#fairytale friday

[traumendesmadchen]

Now that our visual novel Chronotopia: Second Skin has been released, we’re starting an event called ✨Fairytale Friday✨. Every Friday, we’ll discuss a tale from the game’s archives! 😃

Today we’re taking a closer look at The Princess and the Pea 👸.

This is basically the princess test: if one single pea is placed in your bed, will you be able to feel it (even under 20 mattresses)? 🛏️🛏️🛏️

If so, congratulations, you’re a princess! Here’s your prince as a reward 🤴.

To me this one has always felt more like a joke about fairytale princesses rather than a real tale 📚.

Mentioning Andersen in Chronotopia can also be considered cheating since he has little ties to foklore but I really wanted to squeeze in ONE reference 😆.

💜 Consider buying Chronotopia on itchio for Creator Day!💜

[imaginedreamwrite]

Oh Fairytales, how fun!

Could I ask for the Wildest Dream trio with Sleeping Beauty? They all knew each other as toddlers before reader is taken away for safety and they meet each again in early adulthood...

...before reader gets her finger pricked and fall asleep.

The two future kings were lost, they knew they were and no manner of map-skills would’ve helped them in the thicket of trees. They were frustrated and aggravated by the hunt they had went on hours ago, the trip meant to come before the long process of finding their queen. With a huff, Steve had rumpled the map and tossed it into a creek, not bothering with the egregious thing any longer than he had to.

“It’s your fault we’re lost-“

“Don’t blame me-“ Steve had countered Bucky’s statement, rolling his eyes as he stepped into a soft clearing and then he had come to a sharp stop.

Before them in the clearing was a girl who was their age, just a few months before turning 16, walking along the edge of the clearing with a basket in her hands. Steve was enraptured by her and the soft humming that echoed in the clearing, the sounds radiating as she had busied herself picking berries. He was speechless, unable to breathe as he recognized her from their childhood, the friend who had been cursed and hidden away.

“You took the wrong turn-“ Bucky had walked directly into the back of Steve, his hands falling to hips hips to stabilize himself, and then he looked past his best friend and future king. “She looks familiar-“

“Y/N.” Steve spoke your name with a soft entrancement, stealing your attention and drawing the hums to a close. “It’s Y/N.”

“Steve,” Bucky came to stand by Steve, his hand brushing against Steve’s, their amazement and shock unbound, “what are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” You questioned them, inhaling sharply when Steve started to cross the clearing, his hand outstretched toward you cheek as if he couldn’t believe you were real.

“You disappeared. One day we were running together in the halls of the castle and the next…” Bucky trailed off, following after Steve to stop before you. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“You’re okay,” Steve’s smile was bright and soft, endearing in the most natural way, “you can come back with us. We can be together-“

“I can’t.” You cut him off, shrugging him off with melancholy. “The castle sounds beautiful but I can’t…I can’t leave. I’m safe here-“

“We can keep you safe, Steve and I-“ Bucky reached for you, he had reached for your hand and grasped the tips of your fingers, just barely holding onto you before you had pulled away as if you’d been burned.

“You need to leave. You have to leave. You need to forget you ever saw me.” you picked up your basket and the skirts of your dress, running from them toward the edge of the clearing, knowing they were chasing after you.

“Y/N, wait-!” Bucky had almost grabbed hold of your arm, he had almost reached for you when the trees themselves had reacted as if they were alive, closing around you like a shield.

“Y/N! You don’t have to run anymore!” their voices were silenced behind you, they were closed off and you were once again embraced by the forest, safeguarded from the curse that plagued you.

[lockejhaven]

servant to dragon & king: character intro

↪ Myhren & Fable

Merlin and their Journal-in-'Human'-Form

Like the stories, Myhren is a sorcerer. Born to bring King Artwyn (Arthur) to power and restore magyk to the realm.

Unlike the stories, Myhren is not an old white man with a long beard. Instead, they are an androgynous dark sorcerer; a necromancer, with the heart of a dragon.

