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A fic where a bored magician notices this and decides to trap Tim and every man that has loved him in a fantasy world 👀

Tim is the princess, of course. Beautiful, immaculate, pure, brilliant. He's also extremely mad that he's trapped in this fairy tale and he's the only one aware of the spell. He likes the pompous dresses of his wardrobe and he adores being called a princess with tender rather than mockery, but he's *not* going to follow the ridiculous drama that the magician has set up for him.

Meanwhile all of Tim's not-boyfriends are here too! Their roles are, somehow, expected:

Ra's is an emperor from a foreign country. Widowed and raising his children alone. He's enamoured with Tim and offers princess Tim a life outside the castle and traveling around the world. Ra's is also a dragon that will burn everything down if that's what it takes to protect his beloved Tim.

Jean-Paul is Tim's loyal knight. He was trained to serve the princess but his love is real and true. He would give his life for Tim and he has made peace with loving his princess in silence, resigning himself to the fact that eventually Tim will marry some prince or king. Jean's just a knight, he can't dare to tell the princess that he loves him... But Jean always protects Tim. Always.

Jason is a royal general. He is of noble blood, but he's not a prince and his power comes from being of a military lineage that has won plenty of battles. He's brave and rough and dangerous, and he wishes to have the fairest creature of the court: Timothy.

Damian is the prince of Gotham, the closest kingdom to the Drake's state. He's arrogant, a genius, and also a wonderful artist. His love for Tim is complicated, and Tim shivers everytime Damian looks at him with those unreadable green eyes.

Bruce is Gotham's king. He is aware of Damian's feelings towards Tim, and he (Bruce) hides his own emotions deep in his mind. He is forbidden to love Tim, specially when the princess is so young and better than a broken man like him. Bruce allows Damian to court Timothy, and he smiles when he sees Damian painting Tim's portrait.

Kon is the son of king Alexander Luthor of Metropolis. His attraction to Tim is - funny. Kon's a playboy, spending his time at battles and parties, never settling down with anyone. Yet he's not shy to send courting gifts to princess Tim, and he talks of their wedding as a fact rather than a wish: Tim will be his wife and queen, or so Kon swears.

Lonnie, leader of the rebellion, refuses to speak of his relationship or feelings towards princess Tim. He has none of those ridiculous attachments to that crown clown that should be destroyed. Lonnie will destroy the monarchy, and he won't show mercy to the princess (except Lonnie never strikes his promised attack, and everything are just whispers in the dark night).

Tim, the only one who knows they are trapped in a spell, tries his best to break it, but as time passes, he finds that the only way to break free is to take a route that the magician hasn't considered.

That's how princess Tim ends up running away with Lobo, an scary warrior of the other side of the world, whose smile has been the last view of people before death and whose sword has destroyed empires. Lobo, who had winked at Tim one time in the real world, is the key to finally break the spell.

They all go back to their real lives, ashamed and blushed, and also angry at the vivid memory of coming back and seeing Lobo and Tim in the center of it all, kissing.

Lobo leaves Earth, as usual, but not before casually telling Tim that, if he wanted to marry one day... Well, Lobo has been thinking of settling down for a while now, and Tim is a good match. He's just saying the obvious, okay? Totally no feelings involved!

Tim concludes that being a princess isn't that bad.

Random thought but Tim is basically a Disney princess:

- Lost his mother

- Had an stepmother

- Toxic dad

- Has been poisoned

- Good with kids&animals

- People are attracted by his kind nature & get softer around him

- Problems "fixed" when a handsome powerful man takes him in

The True Beast

Pairing: Gaston!Hyunjin x Belle!Reader

Genre: yandere au + beauty and the beast au

Summary: What if Gaston managed to intervene before Belle went off in search for her father?

Warnings: yandere content, dark/possessive/toxic/ abusive themes ahead, please read at your own risk

You sighed, snapping your book closed in order to glare up at the annoying man dressed in red.

“Hyunjin, enough of this. I already said I wouldn’t marry you.”

Your words came out harsher than you wanted, but you hoped that maybe this time he would actually listen to them. It was becoming exhausting to turn him down day after day. Dodging the constant flow of advances sent your way. You didn’t want him. You simply never would. He was everything you despised in a person. Cocky. Arrogant. A delusional sense of entitlement.

