I am REALLY, REALLY SORRY about taking so long, guys, and about not being around much recently. I've been busier than I have in a while, and it just kept slipping my mind between uni applications and volunteering and all sorts- for some reason I thought we were much further off a new post.
If there is anything I haven't responded to, as of now, I'm
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I really, really need something with the whole Rumpelstiltskin/Batman parallel ( Don't you dare to tell me you can't see them) So, Bruce as Rumpel with Robin asBae, pretty please? Can use actual storylines of the show or theories ( SPOLIERS *NightwingandTheStrangercoudlworkout*SPOLIERS)Really, i'd take anything.
Also, Ra's al Ghul as Zoso? Totally works
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But this only saddened the boy.
Time and again, the prince tried to cheer him, but of no avail, for the boy only became more distant.
At a loss, the prince fashioned a doll in the likeness of a boy from an old yew tree and brought it to life with his magic.
"Surely, this shall mend his heart!" the prince said.
The criminals are getting wilder, more dangerous, less sane. And it’s getting harder and harder to let the boy who has become his son in all but the flesh go into danger ( ... )
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The Little Yew Boy was tough and strong and unfailingly kind, but he was also terribly innocent and fell into all sorts of mischief without meaning to. And so it was that he was always being rescued from some adventure or another.
“You should be more careful, my brother,” the boy told him, “Or the prince shall be mad and return you to kindling before you can become real.”
“Fiddlesticks!” the Little Yew Boy said. “I am as real as you or he.”
And the Little Yew Boy went out to play.
Days passed and he did not return. The boy searched high and low, but none had seen him, and so, with a heart heavy in dread, he returned to the prince and told him everything.
Jason comes into their lives unexpectedly, just as Dick’s cutting his teeth on the new Nightwing identity. He’s a street kid, full of spunk, and, arguably, has more guts than sense ( ... )
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Then just as I get well, I come back to find this and I just want to crawl and die in my bed all over again. Jason, baby, you sweet, sweet Yew-child, you... Oh god, you've probably rattled the box too much, my heart is breaking...
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Rattle the box? Oh my, anon, you have no idea.
Dass ich Rumplestilzchen heiss. ;)
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And I'm so loving this, haha, its hard to breathe because I'm so congested and trying to keep myself under control. Your writing is so intricate and its voice is so beautiful and soothing. You're making my lungs work too hard in trying to keep my breathing. <3
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You flatter me <3
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“Your son lies beyond the reach of darkness,” she told him. “The way to him will open when you open your heart and no sooner.”
“Would that I could leave behind the curse that poisons my heart, I could be reunited with him to-morrow!” the prince lamented.
The fairy was kind and took pity on him. “That, I can do. But it will cost you dearly, for all things have their price, and you will have but one chance to make amends.”
“Name it and I shall pay,” the prince said.
The fairy told him and the bargain was struck.
Bruce doesn’t stop looking for Dick ( ... )
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And GAH! I can't wait to see how Nightwing plays into the fairytale world! Also Dinah as the Fairy Queen (is that a correct assumption?) is love, lots of love. I can't believe I didn't see that before!
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Mwahahaha.
Dinah the Blue/Fairy Queen, yes. xD If only she knew...
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One day, a man came to meet the lonely prince.
“Do I know you, sir?” the prince asked. “You seem familiar.”
The man smiled.
It’s strange when it happens and, at first, Bruce doesn’t know what it means. One shadow lingers a little too long behind him one night. Then it’s two nights, three nights, and he wonders if he’s imagining it. Maybe he’s finally losing his mind ( ... )
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(wow this is the most i've spoken about my heart....ever XD)
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The man said not a word, but still smiled.
“You are! You must be!” the prince said and embraced him.
In his joy, he did not notice that the man was made of yew.
Bruce stands across from him, this Red Hood, and for the first time, he wonders how he ever missed it. Yes, he’s around the right age and build, even has the right hair color, but this man isn’t Dick at all. That much is blatantly obvious now. But the things he knows - how to shadow him, the way he cuts the lines, how he fights, how he moves, the fact that he even knows Bruce’s name - there’s no mistaking it. This man knows them, knows everything about them, and he’s even familiar, but if he isn’t Dick, then he must be ( ... )
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YOU! You! YOU! YOU! you! YOu! YOu! YOU! Oooooooh you, completely fooled me (and Bruce)! Gahh! My heart, its broken and bleeding and crying and screaming. Its clawing at the walls of your box.
This. This beautiful, beautiful, story deserves all the hearts it can break. Keep it. Just keep it. I don't need it back. Ugh. Those last lines, are just so...so...especially the Pinocchio one, gah...I don't think I have a heart anymore, its just a stain. You've got magic fingers, you do; magic fingers that spin words into gold. And then it seeps into the people and wrangles their hearts.
You. Just--you!
I'm dead. Yup. Dead.
i love you
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