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bruce had to frown. this was the beast? obviously his coat had been shaved and he’d been put through the ring one too many times of royal shows. he scoffed. “wow, you know, meeting you i thought i would have been impressed but i guess whatever obedient school good ol’ belle sent you to really turned you into a good boy now didn’t it?” he chuckled, revisiting the hard feeling of throwing up to be swallowed back down. “my story? oh, that is the richest pot of bullshit i have heard yet! im the son of hades what fucking story do i get other than being stuck back down in the underworld? nothing! you said you didn’t get help with your story? all you had to do was sit on your ass acting like a dick until belle came around and did all the fucking work.” he knew the stories…his own father’s was a failure and look at him now. “take your gummy bear version of a fairy tail and shove it up your ass.” 

Adam is in shock by all the boy says. It’s obvious he holds anger deep inside himself and perhaps a bit of shame as Adam once did. He can’t imagine that this boy finds any happiness outside of the self loathing he seems to have - yet despite his harsh words Adam can’t help but feel sorry for the kid. And want to help him, no matter what. 

‘You know you’d be wise not to speak on others love stories.’ He states grandly, folding his arms over his broad chest. ‘Belle was a big part in my story, that is true and without her I would probably still be the Beast but what you don’t realize is that being the beast took too much energy and anger. I was long since burned out and hating myself deep down. The beast is no one to be impressed by as we all have one inside of us and they are made of the worst parts of ourselves.’ 

He smiles, satisfied with his answer before continuing. ‘As for your story - you do have the power to choose where you go. If you do not wish to be in the underworld, than leave. Your father will be just fine.’ 

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Archer headed into the school's gym, thinking no one would be in so early in the morning. He headed over to the padded floor, starting to go through his usual workout routine. Living with his mother meant that he was always partaking in some sort of physical activity, and he wasn't going to break the habit now. He heard the gym door open and just ignored it, focusing on his repetitions.

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The boy almost lived in the gym these days. If he wasn’t out with his friends at a bar he was in the gym, doing sets and keeping his body in shape. James P. Sullivan, his father, had been very intent on keeping in shape even when they were monsters and JC prides himself on the way his human body looks. 

So, when he woke up that morning he had decided to come - not realizing his friend would be there also. Walking in the boy laughs watching as the other works out - ‘Well look what the monster cat dragged in!’ He exclaims as he makes his way to his friend, watching carefully. 

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Azalea gives a very obvious and very overdramatized roll of her eyes. It shouldn’t have been difficult for anyone to see the disdain on her face, but she wanted to really drive it home. Typical, she thought to herself, to which she then questioned why she hadn’t said such a thing out loud. “Typical…” she sighed, “I assume it involved biology or toxicology or some form of botany.” 

The boy throws his hands up at her obvious hatred of his previous plans - warding away any bad vibes. ‘Hey hey don’t judge - maybe if you spent more time out of the library you’d be more ...’ He pauses searching for the right word, ‘fun.’ He nods happy he got the right word and throwing a crooked grin at her. ‘It definitely involved some toxic chemicals.’ He nods as if he were truly studying and not getting drunk - ‘I was sick for a whole day after!’ 

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“To be fair, I don’t think I’m supposed to use my magic to do the dirty work for me,” Nora shrugged as a slight pink blush came across her human face, “I’m Nora-” she paused for a moment as she reached to grab Elena’s hand, questioning herself once again if revealing her last name would give any indication of her rugged, imperfect true appearance, “-Skellington… I’m a witch from The Town of Halloween…” she cleared her throat as she looked back at her work-in-progress, “Hence the… spooky theming here.”

Elena laughs, shaking her head. ‘No, but I’ll keep your secret.’ She promises with a wink, shaking the girl’s hand once firmly before dropping her own hand and stepping back. ‘It is pretty though - even if it is against the rules.’ She turns her attention to the rest of what the girl is saying, smiling broadly. ‘That sounds awesome. I’ve heard of Halloween Town from my mom, but not really much about it.’ She shrugs, there were a lot of countries and it was hard to keep up with everything. ‘Spooky is good though, keeps things interesting. Besides I love halloween.’ 

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&&.            the weather was beautiful . . so beautiful that belle had decided to spend the day on the lawn with a few books ( if you wanted to call five or six large books a few . . ) and a picnic basket of snacks to keep her hunger low through the day. as she picked up the first novel she opened the hard cover, carefully to not bend the binder. within an hour she was placing the book down, completely finished. just as she opened the second book . . she heard the familiar voice making her smile. “ it was beautiful before . . but the view now is quite breathtaking “ she grinned as she called back out to her husband. 

he doesn’t see her at first, yet when he hears her voice he knows exactly who it is. he would know that voice anywhere, anytime. with a broad smile on his face he turns to it eagerly, drinking in the sight of her - his beautiful wife in her natural habitat. ‘I dare say my view is better, Queen Belle.’ He bows grandly at her before moving to sit next to her on the grass peering over her books. ‘What do we have with us today?’

