Velvette In A Fashion Fairy Tale

by TitaniaMimzy

Summary:

Fired from her most recent acting job, Velvette gets even more bad news when her longtime Girlfriend, Clara, rudely breaks up with her over the phone. To mend her broken heart, Velvette visits her fashion-designer Uncle, Valentino, and his husband, Vox, in Paris, but her Uncles have their problems: To the delight of her longtime rival, Carmilla Carmine, Valentino's design firm has gone broke. However, his assistant, Angel, has a plan, and, with the help of some magical fashion fairies, He and Velvette try to save the day.

Chapter 1: I'm Fired?

Summary:

Poor Velvette gets fired from her role in The Princess and the Pea.

Notes:

Hello, Hello! I've been sitting on this one for a few months, and here is the first chapter!
remember readers! The Hellverse is NOT family friendly, so just because I'm mixing this with a child-friendly fandom does not mean anyone under 18 should be here. It should be okay for most general audiences, but I'm unsure what direction I will take this in.

Gazing at the scenic view of rolling green hills, with a distant kingdom standing proudly in the background, a woman with dark brown hair—dressed in a dark green ball gown adorned with butterfly-shaped flowers—walked into the scene, blocking the window’s view.

“And this is the bedroom I’ve prepared especially for you,” she said, turning to face the younger lady beside her.

The younger woman, wearing a sparkling pink gown with a matching tiara nestled atop her dark brown curls, stifled a yawn before replying, “Thank you for providing me with a place to rest tonight. You’re very kind.”

Her gaze wandered around the room until it landed on the bed. “My, what an enormous bed!” she exclaimed, eyes wide as she took in the towering stack of at least forty mattresses, her expression filled with slight apprehension.

The older woman stepped closer, tilting her nose upward with pride. “Of course, darling. I would provide no less for a princess.” She gestured toward the ridiculous structure, prompting the younger woman to begin climbing the ladder. The older woman’s voice softened behind her, almost as an afterthought. “If you really are a princess…”

Once the young woman was settled comfortably, the older woman called to a servant, her tone matter-of-fact. “Bring out the peas.”

Suddenly, smoke began to fill the room, and the scene took a bizarre turn. Instead of a servant carrying a silver tray with peas, four humanoid vegetables stumbled into the doorway. Their large mouths were filled with jagged teeth, and their red-and-white eyes glowed unnervingly.

“As you try to fall asleep,
deep into your room we’ll creep.
Eating brains is what we'll do,
to girls with princess claims untrue…”

The peas began to dance and rap to the pop music blaring from the speakers. The two actresses, their faces a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, exchanged uncomfortable glances as the cameras continued rolling. Off to the side, the director was texting away, seemingly oblivious.

Behind the scenes, Charlie and Vaggie watched the absurdity unfold. Both actresses were equally annoyed by what was happening on set. Vaggie, a mocha-skinned brunette, leaned closer to the screen, shaking her head in disbelief. “Zombie peas? Charlie…” she muttered.

The tall, petite blonde next to her, Charlie, nervously picked up her Siberian cat, KeeKee, and whispered, “Oh, Vaggie, this is not good.”

KeeKee, the fluffy black-and-white cat, looked down at Sequin, Velvette's Afghan Hound, who was staring at the set with concern. “Sequin, Velvette doesn’t look happy.”

The two women watched in silence as one of the zombie pea actors began to climb the ladder leading to the top of the bed where Velvette was sitting.

“Zombie peas aren’t in the script, KeeKee,” Sequin said with a sigh. “I give it five seconds before Velvette loses her cool.”

The zombie actor, struggling to maintain balance in their large, bulky costume, caused the entire bed to sway. Sequin began counting down, and before she even reached one, Velvette called down from the top, visibly irked. “Uh, Time out!”

The older woman, who had been watching from the wings, sighed in relief. “Yes! Thank you, please stop the peas.”

Off-set, the director, Todd, was still holding his phone, looking more annoyed than concerned. He shouted into a megaphone, “Cut!” The bell rang, signaling the break in action. The pea actor, losing balance, tumbled off the ladder and landed face-first onto the set floor, bouncing slightly from the padding in their costume.

“Is there some reason you’re interrupting my shot?” Todd’s voice boomed through the megaphone, making Velvette wince as she carefully climbed off the towering bed. “Uh, sort of, yeah. The zombie peas…” she nervously laughed. “Did I miss them in the script?”

Todd rolled his eyes and laughed haughtily, “Of course not. They’re brand new—just a little pizzazz I added this morning. Or should I say… pea-zazz?”

