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"It is far better to be feared than loved" -Red Queen

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Kiss the cold away

Characters: (cursed)prince!Yoongi & princess OC ft. Snow Queen Elsa

Setting: based on Andersen’s Snow Queen with characters from Frozen

Genre: angst (but nobody dies because of that cliché thing called true love)

Warnings: -

Words: 4630

Summary: “The first kiss is to shield him from the cold The second kiss is to make him forget all The third kiss would be the last in row Taking his life away once and for all.”

Notes: a.k.a what if Elsa turned evil and became the Snow Queen feared by everyone? And yes, Daegumor is the fairytale kingdom name of Daegu I made up. Finally, it’s here, Yoongi’s part of my Once upon a fairytale collection.

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Curse me, foolish destiny

Characters: Jeongguk & OC

Setting: Disney au – Beauty and the Beast

Genre: angst

Words: 1727

Summary: The prologue of the tale as old as time.

Part of the Destiny trilogy. For more fairytale aus, check my Once upon a fairytale masterpost.

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bangtan does disney

coming summer 2019 a compilation of oneshots based on famous disney movies from my youth

seokjin x reader | beauty and the beast | COMING SOON

↳ looking as good as seokjin did came with it’s pros and cons. no, actually it only came with pros. that is until he meets you, the most beautiful person he’s ever seen (except him of course), only there’s one slight issue that prevents him from wooing you on sight - being that you’ve been blind since birth. can seokjin reign in his obnoxious personality to win you over without the aid of his looks? or will he send you running for the hills before you’ve had chance to see what’s hidden beneath the surface?

yoongi x reader | cinderella | COMING SOON

↳ harbouring a major crush on the housekeeping staff was, without saying, forbidden according to your mother. when she finds out about your crush on the stable boy, yoongi, she arranges for the most eligible men in the country to attend a masquerade ball at your lavish home. when you bump into a handsome stranger and spend several incredible hours together, you’re left feeling as if you’re torn between two men. but is that actually the case?

hoseok x reader | sleeping beauty | COMING SOON

↳ on your hectic commute to work, you bump into a handsome stranger who blows you away with his dazzling smile. in fact, you’re so distracted you don’t notice yourself stepping out into oncoming traffic, and then you’re disorientated to find that you’re in a coma in the hospital - yet, you can hear what’s going on around you, along with the soft, sweet voice of the doctor assigned to take care of you.

namjoon x reader | aladdin | COMING SOON

↳ overwhelmed with his chaotic life as a prince, namjoon finds himself sneaking away for one night of fun in the bustling, electric atmosphere of new york at night time. there, he meets you, a girl who seems to have grown up on the wrong side of the tracks and is most certainly not the kind of girl he, a prince, should fall in love with. uh, oh…

jimin x reader | the little mermaid | COMING SOON

↳ struck down with laryngitis and put on voice rest for a whole two weeks, you’re asked to help the dancers down the hall with their spring performance, and that’s where you meet park jimin. only able to communicate via notes and texts, you begin to grow a soft spot for the boy, and his hidden talent for singing…

taehyung x reader | tangled | COMING SOON

↳ after storming out of your family home, you unexpectedly witness graffiti artist kim taehyung break up a fight. getting involved is against your better judgement, but as the sirens approach, you find yourself helping the boy up and leading him through the back streets to safety. your time with him is on a clock as your parents search for you, and police search for taehyung, but you can’t help but enjoy escaping with him - even if it’s just for a night

jungkook x reader | mulan | COMING SOON

↳ being an up and coming journalist, you’re desperate to find a story that will get you the promotion you’ve had your eyes on for months. when your friend and co-worker mentions the odd practices of Jeon Tech Ltd, you can’t help but formulate a plan to get into the one company that refuses to hire female interns. disguising yourself as a man, you work your way into he intern programme and meet the handsome son of the CEO, jungkook. growing close with him, it soon becomes clear he doesn’t share the same ideals as his father, and when you begin to develop feelings for him, you’re caught in a lie that threatens to unravel at any given moment 

Twisted Tales Masterlist

╰Seven men. Seven fairytale curses. Can true love break the spells that bind them?

