#Fairy Tale Elements

[bethanydelleman]

There is this really interesting fairy tale element to Persuasion. There is a common trope where the heroine/hero often helps an old woman/animal (often they give something very small, like half of their loaf of bread) and then later, when given an impossible task, is helped by that same person/thing. (Examples: Diamonds and Toads, Puss in Boots, The Glass Mountain)

In Persuasion, Anne goes out of her way to help an infirm widow, though all she can offer is friendship. Then it turns out that Mrs. Smith is the oracle of all wisdom about Mr. Elliot. It very much fits the trope, so much that I feel like it was on purpose. Is it to tip us off that this is all an unrealistic fantasy? Or is it a hope that the good we put out will return to us?

#persuasion #anne elliot #fairy tale elements #jane austen

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 The Sun Will Rise by vespertineflora

💙 The Sun Will Rise

by vespertineflora (@vespertineflora)

E, Series, WIP, 129k, Wangxian

Summary: For centuries, the villagers surrounding the Qianlian Forest have been beholden to a fearsome creature. A once loved Prince was long ago cursed into a monstrous form, and ever since has required the sacrifice of maidens to ensure the safety of the forest and the people living around it. This forlorn tradition might have continued for centuries longer... but when it comes time for Lotus Pier to send a maiden as tribute, Jiang Yanli is chosen, and Wei Wuxian won't stand for it. His plan is simple; he'll send Jiang Yanli off to live the long life she deserves with her fiancé, and offer himself as a sacrifice to the Prince instead. Kay's comments: Series is marked as incomplete, but feels complete! Part one is the main story and part two is an additional kinky scene added as an extra. This story is incredibly hot and not gonna lie started reading it for the smut, stayed for the plot, because not only are the explicit scenes perfect, but the story is also very compelling and I loved the slowly unravelling mystery aspect of it. I first read this story when it came out and could hardly wait for the next chapter, because I was just so hooked. Here we have Wei Wuxian being sacrified to a mysterious creature in place of Jiang Yanli, only turns out the mysterious creature is plant-tentacle-creature Lan Wangji, known as the Prince, who's not interested in killing Wei Wuxian, but will still make a meal out of him. Slowly but surely, the two of them become closer and Wei Wuxian can't help but want to figure out, what happened to Lan Wangji for him to have turned into this form. Excerpt: Wei Wuxian’s brow furrowed, finding that particularly strange, but just as he was about to kneel down and try to loosen the vine from around his foot, he felt something curl and tighten suddenly around his wrist, directly against the skin--his eyes darted down, just barely registering another vine that had grabbed onto him when-- A question seemed to spill into his his mind. He felt... strangely breathless at the unfamiliar sensation of impression, at the way he could almost feel the echo of words that hadn’t been spoken inside of his head, and at the inexplicable sense of familiarity he was left with. He didn’t actually hear anything, there weren't even really words, so much as just sensation... but he somehow knew what he was being asked all the same. It... this... whatever it was that reaching out to him... wanted to know who he was. “Wei Ying,” he gasped out, his words stumbling slightly as he tried to cope with the intimacy of having something pressing a thought directly into his head like this, before realizing what he’d said. “Ah... Wei Wuxian. I came from Lotus Pier. Are you... are you the Prince?” He... he had to be, didn’t he? Or if the legends were wrong, this was at least whatever entity that everyone called the Prince. It felt like a bit too much of a coincidence to expect one spiritual being at a certain location and run into a completely different one instead. There was a hesitation, something almost unsure, before Wei Wuxian felt the flicker of affirmation in his head. “Well, I... know you’re used to something a little different, but... I’m your offering this time,” Wei Wuxian continued explaining, because he knew this thing wanted him to. His heart was already racing again, the fears that had settled in the lull since his arrival immediately reviving, his thoughts spinning as he was immediately left confronting his mortality once more. “Is that... is that acceptable? Will I work for that?”

pov wei wuxian, canon era, alternate universe, fairy tale elements, human/monster romance, fantasy, tentacle monsters, monster lan wangji, tentacles, human wei wuxian, plants, vines, top lan wangji/bottom wei wuxian, eventual romance, slow burn, strangers to lovers, angst with a happy ending, mystery, bamf wei wuxian, homesickness, falling in love, bdsm, reincarnation

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #Kay's Favorite #November 2023 #The Sun Will Rise #Series #WIP #epic length fic > 100k #vespertineflora #pov wei wuxian #canon era #alternate universe #fairy tale elements #human/monster romance #fantasy #tentacle monsters #monster lan wangji #tentacles #human wei wuxian #plants #vines #top lan wangji/bottom wei wuxian #eventual romance #slow burn #strangers to lovers #angst with a happy ending #mystery

[major-trouble]

Made up title for you: A giant made of snow

Oh my dear - you got me thinking. And then a ficlet turned into a WHOLE FIC. So, I hope you like it <3

A Giant Made of Snow

“So there’s this curse - ”

“Seems unlikely.”

“Shut up Julian, your brother’s telling a story!”

Julian rolled his eyes but waved one hand magnanimously for Valdo to continue.

“Thank-you, Essi. As I was saying, there’s this curse on Haern Caduch, where the lord of the castle made a bargain with a mage, and when he failed to hold up his side of the deal, the mage froze the castle and all its occupants, forever encasing them in ice and snow.”

“There’s always a vengeful mage, or a spurned lover, or some such thing,” Julian drawled, nonplussed by the story. “I hardly see how this is supposed to convince us of anything.”

Valdo smirked as he pulled out a scroll from his backpack, brandishing it like a weapon before him. “But I have proof!”

Quickly he moved his arm, lifting the scroll up and out of the reach of Julian’s grasping hands. 

“What kind of proof?” Essi asked patiently, smacking their brother’s hands none-too-gently out of the way. 

“This is the original contract! I found it when I was doing research in the Kaer Morhen Archives.” He gently unfurled the centuries old parchment, carefully laying it out on the old dining room table as his siblings gathered at his sides. “See? Here’s the signatures at the bottom: Arnaghad, Lord of Haern Caduch, and Phillipa Eilhart.”

