Cupid couldn't hit me with his arrow

You always made sure to lock up the pool at night for two reasons. One, so that no one sneaks in and drowns while everyone sleeps. Two, because Teka ended up taking the pool as her bedroom since it was the only big enough room and the water calmed her.

Carefully, you check through the glass door, making sure Teka is fast asleep before slipping inside. Keeping an eye on the sleeping giant, you toss your towel onto a chair and slide your cover shirt off as well.

"My, my," a voice whispers from the hot tub behind you. While you were too busy making sure Teka was asleep, you failed to notice the hot tub was already running. Wiping around, you spot Ursula sitting in the tub, leaning against the side.

"How did you get in?" you ask, sitting on the edge and resting your leg in the warm water. You shift, making sure one of the jets bubbles against the sore muscles of your calves. Subconsciously, you tug at the edge of your swimsuit.

"I hid under the water," she answered, not commenting on your action. "Not even poor old Teka noticed me."

Glancing, you watch as the giant god stays comfortably asleep, probably by the gentle noise of the jets and the small sloshing sound of the pool water being filtered.

"Probably helps you can breathe underwater, huh?"

Letting out an amused huff, she nods, tapping a nail on the hot tub's edge.

"Why?"

"Why not?" she answers, smiling slyly at you.

"Fair."

...

"I like the jets, don't get anything like this in the ocean," she finally cracks, not enjoying the silence between you both.

"You have a jacuzzi in your room, ya know?" you ask, smiling gently.

"Well, maybe I like this one."

Laughing gently, you lean forward. "Maybe I can show you how it works if that's the issue."

Eyeing you, Ursula smiles at you through hooded eyes, her smirk growing. "Maybe you should."

"And you, dear? What brings you here so late?" she asks one of her tenicals brushing against your leg under the water, making you shiver at the slimy texture. She chuckles lowly, finding amusement in your reaction.

"I just needed a break, and I wanted the warm water to help relax," you answer, shifting slight leaning back on your hands. The pool floor was rough under your fingers yet slick from the pool's water.

"Well, you can't enjoy the water if you aren't in it," she states before wrapping two tentacles around your arms and pulling you into the water, laughing as you yelp.

Breaching the surface, you gasp for air, staring at her, surprised. She's too busy laughing, wiping one of her eyes with a manicured nail. You stare in awe at the genuine laugh as her lips curl into a smile. Her voice is slightly rough but not harsh.

Glancing to make sure that Teka was still asleep, you turn back to Ursula as she lets out a few chuckles.

"I like your laugh," you blurt out.

"What?"

"Your laugh... I like it," you repeat, feeling more self-conscious as you say it again, now with her full attention on you.

"I-...thank you..."

...

Spending over an hour, you sit next to each other in the hot tub talking of past tales. You comfort her about being banished by her own brother and how she remembers being stabbed.

While she's not one to bring comfort to other with out something, she'll listen to you. Sharing any advice on how to care for and put yourself first while building confidence.

Perhaps to her, no love spell will be needed.

Just can't let others get to use it first.

Laughing softly, you head to the counter first, waiting for Violette to take your order. Gently, you place a hand on Durand's back, causing him to stiffen up. "How's it going, Durand? Any work lately?" you ask.

Lord knows why you talk to that man. Perhaps a part of you felt bad for him. He was always alone at the bar and clearly had few to no friends. Or another part of you wanted more people to like you in this new life.

Including Durand.

"(Reader)," he greets dryly, taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing it away from you. "Got a small gig down at the factory."

"Hey, not too bad, yeah? Pays well?"

Nodding, he glances at you. Deciding he sees no trickery in your eyes, Durand relaxes his shoulders a bit.

"Pays well. Working five days a week," he finally answers.

Noticing Violette waiting for your order, you turn slightly to face her better. "(Drink of choice), please, and another round for Durand," you say, grabbing your wallet.

Glancing between you and the now refilled wine glass, Durand opens his mouth to speak. No one has bought him anything in a long time. Let alone talk to him. Even when they do talk, it's to poke fun at him.

"Congratulations on the new job," you finish, grabbing your own glass and joining the table in the back, quickly diving into a deep conversation with them.

How did you do it?

How could one person make everyone feel so welcome? It felt as if you had known all of them for a long time.

Durand continued to stare, lost in thought. You've been here a year. Only a year, and you've already fit in so perfectly. Treated everyone as if you had known them your whole life. Even after he treated you so poorly the first time, you still acted like his friend.

Hearing someone clear their throat, Durnad snaps his head forward again, seeing Violette smiling at him. "Staring quite a lot there, Durand," she comments, setting down his tab.

"Just listening," he mumbles, stuffing out his cigarette.

"With your eyes?" she asks. In the background, loud laughter rings out from your table. Durand couldn't help but pick up on your laughter first. He nervously glances to make sure you aren't laughing at what Violette said.

Instead, you seemed to be cracking up at a joke Herpin made. Your hand rests on his arm as you laugh while his eyes watch your face, softly chuckling with you.

"It's nice," Violette says, leaning on the counter. "Seeing them so happy after coming from nothing. Might need to take notes."

Scoffing, Durand fishes out some bills and pays his tab. Stepping outside, the cool air hits his face. Winter was around the corner, but not many were festive. The fear of war spreading has been spoken of more and more.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Walking back along the path, you enter the farm house quietly usng your foot to soften the noise of the door closing.

