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[American Idol] [David Archuleta/David Cook] [PG-13]

davidxdavid started a post a day for the month of February, and for one of my days I put up an entry offering ficlets based on fairytales. It's taken a while to get round to it, but now that I have, I can't seem to stop. And, like all the ficlets that came before this one, it... kind of ran away with me, so. Um. This is for pixiebeanz, whom I adore, because what better way to welcome her to the world of Cookleta than with the only skill I actually have? ♥ ♥ ♥



Sing Your Melody (I'll Sing Along)


Once upon a time, in a land far, far away - farther than either your or my human mind can imagine - there lived a King and his gentle Queen.

The King was wise, and he often sought his wife's counsel in the people's matters, for she was as kind as she was beautiful. Thusly they ruled their lands with a fair but tender hand, and their people loved and revered them. Their kingdom prospered, and all was well for many a year.

But the King and Queen began to yearn for children, and so blessed were they that they were gifted with a son almost upon the blossoming of the thought.

Their first-born was brought into the world soon after, a handsome baby boy. His hair was black as ebony, his skin white as snow, and his lips red as a fresh Spring rose--

"He will be loved by all," the King declared, tearfully. "And henceforth his name shall be David James, crown Prince of the Archuleta Kingdom."

In a moment of joy, all customs were forgotten, and the writing of invitations to the Prince's christening was left to the royal advisor, a doting but clumsy old man. They were delivered by the royal guards once the sun rose, one invitation to every fairy in the land.

Every fairy... but one.

Paula Abdul, the most powerful fairy of them all, had been overlooked.

"Curses!" Paula shrieked, when the news reached her. "A thousand curses upon the royal family! The Prince shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know him, but, before the sun sets on his sixteenth birthday, he shall prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel--"

Except, um, this isn't exactly how the story goes, David doesn't think, but it's the version his dad's been telling him for, like, ever.

But anyway, he's turning eighteen today and he's still alive, only he's not, like, graceful or beautiful or any of those things, though the people do love him (and he loves them, oh my gosh! They're awesome). Plus he's already seen, like, a thousand spindles or spinning wheels or whatever, so obviously the prophecy isn't real.



Except apparently it is, only not all that accurate?

Because the last thing David remembers is his mom smiling at him across the dining table, spooning him more tomato soup (which is totally his favorite thing ever).

And then everything goes really, really dark.



When he wakes up again, it's - something feels different. David doesn't know what it is right away. The room smells different - um, nicer, sort of? - and his body feels all warm and boneless, and his head is tilted up, and his mouth is tingling, and - and there's someone there kissing him--

"Oh my gosh!" David yelps. The words are muffled by - by the other man's lips and David scrambles up and pushes him away. "Oh my gosh!" he repeats. He tries to sound scandalized, instead of, um, of someone who just woke up to being kissed and - and liking it, oh my heck. "What - who are you? What are you doing?"

"Uh," the stranger says, clearly startled. Then he shakes his head and grins a little, backhanding the shine off his mouth. "I thought that was pretty obvious. Guess it worked, huh?"

"What?" David demands, warily. "I don't - who are you? Why are you here?"

"Uh," the man says again, eyeing David like maybe David's the one with the problem - which David thinks is totally unfair because he's not the one going around breaking into people's rooms and kissing random people-- "I'm here to... rescue you?"

At David's confused look, he adds, "I'm David Cook."

"David Cook," David repeats, and then his eyes go wide when the name clicks. "Oh my gosh, Prince Cook! I - what - I'm so sorry, I didn't know - I didn't think you'd be so--"

"Handsome?" Prince Cook says, with a rakish grin. "Brave?"

"Young," David blurts, without quite meaning to. He cringes when his brain catches up to his mouth. "I mean--"

But Prince Cook is already laughing, one arm slung around David's bedpost to--oh, wait. That isn't-- "This isn't my room," David says, suddenly, as he sits up all the way. Why is he even-- "Oh my gosh, where am I?"

Prince Cook isn't laughing anymore. His voice is gentle when he asks, "You don't remember what happened?"

