right at the edge of the tree line to his family’s farm, he released the water when it released the airplane jerked and startled him, after the water was gone he circled around to land and get his next payload. His brother and sister were waiting on him, when he got into the air for the second time. He could see that this would be his last pass the firetruck was almost to the farm.

Flying lower this time he flew over the fire and released the water, but when he released he tried to correct the jerking that he felt before, pushing down to counter the recoil he found there was none and left him in a nose dive straight for the trees. Pulling up just at the last possible moment, his landing gear smacked the top of a tree sending the wheel to be burnt with the trees. Not being able to land was his only problem now. He radioed his dad.

“Dad! Dad!” he yelled on the radio. No answer he circled around the farm and trying to get anyone’s attention. He could see his dad at the tree line, and his mom trying to get the livestock. His siblings were waving at him to come in. He shook the plane to hopefully show that something was wrong. His sister got the message, and ran to the tree line, taking over for her dad, he ran to the hanger.

“Jack, what’s going on bring it in.”

“I can’t dad, the landing gears gone.”

“What happened to it?”

“Does it matter? I have a couple more passes of fuel left but that is it. Got any ideas?”

“None that don’t involve you being in the center of a fireball.”

“I am going to have to try something. Listen dad, I am sorry for yelling at you. I am sorry that I didn’t do more. I have so much that I am sorry for. Just know, that if this doesn’t work. I love you all.

“You will be fine son, just do what you have to do.” His father said with a crack in his voice.

“I will see you in a minute dad.”

Jack flew low but could see rays of sunshine over the horizon, and as night became day, he understood the truth.

[emilyofjane]

Why the Disney Princesses definitely need therapy: a Hot Take

Snow White

Losing her parents as a child and having to learn to take care of herself at a very young age (Snow White is 14 in the movie, and judging by her work ethic, she appears to at least have some experience with living independently before moving in with the 7 dwarves)

Lack of socialization due to isolation

Depression due to isolation and loneliness. This makes the whole “Someday My Prince Will Come” thing much more believable, because Snow White really isn’t in any sort of immediate danger and doesn’t need “saving” or whatever; she’s just tired of being alone and wants human companionship. (And tbh who can blame her? The poor girl’s literally talking to birds and moved in with the first group of humanoid creatures she could find ffs)

This one’s a bit of a stretch, but I’m pretty sure Snow White would also have an unhealthy fear of strangers and/or an irrational fear of being poisoned after the whole apple fiasco

Cinderella

Being raised in an abusive home environment for most (if not virtually all) of her life

The complete lack of positive social interaction throughout her life has probably led to problems with social withdrawal and isolation at some point, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she has repressed symptoms of chronic depression due to loneliness.

Her closest emotional confidants are literally two talking mice, and that just screams “My only friends are animals because their love is unconditional I’ve been invalidated and unloved by every human being in my life” (aka extreme emotional neglect)

She probably has tons of questions about her biological parents that were never answerd because, again, her stepfamily hated her, which would obviously lead to some emotional baggage

If we consider Cinderella III: A Twist in Time to be the new canon, she definitely has some unresolved PTSD from her near-death experience (the “almost getting crushed to death in the carriage because it was transforming back into a pumpkin” scene)

Aurora

Existential crisis because the three fairy godmothers basically rewrote her entire identity as “Rose” and hid the fact that she was a princess

Never knowing who her real parents were as a child, leading to emotional baggage similar to that of Cinderella and Snow White mentioned above

Either the emotional burden of having to make up for 16+ years of lost time with her biological family, or the grief of losing her biological family without ever getting the chance to know them (idk whether Aurora actually got to meet her parents by the end of the movie or if they died before she woke up, because I don’t remember exactly how much time had passed while she was in the coma)

Speaking of the spindle prick-induced magical coma (which is a really long-winded and inefficient way to kill someone honestly, idk what Melificent was thinking), Aurora also has to deal with the emotional burden of how much time has passed while she was in a coma, which would only further feed into the existential crisis and emotional trauma in bullet points 1 and 3.

(Also, off the record, but Aurora’s entire life post-movie is just a hot fucking mess and she really deserves a second movie exploring that concept imo. I know that Sleeping Beauty has already gotten a live-action villain spinoff, but the story of Aurora herself really deserves to be reexamined under a modern lens also. Aurora is easily one of the most overlooked Disney princesses and tbh she deserves more love.)

Belle (feat. the expanded lore from the live-action movie)

Witnessing her mother die from the plague in their own home

Being forceed to move from the more culturally progressive city of Paris to the unnamed “poor provential town” in the movie, where she is clearly the odd one out and is subject to gender inequality on a daily basis (in the form of being publically shamed and socially ostacized for being an educated woman)

Being regularly sexually harassed by Gaston, which is further exacerbated by the villagers and their close-mindedness. Not only is Gaston’s behavior enabled and encouraged by the villagers, but they even go so far as to idolize Gaston — as shown during his namesake song — despite his obviously predatory actions, simply because he is a cishet white man that they find conventionally attractive

Watching her father get arrested despite being 100% innocent...TWICE

Also being arrested when her father is wrongly convicted a second time, by none other than her abuser

Watching her lover — who besides her parents was the first person in her life who truly loved her and respected her intellect despite being a woman — nearly die in her arms, as well as everyone else in the castle (who ALSO respected her regardless of her gender) nearly die at the same exact time.

...And you know, Stockholm Syndrome or whatever. (But tbh, given how everyone in the castle was very kind and respectful and how the Beast was a tsundere at best, Belle would probably suffer far more from PTSD brought upon by Gaston and her previous environment than from “Stockholm Syndrome” in a castle where everyone actually treated her like a normal fucking human being. Unpopular opinion I know but as a sexual assault survivor this is literally a hill I will die on.)

Jasmine

I’ve actually never watched Aladdin all the way through, so unfortunately I can’t give a full analysis of Jasmine’s conflicts...but I have seen that gif of her saying “I am not a prize to be won” and that just screams “I’ve suffered a lifetime of female objectification and gender inequality despite my social status, and not even in the highest position of authority possible am I allowed to have a voice” and idk about you but that is really fucked up man

Ariel

PTSD from being manipulated by Ursula to give up her voice and nearly losing everything (both her previous life in the ocean and the promise of a new life on land with her love interest) because of it

Near-death experience from *vague hand gesture to whatever the fuck that was at the end of the movie*

Inevitable depression from abandoning the only home she’s ever known (the ocean) and leaving her friends and family behind

She’ll probably also need some form of behavioral therapy to help her adjust to her new home on land, whose culture is still extremely foreign to her — and maybe even additional therapy for social anxiety, given how her first 3 days of human interaction were so mortifyingly embarrassing that she’ll probably be laying wide awake at 3 AM and thinking “oh my god I can’t believe I looked Eric’s parents dead in the eyes and brushed my hair with a dinner fork” for the next 10 years.

Tiana

PTSD from literally being turned into a frog

Overworking herself to the point of near burnout, and being unable to fully live out her prime adult years because of said burnout

Constantly dealing with shitty customers, bosses, and other white-collared people disrespecting her and treating her as subhuman because of her career choice, which is unfortunately a common shared experience among restaurant workers and those who work hourly wages

Since this movie takes place in the United States presumably before the 1960’s, it’s probably safe to assume that Tiana also probably had to deal with segregation, Jim Crow laws, and other forms of racism off-screen on a daily basis, which would obviously take a toll on her mental well-being and further exacerbate the issues mentioned in #3

Grief from losing her dad, which has likely been repressed due to her workaholic tendencies denying her the ability to properly take the time to mourn

I don’t even know what to categorize the whole witch doctor shenanigans as, I just know that she and Naveen are both going to need some SERIOUS therapy after going through all that shit

Rapunzel

Being raised in an emotionally abusive and controlling environment for her entire life

Being completely isolated for 18 years with no social interaction whatsoever with anyone except her own abuser

Existential/identity crisis from discovering that she’s actually a princess, that her “mom” was actually the one who kidnapped her as a baby and tried to cut her hair, and that everything she knew about herself and the world she lived in was essentially a lie to keep her obedient to Gothel

Near-death experience (the drowning scene)

Internalized fear and mistrust in strangers — and quite possibly in people in general — due to Gothel’s lifelong warnings that people in the outside world would only want to take advantage of her

Watching the woman who raised her MERCILESSLY STAB THE ONLY OTHER PERSON SHE EVER KNEW AND LOVED IN THE GODDAMN CHEST

Watching the woman who raised her LITERALLY CRUMBLE TO DUST IN FRONT OF HER VERY EYES

WATCHING FLYNN, THE ONLY OTHER PERSON SHE EVER KNEW AND LOVED BESIDES HER GODDAMN ABUSER, FUCKING DIE RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER before she miraculously healed him

Because Flynn’s revival was such an uncanny revival that not even Rapunzel knew how she did it, she obviously thought he was gone for good...and since Gothel was gone also, there must’ve been at least a split second before she healed Flynn where, for the first time in her entire life, she was completely and utterly alone. That alone deserves to be a bullet point because holy shit

I’m not even going to get into Tangled: the Series man this list is getting too long as it is

Elsa

Losing her parents at a young age

Abandonment and isolation issues (mostly self-inflicted due to her own fear of hurting others, see #3)

Internalized fear and self-doubt of her powers — and, by extension, fear and self-doubt in herself

Guilt from nearly plunging Arendelle into an eternal winter

Guilt from almost losing her sister (twice!) due to her own direct actions

(Coinciding with #3) Guilt from isolating herself from her sister to protect her, only to nearly get her killed by the very thing she was trying to protect her from

Anxiety. Just lots and lots of general anxiety.

(Omitting Frozen 2 for Elsa because I haven’t seen it yet and this list is getting too long)

Anna

Also losing her parents at a young age

Abandonment and isolation issues, but hers are moreso due to Elsa “shutting her out” as a kid and having no one else her age in the castle to interact with

Lack of socialization in general for much of her childhood, as well as any social anxieties/lack of social knowledge and etiquette/etc. that would come with it

Abusive relationship with Hans (I know it was only one day, but holy fuck that was a trainwreck. What Hans did to Anna is a literal breeding ground for PTSD and trauma)

Coming to terms with the fact that the trolls fucking erased her memories of Elsa having ice powers and that Elsa isolated herself to protect her (and not, you know, because she hated her or something)

Leftover guilt from holding a grudge against Elsa for most of her childhood for shutting her out, because NO ONE BOTHERED TO TELL HER THAT IT WAS FOR HER OWN GOOD and she never knew why

Basically Anna and Elsa both need joint therapy or family counseling or something because holy shit their parents did NOT handle this situation properly AT ALL

(Also omitting Frozen 2 for Anna because I haven’t seen it and this list is also getting too long)

Moana

Surprisingly, Moana’s movie was relatively tame — in fact, because her tribe returned to voyaging and she is now exploring the seas/following her passion, these events were arguably beneficial to Moana’s mental health rather than detrimental. The only emotional baggage I can really imagine Moana having post-movie is leftover grief from her grandma dying and maybe the stress of having to put up with Maui’s shit

[fellulahh]

Lucifer x MC x Satan Fic, Part 7/???

Read Parts 1-6 here!

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Chuckling at his words, MC turned around and began making her way down the hallway. Satan leant against the doorframe watching her leave, noticing the new spring in her step.

Oh how he wished he was the one that caused it.

-

Satan’s chest was heaving as he couldn’t believe the sight before him. His heart felt like it had stopped as his eyes watered.

“What are you doing here?” He asked barely above a whisper, feeling his body grow weak.

“Why do you think, Satan?” MC teased as she slowly sauntered toward him, unbuttoning his shirt that hung on to her body.

His eyes slowly trailed down her body, noticing she was undressing herself. He had to blink, not believing this was real. “But what about Lucifer?” He asked quietly, snapping his sight back to her tantalising expression.

“I don’t care about Lucifer.” She insisted, placing both hands on his cheeks. Satan’s mind went crazy as she leant in. He could feel MC’s lips brush against his while his skin grew warm. “I only care about you.” She whispered before kissing him.

-

A loud knock rudely awoke Satan from his slumber. He quickly jolted in his bed after being torn away from his dream. A layer of sweat had developed on his forehead as he sat up in bed, finding himself clutching the shirt that MC had worn just days ago.

Glancing down at it, he forgot all about the knock at the door as he realised he’d fallen asleep hugging it. “What has gotten into you?” He whispered to himself in horror.

“Satan?” MC’s voice called from the door, “are you in there?”

Hearing her voice frightened him. He’d just dreamt about MC in a dream that wasn’t particular appropriate!

Completely flustered, he quickly threw the shirt across the room onto the armchair. “Just a second!” He called, growing embarrassed.

He didn’t know if he could face her after just having a dream that she’d kissed him. Satan was completely sheepish as he threw on a discarded checked shirt than he found by the side of his bed.

Rushing to the door, he tried to compose himself as he opened it. “MC!” He put on a chirpy voice when he saw her, “what are you doing here?”

Satan was partially hidden behind he door as he peeped his head round. He felt completely mortified that he had to hide the uncontrollable bulge in his bottoms.

“Are you okay?” She chuckled at him as her eyes began to wander down his exposed torso, “you’re all red.”

‘You must be blushing!’ He thought to himself.

“Sorry I just...it’s quite hot in here and I just woke up from a...scary dream.” He trailed off as his eyes diverted from hers. “You seem happy today?” He quickly changed the subject.

“Yes well, lets just say things have improved since that night.” She nodded, referring to the drunken state she was in when she confided in Satan. “I’m feeling much better.”

“Yes I heard you and Lucifer seemed to have patched things up.” He smiled cynically as he leant against the door frame.

“Well I wouldn’t say that. He just...I don’t know really.” She breathed, “I don’t know what to think.”

“Did you want to talk about it?” He asked concerned, gazing deep into her eyes.

“No.” She shook her head, “that’s not why I came here actually.”

“Really? What did you want?” He asked, pleasantly surprised.

“Well you and I are the only ones who don’t have a class at RAD today.,” she spoke slowly, “so...” she grinned wide before pulling out something from behind her back.

Satan narrowed his eyes as he studied the DVD in her hands. “What’s this?” He chuckled amused.

“Beauty and the Beast!” She laughed excited.

“It’s a film?” He questioned amazed, taking the DVD in his hands.

“One of my favourites.” She grinned cheekily, causing him to flash her a genuine smile. “So what do you say? You want to come to my room and watch it with me?”

Satan began to doubt himself. Was he dreaming again?!

“I’d love to.” he breathed, appreciating the human in front of him.

“Alright, I’ll go and get it set up - just come down when you’re ready.” She smiled at him before taking the film back and turning around to make her way down the hall.

Satan had to try his best not to let his heart flutter. Smiling to himself, he slowly shut his door before shaking his head.

‘She’s so adorable’

Buttoning up his shirt, he made himself look more presentable. He gave his hair a quick brush, cleaned his teeth and pepped himself up in the mirror.

He had to stop himself from overthinking. MC had remembered what his favourite book is from their morning together...

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he quickly grabbed his D.D.D from his bedside table before leaving his room. As he neared MC’s bedroom, he could see her in the doorway trying to work the television.

“Need some help?” He chuckled as he entered, noticing her struggling.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with it - Mammon was the last to use the remote so no doubt he broke it!” She sighed.

“Here.” He spoke softly, taking it from her hands. Just like magic, it immediately worked. MC narrowed her eyes at him while he looked smug that he’d saved her. “Don’t give me that look.” He chuckled, noticing her glare, “all I did was help you!”

“Yeah and you made me look silly in the process.” She laughed embarrassed at how quick he solved the problem. Stepping through the room, MC made her way to the bed, plopping herself down on it before lifting her feet up.

Letting out a sigh, Satan copied her actions. He climbed on the bed beside her, ensuring to leave plenty of room between them. Lifting the remote, MC pressed play. “I hope you love this as much as I do - I adored this film as a child. I know the lyrics to every song!”

“Wait there’s music in this?” Satan chuckled in disbelief, turning his head to face MC.

“Trust me - you’ll be singing half the songs by the time we’re finished.” MC laughed as she rolled onto her side to sink into the bed.

When he felt her body get closer to him, Satan bit his lip. Turning his attention to the television, he made himself comfortable as he began to watch the movie with her.

Admittedly, he was a bit pessimistic about watching the film version of the book but he genuinely enjoyed it. Especially seeing Belle - watching her sing as she delicately walked through the French town reminded Satan of MC. She was just as gentle and kind, if not even more so than the character.

And then there was the beast. Seeing his monstrosity be brought to life through cartoon really made him think. Could MC ever see the beauty underneath with him? Could she see past the wrathful distortion that he possessed? Or was he being completely silly imagining that she could?

Although his mind wandered as he compared himself to the protagonist, Satan couldn’t help but snigger every time Gaston came onto screen.

“What are you laughing at?” MC asked confused, turning her face toward him.

“Nothing, he just reminds me of Lucifer.” He laughed while pointing at the screen, “I mean they’re both proud, pompous fools.”

“Satan!” MC gasped, playfully slapping his arm, “Lucifer is nothing like Gaston.”

“Whatever you say MC...” he grinned cheekily, turning his attention back to the film while she scoffed. “I mean perhaps you’re right - Gaston actually knows he wants Belle.”

Pausing the film, MC glanced at Satan concerned. “What are you trying to say?” She sighed.

Realising he may have taken it too far, Satan let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I thought I could tell you these things...” she breathed, disappointed that he was mocking her situation.

“And you can!” He assured, rolling over so that they were face to face, “I just...I don’t want to see you get hurt by him again.”

MC’s face softened momentarily. “Neither do I.”

‘Then be with me instead!’

“I want you to be careful around him, MC.” Satan spoke seriously, “Please don’t allow him to keep getting your hopes up.”

“That’s easier said than done.” She admitted.

Seeing her face fall, Satan quickly changed the subject. “Come on let’s not think about that now. Why don’t we finish the film, hey Belle?” He smiled.

“Belle?” She laughed, brightening up again.

“She reminds me of you.” Satan chuckled nonchalantly, reaching for the remote before pressing ‘play’.

Meanwhile MC lingered for a moment in her position gazing at Satan. Her face softened while she smiled at the new name he’d given her. But soon, her thoughts returned to the film and she turned her head back to the television.

[idjitlili]

Thorin x Modern!reader

Summary: imagine being annoying and singing the bilbo baggins ballad to wind up Thorin.

Word count:2125

You had been travelling with company for many months now, since you dropped from the sky onto a troll. It hurt like a smashing your back into the taps of a fancy bath. Then you were almost eaten by that troll, until Gandalf had saved you and the small dudes by smashing a rock in half.

Gandalf had allowed you to join the Journey despite Thorins total dislike of the idea.This face scrunched up in anger as he began to talk “I will not be responsible for her safety nor Bilbos.” You giggles at Bilbos name you knew exactly where you were and what you were going to do on the journey. Thorin turned to you and glared, you just stuck your hands up on surrender.

“Very well ,Thorin but you will not cause harm to my burglar or this women.” Gandalf spoke to the dwarves king.

Over the course of these months Thorin ignores you as much as he could even after bilbo saved him, he still avoided you at all costs. You thought he thought you were annoying. Kili and fili would annoy their uncle to get attention from him so that was exactly what you were going to do.

Now you all were escaping Thranduils kingdom in barrels down a river,thanks to Bilbo. The water soaked your shirt with y/m/r(movie reference) upon it, and denim shorts. Since the elves had stripped you from everything else, despite the dwarves anger. Not going to lie this barrel ride thing was very fun. From what you gathered so far Thorin wasn’t the type of person for jolly songs, and you knew of a song that was just that. You had previously had your arms in the arm , like on a rollercoaster, so you began shouting lyrics while doing so.

“In the Middle of the Earth, in the land of Shire

Lives a brave little hobbit whom we all admire

With his long, wooden pipe

Fuzzy, wooly toes

He lives in a hobbit-hole and everybody knows him”

Bilbo looks at you confused, aswell as legolas , he wonders what the fuck she doing she’s gonna get stabbed. Kili has already been shot and you all had already passed through the gate. You were trying to annoy Thorin yes but to lighten the mood distract kili from his pain.

“Bilbo (Bilbo!), Bilbo Baggins

He's only three feet tall

Bilbo (Bilbo!), Bilbo Baggins

The bravest little hobbit of 'em all!”

You aren’t really singing you just shouting the lyrics, Thorin keeps glancing at you with glares you smirk at him, you are sure that kili is going to join in singing soon enough.

“Now, hobbits are peace-loving folks, you know

They're never in a hurry and they take things slow

They don't like to travel away from home

They just like to eat and be left alone!”

“But one day Bilbo was asked to go

On a big adventure to the caves below

To help some dwarves get back their gold

That was stolen by a dragon in the days of old.”

You duck in the barrel as arrow flew passed you.

“Well he fought with the goblins!

He battled a troll!

He riddled with Gollum!

A magic THING He stole!

He was chased by wolves!

Lost in the forest!

Escaped in a barrel from the elf-king's halls!” You purposely changed ring to thing , so no one knew his secret you just smiled at Bilbo who had his mouth wide open, knowing you knew he had found a ring.

“Bilbo (Bilbo!), Bilbo Baggins

The bravest little hobbit of 'em all!” Kili and fili joined in at the second Bilbo, Bofur laughed the three of you, Bilbo smiled.

“Now he's back in his hole in the land of Shire

That brave little hobbit whom we all admire

Just a-sittin' on a treasure of silver and gold

A-puffin' on his pipe in his hobbit-hole!”

By the time you had finished you all had outrun or out swam , you all got the barrels drenched in water, clothes sagging from it.

“Y/n , is that a song from where you are from?” Bilbo had questioned you looking up at you , standing on the bank of the shore , you nodded at the hobbit. Before anyone could say anything else , Thorin marched over to you , grabbing you by the shoulder to turn you to him.

“What WERE you doing?” He screamed at you with anger. Damn this felt like the perfect line , he just spoon fed you more motive.

“ what arrr you doing?!” You frowned at Thorin , who clenched his fists harder.

“No,I SAID what were you doing?”

“What’re you doing?” You smirked , as Thorin scoffed at you about to shout at you, but then Bilbo clenched on your hand pulling you away. You looked back at Thorin who was still scowling at you, you gave him that smiling face Nicolas cage does.