"It's getting colder," a stern voice calls out from the dark.

Turning you spot Jeanne sitting on her bed with a book in her hands. Only a small candle lights up the room, allowing her to read. Her glasses rest on her nose while her eyes watch you over the frames.

"Not that bad yet," you answer, sitting on the edge before flopping back. You shift slightly as she moves her legs out from under you.

"You should still get a coat (Reader)," she scolds softly, setting her book aside. "And no 'But Jeanne' either."

"But Jea-," you start before she gently kicks your side. "Oof, okay, okay," you laugh softly.

Rubbing your face, you feel your cheeks heat up a bit.

"Do you need water?" Jeanne asks, seeing your flushed state.

"Hm? Yeah, might take a glass to bed," you grunt, sitting back up on your elbows. Silently, Jeanne gets up and grabs a mug, fills it with water from the sink, and hands it back before sitting with you again.

"Thanks," you nod, taking the (favorite colored) mug. "Aw, Jeanne, you know me so well."

"Seeing as you have been living here for over a year, it was only a matter of time," she softly jokes.

"If you want, I can find a new place," you offer, sipping some water, clearing your throat. "I have enough saved up thanks to you."

"No," Jeanne says quickly. "Besides, with this talk of war, it might be hard to live on your own, so please. Stay."

Silence passes over the two of you. You watch as her hair glows in the light of the candle. Her eyes were full of emotions that her face would never show. Her shoulders are tense as her hands rest on her lap.

"Yeah... I'll stay, Jeanne," you softly say, itching to hold her hands in your own, but something holds you back. Fear of overstepping. Would she ever feel the same way towards you?

"You'll still make me that pumpkin bread, right?" you ask, leaning towards her slightly.

"If that's what keeps you, then yes," she laughs, eyes lighting up at your own smile. Your eyes are full of life as the candle flickers in them. You've grown so much since moving to Grangeville. She watched you grow not just as a person, but into the family.

You brought life and wonder back to her kids after her husband passed. You made her feel again. Making sure to pause and enjoy the world instead of burying her grief in work.

Yawning, you stand, taking the mug with you. "Well, I'm hitting the hay," you whisper softly. "Good night, Jeanne."

"Good night (Reader)," she whispers back, smiling warmly. Even as you leave up the stairs, she doesn't feel alone going to bed. Silently, she thanks you in her own head for helping to fill that small, silent void she felt stuck in.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

One day, as you and Pierre work on planting the last of the rye seeds. Standing up and cracking your back, you stare off into the fields. Talk of war has been brought up a lot at the bar.

Your memory has been slowly coming back, such as your old friends and the faces of family members. Along with this, you also know what will happen when the war comes.

Lost in thought, staring in the field as you lean on the hoe for support, Pierre watches you from his spot.

"(Reader)," he calls out, walking over. "Are you alright?"

Humming softly, you turn to face him. "Of course, just thinking of the past and future," you answer, not giving the full truth. "Why?"

"Are you worried about this war too?" he asks, shifting on his boots. He always tries to be so strong. Feeling the need to fill his father's shoes, but he's still a fifteen-year-old.

"A bit," you answer, this time truthfully. "Are you?"

Pierre shakes his head.

"It's alright if you are."

He nods.

Smiling gently, you pull him into a side hug, turning to face the field again. "If we all stick together, we'll be alright. It'll be hard at times, but all wars are," you say, slowly feeling as the teen leans closer to you, silently seeking comfort.

"Yeah?"

"Definitely."

Nodding, you gently ruffle the top of his head, shoving his hat down over his eyes. "Now back to work before Jeanne yells at me," you order, turning back.

"(Reader)?" he reaches out again.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

Smiling gently, you nod.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Leaning against Herpin's back, you sigh dramatically. "How much longer?" you whine a bit, lazily looking through an extra pair of binoculars.

"Shh (Reader)," Herpin laughs softly, reaching back and patting your side. "If we're going to see any birds, you need to be quiet."

Huffing, you nuzzle deeper into a coat. It smelled strongly of Baptiste's cologne. After you shared that you needed a coat, Baptiste was quick to offer one of his old ones.

"You sure this isn't a problem?" you ask, standing in the entrance of the mailman's small apartment.

"Oh, of course not!" he calls out from inside one of the side rooms.

Looking around, you spot his blue bike leaning up against the wall near the door. Along with his current coat, the post office provided him with his hat.

"Here! Should be big enough for you," he exclaims, walking back holding a simple brown coat. "Try it."

Sliding the soft coat over you, looking in a mirror in his living room. "Woah, this is cozy!" you exclaim, smiling. "You positive I can have this?"

Blushing slightly, Baptiste nods. "Yeah! The post office often gives me new coats when I need them, so I haven't worn that old thing in ages."

"Well, thank you, Baptiste!" you exclaim, hugging the lanky man quickly before heading to the door. "I owe you big time."

"O-oh, there's no need to (Reader)! he quickly exclaims, waving his hands as he follows you to the door of his apartment. He stops at the frame, pushing his glasses back up as his cheeks get warmer.

"I mean it. Besides, you know where I live, so feel free to visit whenever you need to," you exclaim, turning back to face him. "Please."

Nodding quickly, Baptiste smiles nervously. "Okay then," he finally spurts out, gently tugging at his sweater as he feels himself warm up more. "I'll visit, but not just to deliver mail!"