They stared at the brown faded ink, eyes tracing the looping scrawl of the words printed at the bottom of the page. The rest of the document was nearly faded beyond recognition; those words that they could pick out, written in spiky cursive, named the castle and part of the terms of an agreement. The lord of Haern Caduch was to provide aid and supplies to Eilhart for reasons lost in the rest of the unreadable words scrawled on the parchment. History spoke of the mage as a liberator of Redania, leading an uprising against the cruel tyrant king and bringing about a time of relative peace and stability in the land. Perhaps this was what the Lord Arnaghad had pledged to do: help her with her campaign.

“What’s a Witcher?” Julian asked suddenly, pointing out several places where the word was written on the page. 

Essi shook her head but Valdo looked thoughtful. 

“I’ve seen it once or twice before in my research. Some kind of group of warriors, trained since birth to fight against the creatures that live in the Red Forests.” 

Everyone knew of the Red Forests. Horrific beasts inhabited the dense woods and it wasn’t until the last few hundred years that they’d been contained behind thick stone and steel walls. It was its own kind of fairytale, told to children now, about how if they weren’t good, they’d be sent to live in the Red Forests, where only brave or foolish folks still had scattered settlements. Soldiers patrolled their parameters, keeping anything from escaping into the cities along their edges. No one really knew how or why the beasts in the forests came to be, but Valdo had read that the Witchers had been created in order to hunt them long ago, before modern machinery and firearms had made it easier to contain them.

“It seems like these Witchers were integral to the contract,” Julian mused, finger hovering over the page as he traced the words intently. Despite his nonchalant airs, he was absorbed in what Valdo was showing him, brow crinkled in concentration as he carefully translated the Old English words. 

Valdo knew his brother's degree in history would come in handy: despite his earlier dismissal of Valdo’s story, he was already deeply invested.

“Here, you see? This part talks about how the lord was to provide use of some kind of laboratory in Haern Caduch as well. I wonder what that was for.”

Valdo shrugged. “I’ve no idea. But what was he supposed to get out of this once he’d helped out Eilhart?” he mused, leaning over Julian’s shoulder.

“Wealth, prestige, the usual I suppose… wait. This here? This part says something about wolves? Cats? I can’t rightly make it out. Hmmm.” Julian’s frown deepened as he tried to parse together what he could from the faded brown ink. “Maybe it was for some breeding stock or something? Who knows what people wanted all those centuries ago, honestly.” 

It would remain a mystery, it seemed, what Lord Arnaghad would have gotten out of his deal with the powerful mage. Valdo suspected it wasn’t really breeding stock, but he didn’t have any proof to contradict his brother, other than his own intuition, and he really didn’t feel like having that kind of argument right this minute. Instead, he stood back from the table and reached into his backpack to pull out a book, laying it on the table next to the parchment.

Predictably, Julian scoffed. “Really Valdo? A book of fairy tales? What do you expect - “ he was cut off by Essi jabbing him hard in the stomach with a sharp elbow.

“Let Valdo talk, then you can continue being a pompous ass on your own time,” she said sweetly as he squawked at her. Valdo smothered a laugh at his indignant expression and opened the book to the chapter he’d marked earlier. 

“As I said before, there’s a curse on Haern Caduch. The snows never seem to melt there, and there are all those snow sculptures in the gardens. They’ve been there a very long time.” As he spoke, he flipped through the pages of the book, the old illustrations telling a much different story of a spurned lover, struck by grief freezing a castle and all its occupants into ice statues. The end of the tale told of the predictable “true love’s kiss” that would break the spell.

“You don’t really think that’s going to work, do you?” Essi asked, glancing doubtfully at the last page, where a stylized woman in a flowing dress was leaning up on tiptoe to press her lips against those of one of the statues, which had begun to melt where they touched. 

He shook his head. “No. But all curses - all fairy tales - have some grain of truth, right? We just have to figure out what the right thing to break it is.”

They both turned around at Julian’s soft, “Oh,” from behind them. He was still bent over the parchment, eyebrows nearly in his hairline as he stared at it. 

“What?” both Valdo and Essi prompted when he didn’t say anything else for several long seconds.

Julian jumped, seemingly unaware that he’d said anything out loud. “Um. I think I know why there's a curse.”

“What?” Valdo repeated stupidly. “How?”

His brother smoothed his hand over the edge of the parchment before pointing to the tiny scrawl written in the margin. “Here - I think Phillipa was trying to ensure Lord Arnaghad’s cooperation by using a binding spell without him noticing. It says: ‘If thine words be false, or thine intentions undone, thy kin will feel the frozen heart of thee. Nothing shall move upon thy grounds that is touched by sun’s warmth, and only that which melts thine own heart shall move it’. That seems… cryptic at best.”

The three stared at the table as they tried to piece together what that meant. 

It was Essi who spoke first. “So, there’s this curse?” she asked, looking quizzically at Valdo.

Julian’s eyes flashed as his head whipped around to stare at his brother. “You want to break a six hundred year old curse?” His voice was a high-pitched squeak, making both Essi and Valdo flinch. Clearing his throat, he continued. “What the fuck, Valdo?”

Running a hand through flame red hair, Valdo nodded. “Yeah. It’s worth a shot, isn’t it? Now that we have all the pieces?”

Essi groaned, dropping into one of the dining room chairs and leaning her head against the back. “I swear to all the gods, Valdo, you are going to get us killed with your ridiculous schemes.”

“Hey, that was one time - “

“It was at least twice,” Julian grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Valdo paused, contemplating. “Okay, twice. But this time, it’s summer. We can drive most of the way there, and if nothing happens, we can come back home and forget about it. Another of your elder brother’s fun adventures.”

Essi groaned again while Julian huffed a laugh. 

“Yeah, fun, that’s what we’ll call this. At least there’s less chance of getting arrested this time,” Essi mused. 

*

The next morning saw them packed into Valdo’s SUV, heading through the foothills of the Amell mountains, looking for the entrance to the winding road that would take them to the perpetually snowy castle of Haern Caduch. 

Despite their misgivings, it was a pleasant drive that took them through scenic countryside and along the edges of a glacier-fed lake. Once they’d started the long climb on the switch-back road, Valdo began to feel a tension build within himself. 

