#fairytale!AU

[epilogue-and-prologue]

For the AU-gust Mashup:

Fili x Reader + Fairytale + “Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

No pressure at all! Thank you in advance for considering the request! <3

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Fandom: Lord of The Rings - The Hobbit Ship/Pairing: Fili x Reader Trope: Fairy Tale - Curse Note: Prompt is in the ask. Thanks @sotwk I don't have the occasion to write for Fili near enough. SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE. Warnings: Curse, losing your voice, not being able to communicate, near death experience. Word count: 1 954 Tag-list: @heilith @asgardianhobbit98 @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @fizzyxcustard @sotwk

The summer had barely begun, when you met him. At first, you thought he was an illusion. A trick of your mind. Clear eyes, blonde hair, he’d carried himself just like you thought he would. The Crowned Prince, they called him. He had introduced himself as Fili. Nothing more. He came and went to your stand on the market place. Over the course of a few months, he had become a vital presence in your life. Just as you did in his.

To your agony, none of you would speak of it aloud. In your mind only, could he hold you, could he be with you. The status was one thing. The other was how people called you: the witch. Fili would never refer to you in such a way. He once called you a “soft-spirited soul who could cure any wound”. It had made your heart beat so fast you thought he would surely see the beats on your skin. But, the herbs you used and the unguents? It was common knowledge, yet it was not as widely used as it should have been. It was considered a women’s trade first and then was replaced completely by modern medicine. They did not keep your stall empty though. Even, on occasions, some people would come to you for more than just healing. For a kind ear and a cup of ale. That was why it did not surprise you when the tall and grand man came, in his white robes and equally beautiful staff. He did not say his name but you would remember his face forever. An intricate affair of wrinkles and bones showing under his skin. It was as if he’d been taunt over an overused canvas. You had seen worse ugliness, worse gnarly members, deformed by arthritis or unfair accidents. It was nothing new and you thought nothing of it.

“What may I help you with tonight, traveller?”

His robe was stained on the hems, earth and what you assumed was crusted mud over it. He did not move, only following your movements across the room with intent. His lips seemed to be moving, but no sound came out of them. Uneasy, you sat down and offered a cup of warm tea, just brewed. He stayed motionless.

“You look just like her, you know? — What?”

The jolt almost made you knock over your tea. The last time someone compared you to anyone else was when your grandmother was alive. Could he have known her? Or was he toying with you?

“You like just like your grandmother…” He stepped into your space, closing in on you. A chill ran down your spine. He had known her then. “The same eyes, the same face, those same treacherous lips…” He grabbed onto your chin, a harsh grip forcing you into meeting his eyes. You were so scared you did not dare move a muscle. “And you will pay for her lies and her filthy words.”

He released you, your body meeting with the floor in a violent attempt at getting away from him. His staff pointed at you, he mumbled incoherent words. Then, some all too coherent ones.

“Blood of the blood of my enemy, I hereby punish you. For your grandmother broke my heart with her words and it will break yours too! You will remain speechless, until someone confesses their love for you. Only if they do and you love them in return, the curse shall be lifted. A day and a night you shall have before the words strangle you. Hear my wrath, blood of the blood and know your time to be shortened.”

A maniacal laugh echoed through the room, white and grey fog sneaking through the door. You raised your head and he was gone, heaps of smoke the only sign he was there at all.

The next morning, you were mute.

———— It had taken a heavy toll on you. People could not understand why from one day to the next, your voice had gone out. The weather could not explain it. You couldn’t any more either.

Of course, Fili chose that day to show up. He did not exactly chose, for it was the first time in weeks he had managed to have some free time. Naturally, he arranged to come and see you.

“Hello.”

The smile you offered was…odd. Uneasy. He wondered what he could have done to deserve this thin lipped, excuse of a smile. You were always so quick to smile brightly, even in the early hours of the morning, eyes stinging with the last remnants of sleep.

“Are you not going to say it back?”

He rose an eyebrow, more out of curiosity than animosity. You tried. You really, really tried to tell him. But the clients were growing impatient and the line was growing thick behind him. Upon seeing you interact with them, gestures and half guessed prices, Fili realised you were not choosing not to answer. You could not. In an impulse, he jumped over the stand and joined you behind.

“Hello, good sir, what might we do for you today?”

The dandy man blinked once. Twice. His eyes kept going from you to Fili before choosing to ignore the fact that the future heir to the kingdom was now selling herbs and creams on the market. You could not stop him even if you had wanted to. Before you could try to intervene, he had already taken it upon himself to help you. He pushed you back and sat you down on your chariot. He did not stop, not for one minute. The whole morning he served and listened sometimes turning to you for confirmation. You intervened once or twice, and that was that. How long did he observe you to know almost as much as you did? From where you were you saw him leave his heavy pelted coat, warmed up by the activity. His shoulder blades barely hidden behind a linen shirt, became a good distraction to the feeling of helplessness within. Your fingers twitched once or twice, wanting nothing more than to reach out for him. You knew you couldn’t. But one can always dream. Right? Suddenly in lack of clients, he turned to you, chest rising rapidly. A hint of hair peeked from under his collarbones and you had a hard time focusing on his words.

“Now. How did you lose your voice?”

A real worry started to gain his face even as he smirked. He could not fool you anymore. His eyes started studying you, as if your face could tell him what had happened.

“Did you catch a cold?”

You shook your head and sighed. This was going to be impossible to explain. Suddenly, you sprung to your feet grabbing his hand. If he had been in his right mind, he would have stuttered and crumbled internally at that. Luckily he wasn’t and merely blushed when you did. Your hands were showing him something.

“Something to write?”

Excitedly, you nodded. He pulled a piece of paper and a charcoal out of his pocket and handed them to you. In quick words, you explained the situation to him. As he read on, his heart kept sinking. He knew his attachment to be love. Fili had known for quite some time. Regardless, if you did not feel the same then it was a doomed story. The deadline was growing closer as each moment passed and he was losing his mind. He kept pacing trying to find another way out of it. There was none. Even if he had gone to Gandalf - the sorcerer of the Kingdom - it would be too late before he’d come up with a solution. His only hope was to tell you how he felt. In the unlikely odds, that maybe, you would not reject him. If not, he’d make your last day a feast and a paradise. The taste of grief melted in his mouth. He swallowed it soon. In a whisper and an extended hand, he called you to him. When you took his hand, shaking and hesitant, his heartbeat accelerated.