That didn’t continue much longer , as Bard arrived, “damn bro he looks better in person.” You whispered Bilbo who just just nudged you’re leg to be quiet.

“When I was a lad, I ate four dozen eggs

Every morning to help me get large

And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen eggs

So I'm roughly the size of a barge.” You spoke quietly down into the water recalling beauty and the beast. You had a huge crush on Gaston, but stupid Thorin bad made you achieve a bigger on on him.

“I’m so sorry miss y/n, but bomburs the only one the same size as a barge.” Bofur smirked to you , you giggled “it’s just a song from my home, sir.” You looked towards the dwarf with the hat.

“You will have to sing it for us miss y/n, your Songs are most enjoyable.” He smiled at you placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t sing, hence why shouted the last song.” This made bofur laugh, but didn’t say anything , but bard told the dwarves to get in the barrels to hide. “Mister Bard , I have too long of a torso to hide in them.” Bard looked at your appearance , frowning you looked very different to anyone you had met. He wraps his coat around your shoulders.

“We shall act if we are courting as you need to wear my coat to hide your strange clothing.” He smiles lightly at you.

“Yes sir.” You did an army salute, he chucked at your weird gesture. Thorin didn’t like this idea or the way you looked at Bard.

Bard had been stopped from going into lake town from that greasy skank Alfred, eventually Bard had convinced him but that wasn’t going to stop him eyeing you up.

You glared at him , grabbing onto Bards arm, who realised what was happening wrapped his arm around you pulling you into his side. Alfrid was soon to look away embarrassed, he was clearly afraid of bard. Soon you passed and was able to let go of bard and soon the dwarves were out of the barrels. While bard and you headed to his house with his son , Bain. “Thank you bard for helping us.” You had told bard he sent you a smile.

You entered the house house to be greeted by his two daughters ,sigrid and Tilda. Their mouths gap in shock, at you wearing their fathers coat. You pull it off , putting on the peg. “Isn’t see a little young father?” Sigrid has questioned her father, you were only two years older than her.

“Uh.. I am not courting your father.” You replied with a blush on your cheeks from embarrassment. “Why are there dwarves coming out of our toilet da?” Sigrid had questioned, after the embarrassing in counter. “Will they bring us luck?” Tilda spoke up in excitement. Bilbo walked into the room wet and cold, as bards daughters gave you and the other blankets. You wrapped it around your cold form, “how was your trip Bilbo?” You smirked.

He sent you a glare “oh lovely , you know I had a nice swim.” You giggled.Thorin glared at you , from the fire place.

***

Yo u had told Thorin it was a trap , saving fili and kilis life, now Thorin fought Azog on the ice. Once Azog was distracted Thorin has threw that brick like weapon to Azog causing him to caught it. Thorin stood off the ice , making Azog fall but before he fell in the water you had popped out plunging the sword into Azog a back into his heart.

Your sword had became stuck, you pull at it with all your might, but you can’t get it free. Before you know it you are in the freezing water, trying keep ahold on the ice.

“Y/n?!” Thorin screamed running , towards you, but you cannot hold on to the cold ice any longer. “T-tho” before you can finish his name you lose grasp on the ice, plunging into the icy water. Your whole body is covered as your fingers lose sight of dryness , before the water takes over.

For moments that felt like hours you were surrounded, in death, before someone had grabbed onto your hand pulling you out of the water with ease. Yet you still only saw darkness until the you began coughing up water to breath. You lay on the cold ice spitting up the water on your side. “Y/n?” Someone’s voices echoed, through your blocked ears. You couldn’t see clear everything was blurry, you couldn’t make out details.

Large hands pull you into their bodies , wrapping fur around you soaking body. Bloody hell you were still wearing shorts and a t-shirt. “Yes?” You had whispered before closing your eyes, the person had stood up carrying you bridal style , becoming sonic running.

The next time you woke up you were in a bed , covered with furs and a very warm body laying at your side. The body is strong and muscular his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. The furs tickle your bare arms. You eyes shot open like a fridge by a hungry obese man. (That guy egg dude from sonic) You look to your side to see Thorin in deep slumber , his face surprisingly peaceful, as great contrast to his brooding face. “DAMN BRO did I finally get laid?” You shout loudly causing Thorin to jolt.

He sits up in the bed, you were in the covers yet he lay onto of them, without his shoes just a tunic and pants. “Y/n,you are awake.” He spoke groggly,removing his arm from you quickly when noticing it’s position. “I’m so sorry y/n” damn he never apologised except to Bilbo. “It’s okay I didn’t mind.” You smiled slyly at him.

“Thank you.” He had spoke sincerely, you sat up in the bed, joints cracking, looking around the room, this wasn’t your room Thorin had given you... it was his room.

“For what?” You questioned , you did nothing but almost dying. “For saving my family y/n . For that I also must apologise for treating you so poorly. I hope you can forgive me.” Thorin was also sitting up next to you clutching your now warm hand holding it gently.

“It’s all good Thorin. Not going to lie to you, I did annoy you to get a reaction out of you.” You smirk at the dwarves king. He chuckled at him “yes I was fully aware, kili and fili do the same thing.”

“That’s where I got the idea.” You giggledz

“Of course you did.” You sigh , In satisfaction you had never had a proper conversation with Thorin.

“God dude you didn’t even speak to me , and when you did you were angry. Yet still a dwarf , you captured my heart.” You spoke lowly , not really thinking about your words.

“I did?” You gasp , Thorin looks at you in shock, you eyes burn in embarrassment, you nod slowly and nervously. Before you know it , Thorin had grasped your cheeks pressing his lips to yours briefly before pulling away.

“As you have captured mine. God I saw those looks you gave that barge man.” He strokes his thumb on your cheek softly.

“What can I say he is a very handsome man.” You giggle at your own words.

Before you know it the door is open and Bilbo is skipping in “Oh my you have changed Thorin.” You both snap you’re heads to Bilbo.

“You did nawtttt God damnit Dildo Gaggins,”

[ilguna]

i also have a list of shit my history teacher (this year) has said and done so I will share it with you:

warning: its really fucking long bc he would say/do shit MULTIPLE times a day

goes onto the next slide, “it’s a meme, get it?” proceeds to explain the meme (its the hey arnold meme with the first)

also goes onto another slide, with the twitter opinion meme. at the end of the paragraph it says “this class smacks, I’m lit”

“I’m going to beat up your brother. i am going to pummel him.”

On the 6th day of class he finally realized that there was a total of 6 guys and the rest were girls

student: “You should not put it in (as an assingment)”. teacher; “laugh out loud, im dead”

he was teaching us how to write a DBQ, the computer had a pop up saying that the battery was low, and then a spider shows up out of fucking nowhere, hanging from the ceiling. he CLAPS it, jokes about eating it, and then sets it on his desk (not in the trash can 2 feet away) so he can “deal with it later”

his endless military stories, specifically ORANGE DESERT

he wrote “if you would have had your thinking skull on” on my first DBQ

him saying “I hate this” after typing a word wrong multiple times while teaching us DBQ’s lmfao

“For the lols”

Threw a box of tissues across the room into the trash can

threw a box of tissues at a student

he had this obsession with throwing expo markers at his whiteboard, trying to make it land on the metal part so expect that a lot.

“Do you want me to drown him in a bathtub?” (which was about a student’s dog that had separation anxiety lmaoo)

Sang the rain drop, drop top song

The collars on his shirt turned up

“He’ll be beaten for that distraction” (after his son called him during his lesson and he willingly answered)

“Stay woke” 

“It was a hot boy summer for him”

expo marker landed on the metal thing for once thanks to a towel that was there

kyle (it must have been a story or something i dont remember)

He woah’d at some point

HAHA so there was a kid in my class that had got caught with a bong on the second week of school and he was suspended. when he came back to class, we were going over what the south grew in the U.S. very early on into colonization. and he used the bong kid as an example of a tobacco farmer

tried to eat a balled up paper

“important revolutionary war stuff”

“My bae, George Washington”

“They could’ve killed g-dubz, but they didn’t”

called george washington “g-dubz” frequiently

“Facts”

“Swagtastic”

he got excited over a military general (baron friedrich von steuben) for being a gay military general--”That was very well respected!”

“He had a ton of swagger”--referring to ben franklin

“His nickname was the swamp fox. You guys can call me that”

The snowball fight story--his brother was friends with a kid he hated next door. my teacher challenged the kid--Eric--to a snowball fight. In preparation, my teacher had froze snowballs, and so when he did have the fight, he LITERALLY knocked Eric out and left him on the front lawn unconscious (he was an elementary school kid)

one time he gave us the punishment quiz by accident, tried to make up for it by giving everyone the answer to #6. however, it turned out to be wrong so he just gave us all 100′s instead

another military story of the goat he bought from an old man with his buddies. unfortunately they had to kill the goat to eat, but the FACT that my teacher said this “a cute little goat--you know, baaa?” as if we didn’t know what a goat was 

He was the golf/hockey coach!! so not only would he talk about beating up the kids in the golf club

he would also do random golf swings all the goddamn time! with no gold club or ball, it was just air.

“You are about to get clowned, young lady”

pronounced pamphlet as pamplet fora good part of his teaching career (another story he told us)

“It’s definitely not the declaration of independence you mouth breather!”

George washington = bae on a powerpoint

“you tied me up real good”

“France also popped off”

Compares the Connecticut compromise to ppap (with the song and everything!)

Told someone to shut up after they suggested that Iowa was the least populated state (he’s from Iowa)

hick iowa, to be exact

Wrote 23 as 32, realized his mistake and said “oop im dyslexic”

“If it’s a purge, I’m killing everybody”

“Federalism, not onion!’

“Who’s the dumbass guy? Ducey!” (our state governor)

he got arrested once. his mugshot is on google images and everything

he got arrested bc some guy was destroying his house w a baseball bat at a party his friendw as throwing (but it was at my teachers house). my teacher respectfully punched him and brought him to the front lawn. called the cops when the guy wouldnt leave and ended up being arrested too. teacher thought his career was over and threatened the guy the entire way to the police station

“laugh out loud!”

“We beat the begeezus out of a bunch of british people”

pronounced wolf as woof

“Who was his daddy? Who’s his daddy?”

Called a swim cap a bonnet

“Kick!”--then proceeds to kick a tennis ball. before that he had just thrown it to get out of his way

“Jesus, you’re a big boy”

for like 2 weeks straight he used that same tennis ball to try and erase a whiteboard. and im not talking rubbing it on the board, he fucking threw it at the wall, getting it off little by little. he eventually gave up, though

“I’ll snot rocket into the trash can”

“Cause I realize most of you are morons”

was obsessed with the cowboy boogie

“Every time I cough, my tail bone hurts”

“Do i look normal?”

“I look like an old man”

“Shut up your faces”

“I see you back there, queen”

“Some of you girls need to learn from this article”--the article was old & about girls being submissive

“that would hurt some people’s feelings, but I’m not gonna show it hurt mine”

“He’s just--’meow’”--about his cat

he had a sweater that had his face on it, photoshopped over a boxer that a student gave him. he wore it during winter

flicked a tennis ball across the room with a hockey stick. hit the coffee thermo on his desk, stared for a couple of seconds, and THEN realized that it was open

First off, all you kids making memes about dodging the draft--we don’t want your dumbasses anyway” --continued to rant for a few minutes after that

he HATED the national anthem with a burning passion

“I’m old as shit”

also, his cat’s name IS meow cat

more expo marker throwing

“Hey there handsome”-- to the teacher next door

“Henry clay is going to haunt you until april” (unfortunately we didnt make it that far into the school year bc of covid. disappointed that i didnt get to be haunted)

Singing electric avenue

“but here’s the tea”

“Flagstaff is like--” *reaches as high as he can to put expo marker on the wall

“I’m adopting all of you, and we’re moving to saudi arabia”

teacher: “I’m gonna break bowers kneecaps in front of you. you still want to be on strike?” not bowers but a different kid: “no...?”

Cleaned the shades in the middle of him explaining something

“You know your pinky toe? this little roast beef?”

THE TURTLE SOUP STORY. when my teacher was still a kid, he found a turtle in the wild, and brought it to his grandparents house (they owned a farm). he took care of the turtle for a while, even after his grandfather found out. until one day he came home and saw blood everywhere, went to find the turtle to see it was gone. then found his grandfather chopping up the fucking turtle so they could have it for soup for dinner. his grandfather literally made him fatten up the turtle so they could eat it

“Did mr.*****--?” (referring to himself in 3rd person, also blocked out to protect privacy)

“i’m going to staple your nostrils closed. staple, staple. ‘I can’t breathe mr.*****!’ should’ve done your DBQ!!”

his pedo stache 

stood with a paper and smiled, thinking that a student was taking a picture of him when it was really the paper

doesn’t know who gaston is???

him: “I’m going to staple your noses together. One staple” Student: “*****’s piercing parlor!”

*singing* “beauty and the beast”

“I’m going to tackle you”

more random golf swinging

“What’s up (my name)?” me: hi *he then hits the bun on the top of my head on his way in the door*

And he did it again the next day

he literally made kids compete with pastries

which reminds me, he brought donuts in 2 days in a row like a week after that and make us (his first hour) take bites bc he realized he didn’t want to eat it. one of the girls was glad to take it from him, everyone else told him no

“Good morning (my name) how are you?” me: “I’m sick again... do you need help? (with the door)” him; “Actually, yes” (normally he can open the door even when his hands are full but there was a stack of pop tart boxes that were as tall as him so) i opened the door, he goes in and says, “thank you (my name), for not being rude”

the following quotes are for the Hot Seat

Student: “what do you do--?” him: “you’re in the hot seat!”

“Some people cry”

“La *****, luxurious”

“You sit here, and you stare (into the projector light)”

basically everyone in the class had to answer a question as a review. there was a stool in front of the smartboard, perfectly placed so that the projector light would LITERALLy be in your eyes. i actually got the question right on some miracle.

“2 points of weed?”

“Can I get some of that hot leaf?”

“They will make more drugs! You can’t do that much drug!”

“You guys bullied me and stole it”

“Whole rest of the nation sucked an egg”

“Whelp, let’s just kill myself”

“Do you guys know david chapel?” *sigh when everyone says no*

*some girls singing the national anthem* Him: “no! none of this, none of this!”

“Calibri’s for idiots” (the font)

“The only thing that was in--shit”

“and uncle sam--gettin lit”

“Their daddy--UH--”

“They’re going to blame the jews--my people” (he got a dna test done, he’s not actually jewish)

“Whatever you say, boomer”

“Use my words to plagiarize in college”

“I’m jewish, that’s offensive”

“Tell him he gave me instant cancer”

Me: “can i go to the bathroom?” him: “I’ll allow it”

him: “He’s antisemetic and it hurts my feelings” student: “what does that mean again?” him: “Hates jews :(”

“You guys can call me kingfish if you’d like”

~ after we said no to the nicknames, we tried to make one for him ~

student: “cornhusker!” him: “no, that’s offensive... and it’s also nebraska”

student: “corn picker!” him: “no--that sounds like a racist term or something”

“Unless corona really does take over--” (thank u, mr. for ruining the school year”

Student: “how old was she (his mom) when she had you?” him: “thirteen”

“My mom just turned 40 the other day...” (a joke)

him: “My brother got t-boned by a semi truck last night” Student: “Why are you laughing?” him: “Because he lived.”

“Yeah bc I would hide out in a public school with 300 new kids a year” (about him not living in iowa so he’s hiding out in az to get away from his “criminal record” (refer to the 1 time hes been arrested))

“Baby death?”

“Their family has more money than jesus”

*Standing outside the door yelling “CORONA” to students walking in”

“Hey I’m *****, f-word, blah, blah”

“We should fight our cats.”

“OH that’s a big chonk cat.”

“Mortal Kombat is pretty cool. I haven’t played in 25 years”

he told us in class once that we shouldnt open the front door if cops show up at a party. just to shut the blinds and be a little quieter bc the cops cant legally open the door

also one time he had a gun pointed to his face but he never finished that story bc he never liked it

during quarantine he set a DBQ as 1000 points (and i still didnt do it)

and “Here’s the tea, kiddos!”

honorable mentions: all the time he’s sent out emails bc theyre fucking hilarious

[girl-with-cat-eyes]

Tale as Old as Time (1/?)

Summary:  Years ago, an unlucky prince fell victim to fate and was cursed to spend forever as a beast. He hid away in fear of what he'd become. In a nearby town, a young man struggles to care for his ailing father. In the ultimate sacrifice, he agrees to live with beastly prince. Can our anxious beauty melt this beast's heart? AKA Thvi beauty and the  beast au.

Ships: Thvi, Logicality, Romile, Demus

A/N: So 2 days ago I was talking with @forever-forgotten-angel on Discord when we had the following conversation. 

Me: Wait... Thvi beauty and the beast au!

Lexie: Y E S

After about a million hcs for the idea we decided that it needed to be written. And so here we are! A thvi au of my favorite Disney movie if all time! I will most likely make a side blog for this au so keep an eye out for that. If you’d like to be added to the taglist for this just send me or @forever-forgotten-angel a message. Let me know what you think! And without further ado, enjoy. 

~

Long ago, in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. He grew up with everything heart desired available with a wave of his hand. Now our prince was not cruel or unkind or selfish. Quite the opposite. His first thoughts were always of his people and next of his friends. But fate can be a cruel mistress, and he was a victim of it. 

One night, an old beggar woman came to the palace asking for a place to stay. The prince went to invite her in, but hesitated. There had been reports of a killer on the loose. He couldn't just allow anyone in his home. He refused. She asked once more, warning him that appearances are rarely what they seem. But our prince was a young boy and afraid. He apologized and refused once more. 

In a flash, the old woman's disguise melted away leaving a beautiful enchantress in her place. She said that the prince was uncaring to others and as such deserved to be punished. He tried to apologize and explain but she would not hear it. Angered at her treatment by the prince, the enchantress placed a curse upon him and all other inhabitants of the castle. 

The prince would be forced to spend his days as a monstrous beast until he learned his lesson. When the time came, the enchantress would remove the curse. There would be no other cure. How she did not specify what the lesson he had to learn was. The prince and his servants were forgotten by the rest of the world, secluded away in their castle. And, as time went on, lost all hope the curse would be broken. 

~ 

Virgil woke up with a soft groan. He dragged himself out of sleep just enough to turn off his alarm clock before sitting up with a soft groan. He looked at his clock. 8:30, he thought, Time to start the day. 

He got dressed quickly, throwing on a shirt and some jeans before grabbing his hoodie. His hoodie was his ultimate comfort in life, and he never went anywhere without it. Next up was to go make his father breakfast. Virgil made porridge and tea quickly, going to take it to his father's room. 

"Time to get up, dad." He called as he entered. His father, Dee, was lying in bed asleep a grey pallor coloring his skin. Virgil held back a wince. His father had been ill for the past year and a half and so far no one had been able to find a cure. 

Dee sat up with a soft groan. "Dad you should really take the day off work. I can work extra hours today and-"

"I will not force my son to work extra hours at a job that pays pennies because I'm feeling a little off." He gave Virgil a look. "I will be fine to work today. Just like I am everyday." 

Virgil rolled his eyes, setting the tray down in front of him. "This isn't just some cold though. You've felt like this for the past year now. I really think some time off work would help you." 

Dee sighed, going to eat his porridge before stopping. "Have you eaten yet?" He was met with silence. "Why haven't you eaten? Take this." He tried to push the bowl towards his son. 

"There was only enough for one. You need to eat. I pick up something on my way into work. Besides I ate last night." Virgil made to go. "I have to go now but I'll be back by 1." 

He left hearing his father grumbling that "I will not let you go without food so I can get 3 meals a day." 

He shook his head, ignoring the hunger pangs in his stomach. Sure he hadn't eaten in a while, but he was fine. His dad needed it more. After all, he was sick. He needed his strength so he could get better. 

He made his way through town, heading for the book store he worked at since he was 16.  The pay wasn't the best but it meant he could stay home and take care of his father. There was only one downside. 

"There you are Virgil!" 

Speak of the devil. 

Virgil sighed and turned around. "Here I am Gaston." He gave the other man his fakest smile. "And I need to get to work, so is there something you need?" 

The man in question gave him a grin. "Why, I was wondering if you would like to get dinner with me tonight?" 

He thought it over. Dinner with the most awful man Virgil had ever met? Or probably not eating tonight? It was a tough call. "I have to stay home and take care of my dad tonight. But I will give you a raincheck, ok? As friends." He tried to emphasize the last bit. Gaston had been trying to get Virgil to go out with him for years. The guy wouldn't take no for an answer. 

The only good thing about it is that it meant Virgil would have enough food to last him all week if he agreed. Which meant he could make make sure Dee actually got 3 meals a day. But he hated leading him on, even if he always emphasized it was a friendly outing. 

"I'm sure your father will be fine for one evening." 

"My father is ill. You know that Gaston. I can't just go anywhere I please, something could happen to him while I'm gone." Virgil made to move away, but Gaston blocked his path.

"You know, you're a lot prettier when you aren't worrying over nothing." He rolled his eyes. 

"Still I can't go tonight. Some other time though." With that Virgil jerked his way around him. He sighed as he came to the bookstore. 

~ 

Virgil was sure that time passes 3 times slower when working. That's how it felt to him at least. It was a slow day at the bookstore, no one really coming in to buy or sell anything. Thankfully he only had half an hour left. 

He was contemplating banging his head off a wall when he heard the bell chime. He looked up to see an older man standing in the doorway. "Hello!" He called. "How can I help you?" 

The stranger approached the front desk where Virgil stood. "I was hoping to sell this book. It's about rare flowers and their properties." He opened the book to a random page. "See? I was hoping you could tell me how much it's worth?" 

"I'll have to get my boss for that. He normally handles apprais-" Virgil stopped. The page depicted what appeared to be a purple rose, only it had a glow about it. "What is that? The flos insidias magicae fabrica?" 

The man startled. "Oh that's a rare flower. It has all kinds of medicinal properties." He shrugged. 

Virgil looked up at him. "It says that a tea from this can cure mortuus est pater disease." 