“I know you’re just playing hard to get, Y/n, but this game we are playing is starting to get tiresome.”

“Then take the hint,” you whispered, shaking your head before leaving him and his ego standing alone in the street.

* * *

You strolled up to your cottage near the outskirts of town, your shoes clicking against the cobblestone ground. Your eyes were fixated on the page in front of you, completely emerged in the story unfolding.

“How is it I’ve looked at you my whole, and yet it feels like I’m now finally getting to truly see you?”

The prince gripped onto her chin, tilting her head up to stare deeply into her eyes. Slowly leaning in, his eyes flickering down to her lips.

—

Without warning, your body collided with another, sending you stumbling backwards. Simultaneously letting out a surprised yelp, you snapped your eyes up from the page you were reading.

“Father?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, mon rayon de soleil, I didn’t see you coming,” your father replied, startled.

You watched as he fastened the the ropes of a carriage securely to the saddle of his horse, Philippe.

“You’re off already? I thought you weren’t leaving until tomorrow morning.”

“I wasn’t planning on leaving so soon,” he solemnly explained, “But the journey is going to be longer than I originally anticipated.”

A small pout formed on your lips, “I understand, have a safe travel, okay?”

You leaned up onto your lip toes, pressing an endearing kiss onto your father’s cheek. Turning towards Philippe, you dragged your hand across his snout.

“And you, take care of my father for me.”

* * *

The cottage was eerily silent all night without your father present. You thought you’d be use to his escapades by now, but you never really could get comfortable with the thought of him travelling alone.

Sighing, you kicked yourself out of bed.

“I can’t sit around and worry all day,” you muttered to yourself, pulling your hair back and tying a ribbon around to keep it in place.

You grabbed a small wicker basket, preparing to head to the town’s bakery. Slipping on your shoes, you exited your home, skipping down the pathway to the gate.

Suddenly, the booming sound of hooves pounding against the ground caught your attention. Whipping your head in the direction of the noise, your mouth fell agape in a silent gasp.

“P-Philippe,” you questioned, running over to the frantic horse, “Where’s your carriage? Where’s my father?”

The horse kicked out it’s leg, shattering a wooden board of the fence in half.

“You wait right here!”

You turned around, running back into your home, trying to gather up all the supplies you need to search for your the last piece of family you had left.

The door to your cottage slowly created open, only to slam shut seconds later. Halting all your movements, you carefully crept out into the conman area.

“Hello,” you called out.

Your eyes scanned around the room until they landed on a familiar man wearing obnoxiously bright red. A grin spread across his lips the moment his eyes landed on your figure. A tiny bouquets of half-wilted daisies were gripped in his hand.

Oh no, not again, you internally groaned. He sauntered up to you, successfully cornering you in the back room of your home.

“These are for you,” he happily exclaimed, holding out the pathetic grouping of flowers.

You sighed, “You know I can’t accept those.”

“Look, Y/n, you haven’t given me an honest shot-”

“I have, Hyunjin, many many times. Like I’ve said before, I am not interested.”

His eyes began to grow dark at your words, causing an anxious pit to grow in your stomach. It was almost as if something had snapped inside him. The hopeful grin was wiped off his face in seconds, leaving behind a scowl. Avoiding his gaze, you look down to the wooden floorboards.

“N-Now, I really don’t have time for this,” you mumbled, deciding to attempt pushing past the persistent man, “Something terrible has happened to my father-”

A loud yelp escaped past your lips the second a painfully tight grip wrapped itself around your arm, jerking you back to your original spot.

“I didn’t say you could leave,” he growled, tightening his grip even more.

Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes, fear and pain coursing through your body.

“Hyunjin, let go. Please. You’re hurting me,” you pleaded while desperately trying to tug your arm from his grasp.

A low chuckle erupted from Hyunjin’s chest. He pulled you in closer, colliding his lips roughly onto yours. Your hand raised up, preparing yourself to slap him, but he easily caught your wrist.

“You don’t want me,” he murmured breathlessly after pulling away.

Even though his eyes were staring intensely into yours, he sounded like he was talking to himself.