If only he knew. His face told you everything. You could see his resolution disappear with every passing moment. He had no solution. So, he did not love you in the end and the dreams you had about living together were just dreams. You almost cried when he pulled you in, embracing you in his arms, his warmth. He could not look at you and you could not blame him for it.

“It’s time I told you…”

You held your breath, a deep sigh shaking him. He took your face in his hands, gentle and tender.

“I am afraid that all those months I have deceived you.”

Your heart sank again and as you struggled in his hold, he stopped you.

“Let me finish, please.”

You nodded, tearful sobs already on the edge of your lips.

“I have not been honest. From the very first time we met, I knew. I knew I would come to love you. I did not stop it. I knew our stations would not match. It didn’t bother me. It still doesn’t. I don’t care if you don’t love me back. I need you to hear this…”

Tears ran down your cheeks. He had to be lying. He had to be. How could he say such lies when you were in this deadly situation? How could he toy with you like this. Again, you struggled against his hold and he gripped your shoulders. Through the cloths his heat was both a fast poison and a powerful balm.

“Just look at me. Forget everything else. Forget where we are. Just listen to me.”

You did. You looked at him and his sea-coloured eyes. A deep feeling of content took root inside of you. Maybe if you were to die by tomorrow, enjoying him was not the worst thing you could be doing right now. So you did as he said and focused on his voice, his eyes, his neatly braided beard. Your fingertips combed gently through it and it made him stutter for a moment.

“I love… No. I adore you. You will not die today, I will not allow it. Never will I allow it. You cannot leave me like this. There were shadows in me before, now there’s only your light. Yours and no one else. How you did it, I will never know but I love you. I love you, and I will always love you until the end of time… —I love you too.”

Your voice croaked as if it had been unused for years. It startled both of you. An immense joy washed over you and you jumped into his arms, breathing him in, basking in his warmth. He held on to you so tight, it was sure to leave marks. The market around you was unchanged but you were. He looked at you dead in the eye, a mere centimetres from your face.

“Never, ever, do that again. —No promises.”

You laughed and squealed when he mumbled about “promises” and “worried sick” and you being the death of him one day. Quickly, in between two rants you pulled him to you and kissed him. He continued on for a good moment before he realised what had happened. He blushed furiously, the corner of his lips lifting. Soon, your lips found his, gently. He wanted to enjoy that kiss and all the others coming afterwards.

People around you, were sure to have something to talk about the next day.

On the other hand, you would choose to be nowhere else but right there in his arms.

All their words be damned.

#fotfics #prompts #fairy tale #au gust 2023 #fili x reader #fairytale!au #the hobbit fic

[captainbogwitch]

Excerpt: The Princess, the Knight, and the Beast

Sidon laughs. “Well, aren’t you so considerate? You have all the makings of such a pretty little prince consort, tell me why I shouldn’t steal you away to the Domain once your quest is complete?” Link’s heart jumps to his throat.

“Besides the inability to breathe underwater? I have quite the temper, or so I’m told, I’d be causing wars and skirmishes all across the ocean.” Link signs. The very idea of going underwater was impossible, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play along with the fantasy.

“For you, my dear, I’d stop a thousand wars.” Sidon’s hand reaches up to take the Hylian’s and presses it to his mouth gently. Link has to stop himself from visibly shivering, his heart thundering in his chest so loudly he’s absolutely sure that the prince can hear it. “I will see you again, under the quarter moon, Link.” The prince dips below the surface and is gone as quickly as he appeared. Link lays on his back on the raft, breathless, allowing himself to dream for a moment of a life beneath the waves.

#repost #as a writing sample for a totk zine! #sidlink #sidlink fic #link/sidon #my writing #i needed a fresh link and im too lazy to find the older post rip #link #sidon #fairytale!au #botw sidon #botw link #totk #my fic

[themidlibrary]

𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍 + ❝ 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗅❞

Ma jolie,

In this life, there are only two concrete truths: our own mortality in the face of time that passes and my love for you, for such facts, I ask you to marry me.

Forget all the norms and obligations that surround us, forgetting what holds us back and forgetting the fears and hesitation that comes with that feeling; I want to grow old by your side and experience the different sensations that the world and our love can provide.

Meet me at midnight, say yes and I'll make you mine, just like you'll make me yours.

De votre estime

Rook Hunt

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #disney twst #twisted wonderland scenarios #pomefiore #rook x reader #rook hunt #gn reader #fairytale!au

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hey Astra! Okay, I decided to request a little something if that's fine. It's all up to you if you want to write this and please remember to take breaks between writing! 💗 For your 200 followers event, may I please request Katakuri x Fem!Reader with Beauty and The Beast AU with fluff prompt 3 please ("That dress looks breathtaking on you.")? Again, congratulations on 200 followers and thank you for taking this request! 💕

Warnings: fluff, just fluff

Word Count: 1200

So I love Katakuri and he’s treated as a monster just as he is, so I made minimal changes in his ‘beast’ form. Basically, his fangs are bigger, and longer, more than his mouth has that stitched up look, they’re basically all over his body, making his body look almost patchwork (think Sally from nightmare before christmas, mismatched looking skin and all) his face still looks basically the same though, still fairly tall, not as tall though, otherwise I’d need to make the reader way taller, he still towers over the reader, but he can dance with her without having to pick her up and hold her. I really didn’t want to mess with his looks too much). 

Looking in the broken mirror, Katakuri sighed, his usual vest, pants and scarf replaced by something fancier, something more suited to the night’s activities. The outfit felt strange though and it did nothing to soothe his nerves. 

“You’ll be perfectly alright, brother. I guarantee that she’s looking forward to this night.” Brulee said with a smile, her face appearing in one of the mirror shards. 

“Looking forward to it? After everything?” Katakuri asked incredulously. He’d trapped you in a tower, shouted at you several times, refused to let you have much in the way of freedom, and threatened your family. How on earth were you looking forward to this?

Similarly, you were getting ready in your own room, smiling as you twirled around in front of the mirror, admiring the dress. It was a beautiful red, the same red as his hair. Gold accents swirled across the bottom of the skirt, waist, and the very top of the dress. It was a rather floofy dress, but it was beautiful, just like Katakuri. You’d hated him at first, you’d called him a monster. All your older sister had done was take a pastry, a small donut to fill her incredibly empty stomach, just enough to get home to you. There had been dozens upon dozens of donuts, each bigger than the last, but she’d taken the smallest one. For that, he’d imprisoned her, for that, you had sacrificed yourself for her so that she could return to her husband. You had no such person who would care if you disappeared, only your sister. But she had a husband and a child, so you took her place. But with each day, you learned more, he wasn’t the monster you thought he was. He was alone, cursed, and in pain, blinded by anger and sadness, but not a monster as you’d once thought. Though it had taken you some time to get used to Brulee showing up randomly in mirrors. She’d been forever trapped in the mirror world when he’d been cursed, but she seemed oddly alright for being trapped. A familiar laugh drew your attention, smiling at the woman in the mirror. 