"No," David says, panicked, pulling back the covers (which have these weird, like, heart-shaped thingies on them, oh my -- these are totally not his) and getting off the bed. "Where--"

And then the world tips sideways as his knees give way.

"Whoa," Prince Cook says, lunging forward to catch him. He gets one arm wrapped firmly around David's waist before David hits the ground. "Hey, take it easy there, sleeping beauty."

And it's - up close, Prince Cook really is handsome. He's got these nice, kind eyes, and a - a strong jaw, and his mouth is really, um. David feels his face get hot. "Um," he says instead, and drops his eyes. "What?"

"Yeah," Prince Cook says, not unkindly, as he guides David back to the bed. For a second, David gets to lean on him, which is kind of nice. "It's what they've been calling you. You've been asleep for, like, a year now."

David balks. "A year?" he asks. His voice comes out all weird and scratchy. Oh my gosh, his mom and dad, and - and the kids--

Prince Cook sits down, beside him and David shifts a little closer without thinking about it. "Apparently about a year ago, Paula Abdul drugged your soup. Then she grabbed you and put you in this place, in the middle of nowheresville. The King put up notices everywhere when he found out. He got every Prince and fairy in the kingdom he could find. Nothing worked."

David shivers, and hunches in on himself, miserably. He can't even imagine -- if it had been Jazzy or something, oh my gosh.

Prince Cook puts a hand on his arm, then. He's smiling when David looks up. "Thank god for me, huh?"

Despite himself, David laughs. It comes out all watery. "Yeah," he says, and, when Prince Cook reaches for something he dropped on the floor, quickly swipes the back of his hand over his eyes.

"Okay then," Prince Cook says, and rubs his hands together. "Can you feel your legs yet? 'Cause I think it's about time we get you home."

"Yes," David agrees, readily. "I think so."



"Okay," Prince Cook says, half an hour later. He's very, very still. "Just so you know, this wasn't in the fucking fine print."

"Um," David says.

Prince Cook is barely breathing. "Piece of cake, they said," he mutters, almost under his breath. (David totally doesn't think that's, um, cute. Or whatever.) Prince Cook's fingers are clenched tight around the hilt of his sword. "Just cut the vines, scale the tower, kiss the fucking comatose patient, and bring him back. Easy. But does anyone think to mention the fucking fire-breathing dragon?"

"Um," David repeats.

"I've been in this moat for days trying to figure out how to get to you, and just when I think I'm going to get to ride off into the sunset, totally fucking figures--"

The dragon - Kate - huffs, and David puts his hand on Cook's shoulder. His lips start doing that tingly thing again when Prince Cook turns around to look at him--

(sort of like when he'd woken up to the heat of Prince Cook's palm against his jaw and their mouths fused together and--)

David flushes.

"David," Prince Cook says, and David can't help but notice that only, like, a tiny corner of his mouth is moving. "I get that I'm supposed to rescue you, and, you know, sweep you off your feet and into some happily ever after, but we've kind of got a situation on our hands, and I'm open to ideas."

David blinks. Happily ever after? "Oh," he says, belatedly. "Yes. See, um. Kate - the dragon - she's sort of my friend."

David smiles encouragingly as Prince Cook stares. A moment later, Prince Cook repeats, weakly, "Your friend."

"That's right, honey." Kate smiles, a big, toothy grin, and spreads her wings. "You boys need a lift?"

Prince Cook totally freaks out.

David doesn't laugh. Because first of all, Prince Cook totally just saved his life. And second of all, it's only a little bit funny.

Or, um, okay, maybe a little bit more than a little bit.



The ride back takes forever, but David keeps asking Prince Cook questions about the Kingdom, and his parents, and his family, and, like, everything - he's missed a whole year! - and Prince Cook tells him stories about swordfights, and the people from his own kingdom, and how, that one time with the mermaids--so it's not like they're about to run out of stuff to talk about.

