Adam and Belle have been told for as long as they can remember that they would get married someday. Except, when they first met the hated each other. But when Belle returns Adam falls in love with the beautiful, bookish fiancee. Less than impressed by her intended, Belle decides that a life upon the high seas, chasing adventure as a pirate is far more appealing.
“Your Royal Highness, may I present the Princess Belle,
daughter of King Maurice and the late Queen Nicole, may she rest in peace”
Belle’s eyes narrowed as Prince Adam mumbled over the
customary words with the rest of the court. He too has lost his mother and she
would have thought that maybe this fact would have elicited sympathy, perhaps a
smile of fellow feeling. Instead he looks bored and mildly resentful. Although
only eight years old, she had heard stories of the young Princeling who was a
full two years older than herself from her lady in waiting Plumette. So far the
older woman had been proven correct; he was just as conceited and apathetic as
she’d said. However, she’d been taught better than to judge first appearances
and her future husband was meant to be as great a book lover as Belle herself.
So maybe they could be friends and work out how to be husband and wife
together. They weren’t to get married until Belle was eighteen at least, and
even then Papa had promised that if Belle did not fall in love with Adam, she
wouldn’t have to marry him. But the whole reason they were doing this is that
her Maman and the Prince’s, Queen Danielle had been close friends since
girlhood and it had been their wish that their children would fall in love and
join their kingdoms forever.
But given the way Adam was looking at her scathingly across
the throne room and taking a step back every time Monsieur Cogsworth wasn’t
looking, she was rather hoping she’d fall out of a tree or have an accident in
Papa’s laboratory and be confined to bed rest for this summer instead.
Directly opposite Belle, Prince Adam stood, trying in vain
to catch the eyes of Lumiere, his Maitre’D. Cogsworth wouldn’t help him, nor
Mrs. Potts who was the whole reason he was in this mess in the first place.
Since Father didn’t seem to notice much whether he was alive these days, she
had been the one to insist that Mama’s plan be brought to fruition. His father
had barely looked up before the agreement was out of his mouth (Adam wasn’t in
the room, but he can well imagine the scene) deeming it perfectly acceptable
parenting as well as good politics to get his son taken care of and a dynasty
in the running before Adam’s even grown.
It was a good job Mrs Potts was his favourite, he thought
darkly as he looked the Princess up and down. She was pretty, even he could see
that and one of the things he had heard during the staff’s lecture about being
gentlemanly, sitting up straight and the usual polite tripe he was expected to perform
whilst entertaining was that she liked books. That he and the Princess would
have such fun together. But it wasn’t like for the rest of the summers as long
as they both shall live she was going to be someone he could wrestle, hunt or
box with. None of the other Court ladies with their thick layers of powder and
rouge did that. Of course some of them couldn’t even read so for someone as
young as Belle, there was at least some degree of potential.
Instead of Lumiere’s eye or even Madame de Garderobe however,
he catches Mrs. Potts eye. Merde. He
knows what comes next but he hadn’t thought she’d been serious. Crossing the room and carefully avoiding the little
brunette’s face, he reached for her wrist and as quickly as humanly possible
brushed his lips against the back of her hand as he bowed to her.
Behind him, Adam heard a coo from the ladies and couldn’t
help but shudder.
Unable to resist, the Prince chanced a glance at his
betrothed, wondering if she would surprise them all and take a shot at him for
it. Instead, to his growing horror, she looked rather pleased by the whole
“Pleased to meet you, Prince Adam”
Merde. Double Merde.
Triple, quadruple merde.
“The pleasure is mine” he gets out from gritted teeth as
quickly as he can, forgetting the honorific in his hurry to get out of there.
He might catch hell for it later but Cogsworth’ll have to catch him first.
This was so not
his idea of fun. Unless, he could convince the little Princess to want nothing
to do with him…and then he could end this unsightly engagement business before
it properly began….
“I didn’t mean for
Prince Adam to fall down the stairs!” Belle insisted, oblivious to the dirty
looks said Prince was shooting her behind her back as one of the servants
carried him to his chambers. “We were sword-fighting is all” she explained to
Mrs. Potts who nodded kindly and replied that once Adam was resting they’d all
laugh about this over a nice cup of tea.
