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chasingmidnights · 2 years

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For the Greater Good

Title: For the Greater Good

Summary: What most people don’t know is that Belle had a younger step-sister. Another thing that most people don’t know is that you would do anything to protect your family and your village. So, when a man by the name of Rumplestiltskin shows up to make a deal to help save your village, he requires something in return. You or Belle. You immediately offer to go with him, telling him to take you instead. Intrigued, he happily accepts.

Warnings: not sure if there is any really; just Rumplestiltskin being Rumple; maybe some slight abuse; mentions of death of a parent; angst; again you’re responsible for what you read, I just post here.

Word Count: 1,854

You were busy cleaning Rumple’s mansion, one of the many chores he has bestowed upon you when you arrived. As you were dusting one of the bookshelves, you hummed a little tune your mother used to sing to you before she passed. You were so caught up in what you were doing that you had failed to realize that Rumple had joined you in the library.

“What is that that you’re humming?”

Needless to say that you were quite startled when you heard his high-pitched, accented voice fill the room. You place your hand on your chest and the other on top of the ladder to steady yourself. You take in a couple of deep breaths as you look down at your new master. You watch him as he crosses his arms in front of him and holds his chin in between his thumb and index finger.

“Well? I’m waiting.” He inquires again, this time in a sing-songy type voice.

“It’s a song that my mom used to sing before she passed away. One of the very few things that I remember about her.” You finally reply, you cast your gaze down to the floor. A moment of sadness taking over you at the thought of your mother. “I can stop if you want me to.” You lift your gaze to meet Rumple’s.

He’s such a difficult man to read but you have a feeling that he’s mulling it over. After a few moments of an intense silence, he finally answers. Waving the hand that was once on his chin as he does. “No, I want you to sing it.” He takes a seat in a nearby armchair, crossing his legs in a dramatic way.

You're surprised by his answer. “I’m sorry, what?”

He props his elbow up on the arm rest and waves his hand again, his voice a little more demanding. “You heard me. Sing.”

You turn to face the bookshelves again and take a deep breath. Your nerves are setting in. You typically didn’t sing in front of others. It’s not that you didn’t sing badly, it’s just that you were pretty shy and got stage fright easily. Before you know it though, the words are coming out.

“How does a moment last forever?

How can a story never die?

It is love we must hold onto

Never easy, but we try

Sometimes our happiness is captured

Somehow, our time and place stand still

Love lives on inside our hearts and always will…”

You continue to sing the song, hoping that it pleases Rumple. You try not to think about what could happen if he doesn’t find it enjoyable. The last few lines of the song fall from your lips and you take a moment for yourself. A tear slides down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away. Suddenly, the sound of clapping fills the room causing you to lift your head and look over at Rumple. A sigh of relief slips past your lips. From the time that you’ve gotten here you’ve learned that the man is very unpredictable. He stops clapping a moment later and the smile slowly fades from his face. His face contorts into curiosity and his head tilts the side.

“I think I’d like my tea now.” Rumple orders, his voice deeper than from before.

“O-of course sir, right away.” You stutter at your words at first before quickly climbing down the ladder that you were on.

You know he doesn’t like to be kept waiting so you rush off to the kitchen as soon as you step off of the ladder. Last time that he felt like you were taking too long, he locked you away in a cell for two days. You made haste at your task at hand, gathering everything up that you needed and setting it on the tray. You handled the fine china with extra care, making sure not to put a chip in any of it. Once the water had come to a boil, you quickly made fresh tea for Rumple. However, before you have a chance to leave the kitchen, Rumple appears behind you causing you to jump.

“You’re a jumpy one.” He comments, his high-pitched voice returning, a giggle coming out of him as he finishes.