“You look wonderful, Y/n. My brother is waiting for you, he has quite the surprise.” Brulee said with a large smile. She’d been the one who made the first days tolerable, at least until Katakuri had opened up. Taking a deep breath, you exited the room, you were as ready as you’d ever be. 

Standing outside of the ballroom, you took a deep breath, the stage was apparently set, the room cleaned and polished, and Katakuri was awaiting you on the other side of the doors, apparently with a surprise. The doors opened, allowing you in. The ballroom was beautiful, the large chandelier shimmering, lighting up the beautiful room. Though you couldn’t help the giggle at the slight pastry theme. The next thing that caught your eye and simultaneously took your breath away, was Katakuri, standing there in a rather nice outfit, and lacking his signature scarf. Despite his nerves and fears, the sight of you in your dress took his breath away just as he had yours. He approached you slowly, he hesitated for a moment.

“That dress looks breathtaking on you.” Katakuri breathed, offering you his hand. You smiled, taking it as he led you to the center of the room. Music started to fill the room, Katakuri spinning you around in an elegant dance. Even with your minimal dancing experience, Katakuri was able to glide you across the floor as if you were an expert. From her place in the mirror, Brulee gave the two of you a happy, dreamy smile. It made her happy to see someone accepting her brother for who he was when even he, himself, didn’t accept himself. The two of you danced and danced, unsure of how much time was even passing as you stared into each other’s eyes. With each step, you could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him. Finally, he stopped, pulling you out onto the balcony, the cool night air a little chill on your bare shoulders. The feeling of Katakuri’s jacket on your shoulders made you smile, the man looking away with a blush. Taking a deep breath, he looked at you, a sad look in his eyes, one that had you confused and worried.

“Y/n I… you’re… I’m sorry, for imprisoning you and your sister. I… if you want to leave…” Katakuri looked away, afraid of your answer. Staring up at him, a little surprised, you came to your decision.

“I… so long as my sister is safe, I think… I think I’m happy here, with you.” you said, voice just above a whisper as you reached up, caressing his cheek. Katakuri’s eyes widened as he looked at you. You wanted to stay with him? The man could only nod, too shocked to say anything, though it only lasted a few seconds. Taking a deep breath, Katakuri nodded to himself.

“I want to show you something.” the man said finally, once more offering you his hand. Once more, you took it, trusting him. Leading you up to his room, he brought you to a glowing flower covered by a dome. The flower was missing a large number of petals, petals that lay at the base of the flower.

“When the last petal falls, I stay cursed, Brulee stays cursed.” Katakuri explained, a pained expression on his face. He’d briefly explained his curse, though not how to break it.

“Kata… let me help you. Tell me how to break it, not just for your sister, but for you as well. I want to break this curse over you.” you paused, swallowing hard, “Katakuri, I… I love you.” you whispered, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. Katakuri stood there in shock for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly as he kissed you back, not noticing as the extra stitches disappeared, his fangs shrinking back to their original size. Pulling away, you gasped at the sudden change. Mismatched skin now looked like normal skin, the stitches gone, all except for the ones on his mouth, his fangs smaller. Katakuri could already feel the difference, feel the size of his sharp teeth. Pulling you close once more, his lips met yours. While he was happy that the curse had been broken, he was happier that you cared for him, that you loved him. A tap on his shoulder drew his attention, Brulee standing behind him, smiling.

“Looks like you broke the curse, big brother, the question now is, are you going to marry her or not?” the woman asked with a laugh. His cheeks immediately flushed bright red as he looked away.

“O-only if she’ll have me.” he mumbled, his response making you giggle.

“Of course I’ll have you, Kata. No one else has my heart but you.” you responded, smiling as he pulled you close. Your beautiful monster, your love, he could finally be free, but more importantly, you had found someone that you loved and who loved you, someone who accepted you for you.

#Katakuri #charlotte katakuri #charlotte katakuri x reader #katakuri x reader #one piece katakuri #Katakuri fluff #fairytale!au #fluff

[wolfstarhaven]

Could you maybe do a fic rec for AUs where one character is like a prince or lord or rich dude and the other is the help. I’ve read a few really good wolfstars but I have a feeling there should be more out there. Possible some drarry? If you know any I will gladly read what you recvomens 😍

Hi anon🌸 Unfortunately, I haven’t read that many fics with this trope. Anyone else have any recs they’d like to share? However, here are a few that I’ve read:

The Kitchens, by lumosinlove (59k)

Sirius and Remus: A king and a commoner from two different worlds who will break all the rules for love.

General themes/feeling: royalty!au; strangers to lovers; Big Romance; dramatic; the Black family; happy ending.

Such a wonderfully written royalty au - a classic! It very much has a “princess-tale vibe”, with a lot of grandeur, big declarations of love, and the boys being star crossed lovers. A perfect royalty au!

Don't Call Me Sir, by DemonBanisher (2k)

Remus Lupin, the prince of Hogwarts is currently being attacked. Good thing his bodyguard Sirius Black is there to protect him.

General themes/feeling: muggle!au; royalty!au; bodyguard!sirius; gun fight; light physical injury; fluff.

Short and sweet, this little royal!remus fic is adorable and funny!

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes, by MoonCat457 (12k)

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Sirius. To his mother, he was a prince. However, little did she know that one day, he would indeed grow up to be a prince. A chance encounter in the woods led to an invitation to a royal ball and a chance to live out a dream for happiness he thought had died in his childhood.

General themes/feeling: Cinderella!au; Cinderella!sirius; prince!remus; love at first sight.

Very, very fairy-tale-y. If that’s something you like, then you might like this fic! A wolfstar version of Disney’s Cinderella (2015).

Friends in Rich Places, by wannnabesuper (14k)

Scholarship student Remus Lupin is working too many jobs just to get by. But when ultra rich Sirius Black takes an interest in him at a party, are things about to change? Of course they are; now Remus is working too many jobs and, when he has a bit of spare time, shagging a millionaire.

General themes/feeling: muggle!au; university!au; rich Sirius, broke Remus; misunderstandings.

Not a royalty au, but a rich!sirius poor!remus fic. And there’s no actual sugar daddy-dynamic in this fic, but there are some misunderstandings concerning this… oh, Remus is so oblivious!!

