Fairytale Drabbles

[pandanoai.livejournal.com]

Hello there Fandom.  ::waves::

I'm... less then happy about certain current Marvel going-ons... >.>  and so i was thinking fluffy Tony needs love/gets love drabbles!

But then i was talking to Kijikun and Axolotl_lan and Kiji suggested Fairy Tale Drabbles! To which I responded with something including many squees and flailing limbs. Needless to say Lan and I approved... (and also LOVED her Beauty and the Beast Drabble!)

I know that we already have a lot of things we're doing for our Winter Fluff Challenge, so I figured these would just be a cute drabble-answer-in-the-comments-section type of a thing :D (or you can FEEL FREE to write a longer story and post it separately).

OH! Also drawings! They're totally welcome too! (duh)

Pick any Fairy Tale you want! Here's a list of ideas:

• Thumblina       
• Frog Prince       
• Little Red Riding Hood- smilingskull  
• Beauty and the Beast- kijikun 
• Little Mermaid- thisfishflies    
• Hansel and Gretel- runenklinge
• Prince(ss) and the Pea- simmysim      
• Snow White- pandanoai & axolotl_lan    
• Snow Queen       
• Sleeping Beauty- lilpocketninja      
• Swan Maiden      
• The Ugly Duckling       
• Rapunzel       
• Cinder(ella)
• The Boy who cried Wolf       
• The Emperor's New Clothes       
• Goldilocks and the Three Bears       
• The Goose that Laid the Golden Eggs
• Alice in Wonderland- ani_bester
• The Prince(ss) Who Could Not Laugh- cygna_hime
• The Firebird and Princess Vasilisa- saphirerose1986
• A Menagerie of Fairytales- truthiness_aura

Also try here for more ideas. :D

Hope you guys enjoy! ----i just think we need some tony love and fluff  D: 

xoxo

Comments

[ani-bester.livejournal.com]

*glomps Alice in Wonderland*

YOU READ MY MIND
I have already drawn most of this.

I was also sketching Tony and Steve sining over soft drinks but that dind't work so well.

[pandanoai.livejournal.com]

THAT IS SO AWESOME!

fandom hive!mind has been crazy HIVE lately :O

(D: lol about the soft drinks though)

[cygna-hime.livejournal.com]

I, she says firmly, am calling dibs on The Princess Who Could Not Laugh. Not that anyone else is liable to want it, but I do, being excessively fond of fairy tales in all shapes and sizes. And it is so perfect.

[pandanoai.livejournal.com]

:D :D Feel free!! I'll make sure everyone knows!

Since there is no way it will be finished tonight, have a preview:

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, in tale much like ones you've heard before, there was who had a merchant, named Joseph, that had three sons all with hair of gold like their dead mother.

His eldest son with eyes the color of coal, Tiberius, tinkered with gears and steam engines building boxes that could show the viewer images of fantastic things etched in glass and seeming to move.

His youngest son with eyes the color of the sea, Clint, from an early age had been able to hit any target be it with a cross bow or a fancy steam powered rifle.

But his middle child, Steven, with eyes the color of the brightest sky neither showed military prowess or technologic knowledge.

Steven, called Steve by most, preferred a pencil and pad of paper to weapons or gears. For the most part Joseph allowed him, even encouraged often bringing his son new and interesting things, from clockwork toys to models of the newest steam engines, to draw from his many travels much as he had done for his wife Sarah. Steve would look after his youngest brother and ignore the teasing of his eldest while running the house while his father was gone.

And so things went, quite happily for the family. Until one day the air-ships carrying shipments of new goods went missing. Without the goods, Joseph had nothing to show for the money he and his partner had sunk into the project. The family was left nearly penniless, all their servants gone.

Gone was the pocket money to buy the newest gadgets, or the hope of a commission into the military, and gone were the art lessons and new babbles to draw.