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“Good enough for…? Amy, you’re insane if you think you’re not good enough for me-good enough for anyone! Anyone would be lucky to have you, especially including me!” He wasn’t sure he was able to convey the point well enough for her to believe it, but he wasn’t worried; he had plenty of time to convince her.

He was her first kiss. She was his. Well, that worked out great. “I hadn’t even thought about the play that way,” he admitted. “Well, not Sleeping Beauty, anyway. I um…” He chuckled nervously as he explained “I only um… I only auditioned for the plays to get to be your Flynn Rider, but it didn’t work out that way.” He then shrugged, his smile returning full force. “Guess it didn’t matter that much, huh?”

She blushes at his strong words - wondering how she could have gotten so lucky. After all, Niki was her best friend and now here she was with him - in this beautiful situation. ‘You’re so silly, Nik.’ She says breathlessly, too embarrassed to respond fully. She didn’t see herself the way he supposedly did - in her brain she was fumbling and awkward, a bit of a silly girl with not much in her head. At least, that’s what she always believed herself to be. But when he looked at her like that...

well, it took her breath away.

The realization of why he auditioned makes her laugh and she splashes him lightly. ‘Well you should have just said that!’ She laughs, ‘I could have been kissing you this whole time - not under the pretense of some silly play.’ She teases, wondering how different things could have been. ‘I’ll have to admit I was a bit jealous when I found out you’d be someone else’s prince .. even for the night.’ 

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Niki was so focused on trying to get this right that he hadn’t heard the other prince approach. Thank god it wasn’t a real sword in his hand because he dropped it in surprise and only narrowly escaped dropping it on his foot.  He chuckled awkwardly as he looked up, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Some help would be appreciated, actually, Harlow, thank you,” he said before realizing his potential mistake. “Or do you prefer I call you Prince?”

The fumbling makes Harlow choke back a laugh. He had been trained on proper sword handling and knew that it was dangerous for the boy to drop the sword. However, he looked so helpless that the prince couldn’t bring himself to scold him like his father had when he was young. 

‘Oh please don’t call me prince.’ He rushes to assure the boy, balking at the idea of being called a title in such an easy setting. Holding out his hand he glances at the sword. ‘Do you mind if I hold yours? I don’t bring mine with me much.’ 

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When he touches her hand, all she feels is electricity, and she can’t help but look down at it. She took a deep breath, building up all of her courage to reach out and place her hand in his fully. It was warm, and for now, she was happy she did it. That is, she was happy until and unless he pulled away; then she wouldn’t be able to handle the embarrassment or the rejection.

His words basically melt her heart, then causes it to reform and pick up speed. She had always dreamed of finding love at first sight while she was here, but she thought it was just that, a dream. And yet not only had she seemed to find it, but he seemed to want the same thing, appeared to be on the same page. “Harlow, I know we haven’t know each other long, but…” she started, feeling her cheeks already start to heat up. “…I just want to say I think you’re wonderful, and I’m really glad I met you and I’m having a lot of fun getting to know you.”

When her hand moves into his own he feels his heart get struck with what seems like lightening. It was all he could do to control himself, to not pull her into his arms or kiss her right then. But, he had told himself to take things slow - to ease into this instead of tumbling head first. A bit of a wasted effort, really, considering how gone he already was for her.

Her words only go straight to his head, furthering his happiness and he squeezes her hand as she talks, hanging on to every word. ‘I’m really glad I met you too.’ He says when she’s finished, wanting to stroke her cheek but holding himself back yet again. He’s never sure how far to take it, even if he wants to. ‘It might sound strange but I want to know everything about you that I can - anything that I can.’ 

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Jia couldn’t help but have a flash of a certain face in her head at the word ‘perfect,’ but she did her best to focus on this conversation; this wasn’t about her. But then, the question was about her, so she bit her lip and smiled with a nod. “Yes, I have,” she agreed. “I understand why you fell now.” A little joke popped into her head and she couldn’t help herself. “Looks like you’ve literally fallen for him.”

Amelise giggles, patting the other on the shoulder in mute sympathy. Nodding along the princess eventually beams at the girl - ‘ It seems as if we are both in deep.’ She admits to her, giggling again. ‘Oh quite. He’s magical, but I’m sure you can understand if you’ve fallen for someone yourself.’ She brightens even more as a thought occurs to her - ‘ Perhaps we can be friends!’ 

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She gave him a little wave of her hand in greeting before holding up the red cover of her book so he could read the words ‘Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock’ written in white. “Picked it up from the library at random from the Young Adult section,” she said, perking up a bit like she always did when discussing literature. “It has probably the most gripping first line I’ve ever read from YA, I haven’t put it down since.”

