mother. wife. designer. queen.

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wickdcores·:

‘   um,   okay,    sure,   ’   chad says,   even though he most definitely does not want to hold this screaming baby.    still,   he doesn’t stop his mom from passing ella into his arms for the first time  —  he’d refused every other time ella had asked him,   either too bitter or simply uninterested.    now,   however,   he’ll blame it on him being sleep deprived;   he’s unable to make rational decisions.    chloe continues to cry as she’s shifted into chad’s arms,   and for a moment he simply stares in horror as he tries to think of what to do.    that’s when he remembers what his mom said  —   rock,  rock,   rock the boat.    chad begins humming the song somewhat desperately as he rocks her back and forth gently.    ‘    come on,   baby,   stop crying.   this was like,   my favourite dance when i was your age  —  well,   not your age,    ‘cause nobody lets a baby get on the dance floor unless they can walk but,   like,    after that.    rock,  rock,   rock the boat…   yeah,   you’re getting it…   i mean,   not really ‘cause you’re like boneless or whatever and you have to grow them still,   but like,    we can pretend.   you’ll be dancing in no time…   ’

boneless? like a chicken wing? well, chad’s not entirely wrong, so long as he doesn’t try to dip chloe in barbecue sauce.  and when he talks about how this was his favorite dance as a baby, ella can’t help but feel a twinge of nostalgia. chad was an adorable baby, as much as chloe is now, and, surprisingly, much quieter. ‘that’s good, darling,’ she smiles, feeling a yawn coming on. ‘see? she’s calming down already.’ indeed, chloe had stopped full-on crying and was now just gurgling indignantly, as if she were confused by her brother’s presence and was trying to say, ‘who in the heck is this?’ ‘she’ll be asleep in no time,’ ella assures chad, as well as herself. 

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wickdcores·:

truth be told,   he’d come into the wrong room.   he’d been looking for the bathroom,   his hair messy and his blue hues sleepy eyed,   because his life ruiner of a sister insisted on screaming enough to wake him up.    the last thing he wanted was to have to actually deal with her,   and in fact,   he’d just been about to turn around swiftly in the hope that ella hadn’t seen him.   but his mom definitely did see him and she looks kinda rough;   he gets the feeling that her question isn’t really one he can back down from.   chad sighs as he crosses the threshold of the room,   grimacing a little as he gazes upon her  —  he can’t help it.   she’s pink in the face from crying and she’s got chubby limbs.    ‘   rocking her?   ’    he gently pokes chloe in the cheek as if that might stop her from screaming,   but it does nothing.    ‘   i,   um…   like rock the boat?   ’   or like a salt shaker?   no,    definitely like rock the boat.   ‘   sure.   yeah,   i can rock it.   her.   i mean…   not it.   her.   ’

admittedly, ella knows that chloe isn’t chad’s favorite person, but there was no changing the fact that she was his little sister and she was here to stay. besides, she’d take help from just about anybody at this point, even one with very little baby experience- which aptly described chad. ‘yes, like the boat. see?’ she gently rocks chloe in her arms, even more gently than usual in order to get the message across. ‘nice and easy, just like this. she likes it! even if she’s crying.’ she stopped rocking and began to reach out to chad with the baby in her arms. ‘ready to try?’ 

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Chloe Charming was a beautiful baby, all angelic golden curls and delightfully chubby cheeks- but heavens above, the child would not sleep! Ella was at her wit’s end trying to rock the baby to sleep, singing to her, changing her diaper, feeding her bottle after bottle...nothing seemed to work. At the moment, Ella was in a frayed blue bathrobe with her hair in a messy bun, cooing to Chloe, ‘Come now, dear, let Mommy go to sleep- I mean, get yourself to sleep.” She noticed Chad walk in then, and was relieved to possibly have some assistance. “Chad, you’re here! Thank goodness. Your father’s in a meeting, and Chloe is...” she paused, not knowing how to describe her baby’s behavior. “Chloe is having a little trouble sleeping. Want to try rocking her?”/ft.  @wickdcores​

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Queen Ella! We're with Snow Stories; we'd love to know if you're planning on having your newborn christened and, if so, any chance we'd get an early reveal at God parents - or even fairy godmothers?

ella perks up at the mention of snow’s stories- how refreshing to have the kinder of the two publications in auradon ask her a question for once. ‘as a matter of fact,’ says ella, ‘we are on the hunt for a fairy godmother for chloe at the moment. if anyone knows of one who would be suitable, i’d like them to please let me know. i need someone who will look after my new daughter the way my own fairy godmother looked after me.’ 