Tiberius berated their father for not using steam powered air-ships, which he pointed out were far safer and faster. Clint, who was just turned sixteen, tried to make the best of his old crossbow and rifle, but often wound up in tears with blood fingers from trying to fix them himself. The middle son at eighteen years old, Steve simply told his father he didn't need lessons and he could draw things he saw out his window.

He would remove the splinters from Clint's fingers and bandage his hands, then take which ever piece was broken and barter in the village for the parts to fix it then badger Tiberius until the elder fixed it in exchange for Steve taking his chores.

What little money the family did still have, Joseph drank or Tiberius wasted on girls and gambling.

Therefore, it was with great joy that Steve brought his father in the telegram that read one of the air-ships had been recovered.

Joseph was overjoyed, and prepared to go meet the ship. Before he left he asked each of his sons what they would want from town.

"Clothes of the newest fashion," Tiberius told his father.

Clint expected begged for: "A new crossbow."

Steve insisted there was nothing he wanted but when pressed by his father told him: "I'd like a rose. I've been trying to draw one and I don't think I'm getting it quiet right."

***
Joseph's trip had been a disappointing one. The report had been false and he was forced to return home empty handed.

Half-way home, a snow storm forced him to take refuge in a seemingly abandoned manor. Only as he found the manor was not abandoned. A voice echoed and metal in sound welcomed in him. He found a warm fire, hot food, and a dry warm bed.

The next morning he thanked his seemingly invisible host. All appeared well and Joseph made his way from the manor finding his horse waiting for him. He paused by the gate when a white rose, fresh and alive despite the snow, caught his eye. Thinking of Steve's request he thought to make at least one of his children happy and plucked it.

"This is how you repay my kindness?" The voice sounded as if the metal speaking tubes Tiberius had demonstrated to him once carried it.

The metal gates swung closed in front of Jospeh and his horse reared back throwing him to the ground.

"By stealing form me?" A creature seemingly made of metal stepped into view accompanied the sound of metal against metal and creaking joints.

Joseph screamed as metal hand grabbed him and he was dragged back into the manor.

Part 2 Re: Since there is no way it will be finished tonight, have a preview:

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

***
"You should go Steven. It is your fault father is in trouble," Tiberius snorted.

Joseph shook his head. "No, I will not hear of any of you going despite what I promised that iron monster."

Steve smiled and patted his father's hand. "You made a deal, father, and I'll honor it. The family needs you more than me anyways. At least this way there is one less mouth to feed."

"Glad that's settled," Tiberius said. "Maybe the Iron Beast won't kill you -- you could show him how well you can draw and apple."

Steve gritted his teeth ignoring his elder brother's laughter. "I'll pack my bag and leave tonight."

Joseph patted Steve's face. "So much like your mother," he sighed. "Is there nothing I can do to change your mind?"

"No, father," Steve told him firmly and headed into his room.

His youngest brother found him there and threw his arms around Steve. "You can't go!" he wailed.

"Clint," Steve sighed patting his back.

"No! The thing will eat you or do something horrible. I know it will. Let me come without and I'll shoot it dead," Clint promised.

"You broke your rifle yesterday." Steve shook his head and detached his brother from him. "Clint, I need you to stay here and help look after things until I come back. Can you do that for me?"

Clint crossed his arms over his chest. "You won't come back."

Steve turned from his packing his sketchpad and what were left of his pencils, and put his hands on Clint's shoulders. "I promise I'll come back by next Christmas."

"That's months away, almost a year!" Clint protested.

In the end, Steve had to sneak away after his father and youngest brother had gone to sleep. Tiberius in a odd moment of brotherly guilt or not wanting to miss a last chance to mock Steve accompanied him to the edge of the forest.

"Don't worry, brother!" Tiberius called as he rode away. "If you flutter your eye lashes maybe it'll mistake you for its bride!"

Steve sighed heavily, shouldered his pack and started into the forest towards the manor.

***

Steve looked at the large metal beast in front of him. It stood looked like it had been patched together from scraps and it wore clothes like a man, just like his father had said. "I'm here to exchange my life for my father's."