“I-I was just about to bring this out to you sir, everything’s all done.” You reply. However, you miss noticing the tea cup next to your hand and end up knocking it over. You hold in your breath, hoping that it doesn’t fall to the ground. But just your luck, the tea cup tumbles off of the wooden countertop and lands on the concrete floor. You hear the cup crack as you squat down to pick it up. As you turn the cup around in your hands to examine it, you do in fact notice a chip in the cup. You stand up and your nerves begin to set in. “I-I’m afraid that there’s a small chip in the cup. B-but you can barely notice it, see?”

You hold out the tea cup to Rumple to show him, making eye contact as you do. You cringe inwardly as you see the stern look on his face, which causes him to look even more menacing. His eyes narrow in on the tea cup for a brief moment before his whole facial expression changes and his mood lightens. “No matter, it’s just a cup dearie.”

You finally let out the breath that you were holding and a small smile curls up on your lips. Setting the chipped cup to the side, you grab a new cup and begin to make Rumple’s tea to his liking. You hand him the tea cup and he accepts the cup, instantly taking a sip.

“So, tell me dearie, why’d you do it?” Rumple inquires, as he removes the tea cup from his lips.

“Do what?” You answer, scrunching up your face in confusion while tilting your head to the side.

“Why did you,” he points his index finger at you. “Volunteer to save your village. Why not let your sister come instead.” He asks again, quirking up an eyebrow. “Surely you’ve heard all of the despicable things about me?”

“Oh, well, I guess I did it to protect her. So she wouldn’t have to bear this.” You answer as you go back over to the kettle and tray, cleaning a few things up.

You feel uneasy as he eyes you up and down. “But she’s your older sister, shouldn’t it be the other way around?” He does a little twirl of the finger at the last part as he continues to drill questions at you.

You shrug your shoulders in response. “I suppose but she’s always doing the right thing and taking care of me. I guess I just thought that maybe for once it’s my turn to return the favor. Plus, I couldn’t stand to see those horrible beasts ruin our village.”

“So, you have a sense of dignity to your village then? Hmm?” Rumple inquires, before taking another sip of tea.

“Yeah, I guess so.” You nod your head slightly

Over the next few days, you grew a bit more comfortable at the mansion. When you were done with your chores, you would either read in the library or do a bit of exploring around the mansion. Rumple would disappear for hours or sometimes longer but you didn’t mind, you liked being alone. Not to mention, being in the presence of Rumple sets your nerves on edge. On one particular day, you had gotten your chores done and you were feeling a bit restless, so you decided to explore a part of the mansion you hadn’t explored yet. The West Wing.

As you open another door, your eyes grow wide in shock at what your eyes are seeing. You rub your eyes to make sure that your eyes aren’t deceiving you. The room is set up for a child and you hesitantly step into the room. A small part of you feels that you shouldn’t be in here but your curiosity is stronger. You take in every inch of the room that it has to offer. A small, child size bed is placed on one side of the room with a bedside table next to it. A wardrobe rests from across the bedroom doorway, undoubtedly filled with children’s clothes. On the opposite side of the room from the bed is a small wooden desk. Something catches your attention on the bedside table so you walk over to check it out. You lift up the piece of parchment paper and a gasp slips out of you. On it, is a sketch of a young boy, it was a beautifully drawn image. Every detail was sketched with perfection and precision. You wondered who the artist was. You feel the bed dip underneath as you take a seat on the edge of it. You had no idea that Rumple had a son, a mix of emotions flooded through you. You wondered where he was or what happened to him because you definitely haven’t seen a young boy around. At the end of the bed, you notice a folded up piece of clothing and just as you’re about to reach for it, a screaming Rumplestiltskin stops you in your tracks.

“What are you doing in here?! Who said you were allowed to come in here?!”

You’ve never seen him so upset before and you had to refrain yourself from wincing with how his voice screeched. As you looked at your master, his face was twisted in anger and he spat with every word that came from him. His entire body was shaking with how upset he was with you. Before you can get a grasp on what was happening, he had a tight grip on your upper arm and he was dragging you out of the room. You tried to get out of his tight grip but it was useless, he was much stronger than you. It didn’t take long before you were being tossed into a cell. A grunt escapes you as you land on your hands and knees. The slamming of the cell door catches your attention and you’re on your feet in an instant, rushing over to the now locked cell door. The clicking of the locks confirms that it is in fact locked.