She looks just like her mother . It was something that rang true in his head almost every time he was around his daughter. They were both so peculiar yet so intriguing and unique. He was consistently amazed by his children, despite never quite admitting it. ‘I’ve never heard of that one. Although I do like old westerns the best.’ He chuckles, noting the light in her eyes and grinning because of it. ‘What is it about?’ He settles in next to her, drawing his legs underneath him. 

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Chris Pine as  Nicholas Devereaux in The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement

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Anne Hathaway & Chris Pine on the set of The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004)

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Running to where ever she needed to go and quite frankly she honestly forgot where she had to go so she was just running after so she just decided to run if cloths that aren’t meant for running but here we are. She felt something on her shoulder and turn around “Oh hey Harlow, you gave me a spook” she said to him 

Harlow laughs giving her a side-armed hug. ‘I didn’t mean to scare you, momma.’ He tells her, still happy to see her. ‘When did you get in? I didn’t realize you were teaching this year.’ 

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Hades frowned. He didn’t like the way she seemed to be accusing him. “…Alright, so you did your homework. Whaddya want, a gold star?” 

Of course, it’d be nice if the thing people knew about him wasn’t the story of his greatest failure.

“Still. I don’t buy this whole ‘fourteen-year-old-princess stole my right’ thing. Everyone says it was vanity. Plain and simple. She was already Queen – people literally call her The Evil Queen. The heck did she have to complain about?”

Her nose crinkles at his answer, stunning her into silence for just a moment. Which was rare, Elena almost always had something to say. But after a moment she simply pushes on, ignoring the sting from her first non-compliment from an adult around here.

‘ Because Snow tried and succeeded to take everything from us!’ She almost yells, fighting to keep her voice down, face flushed. ‘Now my mother and I are labeled as villains when all we wanted was to keep our crown. Something you should understand.’  Besides, vanity wasn’t all bad right? Not that she’d say that out loud - for fear of what he’d have to say next.

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Jacques shot her a look, skeptical about her claims. He was hardly the perfect, shining example of how a ‘born and bred prince’ should act. And he’d most certainly looked stupid at moments when he’d lost his temper – especially if those moments happened in public. Still, he supposed some part of him could appreciate what she was trying to do.

“Oh, I may, huh? I guess we’re doing this…” He let out a sigh, flipping his script to the right page. Swallowing the last bit of hesitation or dread, he finally started.

“Is this…hair?”

She nods, grinning at the boy as he starts and launching into her lines as well - happily playing off of whatever he gave her. They were there for a while, throwing lines back and forth - the girl stopping them when she felt something needed to be redone. By the time they finished she was sweating from running across the stage trying to imagine everything.

‘ I think we can call it a wrap.’ She laughs, twirling in place before coming to rest beside him and patting his shoulder gently. ‘ You know you are quite good at this - no matter what you may think.’ 

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the words really did seem so foreign to him before this world bruce would be lucky to get anything over a dim glow in the underworld. but the older man’s words almost made bruce want to choke. “who says i’m down? perhaps i don’t see the natural schedule of the sun coming up is any different then what it does every single day.” he then followed the look of the man’s gaze over the courtyard and laughed. “oh yes, nothing says happy to be alive quite like the sight of miserable, sleep deprived, and my guess…depressed from stress students all in one place.” he then took in a dramatically deep breath and pat the professor on the shoulder. “you’re right, it is a great day.” bruce joked. 

Adam stiffens, almost letting the boy have it before taking a deep breath. He has learned over the years - mostly with Belle’s help - how to mostly control his anger. mostly . ‘You should be grateful for every day that comes, that’s why I revel in each sunny day.’ He says gently, trying not to argue but unafraid to press his point - especially to a child ( in his mind any way ) with a bad attitude. ‘ The chance to learn at a prestigious academy is something to enjoy, despite the feelings it may bring out in others. Of course, it may seem tough now but once your story starts you will enjoy the learning you have received.’ He smiles fondly thinking of his own story - ‘ the rest of us did not have quite as much help with our stories.’ 

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“…Hilarious.” Jacques grit his teeth. He wanted nothing more than to tell Harlow exactly how hilarious he found the joke to be. One look around at the people convinced him to keep his cool. Mostly.

“…If you did what your parents told you…you wouldn’t be here?” he said, not out of an interest in the other’s life, but confusion. “They didn’t want you at a school event? Mingling, socializing, keeping up relations with your country’s allies? You yourself even admitted the reason you’re talking to me is polite necessity…supposedly.”

Harlow sighs, wondering how much he should tell the other. It was clear that he had already misspoke and he wondered how much telling him would give him in advantage over the conversation.

But then again, it was so hard not to talk to anyone.

‘I brought a girl.’ He admits, looking back towards the crowd where he knew she was waiting. A girl he could see himself falling in love with, making a story with. ‘But she’s not the girl my parents have planned for me.’ Not that he knew who that would be - but he knew things were in motion and he was blatantly and publicly going against his parents tonight.