╰a/n: Welcome to the masterlist for all of the oneshots in my “Twisted Tales” series! Release dates for each are TBA but I will be posting them periodically as I finish them! Hope you enjoy my twist on these classic fairytales! x

➳ Under the Sea || pjm

╰An au inspired by the fairytale “The Little Mermaid” by Hans Christian Andersen.

╰ cursed merman!jimin x female reader, humor, fluff, smut, slight angst

➳ Little Red || knj

╰An au inspired by the fairytale “Little Red Riding Hood” by Charles Perrault.

╰ cursed wolf shifter!namjoon x female reader, angst, smut, fluff

➳ Swan Lake || ksj

╰An au inspired by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s fairytale ballet “Swan Lake.”

╰ cursed swan shifter!seokjin x female reader, fluff, angst, smut

➳ The Frog Prince || jjk

╰An au inspired by the fairytale “The Frog Prince” made famous by the Brothers Grimm.

╰ cursed frog prince!jungkook x female reader, humor, fluff, smut

➳ Beauty and the Beast || myg

╰An au inspired by the fairytale “Beauty and the Beast” by Gabrielle-Suzanne de Villeneuve.

╰ cursed beast prince!yoongi x female reader, angst, smut, fluff

➳ The Snow King || kth

╰An au inspired (loosely) by the fairytale “The Snow Queen” by Hans Christian Andersen.

╰ cursed ice sorcerer!taehyung x female reader, angst, fluff, smut

➳ Neverland || jhs

╰An au inspired by the fairytale “Peter Pan” by James Matthew Barrie.

╰ cursed immortal!hoseok x female reader, fluff, smut, slight angst

NO NO, I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK AND LEAVE JIMINNN. YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I need to learn how to make a portal first so I can go back to Jimin.

Does the tether not have a mindlink like in ABO universe?🤔 BECAUSE JIMIN DEFINITELY HAVE TO KNOW THIS SITUATION.😤🤬🤯

“Between the Lines” (part 3)

Pairings: Faerie Prince!Jimin x Reader

Warnings: lil angst, smut, nipple play, blowjob, fingering, penetration, unsafe sex, squirting, fluff.

Word count: 6.5k

Synopsis: On a dare, you sneak into an abandoned library late at night. Wandering through dusty shelves, you stumble across a secret passageway to a private stash of much older books. Thinking nothing of it, you open the first one you touch and find yourself transported through time and space into a lush green forest filled with magical creatures. Including the one you knock off his horse as you land in this new world. Despite your initial shock and mistrust of him, he does his best to get you home. Until you find, through trials you overcome together, you might just want to stay.

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Here is part 3! I know I said this would be the last part but the two endings didn’t mesh well together and it all just seemed rushed SO I will be posting a part 4 separately probably tomorrow or Monday. I cannot thank you guys enough. I SERIOUSLY don’t have adequate words to describe how grateful I am for you all. I hope you like it! Previous parts are linked below! Enjoy!

Part 1: https://lunaandhertrashheap.tumblr.com/post/620218975071125504/between-the-lines-part-1

Part 2: https://lunaandhertrashheap.tumblr.com/post/620386233751945216/between-the-lines-part-2

Long after he left you were still awake, watching the diamond sky twinkle then melt away as sun after sun rose in its glory. Yet as breathtaking as it was, your mind was occupied with other things; like the blonde haired elf who was on some perilous quest for his right to rule at this very moment, Sol having informed you of his departure an hour ago.

He didn’t come to say goodbye.

As far as he was concerned, he’d said it last night.

And you hadn’t asked him to stay, even though you wanted to.

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Once Upon A Dream (remix)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A Sleeping Beauty/Winter Soldier remix, featuring the reader as a SHIELD agent who might have powers (or just a really finely tuned intuition)

Warnings: None. If you’ve seen and enjoyed Winter Soldier, you shouldn’t find anything troubling here.

