Cinderella

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Title: "Happy Valentine's Day, Queen Cindy!"
Author: Pirate Turner
Dedicated To: My beloved, precious, darling girl, our very own Queen Cindy: I love you, baby; Happy Valentine's Day! :-)
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Het
Word Count: 932
Date Written: 15 February, 2011
Disclaimer: Queen Cinderella, King/Prince Charming, Gus, Jacques, and all other characters mentioned within are © & TM Disney, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.







Queen Cinderella approached her throne to rounds of applause and fireworks shooting off in the shapes of hearts. She kept her skirts primly lifted just high enough to give her glass slippers room to move without stepping on them as she walked up her pedestal, but when she came to her throne and her eyes fell upon its seat, she stopped in surprise. Her smile brightened and her blue eyes sparkled with her pleasure.

The crowd hushed as she bent down and picked up the valentine that awaited her. She had known instantly that it was neither bought nor hand made the very moment her eyes had fallen upon it, and the thought of the diligent work that had been put into it by her very best friends in all the world who were largely responsible for helping her to come to this grand point in her suddenly famous life touched her heart all the more. Cinderella softly stroked the card with her satin-gloved fingertips.

She took in the tattered paper, busted beads, other torn jewelry, and every one of the card's little details with growing awe. She noted, with considerable surprise, that somehow her friends had managed to even find a few, small pieces of gold and had glued them onto the card. Yet what surprised her most of all were the words written in tiny, scrawled letters. They were barely eligible, but Cinderella read them with ease, her joy soaring.

She knew her friends could not write, and yet, somehow, they had managed to pen her a simple note. On the front of the card was, "To Cinderelly," and when she opened her valentine, the words continued, growing larger and filling both sides. "We love you!" they had written. "Happy Valentine Day, Cinderelly! You've always been our Queen!"

Cinderella's blue eyes sparkled with unshed tears of happiness. From the very moment she had first picked up the valentine, tiny, furry bodies had been scampering onto her throne's arm, and now she looked down at her dearest friends with a warm smile. "Thank you," she told them sincerely. "You've always been my very best friends, and I wouldn't be here now if not for you."

Laying down the card, she opened her hands, and the mice ran onto her palms. She lifted them gently and pressed her face to each in turn, saving her two oldest friends for last. She peered more closely at Gus and Jacques as she kissed them chastely. "How did you do it?" she asked.

"Aw, shucks, it was nothing," Gus squeaked, shyly wringing his hands, turning from side to side, and running a foot softly over Cinderella's palm.

Jacques hit him in the back, thoroughly displeased with his reluctance to take credit. "We worked hard on it," he said, jerking his thumb in indication of himself and Gus as he strode boldly closer to Cinderella's lovely face.

"Hey," one of the females piped up in squeaky dismay, "you weren't the only ones!" She shook a finger at him before looking at Cinderella. "We all did it, Cinderelly, and the King -- He taught us how to write!" Her eyes sparkled with adoration, and she clasped her tiny, front paws to the side of her furry cheek. "He's really sweet!" she exclaimed.

Cinderella smiled at her friends and then at her loving husband as he joined them by her side. "Yes," she agreed, "he is, and you all are as well. Thank you for making my Valentine's Day extra special!" She rubbed her face against theirs once more, then leaned over her friends who were still gathered in her carefully cupped hands, and softly kissed her beloved husband. "Thank you, my King," she told him.

He smiled. "My pleasure, darling," King Charming told her. "I knew it would mean a lot to you. Happy Valentine's Day, my dearest wife! I love you!" He kissed her again before gently wrapping an arm around her elegant waist and turning them all to meet their people.

Cinderella raised her friends up inside the safety of her hands for all to see. "If not for these heroic mice," she told them all, her delicate voice somehow still baring the strength to cover the entire area, "I would not be the Queen I am today, and my friends have just gifted me with a very special valentine. I thank them and love them. I also thank you all for respecting every creature you see. Rather big or small, we all have a place in this world, and we belong side by side."

Those with pets accompanying them immediately began to applaud. The animals meowed, barked, whinnied, ribbitted, quacked, and otherwise cried out in delight. Within seconds, the whole of the Kingdom was exploding with applause. Gus hid shyly behind the other mice as they basked in their unexpected glory.

