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♔ till queendom come ♔

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fairvercna‌:

       anya gaze jumps down to her own body before climbing back up towards her mother. she looks up at belle with a puzzled expression upon her delicately carved features. very clearly, she’s wondering what kind of help she could possibly offer in this situation. ❝ oh, yeah. absolutely—let me just go check my purse for my stilts..  ❞

“ah-ah, you work here, don’t you ?” belle’s eyebrows raise and she places her hands on her hips. “surely you know where they keep the stepping stools, or perhaps a ladder. that, my dear, is how you can help me. without sarcasm.”

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depaysemcnt‌:

❛ ◈    A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM. she repeated the phrase to herself as she searched the shelf for the title. “ah-ha !” rory exclaimed as she finally did. she read the title from the cover, which she then briefly observed before handing it to the queen. “and the award for the most pretentious title i’ve ever seen is..” she jokes but she really meant it. “it’s probably better you didn’t try. death by bookshelf isn’t a great way to go.” 

“it is rather pretentious, isn’t it ?” belle agrees, graciously accepting the play from the princess’ grasp. “an excellent tale, though. trouble-making faeries, romance..” the queen was moony eyed as she discussed the topics of the story, sighing dreamily. “i made the mistake of climbing a bookshelf back at  père robert’s shop in the village i’d grown up in and completely toppled the thing. quite the experience.”

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dandelionwines‌:

“yeah.” sahar scoffs. “i’m a regular dragon slayer.” she chuckles lightly and makes it a point not to roll her eyes as she hears belle’s maternal tone rear its head. she’s just grateful that isn’t a pretentious i’m a queen kind of voice. “i think jumping off would just make it crush me faster.” it takes a little creative maneuvering but eventually sahar is able to grab the book belle is after. “do you need anything else while i’m already up here ?” 

a bright smile lit up belle’s features once sahar had reached the book that she so desperately wanted to read. “oh, i don’t know about that -- if you jump far enough, i’m sure you could easily avoid a tumbling bookshelf.” was she speaking from experience ? absolutely. mischief sparkles in the queen’s hazel gaze, head tilting to the side as if she were pondering the princess’ question. “no, i don’t believe so. just that book, thank you.”

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dysphcrias‌:

          GAZING AT THE NOVEL IN question, he quickly glances towards his mother before leaning on the bookshelf it sat upon, just one level above his own head. it’s within arms reach for him, and he could easily hand it to her as he should. “are you certain you can’t reach it?” he teases, his dimple on full display with an amused grin, “it’s actually not that high up, mother.” noel steps off the shelf, an arm extending to grab the book she had gestured too; at least, he thinks this is the one she wanted. he isn’t too sure anymore. “intimacy & desire: awaken the passion in your relationship.” he gives the woman a puzzled look. “quoi dans le monde? is there something wrong between you and father?”

belle knew immediately that her son had, indeed, grabbed the wrong title. a sigh rose up in her chest, head shaking as he airs his question, light chuckles slipping from her pursing lips. “noel, my darling --” she gently shakes her head, once again pointing to the copy of the shakespearean play that she had intended for him to grab. “...you grabbed the wrong book.”

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wandcress‌:

“this,” lily says, finger motioning to the cup in front of her on the cafe table. in it ? a delicious cup of hot chocolate, with just a bit of cinnamon sprinkled on the top. the young faerie’s newest obsession. “is by far the best thing about this place. suddenly everything is justified,” she declares with subtle sarcasm.

pale green hues slide from his own shaking hands to the cup she was gesturing to, an absentminded nod following. “m’glad you like it,” he murmurs, his thoughts a million miles away, all centered around one person: ireland hook. alive, alive, alive. she was alive, and he had seen her with his own eyes. anyone who caught a glimpse of cassian hook right now could see that he was troubled. “justified..” he repeats back to lily, finally looking up at her for the first time since this visit had started. “i..” and just like that, the pirate crumbles, lurching forward to tuck his head into her side, hot tears streaming down his cheeks, staining her top.

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mythbiitch‌:

by now, sally’s explored the castle many, many times. every time she goes wandering around, she stumbles upon something new that intrigues her. today it’s the library — one of the darkest places in the home. she’s captivated by a novel she’s found ; that, combined with the roaring of the fire before her had completely covered jack’s entrance. sally’s eyes quickly leaps from the page as she hears her name. she’s slightly startled — but the surprise fades quickly. a moony smile soon replaces it. ❛ jack, ❜ she gently protests, shades of crimson filling her cheeks ( a sensation she isn’t yet used to ). she’s never been one for compliments but ones received from jack always made her bashful. sally chuckles as she slides the book closed, her chin slipping into the palm of her hand. and like always, she looks at him as though he single handedly puts the stars in the sky.  ❛ and where exactly have you been hiding all day ? ❜ 

jack’s expression warms under her loving gaze, a content sigh slipping from his parted lips. he reaches across the wooden table, tucking a strand of her auburn locks behind her ear, shoulders shrugging in answer to her question. “i just went into town for a few hours, is all. the Halloween decor that they put on display here is...quite mediocre. have you noticed ?” he asks her absentmindedly, still quite enchanted by the queen before him. how he’d gone so long without her by his side in every possible way, he knew not. he trails his fingers from her hair to her face, his thumb grazing along her rose tinted cheek. “have you been cooped up in here the entire day ?” it’s much easier to be with sally than with anybody else. with her, he didn’t have to try so hard to make such a spectacle of himself ( not that he minded the attention it brought him ). he could relax in her presence, comfortable with the knowledge that she has, and always will love him simply for who he is, and not for what he can do. “did you remember to eat something ?” he’d had to set up a reminder on that blasted little phone that they’d provided just so he’d know when to eat something, after so long of not having to worry about it.