The director chuckled, high-fiving one of the zombie pea actors. Velvette’s co-star rolled her eyes in silent protest.

Todd turned to his assistant, still chuckling. “Spencer, tweet that joke out. It’s gold.”

Velvette’s heels clicked on the floor as she finally made her way down from the precarious bed. Still nervously laughing, she approached the director, her hands squeezing together in discomfort. “Pea-zazz. Funny,” she mumbled, then added more seriously, “You know, it just doesn’t make sense in the story, does it?”

Todd turned back to her, rolling his eyes. “Who cares? Zombies are hip. You want to make something cool? Add a zombie.” He pointed at his assistant without pausing. “Spencer, gimme the Google Trends on zombies.”

Spencer quickly typed away and looked up. “Number one, Todd. You’re magic.”

Todd shot a smug look at Velvette. “Hear that? Number one trend. The zombies stay.”

Velvette exchanged a glance with her co-star, both of them silently agreeing. Todd raised the megaphone, preparing to shout more orders when Velvette stopped him.

“Uh, wait,” she began, her voice slightly trembling with uncertainty. “Just one second, please.”

Todd shot her an annoyed look but didn’t stop her. Velvette took a deep breath, then spoke more confidently, “Todd, your vision is so unique, and…” she trailed off, searching for the right words. “Well, it’s unique. But to me, The Princess and the Pea is great because it’s simple. The princess stays true to herself, even when it’s hard, and everyone else doubts her.”

Her co-star nodded in agreement, encouraging her to continue.

“If the scene gets too... I don’t know...” Velvette’s words faltered, but she pressed on. “I just think the story will get lost. What do you think?”

Todd’s face darkened as he finished her sentence for her. “Unique?”

Velvette’s face lit up with relief, thinking he understood her. “Exactly!” She clapped her hands together. “I just think this cool story might get a little lost in the chaos. What do you think?”

Todd’s expression soured. “You know that flapping thing you were doing with your mouth just then?”

Velvette frowned, confused. “You mean… expressing my opinion?”

Todd smiled, like a teacher rewarding a child for a trick. “Yeah. That. No more of that.”

Velvette’s face fell as Todd turned away, barking orders into his megaphone. Her co-star placed a hand on her shoulder. “I think Velvette’s right. Makes me wish she were the one directing this movie.”

Todd’s anger flared. He turned around, his eyes narrowing. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Is that what you’re trying to do? Are you making a play for my job?”

Velvette’s co-star slowly backed away, her expression nervous.

“No, Todd,” Velvette said quickly. “I just thought we could talk. You know, two passionate artists working together to create something they love?”

Todd smirked, then shook his head. “Ah, right. I think I have the answer. Get off the set.”

Velvette let out a small sigh, then stood straighter, speaking with more confidence. “Oh! Okay, cool. We could talk in the commissary, or the coffee shop—”

Todd exchanged a look with his assistant and chuckled. “No. Not us get off the set. You get off the set.”

He raised his megaphone to his lips and screamed into it. “You’re fired!”

Charlie gasped in shock, and Vaggie’s eyes widened with disbelief. Sequin and KeeKee exchanged glances, both equally surprised.

Todd gestured to the set. “Let’s take it from the top! Oh, and one of you zombie peas, stand in for Velvette.”

The camera zoomed in sharply on Velvette’s face, her eyes wide with shock. “I’m fired?”

Chapter 2: You're Breaking up with me?

Summary:

Velvette gets a heartbreaking phone call.

Charlie and Vaggie walked with Velvette to her trailer to help her pack boxes. As they worked, Spencer stopped by, ripped the star with Velvette's name off the trailer door, and threw it in the trash. Charlie gently set KeeKee down in her friend's trailer and hesitantly began to speak. “Um, maybe you shouldn't have said anything about the zombie peas.”

Vaggie rolled her eyes in disbelief at her girlfriend's words. “Hello! Artistic integrity?”

Velvette set a box down, still looking shell-shocked. “I still can't believe I was fired,” she sighed, sitting in the pink chair in the far corner of her trailer. “I've never been fired.” Sequin barked, placing her paws in Velvette’s lap, trying to reassure her. Velvette's phone started to ring, so she answered it. “Hey, Nikki…How did you know?” She moved to the pink couch where her pink and white laptop sat on the other side of the trailer. “Thanks, Nik. Bye.” She hung up, set her phone down, and began typing on her laptop.

Vaggie and Charlie exchanged a worried look before Vaggie spoke up. “What's up?”

