cinderella | sting x reader

Chapter 10- Corsets

The cold in the cellar tickled my neck, slipping down my nightgown. It send chills down my whole body, and I pushed my quilt upwards.

It was no use, since now the cold was tickling my feet.

I sat up, walking towards the old, hinged wooden door.

Squeak. A questioning mousy friend popped out of nowhere, and I see the white fur of Capricorn flash infront of me.

"Come on, let's all go upstairs," I whisper, taking him delicately into my hands.

I picked up the sleeping Lyra and Taurus as well, and I walk up the stairs in my barefeet, causing wood to creak.

Everytime it does, I pray that I don't wake anyone up.

I walk my way towards the kitchen, and a wave of heat comes over me.

The second fireplace in this house is ablaze with a golwing orange light. I creep under its shadow, holding the mice to the cold place of my heart.

*

"UP! UP!"

I drowsily open my eyes, before being promptly kicked in the stomach with a rather pointy shoe.

"Ah!" I gasp, not prepared for the impact.

The usual snickers follow, and I sit up- the mice scattering under the furniture.

"Are you awake now?" a sickening, honey-sweet voice meets my ears again.

I groan, sitting up. My petite frame is now to big for the large nightgown, due to all the scraps I get and the daily excercise.

"Come on, let's go!" Sherry grabs my forearm and drags me out of the kitchen.

Their brightly colored dresses flutter infront of me, and I peel her fingers away from my skin. "There's no need to drag me!" I cry, my ankles sore from the rough contact of the floor.

Slap!

Sherry bows down to my level, and my hand is placed softly against my burning cheek. My (e/c) eyes stare embarassingly into her burning dark blue ones.

"Would you like to repeat that?" she questions sweetly, her voice not matching her fiery gaze.

"N-no, miss," I whisper, ashamed.

She smirks, leading me upstairs as I follow her timidly.

I wasn't ashamed of myself in a physical way, in such dirty clothing and covered in cinders versus their beauty, but of the fact that I called her miss.

I was ashamed that I couldn't stand up to them.

I was lead into my old room, and I could barely recognize it anymore.

A bed was on each side, clothes of all the shades of the rainbow lay everywhere. On the white carpet, floor, the bed- but not thrown over the large, human-sized mirror.

I suppose they find their appearance the most important after all.

"Ah, there she is," Chelia spoke, closing a feather-light book and glaring at me.

They were both wearing bundles of cloth, creating that nice flowy look, accompanied with white lace and shoes. Sherry was wearing a fuschia pink with black, while Chelia was wearing orange and dark blue.

"As you probably know," Sherry started impatiently in a bussines-like tone. "the ball is today, and we have no time to waste!"

Chelia nodded her head in agreement. "You, cindergirl, need to assist us in our dresses," she scrunched up her nose as she criticized my own dress.

I looked down, feeling uncomfortable at her discriminating gaze. I as covered in cinders from the fire and ash from the floor, my hair frizzed and tangled.

Chelia crossed her legs over each other, looking too much like her mother in that moment as she flipped her ponytail behind her shoulder.

"Well, if we ignore this thing," Sherry glowered at me, and I tried hard not to flinch. "We can just pretend we are in royal quarters, getting my wedding dress on for my marriage with the prince!"

I gagged as Chelia stood up in an elegant motion, clapping her hands together like a school kid. "Oh, yes!"

They giggled, twirling their dresses. "He won't be able to take his eyes off me when I get into the main apparel," Chelia whispered. "Let's hope he just doesn't rip it when he takes it off after the ball..."

I choked. "Wh-what?"

Sherry and Chelia glared at me.

"Oh, you don't know?" the younger of the two said haughtily, pulling up their white gloves even more.

Before I could answer, her older sister did. "the Prince is rumored to be a playboy. Tries a beautiful woman out, but ends up not knowing what to do with her afterwards," the sisters giggled. "even if he is the hottest guy in Sabertooth!"

I frown, not having heard this statement before.

"Then again, it's just a rumor."

I sigh in relief, and confusing myself at the same time.

Why would I be relieved?

"Oh, and you mean my wedding, right Sherry?"

And there they go again.

I stand awkwardly in the room as they squabble and shake fists at each other. After a few minutes of glowering, yanking hair, and distributing swear words, they finally seemed to settle things with a one last glare.

"(Y/N!)! Why are you just standing there? Help me with my corset!" Sherry snapped, dragging her towards me.

She shrugged off her dress after she loosened the laces in the front, and I blush at the sudden reveal of skin.

Chelia does the same, and I can't help but admire their pale, milky skin.

Compared to mine, mine isn't much, just bruised from work.

"Well?" Sherry glared, turning her back towards me and lifting her hair up.

I hesitantly step towards her, and thread my fingers through the white laces of the corset at the back.

I pull at them, making them tighter. Sherry gasped, mouthing a 'yes', and I go to a different area and pull it even tighter.

"More!" the older sister demanded, while her younger sister sat back down on her bed, sulking.

I obliged, and gave a strong tug.

Slap.

"Have you ever heard of too tight?!" Sherry screeched menacingly. "Get out, get out now!" From my position on the floor, she grabbed me by the back of my dress and threw me out the hallway.

*

Rogue wanders through the Palace of Sabertooth, before finally spotting his best friend.

"Sting, are you okay?" Rogue walks over to Sting, who is looking down at the garden through an open window.

They were alone in the decorated hallway, Sting wearing all white and Rogue all black.

"You've been... distracted," Rogue added, not sure what to say next.

Suddenly, a heartwarming smile appears on Sting's lips, shocking Rogue. "Don't be worried about me, man. I'm just happy," Sting grins- something he hadn't done in weeks, Rogue noticed- and walked off, still smiling.

Rogue stood there, open mouthed at his behavior.

At that moment, Rogue knew that whoever was making his best friend feel so... so... so happy- he would forever cherish as well.

The black-haired man could see the white-outlined figure in his mind, and mouthed 'thank you.'

UUUUUUUUUGH I SHOULD BE PREPARING BREAKFAST NOW