David usually wouldn't mind the ride at all, even without the awesome conversation, but his body is starting to realize that it's all, like, sore and stuff from lying still so long, and he's also sort of hungry. "David," Prince - um, Cook says ("It's just Cook," Cook says. "Enough with the Prince schmaltz."). He sounds like he's trying not to laugh. "What happened to being more experienced with dragon rides than I am? Why are you squirming?"

"I'm not," David protests, shifting his weight again. "I'm just - I can't really feel my, um--"

Cook totally pokes him, then, in, um, in a very inappropriate place, and David yelps and blushes, craning his neck as far back as he can to glare. "Sorry," Cook says, only, like, he's obviously not sorry at all. "Did you feel that? I thought you were going to say you couldn't feel your--" He makes this gesture, like he's going to, um, feel David up again, and David jerks, reflexively, but his body is angled all weird and stuff, so instead of moving forward he sort of ends up overbalancing, sideways, and--

"Oh!" David gasps.

He only has a second as he slips, but it's enough to see Cook turn pale, to hear him shout, "David!"

And then he's falling.

David has to shut his eyes because his heart is in his mouth and his stomach clenches like he's going to throw up, not even because of this, just - seeing Cook that way, terrified and--

It's freezing, and he's hurtling down, arms spread helplessly, the wind whipping his hair in his face. And all he can think about is Cook, and how he wishes, back in the tower, he should have let Cook, um, and maybe they should have - he just wishes they'd had more time.

Then he hears, distantly, "David!"

And it gets louder, and louder, and louder, and David thinks, oh my gosh, isn't Heaven up there? because that's Cook's voice, he'd recognize it anywhere, and then he lands, hard.

On top of Cook.

Oh my gosh, Cook! David wants to say, but he's totally winded, and Cook is panting for breath in his ear. David tries to roll off him, weakly, but Cook wraps both arms around him and holds him steady. "Don't - fucking - move," Cook warns, but his voice is thin.

"Would you two stay put?" Kate demands, her voice booming through the clouds. "My crash landing ain't what it used to be."

David manages a laugh, but he doesn't really hear her, since his heart is still, like, pounding in his ears.

He can feel Cook's heart, too, drumming its rhythm against his back like a crazy bass line. Cook is so, so warm, and that's when David realizes he's shaking. Or - or maybe that's Cook, who's sitting up now, slowly, both arms still around him, clutching to him so tightly David can barely breathe.

He doesn't tell Cook to let him go.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Cook demands, eventually. He could be shouting, but he isn't, his voice still unsteady in David's ear. That's somehow worse. "Jesus fucking Christ, David!"

"Sorry," David says. His pulse is still jumping, still tap-tap-tapping so quickly it feels like it's going to break skin. "Sorry, I wasn't--"

Cook makes a quiet sound. David can feel him shaking his head. "You," Cook says. It sounds kind of hysterical. "You're apologizing to me, when I was - when I could have--"

David can feel Cook's hold loosening a little, and, um, that isn't - so he leans back, and drops his head on Cook's shoulder so he can look up at him. Cook's eyes are wet, and he's sort of - he's blinking, hard, and his eyebrows are drawn and his mouth is pinched.

And it hits David, like a wonderful, wonderful burst of melody, it hits him; Cook's saved him twice, from falling into a coma first, and then from falling, um, pretty much to his death, so.

So maybe now, this time, here--

Maybe with Cook, falling will be okay.

"Cook," he says, and Cook kind of sniffles a little, which, okay, David does laugh this time, and Cook says, "oh, shut up, I was fucking terrified--"

And then David raises his head and kisses him.

Cook makes this sort of surprised kind of noise, and then he melts into it, kisses David like they're back in the tower and he's trying to breathe life into him again. One of his hands comes up to cup David's cheek, warm and gentle, and David leans into it on instinct. He feels Cook's other arm start to move, up his stomach, his chest, and then it settles there, a loose fist over his heart.

It makes David feel--

"Wow," Cook breathes, when they pull away. He doesn't let David go.

"Um," David says.

Cook breaks into a tentative grin. "You've been holding out on me, Archuleta."