This is the first chapter of a Fairy Tale AU for @moonbeambucky’s 5k Writing Challenge. Congratulations, Tara!!!! Sorry it’s so late. Hope you like it!

Chapter One

Gunshots. Squealing tires. Explosions. Breaking glass. Screams. 

The Winter Soldier’s waking life was chaos divided into clean lines, dissociated destruction by the book, mindless obedient violence.

Every kill, every mission – they all lined up in an orderly fashion, tidiness to the pandemonium. He was never really there; it was all like a walking nightmare, a hallucination that didn’t even seem real. Like watching a movie or being in the passenger seat – he witnessed all the carnage as though he were seeing it secondhand; and later, as he sat buckled in his chair, waiting for cryofreeze, the distorted memory of it seemed like he might just have imagined it all.

And then the ice would come.

And he’d drift off, to a world that seemed more real than anything he experienced during the day.

Here everything was vivid and detailed, instead of hazy and confusing. His senses seemed heightened rather than deadened, and it was only here that he ever felt truly alive or awake anymore. He was himself again, once more in control of his thoughts and his actions.

And she was here.

She’d been appearing in his dreams for as long as he could remember – although, the way dreamworlds work, there’s nothing to really indicate any long term passage of time, so it’s not like he could have pinpointed her arrival even if he’d tried. But she was there, every night, no matter how the surroundings might change.

The time he spent with her was a paradise. They’d explored forests and jungles together, wandered the streets of Paris and New York, ridden camels through the desert and dog sleds across the tundra. They’d watched the sunset on the beach, the sun-warmed sand beneath their feet; and lain in soft meadows gazing at star-strewn night skies. At times, their adventures could even be fantastical, filled with mythical creatures or impossible physics that allowed them to fly or breathe underwater. The one constant was her presence, and her love became his gravity.

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Once Upon A Dream (remix) - Chapter 3

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A Sleeping Beauty/Winter Soldier remix, featuring the reader as a SHIELD agent who might have powers (or just a really finely tuned intuition)

Warnings: None. If you’ve seen and enjoyed the Captain America films, you shouldn’t find anything troubling here.

The third chapter of my Fairy Tale AU for @moonbeambucky’s 5k Writing Challenge! Life seems to be keeping me pretty consistent at publishing a chapter every two weeks, despite my attempts to go faster. That bug I picked up laid me low for longer than I would have liked – that’s an unfortunate side effect of fibromyalgia, stuff hits me harder and lasts longer than it would for regular people. I promise I am working hard and hopefully will be able to publish more frequently in the near future ❤️

Chapter 3

Less than 24 hours later, you were rendezvousing at Pentagon City mall with Steve and Natasha, and trying to come up with a plan on the fly. While they headed to the Apple Store in an attempt to decode the contents of the zip drive, you were tasked with finding a getaway car. As you scoured the parking structure for the perfect vehicle, your mind was racing with the events of the last 12 hours – Director Fury was dead, and the three of you were now on the run from the organization you’d once considered your safe haven.

I still can’t believe he’s dead, you thought, shaking your head. Your thoughts kept drifting to those final moments, watching helplessly as the doctors struggled vainly to save him. If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn’t have believed it. If only I’d gotten in touch with Maria sooner, or been able to really make her understand.

Yet, even as these thoughts floated through your head, the rational part of your mind reminded you that you had contacted her with plenty of time to initiate a contingency plan. You’d definitely done everything you could.

Unfortunately, sometimes that’s still not enough.

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Once Upon A Dream (remix) - Chapter 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A Sleeping Beauty/Winter Soldier remix, featuring the reader as a SHIELD agent who might have powers (or just a really finely tuned intuition)

Warnings: None. If you’ve seen and enjoyed the Captain America films, you shouldn’t find anything troubling here.

The fourth chapter of my Fairy Tale AU for @moonbeambucky’s 5k Writing Challenge! 

Chapter 4

While the droning computerized voice monologued, your feeling of danger had increased. And you’d been correct, as always – but it turned out things were a lot worse than even you had expected.