“You’re mine, why can’t you understand that!” he suddenly bellowed, causing you to flinch away.

“I-I was never—” you tried to meekly reply, but your voice was cut off by a force throwing you backwards, making you to crash down to the ground below.

You felt Hyunjin’s boot overlap onto your hand, stepping down. A sickening crack echoed throughout room. You let out a shriek of pure agony, tears now streaming uncontrollably down your cheeks.

“You don’t need anyone else but me, darling. Not your pesky father. Not anyone else in this dreadful little town.”

Removing his boot from your hand, he crouched down beside you. His own hand reached out, wiping away some stray tears that slipped down your cheeks.

“I gave you many chances not to break my heart, ma belle, but you just never took them. Looks like it’s finally my turn to break you.”

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I tried to add some French petnames to make it more connected to Beauty and the Beast, but why do I feel like I butchered it😭

The Leather Loafers

Words: 11.2k Genre: Fluff & Humour, Cinderella!Au Summary: Yes. You went to the ball. Yes. You ran into the prince. Yes. The shoe fits. BUT-! You aren’t that Cinderella bitch. THEY’VE GOT THE WRONG PERSON! Warnings: Swearing…that’s really it. lol

Midnight strikes the clock.

A child is curled up at the fireplace to stay warm. The cinders crackle, dusting along her cheeks but the girl pays no mind, staring straight into the flickering flames. A few of the orphans behind her snicker beneath their hands. “Look at the new kid! She’s so dirty! We should call her Cin-”

A chunk of coal smacks the boy right in the forehead and he falls back on his butt, outright stunned. The mischievous smiles of all the other orphans fall as she holds a steaming fire iron like a sword.

“You want to fight?! Fight me like a real person instead of laughing behind my back! Huzzah!”

The children scream in terror, arms in the air as they scatter and run. A bunch of them end up toppling over each other in a heap and you laugh, swinging the device that’s used to poke the fire. The mother of the orphanage comes over in hysterics, dragging you away. “Let go of me!”

“Y/N!” She screeches, “This is unacceptable!”

The small, meager dwelling is in absolute chaos.

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Beauty and The Beast || jjk ( m )

Summary: When you were dragged to the beast’s castle you were expecting to be locked away, not to be greeted by luxury and the mysterious boy who you must sleep with every night - maybe it’s all just part of the curse.

Genre: fairytale!au, smut, fluff, angst

Length: 11.6k

A/N: i tried so so hard writing this so please shower me with copliments ;) but seriously i wrote this in a week and instead of getting a break i’m onto the next fairytale,, so please please PLEASE show me support and maybe some praise TT i won’t survive otherwise,,

The wind was fierce, howling and thrashing through the tall alpine trees, nipping at your cheeks and nose, you wished you’d realised it was warning you about what was to come. The sky was a lazy grey and as the branches creaked under the force of the wind and cold, a single snowflake fell from the sky and landed on your hand, melting instantly.

The snow was expected, and you smiled at its delicate descent only to have a shiver run up your spine as if someone was watching you. Before you could shout and ask if someone was out in the woods, the wind whipped up again, drowning out your voice.

Each step you took towards the golden glow of your cottage reminded you of the dull ache in your legs from a day of hunting but readjusting the two rabbits you had managed to catch on your back, you continued to walk home knowing your brothers would be hungry and worried.

A scream shattered the silence and the door to your small cottage swung open to reveal Jin, yelling your name and your feet that had felt frozen in place began to move as you sprinted to the house, arm already reaching to your back to pull your curved hunting knife from its sheath.

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Prompt #9:

The cursed Prince

When Arthur was young he was cursed. A punishment for all his cruelties.

The next time he misused his powers as the Prince of Camelot against his people he started growing horns. They grew bigger and he became beastlier with every misbehaviour.

In order to become the handsome prince he once was he needs someone to show - and teach - him kindness.

Though who would help out the disgraced prince that has scared away everyone long ago?

