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⛈ ★ I've Bean There ★ ⛈

• (Queen Tiabeanie x reader)  • r a t i n g: t e e n  &  u p  • 7 7 7  w o r d s  •  p o s t e d 15.09.2023    🌧  navigation •s u m m a r y : after a hard... life, you unwind at your favorite tavern with a drink. you stay til closing time and a nice girl with weird teeth approaches you. 

   The tavern was quieting down, the streets outside shrouded in indigo shadows and filled by hacking, coughing, and screaming.    You swirled your drink around in its cup, watching as the shimmery liquid whirred into a whirlpool. The shimmer settled, falling to the bottom of the chalice like magenta snow. You drank, the alcoholic sweetness coating your throat.     At that point, it was only you and a few more patrons. A couple of older men discussing the morals of chickens, and a girl around your age drinking a frothy beer. It looked like it tasted pretty damn good. She glared at you, but when you noticed, she feigned indifference. You sighed, holding your chalice as you stared into nowhere, your bleary eyes half-lidded. 

  Like dust in water that stood out for too long, unpleasant feelings floated at the top of your mind and heavy worry prodded at your chest. For no reason, you felt like you were mauled by a bear from inside out.    There was a reason. A lot of reasons.    You sipped. The drink had warmed up and had turned slightly stale and that made you feel worse.    "What's wrong?" Asked a soft, youthful, and slightly muffled voice from your side. You nearly choked on your drink, gulping painfully and turning around to see the beer girlie, a stupid smile on her cute face. You blinked like an owl and avoided eye contact, staring at her freckles and white hair.    "Er, this is just my face." You pursed your lips and turned away. "Also, I've had a hard day," You explained plainly.    Her expression faltered with worry.    "Did a witch curse your beloved?"    You gave her a side-eye.    "I don't have a beloved."   You sipped your drink.   "Did a sorcerer turn you into a newt?"    You looked at her silently, gesturing to yourself. She laughed awkwardly.    "Oh, yeah, right."    She was intriguingly crazy.   "Did your evil parent try to make you join the dark side?"    You shook your head, and the two men, having agreed that chickens were out to get us all, headed out.    "Then... troubles at home?" She leaned her head on her hand, setting down her beer. Her goofy expression turned solemn.    "Yeah," You whispered.    "I've been there. I am there! Why do you think I'm at this tavern?" She gestured to the dark room. It was illuminated by warm candles. Candles- little bits of hell.    A flying scepter landed on the bar. The owner mumbled in dismay.    "Why do you think I'm at this tavern?" You retorted with no particular purpose, taking the last sip of your drink, the shimmer still stuck to the sides of the glass.    "'Cause... you like staring at interesting people? Thass what I do, anyway," She leaned back, flipping her wrist. She grinned drunkenly.   You restrained a smile and chortled faintly.   "You think I'm interesting?" You ran your hand over your frilly sleeves, meeting her grey eyes. She froze for a moment. "Well, yea, I mean who the hell orders a nightmare vodkatequila thrice in the span of an hour?" She laughed awkwardly, hugging herself. You felt your face heat up.    "Someone who's got nothing better to do, other than wallowing. But talking to someone is a nice change. Usually, people are scared off by my resting tormented face." You relaxed your face for a second. Her smile returned, and you found it easier to look up at her. She seemed nice enough, not like that guy who tried to steal your boots once.    "You look like my dad when I come home," She giggled, tucking her hair behind her ears frantically.    The owner of the tavern mumbled angrily, pointing to the exit. The girl downed her beer, set down the mug, wiped her lips, and stood up.    "See you tomorrow at nine, stranger!" She yelled as she stumbled out of the door, and it shut loudly.    Your previously tight chest felt light, and you couldn't stop smirking stupidly.    Walking back to your house through the shadowy streets, your cobblestone path lit up by moonlight and the occasional torch, you thought of her. You hadn't even caught her name, but she already knew when you attended the Flying Scepter, even though you were sure you had never seen her in the bar. She did seem familiar though. Awfully familiar.    As you passed a tapestry of the royal family, you halted, and your jaw hit the deepest pits of hell.   Between Queen Oona and King Zøg and behind Prince Derek, stood the girl you had talked with earlier. Holy shit- the Princess, Princess Bean, chatted you up? What in the kingdom?    Your journal would hear about that later...