Still, the new information you’d obtained from the computer-claiming-to-be-a-man did serve to answer a lot of your lingering questions about why things at SHIELD had felt increasingly off, and precisely why all of you were now being hunted by your former colleagues.

As you drove back down the same highway you’d driven up only a few hours earlier, Nat napping in the backseat and Steve dozing beside you, you couldn’t help but mentally berate yourself for your inability to have foreseen this situation.

What good was an acutely sensitive sixth sense if it only told you something was up, but not what to look for? That’s like a fire station whose alarm only says there’s a fire somewhere, good luck finding it yourself. You depended upon your intuition, and your team depended on you – and you were letting not only them down, but the whole freaking country at this point.

“You alright?” Steve’s voice was a low murmur, careful not to wake Natasha; yet it startled you out of your internal diatribe.

“Yeah.” You paused and shook your head. “I mean, no. I mean – I just don’t even know anymore, you know?” He stayed quiet, listening, so you rushed to fill in the silence. “I just…how did I not see this coming?” You hated how your voice sounded strained, like you were on the verge of tears. There was no way you were going to cry.

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. None of us saw this coming.”He reassured you.

“Okay, but I’m supposed to see stuff – stuff like this. And I’ve known for a while something was up, but this….this is so much more than what I’m used to. I just feel so far out of my depth, Steve. And I feel like I’m letting everyone down.”

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Concept: fairy tale where the wicked step-parent (who is of course also some sort of warlock) transforms the princess into a swan, as one does, but rather than running off to mope around in a lake and be beautifully tragic, the princess decides to stick around the palace and cause problems on purpose.

Faerie Lady :) been drawing too many people with hands on their hips 😩 it’s become the go to comfort pose 😅

And from I, to You

[Summary: It’s the day after the ball—the one where the Prince Charming picks his cinder-bride by her shoe size. Absolute insanity, yes, and Anastasia Tremaine knows of it. But she also knows a lot more other things, such as her gone-mad mother and the thoughts of oh-so-silent Drizella, her older sister. Holding the only slipper in existence, Anastasia also knows who the shoe fits exactly, but since when was she a good girl?]

It would not fit.

The glass slipper just wasn’t right.

It didn’t seem like it’d be a matter—at the time.

Now, Ana had chosen to help Mother slice Drizella’s heels off to fit.

“It’s only a little, Anastasia. Help your sister. Now.”

She was always helping. Surprised no one when she gave a curt nod, soon retreating to her room. The silent walls welcomed no one when she entered. Hadn’t this been Cinderella’s room before Mother took over? Even now, the room rejected her, as the slipper did.

The glass slipper was fortunately larger than her foot, so  she hadn’t had to slice her heel to fit.

Perhaps Drizella’s heel would be the finishing touch, and she would go live with the prince after all; abandoning her mother and her duties, helping no one no more. Well perhaps she could help the prince, after all, she had a many ideas of how to be the perfect princess. Balls, curtsies, you could name whatever it was, and Ana would be there. She was the helper—the only helper around these parts. Even then, as it was, rejected her too.

The happy memories with little Drizella and sane mother seemed to coerce her back into the depths of her both internal and external cocoon. She let out a short, deprecative chuckle. Ana was out of it, that or more. Thinking about it, she reached a conclusion. If Drizella had just let her be oh-so-nice to Cinderella at least once more, she thought, maybe she would spare a thought of whisking them away from Mother once and for all.

Alas, Drizella would never allow that, with her enormous pride, and so-so, ruling out fleeing to another continent. Plus—if it was possible to reach heights of peak intoxication before dropping dead, it would not hinder Mother before she walked up and bashed both Ana’s and Drizella’s skulls with her leather slipper. The poets speak about it, but experience is never the best teacher.

And if you’d ask her how she knew the slipper would fit on Cinderella’s dainty feet, she would’ve mumbled an incorrigible set of words and slumped on her prep-table, as she did now. Occurrences fit of insanity always seemed to happen to Cinderella. Drizella had joked of it being some kind of curse following the time Cinderella’s cursed birds had bit her nose, but Ana knew it was more.

