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veiledndarknessTitle: Sleeping Jackie
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: None really.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bobby's fairytales are more interesting.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made, no harm intended.
1 – Little Red Riding Hood
2 – Cinderella
3 - Hansel & Gretel
4 - Little Mermaid
XX
Jack stretched out on his bed, yawning until his jaw cracked. "No more Grimm's, Bobby," he protested sleepily.
"C'mon, don't be sucha girly boy," Bobby hefted the book up from the shelf and carried it back to the bed. "I thought you said you liked readin', huh?"
"I...well, I do, it's just, and these fairytales are so weird. An' I think you aren't bein' honest with the stories."
Bobby sat down on the bed. "Nah, I'm jus' readin' it how it should have been."
"Oh.." Jack shifted onto his side, yawning again.
"Y' know, kinda like watching movies on the television," Bobby explained as he got comfortable on the bed. "They bleep out the swearin' and cut out sex stuff and scenes with lotsa blood."
Jack nodded quickly, his eyes wide and trusting. "Ohh...ok, sorry, Bobby."
"Don't worry about it, you're still learnin'," he opened the book and flipped the pages to the table of contents. "Hmm, let's see...How about 'Sleeping Beauty'?"
Jack wrinkled his nose. "Aw man, more princesses?"
"Yeah, they're all like that," Bobby said with a chuckle. "But, this is me readin', so now it's 'Sleeping Jackie'."
"Bobby..."
'There once was a King and Queen who ruled over the lands of Motor City, long, long ago. King William was a good King, the kind you wanted ruling your homeland. He was fair but not too easygoing, cause bein' too soft is never a good thing. Queen Evelyn ruled with him, and in truth, was much more effective at governing the lands then King William was.
Queen Evelyn spent many years trying to have a baby. She saw doctors and midwives and even went to the church, pleading for help. She needed a child to secure the kingdom, an heir to pass the lands onto. Years passed without any results. She prayed feverishly one night, willing to do anything, so long as it meant that she would have her child.
As luck would have it, one of the magical fairies overheard her prayers and dropped a little 'extra' somethin' into the king's goblet one night and sure as shit, she got pregnant that very night. The kingdom rejoiced in the birth of the prince, finally, an heir to the throne.
Prince Jackie was welcomed with a royal feast and his christening. The King and Queen invited hundreds of people to help them celebrate. Among the guests were three fairies, one of which was responsible for helping knock the Queen up. They lined up towards the end of the feast, ready to bestow wishes and gifts upon the infant.'
"What kinda gifts do fairies give?"
"The ability to stay quiet for more than five minutes at a time."
'Each fairy moved along, sparkles trailing behind them. The first one, one dressed in all blue raised her wand and waved it over Prince Jackie's cradle. 'I give you the gift of musical talent,' she said, a puff of silvery-blue sparkles dusting the air.
The crowd clapped and cheered. The second fairy, one clad in green followed suite, waving her wand in a figure eight, 'I give you the gift of patience and kindness.' Green sparkles fizzed about, delighting the baby.
A red fairy flew up, adjusted her hat and waved her wand over the baby. 'I give you the gift...' she started to say when a huge crack of thunder split the crowd. A dark puff of smoke appeared, the smoke dissolving and revealing one ugly broad.
She dusted the smoke away from herself and sneered at the rest of the party-goers. 'Well, looks like someone forgot to invite me,' she shouted, 'Me, Sofi, queen of the fairies?! How dare you? How dare you ignore me?'
She stomped over to the cradle and stared hatefully down at the Prince Jackie. 'Pfft, far too much hair,' she sniffed. 'And you!' She pointed to the king and queen, her bony finger inches from their faces. 'Because of your actions, I curse Prince Jackie. Before the sun sets on his sixteenth birthday, he will prick his finger on a guitar pick and die!'
The crowd gasped in horror. What a bitch, they whispered to each other.'
"Bobby..."
"Jackie..."
Sofi laughed manically and disappeared in another puff of smoke. The red fairy approached the cradle, shaken by the curse. Queen Evelyn looked to her, small tears beginning to fall. 'Please...can't you do something? My precious baby, I can't lose him.'