Smiling, you leave, waving goodbye now, wearing his old coat.

Turning back to Herpin, you shift and lean against his side as you both spend the day bird watching.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"Battle, fight, battle, invasion," you mumble, scanning over the newspaper at the farm table. Madame Simon had given you the week off to help Jeanne with the summer crops. Having finished your work early, you had enough time to rest for a moment.

Outside, you hear the sounds of footsteps approaching the barn. Fourteen barks trying to scare off whoever is visiting the farm.

"Quiet, Fourteen!" Jeanne shouts from her spot on the stone bench as she plucks a chicken for dinner. "Oh, Hello Grannily! Hello, Children!"

"Uh-huh, there he is. (Reader)!" she calls out for you.

Stepping out, you lean on the wooden door frame. "Jeanne," you reply, spotting the pig. "There you are, you Scamp."

"Hello, Jeanne. Hello, (Reader)," Grannily greets, smiling gently as her grandkids hide behind her, staring at the dead chicken on Jeanne's lap.

Gently nudging the piglet with your foot, you guide the small animal back to the barn. Returning, you stand next to Jeanne, waving at Ernest as he shyly hides away.

"Thanks for bringing him back," Jeanne says. "Real runaway this one. How are the little parisians? Are you well?"

"Hello Misses Jeanne," Cholette greets shyly before hiding closer to Grannliy's skirt.

"What about you, cat got your tongue?" Jeanne asks Ernest, who was also busy staring at the dead chicken as well. "Oh, it's the chicken that got you spellbound. Well, you've got to kill the animals if you want to eat."

"Besides, you need to eat to get big and strong," you joke, flexing your arm, making Cholette jump up and hang off your arm, laughing. Children and their short woos.

While she can still be a little shy around you, having only met you two other times, you still had some fun. Catching your footing, you laugh as you support her weight on your arm.

"Oof, well, aren't you growing up!" you laugh gently, setting her down. "Soon you'll be as tall as that tree," you joke, combing some of her hair back, making her giggle again.

Smiling gently, Jeanne spots the milk can in Ernest's hands. "Ah, have you come for the milk?"

"Yes, and for some eggs as well," Grannily explains with a gentle smile as she motions with her free hand while the other holds on to the brown basket.

"Gaston! Marcel!" Jeanne calls out, startling a chicken out of the barn. Coming to a stop in front of you stood the two youngest. "I told you to keep an eye on that rotten pig!" Jeanne scolds.

"Gaston, go get some milk. Marcel, show him where the eggs are," she orders the two boys as they frown, clearly not happy about being scolded, but also by being bossed around.

"Follow me," the older brother sighs, already walking to the chicken coop. Quickly, Ernest grabs the basket and runs toward the coop. Gaston takes the can and heads to the barn.

"(Reader)?" he asks, wanting help.

"Sorry, kiddo, but this is what you get for not watching the pig," you say softly, ruffling his head.

You sit on the stone steps, allowing Grannily to take the spot next to Jeanne on the bench. Cholette plays in the dirt with the piglet as he rolls around, kicking up dirt and dust.

Leaning against your palm, you watch the young child play with the pig before hearing footsteps approaching again. This time, Pierre carries the basket now full of eggs. In front, Ernest walks with his head down, embarrassed as mud covers his lower back and butt.

"What happened to the little man?" Jeanne asks.

"He keeps pulling pranks on Ernest," Pierre answers, raising a hand to Marcel and whispering a warning while guiding Ernest over.

"Nothing a little soap and cold water can't clean off," you say, spotting Gaston waddling over with the milk can. Getting up to help you pauses as Ernest struggles, but eventually picks up the tin.

Smiling gently, you walk over and take the tin. "I'll help them back," you say, already following Cholette to the entrance of the farm.

"Well, alright then," Grannily says, grabbing the basket from Pierre. "Thank you, Jeanne. As to you (Reader). Let's go, children."

"But Grannily, can we take him with us!" Cholette exclaimed, grabbing her arm and tugging while pointing to the piglet with her free hand. "Oh, please! Oh, please!"

"Out of the question," Grannily softly scolds. "It's Jeanne's pig, and in six months it'll be as big as the kitchen cabinets."

"So long, Grannily! So long, children! Say hello to Renee for me," Jeanne calls out from her spot with the piglet resting near her feet. "(Reader) be back before supper!"

"Yes, Jeanne!" you shout back as the boys laugh from their spot, knowing how strict their mother has gotten with you.

"Come on, Cholette," Grannily orders, guiding the small girl after while she stares back at the small animal. Catching up, you follow after carrying the milk can for them. "Goodbye, Jeanne."

After a while of walking, you shift the milk can in your arms as a slooshing sound comes from inside. Looking down, you spot Ernest staring up at you before looking away.

"So, Ernest," you hum. "Any adventures back in Paris?"

"Um, no," he mumbles, feeling embarrassed for getting caught and having mud all over him. You were just so cool to him. His dad always read him the story of Robinson Crusoe, and you were like the real version to him.

To his knowledge, you had no family, or at least never spoke of any around him. But he did know that you moved here with nothing, and whenever you explained to him, you always said you wanted "a new adventure". You were so cool.

"I've been practicing my drawing!" Cholette exclaims as she skips down the dirt path. The small brick house comes into view behind the tree trunks.