My tale is an old one. That much should be quite clear. It is not, however, as it has been told. There are kings, and dragons, and sorcerers. There is dark magyk and powerful magyk; the two of them not always separate. There is pain, joy. Loss, and heartbreak. My tale is not simple. It is repetitive and full of paradox. Perhaps there is good reason for so many retellings, but I do not know what it is or could be. Instead, I have chosen to tell my tale as I know it. My own life and experiences. My own dragons. My own pain, loss, and heartbreak. For in a memory as old as mine, there is a truth worth seeking; a light worth following. Perhaps in the candor of my tale, others will find the necessary inspiration to continue on toward their own light. -- Servant to Dragon & King, An Introduction

Fable has always been sentient; in fact, he is known to simply vanish from Myhren's desk and appear somewhere else in the realm.

Later, he was given a mortalic form by a mischievous god. He was free to fly and run (physically run) with knowledge of Myhren's deepest thoughts and darkest experiences. Don't let his mischievous nature fool you, however; he's not one to give up Myhren's secrets so easily.

Fable is one of few that can withstand Myhren's true, uncontrolled power. Although he may have been a prank at first, he becomes something much more. A partner, and constant. Someone that will survive as long as they have, and never fade.

A living reminder of their lifetime and the stories they have breathed.

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fairytale friday: princess and the pea

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday 🖤

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It's late but it's still Friday somewhere and I put too much effort in to not post this. Please enjoy a long snippet of The Darkest Fairytale (aka cat!buck/witch!eddie). Prev snippet here. Putting it under the cut because there's some mild description of mishandling Buck while he's in cat form. For reference Buck and Eddie are both teenagers here.

Evan is- well, he’s a lot of things right now. Scared. Confused. Pissed off. Cornered. 

Maddie isn’t around, their parents are worse than ever and, to top it all off, he’s stuck as a goddamn cat. It’s something that’s happened a few times now. The thing is he has no idea how it happens or what exactly it is he does to become human again. All he knows is that one minute he’s Evan and the next he’s got four legs, paws, fur and a tail. And all he can do is helplessly meow or hiss because apparently nobody can understand him. Right now that’s a big fucking problem. 

Three teenage boys – he’s pretty sure he recognizes them from a rival high school’s football team – are crowding around him, backing him into a clump of bushes and trees. He had just been out for a walk, trying to blow off some steam from the latest fight with his parents, and then he became this. Of course, they noticed.

One is wearing a backwards ballcap, another has a Steelers jersey, and the third one has a Zippo lighter he keeps flicking open and snapping shut. 

“It’s okay, kitty cat. We’re not gonna hurt you,” Jersey Kid says, lunging for Evan as if to prove that’s exactly what they’re planning to do. 

On instinct, Evan swats at him, successfully leaving a deep scratch on his forearm. 

“Dude! What the fuck!” Jersey Kid yells and nearly tries again, but Ballcap stops him. 

“You can’t go being an asshole about it, dumbass.” 

Ballcap leans down, reaching out for Evan. He really should have seen it coming. Unfortunately, Evan is so focused on Ballcap he misses the fact that Lighter Kid is behind him, ready to grab him the moment he’s backed up far enough. 

Evan hisses and growls, flailing his body in an attempt to break free. He thinks he manages to claw at Lighter Kid’s face. Despite his efforts he suddenly finds himself in the dark. Evan stops long enough to realize he’s in a bag of some kind. Maybe a backpack? One of the kids must have had it on them and he never noticed. 

Bile rises in his throat and he’s angrier than before. He lets out a throaty yowl and begins to thrash around again, determined to get away. 

“Christ, Jimmy, is it really worth it for a stupid cat?” One of them says.

“I told you. That’s not just a cat.”

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s god himself - OW! Fucking thing scratched me through my bag.” 

Good, Evan thinks. At least until the hit comes and he’s knocked to the bottom of the pack. 

“Knock it the fuck off.”

He’s going to get out of here. If he has to wait until they open the bag so he can dart off, so be it, but he’s getting the fuck away from them. 

“Hey!” 

A new voice, another boy not part of the original group. Evan makes himself as small as possible, hoping this person won’t catch on that he’s there. 

“You got some kinda animal in there?” Shit.

“What the fuck do you care?” Backpack kid sneers. “It’s none of your business.”

