#Thumbelina AU

[stardustpinkart]

From my mate @swanpit , who is a fabbo artist seriously.

"Thumbelina AU", Hector has been kidnapped by Ernesto, not only for his musical talents, but as a husband! Announcing to a crowd they'll be married without even asking Hector first.

Leaving him trapped on a lily pad while he fetches the preacher, but if you think Hector is gonna take this lieing down, you'd be wrong

[apomaro-mellow]

Steve came into being in an unusual way. He bloomed from a flower after his mother had beseeched a fairy, wanting a child of her own. He had the features of a handsome young man, all in the petite form that could fit in the palm of his mother's hand.

Steve was kept busy just trying to keep up with her as she worked as a seamstress. She often found him tangled in thread or wrapped up in ribbon. He was great at needling her thread though.

Still, Steve wished to have someone around who was more like him. Someone of his size who really understood his point of view. Sometimes his mother would read to him, stories of fantasy and of knights and princes. His favorites were of the fairies. People as small as him, who surely saw the world as he did, but had the wings to take them higher and away.

The book was propped on the dresser of his room and he stood in front of the picture of the fairy prince. Like this, Steve could almost pretend he was talking to him.

"Have you ever seen one? A real fairy?", Steve asked his mother while she sat knitting in the corner.

"Well, fairies do exist darling. But there are many kinds." There were probably about as many as there were flowers. "I haven't seen any quite as small as the ones in your book."

Steve frowned a little but if there were all sorts of fairies, then ones that looked more like him must exist somewhere. Otherwise where did the stories come from? They must just be too small for humans to see.

When his mother turned in for the night, Steve continued to gaze at the page. The fairy prince in the story had an elegant air about him, with sparkling golden hair. Now that he was alone, in only the candlelight, he let his fantasies run wild.

"Hello there, your highness", he bowed, smiling silly to himself. "May I have this dance?"

Lost in his own world, he didn't notice the eyes watching him as he twirled next to the page. Eyes belonging to someone small enough to sneak in through the slightly opened window with wings to bring him closer.

"Mind if I cut in?"

Startled, Steve took a needle from the pin cushion next to him and brandished it, only to come up against a sword the size of his needle.

"Quick on his feet. Very attractive for a dancer."

Steve took in the stranger. Long, dark hair, wild eyes... and wings.

"You're a fairy", he breathed out, the grip on his needle loosening.

"That I am." Seeing that he wasn't about to be impaled, he withdrew his sword and gave a lavish bow. "Eddie of Forest Hills, at your service. And you? Or should I just call you gorgeous?"

Steve was thrown about by this stranger, no not a stranger anymore. By Eddie. Without taking his eyes off him, he put the needle back in the cushion. He gave a small bow of his own. "Steve."

"Pleasure to meet you Steve." Looking up at the story book, Eddie flew up to the picture of the fictional prince then pointed to himself. "What do you think? We're like twins, aren't we?"

Steve laughed but not unkindly. The fairy in the book seemed worlds away from Eddie.

"Are there, others like you?"

"Like me? Hmm, if you mean one of us winged folk, there's plenty out in the hills. If you mean incredibly handsome..." Eddie's wings slowly brought him back down to Steve. "Well right now I can only think of one other."

Steve blushed. Whoever this guy was, he was good. Almost too good.

Then somehow he leaned on something that wasn't there and fell over the side of the dresser, squawking down the way before catching himself with his wings. Which got Steve laughing again.

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That laugh, oh that laugh. Eddie would fall over a dozen times just to hear it. He never imagined he'd find someone like this tonight. Eddie 100% believed in love at first sight. At least on his end. He did think he would need to do some convincing on the other person's end. But seeing how he made Steve laugh twice in less than a minute, he figured it was safe to say he was charmed at least.

"So, there's other fairies", Steve sat down, his legs hanging over the edge. "Is there actually a fairy prince?"

Eddie floated all the way back up and then sat down next to him. "There is", he said with a grin. No need to show his entire hand so early.

"Well, what's he like?"

Steve suddenly looked enraptured and Eddie couldn't help but feel a little jealous for himself.

"The prince is...princely, I suppose. Good with a sword, listens to the common folk, not too stuffy, heard he's pretty good looking too."

"Is that so? Coming from someone who considers himself incredibly handsome, the prince must be quite the looker", Steve said.

And stars help him, Eddie couldn't help but get a little closer. "I mean he's fine, for a prince."

"Have you ever met him?"

Eddie nodded. "I have."

"I bet he's strong and brave. I'd love to meet him myself one day."