“Girls can’t sword-fight” he retorted, glaring down at
Belle. She’d done this on purpose he’d bet his life all because he’d blocked
her thrust like an expert.
“That’s not what Master Forel says”
“My sword master. Papa hired him for me after I said I
wanted to learn” Belle flashed a smile up at him, genuine and warm at the
mention of her father. Although it was normally Mrs. Potts, Lumiere or Belle’s
lady – Plumette – he thinks her name is, were the ones to chaperone their time
together, he saw King Maurice at mealtimes. The neighbouring King doted on his
little girl, always bending to kiss her cheek, or gather her up into his arms
to carry her into dinner. Adam’s father on the other hand reserved his smiles
for King Maurice and Belle, whose Kingdom had the best Navy and trade routes.
Even the man’s respect was strategic.
Belle gasped, evidently horrified by the insult. Good, thought Adam proudly, glad to have
won the argument. As he watched from Chapeau’s arms, Belle scrubbed hastily at
her cheeks, trying desperately not to cry. Huffing tearfully, she tore her hand
free from Mrs. Potts gentle grip, dipped a remarkably speedy curtsey to the staff and dashed back the way
they had come calling for her father.
“Prince Adam!” Mrs. Potts cried horrified. “Young man, the
minute you can walk you are to march yourself to the Princess’ apartments and
apologise for that appalling display, do I make myself clear?”
When Adam argued back that Belle was the one punished for
fibbing Mrs. Potts had thrown her hands up in the air and asked the Almighty to
save royals from themselves, before asking how Adam knew she was lying?
Adam could only shrug, watching baffled as Lumiere had
rolled his eyes skywards, Mrs. Potts turned on heel and sped after Belle and
even retiring Chapeau poked him by way of reprimand.
What had gotten into all of them?
Mrs Potts, on the other hand, was thanking her lucky stars
that Belle had found Plumette rather than Maurice. The last thing they needed
was this marriage to break down before the royal intended were out of the
nursery. The younger woman was kneeling in front of her little mistress,
hugging her and whispering soothingly.
Mrs Potts thinks longingly of the child she and Jehan have
been talking about having. But ever since dear Queen Danielle had passed,
Beatrice’s thoughts of her own family had been put on hold. She couldn’t leave
that sweet young lad to the mercy of his father. It was for this reason, as
well as out of respect for the two dead Queens, that she had fought tooth and
nail to have Belle come to the Castle. As that little interlude had exhibited,
the Prince was already feeling the loss of his mother. They couldn’t fail him
by letting his father twist him into someone just like him.
Rather, let him play and learn with someone who would give
as good as they got, who would not bow and scrape to him due to something so
small as the inferiority of their status. Sensing someone else approaching,
Plumette looks up and seeing who it is, raises her eyebrow in a silent
question. Nodding at Belle and shaking her head Mrs Potts mouths “Later” at the
other woman. If she’d thought Adam was clever, Belle was dizzying, just the
other day Mrs Potts had caught her in the nursery, fixing the Prince’s broken
mechanical horse and buggy, a clever toy two children could comfortably sit in,
that he’d accidentally driven into the wall weeks ago. She’d been about to
inform the little girl of the issue, even chide her in case there was an
accident with the cogs and gears when Belle had flicked the switch and the
little horse had given a musical whinny and started trotting along. Instead she puts on her cheeriest tone and
explains the incident away, as the Prince being in shock from the fall and
he’ll feel awful when he realises what he’s said in his pain.
Maybe, Mrs Potts thinks, just maybe if she wishes for it
hard enough, it’ll be true.
Adam doesn’t apologise, doesn’t even realise one of his
favourite toys is once again functional. The rest of June right through until
September, the two children ignore each other as much as possible. Still, they
are young, there is time yet to rescue the situation. Perhaps, the staff agree
with each other over their evening tea fortified with a splash of brandy, next
summer will be different.