“Well,” New Guy says, “It kinda is based on the way you just elbowed that bag. Pretty sure no one does that and says ‘knock it the fuck off’ to a textbook.”

Backpack kid makes some kind of offended sound, and there’s muffled offerings from the other two. It feels like they’re moving again, but that doesn’t last long before the bag slams into his back and they come to a stop. After that everything becomes a bit of a blur. 

Evan can’t help the surprised yowl that escapes when the bag gets thrown to the ground. At least that’s where he hopes he is. Outside there’s what sounds like shoving, grunting and cursing. Evan scratches frantically at the zipper line hoping to escape while everyone is distracted. It’s not budging though. Distantly he thinks he hears more yelling, but then everything falls silent except for the sound of footsteps approaching. 

“Hey there.” New Guy’s voice is soothing. There’s no hint of malice like the others. Still, Evan isn’t entirely sure he can trust him and prepares to bolt when he has the chance. 

A thin stream of light shines in, growing wider as the zipper opens. He watches the gap increase until he’s certain there’s enough clearance. Evan wants to quickly get as far away as possible, but not before making sure New Guy knows not to mess with him. He wriggles through the opening right into New Guy’s hands. 

Evan squirms and bites. Hard. New Guy tenses but doesn’t fight Evan. He simply deposits him gently in the grass. 

“It’s okay little one. You’re safe now.” 

New Guy has tan skin, dark brown hair that falls forward over his forehead, and eyes the color of a Hershey bar. He smiles at Evan and tentatively holds his hand out as an offering. He smells like sunshine and evergreens.

“I’ll bet someone’s missing you.”

I highly doubt it. 

“Oh.” New Guy abruptly pulls his hand away. “You talk.” 

You- understand me?

“Yeah. I, uh, well. I’m a witch and you’re a familiar, right? Am I not supposed to understand you?” 

Evan’s heard of familiars, but he’s not- that’s not what he is. He didn’t have the slightest inkling he even had any magick until recently. 

I think you’ve got it wrong. Whatever you think I am, I’m not. 

New Guy scrunches his brows for a moment before offering a soft smile and extending his hand again. “I’m Eddie by the way. I didn’t realize you were- or I guess you’re not. Either way I should have maybe introduced myself earlier.”

[onceuponanaromantic]

modus operandi

(Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt: FFF218 How Do You Use It? This isn't related to anything I'm working on but enjoy!)

It wasn’t much, but it had been her mother’s.

Maybe that’s what made it hurt all the more.

            She lets her face press to the cold stone of the bridge, trying to ease the ache of her heavy heart. It shouldn’t matter that she had hand sewn every one of the beads onto the bodice, that she had embroidered every stitch into the skirt by candlelight, that she had never worn it until today. She had stayed up late, squinting by the weak glow of the candlelight, eyes burning and fingers bleeding from where she had pricked them trembling with exhaustion, trying to finish the alterations in time.

            All she had wanted was one night. One moment to remember what she had used to be, what her mother had wished for her.

            The gash in the skirt bleeds where the ink pot was thrown at her. Where she rubs her fingers on it, they still come away black, instead of the blood red it looks under the moonlight. She feels the last sob escape her, bubbling through her throat.

            She is no scholar to win her freedom by sneaking out to take the Civil Service exam as Shen Xiumin did. She has no skill for singing, unlike Huang Meilin, to run away to the stage and hide her face behind the face paint of the opera. She is no warrior to restore her family’s honour as Hua Chenyi did.

            All she had were her hands. All she had were her eyes. The eyes that picked up the beads left behind where noblewomen dropped them from their hems, the calloused hands with unpainted nails that stitched them into the dress.

            “Hush, child.” A voice emerges from behind her. “Why do you cry?”

            She turns, bowing to the fox emerging from the undergrowth, her seven tails swishing. “Lady Fox.”

            The fox’s fathomless eyes dart to the dress. “I see, the Prince will choose a bride tonight at the masquerade, won’t he? He will choose based on the dress.”

            She could not admit that all she had wanted was a single night. She was no great beauty, but she had her skill.

            “You have always been kind to the water spirits and the forest sprites. I will reward you now.”