“You can’t leave me in here!” You cry out to Rumple.

Suddenly, he was in your face, the only thing separating you from him were the bars on the small window on the door. His voice is dark and still filled with rage, seething in fact, as he replies. “You’re mine now! So watch me!”

With that, you were left alone. You slid down to the floor with your body against the door still as numerous thoughts fill your brain. Why did you have to open your big mouth and volunteer? Maybe you should’ve just let Belle come instead. If this was going to be your life now, you begin to wonder if doing this for the greater good was worth it.

#for the greater good #once upon a time #rumplestiltskin #ouat rumple #rumplestilskin x reader #belles sister #beauty and the beast references #beauty and the beast #writing challenge #october writing challenge #angst prompts #tales of a whumpie newbie #step-sister!reader

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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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Day 8: “Evermore”

Sinister Strange x Reader

I’m so sorry that I’ve fallen behind. 😭 I tried to write Day 7 but it just kept turning to shit and making me depressed do imma just skip it. So here’s this, ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ mentions of implied suicide and death and character death. Don’t like, don’t read. Also this was inspired by @sanctumsanctorumshenanigans one shot “Just flowers”, this is for you, bae!

When you had fallen into his dying universe Stephen had thought that he'd finally snapped after being alone with the Darkhold for who knows how long. With powers akin to the spring goddess, Persephone, he could hardly be blamed for doubting your tangibility.

Yet here you were, your ivy and morning glories coating the outside of the Sanctum, a garden where the dead used to lie, a crown of thorns sprouting around your head whenever you both inevitably fought over petty matters. Silk-soft rose petals exploding around you when he kissed you and made love to you.

He should have known that his newfound Eden couldn't last forever, though.

As time moved inexorably on, your garden began to be less fruitful, your morning glories’ blooms not lasting as long and not quite as numerous as before, the crown of thorns took more and more emotion to appear, and the rose petals dwindled down in number until he could only cause one or two to appear, and they were small and half wilted. What was even worse was you because depressed and listless.

No spell helped you, no potion, nor enchantment.

You were dying along with his universe, and Stephen had no idea how to stop it.

One day you came into Stephen's study where he was desperately researching any way to help you.

"Mon prince noir,” you called to him softly as you leaned against the doorframe, having used all your energy to find him.

Looking up, Stephen was immediately alarmed by how horrifically pale and sickly your appearance was.

"Ma fleur," he chided in a gentle croon. "You should be resting.”

Scooping you up in his arms, Stephen carried you over to the couch and settled in to cuddle you.

“I was cold,” you confessed as you happily nuzzled into the collar of his dark robes. "And... I think I know what's wrong with me. Why my powers aren't working anymore.”

Pulling back so he could see your eyes, which thanks to your powers, were an almost unrealistic glass green.

Cupping your cheeks with his shaking, scared hands, Stephen pleaded, "Tell me, ma fluer, please. I'm at my wits end.”

"The sun,” you whispered as you lay your hands over his. " My powers depend on the sun. It's not just the vitamin D. It's the warmth, the ultra-violet radiation. Your world doesn't have a sun, or even starlight, mon prince des ténèbres. That's why I'm fading. I. I need to go back to my world if I am to thrive, beloved."

Stephen's heart disintegrated at those words. He had been fearing this line of logic. He couldn't lose you, his healer, his flower. But he would never allow his selfishness to kill you, no matter how much he wanted to keep you by his side.

"Then to your world you shall return,” he vowed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

…

Within a few weeks, Stephen had figured out a way to send you back.

Holding you close, the two of you said your goodbyes.

"I love you, so so much, Stephen,” you whispered as you tried to hide your tears in his shoulder.

"I love you too, Y/N," he murmured into your hair, taking in every last detail he could.