'I can't remove the curse, but I can weaken it,' she whispered. She waved her wand over the baby, calming his fussing. 'Instead of death, if he should prick his finger, he will fall into a deep sleep until he is awakened by a knight brave and true.'
The Queen and King held each other close. It wasn't much, but it was better then death.
The King demanded that all guitar picks and guitars be destroyed the very next day. There was a great bonfire in the courtyard and they even passed out free marshmallows to make sure people would come. Though he did this, Queen Evelyn was not reassured.
Over the years, Prince Jackie grew into a messy haired, kind hearted boy. He was much loved by all in the kingdom. He had a way with animals, and loved to sing. As he grew, he got taller an' taller. He stood nearly six inches higher than Queen Evelyn. He fidgeted a lot and got into all kinds of mischief.
On the morning of Prince Jackie's sixteenth birthday, he found himself overwhelmed by the rush of preparations around the castle. Maids and servants bustled past him, banners and balloons and colorful streamers hanging from their arms.
He sneaked past them and headed up the stairs. He took different turns, following dark narrow stairs until he reached a room he'd never seen before. He pushed the door open and gasped at the sight before him.
Lying on the floor, bathed in sunshine, was a wooden guitar.'
"Why would someone leave a guitar on the floor?"
"Because otherwise this would be a boring story."
"Oh..."
'Prince Jackie gaped at the guitar, his eyes wide. He couldn't believe someone would leave somethin' so interesting right there on the floor. He padded over to the wooden shape, prodding at it. He'd never seen anything like it. He knelt beside the object and ran one hand over it, amazed.
He lifted the guitar up and grinned to see the piece of paper that was tied to the neck of the instrument.
Happy Birthday Prince Jackie. was written across the paper.
'Wicked!' Jackie exclaimed. He ran his fingers over the strings and plucked at them, laughing at the twangy sounds it made, 'Too fuckin' cool.'
Jackie sat back, strumming and playing with the guitar until his fingers started to hurt a little. He looked down at the tag and noticed a pick attached to it. He picked it up; unsure of what he was holding. Jackie turned the smooth shape over, examining it closely.
He slipped the pick between his fore finger and his thumb and dragged it over the strings, pleased by the racket he was making. He did so again and hissed loudly, the edge of the pick digging into his sore fingers. The edge pushed up hard, digging into his skin. Jackie winced and dropped the pick, droplets of blood falling from his fingers.
Jackie stared at his fingers in disbelief and as he swayed dizzily and crumpled to the floor, he could have sworn he heard shrill screams of laughter in the distance.'
"Does that mean he's d-dead?"
"He will be if you don't stop interupptin' me."
'No more than a few minutes later, one of the maids found Prince Jackie crumpled up on the floor and shrieked, ringing the alarm. Through the hysteria that followed, no one could believe that despite their precautions, their beloved Prince had fallen victim to one nasty ass fairy.
Jackie lay in a deep sleep in his bed, surrounded by Queen Evelyn and King William. The villagers and workers mourned for the young boy until a peculiar sleepiness seemed to wash over the kingdom. The people dropped down to the grounds and fell asleep, victims to Sofi's evil plan. Although the red fairy had been able to weaken the curse on Jackie, he and the rest of the kingdom would sleep forever unless a knight could break the spell.
Thick, twisting vines grew along the outskirts of the village and kingdom, heavy bushes and branches, spiked and viciously sharp. They rose up high, more than six feet from the ground. It was a groundskeeper's worst nightmare.
For years and years, many brave knights attempted to cross the thorny vines, determined to be the hero of this story. They tried time and time again, each failing more pathetically than the last. Prince Jackie slept on, undisturbed by the shouts of frustration from each knight.'
"Why would a knight wanna rescue him? Does that mean they'd hafta get married?"
"You are way too fuckin' young to be thinkin' about that, Jack. Now shut up, huh?"