"Well yes…" 

"My father has mortuus est pater disease! Do you know where I can get it?" Virgil looked at the man with pleading eyes. He'd pay whatever it took, do whatever it took. Healing his father seemed like a dream. A dream that got further and further away with each day, as his father grew weaker. Yet here was hope that it wasn’t a dream at all, but a reality. He only wishes he’d known sooner. Been able to save his father from suffering as much as he had. 

The man looked at him in shock.  He seemed to have an internal debate before answering. "Flos insidias magicae frabica grows near here. At the old castle near the capital. I would harvest it and sell it myself but a beast lives there. I wouldn't want to get on his bad side." 

Virgil raised an eyebrow. "A beast?" 

"Yes a beast. I can tell you how to get in if you want. But it's your funeral if you risk it." 

"Please." 

~

The trip to the capital had been easier than Virgil could believe it would be. He'd taken all of his savings, some food, a blanket, and Dee and loaded them into the car. Truthfully he hadn't wanted to drag his dad along but it was a 2 drive to the castle in question. Meaning he'd be away for 4 days. 

He was lucky they had both been able to get time off. Virgil's boss was understanding and kind. He'd happily given him the time off so that Virgil could see his father cured. Dee's boss was harder to convince. But Virgil had been able to wear him down, bringing up that Dee never took off work even now that he was deathly ill. He deserved the time to find a cure. 

Virgil could have sworn his father's smile could light up a room when he burst into their home shouting that he found a cure. Dee hadn't wanted to believe him at first, but Virgil was insistent. Virgil had pointed out that it was worth a shot. That Dee not suffering was worth anything. 

They arrived at the castle after dark. Virgil didn't want to risk anyone seeing them. He circled the outer wall for a few minutes. Finally he found an area of the wall that looked like he could climb it. Climbing over and watching so his dad wouldn't fall, Virgil began his search. 

~ 

Logan had been cuddling with his husband and their son when he heard it. Or well cuddling as best he could. He found it rather hard to hold his family the way they deserved these days. Of course he still held them close as best he could. But his ability to hold his family isn't the point. He heard a clatter from outside. Groggily, he went to look out the window, and gasped at what he saw. 

Two people stood in the garden, clearly searching for something. He could hear one speaking. "It has to be here somewhere." 

He made to go wake up the master, only stopping when he saw Patton move. "Shhh." He whispered. "Go back to sleep. I'll be right back." Logically, he knew Patton would wait for him to come back before falling asleep, but he didn't want his husband to worry. He gave one last look to Patton and Charles. He loved them more than he could put into words.

Running as fast as he could, Logan tried to think of what these strangers could want. Money? Surely that had to be it. The master had plenty of it. He had to warn him of these intruders. He peered into the room. His master sat on his bed, peering at a picture of himself as a child. He still felt guilt. The poor thing. 

"Sir?" 

"Logan…" He sighed. "I told you not to call me that. We're equals." 

"I'd disagree but that's not why I'm here. It's important." 

"What is it?" 

"There's intruders in the garden." He was out the door before Logan could utter another word. 

~ 

Virgil was panicking. They'd searched half the garden so far and he hadn't seen a single flos insidias magicae fabrica plant. But he refused to lose hope. They'd come all this way to find a cure, and Virgil would find a cure. He had too. Otherwise Dee would die. He couldn't imagine going on without his father. He had to find this plant. 

They were in the center of the gardens when Virgil saw him stumble. "Dad." He turned towards his father. "You need to sit down. There's a bench right there." 

He lead his father to the bench in question before continuing his search. Virgil was comparing leaves with a picture of the plant he brought when he heard something from behind him. It was probably nothing. And then he heard a voice that wasn't Dee. 

"I have to admire the call of a burglar who sits down to relax while trying to break in." 

Virgil ran back to his father at full speed. He couldn't hear his father speak and prayed that he wasn't hurt. He stopped about 100 feet away from his dad in shock. He had to be dreaming. 

Only he wasn’t.

At first he thought it was a person towering over his dad. An extremely tall person. The stranger looked like he was almost 8 feet tall. And then Virgil realized that this…..animal?..... was covered in fluffy coffee brown fur all over. Way too much hair to be a human. Not to mention the tail. Maybe it was a wolf trying to stand on 2 legs? That would make sense. And then his mind registered the fact that this wolf was wearing clothes. Clothes that were way too nice to be dog clothes. They looked like they were meant for royalty. He was trying to figure out what exactly the creature in front of him was when it spoke.

“I’m really not in the mood to deal with burglars today, so how about you tell me what you were doing here and leave. Yes?”

Virgil couldn’t let his dad take the blame for this. He just couldn’t. It had been his idea to come here, Dee couldn’t get in trouble for him. He was sickly; there was no way he could survive in jail. Before he was even consciously aware of what he was doing he found himself running forward. 

“Wait!” He called. “It’s my fault! Please don’t hurt him, he’s sick.”

He could hear his father shouting “No!” as the creature turned around and Virgil was finally able to get a good look at them. Their face was as equally as furry as the rest of their body. Brown eyes sat beneath a pair of dark horns and two fangs poked up from his bottom lip. Virgil looked down and saw blunt claws at the tips of human-like hands. All in all, they reminded Virgil of a teddy bear. He would think they were cute if it weren’t for the fact that he had technically broke into their home. 

“He’s sick?” They asked. 

“Yes. That’s why we’re here. My father… He has mortuus est pater disease.” Virgil felt himself tear up as he spoke. “The only cure is a tea made from flos insidias migicae frabrica.I was told that the flower grows here… In your gardens.” They raised an eyebrow. “You mean you broke in to… get a flower so you could cure your father?”

Virgil could see the man in question trying to get up and struggling. He turned his attention back to the creature. “Yes. I would have knocked but we were told this castle was abandoned. We didn’t mean to break in. I’ll pay you if need be, it’s just that this flower is so rare and this was the only place we knew of that has it.”

They sighed, a regretful look in their eyes. “I would gladly give you the flower for free but it’s died for the season. It won’t bloom again until spring. If you’d like, you could stay here until then and I will give you the flower the minute it blooms?” It was Dee who spoke next. “No we can’t. We both have jobs we need to get back to.” He stood up and began leading Virgil to the front gate. “I could send word out to you once the flower blooms.” Virgil nodded eagerly.

“Please?” With that Dee had Virgil outside and heading to the car. He stopped once they were in front of it, checking over his son to see if he was hurt. “Are you ok? You shouldn’t have done that! He could have hurt you!”

“Dad! I’m ok. And I was scared for you!”

Dee sighed before getting into the driver’s seat. “Come on. We’re going home. I’ll take first shift.”

Virgil hesitated. It was a 2 day drive back home to their village. Come spring that creature would have to send word out to him and then they’d have to drive there. That was 4 days where the flowers would be bloomed before they could cure Dee. But if Virgil stayed here…. He could get the flower back as soon as it bloomed. Every day counted. And they said they were ok with it. 

“Virgil?” He heard Dee ask. But it was too late. Virgil was running back into the garden, Dee chasing after him. 

“Wait!” He called out. 

The creature- Virgil really need to get their name- stopped and turned around from where they’d been walking back inside. “Yes?”

“I’ll stay with you.” “VIRGIL!” He heard his dad shout from behind him. 

He turned around. “Dad. It’s a 2 day drive. I can get the flower sooner if I’m here when it blooms. Which means you’ll be cured sooner.”

“But-” 

“I’ll be safe. I swear. And we can keep in touch.” He pulled out his phone. “Please? I want you to have your best chance.”

He saw his father sigh. He looked to the creature behind Virgil. “You promise he’ll be safe with you?”

“I swear on my life.”

Dee gave a final sigh before pulling Virgil into a hug. “I promise that I’ll be hear to get you if anything happens.” 

Virgil sniffled softly. “I know Dad. I love you.”

He knew that Dee was crying softly too, even if he couldn’t see it. “I love you too, my little bat. I will see you come spring.”

Virgil nodded. “I’ll be home with a cure. I promise.”

He stood there and watched as his father got back in his car and drove away. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder and looked to see his new roommate looking down at him. “I’m sorry. You must truly love your father to be willing to do this for him.”

Virgil wiped his eyes. “He’s all I have.”

They sighed, guiding Virgil inside the castle. “Well I swear we’ll cre him. But for now, you should come inside. It’s cold I’m sure.”

“I don’t know your name.” They stopped. 

“Hmm?” 

“You never told me your name. I’m Virgil. He/him pronouns.”

They looked sheepish. “Oh uh he/him pronouns for me as too. And I’m Thomas.”

~

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A Tale as Old as Time? Part 5

Ok so first off, this story is now on my AO3!

It had been 3 months now since I woke up. And now Christmas was right around the corner. I had to be very sneaky with getting Harry's present.

Mom and Dad understood my reasons for wanting to stay at school during winter break. I mean Grandfather wasn't too keen on Harry, if he found out my plan he'd surely have an aneurism.

I was happy that Gil, Uma, Evie, Carlos, and Jay all managed to agree to my plan. So i had all of our friends at the school.

Sadly Jane couldn't stay, Fairy Godmother was taking her to Neverland for Christmas. Mal and Ben couldn't stay either, they had plans to visit all the neighboring kingdoms, as well as celebrating Christmas with Hades, Belle, and Beast.

My plan was to give Harry a family Christmas that he deserves. I got the presents from Chad and Gil hid them in his closet. They were presents from my mom, who I had been texting with for the last few months and she seemed to approve of Harry, Gil, and Uma. So she bought them each Christmas presents, as well as Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay. 

I made sure to give Mal her present before she left. Of course my mom got her a Dragon themed journal. 

"Oh my gosh! This is beautiful! Tell your mom that I love it!" Mal exclaimed, hugging me.

"I will! I'm sad that you won't be here for the surprise." I stated, frowning.

"I know! But it's my first Christmas with my father, you understand, don't you?" Mall asked, holding my hands in hers.

"Of course!" I exclaimed with a smile.

"Wonderful! Oh I have gifts for everyone. I left them with Evie." Mal explained with a wink.

"Thank you so much! You have a wonderful trip! Tell Ben I said Merry Christmas!" I exclaimed, hugging Mal.

I soon headed back to the dorms. Standing outside my dorm, I smiled at the sign:

Cindy Luna Charming

Harry Hook

Gil Gaston

I slowly opened the door and smiled at the boys.

"It's my turn with the remote!" Gil whined as the boys wrestled for the TV remote.

"Nah, it's my turn!" Harry argued, trying to keep the remote away from Gil.

I smiled and sat my bag on the bed and walked over to the couch and easily snatched the remote from Harry's hand and plopped down on the couch, turning it to the news.

"Love!!! We were gunna watch a movie!" Harry whined.

"No I wanted to watch the nature channel!" Gil whined.

"No, we need to watch the news, they're talking about the weather this week." I stated, turning up the volume as the boys moved to sit on either side of me, with Harry leaning his head on my shoulder.

"This week's weather is going to be a cold one folks! A major snow storm set to hit overnight. Covering most of the viewing area. If you have plans to visit family, better to leave now before the storm hits. Up to 2 feet of snow is predicted." The weather man explained.

"Snow!!" I exclaimed with a smile, my hair flaming a tiny bit from excitement.

"Snow? That's that white stuff that falls from the sky right?" Gil asked.

"Yea! Wait you guys didn't get snow on the Isle?" I asked looking between Harry and Gil.

"Nah, we never even got rain, just cloudy all the time." Harry explained, burying his face in my neck.

"Oh… wow, that's a little sad." I frowned, my hair sizzling out.

"Hey, don't be sad! We get to see it now! And Evie made all of us winter clothes already!" Gil exclaimed with a smile.

"That's good! Cause you both are going to need warm clothes!" I stated, looking at Harry.

"What?" 

"You do wear clothes that aren't really made to keep you warm." Gil stated, trying to hide behind me.

Harry held up his hook.

"Calm down love. He's not wrong. You wear a lot of tanks and sleeveless vests. Winter is a cold time of year. I mean look at what we're wearing compared to what you're wearing." I explained, gesturing to how me and Gil were wearing winter clothes, long sleeves and pants, and then gesturing to Harry who was wearing his favorite sleeveless tank that had an ashy looking skull on it and shorts.

"Okay, ye both have a point." Harry confessed, setting his hook down and burying his face in my neck.

"I can't help it if my Love is very warm!!" Harry whined, hugging my side.

I giggled. Wrapping my arms around him and letting one of my hands bury itself in his hair. I could feel him sighing with content as my fingers massaged his hair. My leather gloves then decided to catch in his hair.

"I'm sorry!" I apologized as I removed my hand from his hair, a whimper emanating from Harry.

"Oh Luna! How are your lessons with Hades going?" Gil asked.

"They're going great! He said that next time he'll show me how to use my ember." I explained, reaching into my top and pulling out a necklace that had a red and light blue rock on the end.

"Wow! That's really pretty!" Gil exclaimed, looking closely at my ember.

Suddenly Harry's Hook was in Gil's face.

"Back up bro! Ye gettin too friendly with my Cindy." Harry all but growled.

I sighed and easily took Harry's hook from him.

"And now you've lost your hook for the night." I stated, looking at Harry.

"He was staring at yer chest!" Harry exclaimed.

"Harry, you know I would never come between you and Luna!" Gil exclaimed.

Harry sighed before snuggling back into my side. "She's mine." 

I giggled then looked at the time. "You guys hungry? Uma said she was gunna make dinner for all of us tonight, with some help from Evie." I smiled as Gil jumped up.

"I'll meet you guys at the dining hall!" Gil exclaimed, grabbing his coat and leaving.

I giggled then looked down at Harry. I carefully removed one of my gloves. Trying to ignore the burn scars that covered the palm of my hand and carefully began to play with his hair.

It took Harry only a moment to realize I had taken off my glove. He lifted his head up, taking my hand out of his hair and pulling it to his mouth and kissing the palm of my hand.

"W-we should get going. Don't want Uma storming in and yelling at us." I stuttered as I gently removed my hand from his and got my glove back on.

"Cindy. Are you shy about your hands?" Harry asked, sitting up.

"You know I am. They look horrible!" I exclaimed, rubbing my hands together.

"Love, I don't care about that. I love you, all of you, scars and all." Harry exclaimed before he leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine.

A small moan escaped my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as we kissed. The kiss was so full of passion and love. 

"YOU TWO ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" Uma shouted from down the hall, causing us to break our kiss.

"We should get going before Uma strangles us." I giggled, standing up.

Harry followed suit and held my hand in his as we walked out of the room, grabbing our coats as we headed to the dining hall.

Dinner was great, I hadn't had fish in a long time. Everyone seemed to be enjoying it. Carlos, Jay, Evie, Chad, Gil, Uma, Harry, and myself all sat at the table together.

I smiled at all my friends. I couldn't wait for Christmas. I was excited to spend it with the people I care about. I was mostly excited to give Harry a real Christmas. I had finished my gift for him earlier that day and thanks to both Uma and Evie it came out perfect.

Harry noticed that I was just playing with my food. He gently grabbed my free hand and squeezed it. I blinked and looked at him with a smile.

"Ya gunna finish that?" He teased.

I blushed and stabbed the last piece of fish with my fork and shoved it in my mouth.

"You two are perfect for each other, you know that?" Evie sighed happily.

"I could say the same thing about you and Doug." I teased.

Evie blushed and went back to her plate. The table had a good laugh before everyone turned in for the night. 

I got on my hook themed pjs and crawled under my covers, setting Harry's Hook on my nightstand as I curled up under my covers. I felt Harry crawl under the covers and wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face in his chest, taking in the scent I love so much.

"I love ye Cindy." Harry whispered.

I smiled, I loved it when Harry called me by my first name, he was the only one I let call me that.

"I love you, Harold." I stated hearing his breath hitch at me saying his full first name.

He pulled me even closer and kissed the top of my head.

"I love it when you call me that!" Harry exclaimed in a whisper.