Pulling away you gave the sorcerer a teary-eyed smile before stepping into the circle that would take you home.

Beginning the ritual, Stephen took one last look at you before summoning every last scrap of magic he possessed and shoved it into a portal that would bring you back to life... and him to death.

He had ensured that you had no clue that he planned to be the magic battery that the portal would use to return you. Otherwise, you would never allow it.

Stephen couldn't let your death be on his already blood-soaked hands when he could so easily prevent it.

In an almighty maelstrom of red and purple light you fell through a portal onto a grassy, sun-soaked field.

And flowers of infinite variety burst into bloom around you, color returned to your skin, and you looked more alive than when Stephen had first met you, a wreath of nightshade in your hair and a staff of oak in your hand.

That was the last view Stephen had of you, and he could have wept with joy. You were going to be okay. He collapsed as darkness danced along the edge of his vision.

You were going to live your days in the sun, was the last thought in his mind before the darkness took him.

#arkytiorwrites #marvel #marvel x reader #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x gn!reader #stephen strange x male reader #stephen strange x female reader #crackmas #crackmas 2022 #doctor strange #evermore #beauty and the beast references #pain #death #i’m sorry everyone #reader is like Persephone #flower powers #sinister strange x reader #Spotify

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inevitablemoment · 7 months

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Frightober Day 16 - Halloween/Couple's Costumes

Word Count: 357

Warnings: None

Fandom: The Frighteners

Pairings: Frank Bannister x Lucy Lynskey

I will forever die on the Lunnister/Beauty and the Beast parallels hill.

This is what I imagine Lucy's Belle costume to look like (left):

Enjoy!

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"Luce? You sure you don't need my help?" Frank called as he futzed with the wrists of his jacket's sleeves.

"No, I'm fine," Lucy called back from the bedroom. "Laura's just helping me lace up the dress.

"Okay."

Frank looked at himself in the mirror, unable to keep from admiring the costume-- a royal blue 18th century-era court ensemble with golden embellishments that matched the Beast's suit. Hazel had outdone herself; maybe if she hadn't been a teacher, she could've designed costumes for movies or for the theater.

He heard footsteps from behind him, and turned around. A wide smile spread across his face.

Lucy looked like she was floating on air as she walked out of the bedroom, clad in Belle's iconic yellow gown.

Unlike Frank's costume, Lucy had bought hers when she was helping Hazel and Dr. Kamins' grandchildren pick out their costumes at the Halloween store. But, she had purchased a hoop skirt (not a crinoline cage, because apparent they were entirely different things) to add more volume to the skirt.

Her ebony curls were styled in the same period-appropriate half-down half-up hairdo.

She smiled back at him, smoothing her hands over the bodice of the dress.

"You look... God, I'm just speechless," Frank confessed.

"I'm pretty speechless myself," Lucy flirted, going to plant a quick kiss on his lips. "Thanks for coming over to help, Laura."

"Don't mention it," Laura said. "The older kids and I will be over later, and I can't wait to see how Bree will react."

The two women hugged goodbye, and Laura exited the house.

"So... we only have an hour and a half before we got trick-or-treaters," Lucy said. "What should we do?"

"Well... I have an idea," Frank began to suggest.

He carefully took her hand, and led her to the CD player. He retrieved one of the CDs from the display and inserted inside, pressing the skip button to get to the song he wanted. The opening of the title song from Beauty and the Beast began to play.

"May I have this dance?" he requested.

Lucy smiled at him. "How could I say no?"

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baltharino · 3 months

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Enchanted (2007) + References

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roberrtphilip · 5 months

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Beauty and the Beast (1991) // Enchanted (2007)

#beauty and the beast #enchanted #disneyedit #enchantededit #batbedit #robselle #adelle #(<- i know that's probably mostly used for the live action version but they are simply adelle to me regardless so)#anyway i was gonna make a set of all the batb references but then i got stuck on the ball so here we are #i'll make that other gifset later #rucksack*#also i really love that both these dances start off wonderful but end with the woman leaving #so close really works for adelle too wow kevin lima's mind

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rosepompadour · 1 year

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I always live in a dream world.