"Thank you, my friends," Cinderella spoke again, her voice nearly completely drowned out by the applause, "for all you do and have done for me." Her sweetest gifts had always come from her little men, and she beamed down at them especially. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

Cinderella glanced at her gallant King as he drew her gently closer to his side, his arm still wrapped around her waist. "I love you all!"

"And we," Gus admitted shyly, still dragging his foot across Cinderella's gloved palm and refusing to meet the gaze of the crowd, "love you too, Cinderelly!"

The mice chorused together then, "Happy Valentine's Day!", and more dazzling, heart fireworks filled the air in celebration of the day of love and the loveliest Queen of them all, Queen Cindy!

The End






Title: "Princess, Queen, and Fairy Godmother"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.




It's nothing unusual for the mice to watch Cinderella, but one day, Jacques notices a look upon Gus' cute, fat face that makes him pause. "Gus Gus?" he asks, nose and whiskers twitching, but the other mouse doesn't answer him. He sits beside his serious-looking friend and follows his gaze down from the balcony to where the regal and kind woman who's always been a Princess to them is once again dancing with her Prince Charming.

"What is it?" Jacques asks after a moment of quiet contemplation. He sees nothing out of place. Their Cinderella looks as beautiful as ever and as happy as she's always been after escaping her cruel stepmother. He shivers as he remembers that fierce, dark woman and her cat.

"Gus Gus just thinking," Gus answers after a while, turning to his dearest, beloved friend.

"About what?" Jacques questions. It's not like Gus to spend time thinking and even more unusual for the slow but sweet mouse to be so serious.

"Cinderelly." Gus' nose twitches. Jacques notices he'd holding his own tail.

"What about Cinderelly? She happy."

"Yes, yes," Gus quickly answers, bobbing his chubby head in agreement. "She very happy. She should be happy. She Fairy Godmother."

Jacques laughs so hard that he almost falls over, but he grabs his booted feet and holds himself upright. "No, no!" he squeals, still laughing. "Cinderelly no Fairy Godmother! Cinderelly Princess, some day Queen, but no Fairy Godmother! She has her own Fairy Godmother!"

"Yes, yes, Cinderelly has Fairy Godmother, but Cinderelly Fairy Godmother, too!"

"You can't have a Fairy Godmother and be one, too!" Jacques laughs again. He loves Gus, but sometimes, his thoughts are so silly!

"Nobody told Cinderelly that," Gus states matter-of-factly.

"Don't need to. Cinderelly knows she not Fairy Godmother. She doesn't want to be. She doesn't have magic."

"Don't need magic to be Fairy Godmother."

"Psh!" Jacques waves away the silly notion.

"No, no, really!" Gus turns to his partner, and Jacques is surprised to see just how serious he is. "No need magic for Fairy Godmother! Just need good heart! Cinderelly our Fairy Godmother," Gus persists, looking back out at their human friend. "She rescue us. She clothe us."

Jacques follows Gus' gaze again. He leans out over the balcony as they watch Cinderelly waltz. His whiskers twitch; his hands twist gently around his long, wiry tail. All that Gus is saying is true. But, still, Cinderelly a Fairy Godmother?

He's seen her go from rags to riches. He's petted her when she's cried. He's seen her in her worst down times. Their Cinderelly is beautiful, inside and out, but how could some one who'd known such sorrow be a Fairy Godmother?

"Sh-She rescued us all," Gus continues, and Jacques can tell that his love has put much thought into this matter and truly believes what he's saying. "She rescued us from Lucifer, her -- her Wi-Wicked Ste-Stepmother, and -- and everybody."

Jacques looks up in surprise as Gus reaches out and takes his paw in his. Gus is no longer watching Cinderella but now gazes deeply into Jacques' eyes. Jacques swallows hard but finds he neither can nor wants to look away from his beloved. "Sh-She gave me you," Gus says simply, and Jacques melts. All his doubts vanish. He accepts their beloved Cinderella as their hither-to unspoken Fairy Godmother as Gus steps closer and kisses him.

The light kiss, as it always has, makes Jacques' whiskers shoot out stiffly, his brown fur stand on end, his toes curl, his eyes roll back into his head with ecstasy, and his ears fill with drums, trumpets, and fireworks. Also as always, it is over far too soon. "Cinderelly Fairy Godmother," Jacques agrees and quickly kisses Gus again.

The End