            The dress lifts into the air as she gazes upon it. The jacket lifts, the skirt puffs outwards before narrowing. When it descends, it is as soft as the mulberry silk only palace nobles could afford, the expensive deep green dye covered with intricate silver and gold where her own once laid.

            And it looks nothing like her mother’s dress.

            “Put it on. It will return to its former state by the hour of the tiger, but you should have time for a dance.”

            But even as she takes it into her hands, she finds her head shaking. “Noble Lady Fox, I cannot accept your gift. For this was my mother’s and it would be a disservice to both of us to wear the dress as it is.” She swallows. “I am sorry, Noble Lady Fox, I am honoured but I still have my pride. I cannot accept this. I cannot wear it to the ball.”

            The fox gazes at her, her dark eyes inscrutable. “Is that your final answer?”

            She nods. “Then very well.”

            The dress disappears from her hands altogether and when she looks up from the ground, the fox is gone too.

            She swallows past the bitterness suddenly in her throat, for she knows better than to demand her dress back.

            Days pass, and the prince announces his bride. She watches as the noblewoman steps up beside him, her hand dainty and soft, her nails painted elegantly, her face powdered and her lips as small and red as cherries. She moves on with her life, until one day, a courtier comes knocking at her door.

            “Are you Xiu Yanli?” The courtier asks, her eyes squinting to read the characters. “Please come with me to the palace.”

            She goes, even though the courtier doesn’t explain, not even when her stepmother demands to know where she’s going, demands that the walnuts will not shell themselves nor the tea steep itself in its pot. She goes, even though she knows she will never be able to come back after this.

            All she had left that meant anything was the dress anyway, and that was taken from her too.

            She stiffens as they reach the palace, but relaxes as they go around to the back. Then, she stiffens again, as she is led through a corridor opulent with gold dragons on the windows and through staircases with deep walnut wood engravings in them. Only the emperor is allowed gold dragons.

            But she doesn’t say anything as she is led into a room. She sinks to her knees, bowing fully as the new empress-to-be stands before her.

            When she raises her eyes though, she cannot help but gasp.

            Her dress lies beautifully against her body, exactly as it looked that night, except the gash was now a silver and gold inlay that spiralled like a cobweb and the ink stain curved into beautiful delicate patterns like a painting of lotuses and bamboo on silk.

            “I am told you are the seamstress who made this?” The empress-to-be’s voice is soft and high.

            “I did the alterations, your Highness. It was originally my mother’s.”

            “How did you make it do that with the beading?”

            She explains but after, she forces herself to speak. “How did you get it?”

            The empress purses her lips, and all of a sudden, she’s reminded that the empress is younger than her. “I’m new to the palace too. Another lady ruined my original dress and I was crying, except a fox came in and offered it to me, if I would recognise the seamstress later.”

            She looks shyly at her. “Would you come and be a handmaiden for me? It’s just… I need a friend. You would stay here, of course, but you can return if you want. I’m not- I don’t mean to force you.”

            She bowed. She bowed deeply and gratefully, before straightening up and smiling.

            “Of course. But can I have my dress back? It isn’t much, but it was my mother’s.”

[thelinnmiser]

So Since Tomorrow Is National Fairytale Day, I'm Gonna Make This BEFORE Total Drama & Spongebob's Version Of Red Riding Hood.

And Yes This Is Gametoons, I'm Back Into THAT Phase While Being Into Poppy Playtime. (Only The Project Playtime & Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 Eras Of Gametoons To Me Are The Best.)

[dukeofqueers]

leopard vasya for an art discord prompt plus vasio doodling afterwards while battling a migraine. do u ever just want to passionately kiss a fictional character or

maybe so.

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

FairyTale AU: Sleeping Shirozu

Cast:

Teen Shirozu as Sleeping Beauty/Aurora

Teen Sunny SickHemps as The Prince

Teen Candence(Lila Sky's adopted Daughter/ Shirozu's bully) as Maleficent

Teen Rosie, Teen Melody, Teen Anastasia as the three fairies

Sick Boyfriend and Drugfriend as the king and queen

You're free to add some of your characters into the AU.

This AU, I'm gonna use the Spongebob Parodies Fankids in their Teen years.