The Iron Beast made a rumbling sound and glared down at him. "When your father said he stole the rose for his middle child I assumed it was a daughter. Not an almost grown son. What use did you have for a rose?"

"I wanted to draw one," Steve said softly. "My father meant no harm, sir. It was my fault for making such a selfish request."

The Iron Beast made a sound of metal on metal, and Steve shivered from the sound as well as the cold. It was starting to snow again. "A bargain is a bargain. Your father upheld his word -- he sent his middle child. So I suppose I have no choice by to keep mine," it said gruffly.

The metal creature started to move and Steve flinched. He closed his eyes and waited for death to come, but it didn't. When he opened his eyes, the Iron Beast was standing to one side leaving enough room for a man to pass by it into the house. "Sir, Iron Beast?"

"Do you wish to freeze to death out here?" it demanded.

"No! No, I do not wish it." Steve protested, his fingers already felt frost bitten through his thread-bare gloves.

"Then enter, before I decide to leave you out here!" The words were bellowed from inside the Iron Beast.

Steve quickly darted past the metal monster and into the dark interior of the manor.

drabble, drabble, drabble!

[truthiness-aura.livejournal.com]

A little bit from The Green Serpent, a little bit from Cupid and Psyche, a little bit from Beauty and the Beast. (ETA: OK, this got huge, my apologies.)

Steve stepped over another tree root on the rocky path and wondered if he was going mad. Only the bravest and best-armed men of the realm went to face the dragon, and they did so covered head to toe in armor and carrying enormous weapons- greatswords, battleaxes, harpoons. Some came back, uninjured but shamed; some never returned, though old pieces of chainmail drifted down the mountain with the spring rains. After living his whole life in the shadow of the mountain, after years of watching and dreaming and thinking, Steve was walking to meet the dragon without arms or armor. He cannot help but feel he should be more worried about this.
The path was leveling out. Steve stepped from a mass of brushy growth onto a flat open tableland. He could not help glancing warily at the open sky arching above him.
"You wish to speak to a dragon. This dragon. Yes? Not to battle him, nor capture him, nor take his riches for your own." The spirit leaned forward from the mist and frowned at Steve.
"No. None of that; only to talk. To talk to the dragon."
"Why?" The spirit seemed to regard him closely. Steve started to speak, and then laughed.
"I- I am not certain. He has lived in this place for as long as I can remember. What does he think of? What can a dragon teach a m-teach me?"
The spirit gazed at him for a long moment. When it spoke again, it did so softly. "I will tell you three things to help you on your way. Use them wisely."
Steve was jerked from his thoughts by a shadow passing across his head. Startled, he looked up, and then reflexively threw his arms up.
The dragon dipped down and soared in an elegant arc along the edge of the plateau, claws skimming the stony edge where it turned into cliffside. Sunlight struck the mailed flanks; the dragon was rose-red in the light, a spot of fresh blood against the muted tones of the valley. It roared once- a resonant metallic sound that resonated off the peak- and swung high into a curve that would bring it back over the mountain. Steve ran forward from the brush, throwing his stick down and spreading his palms wide. Wind beat down on his hair; the dragon flapped its wings and hovered for a moment before settling lightly to the earth. It was no more than ten yards from Steve.
"Where is your armor, warrior?" The voice was resonant, mocking. A shining eye glared at Steve from the long face. He forced himself to keep his voice steady and his hands wide.
"I have no armor."
Fire flared briefly in the nostrils as the dragon snorted. "And arms? No, neither sword nor axe. Have you a troupe of friends in hiding, then, with arrows? Have you poison, nets?"
"First, you must go to him with empty hands, with no weapon and no armor."
"I have no weapon. I offer you no violence."
The dragon snorted again in amusement and flicked its tail. Steve slowly let his hands fall.
"Second, you must tell him the truth of why you are there."
"I come for knowledge. Brother."
The great narrow muzzle swung around; Steve met the dark, searching gaze as steadily as he knew how. This close, he could see bright golden scales scattered through the dragon's hide, even streaks along the leg joints and a symmetrical splash over the face. It- he- seemed to consider Steve for a long time.
"I know of no creature that would call me brother," the dragon said at last, in a small voice.
Steve breathed in. "I have wondered all my life what you are. Who you are."
"Third...the third thing you must do is to break a binding."
"I am the...unworthy servant...of the sorcerer who lives atop this mountain." The dragon hunched his shoulders, shook broad wings. "I guard his lands for him, and in return he is kind enough to call me son."
Steve swallowed, trying to rid himself of the sudden lump in his throat. "What's- my name is Steve. Steve. What can I call you?"
"My master calls me Anthion."
"Would you like me to call you that?" Steve kept his voice soft; he would have felt strange for approaching a dragon like a skittish horse, had the creature not seemed so miserable.
"No", the dragon said, soft again. "My name is Tony."

