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somedayonbroadway · 2 years

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ngl i’m obsessed with the idea of a sleeping beauty (sprace) au

Sleeping Beauty AU

Well then I hope you enjoy this working first chapter. To be honest, it came as a shock to me too. I hope you enjoy!

It was a party, a huge celebration spreading throughout the kingdom, far and wide. Everyone was invited and welcome to meet the new pride and joy of Manhattan. There was an orchestra inside in the throne room, playing a lullaby as a newborn baby wailed in his crib.

Jankin stood over the babe, watching him with a distinct curiosity. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this close to a human child, so small and vulnerable. The boy was sobbing and Jankin had half a mind to use his wand to get the boy to sleep until those crystal blue eyes caught sight of him. The sobs quieted down and those tiny hands gasped at the air between him and the fairy above him. The child babbled and wiggled around, making Jankin tilt his head.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” the queen whispered beside Jankin who was yanked out of his thoughts to nod.

“Yes, my queen,” he smiled forcefully. Jankin had never been one to smile much. He wasn’t here for pleasantries or chocolate. The fairy was here to protect, just as he’d been doing for years. “Beautiful.” And small, and vulnerable. The young fairy had no idea how humans grew up without magic. This child wouldn’t last a day if it weren’t for the blessing Jankin would soon bestow on him.

“Oh, here comes his betrothed,” the queen smiled eagerly as a young boy from the neighboring kingdom of Brooklyn, no older than five, grimaced over the child in the crib, clearly disgusted by him in some way. Jankin did not know why, but was suddenly overwhelmed with anger at that little prince who didn’t know any better. With a small wave of his hand, unnoticed by the lot, the fairy sent that young boy’s scarf over his eyes and turned him around. Though the queen saw nothing, she laughed. “Jankin, he’s only a boy. No need to punish him for things he can’t understand.”

The young fairy only shrugged. “A little mischief might make him at least more interesting than his father,” he joked, making the queen laugh.

“My people!” the king shouted over the mess of noise. The musicians stopped playing immediately and everyone looked to the king, waiting for what he was about to say. Jankin watched the queen scoop up the new prince of Manhattan, cradling him like he was the most precious thing in the world. “My queen and I would like to thank you for celebrating this joyous occasion with us. We would like to officially introduce you to your prince, the most beautiful child I have ever laid eyes on.” Jankin looked around as he felt a chill in the air. His eyes narrowed a bit at the walls. For a moment they seemed to close in on him. “For the first time, let me present Prince Anthony Isaac Higgins!” The kingdom erupted into cheers as the child was laid back down in his cradle. “Now we shall humbly accept the gifts our beloved Jankin has wished to bestow upon the child…”

When the fairy heard his name, he snapped back to reality, standing over the child who stared at him with wonder. Jankin pulled out his wand slowly and began to whirl some magic around the boy, watching as the child’s eyes followed his every move. For a long moment, the young fairy studied the child. He began to sing over him and the whole room began to dim, like Jankin and this little prince were the only two people in the room. The creature’s soft voice was mesmerizing and indescribable. Everyone leaned into the scene to try and hear the words he whispered over the boy in a language they couldn’t understand. The newborn was calm, accepting the magical gifts he was given, before all the goodness was sucked out of the room in an instant.

Every light in the room went out as the wind was swept from Jankin’s lungs, making him gasp. He whirled around, his wand at the ready. But just as he whipped the thing back to cast a spell, something wrapped around his wrists, beginning to pull him backwards. The young fairy struggled as the wand was snatched from his hand and black vines tangled their way around his body, winding their way even around his neck and mouth and waist to pull him back into the wall behind him. Jankin was so busy panicking that he didn’t even hear the baby crying or the king and queen screaming for the guards that were easily thrown backwards by one flick of a dark creature’s fingers. The vines began to strangle him, like they were trying to suck the soul out of him. And when the fairy could finally open his eyes, he was met with those of a demon standing before him, dark and soulless. “That ought to hold you,” came the dark grin of the kingdom’s worst nightmare.

Across the lands, he was known only as The Spider. The Spider was a dark soul, one that had once been a friend to this land before he turned to his evil ways, striking terror in the people of this precious land, fear for their loved ones when The Spider had ruled. Jankin winced when he thought of the scars on the old fairy’s back where his wings once laid. He closed his eyes when he felt the Spider’s breath on his face. “Little Jankin, all grown up, are we?” the dark creature chuckled. “Fear not, for you will soon realize what these humans are as I once did. Nothing but little vermin beneath your feet.” There was a wretched evil smell on The Spider’s breath and Jankin swallowed hard, trying to Will his magic to cut through these vines. He wasn’t strong enough. They were slowly killing him.

While The Spider was watching him slowly fade, Jankin watched out of the corner of his eye as the queen made a dash for her baby. It was enough movement for The Spider to turn and laugh as he grabbed his own wand, sending a jagged glass wall up from the floor in between a mother and her child. “Now, now, your highness,” The Spider chuckled. “I was quite distressed when I did not receive an invitation to meet the new prince of my own kingdom—“

“This land does not belong to you!” the king shouted. “It will one day be in the hands of our child.”