David flushes almost on cue. "Oh my gosh!" he says.

"Better keep practicing," Cook adds.

David doesn't argue.



They're still making out, like, two hours later (um, seriously, how did Paula Abdul find that tower anyway?). David kind of has a crick in his neck, and Cook isn't letting him move ("no, not even an inch, I'm not going through that shit again."), but Cook's sort of all, um, teasing now? Like, he keeps nipping at David's lower lip and, um, licking the column of David's throat, and - and pressing small kisses into the curve of David's shoulder, which, um, totally, totally makes up for the tension in David's neck.

And then Cook says, suddenly, "I've sort of been holding out on you, too."

David blinks.

"You know, those other Princes? They didn't - they found the place okay. But, uh, it had to be, like - apparently, none of their kisses woke you up."

David frowns a little, and looks up to see Cook watching him. "Um?" he says. "I - I don't -- so that means...?"

"I don't know about true love or anything," Cook says, slowly. "I mean, we only just met." His smile is wry. "But apparently we're, uh, two halves of the same soul."

David pauses. "So," he says, finally. "That's good, right?" He bites his lip hopefully. "I mean, if - does that mean you want to keep, um, kissing me?"

Cook stares at him, and after a second, he starts to laugh. "David Archuleta, what would your parents think?"

"What?" David objects. "I - that is not fair! They would totally be on my side because you're all, whatever, telling me important things when I'm so not, like, focused!"

He's not entirely sure that's true, though, so, when Cook looks up again, David only feels a little guilty when he adds, shyly, "But I - maybe we could, um, take a detour? Before we test that theory?"

It takes a second, but then Cook grins, pressing another kiss to David's temple. "I hear Paris is nice this time of year," he agrees.
 
 
 
 
 
 
SO, I HAVE TO NOT BE LATE FOR PE TOMORROW MORNING LATER AS WE'RE GOING RUNNING, BUT LOOK AT ME READING THIS ANYWAY. *IS WEAK*

(ALSO, ROFL APPARENTLY CAPSLOCK IS MY DEFAULT SETTING FOR COMMENTING ON YOUR STUFF)
ROTFL OMG NOW THIS BETTER BE REALLY, REALLY WORTH IT OR YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE TIRED DURING PE TOMORROW FOR NO GOOD REASON!
KADSJF;LSKJFA;LSDKFJALSD;KFJALSDKJF!!!!!!!
NAT!

NAT NAT!

OH MY GOSH, STOP WRITING SPECTACULAR THINGS BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE TIME TO READ THEM AND OH MY GOSH NEVER STOP PLEEEEEEEEASE BECAUSE I LOVE THIS SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH.

OH MY GOSH. KISSING AND AND AND SLEEPING BEAUTY AND DRUGGING SOUP AND AHAHAHA 18/16 AND COOK AND KATE THE DRAGON AND DYING OVER HERE, SERIOUSLY.

Except, um, this isn't exactly how the story goes, David doesn't think, but it's the version his dad's been telling him for, like, ever.
DO YOU EVEN KNOW. I LIKE, LEGIT LAUGHED OUT LOUD AT THIS.

But anyway, he's turning eighteen today and he's still alive, only he's not, like, graceful or beautiful or any of those things, though the people do love him (and he loves them, oh my gosh! They're awesome). Plus he's already seen, like, a thousand spindles or spinning wheels or whatever, so obviously the prophecy isn't real.
AHAHAHAHAHA. Your David voice is SO perfect. BB D YOU ARE TOO GRACEFUL AND PERFECT.

which have these weird, like, heart-shaped thingies on them, oh my -- these are totally not his
Ahahahaha

And it's - up close, Prince Cook really is handsome. He's got these nice, kind eyes, and a - a strong jaw, and his mouth is really, um.
XDDDDDD

Prince Cook totally freaks out.
David doesn't laugh. Because first of all, Prince Cook totally just saved his life. And second of all, it's only a little bit funny.
Or, um, okay, maybe a little bit more than a little bit.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. BEST MENTAL IMAGE EVERRRRRRR

Cook totally pokes him, then, in, um, in a very inappropriate place, and David yelps and blushes, craning his neck as far back as he can to glare. "Sorry," Cook says, only, like, he's obviously not sorry at all.
AHAHAHA COOK. COOOOK ILU.