He had no idea what had possessed him to look for information regarding the story of Haern Caduch, nor the supposed curse that surrounded it. He was supposed to be working on his thesis, which had to do with statistics and population data, not centuries old politics and contracts between lords and mages. How he’d even found the contract - wedged in the back of a cabinet that he’d accidentally knocked over when trying to get the door open - had seemed odd and serendipitous. That is, if he believed in those sorts of things. 

The thing was, Valdo loved fairy tales. And he loved adventures, as evidenced by the many times that he’d dragged his younger siblings on them over the years. He also had a certain capacity for getting into some ridiculous and dangerous situations. Like when he’d gotten them lost in a legitimately haunted library and had to be rescued by the local authorities. Or when Essi had fallen through the floor of a building in a long-abandoned theme-park and they’d spent a long night trying to shimmy her back out before the day-time security showed up. 

So the fact that they were spending the day driving out to an ostensibly cursed castle didn’t phase his siblings. That he was so determined to break this curse, however, made him anxious and a little scared.

Something had settled in his chest ever since he’d first heard the story and had pulled him to learn more, to go there, like he was on a string that led up the mountains to the lonely castle. And the urge to do this, to see it through, wouldn’t let him go. The closer they got, the more he knew that this was where he was meant to be, and that frightened him the most. 

When the castle finally came into view - after the road had slowly moved from the warmth of summer to the snows of winter and they’d had to turn the heater on - Valdo was struck by how utilitarian it looked. All sharp angles and auster lines, it wasn’t like any of the traditional castles he had seen in books or in movies. 

“That looks ominous,” Julian remarked. “Like a cursed castle should, I suppose.”

Valdo couldn’t help but agree. 

Since no one came up here any more, the road didn’t approach the castle close enough to really park their vehicle, so they ended up driving past it and down the road until there was a wide enough spot for them to pull over. The walk to the castle proper took them through knee-high snow drifts that felt like it was freshly fallen. The powdery snow was easy to move through, though they took turns being the one in front, breaking a path for the others. 

The castle was even more foreboding up close. Thick stone walls greeted them, though the wooden gate had long rotted away, leaving an opening in the front that they could step through. The courtyard was empty, save for the same powdery snow piled around. Nothing disturbed its surface. It felt like a fairy tale to Valdo, like they were the first living souls there in hundreds of years. 

Reasonably, he knew others had been here. Graffiti tags dotted the walls here and there, though they were surprisingly few and far between and faded like it had been years since they’d been placed. As they moved through the courtyard, they were struck by the absolute silence. Nothing stirred, and no wind ruffled their hair as they moved towards the doors of the castle. 

Surprisingly - or maybe not, considering - the doors were barred from the inside and no amount of heaving and pushing would make them open. Essi rolled her eyes at her brothers before looking at the yawning openings high up in the walls that might once have been windows, though the glass was long since gone. 

She took a running start, leaping up to grip the edge of the door frame and planting one booted foot on the stone wall before bouncing off and gripping the edge of the window ledge. Julian let out a startled squeak as her hand slipped before she managed to get a better grip, hauling herself up and disappearing inside. A moment later, there was a sliding sound and then a loud thump before one of the doors swung out towards them.

“Parkour,” Essi smirked. 

“Show off,” Julian grumbled half-heartedly. 

Valdo reached out and ruffled her hair good naturedly, earning him a punch in the arm as he walked past. 

The doors opened into a great hall, strewn with old benches and trestle tables. Light poured down from a hole in the roof, reflecting off the snow that lay in a soft, unblemished layer across the floor. The three siblings skirted the chamber, glancing up at the rotting remains of huge tapestries hung high on the cold stone walls. There was an enormous stone chair, a throne, at the front of the hall, carved with intricate swirling designs along the arms and sides, made to look like gusts of wind with snowflakes dancing through them. On the back, at the top, was a huge bear's head. Though, instead of what one would expect, with lips and teeth raised in a snarl, this one was carved to look almost wise, like it was there to listen and judge.

That unearthly pull in Valdo’s chest took him closer to the chair, made his hand come up to trace the uncannily life-like fur that covered the carving’s face. 

It wasn't until Julian's hissed, "Valdo!" that he realized what he was doing. Snatching his hand away, he hurried after his siblings, down a dimly lit hall that led out to the gardens.

Once, he was sure, the gardens had been beautiful. They still were, in an odd sort of way, and they seemed to go on forever. As far as the eye could see, blanketed in white, he could make out the shapes of plants in the vast flower beds, and the bare branches of trees poked at the sullen sky. A fountain was set near the front, water frozen in its many tiers, the stone here carved with as much care as the throne from the great hall. 

But what truly caught the eye were the dozens of statues that dotted the garden, seeming at random. They all seemed to be made of snow, packed so hard and dense as to be like ice. It was hard to make out distinct features, but they could tell that they were old - the style of dress suggested they'd been created hundreds of years ago. It was a mix of men and women, both equally brawny and heavily padded in furs and thick cloaks. Most had twin swords carried crosswise on their backs, a feature that Julian commented must make it annoying to get to quickly. 

The statue closest to the front of the garden was the most imposing. It was huge, almost like a giant as it towered over Valdo, but he was drawn to it with the same inexorable pull as the throne, as the castle itself. Its features were that of a man, square-jawed, with longer hair, though that was as much detail as he could see. The swords on its back were massive as well, and probably would have stood nearly as tall as Valdo himself once unsheathed. 

He felt himself shiver at the thought.

"So, what now?" Essi asked. Her voice was more muffled here, the snow absorbing all sound, making the enormous space around them seem smaller somehow.

"Now, we test my theory," Valdo replied, dropping the bag he'd been carrying and rummaging around inside. The others came up beside him and did the same and before long they had a relatively big campfire going near the biggest statue. 

The curse had said that only the melting of a heart could remove it, and Valdo wasn't sure whether to take that literally or not, so he had a few ideas. First, and most obvious, was the fire. The garden was in the heart of the castle, so he surmised that if they managed to melt any part of it with their camp fire, that at least might fulfil the letter of the curse, if not the spirit. 

As they sat around quietly, listening to the crackling of the flames, they waited for something - anything - to happen. Valdo expected something dramatic. A sudden crack of ice or flash of light. When all remained still around them, he noticed that despite the fire consuming the fuel that they’d brought with them, the logs blazing merrily away, the snow under and around them was untouched. The garden was as cold and lifeless as ever. 