'Over a hundred years passed before one knight rode by on his trusty steed. He looked up at the castle in the distance, having heard of the rumors and legends that the castle was haunted, that a terrible spell had been woven over the lands and that an enchantment over the young Prince continued still.
He smirked to himself and rested one hand on his sword. He could certainly do better than those other knights, for he was none other than Prince Robert, son of King Mercer, but known simply as Bobby to those who mattered. He was the fastest with a sword in all the lands, and no one but the truly stupid bothered to mess with him. Or else.
Bobby eyed the path of thick bristly bushes and curled his upper lip. He'd heard stories of the evil fairy Sofi as well. 'Looks like her handiwork,' he snorted and pressed his horse onward, up to the front of bushes near the opening road to the castle grounds.
The bushes trembled and swayed with the wind. Prince Bobby unsheathed his sword and held it above his head, glaring at the bushes. 'Back down or I shall cut you clean with my sword, fuckers.'
And to his mild surprise, the bushes did part, allowing him past. He rode forward, wary and alert. You couldn't ever be too careful in the middle of enchanted lands. Bobby stilled his horse when a sudden shriek echoed overhead. He gripped his sword tightly, tensing as the shriek echoed again.
'That nosy bitch,' Bobby grumbled to himself. A large cloud appeared, taking shape. Just as he'd feared, it was Sofi, her eyes flashing; sharp talon nails extended and ready to dig into him.
'You....You dare to try and break the spell?' she hissed, swooping down over him. She let out a blood curdling scream and swiped at him.
Bobby drew his arm back, his sword gleaming in the sun. 'Back off, you crazy bitch! Or I'm gonna stick this down your throat!'
She laughed and flew up, dodging the blade. She clawed at him, nails scraping over his helmet. And that really pissed him off right then. Bobby lunged up, throwing his sword with amazing accuracy and the blade pierced the evil fairy's body.
Sofi fell to the ground with a squawk of fury, dying as she landed on the fetching cobblestone path below her. Bobby leaned down and yanked his sword out of her chest. 'Nasty,' he muttered, wiping the green blood off his sword.'
"Ew, green blood? Fairies bleed green?"
"Sure they do. Evil ones like her do, at least."
'Prince Bobby made his way into the castle, though he left his horse by the front doors, just in case. He picked his way past the people who lay on the floors and stairs, snoring peacefully. He stared at the people, bewildered. 'Who the hell sleeps on stone floors?' he exclaimed, shaking his head, 'Freaks.'
He climbed and climbed up the stairs, going higher and higher into the tallest tower. 'Maybe I should stop smoking,' he huffed as he climbed another flight of stairs, his face flushed.
He reached the top flight of stairs finally and panted, out of breath. He could see dim light under a door not more than a few feet away. Bobby approached the door and pushed on it, the hinges creaking loudly. He blinked, stunned by the sight before him. Indeed it seemed the rumors and legends were true.
Bobby tugged his helmet off and stepped up to the bed, watching the sleeping Prince Jackie. He leaned in and poked Jackie in the shoulder with two fingers. 'Hey...psst, hey kid,' he whispered. 'Wake up, man.'
Prince Jackie, who was as young as he had been the day his fingers had been pricked by the tainted guitar pick, did not twitch or groan or bitch to get five more minutes of sleep. He breathed quietly, his chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths.
Bobby frowned. How in the hell was he going to wake the kid up? He set his helmet by the foot of the bed and crossed his arms over his chest, thinking fast. 'True loves' first kiss, this ain't,' he thought. He sat down beside the Prince on the bed and touched his hand to one of Jackie's.
He curled his fingers with Jackie's unresisting ones and squeezed a little. 'I bet you're the curious type, I bet you got into all kinds of mischief an' shit before that fairy did her stuff. But you know, if you wake up, I can show you lots of things, all the best kinds of stuff to do, an' people to bug. I even know a place where mermaids swim and those girls are kinda wild, if you know what I mean. So if you wake up an' stop sleepin' like a fairy-boy, you can get started on all that.'
"Bobby! I'm gonna tell Ma that you keep callin' me that."