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Folklore Friday

Today's "Retelling Fairytales Badly": Hop O My Thumb/Thumbling. As usual, done all in one take without referencing the source material.

Despite what you'd think by the title, this story has nothing to do with Tom Thumb or Thumbelina.

(Heads up, some TW in this one. TW for abandonment and death)

Okay yes, the protagonist is said to have been no bigger than a man's thumb at birth, but considering he spends the rest of the story only slightly smaller than his six brothers, it was probably shorthand for "this kid was born premature and we're not used to babies that small". And the kid is just kind of short but also very clever.

But no, this isn't a Thumbelina variation. It's actually more of a Hansel and Gretel plot archetype.

See, Thumbling's parents are not what we'd call the Parents of the Year.

First of all, they named their youngest child Thumbling.

Secondly, after raising seven sons -- seven -- to be roughly between six and ten years old (guessing several were twins or triplets) they just decided "Nah, parenting is too hard. Times are scarce so we'll just dump ALL SEVEN of them in the WOLF INFESTED FOREST because our comfort and whims are much more important than theirs."

Just like Hansel and Gretel (suggesting perhaps an older oral folktale both became conflated with), Thumbling is like "Forget that, hey boys, help me lay a trail of white pebbles to follow home."

And just like Hansel and Gretel, the Worst Parents Ever decide next time they just have to try harder and make sure there's no pesky rocks to lead their victims home. This time the boys only have breadcrumbs, which is a bad idea in the forest where there are many things that eat breadcrumbs.

Ants, for instance. Or birds. Maybe squirrels. Possibly a Gingerbread Witch who's down on her luck and needs ingredients to make a house.

Thumbling and company decide to climb some trees, just in case of wolves, which is actually quite sensible. While they're up there, one of them spots a house and Thumbling climbs higher to get a better look.

The good news is the house is not gingerbread or inhabited by a witch with anthropophagous tendencies.

The bad news is the house is inhabited by two ogres with anthropophagous tendencies.

The worse news is that the boys can't discern the ogres' dietary inclinations just from squinting at them out of a tree.

Either Thumbling (I can't keep typing that, y'all. We're calling him Tee from now on) wasn't there the night they were telling cautionary tales like Red Riding Hood, or he wasn't listening, because he convinces his older brothers that the house is the safer option compared to sleeping in a tree. So down they go and knock at this ogre couple's door. To the ogres, this was, I presume, about like having a box of McNuggets knock on your door right after dinner. But they're not going to look a gift McNugget in the mouth, not when they have seven little ogres of their own to feed.

Alright, fair warning: this is where it gets messed-up. Because while Tee and his brothers are in a story about not trusting strangers and surviving by your wits, the ogres are in a story more akin to Greek myths, where betraying the laws of hospitality has horrific consequences. TW under the cut.

(TW child death. Always hated this part as a kid)

The ogre and his wife decide to put the boys up for the night in their kids' room. Inexplicably, wee ogres are about the same size as human kids. I guess they hit their growth spurt later. Most likely it was just narrative convenience to explain away the ogre's really terrible night vision.

Mrs. Ogre puts the boys in seven little sleeping bonnets to distinguish them from the ogrelets, who all have seven little crowns. That doesn't seem comfortable to sleep in, but granted, they are ogres. Their idea of comfort is probably different than a human’s. They plan to sneak in while the kids are all sleeping and bludgeon the boys.

Tee doesn't trust the ogres as far as he can throw them, which is smart. He doesn't know what's up with the crowns and bonnets, but he figures if he swaps everyone's hats, it'll at least buy them some time to run if anything goes down. Unfortunately, he's right, and his childish solution has tragic side effects. Ogre comes in later with his complete lack of night vision and feels around for who has crowns and who has bonnets.

Because apparently he can't even remember who got put in what bed.

Tee and his brothers wake up when the ogre bludgeons the wrong set of seven. They make their horrified escape just as the ogre and his wife realize their terrible mistake.

Never thought that was fair as a child. The seven ogrelets didn't even know Thumbling and Company existed! It wasn't their fault.

You know what? No. Heck that. I'm the narrator and what I say goes. Nobody dies in this retelling!