He sighed. Time for more drastic measures. 

“What are you doing?” Essi asked as he stood and moved towards the giant made of snow and ice. “Are you - you’re not going to kiss it, are you?” She sounded downright scandalised. 

“Well, warming of a heart can be interpreted in many ways,” Julian equivocated. 

Valdo rolled his eyes and ignored both of them. Gingerly, he climbed onto the side of the fountain and leaned into the face of the statue. For a moment, he stared at the frozen features, biting his lip as he tried to rationalise his thoughts. A lot of fairy tales ended this way. Even the book he’d dug out to show his siblings had illustrated a fair maiden kissing the statue to wake it from its cold slumber. 

“I’m no fair maiden, but here goes,” he placed his hand on the giant’s chest and pressed his lips to the carved snow. 

Nothing happened. He groaned in annoyance and embarrassment as his siblings snickered.

Just as he was about to pull back, the snow under his hand began to melt, a thrumming sensation pulsing up his arm and down his spine. He nearly toppled off the edge of the fountain before he was engulfed in huge arms that wrapped around him and cradled him close to a broad chest, trapping his hand where it pressed close. He could feel the steady beat of heart - slower than his own, but still unmistakable - under his palm through the layers of clothing. When he glanced up, dark brown eyes looked back at him, one brow cocked in question. Valdo’s breath caught as he noticed the slit pupils dilate in the wane light of the sun, the slit pupils rounding.

The man’s voice, when he spoke, was subdued, but Valdo could tell that if he wanted to, the man could make it boom out across a battlefield, invoke courage or fear in all who heard it.

If giants were real, Valdo was certain this is what they would sound like.

“What have we here? A little fox in my gardens? How did you get in?” his eyes racking over Valdo as he asked his questions. Strong arms tightened as he noticed Valdo’s brother and sister. “Oh, there are more of you?”

“Let go of him!” Essi yelled, brandishing a log from the fire. She’d always been the quicker of the three of them, what she would call more brave and Julian would call foolhardy. 

A deep rumbling laugh echoed from somewhere in the man’s chest. “While I commend your courage, as you can see, you are in my gardens, and there are more of us than you.”

Essi and Julian whipped around to see that the rest of the statues had melted back to life, some of them looking bewildered, but most with swords in hand as they advanced cautiously towards the four of them.

“Now,” the giant returned his attention to Valdo, a quizzical expression on his face. “I am not as naive as you take me for, little fox. Did Phillipa send you?”

Valdo’s mind reeled as he tried to figure out what to say that wouldn’t get them all thrown in whatever remained of the dungeons of the castle. Or worse, killed outright. 

“Lord Arnaghad,” he started, continuing as the giant nodded. “You’ve been trapped here for a very long time. Phillipa froze you in snow. I - I came to try to break the curse.” He wiggled his fingers where they were still pressed against Arnaghad’s chest. “I think it worked?” He didn’t mean to make it a question, but that warm, thrumming sensation was still working its way back and forth through his palm, up his arm, down his spine, settling in his chest and it was making him panic slightly. 

For his part, Lord Arnaghad took this all in rather well. He glanced back around at his gathered compatriots before nodding again. Very gently - more gently than Valdo thought possible - he set Valdo back onto the ground. 

The ground that was no longer covered in snow and was, in point of fact, instead a soft springy green grass. All around them the gardens had burst back into colour and bloom, insects buzzing through the flowers and birds singing from the branches trees covered in leaves. 

Valdo noticed none of this. Instead his eyes were fixed on Lord Arnaghad as the giant - man - rubbed absently at the space on his chest where his hand had rested and turned to address the people slowly crowding up around them. 

In the meantime, the fire had been hastily put out by Julian as they waited to see what would happen next. 

“This isn’t like anything you read in books, I don’t think,” his brother whispered into Valdo’s ear. “Although, warming a heart with a hand is certainly a new way to break a curse.”

Valdo tried not to roll his eyes. 

“It seems we’ve been stuck here while the world turns around us,” Arnaghad addressed the crowd. “Cursed by that thrice-damned mage. She couldn’t hold up her side of our deal, so she fucked us over instead.”

The three outsiders glanced at each other in surprise. That’s not what the stories said. It looked like they really didn’t have all the pieces.

A murmur went through the crowd before Arnaghad raised one massive hand to quiet them again. “I know. But we must move on. There is much to learn about this new world we find ourselves in.” He turned to Valdo. “And since you’ve lifted the curse, that means you’re going to help us figure this shite out.”

The red-head blinked up at him stupidly. “Uh.” 

Essi took the opportunity to step forward, putting on her best I’m-a-teacher-don’t-fuck-with-me voice as she asked, “What do you think he can do to help? It’s been centuries since Eilhart overthrew Redania. Mages live a very long time, but I don’t think even she’s alive anymore.”

Lord Arnaghad huffed a laugh. “I’ve no interest in chasing down a dead spectre. No. She imprisoned all the Witchers here, leaving humans to their own devices. The Red Forests are still out there - I can feel it. I only want back that which was truly taken from us - our home.”

Valdo stared at him, stunned into silence. Were the stories about the Red Forests and their horrible beasts made up as well? What else did he believe that was just a fairy tale? 

He swallowed, the thrumming sensation in his chest easing somewhat as Lord Arnaghad looked at him in expectation. Whatever had drawn him here, whatever had made him place his hand on the heart of this fearsome man, it must be a magic all its own. He needed to figure out what that meant, too. 

“I’ll do my best,” he heard himself say. The Lord nodded and turned back to his assembled people, gruffly giving orders as he moved towards them.

Julian slung his arm around Valdo’s shoulders and grinned. “You said you wanted an adventure, big brother.” He swept his arm out to encompass the entire contents of the gardens. “Here it is.” 

Valdo could do nothing but agree.

#my writing #the witcher #arnaghad #valdo #julian alfred pancratz #essi #fairy tale elements #curses and the breaking thereof #answered

[pherryt]

A Story in Glass

Witcher - with Beauty and the Beast AND Sleeping Beauty elements

Ship: Geraskier Rated: G Words: 4740  

Summary:

When Geralt took shelter from a storm in the ruins of a castle, he'd not expected it to be as intact as it was.