Bonus:

A Kingdom, or This, by makeitp1nk & secondsister (>19k, WIP)

A life of servitude, of doing as he’s told and continuing his line.

Or the man who changed everything.

I can’t say much about this fic, as I haven’t yet read it (I try to never read WIPs). I’ve been keeping an eye on it though, so I thought I might add it to the list in case someone would like to give it a go.

xx Elliot🌸

#r/s #wolfstar #wolfstar rec list #r/s rec list #wolfstar recs #royalty!au #rich!sirius #fairytale!au

[fanfic-hub-and-central]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker Characters: Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: anidala week 2023, Day 4, fairytale!au, padme saves anakin in this one, Knight!Anakin Skywalker, Princess!Padmé, tw - anakin doesn't get to eat when he's taken because the sith are evil, no beta we die like qui-gon jinn Summary:

A reckless knight goes to defeat the dragon Palpatine, ruler of the Sith Kingdom, and save his mother all on his lonesome. Grievously injured, and thrown in a dungeon and forgotten, what ever will he do?

 A love story between the Jedi Knight, and the Princess of Naboo. The Princess that saved him.

 (For Anidala week 2023! warning - The accent in Padme's name is missing because for some reason my laptop won't let me type it)

#anidala #anidala week 2023 #fairytale!au #prequels #star wars prequel trilogy #the clone wars #tcw

[realtacuardach]

Sea Glass and Pearls

Entry for The Mermaid/Selkie Wife (Day 2) of Obiyuki Week 2022 @snowwhite-andtheknight

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The marketplace rumbled around the woman in a pleasant cacophony as she drew closer to the stall. Pulling a pomegranate from one of the baskets lining the fruit vender’s cart, she brought it towards her face and breathed deeply. The smell of the ripe fruit blended pleasingly with the smell of the sea lapping against the shore, and the feeling soothed her as she tucked the fruit into her basket.

After paying, she walked down the aisle of market stalls, pausing in her path to examine a flower or pungent bundle of herbs. Market goers flooded the streets, waves of people ebbing and flowing around her as she walked, and she felt at peace.

By the time she stopped to finally sit and rest, the clamor of the marketplace was nearly drowned out by the continuous crashing of the waves against the rock where the castle perched in all its glory. Along the road lay a beautiful ledge of stone lining the edge of the cliffs. The woman brushed away the strands of red hair blowing into her face and sat down on the stone ledge. She looked out over the broad expanse of the sea, deep and wide and mysterious, and her stomach clenched. Hastily, she broke open the pomegranate and began to eat, hoping the fruit would quell the pangs.

A shadow fell across the stone beside her, and she looked back to see where a man stood watching the sea. A little uneasy around strangers still, she shifted slightly away from him, hoping he would not notice.

If he did, he didn’t speak of it. Instead, he continued to gaze into the sea and murmured about how beautiful it looked today. The woman followed the pull of his words, nearly as strong as the pull of the sea, and looked out as well.

She agreed, sighing, that it was indeed very beautiful.

The man settled beside her on the stone ledge, near enough for her to hear his voice clearly but not so close as to disturb her basket. He hummed tunelessly under his breath, and even amongst the crashing of the waves and the crying of the gulls, the sound thrummed through her blood.

Her curiosity overpowered her fascination with the sea and she turned to look at him.

As though sensing her scrutiny, he turned from the sea and looked back at her. He smiled and remarked at how the sea seemed to draw her in as well.

She nodded, blushing a little, although she was unsure why.

The man leaned forward conspiratorially, and whispered of a treasure he’d found by the sea that very day. His brow arched, and he asked if she would like to see it.

Again, she nodded, and watched in fascination as the man reached into the pocket of his threadbare coat and reverently pulled out a gorgeous conch shell.

She exclaimed, heart catching in her throat, as she watched the shell gleam in the noonday sun.

The unfamiliar man smiled an unfamiliar smile, and carefully placed the shell between them. He bid her pick it up, if she desired.

Slowly, she reached forward and curled her hands around the conch, her fingers catching and settling in the grooves. It felt complete in her hands, and she surprised herself with the tears welling in her eyes as she thanked the man.

The man shrugged off the thanks, but his eyes gleamed with pleasure. He asked if she knew that if she held it to her ear, she could hear the ocean?

She laughed out loud, and replied that she could hear the ocean without the shell.

The man exclaimed and leaned forward, asking if that was true. In response, she waved a hand towards the ocean and looked at him with a cheeky smile.

He barked a laugh in response, although the gleam in his eyes dimmed. There might be more shells just like that one, he confided to her. He had been thinking of going in search of more. His smile tentative, a little shy, the man asked if she would like to accompany him in his search.

Her conscience pricked her as she shook her head. She pleaded for his forgiveness, but she could not go to the ocean. Although she would love to search for more shells – especially in this man’s company, she could admit secretly to herself – she had promised that she would not return to the water.

Although she could not remember what had brought her to the shore, the young man who had found her and brought her to his home to recover said that she had been lying just beyond the reach of the waves. At first, he had seen the large wound on her head through the tangle of sand-streaked and sea-soaked hair, and had feared the worse. But then, she had breathed, and the young man had rescued her. The young man feared that whatever had become her, it had come from the sea, and feared for her safety. She herself could not tell him what had happened, for everything from before she had been found was murky and unfathomable.

With reluctant gratitude, she had agreed. Promises aside, it was hard to directly disobey the land’s prince.

The strange man looked intently at her as she explained, and the gold of his eyes gleamed beseechingly, pleadingly. His gaze glittered like the edge of the sea touched by the blazing sun, and the woman felt its pull.

The strange man held out his hand, and murmured with a smile–

“Won’t you go with me to the sea, my lady?”

Almost without her bidding, the woman reached toward the outstretched hand – and then started. The enthusiastic call from the prince echoed across the cliffs, and she could see him making haste from the castle towards her. She turned to face him, half-raising her hand in greeting before looking back at the strange man apologetically.

But he was gone.