I giggled before slowly drifting off to sleep.

~~~~~~~~Christmas Eve~~~~~~~~~

I was so excited for tomorrow. The pirates' first christmas in Auradon. And I was determined to make it great! 

We already had snowball fights, me and harry made snow angels. I laughed at his because it has a very strange hand, then I laughed harder when I realized it was from Harry's hook.

Both Harry and I got colds and Gil, being the sweet guy he is, had to take care of us, with a bit of help from Carlos.

Right now I was dancing around the Dorm hall in my hook themed pjs, my Polaroid camera hanging from it's strap that was around my neck, as Harry chuckled.

"Yeh sure are excited about something Love." Harry chuckled.

"Tomorrow is Christmas day! And I'm going to make sure that you, Gil, and Uma have the best Christmas ever!" I exclaimed, doing a little twirl.

Harry chuckled, as he watched me take pictures of the hall.

"What are ye doin Love?" Harry asked with a smile as he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Taking pictures of all the Christmas decorations!" I exclaimed, kissing his cheek as we continued heading towards the cafeteria.

Oh did I not mention? My loving pirate had glass slipper themed pj pants on. I love this man so much! Sigh! Oh right! The party is tomorrow!

I grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him into the cafeteria, where everyone was waiting. 

Evie in her heart themed pjs, Carlos in dog paw print themed pjs, Jay had on sweatpants with the school's name on them, Uma was wearing a tank that said "We Ride With The Tide!" On it and a pair of sweatpants, and Gil's pjs had animals on them. Oh and of course Chad had on his usual pjs that had little Chad faces all over them.

"There you guys are!" Uma exclaimed as we walked over to the table.

"What's up?" I asked as my gloved hand grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl.

"We were discussing what we should do tonight? It's Christmas Eve!" Evie exclaimed as she pulled out a santa hat and placed it on Gil's head.

"We were also talking about everyone's sexuality!" Gil exclaimed with food in his mouth.

"Gil, don't talk with your mouth full." I giggled, patting his head.

"What brought on the conversation about everyone's sexuality??" Harry asked as he sat on the other side of me.

"I was curious." Uma explained, shrugging.

"Turns out Evie and Uma are Bisexual, Jay is too. Carlos is straight, so is Chad, and I'm a Demi...demisexual. It means I can't fall in love unless I've known the person a long time and gain a bond with them…" Gil explained, eating more.

"Well I'm bisexual." I admitted, smirking at the girls.

"I'm Pansexual." Harry stated as he threw an arm over my shoulders.

"What's that?" Gil questioned.

"It means I don't have a preference. Race, gender, age, appearance, all those types of things, I don't have a preference." Harry explained as he leaned down and took a bite of my apple, causing me to glare at him.

"My apple!" I pouted playfully.

Harry chuckled and kissed my cheek. "It's a delicious apple love! Now what about tonight?" Harry pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist and setting his chin on my shoulder.

"We were thinking about putting on some old Christmas movies and watching them in the recreation room. We were gunna take some couches from there and gather them up to make a kind of cinema so we can watch the movies projected onto the wall, courtesy of Carlos." Evie explained.

"Sounds like a plan! I'll grab the blankets and pillows from our room, Chad can you grab yours as well?" I asked with a smile.

"Of course!" Chad exclaimed rushing to his room.

We all got a good laugh at that.

[hjh-ceilo-monster]

Disney Prince AU

Summary : You were a story teller in the little town of yours.People found you weird since you weren’t like othe girls.You didn’t prefer to have a fancy life. Instead of that you prefered the peaceful time with just a book in your hand and read it.You also worked as a nany and the children wanted to listen your story. Since most of them were already told so you promised to find a new story.That day you walked in the library and looked trhough the shelves.You then notice the book with the ruby at the side of the book so you picked it up.However it slipped your hand and dropped off toward the floor.The book flipped open and beam of light shine,made you unsconcious.You woke up and surrounded by 7 princes. They told you in order to got out of here was to help them had happy ending...

            ‘Please miss help us to find a true love.’

Kim Namjoon : Prince Adam (Beast)

- First story of your journey was Beauty and the beast.You were really excited to see what would actually be if it was in Beast pov.

- Although with that beast look of him,it didn't scare you.Of course you saw his human form already.But although you didn't see his form,he was a man that heart full of love and care.He just pretended that he wasn't that kind of person.

- You just got to know that you were invisible and only Namjoon could see you middle of story.So it easier for you to help him with the story especially that Gaston scene.You just scare the villagers away in the middle of the way they reached the castle.That made Gaston fought Namjoon alone and he lost miserably.The story ended really well.

Kim Seokjin : Prince Charming

- Like his name,he was charming.He was what all men want to be since every characteristics of his perfect.

- Although that innocent look with charisma,he was a player.If the love was an olimpic game,he would win a gold medal in every single season for sure.

- It was hard to help him because of that personality but he stopped after met his girl that day.It was romantic to be honest,under the moonlight in the royal garden.Dealing with that stepmother and her daughter,easier than you thought.They were scardy cat.

Min Yoongi : Prince Phillip

- 'I know you.I know you from once upon a dream~'You literally couldn't stop singing this song until it annoyed Yoongi.'I swear if you sing again,I'll push you off this cliff.'

- He was cold hearted prince but not with the girl he met in the forest.That day made you creep out since you never saw Yoongi smile.

- Malificent was one of your favourite villian in the stories.You were froze in place you met her and fangirling for a bit.(Why it look weird?But actually she's my favourite villian for real.) Finally you could made them end up together with super easy yet exhausted trick.

Jung Hoseok : Prince Naveen

- Another play boy princes who enjoyed luxury life a lot.You didn't know that he could dance until the beginning of the story where there was a festival in town and he wore normal clothes.Jump in the center and started dancing.

- It was really funny when he turned into a frog which it was his top list of animals he scared. 'Don't you dare to laugh Y/N.''Sorry but you look...*laugh*'

- The witch could see you which made you surprise at first.Rather than Hoseok you didn't expect others to see you.You also fangirling the other character,crocodile.Who know that he also has a human form and indeed handsome.It was a wish after the happy ending of Hoseok and the princess since he want to be a musician.Now he work as musician in Tiana's Palace.

Park Jimin : Prince Eric

- The hardest and toughest story ever.It drained a lot of your energy to help them get together.What do you expect,to help human ended up with mermaid.

- Who know that Ursula actually beautiful witch.She wasn't an ugly old b*tch like you read in the story.The only thing that exactly the same thing as you read before was she was a horribly cruel person.

- You was able to change the contract of Ariel and Ursula which made the story not as difficult as you thought.You stole the necklace of Ursula when she was sleeping.After she woke up,her form change and the spell toward Jimin disappear.There,the end of the story.

Kim Taehyung : Flynn Rider

- The one who weren't a prince from the start. He was a thief who would steal any single valuable things to get money in return.Not gonna lie but he was sexy though with the unique sculpture like and his height was perfect.

- However it such a big opposite from the princess.She was nice,innocent and optimistic.You wondered with yourself that how you gonna make them end up together but at least you finally make it.

- That witch was crazy.But like the other stories,she want to stay young forever.'If only there's a plastic surgery and I'm surgeon,I swear I'll put her in there.'You cursed with yourself. 'What is plastic surgery?'

*Well okay let’s pretend that this is the custume which he wear in the palace as the leituenant.I’m sorry I suppose to find his with long hair so that it’ll be actually near the image of the male character in Mulan but I can’t find any.T_T*

Jeon Jungkook : Li Shang

- The Leituenant that had best fighting skill.He was the youngest one in the history that got the position.He trained really hard and you didn’t expect to be that hard.Helping him by seeing everything in his Pov. made you understand why he need to be tough when he trainned Mulan and other soldiers.

- You once thought what it would be if you visited China.This turn out to be a golden chance for you to achieve your dream.You get to tour around the city but that also mean you’re in the war that he fight as well.Although no one except him can see you but you still feel afraid.

- Who know a tough leituenant would be shy just because he didn’t know how to propose the girl.He tried like thousand of sentences just to propose Mulan for like 2-3 minutes.Thanks tothe little red dragon,Mushu? you didn’t remember exactly but that creature with a cricket really helpful.

Another one finish...You guys might see the princes one already but since last year some comments from Army talking about how perfect our boys would fit the role in Disney.So that’s the inspiration for me.Need to apologize because the photo that I edit seem to not in a good quality.Hope you guys like this one and don’t forget to check others since I also post the update of my masterlist.See ya next AU,thanks and love y’all. 

[avatoh]

Struck By A Golden Arrow: Chapter 9!

Summary: Belle finds a stray lizard in her library and decides to keep it as a pet. Unfortunately, it turns out that the creature is actually Mr. Gold, thought to be dead many years ago, trapped in a lizard form.

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Chapter 9 Summary: Belle and Gold do some research and Gold contemplates.

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 Little TW for the chapter which contains brief suicidal thoughts. Stay safe y'all!

Belle woke up on the couch around 2 AM, turned off the TV, picked Gold up, then walked to her bedroom. She collapsed for the second time that night, this time on her bed, as she set lizard Gold down next to her. He sleepily walked over to the other side of the bed in order not to get crushed in the middle of the night and he fell asleep himself. He slept only a bit, waking up every now and then when Belle tossed and turned, shaking the whole bed as  she did so; it turned out that Belle was a bit of a rough sleeper.

6 AM, 4 hours later, was when she woke up, to start her day. It was a bit jarring for Gold. She threw her covers over his little lizard body causing him to panic for a few seconds before he was able to get himself uncovered to see her head towards the restroom for the morning before heading back to her room again. She yawned deeply and rubbed at her eyes before she spotted him on her bed. “Oh! I didn’t see you there,” she exclaimed,“I’m just going to…I’m going to have to get used to you,” Belle admitted, extending her hand for Gold to climb on. She placed him on her nightstand. “How are you holding up?” The ouija board was still on the coffee table far away so Gold simply nodded his head

I’m doing well. I suppose It had been a long day for him yesterday, to be sure. At least his life was looking up now though.

“I think today I’m going to try and research some things about your condition,” Belle said. “I  mean curses aren’t exactly common place nowadays. I’ve never heard of one being real but the internet or some of my books must have something on the subject, even if it’s fiction. I’ll have to sort through them to see.”

It had been 10 years since he’d been “cursed” as Belle liked to call what had happened to him. Gold was hopeful about possible progress in determining the cause and cure to his condition now that he had human help, but he was also a realistic and rational man. If something could have been done to make him “un-cursed”, surely it would have happened by now? The sad fact of the matter was that years ago, Gold had resolved himself to die as a lizard. That’s just how it was going to be. He’d already accepted it. To be honest, sometimes he had just wanted to end it all. Life was painful and he was miserable in his current form. It would be easy to die if he wasn’t careful. If he died, then, his curse would probably be broken, or at least he hoped so. Sometimes he wondered how his body would look like when he died. Would he stay a lizard or transform back into his human form? It would be odd and unfortunate for someone to stumble upon if it was the latter. Part of him wished that his body would stay a lizard if he were to pass on, they wouldn’t have to find Mr. Gold in the streets all these years later if anybody could even identify his body. But, if he turned back into a human, it would be undeniable proof that he once existed as a human and that somewhat gave him hope.

“Would you like to join me in the library today?” Belle asked him, drawing him away from his morbid thoughts, for now.

Yes. He nodded his head. Company. He would like that very much. For about an hour, the two of them cleaned and re-shelved books. Belle was talking to him all the while to keep busy, never expecting an answer back. About 45-minutes into their “conversation” Belle began blathering on about Gaston and began unloading.

“He’s just so ...ugh!” she explained, her whole body animated in frustration.

Whoever this Gaston guy was, Gold thought, he was causing Belle a lot of distress.

The library opened and the patrons began trickling in. Belle was busy searching on her computer about Gold’s curse throughout the work day, and bless her heart, she positioned Gold in his lizard cage to be able to read her computer along with her.

“I found an interesting site,” Belle whispered under her breath to Gold near the end of the day. Belle pushed her laptop closer to him. A man had claimed that he had been turned into a lizard for a whole year. Merlin419, the screen name of the man, went on to say once they found and accepted their true love, the curse had been lifted.

Something in Gold’s heart jumped. Surely this was fake? How could a lizard find love? Even as a human, Gold couldn’t find it, let alone find it in its truest form. He lived now and then in his own hell, so afraid to let himself be loved. Inadequacy, self-consciousness, fear of rejection, opening up to others, all of this was terrifying to him.

How could somebody break free of such qualms? Over-analyzing was something he always did, and he never saw it as a bad thing, in fact this trait of his had saved his life as a lizard on numerous occasions.

Him turning into a lizard had been a huge, overwhelming question in his life which he finally had just accepted. Perhaps it should be something he should be questioning constantly instead of just letting it rule his life. Sometimes he felt as if he was reaching out, almost touching the truth of the matter. Maybe it was something he should really get to the bottom of now with the help of Belle. How could he break the curse? Who could ever learn to love a beast?

They researched more about the spectacular and magical claims on the internet in their apartment that night until they both fell asleep.

Gold had a dream that night, and in it, he was in his old human body. The dream had started abruptly. He was alone and confused, dressed in a suit. There was a party, he was surrounded by people and many women. He opened his mouth. Did he dare…? His mouth closed shut and he stood plastered against the wall. Nobody familiar passed him by. All strangers. Women’s eyes darted at him and trapped him against the wall, their stares like needles pinning him in place. He felt like he was a lizard in the wild again, exposed and wriggling, never quite at ease.

He then felt his muscles began to contract and tighten as morphed back into his lizard form in his dream. He was still vulnerable but now he was small as well, it was a good indication as to how the party made him feel. Relief washed over him now. He was thankfully safe as a lizard. “Grandpa,” came a disembodied voice, he turned his head but everything was completely dark around him. “Dad!” He turned his head to the other direction. “Mr. Gold!” He had recognized the last two voices, but whose was that last one? There was a light coming from afar. “Mr. Gold?”

He woke up. Back in the lizard body. His heart was thudding. He was still in Belle’s room and his heart was beating so fast that he felt that he was going to have a panic attack. His claws scrambled to dig at something in his open cage.

“Mr. Gold.” It was Belle. “Are you okay?” she asked him softly. Her hand reached over to him and one of her fingers stroked him gently. As soon as he fell into her touch and a calm washed upon him. He felt better.

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Golden Cuffs Chapter 6: The Price

In which the Dark Castle BDSM AU actually has a sex scene!

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Belle didn’t realize she had been asleep until she woke up. When she first opened her eyes she saw nothing but darkness. Home was never this dark--they always left the fire burning or the windows open in her bedchamber. Little Claude was always afraid of monsters in the dark.

What monsters were around Belle now? She shook as she tried fruitlessly to look around. Was anyone else in the cell with her? Was he there, close enough to pounce on her without any warning? Was the cell even real anymore or had she been transported to void of blackness?

Jolting up, Belle braced her hands against the wooden bench. It was solid beneath her palms, she could feel the grain. She had been sleeping on that hard surface, which was why her body ached. The bench was real. She couldn’t see it, but she could trust it.

Gingerly, she let her feet touch the ground. By rights a prison should have rats, but Belle heard no skittering and felt nothing furry around her toes. There was only stone under her slippers. Still sitting, she placed her feet solidly on the floor. That was real too.

Moonlight filtered in through the narrow windows. Her eyes had adjusted enough to see it now. It was a weak, fading light--it must be late enough that the full moon was setting before dawn. But the silvery light was enough to help Belle make out the dimensions of her cell. The wall in front of her was lightest, she could see the shadowed outlines of the bars at the window. The darkest corner was by the door.

Would he actually use the door? Or would he just appear as he had in her father’s study?

The Dark One was going to ravish her tonight, Belle knew it with a sick certainty. These were her last moments as a virgin. He was going to demand her body, make her pay the price for his help.

“Glad to see you’re awake!” His voice was so loud and so unsettlingly cheerful it made Belle jump. She didn’t want to be afraid, but dread had seeped into her bones along with the cold night air.

“See me?” She forced her mind to focus on his words, forced herself to think about anything besides her nerves. “You can see me? In the dark?”

“It’s called magic, dearie.” He sounded amused. “You’ll have to get used to it.”

How was could she get used to a thing like the Dark One? If he could see in the dark, what else could he do? This creature obeyed no laws of nature and had no concern for anyone. And she was entirely at his mercy.

“Are you ready to begin, girl?”

How could anyone be ready for this? How would she even know if she was? Would it matter if she told him she wasn’t? Why had he even bothered asking?

“How does this start?” Belle heard the fear in her own voice. She pressed her nails into her palms and let the pain steady her. She couldn’t be afraid. Not now.

“It starts,” his voice moved toward her and he pressed a heavy object into her lap, “with you drinking this.

Belle touched the rounded object, and felt that she was holding a goblet. The outside was warm to the touch and a strong scent of herbs wafted up from it. “What is it?”

“Well, it’s mostly poison, but it will save your life.”

She flinched and almost dropped the goblet on the ground. “Poison!”

“But very healthsome!” He giggled.

Belle rubbed her fingers against the smooth cup. A healthy poison? A deadly draught that would save her life? “What kind of riddle is this?”

“My kind,” he said. “But let me answer it: This is a potion that will keep your body from conceiving a child.”

Belle blinked. Was even that possible for him? Was there nothing the Dark One could not do? She hadn’t thought about children when she had given him permission to take her. But of course if they were to act as a man and woman, it made sense that children would follow.  It repulsed her to think that her body would even try to make a child with this creature. Perhaps it disgusted him too, and that was why he was giving her a poison that would only kill his spawn.

“Will this really save my life?”

“Birthing is a nasty business, dearie. Birthing a demon even more so. I advise you drink.”

‘Advise’ but not ‘order.’ He had placed the goblet in her hands but had not commanded her to drink it. “Do I have a choice?”

“Tonight, everything you do is of your own free will. Tomorrow, of course, will be different.” He giggled again and Belle felt her belly coiling at the sound.

She looked down at the goblet she couldn’t see. It would be a sad and lonely future for her to never have any children. But how terrible, how dangerous would it be to quicken with the offspring of this monster?

It was a choice that was no choice. Belle put the goblet to her lips and drank. The potion was warm and the warmth filled her, from down in her belly to the top of her head and out through her fingers and toes. The taste was creamy and medicinal, sour-sweet like unripe fruit. Belle’s mouth tingled from the magic and she swallowed a few times to remove the sensation.

When the cup was empty, she held it in front of her and felt him take it away. There was a brief flash of blue light as he made the goblet disappear.

“Good girl,” the Dark One said softly. “I’ll make that for you every month. When the moon is full, your womb will be empty. Do you understand?”

In the darkness, Belle nodded.

“Now we must talk.”

He sat down on the bench with her, but far enough away that they only touched when his knee bumped against hers. She could see him faintly, a shadow in the darkness. The outline of his shoulders made it look like he was facing her. But he made no move to touch her. How strange it was to find this creature deferential, when Belle had expected only violation.

He cleared his throat but didn’t speak. Belle didn’t know how to respond. If only she could see him more clearly! So much of the Dark One’s manner came from his expressions and his bodily movements. In this darkness, Belle had only his words to guide her and when he was silent she was completely lost.

After a moment, she screwed up her courage and asked. “What did you want to talk about?”

When his voice came, it was so soft and calm it might have been coming from a different person: “I have done,” he said, “what you asked me to do. The ogres are gone from your land. The wounded soldiers have been healed, the dying saved from the brink of death. Across your kingdom, the barns are filled with grain, the storerooms overflowing with salt meat and harvest fruits.”

In the cold cell, Belle’s heart grew warm. “Really?” She found herself smiling. “You did it? Already?”

“Did you doubt? Have you ever heard that Rumpelstiltskin doesn’t keep his end of a deal?”

“No, I--”

“Never mind,” he sighed. “I know how it is. A beast has no honor.”

“But you did it!” Relief poured over her like the summer sun. “You saved them!”

Overcome with happiness, Belle reached out and tried to grasp his hands. She wanted to thank him, to invite him to share in her happiness.

But her hands fell upon nothing. She heard the Dark One slide across the bench, as far away from her as possible. Dimly, she could the shape of him get smaller, shrinking back from her touch.

“We-ell,” he stretched out the word, and she could hear him sitting up straighter. He spoke as though she had never reached out to him. “Perhaps I did. Or perhaps it was you.”

Confusion overshadowed Belle’s joy. Why didn’t he want her to touch him? Wasn’t that the whole point of her being here? “What difference does it make who gets the credit?”

“It’s not about credit, my dear, it’s about what kind of story people will tell. It could be that you sacrificed your virtue and your dignity and your body in order to save your people. Or it could be that I was testing you. It could be that I might take a smaller price for my service.”

A smaller price? Did that mean that he would let her go? Without using her or harming her at all?

“But… I made vows to you. We agreed on what the price would be.”

“Vows are broken every day, child. Just ask that boy with the sword.”

She had broken her engagement to Gaston, but surely a contract with the Dark One was more binding. “But if I back out, if I refuse to pay your price--what will happen to my people?”

“That’s where the story changes. Instead of you sacrificing yourself to save them, I did it out of the goodness of my twisted, blackened heart.”  

Belle shook her head. “But that’s not a story anyone would tell. No one breaks deals with you.”

“Our deal will be different, even if you decide to keep it. But you know what you swore to me, child. Do you truly want that life--this life? Darkness and dungeons and pain?”

When had it ever mattered what she wanted? She had been all but sold to Gaston in exchange for his help against the ogres and when he had proved incapable, she had made a deal with a high power. All she had wanted was for her people to live. Her future belonged to the man who had made that happen.

A darker thought crept into her mind: She was ruined already. She had broken her engagement, she had pledged herself to the Dark One. She had kissed his boots. Her own father had witnessed that debasement. The Dark One had taken her away. No one would believe her if she said he had done no more.

What future would she have if she went back? What man would marry her? What type of woman would she have to count as her equal now? What respectable person would even look her in the eye? At best she would be shut away and grow old as an unmarriageable spinster. At worst she would be cast out to the streets, a fallen woman.

If she stayed… Truth be told, she couldn’t imagine what would happen if she stayed, and that alone was a fascinating prospect. Would a lifetime of being taken and hurt and misused by the Dark One be any worse than the shame of going back?

“We made an agreement,” Belle said. “It would be wrong to give you any less.”

In the darkness next to her, Belle heard a faint exhalation of breath, almost a chuckle, but more surprised. “Very well,” he stood up. “Don’t say I never gave you a chance.”

For just a moment, they stayed like that. She sat on the bench and looked up at his outline. He stood before her and she hoped he was looking at her. This was it, Belle thought. This was the moment she could never turn back from. He had given her a chance to run, and she had chosen to stay.