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Queen 'Ella! Do you think you love Prince Chard and your new bundle of joy more than dear ole' Heather? What with them being blood and all? Is your husband listening to growing concerns that Charming blood will no longer be sovereign over Cinderellasburg?!

ella is deeply offended by the idea that she could ever love any of her children better than any other, but she responds coolly. ‘i love all my children equally, as i’ve said before. heather is going to be a fine queen, and as far as i’m concerned, she has as much charming blood as chloe and chad, adopted or not. she is a charming through and through.’ 

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pandora

          pandora would admit,   that she had let her anger get the best of her.   the letter she had so meticulously handwritten was on the bout of her dinner with chad.   and thus,   she had requested an audience with ella,   determining the fact she was not letting anything continue like this.   chad had asked jane to wipe him off the face of the earth,   for hades’ sake   !   “   mm.   i ain’t here on pleasantries,   you likely already picked that up.   and i’m more of a coffee person,   but thank you…   your majesty.   “   she cannot help it,   the sarcastic drawl of the title.   she had a superiority complex,   and didn’t hold much respect for royals despite them running the city in which she lived.   she pauses,   taking a seat in the chair opposite.   for the sake that ella was pregnant,   maybe she could take it a little easier than she would normally. 

“   i’m here about chad.   you know,   your son   ?   the one that didn’t feel welcome in his own home that i had to house him.   “   she crosses her arms over her chest.   chad might have moved back home now,   but ella had been busy that they were only just getting to this meeting.   “   but,   that’s not the main issue i have.   he doesn’t want to be in the knights,   and you’ve embarrassed him thus far in removing his title,   and putting him in a position where he feels like he has no other choice but try and make you happy.   it ain’t your life,   darling.   it isn’t like you’re gonna retire soon,   since you gotta train a new heir now and all that.   i think you shoulda given him more time.   now he’s gonna spend the rest of his life not doin’ things he enjoys.  you wanted that for him   ?   “

ella says nothing, for she has nothing to say. she knows she’s screwed up big time as a mother, not just by spoiling chad into the dull, bratty boy he was today, a boy she loved but at times wished could be different, but by punishing him so harshly and impulsively. she considers sitting there in silence, letting the anger in both of them boil over like a pot full of water on a stove, but instead she says, ‘i’m a bad mother. and i have been for a long time now. i know that’s what you believe, what everyone believes, and it’s what i deserve to hear. no, i don’t ask for your pity, not for this situation nor for my own cruel upbringing. that is, i will say, why it all happened like this. i gave chad everything that i never had as a child, then thought it would be beneficial to him to take it all away so suddenly. so yes, this is all my fault. should chad ever try to hurt himself, that will also be my fault. his unhappiness is the bed in which i must lie. and for some bloody reason, i thought months ago i was capable of bringing another life into this world. i’m not, obviously. would you like some coffee?’

[simpl-beautiful]

[cindermama]

The Royal House of Charming announce the newest addition to their family:

Princess Chloe Eloise Charming 

The princess and her mother, Queen Cinderella, are recovering beautifully. Father King Henry, brother Prince Chadwick, and sister Princess Heather are all ecstatic about the newborn’s arrival. 

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heirthrones·:

     belle can’t help but grin at the sight of her friend. she always loves seeing everyone’s formal looks, and ella is definitely glowing. ‘hi! thank you for coming!’ she returns ella’s hug. ‘oh, thank you! everyone worked really hard, including you and evie on this beautiful dress! you look stunning as well! when are you due again?’ 

‘i wouldn’t have missed it for the world!’ ella says sincerely. she’s grateful for the compliment, proud of evie’s and her own worl. ‘thank you! but really, it wouldn’t look half as good on anyone but you.’ rubbing her own belly maternally, she answers ‘very soon! less than a month, now.’ 

