#wickedxwaves

 He ached to pull himself up, pressing a hand to his forehead. What the heck happened? The door began opening, and Ben rushed. Slipping his hospital mask back on, he grabbed a nearby lamp, heavy and firm. He ripped the chord out, letting the copper wiring and rubber fall, and held the lamp back over his shoulder, ready to throw if it came to.“Who are you?” He demanded. His words had the slight muffle he was used to from his 3-ply mask. “Where am I?”

“Oh shush it darling, I am not letting you put back on the trash you call clothing.” Cruella had spent her life in the fashion industry and while her preference was for furs she did know about other types of clothing. “Why don’t you try this on,” Cruella held out something a bit more Mal’s style; A knee length purple dress and a small black fur coat that she had made from cat fur.

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Gil smiled at Mal, one of the few villain kids on the Isle who wouldn’t greet her with disdain for her choice to not free them. “So you’re dating Belle’s kid? You do know my dad wanted to marry his mom right?” It was weird how she was dating the son of the woman who, if things had gone differently, could have been his mom.

“Can I ask a stupid question?” His fingers drummed on the mahogany table. “I was kind of guessing before, but I thought I’d check. Do ogres like cheese puffs? I’ve never seen- well.”

“I still need to try.” Ben frowned, looking down at their entangled hands, He offered her comfort, thumb rubbing small circles to her knuckle. “I need to try, it’s my duty, Mal. If I can’t then Merlin will be there to help.”

Until people climbed the fence, jumped the gargoyles and rampaged his garden. His garden, that stained his cheeks and fingernails from his life long maintenance. He aimed for a head of purple hair. “Put down the potatoes, now.”