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fairvercna‌:

        ❝ hi, welcome to the mad batter, ❞ ireland greets, her eyes never leaving the screen of the ipad that’s attached to the check out counter. she’s fixated on getting her practiced spiel correctly that she doesn’t notice the bomb that’s been dropped at her feet. ❝ my name is— ❞ remembering that she’s supposed to make eye contact with the customer, she finally looks up. as she locks eyes with her brother, her world seems to stop spinning. ❝ i—i— ❞ no, she can’t speak. nor can this actually be happening her mind is blank. ireland’s gaze races back down to the screen and she forces herself to continue, ❝ ireland. a-and our specials today are—❞

every word that came out of her mouth echoed in his head, syllables winding so tightly around his brain that he forgot how to breathe. his fists clench against the counter top, gaze searching hers intensely until she tears away, and that’s when he’s knees go weak. the prodigal pirate leans against the counter, using his upper body strength to keep himself from collapsing entirely when she introduces herself, lips parting to whisper “ireland..” just as she speaks it. “it’s--..” he didn’t know what to say. all these years of being told she was dead, and yet here she was, standing directly in front of him. his best friend, his little sister, whom he’d never once given up on, was right in front of him, looking about as distressed as he felt. “i knew you were alive.” cassian’s voice cracks on the last word, and his expression crumbles ever so slightly. God, please don’t let this be a dream.

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songsforanewworld‌:

her brow raised as she smirked. “didn’t realize you were so easily spooked,” bayou laughed. clearly someone wasn’t expecting to actually receive help in the store. “well, what are you looking at, hm?” she glanced around at the neighboring displays. “if you’re just looking around, you might as well check out the real flashy stuff. try on a fancy tux or overly expensive sneakers. you don’t gotta buy anything to make yourself feel good.” thankful, she did not have to make a sale today.

“i’m not easily spooked.” and he wasn’t. he just had to very opposite reactions to people sneaking up on him, but that’s what happens when you live your entire life as a pirate. you learn to fend for yourself in unconventional ways, that of which being constantly living in a state of fight or flight. “m’not too flashy of a guy,” he blatantly lies, suavely leaning against the wall beside him. “attention just...isn’t my thing.” another fat lie. 

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dandelionwines‌:

“humans call each other by such peculiar things.” cleo scoffs. she doesn’t and probably wouldn’t put together what old beanpole could mean. “why is it that you guys have him for again ? is he just there to complain and roll his eyes, or ?” she asks. a lackluster scowl appeared at adrian’s mention of her full name. she only ever hears it when she’s talking to someone who is old enough to be a dinosaur or if she’s being scolded. “try that again and i really will trip you !” cleo promises. “your broken heart will complement your broken jaw.” she talks in a purposefully sweet tone to offset her threat. cleo laughs as adrian is caught off guard and she uses her arms to cling on tightly so she won’t be dropped in the process. “you’re supposed to be paying attention !” 

“that we do, grumpy gills.” the nickname is awful and completely made up on the spot, but it still makes him laugh a bit. if there’s ever a day where adrian montague cannot even make himself laugh, then you’ll know the world has truly ended. “he’s been around longer than my dad has. i don’t even know what he does anymore,” he answers truthfully, tightening his hold around cleo’s legs to shift her up his back a bit to balance the weight. “hey ! leave my face out of this equation ! my jaw is perfectly fine the way it is, no breaking necessary, thank you very much !” he makes a noise that vaguely resembles a huff, combined with a bit of a whine. “i am paying attention ! i’m not my mother, though -- i don’t have eyes in the back of my head. how was i supposed to know you were launching an attack ?”

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dandelionwines‌:

“i personally think it would’ve been funny if the ice berg just hit him directly.” cleo thinks aloud with a shrug. “oh ! or, or, or- if he was the one who one who fell and hit the propeller. that would’ve been a much more exciting ending.”

her eyes widen at the possible alternate endings, jaw dropping. “that’s--” katia has to bite down on her lower lip to keep from laughing too loudly, head falling as she imagines the different outcomes that the younger princess offered up. “--that’s so morbid !” but entertaining, nonetheless.

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songsforanewworld‌:

“if you do, i’m waking you up for the finale. cause i’m not crying alone. not tonight,” anna joked. she squinted as she read the name. “the spirit of christmas.” in truth, she only picked it cause it had a handsome couple as the cover. upon further investigation, the small blurb had mentioned a handsome but cursed ghost, and didn’t that sound fun?