I read the fic before I found this on Tumblr, and I would like to say that both the story and pictures were absolutely gorgeous!

here are the drawings i made for @fahye​‘s super wonderful fairytale otayuri AU, hood & glove! i wish they did any justice to the beauty of the writing and imagery, but one must work with what one has, &c. please read the fic. thank you

Imagine Your OTP Au (not aware)

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Fairytale Au: (Quest for the flower) Person A is walking around the forest lost and confused when they hear…

Person B: “Hmm, hello, little one~”

Person A: (Looks up one of the trees to see Person B on one of the tallest branches) “Person B? What are you doing up there?”

Person B: “I might ask the same of what you are doing down there?” *They jump down, beside Person A and asked slight worried for them* “Did you get lost?”

Person A: “Well, yes rather but no matter why are you in this forest and with… Pointed ears? Are you an elf or fae of some sort?”

Person B: “Yes, its quite a bit of a story but I’m suppose to be the guide and guardian of this part of the forest, to help lost ones. Though *Holds Person A’s hands in theirs* I am glad I’m in your company! So what happened to you.”

Person A: “Kind of long story too, but the main point of it is I was sent from a little village I woke up in, to find a special healing flower-”

Person B: “Oh you mean the Meray of the Mist?”

Person A: “Yes, that one!”

Person B: “Then please let me help you! After you, my dear~”

Imagine Your OTP Au

Swan Lake-ish Au: Person B has been turned into a swan by the evil sorcerer and Person A stumbles upon the lake to find such an adorable swan…

Person A: “Oh, hello little friend! May I sit here, I promise not to cause you any trouble.” (The swan Person B nods their head for them to sit in front of the tree)

Person A: (Taking a seat and pulls out their sketchbook) “May I draw you! You sure you would be wonderful at posing for an image.” 

Person B then nods and chooses a stance to pose. Person A then smiles and laughs to themself and gives them complements like ‘What a beautiful swan you are!’, ‘Aw look at how cute you are!’, ‘You’re really good at this!’ When it finally becomes sunset and Person B transforming in front of them.

Person A: “Well, that’s… unexpected. Um… *looks down to their nearly finished picture* W-would you like to see how the drawing turned out!”

Person B: (Looks over) “It’s quite good, my dear!”

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Bonus: Person A: (After talking for a bit asks) “So Evil Curse, huh?”

Person B: (Nods)

Person A: “Happens a lot in this area.”/ “You wouldn’t believe how much that happens recently!”

Extra Bonus: Person A: “Do need any help breaking it?”

Person B: (Looks up at them) “Would you be so kind?”

Person A: “Of course! After all you seem very sweet!”

Epilogue: Could either go around trying to find their true love to realizing it was them all along or Person A confessing to them and Person B reciprocating it which permanently breaks the curse for the sun to rise and them remaining human, maybe they confess when confronting the sorcerer or when they are both in danger. Whichever you prefer.

Finished request for @princeasimdiya12 ! I hope you like it! Thank you for your patience 💜

Fairytale AU with Iida, Uraraka, and Izuku from MHA. Izuku as Aladdin, Uraraka as Cinderella, and Iida as Perseus. Uraraka distracts Iida while Izuku swipes some apples! 🍎

(If you made a request or sent me an Ask, and I haven’t finished it yet, it’s not because I’m ignoring you, I just have a lot to do and I will finish requests/Asks when I can 👍)

Cold as ice pt2

You looked through the trees to see the dark clouds rolling across the starry night sky. You don't know how far you'd gotten or where you were but you just kept going with no goal in mind until a sparkle caught your eye. You looked at the object submerged in the snow and pulled it out. It was the largest snowflake you'd ever seen. It was as your palm and it glistened in the moonlight like it was a star that fell out of the sky. Holding it made a chill consume you, even with such a warm coat it felt like you were almost nude. You didn't even realize the blizzard swirling around you until the specks of ice grazed your skin, however it felt like hands caressing you. Like a spirit of sorts.

"Thank you for finding that" the flurry whispered.

You shot the flurry a look.

"I must really be going crazy if I can hear nature itself speak" you said blatantly.

"No you are not going insane, do you not remember the eyes you saw through the frosted glass?" It asked.

"The snow king? Nothing but a folk tale my nana would tell, such things can't exist for the seasons are merely due to the earth's orbit" you explained, you didn't believe what was happening.