A/N: Thank you for
the request! It was interesting to write, since I have the same problem. And when I
finally manage to fall asleep, even the slightest noise wakes me up, so I’m constantly
Xiumin - Sleepless nights with Minseok would be full of hugs and
cuddles because he just wouldn’t want to let you out of his arms – you would
get to be treated like royalty. Firstly,
he’d fix you a large mug of delicious hot chocolate with marshmallows. He would then wrap a fluffy blanket around both of you and cuddle with you on the couch while
playing your favorite movie on TV. While the movie is still on, you’d find yourself
falling asleep quite easily - just being in your boyfriend’s strong embrace is enough.
Luhan - This one is as dead as a doornail when asleep, so
better start finding something else to occupy yourself. However, he’d probably
wake up in the middle of the night to drink a glass of water and almost have a
heart attack upon finding you sitting in the living room, playing one of his
favorite video games with Mr. Cat curled up in a ball next to you. He’d sit
next to you and ask what’s wrong and when you tell him, he’d take a moment to
process your words since he’d be still very sleepy and then calmly take the
other controller in his hands.
prepare to lose.”
Neither of you would actually end up greeting the morning - you’d be wrapped up tightly in each other’s arms, sound asleep.
Kris - Making Yifan keep you company during sleepless night probably
wouldn’t be such a good idea. It would start fine, with him telling you funny
stories from behind the scenes of his
movies. But that would somehow lead to him starting to ask really weird
questions (“Why does the word
‘monosyllabic’ have five syllables?”, “If
poison gets past its expiration date, is it more or less toxic?”). As
if that mess wasn’t enough, it would be quickly followed by deep life lessons
and no matter how many times you’ve told him you don’t want to listen to those
things, he wouldn’t stop telling them.
“You know, baobei, I
truly think that, if people were busy improving themselves, they wouldn’t have
time to criticize others. Isn’t life so cruel?”
You’d end up forcing yourself into sleep so that you wouldn’t
be able to listen to him.
Suho - This sweetheart is very considerate and wouldn’t mind staying
up late with you if you couldn’t sleep, despite his exhaustion. When he asks
you what you wanted to do instead, you’d bring him a book you had bought once,
but never found time to read. In the end, you’d be resting your head onto his
chest as he read the book out loud, making you giggle by changing his voice
every time so it could suit different characters. By the time he finished the fifth
chapter, he’d be so engrossed into the story and would fail to notice you had fallen
asleep a long time ago.
Lay - There’s a high possibility that Yixing would be up late as
well, a pen settled between his teeth as he moved his fingers smoothly over the
piano keys. When you sit beside him on the bench, placing your head on his
shoulder, and murmur that you have trouble falling asleep, he’d turn around and
ask you if you wanted to help him with his song, to which you’d agree. After
many hours of repeating the same tune and lots of new lyrics ideas, with
take-out boxes scattered across the room, he’d be ecstatic about having the
song done, especially with you helping him. Then he’d realize you had fallen
asleep with your head still resting on his shoulder. He would smile and slowly
move his head so that he could kiss your forehead without waking you up.
“Sleep well, baobei.
And thank you.”
Baekhyun - He’d get up in the middle of the night to drink some water and
let out a scream after seeing you curled up in front of your laptop, watching
some show, but clearly not fully concentrated on it. He would ask you what you’re
doing up in such an inappropriate time and you would explain, asking him
afterwards to stay with you for a little bit and help you fall asleep. At first
he’d whine and pout like a big baby he is, saying that he’s tired and needs rest,
but after lots of persuading and possibly a kick from you, he’d unwillingly
agree. Later on, he’d try everything – he’d crack jokes, act, do aegyo, sing
every single song he manages to remember, but everything would be in vain, only managing to leave him extremely annoyed.
“What do you mean,
it’s not working?! Forget everything! I’ll just lay here and cuddle this
Chen - He’d crack a joke in attempt to keep your mind off exhaustion (“You can’t sleep because I
refused to give you cuddles, right?”), but when you respond with a simple death
glare in his direction, his grin would drop and he’d quickly motion you to come
closer to him and lay on his chest. Of course, when it’s Jongdae, cuddles are
pointless without singing! He’d learn all of your favorite foreign songs and
sing them to you, making you laugh at his pronunciation errors. When you
finally start dozing off, he wouldn’t be able to resist mocking you, even if it
would bring him a few flicks in the forehead.