Or for it to be harboring sleeping bards.

For Witcher Flash Fic @octinary

#witcher #geraskier #whimisical #fairy tale elements #canon wrapped up in fairy tales

[mikauzoran]

Adrien & Plagg, Adrienette: A Deal with a Demon – “Now, will that be cash, credit, or memories?” (One-Shot)

Read it on AO3:  Adrien & Plagg, Adrienette: A Deal with a Demon – “Now, will that be cash, credit, or memories?”

Summary: When Adrien makes a deal with the god of chaos, he loses something he didn’t intend to but gains more than he ever dared to imagine.

Pairing: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien & Plagg

Rating: T

#Adrien & Plagg #Adrinette #Adrienette #Miraculous Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #Plagg #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Happy Ending #Fluff #Falling in Love #Love at First Sight #Deal with the Fae #Fairy Tale AU #Fairy Tale Elements #Nobleman Adrien #Baker Marinette #Fae AU #Fae Plagg #Fae Tikki #Runaway Adrien Agreste #Spirited Away #gabriel agreste's a+ parenting #Émilie's A+ parenting #Found Family #Aged-Up (20) #Writing Prompts #Mikau's Writings #Curiosity Cabinet

[fic-ive-read]

Link To The Fic

I absolutely love this fic, but just a heads up, the sequel isn't finished and hasn't been updated since 2021.

#gabriel (supernatural) #hermione granger #original characters #loki's children #hogwarts founders #mia vallens #mrs. granger (harry potter) #mr. granger (harry potter) #fleur delacour #john winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester #minerva mcgonagall #trickster gods #pre-hogwarts #bullying #references to norse religion and lore #references to arthurian legends #mythology references #fairy tale elements #pagan gods #sacrifice #rituals #dysfunctional family #cutting (as part of a ritual) #loki #loki and gabriel are the same entity #gods and goddesses

[desdasiwrites]

– S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

#book quote of the day #s jae-jones #wintersong #fantasy #ya #magic #fairy tale elements #romance #ya romance #inspired by labyrinth #yes the movie with david bowie #book quotes

[psychiccatpanda]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts & Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Fairy Tale Style, Witches, Familiars, Shapeshifting, Big Bad Wolf Bucky Barnes, Witch Tony Stark, Magic, Misunderstandings, Misunderstandings Surrounding Cabbages, Forgiveness, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Awesome Pepper Potts, Sorceresses, Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Somehow Big Bad Wolf Bucky Barnes can't stay away from the Witch of the Woods. It seems like Bucky's got a sixth sense for when Tony Stark's friends aren't around to run him off.

When a cabbage-related misunderstanding leads to banishment, will the two be able to overcome their differences and figure out their connection?

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark bingo #tsbmvii #witch tony stark #familiar bucky barnes #sorceress pepper potts #sorceress natasha romanov #sorceress wanda maximoff #fairy tale elements

[hazbinhotelho]

Stolitz week 2023 Day 2: Fairy Tale (T)

Summary: While spending the day together, Stolas reads Blitzo one of his favourite fairy tales. (Childhood/The Circus AU)

Content warnings: violence/gruesome fairy tale, Hell's hierarchy/power dynamics, Blitzø’s name spelled with an “o”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47979379/chapters/121025668#workskin

#stolitz #stolitz week #stolitz week 2023 #helluva boss #helluva boss fanfiction #helluva boss fanfic #blitzo/stolas #blitzo/stolas fanfic #stolas/blitzo #stolas/blitzo fanfic #fairy tale #fairy tale elements #fairy tale retelling #the tale of the scorpion and the frog #the scorpion and the frog #my fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #hb #hb fanfic #hb fanfiction #dark fairy tale

[dinoberrypress]

Little Wolves is crowdfunding NOW!

It's finally here, y'all! The crowdfunding campaign for our tabletop RPG of folk tales, fae queens, and werewolves is live on Backerkit~

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From the award-winning publisher behind Motel Spooky-Nine, You’re In Space And Everything’s Fucked, Dinocar and more, Little Wolves is a tabletop role-playing game about adventuring through a realm of folk & fae as shapeshifting werewolves.

In Little Wolves, you’ll craft real-world paper masks that represent their characters, modifying them over the course of their adventures to reflect the marks their experiences leave on them while transforming between your Wolf and Mortal forms!

The crowdfunding campaign aims to bring the game’s vivid world to life in an 8.5” x 8.5” full-color perfect bound book loaded with gorgeous art from a team of 4 artists accompanying setting & mechanics from award-winning designers Julie-Anne Muñoz and Nevyn Holmes. 

The crowdfunding campaign launches May 14th, running through June 11th, 12pm US Central with an initial funding goal of $19,500 USD with plenty of stretch goals to unlock for more art, more content, and even an expansion!

Making masks & shifting forms

In your Wolf form, you have access to the benefits of your beastly Attributes, can sing magical Spellsongs, and can resist harm with your Resolve. In your Mortal form, you'll switch your Attributes, Spellsongs, and Resolve out for strong, flexible Mortal Powers that can turn the tide of any situation they're used in. Through character advancement, you can strengthen yourself as you see fit. Perhaps you favor one form over the other, or you may switch between them frequently. The choice is yours.

The Enchanted Forest

As you explore this dense forest you'll meet the powerful and mysterious Queens and aid them, and their courts, through all manner of quests and favors. As a werewolf, you're uniquely gifted in traversing the forest, capable of making it to every edge of the woods, meaning that only you can learn its deepest secrets.

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#tabletop #game #indie #tabletop rpg #ttrpg design #ttrpg #crowdfunding #roleplaying #indie ttrpg #trpg #wolves #werewolves #werewolf #fae #folklore #folk tales #faewilds #magic #witch queen #pumpkin queen #troll queen #mermaid queen #elemental #backerkit #fairytale #fairy tales #queens #fae queens #fae queen #furry

[strijkdesign]

Great wave

#sylvia strijk #my art #artists on tumblr #illustration #fantasy art #digital art #digital painting #mermaid #merfolk #mermay #mermay 2024 #art challenge #Great wave #fairy tale #water nymph #water element

[fictionadventurer]

Have I mentioned lately that creating AUs is the most fun thing ever? You get to take a story you love and then mash it against another type of story you love and fit all their pieces together like they're a jigsaw puzzle. You get to find all the unexpected points of similarity where the stories fit together really well, and see the places where their differences change and make commentary on the original stories/genres in really interesting ways.