Re: drabble, drabble, drabble!

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

I like this so far. :D

I don't think the real mermaid tale will fit them anyways

[hohaiyee.livejournal.com]

From what I remember, the Prince did not love the Mermaid, and on the last night, she was given a choice by her sister who have trade their hair to the witch for a dagger, to slay the prince so she can be a mermaid again. The Mermaid refuses, and when the time is up, she turns into bubbles.

In some version, she became a spirit, a soul without a body. In some version, the difference between humans and mermaids was that the first have souls while the second lives forever.

I can't imagine who would be the Prince and who would be the Mermaid in such a scenario, and why wouldn't they be in love?

Although there are so many versions out there, I can't remember which is the classic anymore, and was there ever any one true classic anyways? There are mermaidish tales in Asia, though it fits more under Yōkai (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Y%C5%8Dkai). One I remember from a Chinese ancient law and execution drama...featured a Yōkai of a carp origin who fell in love with a scholar, and took the guise of an official's daughter.

Hmmm, I think I see Steve as being the mermaid more, like, 'fish out of the water'. He saves Tony from drowning, and Tony keeps looking for him. As Tony's life keeps getting more difficult, he keeps going back to the place where he almost drowned to talk to the waters where Steve can hear him. Until finally Steve joins him on land, or Tony joins him in the waters, and Dr.Strange is involved. Mermaid is never a happy story because at least one of them will have to abandon their home.

Or Steve is one of Thor's viking buddies and Tony is a water nymph, but then it's something completely different.

[masterofmidgets.livejournal.com]

*headdesks*

I have a bazillion things I actually need to be working on, and what am I doing? 1500 words and counting of East Of The Sun, West of The Moon Steve/Tony. Stupid brain.

Fun challenge though.

[pandanoai.livejournal.com]

Oooo that story sounds interesting! good luck with everything :D

[morgulq.livejournal.com]

Um...I have an idea for a Psyche rewrite and I'm part-way through a Steve-as-the-Avengers-Banshee drabble bit. I can't promise anything (I haven't written for years) but I'll try.

[pandanoai.livejournal.com]

thanks for trying! no worries if it doesn't pan out this time. :D i just needed some nice fluff after SI8 ::hugs::

[simmysim.livejournal.com]

HFAGDJFKGKDF THE PRINCESS AND THE PEA

[pandanoai.livejournal.com]

Are you claiming it? or just squeeing over the possibility of it? :3

[smilingskull.livejournal.com]

It is 7:22 in the morning. This is how my brain's working. JUST GO WITH IT.

The wolf was so close to his goal, that was little Red, sitting on the foot on the bed, cloak pulled tight and hood drawn over her eyes.

"You know," The wolf says happpily, "I think you've grown since I last saw you granddaughter. Ah children these days... you grow like weeds!"

"I know grandmother. These things happen." The voice is... just a bit too even. And the wolf is pretty sure that he's heard the voice before. Only... oh shit.