Jackie Kennedy in conversation with Richard Nixon, 1971

#jackie kennedy #history #this is absolutely devastating in context because they're discussing nostalgia and she's referring to her life without jack #this is what i hate about posting quotes on tumblr because they lose so much of their power outside of the source material #:/ oh well #'it doesn't matter now. let the coquette blogs come.' /beauty and the beast

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notmoreflippingelves · 1 month

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#elena of avalor #beauty and the beast #batbedit #disneyedit #eoa edit #belle x beast #estebalena #kinda but also not kinda #I think a lot about the fact that it's been confirmed that this is an intentional homage #like EoA series supervising director Elliot M. Bour was just like casually bringing BATB into things as an Easter egg #since it was his first job in animation #and like don't get me wrong; I LOVE that he did this. I just don't know how he expected anyone (i.e. me) to be normal about it afterwards #once you've introduced BATB; it ceases to be a fun and casual reference and just makes the literature major girlies go feral #i thought this was gonna be a quick and easy little project but it wasn't #the parallels are all there but they're in slightly different order in EoA than the original and the pacing for each reference is differen #so i had to determine which ones I needed to skip frames for and which ones to use all the frames #and then try to figure out the speed from there #the coronation day scenes were very hard to color because the grey skies and muted filter kind of whitewash the characters #like you don't even understand i added so MUCH vibrance and saturation to the 4th and 5th gifs but elena's skin still is just gray #and the coloring is still just a very very mixed bag #also i've realized that while I don't think it was an intentional reference in the same way BATB was #anna's sacrifice and resurrection from frozen is perhaps just as --if not more-- a clear parallel to the coronation day scene than BATB #so maybe I will do that one someday too?#once i psych myself up again to try coloring coronation day again #which i imagine will be awhile #these do not look like the same scene and pretty much the same scene at all even if i tried to use the same psd when i could #and edit them to make the coloring as close as i could

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fizzy-dizz · 3 days

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Lumiere's Sick Day: Pages 17-18 Prev | Next

Forgiveness & reconciliation <3 stay tuned next time for the finale!!

#beauty and the beast #batb #disney #cogsworth #lumiere #lumiworth #comic #lumiere's sick day #artz #WE ARE SO BACK #had to do alot of picking apart and editing of the script in this part #and ended up with some chunky text... have fun reading that LOL #aaaahhh they r holding hands.. they r hugging...#cogs' rizz off the charts in this one #hand holding v difficult to draw w little reference (i have one hand free)#we're sooo close to the end! ty those who stuck around to read! genuinely makes me rly happy as ive put alot of effort into this project lo

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padparadschaaa · 8 months

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i can never take the princes seriously when they talk about their “beast side” because all i imagine is this

#shhhhhhhh #i know it’s supposed to be a reference to beauty and the beast #but it’s funnier to think about it this way #you gotta admit it’s silly #(and a bit cringy at times)#no babe don’t look im about to go beast mode #misunderstood beast 😢😔😭😢😟😔#ikemen prince #ikepri #my posts ☀️#ikepri.

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dragonnerd · 8 days

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Cloud Mountain Kingdom servant: "Be charming, Sweet, and when she opens the door give her a dashing smile! show me the smile!" Delun:

#oc #my art #drawing #black and white #original character #cute #fantasy #lego #lego monkie kid #lmk oc #lmk #Delun #Shing Delun #silly #its a beauty and the beast reference lol

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monthgirl · 11 months

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I use “organic material” in all of my decorating🎶

oh boy what a ghoul that fliqpy 🎶

No one commits war crimes like Fliqpy 🎶 water boards lights like Fliqpy In a ambush match nobody snaps necks with his bear hands like Fliqpy🎶 For there's no one as burly and brawny 🎶 As you see I've got biceps to spare 🎶 Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny 🎶 That's right! And every last inch of me's covered in scars and internally too🧠.🎶