Ogrelets have to be made of sturdy stuff considering how gnarly growth spurts must be for them. So we'll just say the seven tots were COMPLETELY FINE but also VERY TICKED OFF at their old dad, who has some explaining to do.

To escape a very annoyed wife who's like "why didn't you take a lamp?! We literally have them all over the house! HOW DO YOU FORGET WHICH BED YOU PUT WHICH KIDS IN?" And his seven ogrelets with ice packs and grudges, Ogre puts on his magical Seven League Boots and goes chasing after Tee and The Boys.

The Boys have found a cave in the meantime, that is much too small for Ogre to even see into. One can only hope it's also too small for wolves, because those didn't go away, they still live in the woods. Regardless, the Boys camp out in there like "Well I guess we have crown theft and assault and battery on our consciences now".

Tee, being like, six or seven, has a more Peter Pan mentality of "Well that was an intense game! What should we do next?"

Ogre is out all night looking for Tee's gang, and conveniently decides to sleep outdoors next to the cave.

Given how justifiably mad his wife is, I do understand why he's choosing to sleep outside, but right next to the cave? That's "suddenly a hunter walked by Red Riding Grandma's house" levels of Convenient. But it's a fairytale so we'll just pretend there's nothing weird about that.

Tee gets a idea: Ogre can't chase them nearly as quickly without those Seven League Boots. So he tells his brothers to run for home -- ignoring the fact that they're here because home was not a safe place to be in the first place -- because he has Another Idea.

"Tee no," We hope the eldest brothers said.

"Tee yes," we resignedly know Thumbling responded.

So once his brothers tiptoe past the snoring Ogre, Tee somehow manages to pry the Seven League Boots off of him. Nobody ever explains how. This dude is roughly the size of an elephant and this tiny kid just yoinks his boots off without waking him up. And these boots, being magic, just automatically resize themselves to Tee's tiny feet, which is decidedly useful if you need to share shoes with six siblings.

The kid decides "hey I could use these shoes to get rich!" And just leaves the ogre there.

How a tiny kid with magic boots gets rich, I don't know. But eventually he comes home with money and his Terrible Parents have to live with the knowledge that the kids they tried to abandon could turn on them at any moment and they'd only have themselves to blame. The kids, on the other hand, live happily ever after.

And the ogrelets will never let their dad live this down. Never.

[alenei]

I thought I knew a million mythical creatures but I fully was like ‘Moon Fairy?’ Honestly, a mermaid would have been better but I already used this for ‘Ivory Heart’ very bad planning on my side haha 🌑🖤

[traumendesmadchen]

Now that our visual novel Chronotopia: Second Skin has been released, I’d like to start a new event called ✨Fairytale Friday✨. Every Friday, we’ll discuss a tale from the game’s archives! 😃

Starting with a cult classic: Beauty & the Beast ("La Belle & la Bête" in French). Did you know Beauty had sisters? (And brothers too depending on the version) Of course, they’re awful 😒.

So awful in fact that they get turned into statues and forced to witness Beauty’s happiness for all eternity 🗿. Fairies are scary, huh…

I'm cheating a little bit with this one but the illustration is on point, don’t you think~

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[themerlinlibrary]

Favourites Friday (Sept 2023) – Fairytale AU

TML Favourites Friday round-up! September 2023 round 2

What is Favourites Friday? – The Basics

a different theme is announced on Friday each week; FF recs must match the theme of the week

only one FF rec per person per week/theme

FF recs must be unique within that week/theme; no double-posting the same fic for one theme!

no self-recs during regular rounds

only self-recs during self-rec rounds (last Friday of each month)

Theme for week 2: Fairytale AU!

something isn’t right, babe (I keep catching little words but the meaning’s thin) by aletterinthenameofinsanity T, 2.7k, Merlin/Arthur Canon AU; Fairytale Retelling

The Fairy Prince and his Noble Paramour by Sunfall_of_Ennien Art, Merlin/Arthur

All is Semblative by Whitefox G, 10k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era; Cinderella Elements

Coming of Age by astolat G, 6k, Merlin/Arthur Canon AU; Wild Hunt

Counterfeit Princess by JessicaMDawn T, 33k, Merlin/Arthur Canon Era AU

You Must Remember This by seperis E, 6.2k, Merlin/Arthur (?)