"Whoa, really?" you smile. "You might need to show me a drawing sometime. Maybe you can even draw me?" you joke.

"Oh (Reader), you look like death themself," Crella says, pausing as she heads to breakfast.

"Jeez, thanks," you say dryly as Si and Am purr, sleeping on your lap and in the gap between your back and the comfy office chair. "Haven't really had a night to fully sleep."

"You know what you need, darling," Curella says, leaning on the front desk as you type something into your computer.

"A nap?" you inquire, holding back a yawn. Reaching for your mug, you frown at the sight of the empty bottom.

"No, even better," she says excitedly, grabbing your own hand in her gloved ones. Taking your hum of acknowledgment as a sign to continue, she leans on the counter closer. "You need a makeover!"

Quickly, Si and Am jolted up, startled by Cruella's exclamation. Getting up, you head to the dining hall wanting to refill your mug. "So I do get a day off to catch up on sleep?"

"Oh, no, you're past that, dear," Grimhidle calls out from her table as she eats her breakfast, noticing you enter.

"Morning to you too, Grim," you greet dryly, getting used to her offhanded insults. You're starting to think she doesn't even realize she does it.

"Hm, yes, well, anyway," Curella dismisses, trying to hide the pang of envy she feels at your attention being off her bright idea. "We can't fix your sleep schedule, but we can make you look more attractive with other means."

"You think I'm attractive?" you ask, grabbing a muffin from a baking tray Smee carries past as he restocks the breakfast counter.

"(Reader) focus," Cruella snaps, lacking any bite.

"Okay, okay. So what is it?" you sigh. "Like a spa day?"

"No~."

"Cruella just spit it out," Mal says, sipping her mug of tea. Others nod in agreement, getting tired of the dragging topic.

"We'll get you a new outfit!" She exclaims, turning back to you.

"Huh?" you ask.

"How will that help?" Dr. Ficillar asks, walking up behind you, to grab a plate. Noticing him look around, you offer your untouched muffin, which he takes, nodding a silent thanks.

You fail to notice how his shadow swoons at you as Ficillar walks away to sit down again.

"Simple, we can't fix their eye bags, so we can find an outfit that will improve their state," she explains, then gasps loudly. "Like a bellhop outfit! Oh yes, it will make you look formal and put together. I can design it to match you perfectly!"

"I don't know, El," you mumble, feeling a bit called out.

"Why not?" she asks, clearly disappointed she is unable to dress you up."Not even just a suit? You can't keep wearing that." She motioned up and down your outfit with her hand.

"Wha- Hey! It's not that bad," you grumble, setting your mug down. A few others chuckle slightly.

"It's too plain," she sighs as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Look, let 'em wear what they want," John Silver cuts in between, pretending to grab some more food. "This job has them on their feet a lot, so of course, a suit won't be good. They're basically holding down this ship."

Huffing, Curella crosses her arms, ready to argue more before the bell rings. "Thought everyone was already here?" you question, looking around.

Making your way to the front as the bell rings more frantically. "Wait, is King Candy here?" you ask Hans as he passes. However, he only shrugs.

Walking to the foyer, you stumble as two small figures run past, catching you off balance. "Lock! Barrel! Get back here, you runts!"

Looking up, you see Oogie Boogie standing at the desk. Lock and Barrel run around, bumping into more villains who don't look pleased with the kids being here. Shock is still busy hitting the bell as she sits on the counter.

Moving behind the desk, you pull the bell away and shove it into a desk drawer. "Good morning!" you greet, forcing a happy attitude. Maybe then you might actually trick yourself into thinking you're not tired.

"Ahh, there you are," Boogie says, leaning closer as the three kids giggle behind, backing up their boss. Nodding, you pull up your computer to see what rooms are left.

"Hi, so my name is (Reader). I'll be helping you," you greet, tapping your finger on the desk. "Would you like a room to yourself with one next door for the kids?"

"I thought this would be a vacation?" he asked carelessly before picking up a spider from the wall and eating it in one bite. Trying your best not to gag, you clear your throat.

"Well, it is, sir."

"So, I don't want to be stuck with no kids. This week is for me, baby," he says, smiling.

"You can't just leave them though-,"

"Then you watch them, ain't you here to help?" he interrupts.

"I do, but again, we do not have any babysitting program... You know what," you mumble, grabbing a key. " Room is on the second floor."

Grabbing the key, Boogie walks away with a bounce in his step as he drags his bag along. You notice how his eye holes follow after Gothal as she leaves her own room. Before Lock, Shock, and Barrel can follow, you cut them off.

"Hold on! We're finding you another room."

"Hey, now!"Lock exclaims.

"We're the Boogie Boys!" Barrel adds.

"So we stay with Boogie!" Shock finishes.

"Well, kiddos, that might not be the safest option right now. As long as I'm in charge of your care, you're having a room on the first floor near my own," you explain, rummaging for some small bracelet key cards you might still have.

"Ohhh (Reader)," a jolly voice calls out with a slight lisp. "Hans said you were looking for me," King Candy says, rocking on his heels.

"What?" you question before remembering your earlier question to Hans. "Oh yeah, I just wanted to make sure you were all settled in and not having any issues and whatnot."

"Oh! Well, that's just so sweet of you. Here's some butterscotch!" he says, holding up a small handful. You still haven't found out where he keeps getting the candy from. "I remember you mentioned liking them as a treat when you work."