Her open hand ached, and she gripped the conch tightly, to see if it was truly real, before tucking it hastily away in her basket. She rose to greet the prince.

~~~

It was strange to the woman that she could never truly get warm.

Even now, sitting by an ornate fireplace, she couldn’t prevent herself from shivering as she watched the maid the prince had assigned to her bustle to and fro. As much as she still had to learn about castle life, the woman knew the expectations placed on her for her debut were high, but her maid appeared even more nervous than she was.

The glittering woman staring back at her in the mirror looked unfamiliar, and she reached forward to touch the reflection, fingers gliding over the ornate embroidery of the gown, the jeweled pins sticking in her hair, the bright color spread across her cheeks.

She shivered again, and the maid squawked in matronly frustration. The maid glared at the pile of discarded furs in a nearby chair that, for all their thick fur and warm linings, had not provided enough relief against the cold. Not to be deterred, the maid dug into the back of a wardrobe, and exclaimed with pleased surprise. She brought a bundle over to the woman, draping it carefully around her shoulders.

Warmth settled over her, and the woman sighed with relief as her fingers stroked the material. The touch felt familiar beneath her fingers, the cape somehow both comfortable and cloying, and she peered carefully at it.

The maid smiled proudly and assured her that, while not new, the cape was made of good quality sealskin.

The force with which the woman flung the skin startled the both of them, and the woman stared at it for a few moments. She stammered a plea for forgiveness, she was unsure what had come over her. The woman apologized for taking up so much of the maid’s time, but declared she would go without a cape or fur.

Feeling strangely naked, she stepped out of the room to where the prince waited to escort her to the ball. His appreciative gaze warmed her enough to smile back, but as they made their way down the corridor, cold seeped into her bones at the memory of the discarded cape.

The prince managed two dances with her before his chancellors swept him away from an urgent discussion. Disappointment that her hours of dance practice were going to waste blended with relief that she could rest her aching feet, and she carefully slid away from the party and out towards an unoccupied balcony. Propping herself on the railing in a way that would have made her etiquette instructor weep, she kicked off one shoe and wiggled her toes, moaning in satisfaction. She bent down to remove the other shoe when another pair of shoes entered her field of vision.

Mortified that she had been caught, she jerked upright, nearly upsetting the trays of drinks the server balanced adroitly in one hand. Hastily, she started to apologize when a familiar bark of laughter cut her off.

The golden-eyed man stood in front of her, cutting as fine a figure in the formal uniform as he had that day months ago by the sea. She exclaimed in surprised recognition, and the smile spread even further across his face.

Irrational frustration flooded her for a moment. It had been so long since she’d seen him that she could have thought his appearance was a detailed daydream, if not for the conch shell perched on the table by her bedside.

The woman swallowed down the frustration she had no right to feel and, smiling, asked what the man was doing at the ball.

Smirking, the man raised his tray, and the woman blushed.

The man’s eyes lost a bit of their mirth, and he put down the tray. Turning to her, his fingers stretched out through the space between them before he moved his hands with an effort to his sides.

He asked after her health, to which she replied that she was well, although she shivered as she said it. The man leaned towards her before apparently thinking better of it and instead faced the edge of the balcony.

The ocean continued its lapping against the rocks, the crests of the waves silver in the moonlight.

Bare feet whispering against the fine marble floor of the balcony, the woman stepped beside him and joined in the perusal of the sea. The man took a deep breath that gusted out into a sigh, and the woman looked up into his face. His gaze was liquid with longing as he stared into the distance.

Quietly, she asked after his health.

The man looked down at her, the longing in his eyes glowing mournfully. He assured her of his health, but admitted a lingering sadness that they had not been able to go to the sea. He apologized for his selfishness and reached into the pocket of his fine coat, pulling out a pristine piece of green sea glass.

Exclaiming in delight, the woman thanked the man and closed her fingers around it. Even in the moonlight, she could see red burning through his tanned skin and grinned, her heart thumping pleasantly.

He stared down at her with an intensity that made her mouth dry and took a deep breath. Reaching a hand out once more, eyes pleading, he asked,

“Won’t you go with me to the sea, my lady?”

Longing to go with him, to go to the sea nearly overwhelmed her, her heart bobbing up and down in her chest. She could not deny how badly she wished to follow his summons.

But neither could she deny her promise.

Speaking the words pained her, but not as badly as watching his face drop as he stepped to the side, away from her. Attempting a smile that could not hide the sorrow in his gaze, he murmured that he understood.

The woman was certain he did not understand, and she reached forward, desperate to hold his hand, to reassure him how badly she wanted to go to the sea with him.

Calling out expectantly, the prince pushed aside the curtains separating the balcony from the ballroom and stepped out into the moonlight. His eyes lit up with pleasure, and the woman smiled distractedly in response. Apologizing for his absence, the prince took her hand and squeezed it gently, asking if she wanted to dance again.

The woman laughed a little at herself, saying that she had taken off her shoes. Smiling warmly, the prince offered to help put them on. As the prince bent down to retrieve the shoes, the woman quickly glanced back in apology – but the man had left.

She gripped the glass tightly.

Having recovered her shoes, the prince lifted her nimbly onto the rail closest to the castle wall and knelt in front of her. Delicately, he slid her foot into the shoes, securing them snugly in place. He looked up grinning, but then frowned. Seeing the tears slide down her cheeks, he asked if the shoes were too tight.

No, she assured him. The breeze of the sea was making her eyes sting.

~~~

The door closed smoothly behind the maids as they retreated into the corridor and left her to her privacy. Turning carefully not to upset the elaborate crown anchoring her veil to her head, the woman looked around the echoing, empty room, sitting heavily on the edge of her new vanity. 

Vanity indeed, the ornate extravagance of the room still startled her when she allowed herself a moment to observe and process. The beautiful marble floor shone under the candlelight and moonlight seeping through the curtains leading to the balcony. Rich silks draped around the large bed, a bed that she would soon share with the prince.

Her heart began to pound, and her fingers trembled as they worked into the fine pearls sewed into the bodice of her gown. Frustration at her own ingratitude choked her and she reminded herself that the prince had been everything kind and good and patient, and had promised to wait for as long as she needed.

His love for her had shone in his eyes as he had kneeled before her and asked for her hand. Not wanting her to lack for anything, he showered her with affection, with smiles, with jewels. Upon learning how much she'd loved flowers and herbs, he'd kept vases filled with them in her bedchambers. Now, on the eve of the wedding, his love blossomed and spilled from vases brimming with blooms on every surface.

She breathed in the air to steady herself, and the perfume of the combined flowers nearly overwhelmed her. Running her fingers across a long-stemmed rose that brushed against a dress, she sighed at the lack of comfort the touch usually brought her. She walked slowly through the room, the click of her heels echoing as she stepped out into the fresh, salt-tinged air of the balcony.