Arto-maglos by MerlinMorganEmrys G, 3.4k, Gwen/Arthur Fairytale Fusion (?)

Obedient Prince by AnnikaDHeart T, 11k, Merlin/Arthur Ella Enchanted Fusion

A masterlist of all round-ups can be found here.

If you want to make sure you never miss a FF rec, or would like to participate and share your own favourites; join us on the Discord TheMerlinLibrary! Happy reading!

About the FF round-up lists:

Recs are listed in the order they were posted on the Discord; the order does not imply any sort of ranking.

The pairing given in this list is the main pairing of each respective fic – please read the tags for any possible minor or side-pairings, as well as any potential warnings or triggers.

Pairings and Eras are given as tagged in each respective fic. (?) signifies that the tags were unclear and I do not know enough about the fic to fill the gaps.

Round-ups are compiled on the weekend of the week after the respective theme of the post (when the new theme has already been anounced), to avoid omitting potentially belated FF recs.

The weekly round-up is not a guarantee! I'm running this alone, so it can only be posted for weeks when I have enough time on my hands to compile a list. If you'd like to help out, feel free to contact me on Tumblr ( @zaharya ) or Discord.

[lockejhaven]

locket's fairytale friday

↪ servant to dragon and king : the blade

The most infamous event of King Arthur's story could arguably be his success in pulling sword from stone and, essentially, laying claim to the throne. The truth is much less inspiring.

In King Artwyn's time, he started as a prince. By the time his father died and he became king, the sword was nowhere to be found. It was not until a few years into Artwyn's rule that it surfaced. In an attempt to defend from invasion, Artwyn sought Myhren and Kyarrah's council. It was then that he learned of Excalibur. Artwyn sent Myhren to retrieve the legendary artifact, and Myhren succeeded not a moment too soon. Not even 24 hours after the blade had returned had Artwyn used its power to drive out the [redacted] invading forces. His armies cheered in victory.

Victory was short-lived. Distress rose in its place as Artwyn assaulted his own soldiers, eyes glazed with the light of the blade; light that was quite obviously a curse, and not a blessing. Artwyn's knights managed to disarm him, only for another to take hold of Excalibur in an attempt to wrangle it into obedience. It became a new challenge on the battlefield.

In the end, Myhren managed to sheathe the blade and bring it, as well as Artwyn, back to the palace, ordering the remaining knights to support one another in their return. The blade had proved to be both a great ally and a nasty enemy; Artwyn wanted nothing to do with it, however the people of the kingdom had not yet heard of its betrayal. Noting Myhren's strength in refusing the temptation of the sword, Artwyn bestowed it upon Myhren, essentially knighting them with the important task of keeping it safe, hidden, and most importantly, out of the hands of both good and evil alike. Myhren and Myhren alone found themself able to wield the blade, as proven by their success in retrieving it, and the blade stayed with them for the rest of time; disguised on their back as a simple, metal sword.

In order to strengthen the ruse, Artwyn claimed to have driven the blade into a heavy stone and thrown the stone into a deep, unmarked lake, where it would never be seen again.

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Eddie is dating now. At least he’s pretty sure that’s what it is.

Bobby told him he needs to move on. That one day he won’t wake up and immediately think of his dead wife. So. He made a phone call, met Ana for breakfast, and it went well. They even made plans to meet up again.

She’s attractive, funny, obviously well educated, and Christopher already likes her. It feels like a good thing. It is a good thing. That’s what he focuses on until his phone chimes in his pocket. The ridiculous [text tone] Buck set so Eddie would always know it’s him.

When he checks the message, there’s a picture of an open takeout box. Finally getting to eat this. If you can believe it, someone started choking at the restaurant and we never did get to have breakfast together. Probably good you already had plans.

Eddie rolls his eyes even though no one is around to see him. Even after the insanity of the last shift, no one’s going to convince him jinxes are a real thing. There’s plenty of legitimate magick — and logic — to explain what happened. No need to defend the notion that one word being spoken equates to an automatic day from hell. He honestly doesn’t understand how any of them believe it when they all have gifts of some sort.