Suddenly you felt a sudden chill upon your forehead, your eyes shut in response to the coldness for a few seconds before you opened your eyes to see a pale man dressed in white. His skin was so pale it was like that of fresh snow and his hair was curled and coloured a pale blue like that of glacial ice.

"You sound so smart trying to disprove what is happening to yourself, but you are a mortal who has a lot to learn" he said in a cold tone as he took the snowflake from your hand and put it to his chest so that it'd rejoin his body.

"I don't usually interact with anyone but you were able to find a part of my body, so I must thank you" he said, still with little emotion to his words. He'd seen many humans through his many centuries but you were something different. He could see a lot of potential within you.

"Would you like to join me on my journey back to my castle? For I can teach you so much more than what humanity could fathom" he offered but you quickly declined.

"No, I need to find my home for all I see back in that town is decay" you explained. He'd caught on to what you'd said rather quickly, you were obviously fallen victim to the shards of the devil's mirror. Obviously you could only see the world through it's distorted lens.

"But I'm afraid you can not, for this world is not the same anymore, you are cursed to see this world as a horrible mess, as long as my magic surrounds you, you'll see what I create as what it truly is" he replied. You tried to leave but his icy hand clasped around your wrist. You yelped in pain as his grip burnt coldly.

"You refuse me, the snow king" he hissed before he grabbed the back of your head and forced you into his cold kiss. You passed out in his arms due to how low your body temperature dropped. He never liked people who objected to him but at least when you woke you'd be more than willing to comply with his orders as you would have very few memories of your life for every kiss he bestowed the closer one would be to death. He'd already kissed you twice so he vowed he'd refrain from kissing you again as that would most likely kill you.

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"(Y/n)!" Bruno called out while he struggled in the deep snow and strengthening winds. He could feel the sting of small shards of ice hitting his cheeks.

"(Y/n) please come back!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as he began to cry. He didn't understand why you acted the way you did and ran away. He was hoping that you'd not passed out In the harsh snow, however he did not care about his own safety while he searched.

He'd gone on for hours in the icy winds. At this stage he was howling your name with a hoarse throat as he stumbled around with the last of his energy before passing out.

The morning came and he was woken by a group of men asking what the hell he'd been up to. He explained his dilemma and asked if they'd seen you but they replied that you'd either died in the snow or did not want to be found, which of course upset him. He kept searching in the snow during the winter but still to no avail. Locals kept telling him he should give up but he couldn't, he knew you were alive and possibly in danger.

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You woke up on a fur pelt. You looked around to see that you were in a castle completely made of ice. The light from the setting sun reflected around the entire room, turning it an orange hue.

You groaned while running your head. Your mind tried to comprehend what had happened but you couldn't remember anything, not even your own name.

"You're finally awake" you heard a male say. You turned to where you heard the voice to see a pale man dressed in white.

"W… who are you?" You asked him.

"My name is Ghiaccio, most however know me as The Snow King" he introduced himself as he approached you.

"I found you in the forest nearly freezing to death so I decided I would bring you here" he explained as he patted your soft hair almost like you were a small dog.

"I can't seem to remember anything… Do you perhaps know anything about me?" You asked him.

"I can't say I know much, I can only really tell you two things. Your name is (Y/n) and that you can never return home" he replied. Before sitting on the icy throne beside him.

"And why would that be?" You asked.

"Because your eyes and heart have been tainted by the devil's mirror shards, as soon as you were to return all you would see is the hideous illusions it creates" he explained.

"Perhaps you've already ruined the relationships you had because of it" he continued.

"So I've decided to keep you here for soon your very heart will be frozen like mine"

Ooh like it, clever twist on beauty and the beast.

In love with your dark side | Pt. 1

• Pairing: Beauty!Taehyung x Beast!Yoongi • Genre: Fluff, bit of Angst | Rating: Teen and Up | Beautyandthebeast!AU / Fairytale!AU • Words: 5k | AO3 | Gifset Trailer • Disclaimer: anxiety, mentioning of a curse

written with @cassiavioletblue​

↳ Yoongi had tried not to think about what would happen if someone saw him but his mind had wandered through all of their possible reactions anyway: screaming, laughing, shock… he’s had so many horrible encounters in his mind and yet the boy in front of him didn’t react like in any of his thoughts.