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captain hook

perhaps cinderella’s discomfort should be have been signal enough for hook to realise that he should stop,   but if anything,   cinderella’s words make him want to get out with it more.   he merely nods,   buying himself a few short seconds’ worth of pause,   before he thinks of the perfect thing to say.    ‘    aye,   well,   who better tae calm ye than family,   ay?   ’   hook turns from observing the dancers to look back at cinderelly,   and he fixes her with a charming grin of his own.    ‘   figured now’s a prime time tae meet me cousin after all these years.   ‘a know it ain’t by blood,   but…   ’    hook leans towards her,   snaking an arm around the back of cinderella’s seat,   but he won’t dare touch her.   he knows his boundaries.   ‘   if ye had tae experience lady tremaine as a stepma and ‘a had tae experience her as an aunt,   surely that’s somethin’ that bonds our families together.   nay?   ’     oh,   he’s trying so hard not to burst into laughter…

ella shifts a bit in her seat as hook grows closer to her, trying not to show it in order to stay polite, but hey, everyone has their boundaries. as her discomfort grows, she almost misses the words coming out of the pirate’s mouth, until they rock her out of her daze. ‘i’m sorry, did you say cousin?’ the cogs in her mind begin to turn- lady tremaine had mentioned her sister...what was her name? cinderella couldn’t remember, but she did remember her stepmother mentioning her spending life on the sea ‘like some wicked maritime bohemian.’ ‘oh goodness,’ cinderella whispers, ‘that must mean we’re-’ she interrupts herself with a cry of pain. her contractions have begun. 

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Queen Cinderella! You're looking absolutely divine. We have to ask, what part of the gala are you most looking forward to tonight?

‘thank you very much!’ ella beams, admittedly proud of her clever design, which allows her to be glamorous and comfortable. ‘i’m just looking forward to seeing friend from all over auradon, including the hostess herself. she’s wearing a design collaborated upon by myself and evie, and i must say, she looks incredible in it!’ 

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Ella! Cinderella, over here! How are things with Prince Chad? What do you think of his look for the ball? Is this way of rebelling? Auradon wants answers!

turning her attention to the reporter, ella simply smiles warmly. ‘chad and i are on much better terms now, and personally, i like his look, therefore it wouldn’t do much in the way of rebellion. he has a sense of style all his own, much like his father.’ 

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captain hook

‘    aye,   ‘a am,   ’    hook nods in agreement,   sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed  —  more out of observance than anything else.    he watches the dancers dancing and the socialites and nobility mingling.    if you’d told him a few years ago he’d be attending a ball at the de bourbon palace with cinderella by his side,   he’d have laughed…   and then threatened you with his hook.    it feels strange to be here,   but not bad.    hook supposes he’s just glad to have his freedom back,    and as much as he nags at his children,    he’s glad to see them having a good time.    ‘    you,   oan the other hand,   seem tae not be enjoyin’ yerself.   ’    he has to stop himself from saying regrettin’ not havin’ king charmin’ wrap his willy?    he remembers all his teachings in auradon;   no matter how much the royal families have scorned his own,   he remembers that bearded teacher with the cane whenever hook would say something out of line.    ‘    maybe y’need somethin’ stronger than water.   ’    stronger as in a revelation of family,   perhaps… 

‘i’m, er, fine. really.’ no, she’s not. but if there’s anyone who’s going to make ella’s situation worse, it’s most likely hook. not that ella dislikes him- well, it’s a little bit that. to be fair, ella doesn’t have much experience with pirates, and she’s not exactly in the right physical state to learn about them now. sipping her water, trying not to guzzle it, she says, ‘i suppose all the excitement of the ball is getting to me. so long as i’m able to calm myself, i should be alright.’ something tells her, though, that captain hook’s goal is not to calm her down...