"Cook," he says, and Cook kind of sniffles a little, which, okay, David does laugh this time, and Cook says, "oh, shut up, I was fucking terrified--"
Awwwwwwwwwwww

You write the hottest kissing scenes ever, oh my gosh.

"I mean, if - does that mean you want to keep, um, kissing me?"
AHAHAHAHAHA ARCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE

"What?" David objects. "I - that is not fair! They would totally be on my side because you're all, whatever, telling me important things when I'm so not, like, focused!"
ARCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE AHAHAHA

YOUR ARCHIE AND COOK ARE LIKE, THE GREATEST EVER, I HOPE YOU KNOW. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.

*FLAILS AT YOU*
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heeeeeee! THAT WOULD BE THE BEST FAIRYTALE EVER, NGL. and i totally agree about the pixar vs disney thing. because yes. tysm for reading and for the fb! :D
I LOVE YOUR AWKWARD!ARCHIE. THIS WHOLE THING HAD ME GIGGLING LIKE MAD. GOOD TIMES.
TYSM for the comment! i am a big fan of awkward!archie myself, ngl! :D
ooh it's sleeping beauty this time!!! i luv sleeping b <3

Every fairy... but one.
D: D: *lightning and thunder*

Except, um, this isn't exactly how the story goes
LMFAO.

which David thinks is totally unfair because he's not the one going around breaking into people's rooms and kissing random people
hahahahahaha i absolutely ADORE your bb voice because omggg *cuddles to death*

"Handsome?" Prince Cook says, with a rakish grin. "Brave?"
bahahahaha oh cookie <3

He can't even imagine -- if it had been Jazzy or something, oh my gosh.
:')

David blinks. Happily ever after? "Oh," he says, belatedly. "Yes. See, um. Kate - the dragon - she's sort of my friend."
i totally did not see that coming lmfaoooo at Prince Cook totally freaks out.

Cook totally pokes him, then, in, um, in a very inappropriate place, and David yelps and blushes, craning his neck as far back as he can to glare.
D: D: HAHAHAHAHAAH... wait, uh, are you thinking what i'm thinking??

And then he's falling.
OH NOES

"Would you two stay put?" Kate demands, her voice booming through the clouds. "My crash landing ain't what it used to be."
I AM KATE'S NUMBER #1 FAN.

"Cook," he says, and Cook kind of sniffles a little, which, okay, David does laugh this time, and Cook says, "oh, shut up, I was fucking terrified--"
oh my gosh :') :') :')

"I hear Paris is nice this time of year," he agrees.
<33333333333 \o/\o/\o/\o/\o/

SO, SO FAWESOME OMGWUTTTTTT *RUNS IN CIRCLES FLAILING*
D: D: *lightning and thunder*

ROTFL YOUR SOUND EFFECTS MAKE MY LIFE. THEY ARE AWESOME. and omg, I AM PRETTY SURE I WAS THINKING WHAT YOU WERE THINKING, ROTFL. oh, cook!

ALSO, KATE = ♥ JUST LIKE YOU. YOU ARE AMAZING, TYSM FOR THE FB.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND I WOULD HAVE FINISHED IT SOONER BUT YOU WERE DISTRACTING ME AND THEN WORK WAS DISTRACTING ME AND IT HAS BEEN A DISTRACTING DAY

BUT NOW I AM FOCUSED

FOCUSED ON THE AWESOME THAT IS YOUR STORY

AND YOU KNOW, SLEEPING BEAUTY HAS NEVER BEEN A FAVORITE OF MINE (ALTHOUGH IT IS DEF. >>>> SNOW WHITE, AND YOUR PART ABOUT EBONY HAIR MADE ME FIRST THINK OF SNOW WHITE, AND I AM PRETTY SURE DAVID W/ 7 DWARF BUDS WOULD BE HILARIOUS, JUST THROWING THAT OUT THERE) BUT ANYWAY, YOU HAVE VASTLY IMPROVED THE STORY OF SLEEPING BEAUTY, JUST SO YOU KNOW.