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Min Companies was designed to impress, he had learned that at his first day. The golden letters above the entrance were only enhancing the feeling and when he had stepped in, the statue of a young boy and his father was making Taehyung stop and stare at the strange fountain. He hadn’t known how much time had passed when a young woman called out his name and he startled.

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This is so beautiful, Tae has a pure soul and is so sweet.

In love with your dark side | Pt.2

• Pairing: Beauty!Taehyung x Beast!Yoongi • Genre: Fluff, bit of Angst | Rating: Teen and Up | Beautyandthebeast!AU / Fairytale!AU • Words: 5k | AO3 | Gifset Trailer • Disclaimer: anxiety, mentioning of a curse

written with @cassiavioletblue​

↳ Yoongi had tried not to think about what would happen if someone saw him but his mind had wandered through all of their possible reactions anyway: screaming, laughing, shock… he’s had so many horrible encounters in his mind and yet the boy in front of him didn’t react like in any of his thoughts.

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“One black coffee, please.” Taehyung said as he searched through his wallet if he had enough money with him, ignoring the baristas weird look as he was already carrying a cupboard try with two cups from a different brand in them. He paid, thanking her sweetly and just as he slipped out of the coffee shop, the young barista closed the doors behind him, locking it firmly. 

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Prompt #2

There is not NEARLY enough Rapunzel AU fanfics. I'm thinking of mighty witcher Geralt coming across a lone, tall, moss, ivy, and lavender covered tower out in the woods, and being surprised to find a young man imprisoned there. I love the idea that instead of paintings like Disney's Rapunzel used to fill up her time and tower, that instead he sings and makes songs, so there's like.. Lyrics and sheet music scribbled onto the walls.

♡!Optional addons!♡ • Geralt is tracking down an evil infamous mage, of whom turns out to be the captor of this gorgeous musician he found

• Jaskier has blonde hair until it's cut like in Tangled, to call back to his Dandelion roots (hah.. Roots... Like hair... and dandelions..) • We could go the Disney's Tangled route and have there be a lost Prince Julian that Jaskier just so happens to resemble (and secretly is)

• Perhaps Jaskier is physically bound there by magic or chains, Or perhaps he's there out of nothing more than guilt, shame, and/or fear toward the person keeping him there • Perhaps Jaskier is a painter in this universe, and above all, wants to see real buttercups, dandelions, etc, out in the wild, for they don't grow near his tower, and the best he can get is his own paintings of their descriptions in books.

• Maybe if we feel more adventurous, Jaskier could be part harpy, kept in a mage's tower in a birdcage, kept for his magical hair activated by his magical singing (Ooh, this gives me more bird jaskier ideas.. You might see those soon)

• Or perhaps, after Blaviken, a witcher is sealed away in a tower, only for some dumbass (affectionate) struggling bard to stroll across and think it a perfect shelter from the oncoming rain.

Prompt #3

Geralt is the spirit of winter. He brings death and sickness wherever he goes. He understands when the people in towns shun him and cower in fear rather than greeting such a powerful being. He's just kind of... Grown used to the hatred. The fear. Humans don't like him. He is nothing but death. A killer. It's near the end of his time, this year. The seasons will change and he can stop tormenting the poor humans. He doesn't like his job, but it's the only job he can do. The world needs winter. Just like how the world needs spring. But spring just... Isn't coming. Where is the spring spirit? Thus the spirit of winter goes on a journey atop his trusted mare to find the lost spirit of spring, only to come across him captured by idiotic humans and on the edge of life. Winter defeats the villains and brings the spirit of spring back to his own home to watch over him as he heals. When the spirit of spring, Jaskier, comes to, Geralt finds it hard to dislike him. No wonder the humans love spring so much. It's bringer sings nearly all words and soothes with every move he makes. Geralt is sure the spirit of spring could never even grow to like him, let alone love him. This becomes a problem, because Geralt is growing head over heels with Spring's Spirit as he hosts his convalescence.