Little Red's gotten up, thrown off the cloak, and there stands Tony Stark in full armor, looking mad as blazes. Since when can the faceplace have emotion? He's going to have to talk to the artists about submitting to his will just a bit more.

"You know what else is I know?" Tony asks, palms outstretched. "That you're not my grandmother. Or a wolf. I know who you really are... Quesada!" Tony hops up on the bed, rips the wolf mask off, and places a repulsor just inches from Quesada's cheek. He draws the covers a little bit higher, trying not to show fear. "Now before I kill you, where the fuck are you keeping Steve and where's that shmuck Bendis?"

Quesada points with a shaking finger to the closet a few feet from the bed. He tries to breath deeply, he's the editor in chief, no one's gonna kill him... and then Tony smacks him upside the head, knocking him out cold.

He races to the closet, throws it open... and finds Steve.

"Steve! Oh my god! If only I had known that Quesada was keeping you in this bunker with him!" Steve stumbles out of the closet, hanging onto Tony for support.

"It sure is good to see a friendly face." Steve says happily. He looks like he hasn't seen sunlight in over a year. He could use a haircut, too. "I heard what you said... before we go find Bendis and dump him into the Hudson, can we stop and get Burbaker too?"

"Of course." Tony says happily, and, popping up the faceplace, pulls Steve in for a very long, very happy, extremely romantic kiss.

And then they went writer hunting and took out Liefeld too when they ran across him at the gas station later that week. And then lived happily ever after. THE END! :D


RIGHT SO. MY BRAIN IS CLEARLY ON SOMETHING. And now, I must go to class.

[ouri.livejournal.com]

...I love you. ♥!

Sleeping Beauty

[lilpocketninja.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, there was a prince. He was the fairest, bravest boy in all the land; everyone loved him for his beauty and his courage. Because of this, The United States Government Fairy of Justice granted him many blessings like strength and long life.

One day, the wicked Baron Zemo grew so jealous that he tried to slay the prince; however, because of the blessing, the Baron could only send the prince to sleep.

Many years passed, with the people forgetting about the prince, when several young heroes happened upon him. Long they debated how to wake the prince, and as to his true identity, but finally the Iron Warrior (moved by the prince's unsurpassed beauty) lay a kiss on his sleeping lips.

The warmth of the warrior's kiss awoke the prince. The Iron Warrior and the prince married and lived happily ever after.

***

There is something deeply wrong with making Steve a prince. Anyway.

Re: Sleeping Beauty

[hohaiyee.livejournal.com]

Squee!

Steve can be the prince of a very small and homely kingdom so he's not all isolated.

the Firebird and Princess Vasilisa

[saphirerose1986.livejournal.com]

I claim "the Firebird and Princess Vasilisa" though it is more of a oneshot than a drabble so far.I haven't written anything in three years and this is going to be my first avengers fanfic so I guarantee nothing.

Re: the Firebird and Princess Vasilisa

[pandanoai.livejournal.com]

that sounds fabulous~ i'm glad you picked that one. I can't wait to read it :D
(thanks for journeying into avengers-land :3)

[thisfishflies.livejournal.com]

So, I'm gonna try Little Mermaid. And I think I'll draw dome really cracky doodles. Doodles are funn.

[pandanoai.livejournal.com]

:D :D :D they sure are!!

can't wait to see them!!

Sleeping Beauty (Tony as the princess) part 1

[hohaiyee.livejournal.com]

In the valley of a southern coast, there was once a small kingdom that thrived on trade and innovation. The King pioneered airships that ran on water and the heat of the sun. The Queen was the respected diplomat that negotiated the treaty that shared developments across the union.

Their heir, Prince Tony, was handcrafting walking dolls for his playmates when he was eight, built the model of a shark that swam like the real thing when he was twelve...and was experimenting with mechanical wings before his fifteenth birthday.

On Tony's sixteenth birthday, he could barely walk. He spent the ball held in his honour on the royal balcony. Raising toasts after toasts of champagne in a steadily weakening gesture, though he had barely drank.