BUT YEAH AND OMG ONE GREAT THING ABOUT SLEEPING BEAUTY IS HOW YOU GET TO KNOW THE PRINCE REALLY WELL (ALSO BEAUTY AND THE BEAST DOES THIS WELL) AND YAY!!!

OMG KATE, LOL, AND PAULA!!! PAULA IS AWESOME, HER VENGEANCE IS TERRIBLE AND HER BEAUTY IS BOUNDLESS!

PAULA>>>>>>>>>>>KARA, ALSO.

AND IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE THAT DAVID WOULD BE LIKE "THE HECK???" BECAUSE IF YOU PASS OUT AND HAVE NO SENSE OF TIME PASSING AND THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW A STRANGER IS MAKING OUT WITH YOU? IT IS PROBABLY DISCONCERTING. OMG

ILU

THIS IS AWESOME

ILU

FOREVER
ROTFLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

I WONDERED IF ANYONE WOULD PICK UP ON THE SNOW WHITE THING. I COULD NOT RESIST, GAH (AND I LOVE THAT IDEA, I REALLY DO, IDK, WE WILL SEE WHAT HAPPENS). and also i have NEVER been a fan of sleeping beauty, BUT WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS I KEPT GOING, HEY, YOU KNOW WHAT, I COULD GET ON BOARD WITH THIS. IT WAS KIND OF AWESOME.

ALSO I HEART PAULA, AND ESPECIALLY WAY MORE THAN KARA, WHO IS LAME. WHATEVS. BUT OMG YAY YOU LIKED THIS, TYSM, ILU.
Going to Paris on dragonback, yay!

This was awesome. And funny. And sweet. And I loved it. A lot.
*giggles* david quite liked the idea himself! tysm for reading! :D i'm really glad you liked it!
because what better way to welcome her to the world of Cookleta than with the only skill I actually have?

THERE IS NO BETTER WAY, JUST FYI. I WOULD NOT BE IN THIS WORLD WERE IT NOT FOR YOU AND YOUR FABULOUS FIC. FIC FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. OMG. ILU. SO MUCH. <33333333333333

OKAY, READING NOW, BACK IN A TICK.
AH, GOT DISTRACTED, AGAIN, BUT NOW I AM HERE. THIS MIGHT BE ALL OVER THE PLACE BECAUSE I AM WRITING AS I AM READING.

OKAY, FIRST UP, AHAHAHA, SHRIEKING PAULA AS THE EVIL FAIRY IS FREAKIN' HILARIOUS. I CAN JUST PICTURE IT. PERFECT.

AGAIN, YOU ARCHIE VOICE IS JUST SO SPOT ON. I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH. HE'S PERFECT TO PLAY SLEEPING BEAUTY, ALL CONFUSED, AFTER BEING KISSED AWAKE BY HIS HANDSOME PRINCE. AWWWWWWW.

AHAHAHA, I LOVE THAT DAVID IS FRIENDS WITH THE DRAGON. AWESOME.

Cook totally pokes him, then, in, um, in a very inappropriate place, and David yelps and blushes, craning his neck as far back as he can to glare. "Sorry," Cook says, only, like, he's obviously not sorry at all.

AHAHAHA. OMG THE GLEEEEEEEEE. IT IS UNCONTAINABLE. XD. MY FACE HAS A HUGE GRIN ON IT RIGHT NOW.

OH, OH, DAVID, HE IS OKAY, SAVED BY THE DRAGON. BUT, OH, AWWW AT COOK BEING ALL SAD AND SCARED AT NEARLY LOSING DAVID. I WANT TO HUG THEM BOTH.

And it hits David, like a wonderful, wonderful burst of melody, it hits him; Cook's saved him twice, from falling into a coma first, and then from falling, um, pretty much to his death, so.