When he spoke again, his voice was more lordly. “You can only do something for the first time once,” he declared. “It is my intention to do this as well as I can.”

Belle stood up to face him as best she could. “That is my intention as well,” she said.

“Really?”

“I can’t go back to my old life,” she said. “If this is to be my future, then I want to be good at it. I want to please you, Dark One.”

In the darkness, she could feel him step closer to her, close enough that she could hear his breathing. “It would please me,” he said huskily, “to hear you say my name.”

It was bad luck to say the name of the Dark One. Everyone knew that. If you said his name, he would see you, and come to you, and make a deal that you’d end up regretting. But that had already happened to Belle. Their deal was made. He was here, now, in front of her, asking her to say his name. What else did she have to be afraid of?

“Rumpelstiltskin,” she said softly.

The sound that came from the Dark One was something like a sigh. “Thank you,” he whispered. Then he cleared his throat and became imperious again. “I will demand no honorifics from you. I am your owner, but not your master. If you want something from me, if you wish to beg for mercy or ask for help, then you will call me by my name and I will hear you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Belle said.

“No, not even that. What I am does not require respect, only fear. Just say ‘Yes, Rumpelstiltskin.’”

“Yes, Rumpelstiltskin.”

“Good,” his breathing was heavy and she felt the heat of his hands on her face. “Good girl. Now let me look at you.”

His fingertips were smooth and warm. His fingernails did not press into her skin as they had when he had grabbed her to take her away from her family. Now he held her gently by the chin, tilting her face this way and that, seeing her in the darkness. His touch was light, but certain. He was controlling her movements, even if he wasn’t using force. It was the first time he had touched her since the war room.

Belle allowed herself to be scrutinized. It did irk her that she couldn’t see his face while he was examining hers. She wanted to know what he thought of her. Was her appearance pleasing to him? People always complimented her on her prettiness, but what did the Dark One find attractive? What did he want her to be?

“Beautiful,” he said as his touch relaxed. He kept his hands on her jaw and neck. “You are well-named, Belle.”

He spoke the word deliberately, drawing attention to the fact that this was the first time he had ever used it. Belle felt a shiver go up her spine to hear her name in his mouth.

“It’s funny,” she said. “Unitil this moment, I didn’t think you knew my name.”

“I make it a point to know a little about the people I make deals with.”

That was thought that made Belle’s heart pound. “What else do you know about me?”

“I know that you are brave,” he said softly.  Still touching her throat, he stepped to stand behind her. He pushed her hair over her shoulder and ran his hands down the back of her gown. “I know that you were desperate.” He unlaced the gown and set to work on her corset. “And I have a sneaking suspicion that you might be odd.”

“Odd?” The word came out as a gasp as he pushed the dress down her body. “Where would you get an idea like that?”

“Let us say that like calls to like.” He took off her corset and left her standing in her shift and petticoats. “And I have reason to believe that you will not find my tastes as revolting as other young maidens might.”

He wasn’t wrong. Belle couldn’t imagine Jeanne or Mathilde being able to have a conversation with the Dark One. Trapped in a cell like this, any sensible girl would have succumbed to weeping. Any sensible girl would have backed out of this deal when he had given her a chance.

But Belle was here. She had chosen to be here. Odd was a kinder word than some would use to describe a woman in her position.   

“You can undress yourself if you like. I’ll watch.”

Her gown was in a crumpled pile around her ankles. She picked it up and shook out the fabric before folding neatly and setting it on the floor. She took off her final layers and folded them as well. Later, she would surely find out what he wanted her to wear. For now Belle was naked, standing before the Dark One. In that moment, and to her own surprise, she was not afraid.

“Oh yes,” he whispered. “Very beautiful.”

She shivered, but it was only the cold. He had been standing back, admiring her, but now she felt him take her hand. He lifted her arm until it was extended and Belle felt a burst of heat on the back of her hand.

It was his breath, she realized when she felt it again. He was kissing her hand as though he were a gentleman meeting a lady at a grand ball. It was such an incongruous gesture that Belle almost laughed. She was standing naked in a dungeon and the Dark One--the most feared creature in all the realms--was kissing her hand!

He turned her wrist gently and put his lips to her palms, then each of her fingers. He took her other hand and switched back and forth, covering her with delicate kisses.

It was so soft, Belle thought, so tender. This was nothing like what she had thought to expect--not from a husband and certainly not from a creature like the Dark One!

He kissed her wrists at the pulse points and Belle felt the heat of it travel through her veins up her arms and into her heart.

“Oh,” she said softly.

“Do you like that, Belle?” his voice was gentle, sincere.

“I think I do.” It was such a strange sensation. She could hardly say whether she truly liked it. But she certainly didn’t dislike it.

“Good,” he said. With the same steady slowness, the Dark One placed kisses up her arm, not stopping until his mouth had traveled past her shoulder and to the nape of her neck. He kept one hand on Belle’s shoulder, but with the other he crooked his finger around the chain of her necklace.

“Tell me about this.”

“It was my mother’s,” Belle’s eyes closed in the darkness, in the warmth of his touch. “It’s been in the family for generations. The pendant is unicorn horn.”

He made a noise in the back of his throat. “Unicorns are drawn to virgins,” he closed his hand around the necklace and broke the chain. “This will do you no good anymore.”

Belle’s eyes snapped open and her hands flew to her throat, but the necklace was gone. Gone! He had snatched it off her neck just like the ogres had snatched away Mama. The clasp had broken just like when Ermentrude had handed it to her on that terrible morning in the mist. Everything was happening again. Panic flooded her senses. Everything was ending all over again!

“Give it back!” she pleaded. “It’s mine! It’s my mother’s! Please!”

“No,” he said with a flash of blue light. “This necklace is mine now. As your body is mine.”

“You have to give it back!” Belle choked out a sob. “It’s all I have left!”

“Yes, that’s why I want it, dearie.” His voice was malicious and gleeful. He was enjoying her pain.

“No!” She lunged in the darkness, grabbing at his body, feeling for his hands. But they were empty. He had already made her necklace disappear. “Where is it?”

“It’s safe, child. I took the thing to keep it, not to throw it away.”

“Give it back,” she sobbed. She hadn’t cried until now, not until this devastating betrayal.  “What good is it to you?”

“It’s precious,” he answered. “Precious to you, just as you were precious to your people. This is what I do, dearie. I take.”

It was true and she knew it was true. The Dark One stole as much as he gave. But why did he steal what she needed to keep? How could he be so cruel? So unfeeling? And she was giving her body to him! How else would show his cruelty? In what other ways would he prove himself a monster?

The fear and the sorrow that Belle had pressed down over and over welled up from her chest and came out in sobs. She cried so hard she couldn’t breathe, her passions swift and violent as a thunderstorm. She sobbed until she choked, until she was bent over. Until she could make no more noise at all.

“No, none of that!” His hands were on her shoulders, lifting her up. His voice was urgent, but gentle. She had no strength, so she let him hold her upright. “You need to breathe to stay alive. Take a deep breath for me, Belle. Just one.”

She didn’t want to obey him, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. But he was right. Belle filled her lungs and then let the shaking breath come out.

“Good girl. Now another one.”

How stupid that she needed him to tell her to breathe. But his instruction steadied her. It was easier to control herself if she let him control her.

“Good, good. A few more.”

He made her breathe until she could do it without crying, without shaking. He made her breathe until she was calm again.

“That’s better.” It sounded like he was smiling. “You’re going to have to learn to live with fear, my girl. Fear, sorrow, an indecent amount of guilt and shame--they’re not going to stop. You just have to breathe through them.”

Now Belle was calm enough to be angry. “I wouldn’t be upset if you hadn’t stolen from me.”

“Yes, but that’s not going to stop either. I’m going to keep upsetting you, and taking from you, and turning your senses upside down and inside out. I will demand so much of you, Belle. But I truly believe you can cope. I truly believe that you can find pleasure in the life I’m condemning you to.”

Belle sighed, taking a deep breath without having to be ordered. He was right. She had agreed to be his possession. How could she resent him for doing what he had said he would do?

“It still hurts,” she wiped at her eyes.

“Yes. The pain is as much a part of our deal as the pleasure. It won’t stop, but you can endure it. You’re strong enough.”

How could he know that? How could he be so sure? Especially when Belle herself had no reason to think that she could bear the trials that would be coming to her?

But then he had his hands on her again and all her questions became meaningless. Her mind stilled as he touched her body. He kissed along her neck, the place where her necklace had been. He kept going as though nothing had delayed his previous journey. And she let him, softening to his ministrations.

She felt his breath hot in her hair and on her ears. He inhaled deeply--he was smelling her--and Belle’s body tensed. He kissed around her face, but did not trouble himself with her mouth, going from her jaw back to her throat. The Dark One moved from her neck to her chest. He put his hands on her waist and kissed the wide expanse between her collarbone and her breasts. His grip tightened as he bent over her, lowered his head to press his lips to her soft flesh.

His breath on her breast was like a fire, billowing outward and consuming her. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked at it with his tounge. Belle’s knees buckled at the overwhelming sensation. She opened her mouth and then shut it before any sound could escape.

He released her with a pop and chuckled. “Don’t be afraid to make noises, my dear. There’s no one to hear you but me.”

So when he gave her other breast the same treatment, Belle closed her eyes and moaned, albeit tentatively. How was he doing this? What magic was he working on her body to make it behave so absurdly? Did it pleasure him to hear her make these noises?

After the heat of his mouth, the cool air of the dungeon felt icy on her exposed skin. Belle felt her nipples harden, felt their sensitivity to every movement, to every breath of wind. She felt her body get tighter, as though she were a bowstring, pulled back and ready to let an arrow fly.

When he kissed her belly, she bunched into herself and jerked away from him. But for all the strangeness of that feeling, she didn’t want him to stop. It seemed he knew her dilemma. He held her steady by the hips and forced her to be still while his mouth traveled against the soft curves of her abdomen. His fingernails dug into her flesh as he covered her with kisses.

“Oh,” Belle sighed. That felt good.

He stopped when his mouth reached her curls. Belle felt the heat of his breath touch her secret places. He was bent at the waist in front of her. She reached out her hand and felt the hard, scaly leather of the back of his coat.

He stood up quickly. “Go lie down and spread your legs wide for me.”

“Yes, Dark One.” Belle began to obey but he took her by the arm to stop her.

“What did you say?” He wasn’t angry, but it was clear that she had done wrong and needed to correct herself.

“I mean--yes, Rumpelstiltskin.”

He let her go. “Good girl.”

The wooden bench was still hard and uncomfortable, but there was no other surface she would lie on. Belle lay on her back and opened her legs.

“Wider,” he instructed. “You’re a whore now, dearie, you’ll have to act like it.”

Bristling at the insult, Belle began to push herself off the bench, ready to give him a piece of her mind. But then she stopped. He wasn’t wrong, was he? She had asked for his help and he had demanded her body. She was giving herself over to him now, but only for a price. She was a whore. And she would keep being a whore until he didn’t want her anymore.

She lay down again, with one leg bent at the knee and the other planted on the damp floor.

“That’s better,” he said. He sat on the bench, perpendicular to how she lay. She could feel his back against the leg she had propped up against the wall.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on top of me?”

“All in good time.” He put one hand on her inner thigh, squeezing the soft skin posessively. With the other hand, he ran his fingers through the curly hair between her legs.

As when he had touched her belly, she fought the instinct to pull away from his touch. It was not unpleasant, but it was so strange, so new. She couldn’t help her reaction.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I do want to please you.”

“You do,” his voice was low. “You are.” His hand moved from her thigh to her stomach. She felt his fingers splayed out against her, holding her down, keeping her still.

“What should I do?”

“Nothing,” he answered. “You don’t even have to think if you don’t want to. Just let me work in you.”

Belle closed her eyes and lay back. When had she ever done nothing? Even as a child she’d had lessons and sewing and reading to do. A woman’s work was never done. She had to manage a household, had to learn everything she’d need to know for the future. Even when there was no task for her hands, Belle had always had to think, to plan, to make lists of things she needed to do at the next available opportunity.

But now there was nothing. Nothing for her to do, no one for her to worry about, nowhere she needed to be. She was here, and it was now, and she was with the Dark One. Her only duty was to give him what he wanted. And all he wanted her to do was nothing.

His fingers explored her secret places with aching slowness. Feather-light touches built up an uncomfortable tension deep within her. When he traced one finger on the very outside of her womanhood, Belle felt herself wanting to cry. She wanted to beg him, but beg him for what? Did she want him to stop or never stop?

Under his touch, her back arched and she finally recognized the feeling rising up from between her legs. He was touching her in the way she touched herself sometimes. It was pleasure he was giving her--a slow, agonizing pleasure, so different from her own hurried fumblings.

The hand that had been resting on her stomach crept up her body to hold her breast. His thumb brushed against her nipple and Belle gasped at the sensation.

“Remember what I said about making noises, girl.”

“You said I could!”

“And I meant it!” He worked his fingers into her womanhood, opening the gates that guarded her most intimate place. As soon as he touched her, he swore loudly.

“What is it?” Belle pushed herself up onto her elbows. Was something wrong?

“You’re wet!”

“Oh.” Was that all? “Yes, it gets like that down there. I hope it doesn’t bother--”

He cut her off with his first kiss on her mouth. It was a wet kiss, slobbery and demanding. His mouth covered hers and he sucked at her tounge and his arm wrapped around her and his fingers played busily between her legs. He took her wetness and spread it around her folds of flesh and every touch made Belle whimper and moan. He broke the kiss and rubbed her over and over, muttering obscenities into her ear. He said please more than any other word.

Belle felt her pleasure rise as the Dark One used his fingers on her. His thumb found a hard spot at the crest of her womanhood and the touch burst through her like a bolt of lightning. She yelped. Her pleasure came up from between her legs, filling her chest and eventually pouring out of her mouth in an unbroken cry. She shook and jerked and Rumpelstiltskin held her and touched her and praised her until she couldn’t bear the ecstacy for another moment.

Belle went limp, her body shuddering with every heartbeat. The Dark One held her to his chest. He was still wearing his clothes. Hard leather and metal were cold against her heated skin. She rested against him until he set her back down onto the bench.

“What you just did,” he told her, “is called an orgasm. You’re going to have one every day for as long as you serve me.”

“Every day?” Belle whispered. That pleasure had been intense enough to satisfy her cravings for a month if not longer. How could she exert herself to that extent every day for the rest of her life?

“You’ll get used to it, my sweet. You’ll get used to a lot of things.”

“If you say so,” she sighed, resting her head on the wood. It was lighter in the cell. Dawn was breaking. It seemed they had been doing this for some time. She closed her eyes, exhausted.

“We’re not done yet, my dear.” He was moving, positioning himself to lie on top of her. He was still wearing his coat.  “It’s my turn.”

His fingers inside her had been bony, but small and dextrous. When he pushed his manhood between her legs it was a blunt and awkward hardness.

Belle winced and the Dark One fumbled at where their bodies joined.

“Sorry,” he said as he adjusted himself. “It’s so easy to hurt a woman while doing this. And I never want to hurt you accidentally.”

It was less painful now. He eased into her slowly, breathing deeply as he moved.

“Not on accident,” Belle repeated. “Only deliberately?”

“That’s what you agreed to, dearie.” In the gloom of dawn, Belle could finally see his face. His eyes were closed, as though he was trying to savor her. “But not now, not yet. We have plenty of time to find all the ways to hurt you.”

“Will you hurt me every day?” she asked. “Will I get used to that, just like the orgasms?”

“That is,” he thrust himself deeply inside her, “the plan.”

“Why?” If she kept talking she wouldn’t have to think about her body, what he was doing to her, how strange and uncomfortable and satisfying it was.

Her question made him open his eyes. He looked down at her and his mouth crooked into a grin. “Because it’s fun, dearie. You’ll see.” He picked up his pace. “I’ll make you enjoy it, my girl.” He whispered as he thrust, faster and faster. “I’ll give you pleasure to match your pain. I’ll make you scream with agony and delight until you don’t know which is which. I’ll debase you and debauch you and make you weep with joy. I’ll hurt you so well you’ll beg me for it and then I’ll fuck you over and over, my beautiful whore.”

His words became grunts, incomprehensible mutterings. He pushed again and again below her waist, banging his body into hers. He closed his eyes again, swearing and shouting, louder and faster. If Belle’s pleasure was one long cry, his seemed to be a thousand broken ones.

With a final shout, he collapsed on to Belle. She felt a new heat bursting between her legs, a liquid pleasure. Only slowly did she realize that the feeling was coming from the Dark One’s body, from his manhood.

So that is how it happens, Belle thought. So that is a marriage bed. So that was a maidenhead lost.

She was so consumed by her own thoughts and discoveries, that she barely registered how completely the Dark One was lying on her. He seemed as exhausted as she was. He lay on her bosom, like a love-struck boy in some romantic painting, and Belle had the vague thought to wrap her arms around him, to stroke his back and play with his sweat-dampened hair. That was what a lover would do. She could whisper sweet words into his ears. She could treat him tenderly.

But then he opened his eyes and pushed himself off her. He scrambled to his feet and stood in front of her. It was the first time he had ever seemed ill-at-ease. In the morning light, she could see that he was still fully dressed, his breeches laced tightly.

He saw her looking at him and straightened up, cleared his throat. “I didn’t think this would take so long,” he said, almost apologetic. “There’s only one more thing we need to do.”

“What’s that?”

“I need to bind you to me. Properly.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he conjured up a spindle and a handful of straw.

Belle’s mouth opened. Was this it? Were the stories true? Was she really going to see the Dark One spin straw into gold?

He held the stalks of straw in one hand and with the other he reached between Belle’s legs. He didn’t look at her as he pulled up a glob of her wetness, holding the glistening fluid on two fingers.

The touch made Belle jerk again and she felt her insides pulsing. It was all so strange and hot and good. She had never felt like this after satisfying herself. How powerful was his magic, to render her so insensible?

The fluid on his hands glinted darkly in the gray light. Was it blood? Had he made her bleed? No, Belle blinked slowly into the realization, the liquid was dark but not red. It was her wetness, but combined with his seed. Her pleasure mixed with his completion.

He spread the dark fluid over the straw, coating every stalk with the obscene mixture. Then he began to spin.

The spindle bobbed merrily as it spun and the straw glowed dimly as it turned into gold. Belle had never spun yarn, but even she could see what a marvel this was. The stiff stalks bent and became pliable as thread, their color changing only slightly as their value increased.

When the straw was gone and the spindle was wound with gold, the Dark One took the thread from the staff and tossed the spindle away. The spindle never hit the floor but vanished in a puff of blue smoke.

Silently, he wove the thread between his hands, making a sort of cat’s cradle. Belle sat up to watch. The thread had looped around and around his fingers, almost immobilizing him. He rocked on his heels as he worked, the motion entrancing him as much as it did her.

“Give me your hands,” he said, and Belle offered them up to him. With a quick, skillful motion, he flipped the thread from his fingers to her wrists, binding her hands together. He held her wrists together for a moment, then broke them apart with a glow of magic.

The threads had become bands of solid gold, completely encircling both of her wrists.

“Oh,” Belle breathed as she looked at them. The bracelets were as wide as the first two knuckles of her smallest finger. She could see her reflection in the shining metal and felt the weight of pure gold. “I’ve never worn jewelry this grand,” she told him. “Thank you.”

The Dark One looked at her quizzically. “These aren’t a gift, dearie.” He shook his head at her. “These are your shackles!”

“What?”

“Lean back against the wall,” he ordered, and Belle watched, amazed, as her wrists move of their own accord to obey him. Both her hands were at the level of her head, forcing her to sit up on the bench. The cuffs locked into the stone behind her and no matter how Belle struggled she could not break away. Her amazement quickly shifted into horror.

The Dark One headed for the door.

“Wait!” she cried out. “Rumpelstiltskin, wait!”

He turned, cocking his head to look at her.

“You can’t just leave me here like this!”

“Of course I can!” He danced over to her. “I can do anything I want to you! But, since you were so clever about using my name to get my attention, I’ll soften the blow.”

He summoned a square pillow and wedged it between the back of her head and the cold stone.

Belle looked up at him, helpless. She could think of no other words that might move him to have mercy on her.

He looked down at her, exposing his black and broken teeth in a look that was both a sneer and a grin. “But don’t worry, dearie. I’ll be back!”       

[royality-and-kittens]

Roles & Rehearsal: Chapter 1

Chapter Description:   Roman is an overdramatic theatre nerd doing his best, Logan his best friend, who’s overextended as heck, and Remy is their drama teacher who will be leaving the school soon.   Drama (get it) ensues.   High school theatre au.   

Warnings: It’s pretty tame.   Remy says one cuss word, and there are is some minor anxiety.  Also Remy is genderfluid in this story. Added note, you should probably read the prologue first if you haven’t already so that this chapter makes sense.

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    Roman was vaguely aware of the world around him, and an unfocused voice trying to tell him… you know what, he didn’t care what it was trying to tell him.   Focusing was too hard when his brain felt this fuzzy. He was fairly sure that he was supposed to be awake, but he was much more aware that the lumpy couch under him now felt so soft he could melt into it, being absorbed into a world of fantasy where he didn’t have any bothersome responsibilities like waking up and having to do anything productive…

    What felt like a second later, Roman was rudely awakened from the sleep he had been drifting back into, when the blankets above him were thrown off.   He opened his eyes, only to immediately regret it when his vision was assaulted by the blinding light that had just switched on.

    Covering his eyes with his arm, he flailed his legs, failing miserably in his attempt to find the floor and somehow managing to flop disgracefully onto the floor in his clumsy movements.   

    “Light and gravity, my two most powerful foes, have teamed up against me.  I am no match for their force…” Roman’s voice cracked as he used it for the first time that morning.   He heard a sigh, signaling the presence of Logan somewhere nearby and above him, although he still had an arm over his eyes, so he couldn’t quite be sure.   “I am slain!” he shouted after a moment of silence. “Save yourself, my good friend, run while you still can!”

    Logan still didn’t respond, but from another room, Valerie called, “Good morning, Roman!” clearly unsurprised by both his melodramatic outburst and his presence at her house.

    Finally, Roman slowly opened his eyes.   The light was much less bright than it had seemed at first, and his eyes adjusted rapidly.  On the couch above him, Logan had just finished folding the blankets that had been wrapped around Roman a few minutes before and that had been so thoughtlessly snatched away, leaving him shivering and alone in the dark cruel world.

    “Are you done glaring at me, or should I just leave without you?’

    Roman sighed in a way that was probably louder than necessary, mocking Logan’s earlier one.   “I shall forgive you if you apologize for treating me in this dishonorable way,” he said. Then, he started working on sitting up, so he could have some dignity.

    “I’m so incredibly sorry for letting you stay at my house, explaining to my parents why you were here so they didn’t freak out, making your breakfast and setting out clothes for you so you could sleep in, then waking you up with the offer of driving you to school.  It was definitely selfish of me, your majesty,” Logan said dryly.

