KW- JJC's writing a fanfic and I'm bored so... yeah. This is a Rise of the Guardians spin on Beauty and the Beast, Little Red Riding Hood, and Cinderella with a little bit of Cupid and Psyche, (Not in that order.) Hope you enjoy!
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Roles:
Please note, just because they're playing a role, doesn't mean they're a different gender. If they are it will be indicated.
Jack Frost as Little Red, Belle, Cinderella, Psyche
Aster Bunnymund as Gaston, Beast, Prince Charming, The Wolf, Cupid
Nicholas St. North as grandpa, Mr Potts
Toothiana as grandma , Mrs. Potts
Jamie and Sophie Bennet as Clogsworth(Jamie), Lumiere(Sophie)
Cupcake as The Fairy Godmother,
Monty and Claude as The Mice.
Sandserson Mansnoozie as The maestro,
Pitch Black as The sleeping wardrobe.
Mother Nature as the Lady Tremaine ( a nice lady)
Two sprites as the Evil Stepsisters (referred to as sprites)
End of role call. On with the story.
"Jackson?" Called Mother Nature, "Oh Jackson? Where is that boy!" She began stomping through the house, "JACKSON!" She finally yelled for fear he had been hurt.
"Mother why must you awaken us looking for that little twerp?" The ugly sprite griped.
"Yes mother, why must you disturb such perfection in search for that trash?" The warty sprite huffed.
"Do not call your brother trash my daughters, he is your brother, your lives are bonded by blood," she requested softly. The sisters huffed and puffed, turning their backs on their mother.
"Mother, you've called me?" Jack said softly, stepping out of his room.
"Oh Jackson!" She exclaimed, "you've been in your room this whole time! My I'm getting old!" Jack smiled warmly at her. The poor woman was only 46 and she already had a full head of gray hair. "I must see what you've spun my dear so your father may sell clothes in the market tomorrow," She steadied herself on the boy's shoulder, mindful of her limp, and he led her into his room.
On his bed lay many dresses and suits. They were beautifully made and looked as if they were made of water. Jack was a gifted spinner and sewer. He would help his mother clean the basement at the end of every month and spun cloth out of the cobwebs.
"Ooooooh," the ugly sprite gasped, "these would look perfect on me!" Moments later, all that was left on the bed were a few suits and a two pale orange dresses.
"Oh, oh no, we don't have enough for selling! Oh no!" Mother cried. Jack smiled and led her to his small closet. Inside, there were many more dresses. "Oh my wondrous child, your hands must be wrought! Oh I must have some gift for you!" She shuffled out of the room to look for something.
"But-" Jack began to protest,
"No buts!" She called. Jack sat on the bed. His mother always seemed so determined to please him. She dropped the sprites after they were born so she always thought she owed them something. She owes them nothing Jack thought bitterly If anything they owe her everything.
"Ah, here we are," the woman said triumphantly holding up a small box. "It's not much but," she opened the box and handed it to him. Inside was a long blue, purple, and red cape, you could call it a hood, a pair of soft white gloves and a lace girdle. (Lol, just kidding, no girdle). It was a pure white choker, a silver snowflake hanging in the middle.
"Thank you Mother," Jake murmured, tracing the ornate gloves. She smiled and left him with his new items. The gloves would keep his hands from rope burn and needle pricks, the cloak would keep him warm in the winter yet cool in summer and the choker would be too tacky and sentimental for the sprites to take from him. He slept peacefully, knowing the sprites would be satisfied with his work until the morning when they required breakfast.
Indeed, in the morning, Jack was called to make breakfast. He insisted that the sprites called him instead of his weary mother so early in the morning. The sprites only agreed because his breakfasts were truly phenominal. It was going to be another long day for Jack, but the longer the day, the more that is achieved, he thought optimistically.
Super short! Sorry! I can't write long stories like Sav :'( It's gonna be a long story with many chapters though!. Updates won't be really frequent but I know KW writes 10 chapters before updating one so go check out Slaves of the Snake you HarryXVoldemort fans!