"I didn't say you were a fairy, just Jackie in the story. An' if you squeal, there's gonna be no more stories."
"Um...Never mind."
'Prince Jackie's eyes fluttered in a totally girly way and he stared up at the older boy beside him. He licked his lips and squinted, yawning. 'Who're you?' he asked, his voice croaky with sleep.
'I'm the guy that woke you up, an' got rid of the evil firefly from hell. Prince Robert's the name, but don't you be callin' me that or I'll smite your ass. Bobby's just fine.'
Jackie grinned and sat up, stretching. All around them, throughout the castle, the spell had been broken and the people began to wake up. 'Thanks, Bobby,' he said, offering his hand to him. 'Prince Jackie. Now where are those mermaids you mentioned?'
And from that moment on, both boys were inseparable, creating chaos and hijinks as they went, happily fuckin' after. The end.'
Jack smothered a giggle and pushed at Bobby's side. "You swear too much."
"No, I fuckin' don't," Bobby nudged him back. "Off to your beauty sleep, Princess."
"Bobby!"
XX
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: None really.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bobby's fairytales are more interesting.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made, no harm intended.
1 – Little Red Riding Hood
2 – Cinderella
3 - Hansel & Gretel
4 - Little Mermaid
XX
Jack stretched out on his bed, yawning until his jaw cracked. "No more Grimm's, Bobby," he protested sleepily.
"C'mon, don't be sucha girly boy," Bobby hefted the book up from the shelf and carried it back to the bed. "I thought you said you liked readin', huh?"
"I...well, I do, it's just, and these fairytales are so weird. An' I think you aren't bein' honest with the stories."
Bobby sat down on the bed. "Nah, I'm jus' readin' it how it should have been."
"Oh.." Jack shifted onto his side, yawning again.
"Y' know, kinda like watching movies on the television," Bobby explained as he got comfortable on the bed. "They bleep out the swearin' and cut out sex stuff and scenes with lotsa blood."
Jack nodded quickly, his eyes wide and trusting. "Ohh...ok, sorry, Bobby."
"Don't worry about it, you're still learnin'," he opened the book and flipped the pages to the table of contents. "Hmm, let's see...How about 'Sleeping Beauty'?"
Jack wrinkled his nose. "Aw man, more princesses?"
"Yeah, they're all like that," Bobby said with a chuckle. "But, this is me readin', so now it's 'Sleeping Jackie'."
"Bobby..."
'There once was a King and Queen who ruled over the lands of Motor City, long, long ago. King William was a good King, the kind you wanted ruling your homeland. He was fair but not too easygoing, cause bein' too soft is never a good thing. Queen Evelyn ruled with him, and in truth, was much more effective at governing the lands then King William was.
Queen Evelyn spent many years trying to have a baby. She saw doctors and midwives and even went to the church, pleading for help. She needed a child to secure the kingdom, an heir to pass the lands onto. Years passed without any results. She prayed feverishly one night, willing to do anything, so long as it meant that she would have her child.
As luck would have it, one of the magical fairies overheard her prayers and dropped a little 'extra' somethin' into the king's goblet one night and sure as shit, she got pregnant that very night. The kingdom rejoiced in the birth of the prince, finally, an heir to the throne.
Prince Jackie was welcomed with a royal feast and his christening. The King and Queen invited hundreds of people to help them celebrate. Among the guests were three fairies, one of which was responsible for helping knock the Queen up. They lined up towards the end of the feast, ready to bestow wishes and gifts upon the infant.'
"What kinda gifts do fairies give?"
"The ability to stay quiet for more than five minutes at a time."
'Each fairy moved along, sparkles trailing behind them. The first one, one dressed in all blue raised her wand and waved it over Prince Jackie's cradle. 'I give you the gift of musical talent,' she said, a puff of silvery-blue sparkles dusting the air.
The crowd clapped and cheered. The second fairy, one clad in green followed suite, waving her wand in a figure eight, 'I give you the gift of patience and kindness.' Green sparkles fizzed about, delighting the baby.