So maybe now, this time, here--

Maybe with Cook, falling will be okay.


AWWWWWWWWWWW, I LOVE THAT BIT. SO POETIC.

OF COURSE ONLY COOK'S KISS WOKE HIM UP. I SHOULD NOT BE SURPRISED. SOULMATES FOREVERRRRR.

AND NOW I AM TOTALLY PICTURING THEM FLYING TO PARIS ON A DRAGON. SO ROMANTIC. <3333333

NATALIE. NATALIIEEEEEEEEEE. OMG. OMG. OMG. I LOOOOOOOOOOOOVED THIS SO MUCH. HOW ARE YOU SO AWESOME. SERIOUSLY. THIS IS THE BEST VERSION OF SLEEPING BEAUTY EVER.

YOU ARE SO AMAZING. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS. ♥ ♥ ♥ FOREVER.

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hee, tysm for the lovely fb. i'm just glad people are still enjoying these fairytale aus! :D
WAAAHHH! THIS WAS TOTALLY, AWESOME. YOUR BB D VOICE MAKES ME JUST WANT TO SMISH HIM. SO ADORABLE. AND, COOK WAS FREAKIN' AMAZING. DUDE, I WANT COOK TO COME AND RESCUE ME, GOSH DARN IT! XD


LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! <3333
HEE! i'm pretty sure the smishableness is all david's own doing! tysm for the fb! i'm glad you liked this! :D
This is hilarious. Applause, applause, applause. I laughed thru this whole story. Archie as a tongue-tied Sleeping Beauty is genius. Cook as Prince F***ing Charming is one of the best things I've read all week. Thank you for posting. I'm now going to hunt out any more of your fairy tales.
*giggles* oh my gosh, thank you! that's so sweet of you to say! there's only peter pan and cinderella done so far, but there are a bunch more on the way! :D i'm so glad you enjoyed this, and again, ty for the fb!
LSDKFJS SLEEPING BEAUTY. FAIRYTALES ARE BACK, YAY.
OH MY GOOOOOOOOOSH. SLEEPING BEAUTY AU WITH DAVID ASLEEP AND PAULA THE WITCH AND COOK, COOK IS MY FAVORITE PRINCE CHARMING EVER. LIKE, IDEK, HIM SAVING DAVID OR JUST BEING PRINCE PERIOD JUST MELTS ME INTO THIS PUDDLE OF GOOP. YOUR COOK IS SO, SO HOT. AND HE KNOWS IT, YES HE DOES.

I'VE SAID IT ONCE, I'LL SAY IT AGAIN. YOUR DAVID VOICE WINS IT ALL, HE JUST IS SO, SO PRECIOUS. BEING ALL "MAYBE I SHOULD'VE LET HIM, UH, MAYBE." SO, SO PRECIOUS. ALSO.


"Better keep practicing," Cook adds.

David doesn't argue.


YOUR COOK = THE BEST. IDEK, I WAS TOTALLY LIKE "LA LA LA I HAVE TO REPLY TO A BILLION COMMENTS TODAY" BUT I GOT SO, SO DISTRACTED BY THIS, HOLY CRAP, YOU. ♥
Ok the dragon and the "two half of the same coin soul totally made me think of BBC's Merlin in a very good way XD I love it!
hee! omg i totally didn't think of that. oh, merlin. ♥ tysm for the fb, my dear!
THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AWESOME AND PERFECT.

YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY AWESOME AND PERFECT.
!!!!!!!! YOU GUYS ARE ALL TOO SWEET TO ME, IS WHAT IT IS. TYSM.
*makes epic flaily motions*

OHAITHUR BEST VERSION OF SLEEPING BEAUTY EVER! Archie would totes be a sleeping beauty too.

OMG THIS IS AWESOME. Also, how is the dragon David's friend if he has been all coma like for a year? Why would Paula the EVIL FREAKING FAIRY assign a dragon that is Davey's friend?



this was like so awesome it makes me want to pee!
makes me want to WEEP. OMG NOT PEE. WEEP