The queen stared at The Spider with wide eyes. “We mean you no harm,” she pleaded in a breath. “Please do not lay a hand on my child.”

The old fairy smiled, glancing at Jankin in amusement. “Have you ever held one? They’re just as fragile as glass. One wrong hand and they shatter,” he explained before turning back to the child as Jankin struggled to keep his eyes open. “Fear not, your highness, for I shall not lay a single hand on the boy.” The reassurance sounded more like a threat. “In fact, I came here to grant the child a gift.”

The only thing anyone heard in the room was a panicked Jankin trying to breathe as the vines curled tighter and tighter around him. The child beneath The Spider whined a bit, babbling and reached up at the air before him. The Spider gave a grimace of disgust as the boy looked at him. He circled the small cradle like a lion stalking it’s pretty before he lifted his wand. Then he turned to face the crowd. “Listen well, all of you!” The queen didn’t move, only having eyes for her baby. The king had a hand on his sword, though he could not get to the demon. “This child shall grow to have a wonderful life,” he announced to the kingdom, whirling his wand over the babe’s head. “He shall grow in beauty, with a voice like silk and skin soft to the touch, the most beautiful boy anyone has ever seen.” Jankin could hardly breathe now. He was trying to get loose. He managed to open up his hand for his wand and begin to summon the thing to him. “He will grow up, loved and adored by all who meet him. However,” the dark fairy chuckled. “Before the sun sets on his sixteenth birthday, he will prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and die!”

“Seize the creature!” the king cried, running his sword through the glass to break it just as Jankin’s wand reached his hand and he was able to break free from the vines and breathe. He whirled his wand and brought his magic down right where The Spider stood, only for the dark creature to vanish in a green haze right before the kingdom’s eyes. Jankin reached up for his neck and collapsed to his knees as he caught his breath.

The king’s boots stopped in front of Jankin who tried to catch his breath. It was no secret that the king had his ideals about fairy creatures. The young fairy bowed before him, though it wasn’t as if he had much of a choice as he tried to breathe. “Seize this creature,” the king ordered and Jankin tensed before a cry rang out.

“No!” the queen yelled, holding her baby in her arms. “My love, you leave him alone. He has done nothing wrong!”

Jankin craned his head to see the queen above him, holding her child as though it may be the last time she ever held him. Jankin had tears in his eyes. He shook his head. “I can’t take back the curse,” he admitted immediately, knowing that may be his only source of redemption. “No curse can be stopped, I am so sorry, my queen.”

The young queen had tears in her eyes and she looked down at her son, kneeling before Jankin, offering him the child to hold. The young fairy looked up at the king in fear but cautiously reached for the child, not having the slightest clue how to hold him. The baby fussed in his arms and the queen wiped at her own tears. “Is there nothing we can do?”

The Spider was right. This child was like glass, like any one wrong move and it would be over. So Jankin held him carefully, lifting up one hand over the boy’s face. It was soft magic, magic he knew would make the boy feel happy for at least a moment. The king reached for his sword, but the queen stopped him, standing between him and the fairy that she loved dearly. Jankin only had eyes for the boy. “For a child too beautiful to die so young, I will protect him with all I have,” prayed, whirling his hand in front of the boy’s wide, crystal blue eyes. “On the night of his sixteenth birthday, though he may prick his delicate finger, he will only fall into a sleep he cannot awake from until the kiss of true love comes to save him. Love will conquer all, my prince,” he assured, sealing the gift with a small kiss to the baby’s forehead.

With tears in his forest eyes, Jankin looked back up at the queen. The king was angry. He looked around at the kingdom. “Every spinning wheel shall be burned tonight! Gather all you have and set them aflame says your king!” he ordered. It was all the kingdom needed to begin rushing out of that room. The queen just helped Jankin to his feet and guided him into a quieter room behind the stairs, tears in her eyes as she closed the door.

“You must take him,” she insisted. “Far, far away from here, you must!” The queen was terrified, shaken down to her core.

Jankin’s breath caught in his throat. “My queen, you are not thinking clearly, I cannot care for this child, I am not a house fairy—“

“I know that, my love,” she whispered. “I know that. But you are his best chance.”

Jankin stopped, stepping closer to the queen. “Katherine, I am not your love,” he whispered back. “I don’t know how to care for a human child, and the king will not stand for it.” Jankin was inches from the queen’s face. He wished he could kiss her and make the world go away, make time stop for just a minute, only a single moment and maybe everything would feel a little bit better but he couldn’t do that. He knew he couldn’t do that.

The queen’s eyes bore into him, though, and Jankin swallowed hard. “Do you remember when you used to pretend you were human? When we were young? Jack Kelly, you called yourself, the boy from a far away land. You would hide your wings beneath a long coat and we would run and play together without any fearful guards coming after us.” The memories used to bring Jankin joy, now they just made him sad as he knew Katherine realized how scared he had been when he was a young boy. “This child should be yours. We both know that,” the queen whispered. “So now I am asking you to take him away from this place, back to a better one. Your secret cottage, until he grows to live past his sixteenth birthday. If he is not in the kingdom on that night, maybe he will be spared. You’ll take him somewhere The Spider will never look.”