A red fairy flew up, adjusted her hat and waved her wand over the baby. 'I give you the gift...' she started to say when a huge crack of thunder split the crowd. A dark puff of smoke appeared, the smoke dissolving and revealing one ugly broad.
She dusted the smoke away from herself and sneered at the rest of the party-goers. 'Well, looks like someone forgot to invite me,' she shouted, 'Me, Sofi, queen of the fairies?! How dare you? How dare you ignore me?'
She stomped over to the cradle and stared hatefully down at the Prince Jackie. 'Pfft, far too much hair,' she sniffed. 'And you!' She pointed to the king and queen, her bony finger inches from their faces. 'Because of your actions, I curse Prince Jackie. Before the sun sets on his sixteenth birthday, he will prick his finger on a guitar pick and die!'
The crowd gasped in horror. What a bitch, they whispered to each other.'
"Bobby..."
"Jackie..."
Sofi laughed manically and disappeared in another puff of smoke. The red fairy approached the cradle, shaken by the curse. Queen Evelyn looked to her, small tears beginning to fall. 'Please...can't you do something? My precious baby, I can't lose him.'
'I can't remove the curse, but I can weaken it,' she whispered. She waved her wand over the baby, calming his fussing. 'Instead of death, if he should prick his finger, he will fall into a deep sleep until he is awakened by a knight brave and true.'
The Queen and King held each other close. It wasn't much, but it was better then death.
The King demanded that all guitar picks and guitars be destroyed the very next day. There was a great bonfire in the courtyard and they even passed out free marshmallows to make sure people would come. Though he did this, Queen Evelyn was not reassured.
Over the years, Prince Jackie grew into a messy haired, kind hearted boy. He was much loved by all in the kingdom. He had a way with animals, and loved to sing. As he grew, he got taller an' taller. He stood nearly six inches higher than Queen Evelyn. He fidgeted a lot and got into all kinds of mischief.
On the morning of Prince Jackie's sixteenth birthday, he found himself overwhelmed by the rush of preparations around the castle. Maids and servants bustled past him, banners and balloons and colorful streamers hanging from their arms.
He sneaked past them and headed up the stairs. He took different turns, following dark narrow stairs until he reached a room he'd never seen before. He pushed the door open and gasped at the sight before him.
Lying on the floor, bathed in sunshine, was a wooden guitar.'
"Why would someone leave a guitar on the floor?"
"Because otherwise this would be a boring story."
"Oh..."
'Prince Jackie gaped at the guitar, his eyes wide. He couldn't believe someone would leave somethin' so interesting right there on the floor. He padded over to the wooden shape, prodding at it. He'd never seen anything like it. He knelt beside the object and ran one hand over it, amazed.
He lifted the guitar up and grinned to see the piece of paper that was tied to the neck of the instrument.
Happy Birthday Prince Jackie. was written across the paper.
'Wicked!' Jackie exclaimed. He ran his fingers over the strings and plucked at them, laughing at the twangy sounds it made, 'Too fuckin' cool.'
Jackie sat back, strumming and playing with the guitar until his fingers started to hurt a little. He looked down at the tag and noticed a pick attached to it. He picked it up; unsure of what he was holding. Jackie turned the smooth shape over, examining it closely.
He slipped the pick between his fore finger and his thumb and dragged it over the strings, pleased by the racket he was making. He did so again and hissed loudly, the edge of the pick digging into his sore fingers. The edge pushed up hard, digging into his skin. Jackie winced and dropped the pick, droplets of blood falling from his fingers.
Jackie stared at his fingers in disbelief and as he swayed dizzily and crumpled to the floor, he could have sworn he heard shrill screams of laughter in the distance.'
"Does that mean he's d-dead?"
"He will be if you don't stop interupptin' me."
'No more than a few minutes later, one of the maids found Prince Jackie crumpled up on the floor and shrieked, ringing the alarm. Through the hysteria that followed, no one could believe that despite their precautions, their beloved Prince had fallen victim to one nasty ass fairy.