The woman sat on the railing and looked out across the sea, willing the crashing of the waves to soothe the maelstrom in her mind. The wind set her veil aloft behind her before blowing it into her face. She blinked through the fine lace and carefully removed her crown, fingers catching on the precious stones. Folding the veil slowly and carefully, she lay it on the railing beside her and placed the crown on top.

Emeralds and fine cultured pearls glittered in the silver moonlight, and the woman felt cold. The beauty of the crown was beyond compare, but it felt alien to her. Rather than the perfection that the prince insisted on gifting her, she had to admit to herself in her solitude that she preferred imperfect pearls and transparent sea glass. 

Memory of the sea glass tucked securely away in the back of her drawer and of the man who gave it to her flooded her mind, and she blinked back the blur of emotion. It had been so many months ago, but the expression on his face and the longing in his eyes remained as distinct to her as though he had just left her.

If she closed her eyes, she felt that she could imagine him beside her.

A throat cleared tentatively, cautiously.

Her eyes shot open and she spun on the railing to look behind her. Standing just beyond the balcony was the golden-eyed man, smiling at her and holding something between his clasped hands.

She breathed out a greeting in mingled surprise and joy, and admitted that she thought she would never see him again. The tears dripping down her face startled her, and she raised a hand against the wetness.

The man, starting forward at the sight of tears, slowed his pace but continued his way closer. He apologized for interrupting her, but confessed that he had to see her before... Pausing to slow his sudden torrent of words, he took a breath and held up his hands toward her. A wedding present, he offered, and looked miserable.

Stepping down from the railing, the woman slowly walked to where the man stood, shoulders slightly hunched, and looked down at his gift. A bundle of kelp and sea moss, still damp from the ocean, with a strand of freshwater pearls gleaming imperfect and beautiful spun around them.

Her breath catching, the woman reached forward to take the gift into her hands and her fingers slid over the damp fronds before they met the warm smoothness of his skin.

Recognition shot through her like a bolt of lightning, and she stumbled. The bundle of saltwater plants fell to the side as she fell, the man darting forward, eyes full of panic to catch her. He guided her gently into a sitting position to the floor, and she leaned her head against the shoulder.

The man looked down, murmuring concerns for her health, asking if he could get her anything.

The woman looked up, eyes gleaming with tears and joy and recognition. You, she breathed, her fingers reaching up to cup the man's face, it's you.

Chest stilling as though he forgot how to breathe air, the man stared down at her. You, he whispered, you remember?

The woman nodded, fingers grazing the sides of his familiar-unfamiliar face as she stared into his eyes that had always remained the same, their warmth burning in the depth of her soul. A little, she admitted, I remember you.

His arms wrapping around her, he held her tight, burying his face in her shoulder. How I have missed you, he sighed fervently into her skin and she shivered pleasantly. I thought I had lost you forever.

Breathing in the salt warmth of his skin, she apologized for making him long almost without hope for so long.

He assured her that it was not her fault. If she had been any less curious about the plants of the surface world, she wouldn't have been the woman he loved. He could not blame her for her eagerness to shed her self and seek new knowledge, or for the unsteadiness of flipper-less feet on sand that led her to fall.

He could, however, blame himself for not being fast enough to catch her, or to encounter her before the surface world prince had happened upon her vulnerable state. 

Anger seeped into his tone, and she swept her fingers soothingly over his neck. He was good to me, she promised softly, he never did anything beyond propriety.

I cannot blame him for loving you, he grumbled. However, he could not forget the horror he had felt as he had watched the prince obliviously order his servant to pick up the discarded pelt even as he carried her away from the sea, away from him.

Perhaps the young prince did not know the significance of the pelt. The people of the land seemed to forget the truths of the ocean sooner than its people did. But if he knew--

The woman pulled back from her embrace to cup his face in her palms, running her fingers across his brow, softening his glare as he melted at her touch. She longed to take away the fear and hurt still in his gaze, and she leaned up towards him, bringing his lips to hers.

The sensation, both new and familiar, sent waves of heat through her body, and his arms tightened around her as he returned the kiss. The prince's kisses, although sweet and pleasurable in their own way, could never compare to the feeling of completeness, of a puzzle piece finally setting place, of her soul becoming whole once more.

She laughed through her tears, saying it felt strange to kiss these lips. He pulled back, and the vulnerability in his eyes made her breath catch and her grip tighten around his neck, longing for him to understand. She breathed that it was strange but wonderful, and leaned in to kiss him again.

The man confessed to her, as they half lay on the ground breathing in deep of the ocean air, that he had nearly given up hope. That he had searched and searched and searched for her precious pelt, but to no avail. He attracted enough attention at the start from the people of the kingdom as he wandered erratically, and it had taken precious time to learn their customs and blend in among them. As time passed, he even feared that, with her memory gone, she had come to love another -- and how could he tear her away from someone who brought her joy.

He hung his head, although the glint in his eyes was more jubilant than sorrowful. He admitted that he continued to search unceasingly for the pelt, even in the wake of his diminishing hopes. But, he leaned his forehead against hers, she remembered.

Yes, she agreed, finally.

And he had found the pelt, in the wardrobe, finally.

The man pulled back, the woman protesting a little at the absence of his warmth, and held out one hand towards her.

"Won't you come with me to the sea, my love?"

She took his hand.

"Yes."

The maids came not long after to ready their mistress for bed and to carefully remove the fine gown for tomorrow's festivities. They found it lying neatly over the back of a chair by the vanity, where the crown gleamed on the folded lace on the veil. A small note lay next to the crown, addressed to the prince.

As the prince ran to the summons of the maids, just out of view of the balcony ran two figures hand in hand across the beach. 

The laughter echoing across the coast sounded nearly human, but when the prince walked along the shore the next day to gather his thoughts, only the marks of flippers could be found.

#obiyukiweek22 #obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #shirayuki #obi #selkie wife #fairytale!au

[liz-allyn]

this is going to be very niche, and you definitely don’t have to write this. i’m just venting my ideas because i feel like you’d understand? idk but. i’ve always wanted a dark peter smut that’s like loosely or largely based on little red riding hood. idek why but i feel so weird when i like, think about it or draft up a request to blogs i always end up deleting it. but yeah this was just me venting ✌🏼 ty for listening

Hey anon, thank you for this idea! I’m not currently open to requests or prompts, but damn if this isn’t a unique idea and I really love it?!? I hope someone writes it—I would read it! Feel free to send more details, maybe someone will get inspired!

#tasm prompts #another fic prompt #fairytale!au

[squidinu]

cursed prince hug

#oc: orion #fairytale au #furry #beauty and the beast

[captainbogwitch]

Hi besties, Chapter 7 of the Princess, the Knight, and the Beast is up!!