And then once you fit the pieces together, you get to look at the new world you've made and see how these characters in this specific world have different conflicts and explore new themes, and you get to play with another level of puzzles as you figure out what this means for this story.

It's the most fun ever. It's my favorite game.

#random thought of the day #adventures in writing #this goes for both fairy tale retellings and for aus of specific shows/novels #this last week was a week for aus #between the north and south sci fi au coming up again #making up a northanger abbey fantasy au #coming up with a new angle for retelling maid maleen #and having tons of new insight in how to rework a story that's a retelling of cinderella and three different austen novels #plus looking back on the powers and prejudice au #this is just such a great game #the moment when the pieces click into place in a way that makes both elements make sense #there's nothing quite as satisfying #to some extent this applies to plotting original fiction #but it's a different feeling when you're making an au of something #because you don't just get to work with malleable clay #you have specific pre-formed pieces #so you get the challenge of figuring out how to fit them together without damaging either one too much #and when you find the way they fit together it makes you appreciate both stories in a new way #plus it makes you feel clever for making the connection #astounding superb wondrous past time

[wangxianficrecs]

mother of mothers by SpeedingCheetah

mother of mothers

by SpeedingCheetah

T, 11k, Wangxian

Summary:There was a girl in Gusu, who played the flute and sung songs to the fish in the rivers as townspeople let her sit on their boats; stirring away and humming. There was a girl who smiled, who had a blood red ribbon and blood red eyes. The girl was a boy who was not alive. A ghost who stayed in the city because his mother made him promise. He seemed happy enough anyway, coming to the docks, coming to the paths. He bought apples, he spoke Gusu’s dialect in a rustic tongue that was many, many years out of date—ancient, prosperous. Only a few elders understood the clicking accent the way Wuxian spoke it. He was Lan Wangji’s sole companion. He was also the being who had been cursed many years ago to never wake up, and never live. Lan Wangji wished to help fix that. (or: cangse sanren’s child is a ghost of nature, and cursed to sleep forever. a boy still makes friends with the ghost anyway.)

Kay's comments: This story was such a fascinating read and had me hooked from the beginning to the end! Here we have Wei Wuxian, who is a ghost and lurking in Caiyi and has been for a while. Wei Wuxian got cursed, his body in eternal slumber and Cangse Sanren went to Baoshan Sanren with the body to help him, while Wei Wuxian's ghost stayed in Gusu. One day, Lan Wangji encounters him and slowly starts to befriend and grow closer to him. They are both children trying to make sense of the situation and trying their best, telling each other stories of their mothers and bonding. I really liked the way this story was told, the way things got revealed slowly and of course, it features trans Wei Wuxian, my beloved.

Excerpt: “My mother would have done the same. Lan-Gongzi, it’s nice to meet you! I’ve seen you before. Three times. I thought you were going to eradicate me. A long pause. There was a moment in which Lan Wangji knew what it meant. He knew exactly what such a phrase led to. Eradicate me. The Gusu Lan Sect specialized in musical cultivation, and cultivation specifically regarding ghosts and humans that could not move on. Eradication, liberation, suppression. He had been learning such things since before his mother’s death. He furrowed his brows anyway, frozen in time for the second time, “Eradicate you?" “Yes,” He nodded again, empathetically. His smile was relieved, a little lost. A brow quirked, and there it was, the twine of energy that made Lan Wangji’s stomach flip. “Because I’m an untethered ghost.” Lan Wangji stared.

pov lan wangji, canon-divergence, curses, cursed wei wuxian, angst with a happy ending, fairy tale elements, implied/referenced self-harm, baoshan saren is wei wuxian's grandparent, trans wei wuxian, cangse sanren lives, dead wei changze, curse breaking, grief/mourning, madam lan backstory, lan family feels, getting to knew each other, childhood friends, getting together

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #pov lan wangji #canon-divergence #curses #cursed wei wuxian #angst with a happy ending #fairy tale elements #baoshan saren is wei wuxian's grandparent #trans wei wuxian #cangse sanren lives #dead wei changze #curse breaking #grief/mourning #madam lan backstory #lan family feels #getting to knew each other #childhood friends #getting together #mother of mothers #SpeedingCheetah #short fic <15k #teen

[itsagrimm]

He Who Comes From Under The Water

Chapter 1 - The Promised Bride

Monster!König X she/her afab Reader

CN sexism & patriarchy, mentions of death, suicidal thoughts, accidental attempted drowning, arranged marriage, choking on water, mention of a human bodies decomposition

eventual smut.

Beta-read by @sandinthemachine and @queenquazar. Thank you both so much for supporting me with obsessing over fairy tales.

Masterlist

“So, you are a king without a queen?” The old man asked while throwing his rod back into the water. “I suppose you require a queen then, eh?”

The king, considering the old fisherman’s words, slowly nodded. “I suppose I do. But where does one get such a fine lady?” 

The water below the wooden landing was dark and dirty. Frogs croaked and fireflies danced over the green sludge and water lilies, lively and playful like the flecks of sunlight that reached the surface through the thick forest trees. A pretty scene on any other day.

Not this one.

Your tears had long stopped flowing into the water of the deep pond. Now, you sat there, your hand tangled in the water and your thoughts lost, dark and deep like the water below you.

A few days ago, your grandfather died. A kind old man who had spent the last years of his life close to the warm oven in winter and fishing in the pond in the summertime.

You remembered bedtime stories as a child with sweets sneaked into your hands. You remembered kind eyes who watched out for you as you grew from child to maiden. You remembered worry in those same eyes when your father died in the forest chopping wood, when your brothers perished in a tavern fire, your uncle and your mother succumbing to sickness, and - finally - your cousin breaking his neck after climbing a tree.

Yes, there was a lot of pain in your grandfathers’ eyes. But even more to worry.

The old man had been your last living relative, and most importantly your last male relative.

And now you as an unmarried village girl from a clearly cursed family, had no one who could inherit your family’s house and support you.

It was only time until the village would shun you and chase you away to get rid of all the bad around you.

That is if you were lucky.