Jackie lay in a deep sleep in his bed, surrounded by Queen Evelyn and King William. The villagers and workers mourned for the young boy until a peculiar sleepiness seemed to wash over the kingdom. The people dropped down to the grounds and fell asleep, victims to Sofi's evil plan. Although the red fairy had been able to weaken the curse on Jackie, he and the rest of the kingdom would sleep forever unless a knight could break the spell.
Thick, twisting vines grew along the outskirts of the village and kingdom, heavy bushes and branches, spiked and viciously sharp. They rose up high, more than six feet from the ground. It was a groundskeeper's worst nightmare.
For years and years, many brave knights attempted to cross the thorny vines, determined to be the hero of this story. They tried time and time again, each failing more pathetically than the last. Prince Jackie slept on, undisturbed by the shouts of frustration from each knight.'
"Why would a knight wanna rescue him? Does that mean they'd hafta get married?"
"You are way too fuckin' young to be thinkin' about that, Jack. Now shut up, huh?"
'Over a hundred years passed before one knight rode by on his trusty steed. He looked up at the castle in the distance, having heard of the rumors and legends that the castle was haunted, that a terrible spell had been woven over the lands and that an enchantment over the young Prince continued still.
He smirked to himself and rested one hand on his sword. He could certainly do better than those other knights, for he was none other than Prince Robert, son of King Mercer, but known simply as Bobby to those who mattered. He was the fastest with a sword in all the lands, and no one but the truly stupid bothered to mess with him. Or else.
Bobby eyed the path of thick bristly bushes and curled his upper lip. He'd heard stories of the evil fairy Sofi as well. 'Looks like her handiwork,' he snorted and pressed his horse onward, up to the front of bushes near the opening road to the castle grounds.
The bushes trembled and swayed with the wind. Prince Bobby unsheathed his sword and held it above his head, glaring at the bushes. 'Back down or I shall cut you clean with my sword, fuckers.'
And to his mild surprise, the bushes did part, allowing him past. He rode forward, wary and alert. You couldn't ever be too careful in the middle of enchanted lands. Bobby stilled his horse when a sudden shriek echoed overhead. He gripped his sword tightly, tensing as the shriek echoed again.
'That nosy bitch,' Bobby grumbled to himself. A large cloud appeared, taking shape. Just as he'd feared, it was Sofi, her eyes flashing; sharp talon nails extended and ready to dig into him.
'You....You dare to try and break the spell?' she hissed, swooping down over him. She let out a blood curdling scream and swiped at him.
Bobby drew his arm back, his sword gleaming in the sun. 'Back off, you crazy bitch! Or I'm gonna stick this down your throat!'
She laughed and flew up, dodging the blade. She clawed at him, nails scraping over his helmet. And that really pissed him off right then. Bobby lunged up, throwing his sword with amazing accuracy and the blade pierced the evil fairy's body.
Sofi fell to the ground with a squawk of fury, dying as she landed on the fetching cobblestone path below her. Bobby leaned down and yanked his sword out of her chest. 'Nasty,' he muttered, wiping the green blood off his sword.'
"Ew, green blood? Fairies bleed green?"
"Sure they do. Evil ones like her do, at least."
'Prince Bobby made his way into the castle, though he left his horse by the front doors, just in case. He picked his way past the people who lay on the floors and stairs, snoring peacefully. He stared at the people, bewildered. 'Who the hell sleeps on stone floors?' he exclaimed, shaking his head, 'Freaks.'
He climbed and climbed up the stairs, going higher and higher into the tallest tower. 'Maybe I should stop smoking,' he huffed as he climbed another flight of stairs, his face flushed.
He reached the top flight of stairs finally and panted, out of breath. He could see dim light under a door not more than a few feet away. Bobby approached the door and pushed on it, the hinges creaking loudly. He blinked, stunned by the sight before him. Indeed it seemed the rumors and legends were true.
Bobby tugged his helmet off and stepped up to the bed, watching the sleeping Prince Jackie. He leaned in and poked Jackie in the shoulder with two fingers. 'Hey...psst, hey kid,' he whispered. 'Wake up, man.'
