"𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝?"
"𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝!"
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
in which gaston's daughter falls for the most unlikeliest of princes
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All Georgiana Gaston had ever known was the Isle of the Lost. It was all any of the kids knew. It was dirty, harsh, and overall unpleasant to live there. And so most had adapted to the wicked way of living. They stole, fought, and destroyed whatever they wanted, and that's just how they were.
But not Georgiana.
Everyone knew her as the nicest person on the island. Now, she wasn't what normal, not villain-raised people would think of as nice. She lied on occasion and loved some mischief. But she didn't steal or pillage or plunder. Most people would see her as a weakling and possible target, but that's where her friends came in.
As the youngest of the friend group, if anyone gave her a hard time, Jay, Carlos, Evie, and even Mal would be there to take care of it. And if they weren't there, then her brother, Gil, and his friends would be. There was an unspoken, agreed upon, soft spot amongst the villain kids that they all shared for her, even if they didn't get along themselves.
Georgiana was good and not even her father could change that.
Being imprisoned on the island hadn't done anything to change Gaston and the way he thought. So, when his second child was a daughter instead of another son, he was less than pleased. He treated all woman the same, more vile than he'd ever been toward Belle in France.
Gerogiana was not raised to be evil and cruel unnecessarily. No, instead, with an absent mother, her father raised her to be one set of chains short of a slave.
When Georgiana was old enough to understand that the way he treated her wasn't right — that even her other friend's weren't being abused in such ways — she began to hate him. She began to hate everything about the island, except for her brother and the friends she had made on it. She dreamed of getting away from the life she had.
And one day she did.
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"I'm going out!" Georgiana shouted, already halfway out of the rickety cottage her family lived in. It was certainly nothing like the impressive hunting lodge that Gaston used to own before being cast away to the island.
"Did you finish my laundry?" the deep voice of her father reached her just before she could get out the door.
Georgiana paused and rolled her eyes. "Washed, dried, folded, and put away, Father," she said in a droll tone.
"And your brother's?"
She groaned and banged her head on the doorway. "His clothes smell like fish! If he wants to run around on Uma's ship and ruin his clothes, then he can be the one to wash them!"