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sad-emo-dip-dye · 4 months

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Dead apple Aku my love

#the beauty and the beast reference is actually one of my favorite arts too #bsd #bungo stray dogs #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd dead apple

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charcarts · 1 year

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day 4 of mykr week! loosely based my prompt off Woofemus’s fic, "For Whom The Gong Tolls" on ao3; an oldie but a goodie tbh

#Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight #mayakuro #revue starlight #tendo maya #saijou claudine #im assuming u all have read the 40k word beauty and the beast au fic considering it was published like 3 yrs ago lmao #bonus fact: been referring to maya as either tendog maya or tenten among friends while working on this #//squidward voice// Uhmm We Draw Furries Here

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crazy-god-bunker-jughead · 9 months

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Girl who has only read ASOIAF, watching Phantom of the Opera: "getting Sansa and the Hound vibes from this"

#not in like an I ship it way #in like a they’re both beauty and the beast stories #where half the guys face is fucked up #involves singing #the beast is kind of toxic #and at the end an act of kindness from beauty makes him see the error of his ways and he leaves her alone #way #asoiaf #phantom of the opera #this came to me when I was listening to the title song #sansa stark #sandor clegane #tagging for my own references if I add enough I’ll eventually find it

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roberrtphilip · 1 day

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Beauty and the Beast (1991) // Enchanted (2007)

#beauty and the beast #enchanted #batbedit #enchantededit #disneyedit #enchanted 2007 #patrick dempsey #amy adams #rucksack*#I know a couple of these are not intentional references but I thought it would be fun to toss them in anyway 😇

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sakurapika · 6 months

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How the landfolk do their hair

Author's note: This, along with my previous short story, "Rose-Tinted Ego," are from an Azurido fanfic I started writing a couple of months ago. I'm not sure if I'll finish it (it's over 11k words long and I'm not even halfway done with what I planned), so I decided to post excerpts of a few of the parts I like the best for now!

Context: Over winter break, the Queen is hosting a gala and has specifically requested for the Rosehearts family to attend. Mrs. Rosehearts has come to NRC to collect Riddle, who she hasn't spoken to for months. Azul volunteers to come with Riddle, claiming that he would like to take the chance to learn magic from the perspective of a different member of the Great Seven. Is he coming for his own gain, or is he making an excuse because he is concerned for Riddle? Who knows? Mrs. Rosehearts agrees, pleased with the idea of another NRC student (one from a different dorm, at that) looking up to her son. At this point in the story, the three are about to set off.

One final note: Brief mention about Azul's dieting and Mrs. Rosehearts being strict about food. It's very mild, but I'd rather not make anyone uncomfortable, just in case.

Azul was nothing if not prepared for nearly every possible scenario. Although being dragged along on a whirlwind trip with his academic rival and his academic rival’s mom was not something he anticipated this winter, he still had some basic plans. “Floyd,” he said while collecting four of his best pairs of shoes, “You must keep everyone outside of my office. Don’t touch any of my personal belongings, or else I’ll make a big batch of unagi nigiri out of you.”

“You’re going to play at kingyo-chan’s house?” Floyd threw himself at the edge of Azul’s bed and began to bounce. “Without us?”

“What did I just say about touching my personal belongings?”

“Well, teeeeechnically, your bed’s the property of Night Raven College.”

“Oh, you want to be a little smarty-pants right now?” Sighing, he turned to Jade leaning against the door of his bedroom. “Jade, you’re in charge. Keep your brother in check, will you?”

Jade nodded. “That goes without saying.”

As he finished collecting his clothes, he retrieved a lengthy document from a locked drawer in his desk and gave it to Jade. It contained every single contingency plan for how to operate the dorm in his absence. There shouldn’t be much of a problem, given that most of the students were away for the break. Jade was fairly experienced as a vice-housewarden, so he knew that he was reliable. Floyd was…Floyd. If he felt bored, he could burn down the dorm for his own amusement. Azul hoped that he’d at least find students in other dorms, like Scarabia, to terrorize before such a dreadful thought crossed his mind.