You could try to make it into the city where you would live for a while as a beggar or, if you were hungry and deemed pretty enough, work as a whore.

In his last days, your grandfather tried to arrange for a husband, but no one wanted a cursed girl, and so his last words to you were to visit his favorite fishing spot.

You sighed.

Now, you sat on the same spot where your grandfather had sat, catching fish, and gazing over the water.

Maybe that’s what he had meant, you mused. It would be easier to end it all here and jump into the pond only to never return to the surface, drowning your sorrows and yourself with your grandfathers’ blessings. At least you would choose your fate with your chin proudly raised and your dignity untouched, floating into the abyss in your best billowing skirts from the funeral and no more tears left to cry.

As much as that was possible considering your situation.

“It’s a good place to leave this world,” you spoke out loud to taste how it felt on your tongue. It resonated, with the forest, the pond, with you.

“Indeed, it is.”

You twitched in surprise, heart jumping into your throat.

“Who is this?” you called over the water, glancing around for whoever lurked within the trees, hiding between the ferns.

A hand, big and wet, snatched yours from the water and pulled you in with one strong tug.

You wailed in surprise before crashing into the pond and swallowing the muddy green water, gurgling and gasping for air. Something seized you – strong and solid. Instinctually you kicked and punched it.

Was this it?

NO! 

Fighting for your life you thrashed around, struggling and trying to free yourself to get back up to the surface. But whoever had you in a hold only dragged you down, carrying you further into the dark.

Your panicked eyes widened, trying to see who attacked you, trying to see anything.

It was dark. Only the dark, green water around you.

No, no, no, no!

Your lungs heaved for air as your heart drummed painfully in your hurting chest.

A second hand twisted around your throat and over your face. Instinctually, you opened your mouth and bit down.

The hands jolted back with a howl reverberating in the water, releasing you from the deadly weight dragging you down. Hungry for air and with burning lungs you swam up with frenzied strokes, pushing through the surface. Gasping and coughing you breathed, feeding your body with much needed air.

Quickly, you glanced around. No one there. Was this someone from the village trying to get rid of you? Did you manage to drag your attacker down with you? Or was it an animal in the water?

Before you could move, something grabbed you again and lifted you a good length out above the water.

You screamed and kicked again only to have your legs and hands fixated in an iron grip.

“Hold still!” A voice commanded you, foreign and vibrating close. You struggled on, thrashing your body against the solid form behind your back, unwilling to take any chances and die here without a fight.

“I said, hold still!”  the grip around your limbs tightened, forcing you into stillness. “There, finally.”

Slowly, you turned your head. You were caught in the grip of a dark, green form, pressed against what must be its chest and stared at by sharp, watery eyes from a nearly obscured face from tangled wet hair and a beard.

Who is this? You thought to yourself, still heaving for air.

“Why are you fighting me?” the strange being said, “I’m here to take you in as my bride. Just like I have promised.”

You coughed again, a bit of swamp water and spit running down your chin, splashing onto the being’s arm.

“What?” you cried and with your head still spinning.

“What what?” The large figure snapped back, “The old man asked me to take you as my wife, yet you bite me? Is that how you want to treat your future husband? Do you want me to let you go? I have no need for an unwilling bride.”

 You blinked, your body slowing down and your mind starting to think clearly again.

“You nearly drowned me. Let me go!” you cried out as much as your abused lungs allowed.

The figure blinked and instantly dropped you.

With a loud splash you crashed back into the water.

Your body seized and your mind raced, struggling to comprehend and move your body up.

You made a few weak swimming strokes, but it wasn’t enough to move your still tired and abused body up. Water started filling your lungs again and you were about to dr-

Something grabbed you and lifted you. Again.

“Woman!” the strange being cried out in annoyance, “What are you doing?”

You coughed, swamp water from your hair dripping over your face, disorienting you further as you gasped for air.

“Wait, maiden, do you need to breathe?” the strange creature asked, “Make up your mind! I was just trying to take you home, but you don’t want that. So I did like you asked but then you started sinking like a stone back into my waters again, heaving for air!”

You shivered, “Of course I need to breathe! All humans need air, idiot! What kind of question is that?!”

The creature groaned and grumbled, “The old man forgot to mention you are a human. I thought you might be a nymph or a bigger frog lady. Well, that’s just bad luck.”

You snorted, “Oh, I am sorry that me needing air is inconvenient for you! I nearly died down there in those muddy waters!”

“Hey, those are mighty fine waters of mine, thank you very much. Besides, the second time was not my fault.”

“Your waters?” you managed.

“Who else’s waters?” the figure deadpanned as you’d asked the most obvious question, swayed, and started moving towards the landing before carefully putting you onto the planks instead of holding you like a cat holds its naughty young, “Stay. Let me take a better look at you.”

You huffed and collapsed onto the planks out of the wet arms. It wasn’t like you could run anyway with your body still shaky and weak from the near drownings. Instead, you lifted your head for a better look at the stranger as they studied you.

The strange being from the waters was built like a man, but huge and larger than the tallest man you had ever seen. And it had the face close to a man too under all that unkempt hair and beard. But its facial features were fine, much too fine for any man who could lurk in the waters, and slightly too angular and with eyes a bit too lively and sharp to belong to a human as they studied you.

“Pretty girl.” the man from the water finally grumbled, “A bit unruly but pretty. At least that the old man did not lie about it.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “Thank you?”

The man shrugged, “Sorry for trying to drown you, apparently, I misunderstood your fragile physique.”

Fragile physique. He made it sound like an insult.

You took one final breath and summoned your strength to sit up to be on the same eye level as the large man from the water.

“Who are you?” you asked while trying to sort your wet skirts.

He snorted and waved slightly.

“I am König – king of all under the waters. Naturally. And you are the bride I was promised by the old fisherman a couple of days ago.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Do you mean my grandfather? He used to fish here.”

The man shrugged, causing little waves around his shoulders where he emerged from the pond, “Most humans all look and smell the same to me, honestly. He was old for a human, liked to share stories, and left me a bit of tobacco as offerings sometimes. Smelled of smoked fish.”

Memories of your grandfather flashed before your eyes where he sat on the bench in front of the house, smoking his pipe in the late hours of the day, watching the sun go down.

Your mouth went dry.