Before the dance floor had been cleared, Prince Tony had to be carried back to his chamber.

Re: Sleeping Beauty (Tony as the princess) part 1

[saphirerose1986.livejournal.com]

This looks good so far. I can't wait for the next part.

[runenklinge.livejournal.com]

I want Hansel and Gretel!

[runenklinge.livejournal.com]

Well, I´m calling dibs on it, I mean

Once upon a time there was a lumberjack and his wife. They had two children; one boy with hair as golden as the sun and one boy with hair black like the night.
They were called Stephen and Tony - and they were Nick´s pride and joy.
Stephen liked to draw and he was very talented; Anthony preferred to listen to knight-stories and had an almost unnatural fascination for iron.
The Furys were a happy family. But then the Green Plague came and when Nick lost one eye, his wife had lost her life. In order to give his children a mother, Nick had married the beautiful Amora.
But she was vain and only cared for herself.

So when a harsh winter came and the family didn´t have enough to eat, Amora convinced Nick to lead the children into the woods and leave them there. Nick´s heart broke, but one look into Amora´s enchanting eyes and he did as he was told.

Anthony had overheard the devilish plan and laid out a track of little pieces of iron so that Steve and himself could find their way home.
Their father was overjoyed when they returned, bu Amora´s gaze made him abandon his children again. Anthony had lost all his pieces of iron in the wood, so Stephen laid the trail this time. Unfortunately he used crumbs of bread he used as eraser while drawing and the animals of the woods ate all the crumbs.

They were despaired and walked day and night to get back to their father, but couldn´t find the way. Lonely, scared and tired they lay down beneath a tree and slept.

In the morning they awoke and were very sad. Stephen saw that his little brother was afraid and tried to gave him hope again. "We will find our way, Tony - we will get back home."

They walked and walked until they were tired.
Anthony was quite irritated and cursed loudly while they were trying to find their way home. He was nervous because of the dark, the dangerous animals and mostly because he felt abandoned. His big brother Stephen was also scared, but he grasped Anthony´s hand to make his brother feel more confident. Anthony was glad for that and squeezed Stephen´s hand. He just wanted to go home and he wanted his mom back.


It was dark and it was starting to become cold. They were very hungry and their father had always warned them about going into the woods at night. Then they got to a clearing and there was a gingerbread house. The walls were made of gingerbread, the windows were made out of sugar, it was decorated with cookies, candy canes and chocolate. It looked very nice and so tasty. They were both hungry, but... Anthony was suspicious. Who would build a house like this? Why? And how did it stand upright? How did it withstand bad weather? The cold? Technically....this shouldn´t be possible.
Stephen was also suspicious - these colors clashed horribly. Also, he thought that it should be decorated with red-white stripes, blue and stars...or at least little wings.

Anthony walked up to the house and started to examine it. Was this really...gingerbread? It looked like gingerbread, it felt like gingerbread, but
"Nibble, nibble, gnaw,
Who is nibbling at my little house?" a voice called to them.
"I didn´t eat it - it was for science. This house defies the laws of physic!"

[mardahin.livejournal.com]

I'm really, really tempted to do an old-school Cinderella (because the necrophilia-happy Sleeping Beauty is already taken, as is Snow White which is pretty damn close). Except I'm currently not in a position to actually commit to writing something, so I'm not going to. But if something comes to me, I'll let you know ^_~

The Shield-Boy and the Prince Who Could Not Laugh [Part One]

[cygna-hime.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, in a kingdom of considerable size, there lived a prince whose name was Anthony. Now, Anthony was all that a prince should be, being handsome even beyond the good looks inherent in anyone whose father commands a large number of armed men, and quite intelligent besides. He did all that was needful for one who would one day be a king, and so the people loved him.