After they had finished packing, Mrs. Rosehearts had immediately sent for another ferry out of Sage’s Island. It was seldom that such boats came to the island during the off-season, but for a woman with status, anything was possible. Realizing that the journey was long, Azul was almost going to mention the fact that they could easily teleport by magic mirror.

“Don’t,” Riddle grabbed his arm and whispered, “Or she’ll make me visit more often.”

The ferry had dropped them off at the Cite des Fleurs in the Shaftlands; from there, they took a first-class train all the way to the Queendom of Roses. The train was fast and impressive, traveling both on land and through a series of underwater tunnels. In the meantime, the passengers were served a complimentary dinner.

When the waiter approached Azul, he had said, “It is our deepest pride and greatest honor to serve the finest foods in all of the Shaftlands--please, be our guest!”

The hospitality was certainly memorable; the tableware was enchanted, and the train waitstaff cast spells to make the spoons and forks dance and sing. Throughout the whole affair, Azul was fiercely taking mental notes. Could they pull off something like this in the Mostro Lounge? The food, however, was abysmal, but that was his own doing. He had spotted a million lovely dishes on the menu, and ended up with the simplest salad known to man and merfolk. By all means, the ingredients were fresh and the dressing was well-made, but Azul had eaten plenty of salads every day, and they all tasted like nothing at this point.

“See,” Mrs. Rosehearts remarked, pointing to Azul, “he’s eating something nutritious.”

Riddle pushed around a chunk of aubergine in his ratatouille. His own meal was made of vegetables. How much more healthy was it supposed to get?

Although he kept silent, Mrs. Rosehearts continued to berate him. “Look at you, you’re using the wrong fork. That’s a salad fork, not a dinner fork! Have you forgotten your dining etiquette? And your meal simply has too much oil in it. You know what? I’m telling the waitstaff!”

Mrs. Rosehearts took Riddle’s plate and chased down one of the poor staff members as he made his way into the next train car. Riddle looked at Azul helplessly and said, “I could have sworn I picked up the right fork. See, look, my dinner fork is where my salad fork should be. Maybe something happened during the dinnertime show.”

He looked so helpless, like a boy who was lost to this world. For the millionth time that day, Azul surprised himself by speaking up. “You used the wrong fork, huh? You know, under the sea, we don’t really have forks, or spoons. We mostly eat things with our hands, fins, tentacles, by phagocytosis…you get the idea.”

“Really? How curious. Well, I suppose that’s the etiquette there.”

“Yes, that’s just how it is. I didn’t even have a chance to see how landfolk actually use forks until I immigrated to…erm, the land. I used to go to restaurants and treat forks like complimentary combs! I collected a few and would sometimes use them to comb my bangs like this," he gave an exaggerated demonstration of curling the ends of his seafoam-white hair. "Jade didn’t know any better and collected forks for me, but Floyd…oh, that sucker, he knew this whole time and didn’t say a word, no matter how many times people stared at me! He never bothered to say, 'hey Azul, that's not how the landfolk actually do their hair.' I would even sing to myself while sitting in front of the vanity…good grief.”

Riddle allowed himself a small smile. “Wow, my mother would see you a bit differently if she knew that.”

“Just a bit?”

“You’re right. She’d chuck you off this train if she could.”

They laughed together, just for a nice, long moment, until they grew self-aware. What were they doing here, two students from an elite school, who were constantly head-to-head on the exam leaderboards? They weren't even friends. Aside from discussing classwork once in a while and attending housewarden meetings, their paths seldom crossed. Why now did Azul have to be so involved in something so embarrassingly personal to Riddle, such as his family’s affairs?

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #azurido #floyd leech #jade leech #twst fic #if you have constructive criticism for my writing I would love to hear it!#couldn't help making some Beauty and the Beast and Little Mermaid references :)

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