Ana considered shattering the glass slipper—watching the pieces break into completely immeasurable shards of her glass and glass, thorough. She hoped it might help her, but it wouldn’t, really. She stared at the slipper in her grip, the familiar sound of glass cracking.

Mother often got violent with Cinderella, and sometimes, Ana would pause outside Cinderella’s door, hoping she was alright and well. It was just her inner desire—to make sure that even with the chaos and their desire not to let any of it change, they would at the least be alive to relish it.

She remembered the time Cinderella caught her, her face bruised and tired. In Ana’s hands were several bandages, and she placed them down. They stared at each other for a long time before resuming to their duties, fractures of both their words hesitant to make the step. Cinderella had signalled to speak first.

Ana remembered a short conversation they had, where Cinderella relayed her fears and wants. It seemed like they weren’t from separate worlds, just two girls, having a chat despite their differences.

Cinderella had talked and talked, oh-so-long, desperate for Ana to listen. It seemed like she was concerned with her own significance in the eye of it all. Mother’s violent tendencies would definitely impact any sane person’s health, but it had completely pushed Cinderella to a conclusion where she felt like she didn’t understand why she was there, then and why. Her father was dead, her mother was dead, and her stepsisters treated her as close to horse-dung as possible. And horse-dung just... stank.

But one of her stepsisters was there, listening intently, so she had toned the abrasiveness of her words. Still, it stung. Under normal circumstances, Ana wouldn’t have condoned her actions toward Cinderella, but she had no excuse. She could speak days of what Cinderella really meant under her subtle glances and rushed words, but Cinderella had tried to be acceptable towards her. Cinderella had isolated her identity from the world under the pain, and she really did not seem to attempt speak of herself as in the ways of any normal person.

To her, she was lowly and confused, and it was integrated oh-so-deep. She had lost everything. She blamed herself for everything. For... every single of the things. Ana could see how withdrawn she was from both the world, and her true self, and it disgusted her so much she felt direly uncomfortable in her own skin. Why had she let this happen? She ached and ached to reach out to Cinderella and help her realise that she just understood, to tell her how much she cared for her wellbeing and safety, and how much she resented and realised how much her actions hurt Cinderella. But ultimately, she could not. She didn’t know why, but she knew how much it felt—and she hated it.

Anastasia hated every fibre in her being. It was not pleasant. She had the flesh, but her body would not call it hers. She despised herself, and even Mother and Drizella were not to be free from her seemingly endless refusal-to-blame.

Years of Mother’s and Drizella’s repression could not be erased by one simple girl. Ana knew that, oh-so. She tried. Cinderella got more dependent on Ana as the times went and passed, aching for the instability that Ana seemed to emanate. Ana’s complex feelings and the overwhelming betrayal she could’ve caused her sense of morality to fluctuate wildly, and along with her muddled blame, continuing to bring out the absolute worst in her.Cinderella should not have wanted that discord so strongly that she did. It was the only thing she had, but it wasn’t... right. It wasn’t just, and to that, it wasn’t right. Cinderella deserved better. She did.

Weeks of mood swings and migraines had, of course, alerted Mother and Drizella, and one evening, while strolling through the garden, Mother had noticed the two girls chatting. It had been the last straw. For some reason unknown to man, she exploded. There was to be a ball to display eligible girls for the prince, and even though Ana found it quite distasteful, she agreed to go. If she was some kind of runner-up, at least it would be bountiful news. It upset Cinderella when Mother ordered her not to go, among other things, and Ana was pleasantly surprised to see that she wasn’t the slightest bit bothered by it after.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t a competition.

Ana sighed, stepping out from her room. It seemed like everything wasn’t going right. The prince had been with a seemingly ghost throughout the ball, never pausing to entertain another noble lady. Her thin, small frame glided through the corridors, stopping at the stairs. Mother had already shattered the other shoe. Who was to say they had another replica at their disposal? She closed her eyes and pursed her lips.