It was near the prince's twentieth birthday when it was realized suddenly that Prince Anthony had never laughed. Now, for someone who daily took on more and more of the realm's cares, this would not be surprising, but he had never laughed even as a child. King Howard was devoted utterly to making his kingdom great, and from Anthony's infancy he had been taught only of serious matters. The King found nothing strange in his son's solemnity, if he even noticed. It was brought to his attention at length by Jarvis his seneschal who had raised the Prince from a boy and cared for him as his own son. At first, King Howard dismissed Jarvis's concerns as unworthy of his attention, so Jarvis devised a stratagem. At this time, you must know, there were dozens of princesses and ladies and fine folk (and some not so fine) vying for the hand of Prince Anthony, as tends to be the case when a prince (and a crown prince at that) is unwed. So many were there that King Howard could find no way to choose between them without offending this one or that one. Jarvis suggested, and the king decreed, that whosoever could make Prince Anthony laugh would have his hand in marriage and a princely estate besides, apart from all that would come to the spouse of the Crown Prince upon the death of the king.

And so, people being what they are, in short order the court became the merriest in all the world, with folk coming from near and far to seek the hand of the solemn prince. Ladies and lords learned to juggle or to jest; fools and minstrels plied their trade in the hope of making their fortunes. But despite all the amusing sights (and the failures were often funnier than the successes), Prince Anthony never so much as smiled. Even when the sight of so many dignified people making fools of themselves brought a chuckle to the king's lips, it had no effect on the prince.

No one asked Prince Anthony what he thought of this but Jarvis, to whom the prince replied, "If it amuses them and keeps them from causing trouble, what does it matter?" then returned to gazing morosely out the window.

His chief councilor and lady-in-browbeating, the Lady Virginia, known as Pepper for her hair and disposition, declared privately to the prince that what would make her laugh would be "throwing the whole pack of bloodsuckers out on some particularly chilly night and seeing who freezes first", but the prince replied with a smile that was almost enough to qualify Lady Pepper for queenship, had she desired such, "I don't think that would be appropriate. For one thing, it's only September." (Lady Pepper had told Prince Anthony at the beginning that, "Tony," for those few who knew the prince best called him Tony, "I will be your scribe, your chatelaine, your ambassador, and your general if necessary, but your queen I would not be for all the gold in the world.")

[To be continued.]

Re: The Shield-Boy and the Prince Who Could Not Laugh [Part One]

[geekychan.livejournal.com]

WHOO!

Captian Cindermerica

[geekychan.livejournal.com]

Can you put me down for Cinderella? I've got some ideas. Crazy ideas.

[cygna-hime.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'm bagsing the Snow Queen as well, because I simply cannot help it.

[elspethdixon.livejournal.com]

Can I share the snow queen prompt? Seeing as I already have 2500 words of it written? (which is what I get for starting a fic last year and not picking it up again until I saw the prompt today).

*late* *late*

[imightlie.livejournal.com]

uhh I'll try for the Ugly Duckling, probably gonna be a while tho X(

Re: *late* *late*

[pandanoai.livejournal.com]

i LOVED it!

thanks for participating

[nataku-kun.livejournal.com]

I... I think I have an idea budding for Swan Lake. Might make a picture book out of it, actually. Just throwing it out there until my exams are over, then I can claim it properly

[pandanoai.livejournal.com]

wow that's awesome!

and no rush! honestly it's about the delivery of the story! so anyone can do any prompt

[slytherin-gypsy.livejournal.com]

I'm in the process of writing something for The Frog Prince. Can we take more than one? Because I have a good idea for Donkeyskin and I have a feeling it won't leave me alone till I've written it...

[pandanoai.livejournal.com]

take as many as you like! it's all about the delivery of the story :D

[morgulq.livejournal.com]

I...may have started an adaptation of Hinemoa and Tutanekai.

It's 3 in the morning! *hugs her Earl Grey*

[pandanoai.livejournal.com]

:D :D :D

[empty-splendor.livejournal.com]

Late reply to this but I was inspired while working on my Holiday Fluff... may I claim The Tinder Box?

[pandanoai.livejournal.com]

of course! there's no time limit here :D

have fun :D