♡!Optional addons!♡ • Jaskier has always looked up to the spirit of winter, and has just been afraid to introduce himself (perhaps even already having made songs about him)

• Maybe instead of just normal humans, perhaps Jaskier was kidnapped by mages

• Perhaps we could also meet the spirits of autumn and summer. Eskel and Lambert? Yen and Ciri? Triss?

• Geralt is afraid to touch Jaskier in fear of making his flowers and goodness and warmth die (Jaskier wants nothing more than for Geralt to touch him)

Guys I must have a problem or something, because this is the second Black Butler Fairytale AU that has Sebastian in the role of the protagonist 😭

What is it based off this time? Fuckin’ Rapunzel. (Not the Disney version, the original fairytale that Disney based it off of.)

Okay to be completely frank, this AU kinda combines elements of both, in a way?

It’s not much, just basic scraps of a story, but if anyone here is a Sebamey fan you might like this ^^

So basically, Sebastian is a demon chilling in a tower, far from human society. (I can see Sebastian freaking the shit out of anyone who enters. He must be hella bored in there.)

Mey Rin’s backstory is kinda sorta the same as the manga; because of her gift (or curse, many would argue) of extreme farsightedness, she's mostly used as a living weapon by a triad, so she snipes and steals.

(Hell if we wanna cater to the manga further, we could maybe say she's sent to kill Sebastian and steal whatever he’s got in there, but later decides "hey y'know what I like this demon")

One difference is, instead of being killed, if she were to go against them, they would instead gouge out her eyes.

And upon finding out that she’s mingling with one of her targets? They do. Or rather, they try to. Regardless of whether the results are successful or not, poor Mey Rin is left blind.

And Sebastian, upon finding out what happened when these fuckers try to kill him themselves, is pissed.

So he kills the triad rather effortlessly of course (and slowly, mind you), and the poor demon is left alone thinking that the lovely woman he’s grown to love is dead. Thinking he’d never hear her lovely voice, or see her sweet smile, or her beautiful eyes.

Thankfully he finds out that she’s not dead. He doesn’t care that he can’t see her eyes or that she can’t see him or anything, he’s just happy she’s not dead aaaaa—

They embrace, he cries, and his tears heal her wounded eyes, restoring her vision. (Don’t ask me how tf this works this was how the original fairytale had it.)

(By restoring her vision, I mean to where she's no longer blind. She still has her farsightedness, though. As a near-sighted person, I don't wanna take her farsightedness away from her, it'd be dirty.)

Anyway they kiss and live happily ever after yaaaaaaaaaay 🥳

Can someone please take me out? Give me an excuse so I don’t have to give a Ted Talk to my class in 2 weeks when I could barley stand in front of them and talk for a group presentation. No? Okay, that’s...that’s fine.

On another note then, would you guys be interested in a fairytale AU with Madney and the Buckley siblings? I’m not trying to get ahead of myself here because I’m still in the middle of working on two stories right now, but I’ve been thinking a lot about Once Upon A Time and I’m kind of feeling inspired...idk. I have too many ideas hitting me all at once. 😭

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

Posting this so nobody can steal my ideAA

I'm making this a full blown au!! It's gonna be a fairytale au! Its also an Alice in wonderland au but yk!

Yes Bob is cheshire. Alice will be a spot for people to insert their own ocs, and shaggy is the hatter! I do have other roles filled but yall need to wait for that!

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HELLO AND WELCOME TO WONDERLAND!

You've stumbled down the rabbit hole into a strange new world!

Askers and anons take the place of Alice! This is an au I'm currently working on that's based around different fairytale themed stories, but it's set around the kingdom of hearts! Some groups that will be included are the wizard of oz, farfaraway, and classic fairytales as well! It does have lore that will not be following the actual alice in wonderland story! And you can also try and guess who will fill what spots! Just have fun, maybe you'll figure out some lore yourself :]

[A man looms over you on the ground, holding onto his hat as he smiles] "Oh dear, looks like ya fell quite a bit!" [He laughs, standing up straight as he takes off his hat to dust it off] "No worries. I did too!"

[This is just an introduction post! I will be adding onto it as I finish designs of characters!!]

First off is Cheshire Bob!

Next is both refs I have for the Mad Hatter, Shaggy!

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