"Aww, King Can- Found it!" you exclaim, holding up three bracelets that have tiny key cards on them. Getting back up, you finally take the sweet treats from the short king's hands. "Thank you."

Once he leaves, you finally find a room and figure out how to set up the key cards. "Alright, this should work. Give me your wrist," you order. Carefully, you slide the bracelets onto each kid's wrist and guide them to a room on the first floor, slightly down the hall.

"Now hold your wrist here."

Shock goes first, holding the bracelet to the door. Flinching a bit as if scared to get electrocuted. "You're okay," you softly say as the door beeps while flashing a green light. Hearing the click, you guide her to open the door, allowing them in.

Inside are two small twin beds. There is also a pull-out couch that you walk over to and open up for them. Near the entrance is a small bathroom. Gathering them back up, you lay down some ground rules.

"Meal times are specific, but we have some snacks if needed. If you ever need help, you can call me. Got it?" you ask, making them nod up at you. "You can also mess around. I know you, and I know you like pulling pranks. However, I won't always step in to help, so you need to act at your own risk."

Nodding, the kids start exploring again. As Shock and Lock fight for which bed, Barrel tugs at your pants, looking up. "Thank you," he says awkwardly, clearly not used to being polite.

"You're welcome, kiddo, now behave and call if you ever need anything." You finish before leaving to tend to your daily tasks again.

Walking down the hall, you sigh, thinking of all the piling tasks for you to complete. "Oh God, this is a lot..." you groan, rubbing your face, making it to your desk. Realizing you didn't have time to actually have breakfast, you stand back up, stretching.

Re-entering the dining hall, you spot Bellwether sitting mostly by herself. However, you noticed that even alone, she was eavesdropping. Getting an idea, you straighten up and walk over.

"Hey, Bellwether, correct?" you say, standing across the small round table with your hands resting in your pockets.

Looking up, worried that you had caught her, Bellwether laughs nervously. "Hahaha, yep, that's me!" she spits out quickly, her voice getting higher at the end.

"Mind if I join ya?" you ask, resting a hand on the chair.

"Oh, that's fine!" she nods, shifting to sit up straighter.

"Thanks," you flash a smile, sitting and leaning forward a bit. "So, you're getting settled in? I know sometimes the big guys can be a little mean."

"Well, yes, they can be a lot, but you seem to handle it really well."

"Why, thank you," you hum, leaning back. "It's just so much work sometimes. You know, handling all of the manual labor and some office work."

"I can help!" King Manifico leans down while passing by excitedly. Before you get to reply, Bill Skye is already dragging Manifico. Talking about "respecting business talk and space".

"Okay?" you mumble before turning back. "Anyways, I was wondering if you would like to help me with a more desk-work-type task. That is, if you want to?"

Staring, Bellwether taps her mug with her dark purple nail as you wait awkwardly for her. "W-well, that is a big honor, and I wouldn't want to mess it up," she rambles, watching your expression for any doubt.

"Out of everyone, I trust you the most to help. I understand if you would rather relax, though. I mean, this is your vacation, so this is up to you."

"What would this job entail?" she asks.

"Help to organize events, helping to keep track of all the repairs needed, taking complaints, possibly helping me file for taxes," you list, counting off your fingers. "Of course, I can get you a laptop-,"

"Oh, I already have one!" she exclaims excitedly, thinking about being able to work behind the desk with you. This could be a chance to have power over others, a silent way to rise to the top of the food chain.

"Perfect, then I can go find you a chair, and we'll help clear a spot at the front just for you." You finish leaning forward, smiling that your plan had worked.

Finally finishing breakfast, you continue your day nervously excited for what adventures might follow after you.

Grabbing two more movies, you make your way to the dining area. Taking a seat between Grimhilde and Maleficent, you set the case on the table.

"What's that?" Maleficent asks, pausing a sip of her tea to look at the covers. Grimhidle leans closer as well to take a peek while Hades walks up behind you, leaning over the back of your chair to see.

"The movies I mentioned last night. This is how I know of you all, even though you are from a different reality or universe," you explain. "It's your stories, or part of them at least."

"And we're all in this?" Hades questions.

"No, you all have your own movies," you add, showing the two other movies hidden under neither Sleeping Beauty.

"Interesting," Grimhidle hums before taking a bite of her Greek yogurt with berries you made for her.

Nodding, you lean back, accidentally bumping your head on Hades chest as he continues to lean over, looking at the Hercules case. Your eyes burn into the table, trying to avoid looking up.

"So when do we get to watch them?" Pain asked, standing atop Panic, who was struggling to hold him up.

"I can get them set up while you all finish eating."

Grabbing some food, you head back to the lounge area with the DVDs in your hands. Putting in the first disc, you look up to see Diablo staring down at you from his spot on the fireplace mantle.

Tilting his head, you mimic the action. As he tilts his head the other way, you do too. He hops around excitedly on the mental.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah!" Both of you squack, startled as Maleficent walks into the room, staring at the two of you.

Straightening up, you only stare for a moment, trying to find the right words to say before clearing your throat and smiling. "I was setting up the movie... got a little distracted," you explain.

She hums and takes a spot on one of the couches. "Diablo can be a bit mischievous," she adds as the raven lands on her shoulder. She watched you move around even as the other villains joined her on the couch.