“Wow, jagiya, you
really can’t seem to fall asleep without being in my embrace!”
Chanyeol - Chanyeol would also be up late composing, so
when you approach him and say you can’t sleep, he’d decide to finally take a
small break. He is a very romantic person, so expect something really cute, like
building a blanket fort! He’d take his guitar and softly strum its strings,
creating a beautiful melody to match his voice serenading you a song about
eternal love. After he finishes singing, he’d confess that he wrote that song
especially for you. To make it even cheesier, he’d move closer to you and place
his arm around your shoulders and let you lean onto him while blushing crazily
because of how close you would be. You’d both fall asleep right there – who cares
about the back pain that would torture you in the morning? It would be worth it.
D.O - ‘Eomma mode’ on! Kyungsoo would always know
exactly what to do to make you feel better, this situation being no exception. Without wasting any time and despite how late it would be, he’d put an apron on
and cook you the most delicious meal ever. While you eat, he would sit opposite
you and start asking you how your day went, what you did, learned, ate and
saw; he’d show interest and carefully listen to you talk about everything.
After the meal, he’d cuddle with you on the bed and hum gently in your ear.
Listening to his sweet voice would be the cherry on top – you’d be out in no
Tao - Zitao would be such a sweet boyfriend. Without missing a beat, when you shake him awake at night and say you can’t
sleep, he’d get up and start dressing, telling you to do the same. After you
both got dressed, he’d take you on a drive around the city until the dawn breaks
and then on top of a hill so you could both lie on the windshield and watch the
rising sun. Before slowly dozing off, you’d snuggle into his chest and shyly admit you haven’t slept the
whole night, but you didn’t want to wake him. He’d start humming some random song softly in your ear, smiling to himself at how cute and
caring you were being.
Kai - “Jagiya, you can’t sleep again?” would be the first thing he’d say after showing up in your apartment late at night after a stressful practice and seeing you lying on the bed with Monggu’s head on your lap. Defeated, you’d nod at him. Since it would be his first time dealing with this, he wouldn’t exactly be sure what to do, but he’d surely give his best. You should probably prepare for the Pirates of the Caribbean movie marathon, chicken and cuddles included! It would be a great method of relaxation for both of you - what else could you possibly wish for?
Sehun - At first, he’d be so annoyed with you. Seriously, he
needs his beauty sleep, shame on you for not letting almighty Oh Sehun rest well.
But after lots of begging, whining and finally agreeing to buy him bubble tea
as soon as possible, he would give in, sitting up and asking what you wanted to
do. You two would end up playing with Vivi for hours before exhaustion takes
the best of you and you’d drift into deep, dreamless sleep. On the other side,
poor Sehun wouldn’t be able to function the whole following day, much to his
“Let’s repeat the
choreography one more time! Sehun, can you- is he asleep?!”
At the risk of venturing into “it’s not that deep” territory, I think the reason ppl seem to be reacting like “phan is canceled” to dans video is bc he calls Phil his friend and reduces them to a “kawaii ship” which seems to undermine the depth and complexity of “shipping” them at all.. It’s grating for obvious reasons to hear their relationship (whether platonic or romantic) referred to in this way (by dan himself no less) when we celebrate and dedicate whole entire blogs to countless aspects of the special connection dan and Phil clearly share. but what ppl are not realizing is that this is actually p fucking genius of dan bc it’s a call out to all of us and a good reminder that ultimately our shipping and ~belief~ or whatever the fuck in the concept of phan will always be a flattened and simplified and idealized picture of whatever the real relationship is between Dan and Phil, and it’s pretty rad to hear dan acknowledge this truth in a way that in actuality doesn’t do a thing to clarify the nature of that relationship (bc they ARE friends, they’ve always referred to themselves as best friends, and that doesn’t preclude their being more)
Also … Rhyming is Hard. Imagine trying to explicitly address phan for the first time in nearly five years in like 10 syllables or less. He wasn’t ever gonna be able to call Phil his “constant companion business partner creative muse hair inspiration flatmate social security blanket senpai” in this context lmfao but we know he’s said all of these things to describe Phil in the past