It was hard to focus on just one part of Steve. He wanted to gaze into his eyes, stare at his lips, and try and see if he could count his moles by the light of the candle, all while listening to his words. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up stealing a kiss. And he wanted Steve to give it to him.

They seemed on the precipice of deciding just that when something bumped against the window, sending Steve nearly into Eddie's lap which sent Eddie into the stratosphere.

"What was that?"

Eddie groaned and flew next to the window, Steve following on his feet. They came out the crack in the window to meet the maker of the noise.

"Steve, meet my shining steed, Honey."

Steve waved at the bee that looked itching to fly. "Hi Honey."

Eddie almost replied with a 'hi sweetheart' but kept it in his head. While Steve was admiring the fuzzy hide, Eddie walked around him, hands behind his back like he was surveying.

"Soooo, wanna take a ride?"

Part 2

[tuensartpages]

tanzen except in a thumbelina au because i rewatched the movie a few months ago and omg??? its so them coded????? ❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛

[nesleepng]

Something something thumbelina Ed and flower prince Stede

[stardust948]

Thumbelina Katara 💙💙💙

Fic

[pommegrantaire]

Klance Thumbelina AU, anyone??

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

For more of this chapter, please click the AO3 link below!

From the Seed of a Sunflower

AU Types- Fantasy AU/Flower Language

Word Prompt- Sunshine

Dialogue Prompt- “who are you?”

Summary:  Bilbo intends to go on his year-long journey as is custom of his Took family, and being six inches tall is not about to deter him. He soon finds himself in a big world, containing small people...just like him.

Bilbo finally looked up, and for a strange moment, he thought it was the ravens circling above that were speaking. Now, he had never heard an animal speak before, but to be fair, the only opportunity he’d had was with the neighbor’s tomcat, Smeagol, who was an odd creature in general. However, before he could contemplate more on the idea of talking ravens, he was able to catch the shiny glint of metal on the back of one of the circling birds. His breath caught in his throat. Was…was that a tiny knight? Someone…his size? He thought he was the only one.

“It’s making a run for it! Better bring it down, quick.”

It was at that moment he became aware of the Raven Riders quarry. A squirrel carrying a passenger of its own. Only there was something wrong with them. The squirrel was…diseased looking, matted fur, and overly sharp teeth. The rider was even more appalling. Too pale of skin with bone jutting out in odd places. It was enough to make Bilbo shiver in fear even from where he was standing. He became entranced watching the battle now that he realized that’s what it was.

One of the Raven Riders would fire an arrow onto the squirrel creature that would either be deflected by the monster or dig into its fur making it cry out. However, it didn’t seem like it was going down easy. In fact, it only seemed more agitated, something he could tell was making the Raven Riders nervous as their back and forth banter carried on above. It was like watching some sort of bizarre play which is why Bilbo never once considered the idea that he might be in danger.

[violetlunette]

I was inspired by Hippiezawa to make an Thumbelina/Tom Thumb Erasermic image. I won’t be working on this anytime soon but I wanted to draw this. I had no idea what outfit to give Thumbelina Hizashi, so I took inspiration from Tom Thumb and gave him a shirt made of spider webs and rat fur boots. I’m mad that my scanner ruined the cross hatch I drew on Hizashi’s shirt but oh well. The bg flower image in the first pic is public domain.

[musicprincess1990]

Sherlolly Appreciation Week Finale

Sorry for the delay, just had a hard time thinking of anything at first, but then this popped into my head. Fair warning: I could not stop giggling as I wrote this. It’s in no way meant to be taken seriously, just keep that in mind as you read. And without further ado, here’s my final contribution to SAW 2023!

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Let Me Be Your Wings

Sherlock had no idea why he was the way that he was. Neither his memory nor his adoptive mother, Mrs Hudson, could provide any answers. All he could remember was a childhood spent climbing table legs and racing across tiny bridges connecting various pieces of furniture. Mrs Hudson had done her best to accommodate him, to make being so small a person living in an enormous world as easy as possible. But he’d known very early on that he was not where he belonged.

As he reached adulthood, he spent more and more time reading. Mrs Hudson had few books in her collection, but she made sure to put them within his reach, and though he was quite significantly smaller than them, he managed to carefully turn every page, devouring the words within.

That was how he made his first discovery of fairies.