Cinderella’s calloused fingers shook her out of her thoughts, her hand resting on Ana’s bare shoulders. She didn’t say a word. Cinderella didn’t have to. Ana... knew. Her eyes had inevitably found hers at the ball. Poets would argue it was because of their common insanities. Ana didn’t know of any poets. Still, Ana forced herself to turn away from the inevitable. Now, it faced her on all sides.

Ana handed her the slipper, but Cinderella’s hands didn’t leave her shoulder. Her mind drifted. Sometimes, she didn’t think. Her mind was blank, and her eyes only focused on the girl before her.

“And from I, to you,” Ana smiled, her words hazy. “Be alright, cinder-girl.” 

“Am I fine in thinking you would not want to come with me?” Cinderella inquired. There was no malice, no silently laced words. There was only Cinderella.

And she knew that by leaving everything Ana ever wanted—someone to truly love her as her, and not by obligation—there was no second “Oh, have you been faring well?” This was the end.

“Yes. I’ve realised some things,” she sighed, a sad smile on her face. “Half of those, I have no idea what are. But I understand the thoughts behind those things. Mother—Drizella—I can’t leave them.” 

“I know. Will you stay?” The word hanged in the air, but Cinderella refused to say them. Ana smiled, the edges of her eyes crinkling.

“Forever...? I need to, Cinder. I’m not so sure it’s a question. They’ll run themselves mad. Mother probably would, at least.”

They shared a chuckle. Setting the slipper down, Cinderella hugged Ana, squeezing her tight. She attempted one, but the air felt too heavy for any goodbyes. Instead, she waved awkwardly and set downstairs for her prince.

She deserved him, after all. Ana wasn’t so sure if he did, though. She laughed at the thought. Clutching the banister, Cinderella turned one last time.

“Thank you.” 

Turning to their duties, they both returned to their worlds. As different or similar they might’ve been, none mattered now. It was the end, and that was true and true. 

• i wanted to integrate some character personality stuff i learned of recently,, but... i was too lazy to do anything since i wanted to focus on the characters, and not the setting, so i... did something.

• it is rushed, yes, and in the—as some published writers like to call it 😔—the horrible rough draft phase. there is no plot, as many as my works are going to be. i do not confine myself to pains of plot elements till the third date draft :D

• i really really love character psych!! that’s it!! (disclaimer: if the writing does not meet up to your standards i’m an amateur writer, so you can go ahead and tell me  “oh iu, this stuff is really good omfg!! you should publish it!!!”) ;D

• not all of this is actually right. since i barely focused on some other aspects i choose to focus on one part of my characters, and not everything, so there will obviously be some lack. i also loooove minimalistic writing and will shorten sentences like crazy and have many people weirded out because of it but i just like to play around (there’s not a lot of it since my auto correct kept being trash) also it’s not spell checked

• don’t own any of these characters, they belong to disney. i just wrote the wrote! ty for reading

Submas FaeU- Fairytales chapter 4 (The Princess part 1) has now been uploaded!

Come check it out- I’m worried I’ll scare everyone off 😖

Summary: Emmet gets spirited away

I never really got a childhood. Sure, I had a beginning, but a troubled one. I became an escapist from day one, always flying to my imaginary world instead of the real one. I didn't like reality, and frankly, I still don't because of the people inside them. I had to grow up too fast. They pushed me into the blinding reality, and I got hurt. They laughed when I fell in my hole, and they never helped me get back out. I never forgave them for that. Now, as I look back, my beginning was stolen, my middle was me realizing it, and what will my end be? All I want is a happily ever after, something of fairy tales. I want to be the girl raised by wolves, or protected by the forest creatures. I want to find someone who makes me feel so loved I won't even have to doubt it anymore. I need something to prove me wrong that my end won't be as tragic as how it all was written in the start. It's time I pick up the pencil. It's time I start rewriting my life.

- Dreaming of Wolves// Short Stories