You couldn't seem to sit still, as if you were scared of them. You reminded her a bit of a mouse always busy scurrying around; it was oddly adorable to her.

Would the others think the same? Maleficent knew that she had a bit more grace than some of these other villains, so would they take advantage of your kindness and crush it?

No, no, no, that wouldn't sit well with Maleficent.

She had to keep you safe.

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Halfway through the first movie, Hades glanced away boredly as Snow White started to sing again about cleaning. Through the massive doorway to the dining area, Hades notices you wiping down the tables.

The faint sound of you humming along reaches him. It was a bit odd since a lot of the others are usually more aggressive, envious, and crooked.

Not you.

It was almost relaxing to just watch you work. The repeating motion as you drag the cloth along the table, removing any leftover crumbs from breakfast.

It was refreshing to have this quiet calm you bring, even amid the chaos. This couldn't have been easy, and it was just you running this joint, yet you carried it surprisingly well. However, if more villains start showing up, it'll definitely become more stressful for you, and if he wants to protect it, you'll need help.

Looking down, Hades notices Pain and Panic sitting on the floor watching the movie. Kicking both of them, Hades jerks his thumb to the dining area as a silent demand to go help.

"Excuse me," you hear the gravely voice of Pain speak. Looking down, you lean slightly on one leg to see the two small imps waiting in front of you with their hands behind their back.

"Yes?" you question, confused, setting the cloth and spray bottle down.

"We were ordered- ehm, here to help!"

Jumping onto the table with some struggle, you watch as they grab the bottle and rag. Before you can protest, the sliding doors open as the shuffle of shoes on carpet follows.

"Ehh! Jaffy!" Hades exclaims, hugging his villainous friend. "Oh? And Caption Cod, how fun, was wanting more guys around here."

Stepping out of the dining hall, you wipe your hands on your pant leg. Standing in the entrance is Jafar, who was clearly not enjoying the side hug Hades is giving him.

To the left, Captain Hook was trying to escape the headlock. While Smee was trying and failing to remove the god's arm from around his captain's neck.

"Hello," you finally greet, moving behind the desk, making the two new villains look over.

Putting in their names, you assign them rooms. Hearing the grunts, you look up to see Mr. Smee has moved on to dragging the Captain's bags in. You grab the keys and rush over to help.

"Here, let me," you say, pulling a cart and helping Smee load up the bags, before moving to add Jaraf's bag to his own cart.

"Oh! Thank you, dear," he stumbles slightly, taken aback by the assistance, but grateful nevertheless.

Picking up a bird cage, you fail to notice how Iago tries to snap at your fingers. Quickly, Diablo flies as the two birds get into a slight scuffle. Quickly, you set the cage and scoop up Diablo, holding him like a burger.

"(Reader), can you put Jafar near my room?" Hades asks, already leading Jafar to the couch where Mal is busy comforting a seething Grimhidle.

"One step ahead!" you call out, motioning for Smee to follow. Gently, you set Diablo down on the desk and smooth his feathers down.

"You gotta love them," Hades can be heard saying to Jafar as they settle for the ending of Snow White.

Heading down the hall, you push Jafar's cart with Iago, who was busy seething in the cage at being forgotten by Jafar. Smee followed, after looking at the few paintings and pictures lining the wall.

Stopping in front of a room, you pull out a key card that has "Hook" written across the top in your handwriting. Tapping the card, you hear the lock click and the door open.

Behind you, Smee gasp softly, watching as the once locked door opens so easily with just a small thing.

"It's mostly just magnets and locks," you explain.

"Then you didn't bring us here, did you?" Iago asks, accusingly, from the cage, finally speaking.

"Correct."

After helping to show Smee how the card works, you unload both his and Hook's bags in their separate rooms.

Making sure to drop off Jafar's bags in his own room, you open the golden cage. You watch as Iago flies out, zooming around the room.

"Like it?" you ask, setting down the last bag.

"No dust, no sand, open room, comfy pillows."

"And you get your own fruit bowl, no crackers," you add.

Gaspign Iago flies over and perches on your shoulder. "No crackers?" he asks, holding your cheeks in his wings staring into your eyes.

"Only if you want them-,"

"NO!"

"Then yes, there will be no crackers for you."

You and Smee walk to the lobby, pushing the carts and making small talk as you answer his questions and he listens to you explain the hotel a bit more. Iago stays perched on top of the cart, munching on some grapes.

Before turning the corner, Grimhidle rushes past, clearly on the verge of crying. Nervously, you glance back as she slams her door.

"Did the movie end?" you ask, pushing the cart in its spot as you enter the lobby.

"Yes, a horrible way to go as well," Maleficent nods, confirming your suspicions.

Removing the disc, you swap it out for "Sleeping Beauty". You walk over and hand Jafar his key card with his name.

"Put you across from Hades. He'll help show you how to use the key," you state. "Anyways, I'm (Reader)," you introduce, holding out a hand to the ex-advisor.

Eyeing you up and down, he offers a grin, but refuses to reciprocate your gesture. Swiftly Hook grabs your hand and shakes it back. The other villains look confused, but recognize the slight admiration in the captain's eyes.

"Thank you, lass/laddy!" he says a little too loudly and quickly clears his throat. Ignoring the slight blush on his cheeks, you nod and smile back.

