Just Another Fantasy AU
anonymous
November 14 2009, 23:44:26 UTC
Fantasy AU take on Little Red Riding Hood with America as Red and Russia as the Wolf. Anyway you want to play this is fine (ie literal translation, Russia under some sort of curse, Russia just as his normal human shaped being himself, something else...anything goes, except gender swapping/cross dressing).
Smut would be a nice addition but it's not needed. If it's there please no shota and no rape/dub/non-con.
Bonus: America finds himself in the supposedly haunted/over-run by monsters woods because Canada (or someone else) dares him that he couldn't spend the night there.
The Huntsman and the Wolf [1a/??]
anonymous
November 16 2009, 01:41:16 UTC
So yep, ended up doing it! Anon hopes that OP doesn't mind a fairytale/Russian folklore mash-up, because I finished writing the outline and thought, jeez, this has definitely gone beyond Little Red. >>;;
It starts with a walk in the woods.
The spruce trees are not dense here, merely tall and towering, letting thin gaps of burning sunset through their branches to grace the path below. The ground is dry but not barren, sunken from years of harsh winters, harsh springs even, followed by soft and conciliatory summer. Birds call back and forth, as they would anywhere in the world, similar yet not precisely the same. Alfred walks three steps ahead of his brother, goose bumps just starting to form on his bare arms in the brisk, twilit air. Matthew, who had always been the more sensible of the brothers, toys with the sleeve of his jacket
( ... )
Re: The Huntsman and the Wolf [1a/??]
anonymous
November 16 2009, 01:43:12 UTC
Alfred stops walking. He turns and gives his brother the incredulous eyebrow raise that Matthew can never quite take seriously on a face like his.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously.”
“Matt. We’re in a friggin’ foreign country.”
“And? Can you do it or can’t you?” He’s beginning to feel that pleasant, nearly sadistic little niggling in the back of his head that tends to show up the few times he gains the upper hand against his brother.
Alfred stares him down. “Like you could do it.”
“Well. Since I’m so obviously worse at ‘nature’ than you are, it shouldn’t be a problem to show me that you can.A brief silence, Alfred toying with the camera strap and glancing at the setting sun. The thing is, he can’t refuse, because this is Alfred, and Alfred just doesn’t turn down dares. So Matthew’s won already, really. He would be worried, but “this is Alfred” works against that, too
( ... )
ffft...mind that it's going to be a bit more then I asked for? As if! (Now I'm torn between doing some digging to see if I can figure out which Russia folk-tale you're talking about or if I should just enjoy the ride and check it out after, probably I'll wait until after)
This is an amazing start and both of them are so in character (and I always adore Matthew when he's written as more of a can-hold-his-own-against-his-brother/snarky fashion then the woe-is-me-I'm-Invisible mode) and I'm always up for FrUk Family stuffs so that was a nice addition too. (Or maybe I'm jumping the gun on my assumption who Dad/Papa are)
Absolutely can't wait to see where this is heading next!
Author!Anon
anonymous
November 16 2009, 03:32:11 UTC
I'm glad you're enjoying it, 'cause dude, I think snarky!Canada is my new lover~
I'll probably post brief explanations of the tales; just not sure if they should be whenever the tale shows up in the story or all in a big chunk at the end.
I know he's sneaky that one...I was rather ambivalent towards Canada and then I wrote him (or at least implied that he had it in him) in his snarky passive-aggressive glory and now I sort of love him. It's RL canon anyway, he's all sweetness and light and "invisible" towards the other countries but towards the US he can be really snarky and obnoxious. Well sometimes he can be like that to France but that's just when France is trying to touch his stuff.