Jankin shook his head. “We were kids, my queen. I have never lived in hiding, and The Spider will follow my magic, he knows how to track it—“

“Then don’t use magic,” the queen pleaded.

Those words cut down deep somewhere in Jankin’s chest. “Don’t use magic?” he scoffed, feeling a tear crawl down his cheek. “I have never lived a life without magic, I c-can’t—“

“You are his only chance,” Katherine insisted. “You and I both know that…” Jankin’s bottom lip trembled as he looked down at the child in his arms. “Jack Kelly, I need you. Anthony needs you.” She got down on her knees and bowed her head. “For as long as I have known you, you have protected me, now I beg you to do the same for him, my dear fairy. Protect my child.”

Jankin stared down at the queen and then back at the baby. He knew he didn’t have a choice. “What of the king?”

“He will agree.”

“Then stand up and let me look at you one more time,” Jankin begged.

So Katherine looked up at him and before she could even stand, the fairy was on his knees and their lips were locked to each other as tears streamed down their faces, but eventually the queen pulled away. “You must go now. The kingdom must not see you. No one shall know where the boy is. Not even me. Your secret cottage in the woods, I don’t know where it is, but I know he will be safe there. Go, my love. Go and don’t turn back…”

That is how Jack Kelly found himself riding through the woods on the back of a horse, a cloak surrounding himself and the child in his arms as he rode them to safety. Just Jack Kelly and his little boy, Anthony.

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bet-on-me-13 · 5 months

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Oliver Adopts Danny

(Note: I have no idea what exactly happened on the island and made up my own thing. Also I had no plan when making this and it shows)

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So! When Oliver landed on that Deserted Island, he wasn't alone.

On the Island, there was a Little Kid.

He was about 7, and he was just as confused as to why he was there. Apparently he had been sleeping at home when all of a sudden he felt himself falling, and seconds later he hit the ground in the forest. He couldn't remember anything past that, or really anything before that as well. He had seemingly lost his memories.

So, Oliver was stuck helping a Random Kid while trying to survive on the island.

He did learn that the Kid was a Metahuman with the ability to make Unmelting Ice, but the kid seemed disappointed by his powers. It was like he expected them to be stronger than they were. When asked, he said that he didn't actually know why he felt that, like it was something else he had forgotten.

And that was how the situation stood for a few years. He and the Kid, who he eventually learned was named Danny, became closer. He took up a paternal role in the kids Life, trying to keep him safe from the dangers of the island.

Danny was also a huge help on the island, his Ice was useful during Hot Nights, and the fact that it was Durable and Didn't Melt made it a good material for their tools. He also knew a lot of random skills, like the basics of how to shoot a Bow and how to set up a Campfire.

By the time they had been there for 3 years, Oliver already saw Danny like a Son. He had decided long ago that when they finally left the island, he would adopt him.

Then, on the 4th Year, Oliver found something strange. There were tracks in the Dirt on the less explored side of the Island, Human Tracks.

Following them, he found the source, An Illegal Slave Trading Ring.

The Base seemed to be new, so they had probably set up shop a few weeks ago at most. He and Danny must have missed them because they didn't usually go to that side of the Island.

He returned to the Camp that night and contemplated what to do.

It took another few days for him to resolve himself to go and save those people.

It took another few weeks to prepare himself.

It took less than 30 minutes to get the Job Done.

By the end of that night, every Slaver on the island was Dead, and the slaves were set free. They still didn't have a way off the island, since a few of them had managed to sabotage the boat before they died, but Oliver and Danny were there to help them.

By the 5th Year, they basically had a Small Village set up back there their Camp used to be. It was a community of all of the people Oliver had managed to save that night, all working together to survive on that Mysterious Island.

Then one day, finally got some luck. A Fishing Boat had gotten lost on their usual Route, and had spotted the SOS Signal that they had set up on the Beach.

After that it didn't take long for everyone on the Island to be saved. Oliver asked the former slaves to keep his heroics a secret because he wanted to keep him and Danny safe from the press, and they all agreed.

So, Oliver went home and adopted Danny.

He also decided to become a Vigilante.

And then eventually he joined the Justice League.

And one day while showing his son around the newly build Watchtower he ran into Constantine, who then proceeded to ask "Why the hell do you have a mini-death god holding your hand?"

...

I have no idea what this was supposed to be. I wanted Oliver to adopt Danny, and I wanted it to be on the Island, but I had no idea how to do it.

My basic idea for it is that Danny accidently wished for a Good Dad one day and Desiree heard him. So she turned him into a Kid, sealed away most of his Powers, and sent him to the Island with no memories past age 7.

Maybe this was "Ghost King Danny"?

Idk, I like it more as "King Danny who rejects the Throne but is still basically the leader because he keeps helping people no matter what" but that's just me.

Thoughts?

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