    “I’ll take it.” Roman said, deciding to ignore that Logan sounded even more exasperated than usual in favor of being as stubbornly happy as possible.   True, he could remember his breakdown last night. He had initially been devastated when his friend Mariah woke him up by calling him, letting him know that his drama teacher, her aunt Remy, would soon be leaving the school to pursue her dream career on Broadway, moving hundreds of miles to the North.   He also remembered arriving at Logan’s house, although the drive and the decision to go there were mostly a blur. Still, like always, he felt infinitely calmer now, in the soothing reality of the morning. He knew Logan would do everything he could to keep the play going smoothly. All that he had to do was make sure that this year’s play went absolutely perfectly, and everyone loved it.   Then the school would have to keep the drama department going.

Roman leapt to his feet suddenly.   “Oh my heckity heck! We have a drama meeting to get to!”  His head started spinning from moving so quickly, and his ankle whacked Logan’s coffee table, but at least he was awake now.   “And they’re announcing the show today!”

    “Yes.”   Logan said, his tone implying that he had already said this many times to a sleepy Roman who refused to wake up.   Still, Roman decided to continue his streak of stubbornness by not letting Logan’s negativity get to him.

    “Thanks for letting me stay the night, by the way.”   Roman looked around, trying to see if there was anything he could do to help.   Alas, the blankets had all been folded, and breakfast was already on the table.  

    “It wasn’t really the night.”   Logan said, never one to take a compliment if he considered it factually inaccurate.   “You’ve only been at my house for about two hours, and giving you space to sleep on my couch is hardly a gift.   Based on your previous behavioral patterns, you likely would have crawled in through a window and slept in my abode even if I hadn’t invited you to.”

    “First of all, it was one time, be like Elsa and let it go, specs.   Second, I’m getting dressed.” He grabbed the stack of clothes Logan had placed on the coffee table and ran to Logan’s room before Logan could point out that the window incident had happened only last month.   In his defense, how was he supposed to have known that Logan’s parents had so many alarms? Ducking into the bedroom, He quickly replaced his sweats with jeans and a t-shirt (because Florida decided it was a good idea to have summer in the middle of January).   He ran back out, almost colliding with Valerie.

    “Have a splendid morning, V!   Happy drama season!” he half sung, sliding around her to avoid her mug of hot tea.   He entered the kitchen and grabbed the fruit and granola that he assumed was his breakfast, judging by the sticky note that said “ROMAN’S BREAKFAST” in Logan’s neat block letters.   

    “I put my backpack in your car last night, so it’s already there,” he called, knowing that Logan was well past the point of judging him.   He whistled happily, heading for the door, when Logan grabbed his arm.

    “Are you going to be wearing shoes today?” Logan asked simply, nodding towards Roman’s bare feet.   Roman looked down, slightly embarrassed. He was about to think of some snarky comeback when he actually looked at Logan for the first time, and his train of thought stopped suddenly.   Logan was standing with the same impeccable posture he always did, and wore his usual slightly bored look on his face, but his eyes seemed just a little too unfocused, and there were definitely some pronounced bags under his eyes.   Had he slept at all?

    Knowing that Logan wouldn’t react well to his concern, Roman decided not to mention it.   A little more slowly than he had been going before, Roman pulled on his tennis shoes. Within a few minutes, he was in the passenger side of Logan’s car, the two of them carpooling like usual while Roman’s car was left on the Torres’ driveway.   The pre-dawn light, the Florida humidity, and the silence in the car that Logan refused to turn a radio on in (“it’s statistically much safer this way”) made Roman painfully aware of sleepiness creeping back up on him. He also felt something much less pleasant settling in.   Maybe he wasn’t as calm about the play as he had thought. His stomach grumbled, loudly reminding him to eat the food in his hands instead of just playing with it.

    Roman swallowed difficultly.   There would have been a cheerful conversation going on if Valerie hadn’t decided to walk to school, leaving him with only a very tired Logan for company.   Why was he cursed with two best friends who were so healthy and functional?

    After barely surviving the painful drive, Dove High School came into view, looking as mediocre as ever.   He and Logan were the first arrive in the music wing, so every footstep and cough lingered in the air.

    “So…” Roman started, being interrupted by a yawn.   He hated to be interrupted by anyone, even himself, and he was feeling more tired every second.   Naturally, he decided to combat this irritating drowsiness by talking as much as possible. “What show do you think we’ll be doing this year?   I hope it’s something Disney related, like Beauty and the Beast last year. Thomas was such a great Gaston, wasn’t he? It’s so unfair that he’s gone now.   Can you believe he left us to do more school? Why would he ever even consider something so unimaginative?”

“He had already graduated, so it wasn’t as if he could’ve stayed at this school any longer even if he’d wanted to.   Also, pursuing a degree in chemical engineering isn’t what I’d consider a poor life decision.”

    “I was joking, Lo.   It is hard to imagine Thomas as a scientist, though.   I bet you ten dollars he’ll be back to acting as a career within a few years.”

Logan grunted noncommittally.   He was already beginning to set out chairs for the meeting.   Remy must have texted him this morning, asking him to prepare for the first meeting.   In the silence, the sound of metal chairs scraping against hard flooring echoed even louder than usual, and Roman felt the sudden need to help Logan out so he could focus on anything other than the aggravating noise.  

Roman started carefully stacking anything that he could, hoping to create more of a clearing for Logan to work.   The drama room wasn’t the most organized area on campus, but that always seemed to add to its charm. It was the size of two classrooms, with a broken curtain that was theoretically meant to divide it down the middle if the need arose.   The center of the room was matted with layers of old tape, different colors from each year, outlining the shape of the stage and set so the actors could picture the stage around them until the drama club could get access to an actual theater, at another school that had a real theater.   The walls felt like a huge time warp every time Roman looked at them, lined with props, some new and some older than he was.

In his efforts to somewhat tame the chaos, Roman stacked up the old wooden backdrops that had each been painted over countless times, stopping to smile at the castle pattern from last year still on one.   He easily remembered the steps to the dance he had done in front of it, dressed as a fork. He started humming,” Be Our Guest” under his breathe, already nostalgic for last year. He moved on, trying to straighten up (as if he could do anything straight) everything from old prop staircases to a picnic table that had crumpled newspapers hot glued to it for some reason.   Meanwhile, Logan was busy “stealing” the drama class’ chairs back from the band room.

“What’re you guys doing?   It’s the drama club, no one is going to sit in a chair.”

Roman almost dropped the box of Styrofoam apples he was holding.   “Mariah!” He tried to wave with his foot. “You gave me a heart attack!”

“I assure you, his coronary arteries are fine,” Logan said.   Roman couldn’t quite tell if he was joking.

    “Thanks, L,” Mariah responded.   “Anyway, how’s my second favorite dancing fork doing?”

    Roman held a hand to his chest in mock horror.   “Less good now that I know I’m not your favorite!   I practically stole the show with my artful grapevines.”   He started stepping across the floor in time to prove his point.   

    Mariah laughed.   “I think we both know that I was the coolest fork on the stage.”

    “Whatever makes you happy.”

    Mariah was the first of a wave of other students to rapidly arrive.   Valerie showed up a few minutes later, then a freshman girl who introduced herself as Laurel.   After that, it was just a confusing mess of new and familiar faces, actors and crew, laughing and gossiping.   A group of freshmen in the corner had already started singing Hamilton, which Roman took as a good sign. Also, Mariah was right.   Everyone was either standing or sitting on the floor right next to the chairs.

    “EVERYBODY SIT DOWN!”

    The room suddenly got uncharacteristically quiet.   Most people weren’t obeying the command, they were just confused and trying to figure out where the shout had come from.

    “People, I’m glad your quiet, but if you could all like, sit for a cool minute, that’d be great.   I know it’s super early, just try to focus for one freaking second.” Various teenagers sprawled themselves across the floor as the woman continued talking.   Her tone of voice seemed to conflict with her harsh words. “Hey,” she said “I’m Remy, for those of you who haven’t been blessed by meeting me yet. I’m going to be your director/ choreographer/ music teacher/ crew coordinator/ whatever else is needed for the next two months.   I also teach the drama class here. Basically, if anything goes well I did it, and if anything goes wrong you can just blame the school district for not sending me any help.” She took a drink from her Starbucks cup. “Also, I have a few basic rules that the newcomers need to hear.   If you’ve already heard them, you can listen again because life isn’t fair.”

“Okay, so, if you’re going to be late, you need to let me or Logan Torres know (Logan raise your hand!).   That’s Logan. Both of our phone numbers are on the sheet of paper he’s handing out right now. Also I’m gonna need your parents to sign a contract so they can’t sue us, because God knows we don’t need anything else going against this club.   Also, it may feel like you’re moving into this room, but it’s still not your house, so none of you can bring food or drinks in here. We do not want a repeat of last year.”

The new freshman, Laurel, raised her hand.   It was very obvious she was new, because none of the alumni would have thought twice about shouting something out.   “If there’s no food or drink allowed, why do you have Starbucks?” She spoke tentatively, probably afraid she’d get in trouble for disrespecting authority or something.   Roman knew from experience that stage would end quickly.

“I said YOU all can’t, not no one can.”   Remy smirked, taking another drink, then continued with the rules.  “Also, we ask everyone to help out with whatever fundraisers we’re doing.   Legally, I can’t force you, but I can shun you forever if you don’t. Is that all of them?”

“Social media!” A senior named Terrence called out.

“Oh yeah, you’re not allowed to post any pictures of you guys rehearsing on social media without my approval, because of weird copyright stuff.   We can’t have any pictures of costumes or sets going around.”

Remy took a deep breath, and sat on the floor along with the students.   “I also have an announcement to make to all of you students. A few of you already know, but I was recently offered a job as part of the ensemble in Wicked, so this is going to be my last show I’m doing with you guys.”   A few students gaped.

“Don’t leave us, we’re useless idiots!” Mariah called, at the same time as Terrence said “That’s amazing, congratulations!” and a few students just squealed excitedly.   

Remy smiled, obviously relieved that the news had been taken well.   She almost started talking again, but Valerie cut her off by hugging her, and Roman, not to be outdone in semi-dramatic gestures, had to join, too.   In a few seconds, Remy was encased in a giant group hug, with about twenty students surrounding her.

    “We’ll miss you,” Roman said, trying to fight back tears threatening to spill over.

    “Okay, I get it, you all love me.   Please sit back down everyone, I can’t move.”   Despite her words, Remy didn’t seem to be able to stop smiling.   When everyone was mostly settled down, Remy looked at the clock.

    “Shit, I have to get you all out of here in one minute so you can go to class.   Okay, so, this year’s play is going to be Bye Bye Birdie, so that’s cool.   And, um…” she pulled out her phone and started flipping through notes.   “Auditions are going to be… this Thursday after school, let all your friends know, you can sign up in that notebook-” she gestured vaguely to a corner of the room “-it should be here all week.  Or you can just text Logan, he-“ The school bell interrupted her loudly, and most students just ran out of the room immediately. Remy sighed, turning to Roman, one of the few students still in the room.   “You ready to do this show?” she asked.

    “Not really,” Roman said, trying to smile and begging himself not to cry.   He was Remy’s Teacher’s Aid for all of first period, and then he had actual drama class second period, so he’d be here for a while.   “But I’m sure it will turn out fabulously, so I’m not worried.”

    “I think it’ll be utter chaos until the last possible second.”   Remy stared at some of the props on the wall, her face unreadable.   “But isn’t that the best part of it?”

    “Sure?” Roman said, preoccupied by laying the art supplies on a bare stretch of floor, so he could start making posters.   He had only counted nineteen students in the room, and that could not form an entire cast and crew, so he knew they would need to advertise a lot more over the next few days.   

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    “I’m thinking we start by lining each entrance with our glitteriest posters, so any unsuspecting citizen who walks into school is slapped in the face by the glory of theatre!”   

    “While that some rather convoluted figurative language, I do think that putting the posters in a place where every student passes is going to be the best way to effectively advertise.”

    “Excuse you, my figurative language is as perfect as a dragon in a castle made of chocolate chip cookies.”

    “That was, objectively, much worse.”

    The halls were quieting down again, and Roman was once again helping out the drama club with Logan.   This time, there were a few other kids helping out, but they were all in different wings of the needlessly spread out school.   There were a lot of students who never left a specific area of campus, so they needed to have posters everywhere if they wanted to get the word out.   

    Logan blew his hair out of his face, because his hands were full of posters.   “If we can’t attract anyone else to join the drama team, I am going to place the full blame on whatever idiot architect designed this place.”

    “We will get more people, though,” Roman said, hoping that he was keeping the panic in his voice mostly hidden.

    “We usually get a few more this way, but we also usually have a few students drop out in the first week or two, so it’s hard to say if we’ll actually end up with a net gain in number of students.”

    “That’s just supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,” Roman muttered.

“Did you just use that word as an explicative?”

“Anything’s an ‘explicative’ if you try hard enough.”   Roman joked, hoping that Logan didn’t remember the childhood phase where he’d sprinkle the word supercalifragilisticexpialidocious into conversations whenever he felt stressed, in an attempt to cheer himself up.   It was no use to dwell on the fact that the entire show was doomed if they couldn’t get a bigger cast and crew. Nope.

What could have almost passed for comfortable silence fell between them.   Roman moved to set his stack of posters carefully on a bench. He stopped at the last second when he realized that every bench in the area was covered in a mess of gum and food wrappers.   

“Hold these!” He called, tossing the posters in Loans direction.   He didn’t have to look to know that Logan had the coordination to catch them without bending any.   Roman had a theory that Logan didn’t actually need his glasses, and they were actually giving him some kind of super vision.   Or, it could’ve been Logan’s fourteen years of dance lessons, if you wanted to go with the boring explanation, which Roman never did.   

With his hands free, Roman was able to slip a roll of tape off of his arm, slipping it into his hand so he could actually use it.   

“What role do you think you’ll get?” he asked, starting to cover the back of a poster with rolled-up tape as Logan held it up.   “I think you’re going to be Albert; you can become an adult onstage so perfectly. I bet you and Remy can do some advanced choreography during ‘Put on a Happy Face,’ too.”

“You seem very familiar with the play.” Logan said, sounding begrudgingly impressed.

“We watched the movie in drama class today, well, technically we started it in drama class, and I finished watching it on my phone throughout the day.”

“Are you implying that you abandoned your academic studies for-”

“Shhhh,” Roman melodramatically covered Logan’s mouth with his hand, almost hitting him in the face with the tape.   “What my Calculus teacher doesn’t know can’t hurt her.”

“It can hurt you, though.   Advanced mathematical skills are necessary to understand how the universe works, they help us to see repeating patterns in nature and our own designs, not to mention how beneficial it can be when working with finances or electricity.”

“Yeah, I know, you’ve told me.”   Apparently Roman had said those words much more sharply than he intended, because Logan looked hurt.   Well, it wasn’t his fault that Logan was practically perfect in every way, always the shimmering star, while Roman was stuck as just being there, cursed by being good but not great.   He wasn’t jealous of Logan, that would’ve been childish and weak of him. He was totally fine with Logan being the best at literally everything he tried. Why would he care?

“Roman, are you all right?” Logan asked.   Before Roman could make up an excuse for his sudden brashness, the two were interrupted by one of the hall monitors blowing her whistle, the sound reverberating through Roman’s skeleton.   

“What are you two doing here after school hours?   Do I need to write you boys up for trespassing?”

Roman huffed angrily.   “What are you doing shoving yourself in everybody’s business?”   He muttered under his breath, hoping that he was quiet enough to not be heard.

“We’re putting up posters for the drama club.”   Logan said, with the mask of patience he wore when teaching dance to small children.

“Without a permission slip?”

“No, we have a permission slip, it’s in my binder.”   He tossed his school bag onto the knees, squatting to look through its contents.   In that second, his phone started buzzing.

“I’m so sorry, I have to take this.”    Logan handed a purple binder to Roman as he stepped outside to answer the call.   

Roman quickly showed the pass to the hall monitor, who looked disappointed that she wouldn’t be sending anyone to detention.   As soon as she had turned a corner to another hall, Roman dashed outside, catching the end of Logan’s phone conversation.

“I’m sorry, Olivia, I already committed to help with my school’s drama club today… I’m not sure why you’re contacting me, you know I’m not signed up to come into the studio until the evening on Mondays…   Is there no one else who could step up?... Okay, I can be there in about half an hour.”

    Roman watched as Logan hung up the phone, looking even more defeated than he had this morning.   

    “The modern dance teacher is sick, and Olivia wants me to cover for the class.”   Logan tried to fake a smile, but even his acting skills couldn’t save him. Olivia, the manager of Logan and Roman’s dance studio, was amazing at running the place, but she also had a frustrating habit of taking advantage of Logan’s inability to say no to more work.    

“I’m going to have to drive you home right now, I’m sure the other students won’t mind hanging up these posters for us.   Then I can teach modern dance, I’ll have some leftover time for AP calculus homework and my psychology essay. I can teach my evening dance classes, do ballet and jazz, I’ll probably home in time to start working on…”   Logan’s voice drifted off into unintelligible muttering.

Roman knew that Logan wasn’t bringing up his formidable schedule for pity; he was just trying to do his best to get organized, but honestly that was the thing that made him feel the most terrible.   He had been at least partially responsible in keeping Logan from sleeping, and he had been the one who literally begged Logan to hang up posters with him.

“No.”   Roman said.

“Pardon?”

“You’re not going to be teaching any dance today, you’re clearly more ready to take a nap than Sleeping Beauty.   I don’t even know if it’s safe for you to be driving right now.”

    “I’m perfectly fine Roman, I don’t need-”

    “How much sleep did you get last night, then, Lightning McStubborn?”

    “That wasn’t even a pun.”

    “Don’t dodge the question.”

Logan looked very uncomfortable for very long second, and Roman could practically see him consider lying to convince Roman he was okay, which was not right.   Exaggerating his well-being to seem more put together was Roman’s job, not Logan’s. Almost inaudibly, Logan said “about 15 minutes?”

Roman fought to not look as concerned as he felt.   He knew that he always felt miffed when Logan tried to overprotect him, but he was used to randomly staying up until the crack of dawn whenever he got caught up in a project.   Logan, on the other hand, hadn’t gotten less than seven hours of sleep in the entire time Roman had known him.

“That’s what I thought, you obstinate nerd.   Okay, so here’s what’s actually going to be happening tonight.   I am going to be driving you home. You are going to rest. I am going to text Olivia at the dance studio, and let her know that you are not able to come in today.”

“But I am able come in today.”

    “That’s funny, I know for a fact that your sister will agree with me as soon as she gets the text I just sent, and will physically guard your house, making it impossible for you to even get near the dance studio until you no longer look like you’re seconds away from passing out.”

    Logan looked personally offended.   “Roman, you can’t-”

    But Roman had already pulled up Olivia’s number and started typing, narrating out loud.   “My deepest apologies, Olivia, but Logan has been tragically kidnapped by a terrible dragon witch, and I shall have to cover for him at your dance school until he is rescued.   And, send.”

    Logan appeared physically pained.

    “Relax, Logan, I was joking.   About the dragon witch part, not anything else,” he amended.   “I just told her something came up for you, but I’d be happy to take your place.   I’ve taught a few classes for her before, I know she’ll let me do it again. Now let’s get going, I don’t want to be late for modern dance class!”   He tugged on Logan’s arm, and the two of them made their way back to Logan’s car.

    “Are you absolutely sure about this?”

    “Have I ever been unsure about anything, even when I was wrong?” Roman asked back, shutting Logan up for a few minutes as they drove in silence once again.

    “Roman?” Logan actually yawned, his exhaustion becoming more apparent now that he knew he couldn’t hide it.

    “Yes, my sleep-deprived prince?”

    “Thank you.”   Logan hesitantly smiled, and Roman knew instinctively that he would flail around on the floor with a bunch of elementary school kids a million times if he could see Roman look as genuinely happy and grateful as he did in that split second.   It was really nice to feel needed and appreciated.

    “You’re welcome.”   Roman said, pulling up into the driveway.   “Now get out and go take a break. I’m sure I’ll show up uninvited again tomorrow morning.”

    “Hopefully at a more reasonable hour, and with an actual jacket this time.”

“Don’t count on it.”

With that, Roman pulled out of the driveway, his thoughts already returning to the show.   He wasn’t worried about the dance classes; he knew enough to handle them for a day. He just hoped he could handle the knowledge that this may be his last play.   He pressed play on his phone, starting up the soundtrack to Bye Bye Birdie.   He’d be fine, he decided.   The show would be perfect because it had to be, and because he would destroy any obstacles with his sword.   And Logan’s help. For now, he’d just focus on dance classes, and then he’d deal with whatever happened at the auditions on Thursday.   

Notes: I hope you liked the start of the story.   If you’d like to be added to my tag list, you can message me at any time.   Also, the next chapter is going to focus on Virgil and Patton, I promise I haven’t forgotten them.   Just a reminder, if you reblog this, especially with a comment, I’ll love you forever. Thanks!

[all-hail-the-witcher]

questionable government spies: chapter 8

all previous chapters are under # spy boys

alright so I’m going against all of my rules literally ever posting this cause I only have like a chapter and a few sentences written after this one and I’m usually two ahead but like school and y’all need comic relief in the form of race being a freaking idiot 

also this is a link you might wanna play when you get to /the part/

https://youtu.be/F16O5OAK2K8

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ship: platonic ralbert, eventual sprace 

warnings: Race is a little shit

word count: not very long

editing: I’m actually not sure ignoring I finished editing this one

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Race threw off his covers and bolted into the shower. Two weeks had passed since the day they had met with Spot. He had gotten a call very late the previous night saying that he was going to be going through gang initiation today - whatever that meant - and he was supposed to report to a coffee shop in Brooklyn at 8 am sharp.

Race didn’t really know why he was being sent to a coffee shop, or why he had to be out through initiation, but if it gave him a chance to flex in front of Spot he wasn’t complaining.

He dressed in a pair of black adidas track pants and a fitted black long sleeve shirt and fluffed his blonde hair before walking into the kitchen.

It was barely 7 and Albert was probably still asleep - he had managed to sleep the entire night in his own room last night without nightmares so Race had yet to see him - which meant Race couldn’t have coffee, because Albert made the best coffee ever and his tasted like dirt. So, Race did what any caffeine deprived person would: woke up Albert to make him coffee.

He paired his phone to the Bluetooth speaker and sifted through his Disney Spotify playlist until he found the song he was looking for. Then, while the intro played, he banged around rather loudly as he prepared his lucky charms.

The chorus of the song began and Race put down the cereal he had been puring to scream along, well, sort of.

“No one's nerd as Gaston! No one catches birds like Gaston! No one says WHAT THE FUCK RICHARD like Gaston!” Race screamed at the top of his lungs. This wasn’t how he usually woke Albert up, but hey, he was going to be a gang member today, he needed to get in the villain spirit - Race style.

“For there’s no man in town half as memelyyy! Perfect, a pure meme god! You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley. And they'll tell you whose team they'd prefer to be onnnnnnnnnnnnnn…”

Race cranked up the music louder and grabbed his spoon to use as a microphone as he pranced around the kitchen dramatically. “Whoooooo’s aaaaas meme as Gaston? Who can scream like Gaston? Who can do Krispy Kreme flips like Gaston? As a memelord, yes, I'm intiiiiiiimidaaaating! My, what a boi, that Gaston!”