Prince Jackie, who was as young as he had been the day his fingers had been pricked by the tainted guitar pick, did not twitch or groan or bitch to get five more minutes of sleep. He breathed quietly, his chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths.
Bobby frowned. How in the hell was he going to wake the kid up? He set his helmet by the foot of the bed and crossed his arms over his chest, thinking fast. 'True loves' first kiss, this ain't,' he thought. He sat down beside the Prince on the bed and touched his hand to one of Jackie's.
He curled his fingers with Jackie's unresisting ones and squeezed a little. 'I bet you're the curious type, I bet you got into all kinds of mischief an' shit before that fairy did her stuff. But you know, if you wake up, I can show you lots of things, all the best kinds of stuff to do, an' people to bug. I even know a place where mermaids swim and those girls are kinda wild, if you know what I mean. So if you wake up an' stop sleepin' like a fairy-boy, you can get started on all that.'
"Bobby! I'm gonna tell Ma that you keep callin' me that."
"I didn't say you were a fairy, just Jackie in the story. An' if you squeal, there's gonna be no more stories."
"Um...Never mind."
'Prince Jackie's eyes fluttered in a totally girly way and he stared up at the older boy beside him. He licked his lips and squinted, yawning. 'Who're you?' he asked, his voice croaky with sleep.
'I'm the guy that woke you up, an' got rid of the evil firefly from hell. Prince Robert's the name, but don't you be callin' me that or I'll smite your ass. Bobby's just fine.'
Jackie grinned and sat up, stretching. All around them, throughout the castle, the spell had been broken and the people began to wake up. 'Thanks, Bobby,' he said, offering his hand to him. 'Prince Jackie. Now where are those mermaids you mentioned?'
And from that moment on, both boys were inseparable, creating chaos and hijinks as they went, happily fuckin' after. The end.'
Jack smothered a giggle and pushed at Bobby's side. "You swear too much."
"No, I fuckin' don't," Bobby nudged him back. "Off to your beauty sleep, Princess."
"Bobby!"
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Date: 2009-09-13 08:45 pm (UTC)I loved "Don't you be callin' me that or I'll smite your ass', 'Maybe I should stop smoking', and the part where Bobby was calling everyone freaks for being asleep on the floor. There were some seriously good lines in here. :)
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Date: 2009-09-13 08:53 pm (UTC)I liked how he woke Jack up too - I did wonder!
Snow White next? I played the evil stepmother in a show once; very fun being evil! >=D
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Date: 2009-09-13 11:10 pm (UTC)Someone mentioned in one of the other chapters that you should get Evelyn to pop in while the boys are reading. I think you should do that, maybe even get Jerry and Angel to stop in at some point too.
Please update soon!
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Date: 2009-09-19 01:06 am (UTC)I might do Snow White next :p
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Date: 2009-09-19 01:07 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-27 10:26 am (UTC)Alhtough, the bad feeling has befallen me, that you don't write for this fandom anylonger and that I will be heartbroken, when I have finally read all your stories.
Is there any way I could persuade you to be active again in this fandom? I could offer stories in return? They are not half as wonderful as yours, but I will give it my very best. *hopeful, big, begging puppy eyes*
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Date: 2011-03-06 02:10 pm (UTC)I appreciate that you enjoy my stories :)
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Date: 2011-03-12 02:40 pm (UTC)just my luck falling in love with a fandom that started almost 6 years ago.. but I am so glad I did, because coming across your stories was the most wonderful and most inspiring thing in a long time for me. You are really talented! -takes hat off in respect-I posted two stories on bobby-and-jack and fourbrothers100 under lj user name ruby-red-robin just recently, but I am not too happy with them. I can't put my finger on it, but something seems to be missing. I guess I will need some time to get back into it and get more familiar with the characters. I'm definitely having a hard time getting back into writing as well. Maybe we should open a self-help / support group for comeback writers ;-)
I absolutely love your stories and I will most likely end up commenting on all of them over time. ;-)
Hope you have a lovely weekend!!!