The Huntsman and the Wolf [2/??]
anonymous
November 16 2009, 05:11:10 UTC
One more before bed. Sorry for the slow start. It's getting there, I swear. ><
Alfred whistles to himself. He doesn’t really have a tune in mind, drifting between pop and rock and maybe that’s a bit of Dixie mixed up in there
( ... )
Re: The Huntsman and the Wolf [3/??]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 21:57:57 UTC
Alfred’s muscles tense and his heart plays mind games with his head, one on one off, and the beats aren’t quite steady yet when he gets his nerves together and laughs. The cat stays long enough to give him a mildly disdainful glance before padding off towards the last corner of light in the sky. Alfred is sorry to see it go.
“Guess there are wolves in here, huh?” he says out loud, a dare to the now rapidly dying wind. “Doesn’t matter, though. They’re probably a lot further in. Nothin’ to worry - ”
Another howl to the east, between himself and the forest’s edge.
Shit. There aren’t supposed to be wolves here, Matthew couldn’t have known that and still dared him to stay out, this has to be an exception -
Except not really. He’s taken the dare and has to follow through. He’s Alfred Jones. Had he really expected the woods to be lifeless at night? Besides, wolves don’t attack people just because, do they? They have to have some way of knowing when a human means them harm. If he just stays put, they’ll see that there’s no need to
( ... )
Smut would be a nice addition but it's not needed. If it's there please no shota and no rape/dub/non-con.
Bonus: America finds himself in the supposedly haunted/over-run by monsters woods because Canada (or someone else) dares him that he couldn't spend the night there.
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It starts with a walk in the woods.
The spruce trees are not dense here, merely tall and towering, letting thin gaps of burning sunset through their branches to grace the path below. The ground is dry but not barren, sunken from years of harsh winters, harsh springs even, followed by soft and conciliatory summer. Birds call back and forth, as they would anywhere in the world, similar yet not precisely the same. Alfred walks three steps ahead of his brother, goose bumps just starting to form on his bare arms in the brisk, twilit air. Matthew, who had always been the more sensible of the brothers, toys with the sleeve of his jacket ( ... )
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“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously.”
“Matt. We’re in a friggin’ foreign country.”
“And? Can you do it or can’t you?” He’s beginning to feel that pleasant, nearly sadistic little niggling in the back of his head that tends to show up the few times he gains the upper hand against his brother.
Alfred stares him down. “Like you could do it.”
“Well. Since I’m so obviously worse at ‘nature’ than you are, it shouldn’t be a problem to show me that you can.A brief silence, Alfred toying with the camera strap and glancing at the setting sun. The thing is, he can’t refuse, because this is Alfred, and Alfred just doesn’t turn down dares. So Matthew’s won already, really. He would be worried, but “this is Alfred” works against that, too ( ... )
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This is an amazing start and both of them are so in character (and I always adore Matthew when he's written as more of a can-hold-his-own-against-his-brother/snarky fashion then the woe-is-me-I'm-Invisible mode) and I'm always up for FrUk Family stuffs so that was a nice addition too. (Or maybe I'm jumping the gun on my assumption who Dad/Papa are)
Absolutely can't wait to see where this is heading next!
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I'll probably post brief explanations of the tales; just not sure if they should be whenever the tale shows up in the story or all in a big chunk at the end.
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Alfred whistles to himself. He doesn’t really have a tune in mind, drifting between pop and rock and maybe that’s a bit of Dixie mixed up in there ( ... )
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Cliffhangers already?
But seriously...loving this one so hard already!
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Love the atmosphere you've created thus far!
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“Guess there are wolves in here, huh?” he says out loud, a dare to the now rapidly dying wind. “Doesn’t matter, though. They’re probably a lot further in. Nothin’ to worry - ”
Another howl to the east, between himself and the forest’s edge.
Shit. There aren’t supposed to be wolves here, Matthew couldn’t have known that and still dared him to stay out, this has to be an exception -
Except not really. He’s taken the dare and has to follow through. He’s Alfred Jones. Had he really expected the woods to be lifeless at night? Besides, wolves don’t attack people just because, do they? They have to have some way of knowing when a human means them harm. If he just stays put, they’ll see that there’s no need to ( ... )
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