From Albert’s room, Race heard a loud groan and he smiled. He hoped Albert was appreciating this. True art such as this was only created once in a lifetime.

“I needed encouragement, thank you, LeFou. Well, there's no one as easy to bolster as yoooooooooou! Too much? ...Yuuup.”

Race paused dramatically before leaping into the livingroom to continue his performance.

“No one bakes like Gaston! Has a face like Gaston! In a vine comp no one says they were roommates like Gaston!”

“When I flirt I sneak up with wii music,” Race tip toed awkwardly into Albert’s room. “And all of my friends say a praaayer. First, I hope what I say is not too sick, then I flirt from behind- Is that fair? I don't care!”

Albert rolled over, pulling his pillow over his head as Race jumped up onto his bead and began to sing dramatically. “No one tickles like Gaston! Eats pickles like Gaston! No one says look at all those chickens like Gaston! I'm especially good at quoting lazzzzzzzytown!”

Albert let out another loud groan, which Race ignored, and pulled his blanket over his head. “TEN POINTS FOR GASTON!” Race yelled as he did a straddle jump off the the bed and ran back toward the kitchen.

“When I was a lad, I ate four despasitos every morning to help me get large! And now that I'm grown, I eat five despasitos,” Race climbed up onto the counter and tried to flex, “So I'm roughly the size of a goooooOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!”

Race grabbed two pots off the counter and began slapping them together on the beat of the song. Then he jumped down off the counter and began parading around the apartment - first the living room, then the hallway and then into Alberts room, all the while banging his pots together and improv tap dancing. If Albert didn't wake up after this he was going to have to break out the airhorn.

Race danced back into the kitchen, executing perfect leaps and turns while still banging his pots. He heard a loud clunk, which sounded suspiciously like Albert falling off his bed, and he smiled before climbing back up on the counter to finish off his performance.

“Who has a bed like Gaston? Drinks mead like Gaston? Who can say roadworrrrrrrk ahead like Gastoooooooon? I use yeeting in my everyyyyyyyyyyyyday liiiiiife!” he paused, looking at the pots in his hands. “YEET!” he screamed, throwing them across the kitchen with a fantastic clatter.

“RACETRACK HIGGINS!” Ah, yes. That was Albert, definitely awake and definitely pissed that he was awake. Race could hear him stomping down the hall angrily but that didn't stop him.

“Say it again! Who's a meme among men? Who's the super success? Don't you know? Can't you guess? Ask his fans and his five hangers-on! There's just one boi in town who's got all of it dowwwwwwwwwwwn…”

Albert arrived in the doorway wearing only a pair of sweatpants, his hair rumped from sleep and glaring fantastically at Race who was still standing on the counter. Race gave him a wink and a smirk to which Albert rolled his eyes before he began the final verse of his performance.

“And his name's R-A-C-EEEEEEEEEE.... I believe there's another EEEEEEEEE…… It just occurred to me that I'm illiterate and I've never actually had to spell it out loud beforeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee… Gastoooooooooooooooon!” Race jumped down from the counter and bowed graciously as the song ended.

“Are you trying to start a cult?” Albert said in disbelief, his voice raspy from sleep.

Race looked up at his friend sheepishly. “No…?”

“Then why are you screaming Beauty and the Beast before 7am?” Albert groaned.

Race leaned against the counter, cocked his head, and put on his best pleading face. “Make me coffee?”

Albert muttered several curse words under his breath before moping into the kitchen. “Sure, fine, whatever.”

“Oh, thank you, Albie!” Race exclaimed, clapping his hands. “You’re my favorite person in the whole wide world!”

“Yeah well,” Alber muttered, reaching into the cabinet to pull out the bag of Hazelnut Coffee. “You’re not my favorite person today.”

“I’m not your favorite person any day, am I?” Race sniffled.

“That’s not true,” Albert sighed. “I just don’t like it when you wake me up by screaming incorrect Disney lyrics.”

“Mmmmm so any day that ends in y then,” Race mused and Albert threw a coffee filter at him.

“I don't have time for your bad jokes,” Albert stressed. “You have to be at initiation in like an hour. Let’s go over your cover one more time.”

“Fiiiiine,” Race groaned, hopping up on the counter.

“Alright so, what’s your name?”

“Philip Marx.”

Albert sighed and rolled his eyes. “Tell me why you picked that again?”

“Welllllll,” Race began, “Philip like Philip Carlyle form the Greatest Showman cause he’s a badass and goes from one lifestyle to a complete other, ya know, becomes an outcast and stuff? Isn’t that kinda what it’s like to be in a gang?”

“I don't know,” Albert said rather annoyed as he measured out the coffee grinds. “Also I doubt that people choose their gang names based on a movie about joining the circus.”

“It’s not about joining the circus Albert!” Race smacked his friend with a dishtowel. “It’s about love and loss and finding yourself and realizing who you really are and telling social norms to screw themself and Zack Efron’s just really hot, okay?”

“Alright, fine, whatever,” Albert sighed. Race was beginning to regret waking him up, he was acting far more grumpy than usual. “Do I even want to know why you picked that last name?”

“Because Karl Marx is a badass.”

Race laughed as Albert turned to him, sputtering incoherently. “Ra- wha- why- ugh.” He buried his face in his hands. “First of all, Karl Marx is dead. Second of all, he’s not a badass he invented communism and basically started the downfall of Russia and a crapload of other problems. Third of all-” Albert was interrupted by the timer going off signaling that Race’s coffee was done brewing.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Race smirked. “He’s problematic, like me. Also we both have really great hair.”

Albert wordlessly handed Race his cup of coffee. “Remind me why I thought it was a good idea for you to do this job again?”

Race pondered. He couldn't exactly say that it was because he didn't want Albert to get in harm’s way. “Because I’m a good agent and you love me?” He hopped off the counter to pour some coffee creamer in his coffee.

“Close enough,” Albert sighed. “Now hurry up and eat your cereal. I gotta get you to initiation.”

•••

Initiation, as it turned out, was a gruff looking man inside the coffee shop handing him a folded piece of paper with a strange code on it. Race solved the code quickly, it was a simple number scramble that said: down three blocks, back parking lot.

He walked out of the coffee shop, down the street three blocks, as per the instructions.

“Rapunzel, where are you going,” Albert asked through the comms unit in his ear.

“Down three blocks to some back parking lot,” Race responded.

“Alright, Vincent just pulled up a street camera. Looks like there’s a guy in his late 20s there and that's it.”

“Okay,” Race responded, a little disappointed that Spot wasn't there. “I’ll talk to you guys when I’m done.”

“Be safe, Rapunzel.”

•••

Two hours later, Race climbed into the back of Jack’s van, tired and very much in need of a shower.

“How was it?” Albert asked, turning around and laughing at Race’s flopped position on the floor of the van.

“Tiring,” Race sighed. “I had to break into a store and steal a cd without setting anything off.”

“An actual store?” Jack asked from the driver’s seat.

“Yes, an actual store,” Race said pulling himself up.

“Ah, yes,” Albert said, “my best friend, a petty thief.”

“I’ve been a petty thief my whole life, Albie, remember when we-”

“Ah ah ah” Albert cut him off, gesturing to Jack. “We have children present.”

Race laughed and rolled his eyes as Jack protested. “Anyway, the guy had me also do all this fancy parkour junk and self defense stuff. Haven’t worked that hard since training with Jacobs.”

Albert made a sympathetic face. FBI training camp had been the most strenuous thing either of them had ever done to date. “What was the guys name, again?”

“Oscar Delancey,” Race said, wrinkling his nose. “He was nasty. He kept pushing me unnecessarily hard. And he said something weird. He told me ‘oh, you’re him’ which didn't make any sense.”

“Yeah, that's kinda weird,” Albert agreed. “Maybe he expected you to be someone else.”

“Maybe,” Race brushed it off. “Anyway, I got my first mission tomorrow. Gotta report to the used car place at 9 am sharp.”

Albert and Jack let out a cheer. “That’s fantastic, Race!” Albert said, shooting him a smile. “Pretty soon we’re gonna crack this case right open.”

Race couldn't agree more.

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ah yes that song took me three days to write and it’s probablt the best thing I’ve ever written

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[midnight-raven]

Auradon’s Lost Prince

Based on this au.

Chapter 1: Once Upon a Tragedy

King Beast and Queen Belle.

The faces of goodness in the kingdom of Auradon. With smiles that could shine a light on the darkest of days.

Everyone in Auradon looked up to the Royal couple, trusting them with the lives of their families.

However, as everyone in Auradon knows, looks can be deceiving.

The King and Queen, had a secret, one that very few knew or remembered.

King Ben, was not their only son. Prince Gilbert was their eldest.

I know what you're thinking. Why haven't we seen this other prince at any royal gatherings? Or if he's older then why is Ben King? And why doesn't the Queen and King ever talk about him?

Well, it all happened years ago. When the Villains were being shipped away to the Island Prison.

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It was nighttime at King Beast's castle, and through the halls, the sound of a baby crying could be heard.

In a beautifully decorated nursery, a baby boy was lying down in his crib, wailing his little heart out.

Just then, a little boy with blonde hair and brown eyes appeared and looked down at the squirming baby.

"It's okay, Ben," he said but the baby kept crying. An idea popped into the boys head, "Watch this,"

The baby opened his eyes and giggled when he saw his brother making funny faces. Whatever had been troubling him earlier, was now forgotten.

The older boy smiled when he saw his trick had worked, "That's better right?" The baby giggled and waved his tiny hands in the air, with a smile the boy grasped one of the smaller hands

"You and me, Ben, we're pals. And we're always going to be together,"

"Even when it's past your bedtime," a woman's voice spoke from behind. The boy quickly spun around to see his mother standing in the doorway with her nightgown and proud smile on.

The boy put on a large smile that screamed, Busted, "Hi mommy,"

"Hello Bertie," Queen Belle smiled as she walked into the woods, "Did you brother wake you up?" She asked as she gently reached her hand into the baby's crib to try to ease her second son back to sleep.

"I told you that you should let us share rooms," Gilbert replied as Ben fell asleep in his crib.

"Why? So you two can make funny faces all night?"

"Maybe," the boy said with a mischievous smile, the Queen smiled brightly and cupped her sons face, tilting his face upwards enough so she could plant a kiss on his forehead.

"I'll talk it over with your father tomorrow. Until then, off to bed with you,"

Without complaint, Gilbert slid his hand into his mothers and walked with her to the room right next to the nursery.

Belle gently tucked the boy beneath the soft covers of his bed, "Good night, my dear," the queen gently kissed the princes forehead

“Mommy,” Gilbert called out causing Belle to stop in the doorway, “Aren't you forgetting something?”

Belle pretended to think about it before shaking her head, "No, I don't think so,"

"Mommy," the boy complained sitting up, "I can't sleep unless you sing the song,” the young prince then put on his best-begging eyes and stuck out his bottom lip, “Pretty please?"

The queen sighed with amusement, "Oh alright,"

The prince smiled and laid back in bed as his mother opened a drawer and pulled out a small music box. With a smile, Belle winded up the box before placing it down so she could sit down next to her son.

As the melody played, Belle sang her father’s song.

“How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die? It is love we must hold on to. Never easy but we try,”

The boy smiled at the beautiful sound of his mothers singing as he slowly closed his eyes. “Sometimes our happiness is captured.Somehow a time and place stand still. Love lives on inside our hearts, and always will.”

As the music faded away, the boy was already fast asleep. Belle smiled and placed a gentle kiss on the boys head before quietly leaving the room.

_ _ _

As the royal family was sleeping and dreaming, a shadow was climbing the walls of the castle.

A man wrapped in a dark cloak with a mission.

The mysterious shadow stopped at a large window to Prince Ben’s Nursery.

_ _ _

Prince Gilbert woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of his brother crying. Sleepily, the boy got out of his bed and trudged towards the nursery.

Opening the door, the boy was horrified to see a stranger reaching into the crib for his baby brother.

The man was muscular and had a familiar face but Gilbert didn’t care, he was making Ben cry.

With a roar, the boy charged into the room and kicked the man's shin.

The intruder pulled his hand out of the crib and cradled his leg. Glaring down, he saw a child that was a few years own growling back at him.

“Don’t touch my brother!” the child roared

The man then noticed something familiar about the boy’s eyes, he saw them before, on another woman.

“They have two little brats?” Just outside the room, the thundering sounds of footsteps approached the room. The intruder looked at the angry child with a sigh, “So be it, the plan will work with one!”

The intruder grabbed the child and heaved him over his shoulder like a potato sack before running towards the window. The prince kicked his legs and pounded his tiny fists against the large back but it didn’t do anything.

King Adam and Queen Belle rushed into the nursery just in time to see the man leap out the window.

Belle quickly rushed to her crying baby while Adam ran towards the window. While he couldn’t see the intruders face, he could see the younger face that was being carried away.

“DADDY!”

“GILBERT!”

_ _ _

The next day was horrible.

King Beast left Fairy Godmother in charge of seeing that every villain made it to the isle with their offsprings. He then called an emergency conference with every sorcerer in Auradon to try and find their son.

Reporters surrounded the castle, wanting to know what had happened. Beast refused to see anyone. Belle only said one thing to them:

"Prince Gilbert, our Gilbert, was stolen. If anyone knows anything, please help us,"

Every day after that was torture.

Beast didn't stop his search and grew more desperate by the day. Belle wanted to help but she couldn't bear to lose Ben as well.

Days turned into months and only one thing was certain. Prince Gilbert was lost to Auradon, forever.

The news tore the King and Queen, the parents apart.

Belle could not bear the sight not the sound of their special song. So she locked away the music box and sang a different song to Ben each night.

Beast was angry. He failed his son, failed to stop him from being abducted and in such failed as a king and father.

Ben would grow up and his memories if his older brother would be forgotten with age.

As Auradon grew more advanced, the memory of the second Prince died away. Not forgotten, just unspoken.

Ben indeed forgot about his brother as he grew up preparing to become king. 

As for Belle and Beast, they never gave up on the hope that they would see their son again so they went on with their lives while taking care of the kingdom.

However, what no one knew what that Prince Gilbert was alive. He was always alive and raised by the villainous Gaston on the Island Prison under a new name and new family.

Every memory of his true family was lost in his mind as the trials of survival chased away those happy memories.

However, Gil never forgot the lullaby.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Beauty and the Beast- Part 5

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1,558

Warnings: Sam fluff, alternative universe, sassy reader, sassy dean, language(?), maybe that’s it?

Author’s Note: I DO NOT own anything from Beauty and the Beast. All credit goes to their respective owners. I DO NOT own the rights to the lyrics, dialogue, or any of the characters. I am so excited for this series and I hope you are too! I do, however, only have this first movie written and am trying to work on the second movie. 

So, if you want to become a Queen or part of the Sam Fam, shoot me an ask. If you want to be tagged for this series, I am also accepting those as well. 

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“You know, you’re a wonderful dancer. I don’t know why you don’t do it more often.” You said with a smile.

“Oh, yeah, let me just dance my way through hunts.” He said with a laugh. You giggled and held his hand, running your thumb through the soft fur.

“You know, I never got to thank you.” You said, looking into his eyes.

“Thank me for what?” He asked.

“For always taking care of me. For being there for me even when I didn’t want you there. You’re an amazing friend, you know that?”

“Friend, huh?” He asked. You so badly wanted to kiss him but that would have to wait until the end of the movie if he wanted to kiss you, too.

“You want to check out Dean?” You asked suddenly with a smile.

“How?”

“Oh, come on, you know the magic mirror the Beast has?” You asked, slowly grinning.

“This is going to be fun.” He said with a chuckle, getting up and taking your hand. Sam led you to the West Wing, in the place where the rose sits. You saw the rose had fewer pedals than it did before and sighed.

He handed you the mirror and grinned, letting you do the honors.

“Show me Gaston.” You said to the mirror and, in an instant, Dean’s face appeared instead of your reflection. You laughed and showed Sam, seeing how he was flirting with a bar girl, trying to get her attention.

“Oh, my God, that is so like him. Even in a Disney film, he is trying to hit up women.” Sam said with a shake of his head.

“Unfortunately for him and fortunately for us, there is no sex allowed in a Disney movie. So, at least be thankful of that.” You said, chuckling.

“True.”

“So, I know this is the part where you let me go because I see my father and blah blah blah but I think we can just skip all of that, don’t you think?”

“How are we going to get them to come over here then?” Sam asked. You looked at the mirror and asked to see your father. What you saw was him running into the bar that Dean was in and started talking all kinds of crazy about a Beast and how it captured his daughter.

Of course, no one believed him, but instead of you going down there, you had a different idea.

“Sam, you gotta roar.” You said, looking up at him.

“Roar?” He asked, not understanding.

“Yeah, loudly. Which shouldn’t be a problem for you since you have a loud voice anyway.”

“Roar to attract their attention?” He asked. You looked back at the mirror and saw them trying to get rid of your father.

“Yeah, and do it quickly, okay?” You said, looking at the mirror. He didn’t want to argue with you and did as he was told, walking to the balcony and taking a deep breath. You covered your ears, expecting it to be loud and damn, were you right.

Sam roared as loud as he could and since the little village wasn’t that far from the castle, you knew they heard it. When Sam was done, he walked back to you and both of you stared at the mirror, watching as Dean and the rest of the townsfolk reacted the roar.

“I say we kill the Beast!!” Dean yelled, cheers and roars came from the crowd as they agreed.

“Sam, you’re going to have to kill Dean or else we won’t get to be able to go home.” You said, looking up at Sam who held a look of worry.

“If that is what I have to do, then so be it.” He said. Without another word, he left the room. You sighed and bit your lip, realizing that towards the end of the movie, one of the brothers had to die. But you had to keep reminding yourself that this was just a movie and Dean wouldn’t really die.

So, this is the part of the movie where the mob comes trying to break down the door and the furniture attacks and all of that. But to spare you the details, we’re going to skip all of that and go right to the big fight scene. I think this is more interesting to see Sam and Dean try and kill each other than a bunch of pots and pans try to outwit dumb towns people.

You were trying to get some weapons to try and stop Dean and his crew when you heard glass shattering. You dropped what you had and ran to the noise, gasping when you saw a big hole in the glass door, as if something had been thrown through it.

You opened the door, careful to not step on any shards of glass despite wearing shoes. You ran out on the balcony and peered over the edge, seeing Sam and Dean fighting. They both circled each other, trying to attack one way or another.

You just hated seeing them try and kill each other. In the real world, Dean would be protecting his brother, making sure no harm came to him. However, that wasn’t? the Dean you saw here. You knew when you woke up in this world, you would gain the personality and characteristics of the character you were but you didn’t think Gaston would win.

Suddenly, Sam picked Dean up by the throat, holding him over the edge of the castle. If Dean were dropped, he would fall to his death. Dean won’t really be dead. This is just for the movie. Dean won’t really die and he will be okay. You had to remind yourself that Dean will come back and you will wake up in the Bunker with both brothers by your side when this was all done.

“Please, no, Sammy, it’s me. It’s your big brother.” Dean pleaded, knowing that if Sam dropped him, he would die. Sam stared angrily at his brother, but realized that this was in fact Dean, and he couldn’t kill him. His features softened and he pulled Dean to safety, getting in his face with a growl.

“Get out.” Sam growled and Dean nodded.

“Sam!” You yelled, catching his attention. He looked up and a smile returned on his face. He did his best to climb the tower to where you are, taking your hand when he did.

“You know what needs to be done now, right? You won’t die, Sam.” You said, pain etching your features.

“I know.” Sam said, getting emotional.

“He’s going to come back. Dean won’t die.” You said, more to protect your feelings but also to reassure Sam. Suddenly, Sam roared in pain when Dean had snuck up behind him and stabbed him in the lower back. Dean brought his arm back, ready to stab Sam again when Sam stumbled back.

You grabbed onto Sam’s shirt that he was still wearing from the dance you two shared so that he wouldn’t fall. Dean, on the other hand, lost his balance and disappeared from sight, falling to his death.

Your eyes began to burn with tears as you thought about Dean, heaving Sam back over the edge of the balcony where he thumped to the ground.

“Sam, please, you’re going to be okay. You’re going to come back, you know that.” You said, taking his hand. Sam was weak, and he was dying.

“I love you, Y/N, and it’s always been you.” Sam said, taking his last breath.

“No, Sam, you can’t leave me. I love you. I should have said it when we were dancing and I should have said it when we were back home. Please, I love you so much, Sam.” You said, gathering him in your arms.

“This isn’t fair. I know it’s just a movie but please come back.” You whispered into the night. Suddenly, Sam was enveloped in a cloud of light, lifting off the ground. You smiled and moved back, letting him transform. Sam began to spin and as he spun, he started to change back to his human self.

Sooner, rather than later, he was set back on the ground as a human. He opened his eyes and groaned, sitting up. You wasted no time in jumping in his arms, pressing your lips against his. He smiled against your lips and wrapped his strong arms around you, kissing you back just as passionately.

You pulled away and stared into his eyes, smiling widely.

“I love you so much. It’s always been you, Sam. Even back home, it has.” You confessed.

“I love you, too.” He said as he got up with your help. He was dressed in his prince clothes and you grinned, hugging him tightly. One by one, the dishes and other objects began to change back into their original human forms.

“We can go home now, Sam.” You said, smiling up at him.

“Yes, we can.” Sam said, leaning down once more and captured your lips with his, making sure you knew that he loved you.

As much as you loved playing in this movie, you were happy to get home where you can officially start your new relationship with Sam.

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Tale As Old As Time

Whoo y'all this fic took a lot out of me, but it is definitely one of my favorites that I've ever written.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maggie Steifvaters characters nor do I own any of the beauty and the beast plot. I've used lyrics from the songs, lines from the script, and a description for the beast, but they are not mine, they are the beauty and the beast production teams.

Summary: beauty and the beast au where Adam is belle, Ronan is the beast, blue is Maurice, and tad is gaston. Pynch week day 2: musical au Adam/Belle POV

Word count: 5507

Adam Parrish and Blue Sargent lived together in a small village in the town of Henrietta, Virginia. The two are the closest thing to family that they have. Blue had family, but left to pursue her own life. They worked together perfectly because they had a mutual interest in making things. Blue made clothes while Adam made inventions. The provincial village disliked the two of them and called them funny. Adam guessed they were. The village people and Adam and Blue had different views on living in general. They didn't like how Blue spoke her mind and wasn't as clean cut as the rest of the women. Blue wasn't a slave to her husband and she loved being single. Adam on the other hand needed to be more demanding in the people's eye. He has to be with Blue in a romantic relationship because living together without any relationship was sinful. Adam and Blue liked their situation because it suited them. Adam would never complain about the hateful town. It was heaven compared to his old life. The village people couldn't see that. They were uptight and rigid and their opinions couldn't be swayed, but the rent was cheap.

Adam started another long day by going into the crowded marketplace for the morning chores, but Adam had an early morning and Blue was working on a design for a fashion fair. The marketplace wasn't as bad this morning as it usually was. He could deal with the whispers and gossip that floods the streets as long as he could get his hands on his favorite book, Alice in Wonderland. Something about the book gives him the sense of childhood he had ruined for him.

Adam returned back to the cottage in about two hours with clean clothes, food for two days, and his favorite book.

He called out, “Blue, I'm home!”

He heard a returning, “I'm in the workshop. I need your help.” and ran to the room.

The workshop was the biggest and most important room in the house besides the room that Blue and Adam share for a bedroom. It's as colorful on Blues side as it is gray and monochrome on Adams side. It's full of the most useful invention and stylish clothing; it's also filled with impractical shit and hideous choices of colors. Blue and Adam worked side by side in this space creating the most marvelous goods. They would trade comments, test products, and listen to music through one of Adam's inventions as they worked.