Ever rational and realistic, he initially rejected the notion of any sort of magical being… but he couldn’t help but wonder. How had he come to be the only person his size, if not through magic? What other explanation could there be? As he often said to himself, when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

And the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

Perhaps he was meant to have been a fairy himself. Perhaps something had gone wrong, resulting in his wings not growing or appearing, or however one came to have wings. Perhaps, he thought in his darker moments, someone had taken them. He might never know the answers, but he could not rid himself of the notion, nor the obsession. Day and night, he pored over the few books with information on the fae. Some presented that information as fact, others as fiction, but all had one similarity: There was a queen of the fairies, and she had the power to make a mortal one of their own.

His path was clear; he would have to find this queen of the fairies, and convince her to give him wings.

Sherlock told Mrs Hudson of his plan one evening, and predictably, he was met with concerns for his safety and pleas for him not to go. He presented his research and logic as an argument, and eventually, she conceded, only asking that he wait to leave until morning. A small concession to make, he thought, and easily agreed.

That night, however, as he lay in his walnut-shell bed, too excited to sleep, he heard a strange sound. He sat upright, holding his breath as he listened.

It was… a bee?

Sure enough, as he got out of bed and made his way toward the window, where the sound came from, he found a bee settled just outside. But that wasn’t all. The bee had a sort of saddle on it, suggesting that someone—or something—had been riding it. Sherlock hardly had time to process this revelation before the rider appeared, having pushed the window open just enough to slip inside.

And Sherlock’s jaw dropped.

A fairy.

She was a bit smaller than even him, clad in a dress that seemed to be made of flower petals, her opalescent wings fluttering at her back. Her eyes, wide and brown, landed on him, and her mouth fell open to match his. They stared at one another in silence for several moments, before she swallowed and put on a shy smile. “Hello,” she said in a soft voice.

Sherlock finally closed his mouth, but didn’t stop staring. “Who are you?”

“My name is Molly,” she answered. “What’s yours?”

“Sherlock. Why are you here?”

Her face fell a bit. “Oh, er, sorry… would you like me to leave?”

“NO!” he bellowed, then winced at his volume. She jumped back at the outburst, but she didn’t seem at all put off by him. In fact, she was smiling. Sherlock cleared his throat. “Sorry. What I meant was, you can stay… if you like.”

Her smile grew. “That’s a relief. Thank you.” Another silence settled between them for a few seconds, then her brow furrowed as she looked past him. “What happened to your wings?”

Sherlock’s stomach twisted. “I… I’ve never had any.”

Now her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Not ever?” He shook his head. “I’ve never met a mortal who was the same size as me.”

“I’ve never met anyone the same size as me,” he countered, then more seriously added, “I’ve never really met anyone at all, come to think of it. It’s always been just me and Mrs Hudson.”

“Mrs Hudson?”

“My mother… adoptive,” he clarified unnecessarily.

Those brown eyes continued staring at him, but a slow smile spread across her elfin face. “Would you like to meet more people your size?”

His heart did a somersault in his chest, and he nodded. She held out her hand to him, but he hesitated, looking over his shoulder in the direction of Mrs Hudson’s bedroom. He’d promised to wait until the morning to start his adventure, and she would be terribly upset if he broke that promise… but this may be his only chance. Finally, with a deep breath, he stepped forward and took her hand.

“I don’t have any wings,” he reminded her as they moved to the window.

“That’s alright,” she smiled easily. “Let me be your wings.”

[annaberunoyume]

Thumbelina OST - 16 - Marry the Mole

POV: (THUMBELINA AU)  GOLD-DIGGER WALLY TRIES TO SET YOU UP WITH MR. MOLE FOR MONNEY, BUT AS HE SINGS TO CONVINCE YOU, YOU BEGIN TO HAVE LOVEY FEELINGS FOR WALLY.

[stardustpinkart]

Commish from @swanpit

Ernesto returned to find Hector gone, and grows LIVID upon hearing rumours around the pond of him running off to marry the fairy princess. He will find him, bring him back, and marry him, hes not going to let him go!

[apomaro-mellow]

Part 6

Things moved fast when you had money and power in the forest, apparently. It was how Steve found himself, dressed in drab gray clothes for his wedding quicker than you could say ‘I do’. The outfit reminded him of porcelain dolls and not in a good way. Their clothes always seemed so itchy and stiff which was exactly how he felt.

The music started and Steve looked around at all who were present. Rodents of all kinds, moles, voles, weasels, and rats, and others. None of which he knew besides Brenner, who was sitting amongst the audience. And of course, his husband to be, Henry.

Steve felt like he wasn’t even here; like this wasn’t happening to him. How could it? This couldn’t be his life! Marrying some random mole rat that he didn’t love?