I’m sorry it took so long to update! But she’s here, ready for you to enjoy, and I hope you do!! 

One of these days I’ll learn how to do An Art and make myself one of those fancy image headers to throw on a post when I update. Alas, I do not know Art.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47187184/chapters/121723447

#sidlink #sidlink fic #my writing #my fic #linkxsidon #link/sidon #oooo zelda makes an appearance #so i'll tag her too #zelda #botw!au #alternative universe #loz au #fairytale!au #ummmm #slow burn #link #sidon #botw link #botw sidon #botw zelda

[themaymoth]

the Evil King's daily routine💕🪞💘

✨yaaaayy another fairytale au, another day of Yin Yu dealing with his masters crush on the prince✨

#aaaa i wish i had done more of this au i even had this cute thing where yin yu is the magic mirror and quan yizhen is the genie in the lamp #it was a whole thing #anyways bon appetit feast on the hualian fluff from last year #tian guan ci fu #tgcf #tgcf fanart #tgcf fairytale au #heaven official's blessing #hua cheng #hualian #xie lian #yin yu #my art

[chikorra]

"You're safe now, my darling" The knight rescued her precious princess from the evil Gabriel Agreste

=>>Reference that inspired this piece. :3 =>>Contact me through these socials if you like! <3

#miraculous ladybug #my stuff #sketch #miraculous fanart #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #adrinette #if I've known this would be blown up I could have added more lines into it but yeah... my bad huhu #adrienette #fairytale au #pencil art #art #oh my god guys this is the fastest note increasing I've ever gotten 😳 #thank you all for the notes I really appreciate it 🥺😭✨😢 #oh dear I just woke up and almost fainted seeing the note numbers lol #dang should have taken a little bit more time to polish it a little but still HUWWWAHH THANK YOU ALL #OH MY GOD FANDOM FIGURES LIKED THIS TOO!!??? MY HONOR AAAJAKQKQNDBDJD #btw I've always wanted to treat my future partner like this because “Love the right person and you will become their princess”

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Heyo, hope this wont be too much of a hassle. If you could I'd like something angsty, "I’m sorry but I just can’t give you what you want." A fairytale au with the little mermaid, Princess! Reader x Merman! Sanji. Do you know the original mermaid story? If you do, base it lose off of that. Disney's gave a happy ending, but the other one isn't as happy.

CONGRATS AT 200! WOW you were just 100 a while ago. I am happy you went up in numbers. I am slowly making my ranks, I have 15 followers so far. I hope to reach a milestone soon. 😁 But for now..

CONGRATULATIONS AT 200!

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of murder, mentions of extreme pain (physical and emotional)

Word Count: 1790

As a matter of fact, I do know the original tale, or at least, one retelling of it. I owned a retelling by Deborah Hautzig as a kid. Also, this is a bit longer than most of my other stuff.

The surface world was fascinating, so many different people, different foods and ingredients, he wished he could see what it was like. His family hated that he liked to cook, not that he cared, he liked cooking. Besides, his other family, his real family, loved it that he cooked, loved to teach him what they knew and try what he made. Not that he was able to make much. Foods that he’d only heard of, dreamed of, didn’t do well underwater. Bread, rice, grains, so many things that just couldn’t be done at the bottom of the ocean. 

Surfacing, Sanji smiled, a human ship, and from the size, there was probably a party. Parties meant food, food meant the chance to see, maybe even taste, what the humans ate. Climbing up the built-in ladder on the side of the ship, Sanji peeked up onto the deck, looking around. Sure enough, a party was in full swing. Glasses of fizzy, amber colored liquid, strange goop on top of what books had shown him to be bread, fruits and sliced vegetables on things called crackers. It all looked so delicious. The sound of a voice caught his attention, the blond looking over to where all the commotion was. A young woman, the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, no tail, no scales, just beautiful skin. The sound of her voice was enchanting, instantly capturing Sanji’s heart. The moment was cut short when the ship rocked, an explosion sounding nearby. Another ship, an enemy. Sanji’s eyes widened as the young woman was soon tossed overboard, the unconscious woman beginning to sink. Before he could even think, he was diving down, wrapping his arms around the woman before pulling her up to the surface. Looking back at the ship she came from, Sanji swam away, it was too dangerous to bring her back there, there was a beach close enough to his location though. 

Laying the young woman on the beach, Sanji brushed a few, wet locks out of her face. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The woman soon began to stir, Sanji quickly hurrying back into the water, swimming away. He desperately wanted to make sure she’d be okay, but she couldn’t know about him, no human could. It was days later, as he daydreamed about the young woman that his sister finally approached him.

“I know what you did.” Reiju said, sitting next to him as he stared out the window.

“What do you mean ‘What I did’?” Sanji asked warily, glancing at his sister.

“The human woman you saved, the one you’re in love with. I followed you, you know the humans are dangerous, right?” Reiju asked, hands folded in her lap.

“I… I know, but I just…” Sanji sighed. Reiju bit her lip, looking away for a moment before reaching into the satchel she always carried around on her. She quickly pulled out a small vial filled with a strange liquid and capped.

“This was mother’s, she entrusted me with it before… She said it can grant wishes but at a price. It’s… I don’t know what, exactly, it does, I never opened the note that she included with it… she would want you to be happy.” Reiju said, handing him the vial and a piece of seaweed with his mother’s signature on it.

“You didn’t get it from me.” the young mermaid said before swimming away, leaving her little brother. Unrolling the seaweed, Sanji’s eyes widened. A magical tonic, able to produce certain changes in his body, but at a price. In an instant, Sanji was writing a letter to Zeff, sending it off before hurrying to the surface. This was his one chance. As soon as he hit the beach, he was chugging the strange liquid, gagging and choking slightly as it burned its way down his throat. A scream left his lips, searing pain coursing through his veins, tail splitting, changing. Panting, he looked down at his body, long, pale legs, just like the human men! Standing up, the blond suddenly hissed in pain, collapsing to his knees. He’d been warned of the pain, but he hadn’t expected it to be so bad. Shakily, Sanji stood up once more, stumbling forward, smiling as he got the hang of walking on two feet rather than swimming. It was strange but exciting. A familiar voice caught his attention, the blond smiling when he saw you, you were as beautiful as the day he first saw you. Hurrying over, Sanji opened his mouth to say something, a hoarse croak leaving his throat, surprising him. 

Looking at the man, you tilted your head, he looked somehow familiar, like from a dream, he also looked lost and confused. 