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wickdcores·:

hook spots her sitting like the children in the chat on the telephone box had said,   and he can’t help the smirk that slips onto his lips at the sight of cinderella.   she’s unmistakable:   he’s seen her on television plenty of times before,   and nobody else is as heavily pregnant as she is.   hook begins to make his way over but stops midway at the bar;   he’ll ensure to get two drinks,  a glass of water and another rum for him,   to perhaps seem a little less daunting.   he might be mischievous,   but he’s not evil.    it’s only then that hook approaches from the side,   sitting down in the empty chairs lining the walls of the ballroom,   and he leans in towards the queen a little as he offers her the water.    ‘    queen ella,   is it?   ’    hook near-teases,   reaching over to gently bring the back of his hand to his lips.    ‘    captain james hook.    and might ‘a say…     what a sight ye are tonight,   yer majesty.   ’    FT.   @cindermama·

sweating more than she had anticipated tonight and with an unbearably achy back, ella has been dabbing at herself with tissues in her purse and sitting uncomfortably in a tiny chair. she remembers this feeling from her last, difficult pregnancy with chad- the exact feeling she had as she began to enter labor. it’s before her due date, though, and there’s always the possibility it’s false labor. for now, she’s going to try to steady herself, keep calm, and hope the feeling passes, so as not to cause a scene and make things worse. she gratefully takes a water from whom she assumes at first, without looking, is a server, only to nearly jump out of her skin upon the realization that it’s- ‘captain hook!’ she gasps. ‘er, thank you. enjoying the ball?’ 

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as big as her belly has grown, and as awkward as she now feels in high heels with her swollen feet, ella can’t help but be excited to arrive at the charity ball. she wears a flowy, silvery blue gown, nice and loose around her tummy, and practical gray pumps. her hair is up in a chignon, and her makeup is simple yet elegant. before she can sit down, first thing’s first: ella must greet her hostess. ‘belle, you’ve really outdone yourself this time!’ she says as she hugs her dear friend. ‘the castle looks stunning. you look stunning.’/ @heirthrones​

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evie

she exhales and sighs.  “ good, i’m glad.  and, maybe both? ”  she nervously tucks a hair behind her ear.  “ honestly, we weren’t exactly big tea drinkers back on the isle.  i always wanted to be, but that wasn’t a popular activity there and i guess i haven’t even had the time since i’ve gotten to auradon.  that probably sounds a little pathetic. ”

she laughs it off and smiles again.  “ i hope so.  i know i’ve got dizzy under my wing and she’s so incredibly talented, but i’ve got to be honest, i did come for another reason. ”  she swallows and bows her head.  “ i was wondering if, for the charity gala, you wanted to work together to create everyone’s looks.  i know it’s a lot of work, even with the few projects i’ve got lined up, but i thought that maybe together, we could make it work. ”

‘it doesn’t sound pathetic. believe me, i understand.’ ella hesitates to tell her own sob story for a moment, but decides it could help her and evie bond. puring sugar and cream into her guest’s tea, she says, ‘lady tremaine and my stepsisters would always have tea parties to which i wasn’t invited. sometimes jaq or gus would steal me a petit four from their table, but other than that, i could only long to share tea with a child of my own someday. so i do with heather and chad, and i will with the baby...and now i am with you.’ 

putting down her teacup in surprise, ella nearly squeals with delight. ‘evie, i’d be honored! i believe we could make it work as well, and in fact, i already have a project we could work on together.’ conveniently, ella has her sketchbook with her, and opens it towards the page displaying her idea for queen belle’s gown. ‘i wanted to make my friend, queen belle, a rose-inspired gown. do you think you’d be interested in working on that?’ 

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cinderella was not looking forward to her next visitor. pandora had requested a personal visit with her, and from the sound of it, she was not going to say anything nice or pleasant. that didn’t mean ella couldn’t be courteous, though, so she simply placed the tea set on the table and waited. the baby she was carrying started kicking, and now each hard thump only made ella more anxious. ‘it’ll be alright,’ she said aloud to the baby, as well as herself. when pandora arrived, ella managed to put on a thin smile. ‘how nice to see you, pandora,’ she lied, ‘would you like some tea?’ 

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belle

     ‘you’re right. this will be the perfect time to mix it up.’ she lights up at the thought of a rose inspired dress. ‘i highly doubt the media will let anyone forget about the roses. that’s a wonderful idea! i can imagine it now: it’ll be so beautiful!’

‘i think so, too!’ ella agrees, so happy that her dear friend is as enthusiastic about the idea as she is. immediately, she pulls out her favorite pen and sketchbook and begins to whip up a rough sketch. ‘it’ll be a wonderfully deep red, one that’ll compliment your dark hair. and it’ll have folds and curves the way a rose does. there! what do you think?’