"Well, it's great to meet you as well, Captain," you greet back, smiling. "I should probably give you a brief rundown. I don't have magic, I don't know why you're here, and I only know of you because in my world, you're cartoon characters from movies."

"Did I miss anything?" you question, handing Hook his own key.

"Think you got it, kiddo," Hades says, flashing you a thumbs-up which you copy right back at him.

Cute.

"Oh! The hotel is open for you all to explore. There are a few activity rooms, at least two pools. Each room has its own mini kitchen and a balcony looking out to the pond. Feel free to explore around the woods as well, just don't go too far."

Nodding, you scurry off back to the dining hall and grab a few things for Grimhidle. Noticing Pain and Panic still cleaning a stubborn spot, you scoop them up and carry them back to the living room.

"Think you two have done enough for today. Don't forget you both are on vacation too."

Setting them in the loddy you leave for Grimhilde's room.

"Ring the bell if you need anything," you call out back.

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Knocking you shifts the weight of the items in your arms. "Um... Miss Grimhidle," you softly call out, unsure of what to say.

"Leave me be!" she cries out from within.

"I just have a few things for you, I swear I'll leave you be right after."

"I don't want your pity!"

"It's not pity," you correct.

Finally, she opens the door swiftly. Some hair falls out of her cowel, and her makeup is smudged, hinting that she was crying into her pillow. She shifts slightly under your gaze, not used to people seeing her so weak.

"Well, are you just going to stare or will you give me the 'things' you spoke of?" she snaps, crossing her arms.

Nodding swiftly, you hold up some tissues as well as a small bag of chocolates you had left over. You also carry a (favorite scent) candle under your arm.

"I wasn't sure what to get someone who saw themselves die, but I read chocolate, tissues, and candles are some good mourning gifts..."

"..."

"But I'll also listen if you wanna talk."

Taking the few gifts, she raises a brow, confused, but nods. "Very well," she mutters, still confused at the act of kindness. It reminded her of Snow White, the unnecessary kindness.

However, it was less annoying when it was from you. Lost in thought, Grimhidle doesn't hear the sound of the front bell ringing and your footsteps fading.

Only when you turn the corner to the lobby does she shut the door, holding the items close to her chest. Why was it warm? Was she falling sick?

That had to be the case.

Smiling back at her, you see how the corners of her lips turn slightly upward. "So, (Lastname) was it?" she asks, making you hum in agreement.

"Oh, you can call me (Reader)," you correct, still smiling.

"Alright, (Reader), how much experience do you have on a farm?"

"Oh, about... none," you sigh as your shoulders slump. "I mean, I think this one time I visited one on a field trip, but I grew up in the city,"

"City? What brought you out here?" she questions, turning to you.

"Wanted an adventure, a new life," you explain, glancing around as you worry you might be giving away too much of your past. For the past two nights, you've slowly remembered your past life in the future; however, you don't know what brought you to the past or why you are here.

"Alright then," she says, starting to walk past and heading to the fields. "I can start by having you tend to the crops. With the start of spring, we've already planted the potatoes, so you'll need to water and remove weeds."

"As well as...," she glances. "I suppose you'll help to carry the equipment, make deliveries, and clean around the farm."

"That works," you say, following after while Jeanne shows you around. She points out the equipment and animals, even introducing you to some of the cattle.

Stopping at the front door, she turns back. "Pierre will show you the delivery route tomorrow," she finishes.

"Sounds like a plan!" you smile, clapping your hands together. "Well then, I'll be heading back into town to start my job hunting. Yay," you sarcastically cheer, before clearing your throat. "Alright then, I'll see you later, alligat- ahem, bye."

Jeanne watches as you scurry past Fourteen and hurry down the path till your figure is hidden by the trees. A part of her can't help but laugh as you yelp from Fourteen's loud barking. Smiling gently, she shakes her head and enters the house.

Pierre and Marcel lean against the coop's wall, watching the previous interaction. Pierre holds onto the wooden basket as the younger brother places some eggs in carefully.

"Did they say something funny?" Marcel asks, confused as to why his mom was smiling. Their father had passed only a few years prior, and their mother hadn't smiled as much since.

They could tell she had tried to be strong for them, to handle the farm on her own, to care for the three boys. No matter how strong she presented, they knew their father's death hurt her. The house was quieter without their father's presence.

"Not sure," Pierre replies, watching the front door as Macel goes back into the coop for more eggs. "Maybe the new roommate might be refreshing for mom,"

"Like a new friend?"

"Yeah, maybe... Now hurry up."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Once in town, you look around, waving to Violette as you pass by before moving to another building. A few hours pass as you try and try to get a job.

No repair shops or construction companies were hiring.

The few restaurants were already fully staffed.

Turns out the postal office already had a mailman.

And no positions were open in any offices.

You were too nervous to meet the mayor after having only lived here for two days.

Which led you to walk up to the library in a desperate last chance. Opening the door, you step into the narrow two-story building snuggled between some apartments.

A flight of stairs leads to an upper floor with a few more shelves and a desk for studying. The main area was filled with more shelves and books, and there was a small fireplace. Sofas and lounge chairs are placed around the room.

Stepping up to the checkout desk, you ring a small bell. As you wait, you're able to look around at a few paintings of forests lining the walls. Many were covered in dust and hid the bright colors of the trees below.

Hearing footsteps, you turn back to notice a small, old woman waddling her way over. "Hello there," she finally greets with a slight frown as if just woken up.