“Who are you? Are you okay?” you asked, the young man smiling slightly as he nodded.

“Sah-gee.” the blond choked out, his voice harsh and rough.

“Saji?” you asked, only to have the boy shake his head. Sanji got a thoughtful look before holding up 3 fingers.

“Sah-gee.” he gasped once more. Brow furrowed, you looked at his fingers before looking at him, eyes filling with excitement as it clicked.

“Sanji?” you asked, your smile widening as he nodded furiously.

“Well Sanji, you look like you’re uh, like you could use my help. Come with me. I’m sure we can help.” you said, gesturing for him to follow you. Not that you needed to, he’d follow you to the ends of the earth. As soon as you started showing him around, Sanji’s eyes lit up, looking at the different things.

“F-uh-d.” he wheezed, his throat burning with each attempted syllable. You looked at him for a moment, once again confused.

“F-uh… food?” you asked, watching as he smiled and nodded again, “are you hungry?” you asked, smiling when his face lit up. Just as he’d expected, surface food was exquisite. Fluffy bread, strangely seasoned surface meats, something called mashed potatoes! The sound of a door opening drew his attention to a green haired man with a scar over his left eye.

“Y/n, I heard you had a visitor.” the man said, walking over to your side, glancing over at Sanji.

“Yes, I found him washed up on the beach. Zoro, this is Sanji, Sanji, this is my future husband, Zoro.” you said, your eyes widening in alarm as Sanji choked on his food. Future husband? This man, with his moss colored hair? He looked like a brute! He didn’t know much about this ‘Zoro’ only that he hated him already, and from the look in Zoro’s eye, the mosshead felt the same. 

“W-ee-d-ng?” Sanji attempted to ask, glaring at Zoro when the man smirked at Sanji’s attempt. 

“W…ee… wedding?” you asked, face lighting up again when Sanji nodded.

“A-About a week and a half, actually. Zoro’s father wanted us to get married sooner rather than later and how could I say no to the love of my life and my savior?” you asked, smiling up at him. Savior? He’d saved you? From what? Sanji had saved you from something!

“I’m not a savior, I told you, I didn’t do anything.” Zoro insisted, looking away.

“So I just happened to wash ashore on your kingdom’s beach? Where you just happened to walk by?” you asked, looking at him incredulously. The man nodded as Sanji’s eyes widened. You were giving this brute credit for what he did!

It was a few days later that you caught Sanji standing on the pier, staring out at the ocean. He’d learned so much here, tried so many things, but none of it was what he truly wanted.

“Sanji, what are you doing out here?” you asked, walking up behind the man. Sanji glanced back at you, his eyes filled with sadness before looking back at the ocean.

“Th-ik-ng.” he rasped, not bothering to see if you understood, you’d gotten quite good at understanding him recently.

“About what?” you asked, head tilting to the side. Sanji sighed, what did he have to lose? You were supposed to be getting married, his family, both families, were at the bottom of the sea, and when the potion wore off… no, he didn’t want to think about that.

“L-uh-v.”

“Love? Is there someone you love?” you asked, giving him a small smile. Sanji nodded, looking away from you, “Well? Who are they?” you asked, looking rather excited. Sanji looked over at you, sadly.

“Y-oo.” Sanji said, thrusting his hands in his pockets. You stood there, speechless. Finally you took a deep breath in.

“I… I see, I’m sorry, Sanji, but I just can’t give you what you want.” you said after a moment, the boy only nodding in acceptance. He knew there was nothing he could do. He heard your steps fading away as you left him on the pier. A sudden gasp drew his attention out to the waters, 4 familiar heads appearing just above the water.

“Looks like we finally found you, Sanji.” Yonji said with a scoff, arms crossed.

“Wh’ ‘ere?” Sanji asked, his brothers looking on in confusion while Reiju shook her head at her brothers.

“We found a way to reverse the effects of the potion, we saw how she rejected you. You can return home. I know you don’t like father, but your friends, Zeff, they miss you.” Reiju stated, giving her brother a sympathetic look. Ichiji tossed a blade up onto the dock, Sanji looking at the evil looking dagger in horror. Picking up the blade, Sanji stared into the metal.

“Kill the worthless girl and her worthless husband with that dagger. Once you do that, bathe your… ugh, legs, in their blood. You’ll be like us again.” Niji explained, Sanji looking back at them, horrified. Of course his brothers wouldn’t care, Reiju might, but not his brothers. The blond didn’t even need to think about it, he could never hurt you. Still, you didn’t love him and without that… no, it didn’t matter, so long as you were happy and alive. A blinding light appeared the moment the dagger hit the wooden edge of the dock, blasting the blond backwards. It was a short while later, the young man blinking his eyes as his vision returned that he noticed the black haired boy wearing a straw hat.

“You’re a good guy Sanji. You gotta come with me. Well, I mean, you actually do, kinda have to, but come on!” you boy said, taking Sanji’s hand. Only after the boy took off, the two rising into the sky, did Sanji notice the wings on the boy as he drug Sanji away. To where, Sanji had no idea, mers were supposed to turn to seafoam when they died and he certainly wasn’t seafoam right now.

#one piece sanji #sanji vinsmoke x reader #sanji vinsmoke #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji x reader #black leg sanji #sanji x reader #angst #mermaid!au #fairytale!au #zoro roronoa #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece zoro

[paparitoffxiv]

Came up with a story the other week of an AU where fairytale curses are a thing and Lolorito is hit with a sleeping beauty one. And no one wants to be the true love's kiss 🤣

Except Papashan goes all "look we can't just leave the guy there, we need to do the right thing" and goes to set an example and

Lolorito wakes up on his kiss.

And i like that they both would haaaate that now it's a THING! Everyone keeps asking when is the wedding happening?? you're each other's TRUE LOVE after all! Go get that happily ever after (even though they're dudes in their 60s with lives already pretty settled!).

and idk exploring the whole fate vs destiny and all that pressure for 2 dudes that never thought much of each other in the 1st place, i think it'd be neat.

#paparito #headcanon #fairytale!AU

[raynecreates]

#geraskier #jaskier x geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier #witcher netflix #the witcher au #fairytale au

[clairebearsparkles]

Frog Prince au, based on a short conversation I had with some folks 🐸👑

#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #the magnus pod #the magnus archive fanart #tma art #tma fanart #magpod #magnus pod #jonathan sims #jon sims #martin blackwood #jmart #jonmartin #jonmartin fanart #fairytale au #royal au #tma au #frog prince #frog prince au #clairebear art