Had he? Did he really?

Did he, in all his misery and worry, promised your hand to a strange man from the pond – a huge and wet and cold and clearly dangerous monster.

You went stiff from the overwhelming thought of being given away like that to a stranger - to a monster.

“Well, you are a human but I’m not in the habit of breaking promises and I'm sure you would make a good enough queen,” König continued, “Unless you object of course. There is little as unhonourable as having an unwilling bride, not even the slimiest toad approves of that.”

König babbled on about waters and ponds and marriage but your head was spinning. Your grandfather arranged for you to marry an algae cover man from the pond who's idea of home nearly killed you. The painful absurdity of it made you consider jumping right back into the water.

The cold, dark and green water.

The buzzing of the summer insects and splashing of the little waves drowned everything else out, turning louder and louder and louder and-

“Maid?”

His hand touched your arm, slowly shaking you.

You jolted up only to fall back.

“Yes?” you managed while leaning back, away from the large, clawed hand.

König’s watery eyes shifted around you as if searching for the right words.

“Listen, I don’t know too much about you humans, “ König started, “but you look cold and miserable. Maybe let’s worry about that first and talk about our wedding later.”

You blinked as the realization in all its form settled in.

Marrying him?

He would drown you in this pond, your flesh rotting and being picked by the fishes until nothing but a pile of bones were left.

Your bones, your lovely bones.

No! You had felt your life slip out of your fingers, the precious air bubbles escaping your lungs bare moments ago. Your cold hands wandered around your pained body intuitively, cradling yourself and trying to protect you from the outside world. You weren’t ready to give up on this life - to give on your body - and you would keep yourself safe and alive. This was your skin, your hair and flesh and bones! Death would come to you one day but you would be damned if it came today at the bottom of a dark pond and by the hands of a man.

“Yes, you are right. I should get dry,” you managed, sensing a chance to escape.

With wobbly legs, you tried to get up only to sway and stumble down on your knees. You needed to leave this place.

König tilted his head, watching you.

You tried again; your muscles too weak to carry you.

“Dear,” König said with slight amusement in his voice, “Your will is admirable, pretty girl. But I doubt it will be enough to get you home.”

“So? Will you drag me back into the pond and finish your work?” you replied, considering the option to crawl home and far away from the water

“Why would I do that, bride?”, he chuckled before turning serious again, looking at you with those blue more than clear inhuman eyes, “I have heard it’s not customary but allow me to get you to your home before you hurt yourself. You humans take so long to heal and an injured bride during the wedding would be a nuisance.”

Fearful you tried to move again.

He watched, waiting for your answer.

You considered his words. Your home. And he clearly wanted you in one piece at least before the wedding.

“No pond?”, you asked with an oh so thin weak voice.

“No pond.” He reassured, “That’s clearly not your element, my little bride-to-be.”

Slowly, you nodded.

Carefully, as if not to spook you, he scooped you back into his arms once again and pressed you to his chest.

You felt yourself going stiff again from fear, but before you could cry out, König stepped out of the water and away from the dreaded pond.

“See, no pond,” König spoke soothingly, and you felt his voice vibrate in his chest as he moved and swayed to avoid branches while shielding you with his shoulders, “I’m keeping my promises, my little bride.”

#there will be a mix of folkloric elements in this since i grew up with both eastern and central european traditions and can do what i want #this was written with a special amount of love for my fellow slavs and hinterland fairy tales collectors #könig #könig cod #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig fanfiction #könig x you #call of duty #könig x oc #monster #monster x human #monster!könig

[romancemedia]

Anime Romances + Staying By Your Bedside

#Sword Art Online #Fushigi Yuugi #Sugar Apple Fairy Tale #Elemental Gelade #Why Raeliana Ended Up in the Duke's Mansion #Chivalry of a Failed Knight #My Happy Marriage #Horimiya #White Album 2 #Detective Conan #Anime #Moments #Asuna x Kirito #Anne x Shall #Miaka x Tamahome #Noah x Raeliana #Takagi x Sato #Hori x Miyamura #Haruki x Kazusa #Ikki x Stella #Ren x Coud

[laurasimonsdaughter]

What if Disney adapted Jorinde and Joringel?

Hmmmm, yeah that could work! This would probably work best in the style of the Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty era:

• Jorinde and Joringel are lovers already and engaged to be married, so that's perfect. Their characters barely need to change (except for the names, I cannot see Disney keeping the names), they can just have some extra banter and personality. They will sing together, dance together, etc. When they get lost in the woods near the evil castle, forest critters probably try to warn them but they do not understand in time.

• The wicked sorceress won't be an old woman, but a cold, cruel beauty who keeps all the transformed maidens in cages for...magic reasons? jealousy reasons? Maybe simply because she wants to be sung to day and night. (In the fairy tale she does it just because she's Evil, but that won't cut it.)

• Joringel's devotion and despair is very imporant, a movie could play that up very nicely. Dramatic music, disorienting montage, the works. Only to be proper Disney-ish, he cannot just dream of the flower he needs to resuce Jorinde. He would probably be taken in by a kindly fairy who tells him his quest.

• The rest can progress as normal: Joringel finds the magic flower (that part will need padding, maybe he has to walk iron shoes to nothing or something), returns to the castle and breaks the curse on Jorinde and all the other trapped bird-maidens. To give Jorinde a bit more agency she will warn Joringel that the sorceress is about the attack him. Her power is vanquished by the flower and she'll either vanish or fall out of a window.

• The (un)cursed castle full of birds and then full of dancing girls will make for a gorgeous visual and they will all be at the wedding, which is the end of the movie.

The main problem with this story is that Jorinde can't be a proper Disney princess if she spends most of her time as a bird. So there could be scenes where the sorceress changes her back to do housework or to sing as a human. But I think it would work to just make this Joringel's story. Especially since this is not about fighting, it's about enduring, he'd be a good subversive hero. He'd have a heartbreaking solo at the depth of his despair that is a reprise of the song he and Jorinde sang as a duet in the beginning and he'll have a defiant declaration of hope and love to sing during his endless-journey-to-magic-flower montage~

#disney goggles #jorinde and joringel #an underrated fairy tale #underrated elements at least #the grimms' version is rather short and to the point #but it has good bones #fairy tale