“that sounds like a deal,” katia nods in agreement, despite knowing full well that she was worse than any snow monster her cousin’s could conjure when woken up abruptly. “a christmas movie ? in october ?” she peeks up at anna with half open eyes, eyebrows raising slightly. “interesting choice.”

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wandcress‌:

with belle talking to another patron, she unknowingly makes it very easy for a certain someone to sneak up on her. ariel remains light on her toes as she creeps up behind the other queen, keeping as quiet as possible. once the other person gets the book for belle, ariel makes herself known by throwing her arms around her friend from behind. “surprise !!” she squeals, squeezing as tightly as she possibly can. “consider yourself ambushed, frenchie !!” 

there was a story, you see, behind anya laurent learning to use a book for a weapon, the main character of that story being the queen of france herself. belle gasps loudly in surprise, clutching tightly to the leather bound play as she swung it around, aiming to strike whoever it was that had sneaked up on her. luckily, ariel knew well enough when to duck. the queen narrows her eyes at her friend, forcing the building smile off of her lips. “ariel montague ! you frightened me !”

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mythbiitch‌:

with only a portion of her attention pulling down from their place in the clouds, sally’s first instinct is to tug on her wrist — with the intent to physically offer her arm in order for belle to reach what’s needed. but when it doesn’t budge, she snaps out of her distracted trance to find out the problem. it isn’t until her moony eyes settle on her own person that she remembers that she’s flesh and bone now. ❛ oh, right, ❜ sally chuckles. ❛ surely a day will come that i remember that won’t work. ❜ she takes a step back to examine the bookcase. sally cautiously presses her foot on the bottom shelf ; she tests it to see if it breaks. when it doesn’t, she looks to the woman standing beside her. ❛ perhaps if you climbed it.. ? ❜  

of all the royalty that belle has encountered upon the creation of the royal court, sally skellington and her husband, jack, were by far the most interesting. if possible, belle would sit for days and listen to what they had to say, especially after taking notice to how easily people seem to discredit their ideas. she watches in both wonder and confusion as the pumpkin queen attempts to tug at her own limb, curious as to why that would have helped in the slightest -- a question she would save for later. or, so she’d at least thought. as it so happened, fate worked in mysterious ways, presenting a clear opening for her to ask “what won’t work ? were you able to remove your body parts back where you came from ?” there was genuine interest in the unconventional queen’s bright gaze, the book completely forgotten for the time being. “i’m sorry if that’s too personal of a question, i just...i realized that i’ve not taken the time to properly get to know you.” she holds out a dainty hand, offering a gentle smile. “belle laurent, it’s nice to finally greet you outside of a formal setting.”

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dandelionwines‌:

“unless you’d like to use me as a stepping stool…” sahar jokingly suggestions as she shrugs. “i’m not entirely sure what i can do to help.” her hands rest on her hips as she looks up at the book. “not interested in anything on a lower shelf ?” she asks. after a couple moments more of observing the shelf, she decides to try climbing it herself. not very princess like but that’s nothing new for her.

well now, why hadn’t she thought of that ? the queen’s eyes widen in both shock and amazement as the princess of agrabah so willingly decides to climb the book case, a startled laugh sounding. “aren’t you a brave one,” she muses, though the mothering side of her is concerned for the girl’s safety. “do be careful, though. if the shelf feels like it’s going to tip, just jump off.”

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depaysemcnt‌:

❛ ◈    LUCKILY NORA WAS BLESSED with mile long legs. there are very few things in the world that she is unable to grab a hold off- thank you, kristoff. and anna- not that the height came from you. but thanks for being there. “uh, sure,” rory agreed, the book in her head making a loud thump nose as she closed it carelessly. she set it down on the table before making her way over to the queen. “which one do you want ?” 

the queen beams in gratitude, stepping aside so that she wasn’t directly in nora’s space. “just that copy of a midsummer night’s dream, please and thank you !” it had been quite some time since belle had read the play, and felt as though she were in dire need of a good laugh. there was something so ridiculous about the piece that brought her so much amusement each time she found herself lost in the pages. “i’d grab it myself but alas, the shelves don’t seem climbable.”

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songsforanewworld‌:

“oh, of course.” while anna was probably shorter than belle, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try to help. she looked around for something to use. she ended up picking a book from a lower shelf and started to poke the desire book with it. it took a bit of strain and a minute or two before the book came fell ( followed by some of it’s neighbors ). she looked down at the mess she made. “that worked! kind of…”

belle truly was a funny girl -- how could she have been dense enough to ask someone smaller than she to reach a book on the highest shelf of the case ? “maybe i should ask for a stoo--” before she could finish her sentence, her desired title and quite a few of the surrounding novels came tumbling to the ground. for only a moment, belle stared, until a soft giggle slipped from her sugar-glossed lips. “mon dieu, are you alright ?”

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Sally, I can’t believe I never realized that you-