Velvette pulled up a famous gossip blog with her photo on the front page. "Spencer spilled to the gossip sites. Ugh. Look, it's all over the net.” Charlie and Vaggie both groaned, and Charlie scrambled to reassure her. “You really shouldn't believe anything on the internet. Everyone knows it's run by secret underground mind control experts.”

Vaggie crossed her arms and looked at Charlie. “What? I read it in my magazines; it's true!”

Vaggie sighed, shaking her head as Velvette skimmed the gossip article. “Ugh, the comments. ‘Never liked her, awesome news!’ ‘Always knew she’d go diva.’ Is that really how people see me?”

Sequin forced the laptop closed with her paws and barked. Vaggie scratched her ears. “No. It's just haters being hateful. Ignore it.”

Charlie nodded, and Velvette sighed.“How? Those people are happy I got fired. And there are lots more like that.” She groaned and looked at one of her movie posters on the wall she favored. “I don't know. If people don't want to see me act, maybe I shouldn't be acting.

"Charlie gasped. “Of course you should!”

Vaggie took Charlie's hand. “Exactly, let people talk; it doesn’t matter.”

Velvette turned fully towards them. “But it does. Vaggie, what if people booed when you ran onto the soccer field, or Charlie, what if people bit into your cupcakes and gagged? Would you still make them?”

Charlie laughed. “Oh, that did happen when I baked tofu jalapeño cakes. I did stop making those.”

Vaggie wrinkled her nose in disgust, but Velvette looked more reassured. “See.”

Vaggie shook her head. “Okay, sure, but still—” Velvette’s phone rang again. She picked it up without looking. “Hello?”

Her girlfriend’s voice came through the line. “We need to talk.”

“Clara! So, so glad you called—”

“I’m breaking up with you. Right now.”

Velvette pulled the phone away from her ear in shock, then looked at the screen. It really was Clara. “You’re not…Are you serious? What are you saying?”

“It’s over. And if you're smart, you'll forget I exist.”

Velvette started tearing up. “Clara, wait, I don’t understand.” The line went dead.

Velvette gasped, turning to her friends. “Clara just broke up with me.”

Charlie gasped, and Sequin whined while Vaggie got angry. “Just now? On the phone? What kind of girl does that?”

Velvette sounded mad. “I guess a girl with no real emotions.”

Charlie threw out her arms. “But that's not like Clara at all—” she cut herself off with a gasp. “Unless Clara was kidnapped by aliens and one of them took over her body!”

Vaggie gave her a look and took her magazine away. Velvette looks down at her phone still clutched in her hand “This doesn't make any sense…” She tried calling Clara back but there was no answer. “She's not answering…”

Charlie picked up KeeKee and squeezed her close. “Maybe you misunderstood? What did she actually say?”

Velvette looked down at the photo of her and Clara that is her screensaver. “She said it's over. 'If you're smart, you'll forget I exist.’”

Ever the optimist, Charlie tried to find a solution. “Well, does Clara speak another language where that means ‘I love you’?”

Vaggie shook her head again, snatching Velvette’s phone.

“Vaggie! What are you doing?”

“Blocking her. From your cell, your email, your Twitter. Everything! You do not break up with someone that way. And when I'm done, Charlie and I are getting you somewhere where you can feel good about yourself.”

Charlie got excited. “Oooo! Like Hawaii?”

Vaggie chuckled. “I was thinking more like a spa, for manis and pedis and ice-blended drinks.”

Velvette crossed her arms, looking at a beautiful vase of flowers on the table by the trailer door. “No, Charlie is right. If I’m going to get away, I should get away like…” She went to the vase and pulled out a pink lily, clutching it close. “Far away, like Uncle Valentino’s.”

Charlie did a little hop. “Ooh! Is that a store in Hawaii?”

Velvette chuckled. “No, my Uncle Valentino. He sent me these flowers. He’s a designer in Paris with his own fashion house. I loved visiting when I was little. Tons of people and energy and fabric and dresses, and Uncle Val right in the middle, this whirlwind keeping everything together. I wanted to be strong like him when I grew up.” She looked lovingly at the flower in her hand.

“I’m going to see Uncle Val.”

Charlie and Vaggie were both smiling. “Super cool! When?” chirped Charlie. Velvette snatched her phone back. “Now! I can spend the last weeks of summer vacation with him. I don’t need Clara, I just need to book a flight.” Charlie hopped and twirled while Vaggie tried to calm her down. Velvette walked over to her beloved dog.

“Want to go to Paris, girl?” Sequin barked excitedly and looked at KeeKee. “And by that, KeeKee, I mean oh là là!” KeeKee purred in agreement.