"Evening, ma'am, my name is (Reader) (Lastname) and I'd like to apply for a job," you say, reciting what you've said at the other places you've visited today. The line naturally rolls off your tongue.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm not hiring, especially to no outsiders," she starts looking you up and down.

"Please, ma'am. I'll clean, and I'll organize. Mop, sweep, dust, wipe, vacuum," you plead. "I'll do it for cheap, too."

"I'm sure you will, hun, but do you have any references?"

"Refrences? I... well, no, I just moved to this town from nothing-,"

"I can tell."

"... right, but you see that's why I need this job. To make just some cash."

As you continue to go back and forth, the door can be heard opening. Neither of you glanced to see who could be visiting. The older lady stands behind the desk with her arms crossed as you lean over, pleading.

"Ah, (Lastname), what brings you to the library?" a familiar voice asks.

"Herpin?" you question as he finally steps closer, allowing the lighting to adjust, giving a better view of him.

Straightening up, you try to subtly fix your shirt as shame slightly fills your gut. This man, whom you already ran into, literally, now saw you begging for a job.

"Hey, I was just job hunting," you nervously laugh. "You, what about you?"

"I was grabbing a book for my class. I like to read for the younger students, as the older ones silently read their own books."

"Aww," you coo, slightly smiling. "You must be one of the best teachers in town? Hope you're able to find a good book. It would suck if your students turned on you and you had to pretend to disappear, but secretly you dress up as the substitute teacher and trick the students into wanting you back."

"Thank you, and best of luck to you," he says, smiling while adjusting his glasses, finding your comment odd. Herpin notices the slight grimace, giving away your current struggle.

"Ah, Madame Simon," Herpin greets the older woman as he turns to the front desk. "I'm sure you'll find (Reader) here and an excellent helper to have around."

"You've worked with them?" she asks, raising a brow.

Slightly glancing at you, he nods. "Yes, they've volunteered to help organize my classroom. Wonderful job as well, and Jeanne has told me how well they've been helping on the farm," Herpin lies.

"Really now?"

"Indeed."

Shifting her eyes between the two of you, she sighs. "Alright, I can have you working part-time for about... how's a quarter (22 euros) an hour?"

"That works!" you quickly say, relief filling your lungs.

"Alright then, you start next week," she explains. "From 2pm to 7pm to help with closing."

Damn, that time is going to interfere with Jeanne's dinner time, but you'll have to make it work. Maybe bring lunch, or you'll just reheat leftovers if Jeanne is willing to leave you some.

"Thank you, ma'am," you start, only to quiet down as she waves her hand dismissively and moves away from the desk. "Ah," you deadpan a bit, but can't fully wipe away the grateful smile on your face.

"I owe you one," you state to Herpin.

"Don't worry about it, you seem like you needed a little help."

You follow as he moves to find a book, not wanting the conversation to end. Your finger grazes over a book spine. You grimace, seeing how much dust was wiped off.

"Didn't take you for a lying type," you comment, leaning against the shelf as he kneels down to grab a book.

"I don't like to... only when I really need to," he answers smartly, glancing up, but relaxes as he sees your smile. "But Violette did tell me you were a good worker; it's not entirely a lie."

"Really?"

"Indeed, and if Violette and Jeanne both trust you enough to work for them, then so do I."

"Well then, I might have to help you out to make this little white lie and truth," you say, leaning closer as he looks up.

His eyes widened slightly, but a small smile grew on his face. "Perhaps I just might," he replies, getting back up. You hear his knees slightly pop.

"Didn't take you for a bold type," he says, smiling at you.

"Well, only when I need to be," you reply, quoting his earlier statement.

A moment passes as the two of you nod to each other. A silent agreement to a new blossoming friendship. You both finally bid each other goodbye before heading your own ways.

But as you walk, you fail to notice Herpin glance back slightly at you.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Entering the farmhouse, you see Marcel setting the table. The two of you pause to stare at each other. "Hey," you greet. "Need help?"

"No," he answers, looking away and going back to setting down bowls. Pierre enters the house, followed by the youngest of the kids, Gaston.

"Hello," you greet, smiling gently. You watch as he shyly hides behind his older brother, but still smiles at you. "I like your hat."

"Sorry about him," Pierre says, scratching the back of his neck. "He's always been shy of new people."

"Oh, that's alright. I'm not the most outgoing when I first meet people either," you wave your hand. Hearing footsteps heading to the house, you hold open the door for Jeanne as she carries a basket of vegetables for her stew.

She nods to you as a silent thank you, walking past, allowing you to shut the door. "Did you find a job?" she asks, cutting to the point.

"Yep! Got a part-time job at the library," you say proudly, smiling back at how Herpin had helped you. "A quarter (22 euros) an hour."

"A quarter (22 euros)?" Marcel scoffs. "That's not a lot-."

Quickly, Pierre whacks the back of his head, shutting him up as he let out a small, painful yelp.

"Ow, Pierre."

"Quiet, would you, any pay is useful."

"Both of you stop bickering, or it's early bed for both," Jeanne cuts in sharply as she chops up the vegetables.

Smiling gently, you find a spot at the table. Somehow, despite being a complete stranger, this family took you in and didn't make you feel like an outsider.

Yeah, maybe this situation wasn't so bad.

Wonder who else you'll meet.