Adam moved over to Blue’s colorful work table to see what she was working on. Blue was using one of Adams most effective inventions. It was a machine that did the sewing for Blue, so all she had to do was put fabric in and she could manipulate it to her desire.

“This ducking machine stopped working.” She barked.

Adam sorted and put the white thread in the right place and turned the wheel slightly. The foot moved briskly up and down placing the stitches in the right place.

She mumbled, “thank you,” and got back to work.

The clothing piece was turning out stunning; the colors were meshing together perfectly and made the piece tell a story.

Adam was brought out of his reverie by a knock on the front door. He jumped back and went to see who would interacts with ‘the crazies.’ At the door was Tad Carruthers, the town's most handsome bachelor, who had his eyes on Adam since Adam came into this village. Adam rolled his eyes secretly, but he let Tad in. Adam stood in the doorway, so Tad couldn't walk into the cottage.

He mustered the biggest, most fake smile and said, “Tad, what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Isn't it though.” Tad boasted. “Such a pleasure.”

Adam held back the scowl making its way onto his face and instead insisted, “It's always nice to have some conversation, but if it's not important, I have to get back to my inventions-”

“What are your thoughts on marriage?” Tad blurted.

Adam knew where this was going, but his eyes still bulged, “Marriage?”

“Yes, a handsome guy like yourself must have had thoughts about it. You are always thinking.”

“I can't say I've thought too much. All I have to say about it is that it will be at the right time and with the right person.”

“You're young, I'm young. What's a more perfect time?”

“Is this your way of asking me to marry you?”

So you are as dense as the village people say you are. Yes, Adam, I'm asking you to marry me.”

“Tad, I..I just don't deserve you.”

“The only other person that deserves me is me. You're a close second.”

“I'm sorry, I just can't.” Adam said, pushing Tad out the door.

When Adam told Blue this, she cried laughing.

“Could you imagine? He asked me to marry him. Me! The husband of that boorish, brainless…”

“Mister Carruthers!” Adam picked up a piece of some fabric laying around and draped it over his head. “Can't you just see it?!”

“Mister Carruthers!” He picked up a piece of scrap metal and pretend-shot it like a bow, “His other half!”

“No, Blue! Not me ! I guarantee it! I want much more than this bigoted life!”

He sighed, “I just want a different life than the village people, including Tad have planned.”

Blue exhaled and nodded, “Once I go to this fair, I'll be picked up by a fashion company and we can finally move to a better place with no snobs or fucking Tads. We can just..be.”

@    @   @

Blue left the next morning with her designs and a cart made of entirely Adams creation. It had everything Blue needed.

“It's just a few days,” Blue said as they hugged. “I'll be back before you know it.”

That was five days ago. Needless to say, Adam was worried. Sometimes Blue would stay a couple extra days if she liked the town or city, but they had an agreement to not stay five or more days. Adam decided to get out of the house and distract his mind from his anxious thoughts.

In the distance, he heard a horse whinnying. His eyes caught Gwenllian, Blue and Adams horse. Blue took Gwen to her fair and had Gwen pull the cart. Gwen wasn't connected to the cart or the harness appeared to be broken. She was waking up the entire village with how loud she was.

“Woah, girl calm down.” Adam tried to comfort, “Is Blue alright?”

At the sound of Blues name, Gwen cried out. Fear crept upon Adam.

Quickly, he said, “Alright, take me to her.”

He mounted Gwen and she took off galloping. She brought him last the village walls and into the deep forests that surround the town. She ran Blue normal path out of the woods until she turned a smaller, unknown path which took them deeper into the woods. Adam swore he could hear wolves howling in the distance. Through the woods, was a clearing. A huge, gray building was peering through the leaves. As they approached the building, Adam saw the turrets and grand steps. Not a regular building. Around the clearing all the trees and shrubbery was brittle and dry. Any architect would gape at the angles and smooth edges; Adam could draw it everyday and still find some new part of the exterior. Adams has dropped as Gwen continued to the castle.

“Wait here.” Adam told Gwen as he walked up to the unnerving castle steps.

He walked through the large door and called out, “Blue!”

He heard whispering around the main floor. Then, he heard coughing coming from a wing of the castle.

“Blue!” He screamed as he grabbed a neat candelabra and raced to the noise.

When he finally saw Blue, he saw the jail cell and threw himself down to meet her face.

She looked at him with a confused look on her face, “Adam?”

“Blue, I'm here. I'll get you out.”

“No, Adam. You have to get out of here and go home; forget about me. Quick, before he sees you!”

“Who sees me?”

A gruff voice called out, “What are you doing here?!”

A growl came from Adam's front left where he suspected the thing was lurking.”

“Let my friend go!” Adam demanded.

“Then who would pay her crimes?” The creature growled, “unless you would want to take her place.”

Silence came as Adam thought. “Come into the light.” He instructed.

Thee thing scoffed, but did as it was told. When the creature was illuminated, Adam saw the most hideous mix of a lion, buffalo, gorilla, boar, wolf, and beat. Adam flinched back, closing his eyes and reopening.

Adam mustered up his courage and clearly said. “Yes.”

Beside him, Blue cried, “Adam, no!”

“It is done.” The beast told, as he threw Adam in the cell and grabbed Blue.

“Don't hurt her!” He exclaimed, but it was no use.

He looked around at the cell walls and bars. This is where he would live forever. In his mind, Adam knew he should be rethinking his decisions, but he couldn't find one regret. Adam just hoped that there was a least a tiny bit of humanity in the talking creature that he would give Adam food. Unfortunately, it was fruitless to hope. These four walls were Adams future.

@   @   @

Adam woke up to sounds of creaky doors. This wasn't a dream. Adam thought to himself. He followed the sounds he heard and saw an open door, but no human to open it.

“Down here!”

Adam looked down to see the candelabra he picked up last night and a clock. He jumped back and screamed. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

“What the fuck?” He muttered.

“Name’s Henry, this is Noah. We're here to show you to your room.”

“Ronan's not gonna like this.”

“How is this possible?”

“A heartbroken warlock.”

“We can't tell you more.”

“My room?”

“Did you really think we weren't going to give you a room?”

“No?”

“Ronan might not like it, but we’ll just sick Gansey on him.”

Henry and Noah showed him to the east wing of the castle. They told him it was Adam’s bedroom. His bedroom was a beautiful room that could fit five of Blue and Adams workshops. The decor was simple, a desk, wardrobe, and huge bed. It was a room fit for a duke.

“While you're here.” Noah spoke. “Know that some objects are cursed people, the wardrobe including.” And with that they left.

Curious to what Noah was saying, Adam sauntered over to the wardrobe. It was fancy and delicate plastered with the mint green theme of the room. Hesitantly, Adam knocked on its wooden doors. It sprung to life. One half seemed to shine like a sunshine. The other side stayed prim and proper.

A teenage boys voice filtered through one of the doors, “A human? Finally, it's been getting lonely.”

A silky smooth voice like the beasts carried through the other half, “Really? I'm having trouble believing that you're lonely when we share a wardrobe and have for gen years.”

“Shut up, Declan.”

“Matthew where are you're manners?”

“Up my wooden ass.”

“Matthew!”

“It's so nice to see something that has actual skin.”

Adam cleared his throat, “Well, that Beast is holding me prisoner forever, so you'll see me a lot.”

“I swear to g-d when I'm human again. I'll be the first to punch him.”

“Declan! Get in line.”

Adam cleared his throat again, “I have to ask, why are y'all cursed?”

“We can't tell you. Only Ronan can.”

“I'm Declan, the oldest brother and heir to the throne. My other half is Matthew, the youngest child and literal sun. Ronan, as you call the Beast, is the middle child.”

“Trust me, Ronan is just easily angered. He’all calm down.”

As in cue, loud banging shook Adams room. The beasts loud voice followed, “Get the fuck downstairs for dinner.”

Adam called out a response, “I'm not hungry.”

A moment of silence, then a sign, “will you come down for dinner?”

“No”

“I...would...love if you could...come down for dinner...please.”

“No, thank you.”

“Fine, then go hungry for all I care. If he doesn't eat with me, he doesn't eat at all.”

@   @  @

Moments later silent tears still ran down Adams face. Part of him wished to run after the beast and beg for forgiveness and maybe that way, the beast might take mercy and let her go. He knew he couldn't think about life back home with Blue, but his mind wandered. How was Blue? Was she thinking of him? Did she miss him as much as he miss her? He also thought to what Blue would do in his situation. The answer was quite clear. He had to find something good in this tragic place even if his home, his heart was too far away. He would also have to build walls around himself. He could do this for Blue as long as she was home and free.

A knock at his door startled him. In strolled a teapot and teacup on a cart.

The teapot spoke with a politicians voice, “Would you like a cup of tea?”

Adam smiled, “That would be lovely.”

The teapot poured itself into the teacup. Adam lifted the teacup to his face and took a sip. The tea warmed all the way to his heart and chest. On its way down, Adam heard an inhumane noise erupt out of the teacup. He looked closely and saw a face adorned on the teacup.

“That was such a brace thing you did for your friend.” The teapot admitted. “We all think so.”

“I like you! I'm Opal!” The teacup screeched.

The teapot and Adam laughed. “I'm Gansey.”

“And I'm Adam.”

“Say Adam how would you like some dinner?”

“But what about ‘if he doesn't eat with me, she doesn't eat at all.’”

Ganseys look said it all. The three headed downstairs awaiting the dinner.

@.  @.  @.

Adam walked down the grand stairs with Gansey and Opal by his side. They led him into a ginormous dining room where the chair pulled out and tucked Adam in by itself. On the table was Henry and Noah.

Henry spoke, “Ah Adam! What an honor it is for you to join us this evening. Now watch as the dining room proudly presents your dinner! Please dig in. Be our guest!”

Dinner was a long affair. Music filtered out of the piano in the corner and Henry and Noah did a dance routine that was wonderfully choreographed. Every so often, Noah would remind them to quiet down, so Rona didn't hear. The occupants made an amazing meal with a mysterious gray stuff that melted in Adams mouth. The food made Adam sleepy and full. Adam mentioned to Gansey that he wanted a tour of the castle before bed. Noah called off dinner immediately and went to join the group for the tour. Henry put on his best tour guide voice and showed Adam the library and lower parts of the castle.

When the reached a certain room, Gansey took over and asked, “Say Adam, what do you know about Welsh Kings?”

@.  @.  @.

At some point during the tour, the objects made intense eye contact, but did not mention the huge staircase leading up to the wing. Adam asked about the bathrooms and when he saw the objects turn, he ran.

The wing was dark gloomy. It was covered in cobwebs, ripped clothing, and claw marks. There were pictures along the walls, but only one Adam could make out what the picture depicted. It was a man and women with three children all in royal outfits and huge smiles. The man and two oldest children had black slicked back hair and features that could cut glass. The women and youngest child had unruly, but flowing blonde curls and soft faces. The whole family shared striking, clear blue eyes that matched the beasts eyes. Over the middle childs face were long, deep, slash marks.

Adam moved to the center of the room where the moonlight hit a pedestal that held a mirror and glass case. In the mirror, Adam saw his face clear as day. He saw something move, but nothing was there. In the glass case was a raven with the feathers falling off. At the bottom were several of the black feathers. He saw that the raven did not have many feathers left.

The Beast appeared suddenly and screamed at Adam, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU COULD OF DONE?! YOU COULD OF DAMNED US ALL!! LEAVE, GET OUT!!”

The beast lunged at Adam, then observed the glass case. Adam screamed and ran. He high failed out of the west wing and bolted down the stairs to the door ignoring the screams from Gansey, Henry, and Noah.

He ran out of the haunted castle and rode Gwen into the thick woods. He was surrounded by trees and the pitch blackness of night. He didn't get very far when he stopped and heard the howling of the wolves. Their growls came from every direction and he knew he was screwed. He grabbed a stick as a weapon just as the first wolf attacked. He fought them as best he could, but he was outnumbered. He heard a deeper, more threatening growl and his first thought was shit more of them, but Adam was wrong. It was not more wolves, for it was the Beast coming to Adams rescue. There was the Beast, there was Ronan coming to protect Adam. Adam tried to help, but Ronan's growl at him told him to stay away. He took on several at once, throwing them away as if they were nothing. He finished 15 with ease, but the next wolf got a cheap shot at Ronan. He yelled out before finishing the rest of the wolves. Adam and him stared at each other over the piles of unconscious wolves. Adam was about to say something before Ronan's eyes became half lidded and he collapsed. Adam glanced at Gwen, then back at Ronan. He looked so vulnerable laying there in the cold snow. His wound was bleeding and he would die if Adam left him without help.

He crouched by Ronan's side and whispered, “I need your help. I need you to stand.”

Ronan shakingly obeyed and together they got Ronan on Gwen's back.

Together they would make it back to the castle.

@. @. @.

“Ow!”

“Stop fucking moving!”

“You're hurting me!”

“Well, I'm sorry, tough guy, but suck it up. And stop moving!”

Ronan pouts but hands his arm back to Adam. Adam looks at him, but applies water to his cuts anyways.

Ronan hisses and snatches his arm away, “This never would've happened if you hadn't run away.”

“I never would have run away if you hadn't of frightened me.” Adam said back.

“Well, you shouldn't have been in the west wing.”

“Well, you should learn to control your temper.”

Ronan humpfed  and turned over, showing Adam has wounded back. Adam got more water to clean them, but decided against it. He rings out the water and stands.

“I think we should all get some rest. See you tomorrow.”

Adam is almost out the door before he hears Ronan calling him.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Adam smiles, nods, and walks back to his room.

@. @. @.

Days turned to months and Adam was still a prisoner at the castle. The days at the castle weren't as bad as to be expected. Ever since the wolf attack, Ronan hadn't been as hostile towards Adam. He could keep a conversation with Adam and they spent most meals together. Ronan was acting slightly more human like everyday. He would sit on chairs like a person and he and Adam made a compromise to sip from the bowl instead of attacking it or eating with a spoon. Adam would sometimes bring books from the library and read them during dinner.

Adam was delighted when he found Alice in Wonderland in the shelves. He brought it to the table and when Gansey came over to talk to Ronan, he pulled it out. He started reading from the beginning.

Ronan saw what Adam was reading and dropped his cup on the ground. Gansey ran to get someone to clean up the spill.

Adam asked, “Have you read this book before?”

“Alice was beginning to get very tired from sitting by the bank with her sister, and having nothing to do: once or twice she peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations on it…” Ronan recited.

Adams mouth gaped open. “You know it by heart?”

Ronan nodded, “It was my father's favorite. I used to go into your room and read it to Matthew and Declan because they couldn't read it anymore.”

And that was it.

One night, Adam came downstairs in some garments Matthew and Declan forced him in to find Ronan waiting at the bottom of the steps talking to Henry, Noah, and Gansey, but stopped at Adams arrival.

Henry whispered something to Ronan which he replied, “it's red?”

Henry and Noah groaned and Henry whispered something else in his ear. Ronan's eyes widened before nodding.

Ronan stepped closer to Adam, “Parrish you look...um...good. Nice red suit.”

Adam laughed, “Thank you, Lynch.”

The two lad shared more personal details together such as last names, but why the castle was cursed, Adam did not know.

Ronan cleared his throat, “Come on, Parrish, there's something I wanted to show you.”

They walked for fifteen minutes down an area of the castle Adam hadn't seen before which was surprising because exploring the castle had been Adam's new found hobby. The hallways looked like the rest of the hallways did, gray and slightly creepy. They turned into a room and Adam let out a gasp. It was an engineering workshop that put Adam and Blue workshop to shame. In the far corner, were engineering books and on the other wall were so many tools that Adam hadn't even heard of some of them.

“My father used to hire inventors to make sure the castle had the latest technology. No one ever uses it anymore, so it's yours.” Ronan broke the silence.

“Mine?” Ronan nodded, “you rarely talk about your parents. Are they some object I've never met before?”

Ronan's face dropped. “No...they died before the curse happened.”

Adam pulled out some of the chairs from the workshops tables, “Im so sorry. I never asked you, how did the curse happen?”

Ronan sat down and his shoulders dropped, “it was my fault. After my parents died, I was depressed. I shaved my hair, obtained some new scars on my wrists, fought with Declan. I was a mess. The only people who could me from not ending my life were Gansey, Matthew, Noah, and Henry, but I started talking to a commoner from another kingdom. His name was Joseph Kavinsky. We would meet up street race, drink, and would sometimes fuck. I thought it was no strings attached, but he didn't. He-he fell in love with me and I told him I didn't love him and that he was just a coping mechanism. I never knew he was a warlock. He told me he would place a curse on my castle and all who lived inside it, so I would be as heartbroken as I made him. If I find who loves me and actually loves me, then the curse would be broken. If I don't find someone who by the time the last feather falls from the raven, then everyone I love turns to antiques and I remain a beast.”

Adam was left breathless, “So that's why you got so mad at me when I was in the west wing. Ronan...I'm so sorry.”

Ronan clicked his tongue. “Nothing for you to be sorry over. It's not your fault.”

“It's not your fault either.”

“Parrish.”

“I mean unrequited love sucks, but that's no reason to curse an entire castle.”

Ronan smiled a real and genuine smile unlike his usually smirks that Adam had gotten used to. A moment passed between them where they just stared at each other smiling.

“Wanna make use of the ballroom tonight?” Ronan asked.

“Like dancing?” Adam questioned.

“You can say no.”

Adam thought for a moment. “Id like that.”

@. @. @.

The castle was filled with a sweet presence that came with a ballroom dance. Everyone was excited for the twos dance.

Matthew and Declan dressed Adam in the most amazing silk suit. Blue would have appreciated the yellow color. He felt confident in the form-fitting garment.

He felt flutters when he walked down the steps leading to the first floor. His breath stopped as he saw Ronan on the opposite set of stairs. Ronan's outfit fit him snug and he looked lost until his eyes met Adams. They walked down the steps maintaining eye contact. Ronan outstretched his arm and met Adams.

Music led them to the royal bedroom where Gansey, Noah, and Henry were waiting for them.

Ronan drew Adam into his arms as Gansey started singing. His voice was a little shaky from misuse, but accompanied the dance perfectly.

Ronan certainly knew how to dance from his royal days, but was surprised to learn Adam knew how to dance as well. They moved together in perfect rhythm.

There were stepped on feet and apologetic glances, but overall the night went perfect. The two moved to the balcony to get some air as Henry and his lover Jiang took to the floor and danced the night away.

Ronan let out a breath, “I haven't danced like that in years.”

Adam laughed. “Me either. When Blue and I first moved in together, she thought it was outrageous that I never learned to dance, so she taught me.”

“Do you miss her, Blue?” Ronan asked.

“More than anything. She was my first friend before all this happened.”

Ronan was silent for a moment before continuing, “There is a way to see her.”

“There is?”

“Yeah.” Ronan pulled out the plain mirror and handed it to Adam.

“Show me Blue.”

The mirrors glass shimmered away to show Blue being shoved into a black carriage, the villagers surrounding her with fire, Tad at front.

“Oh my g-d!” Adam shrieked. “Blue in trouble.”

Ronan took a deep breath in, “then you should go to her.”

“I should?”

“She needs help.”

“But what about…”

“You're not a prisoner here, Adam. You haven't been in a long time.”

“But…”

“But nothing. Go.”

Adam reached to give the mirror back. “No. Take it with you so you'll always have a way to look back and remember me.”

Tears welled up in Adams eyes, “I could never forget you.” He leaned forward and kissed Ronan on the cheek, “I'm coming Blue, don't worry.”

@. @. @.  

Adam heard Tads booming voice as soon as Adam entered the village. He seemed to be ruling the people up with his harsh words and thunderous voice. The people were following him blindly.

“Tad!” Adam screamed.

Tad let out a giddy smile at Adam arrival. It quickly turned mischievous in a split second, “Adam! It's so good to see you. I'm so sorry to hear about Blue.”

Adam furrowed his brows, “what about Blue?”

Tad put on a mask of remorse. “Blue went off the rails. You weren't here, so I took care of it. She'll be staying in a nice room at Monsieur Blacks asylum.”

“Blue isn't crazy; she's one of the most sane person I know.” Adam scoffed.

Tad whimpered in pity for Adam; the crowd followed. “But she is. She kept raving on and on about a beast.”

“But there is a beast.”

Tad sighed, “not you too.”

“And I can prove it.” Adam held up the mirror. “Show me the beast.”

Ronan's image flickered on the glass. When Adam showed Ronan, the village people gasped in fear.

“Is he dangerous?” One village person shrieked.

Adam replied almost immediately, “No he's very sensitive and gentle once you get to know him.”

Tad looked scandalized. “If I didn't know better, I'd say you have feelings for him.”

“You don't know me well enough to say that truthfully.” Adam retorted.

Tad sneered, “I may not, but I know monsters like that.” He turned to the crowd. “He’ll make off with your children, he’ll come after them in the night. I say we kill the beast.”

The crowd screamed approval while Adam screamed no.

Tad raised his hands up. “It's time to follow me.”

The village people grabbed torches and anything they could use as weapons. Some said prayers before they all took off towards the dark castle.

As soon as the last village was out of sight, Adam ran towards Blue who they forgotten about in the chaos. He threw his arms around her.

“Blue, I have to go warn Ronan.”

“Not without me you won't.”

@. @. @.

They arrived in the middle of the battle, objects vs people. Blue told him that she was going to help the castle and that he should go find the beast. He ran to the west wing as fast as he could in his yellow suit, dodging thrown plates, shovels, and miscellaneous objects. Adams heart was vibrating. What if he was too late?

He made it in time to see Tad leaning over Ronan, dagger in hand. Whatever he was saying to Ronan seemed to be the most painful thing Ronan ever heard. He looked like he was surrendering to Tads knife.

“Ronan!” Adam yelled.

Ronan opened his eyes. “Adam?”

Tad smiled murderously. “Adam! Just in time to see your lovely beast die.”

Ronan and Adam reached for each other as Tad plunged his knife into Ronan's chest.

“No!” Adam sobbed.

Tad took a step to the edge of the balcony to shadow over Ronan. Adam ran, knees buckling, and pulled Ronan's head into his lap.

Tad laughed, throwing his head back, “this is your fault Adam. If you had just married me, your precious Ronan would still be alive. Isn't it just a shame when things don't go exactly as planned?”

Tad laughed and laughed. He was laughing so much he didn't realize his feet went over the edge. Tad roared as he fell his death.

The two, finally left in privacy, stared at each other, tears running down Adams face. Ronan moved his paw to brush away the tears.

“You came back.” Ronan breathed.

“I wished I never left you.” Adam confessed.

“Maybe it's better this way.”

“Stop talking. Conserve your energy.”

“At least I got to see you one last time. Adam I…”

“Ronan? Ronan?”

Adam sobbed into Ronan matted fur.

“Ronan! Don't leave me! You're my home! I...I Love you!”

The castle grew eerily silent. Adam didn't see the last feather fall from the raven from his place in Ronan's chest.

He did see when a bright light washed over Ronan's body. It grew so bright that Adam had to look away. When he opened his eyes, he was met with a man dressed in a loose white dress shirt back tattoos and muscles visible. The man stared at his arms and sobbed with relief. He turned around and Adam could see his entire body. Adam lost his breath. He was by far the most gorgeous man Adam had ever seen, but where had he come from and where was Ronan?

He stepped closer to Adam and Adams stomach dropped. “Adam, look into my eyes.”

Adam did and was met with the most clear water blue. They were so bright, the punched a hole right through Adams guy just like…

“Ronan?” Adam gasped.

Ronan nodded and smiled so bright Adam had to smile back. Adam placed his hands on Ronan's snatched cheeks and looked into his eyes in awe. Tears sprang into his eyes for the third time that night, but this time Ronan cried with him.

Ronan moved closer to Adam, “May I?”

Adam laughed, but nodded.

They came at each other fast until their lips touched each other's. The kiss was chaste and gentle as if they were afraid to break one another. Adam could feel Ronan's tears mixing with his own. When they separated, their foreheads stayed glued shut and they nuzzled noses. They laughed again and hugged almost as a promise to never let go.

@. @. @.

They eventually made it downstairs to be greeted by Blue and villagers now remembering their beloved prince. Ronan and Adam were ambushed by human Gansey, Henry, Noah, and Jiang who pulled them into tight hugs. Opal announced her presence by letting out a inhumane noise and keeping into Ronan's arms. She was followed by Matthew who tackled Ronan's middle and Declan who ruffled Ronan's nonexistent hair. Adam pretended not to notice the looks Gansey and Blue were exchanging before going in to kiss his beautiful, human boyfriend.