He could still hear Eddie’s voice in his ear, whispering sweetly and promising to take him places he had never seen. Henry never left his tunnels. They were even getting married in one right now! It was a cavernous space, lit just enough for Steve to make out where he was and who was with him but it couldn’t compare to the warm light of the sun.

And Henry couldn’t compare to Eddie.

“And do you take Mr. Creel to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Steve was still partially in his reverie when he answered, “No”, eliciting gasps from all in attendance.

“I beg your pardon?”, the officiant asked.

“Steve”, Brenner said through grit teeth.

“I don’t love him! I can’t marry him!” Steve turned away from the altar, only taking a few steps before someone burst through the ceiling of soil and landed right in front of him.

“You can marry me instead”, Tommy smirked, already reaching for him.

“No! I’m not marrying anybody else today. I’m going home!” Steve swiped the toad’s hands away from him and then shoved him out of the way, running down the aisle and into another part of the tunnel.

Just his luck, waiting right there was none of than Billy.

“Hey there, pretty boy~”

“I’m not your pretty boy!” Steve pushed him out of the way too, booking it down the tunnels. He could hear a commotion behind him as he ran. It sounded like the entire forest was on his tail.

What he didn’t know was the part of the noise came from Eddie, who fell down one of the tunnels right in front of Tommy.

“Looks like we meet again”, Eddie said as he brandished his sword.

“Outta my way, you gnat!”, Tommy shouted as he reached for a flaming torch.

Steve couldn’t pick out Eddie’s voice in the crowd, nor was he planning on turning back to see who exactly was chasing him when he already knew. Billy, Tommy, Henry, Brenner, the whole wedding party too probably. He just kept running, shuddering past spiderwebs and avoiding the great pitfalls of the tunnels.

He could feel a warm breeze and that was what made him pause. Just up ahead, he could see it. Light at the end of the tunnel. He just had to climb a little and he would be out. But he had stopped for too long and the mob was in view again.

“Come back here!”, Brenner shouted.

“Shit!”, Steve started clambering up to escape.

Eddie could hear him, even as he was fighting off Tommy and knew he was in trouble. Time to end this. He was able to knock the torch out of his hand but then Tommy disarmed him as well and they started trading blows with just their fists.

He didn’t have time for this, he had to get to Steve. Tommy grabbed at his shoulders and Eddie tried to lift up with his wings but the imbalance had them falling over the edge instead, into the darkness.

Steve got close to the mouth of the tunnel. He peered back and saw the rest of them beginning to climb too. With a powerful kick, he loosened the gravel and rock below him, causing a landslide. There were cries of shock as his pursuants tried to get away lest they be crushed.

Steve finished his ascent, letting out a great big sigh as he felt the sun on him. His retreat had cause his wedding clothes to be torn and ruined, but he couldn’t find himself to care. That was just more skin for the sun to warm. He hadn’t felt freedom like this in a long time.

A shadow flew overhead and he looked up, his smile widening even more.

“Look at you! You made it out!”

“I made it out!”, Steve celebrated. When Dustin landed, he hugged the bird, burying his face in his soft feathers.

“Well, you’ll never guess what I found. I found out where your prince lives”, Dustin said proudly.

Steve immediately felt his mood dropped. Maybe where his prince had lived, but now....

“Dustin, just...just fly me home, okay? I just want to be home.”

Steve got onto Dustin’s back and while it was a bit awkward, he did manage to fly. From up above, Steve was able to see the lay of the land and give Dustin a few directions once he recognized his town. But he was still a baby bird and had to stop on a tree right on the edge of Steve’s home. 

He really was here. He couldn’t believe it. All this time and it was right here now.

Dustin rolled his shoulders, a bit tired from the flight. “So are you just gonna wait for Eddie now?”

Steve hit his fist against the trunk. “Dustin.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Dustin, Eddie is dead. He froze and now he’s dead.”

“Wait! You think Eddie’s dead?!”, Dustin squawked.

“I know he is”, Steve said. “I barely survived in that snow. There’s no hope.” He sat down on the branch.”

“Steve, Eddie is-”, Dustin’s beak snapped shut when he saw Eddie himself, lurking in the branches above.

Eddie put a finger to his lips, a look of pure mischief on his face. Dustin cleared his throat.

“So, uh, if Eddie was here, what would you say to him?”

Steve gave Dustin a soft glare before it melted away. “I would tell him that I love him. And that I’m sorry my foolishness got him killed. And, instead of letting him leave and promising to meet again tomorrow, that he should stay. I could’ve met his uncle then. He could’ve met my mom. We probably would have spent the whole night just talking and those damn toads couldn’t have taken me.”

“Hey what about that damned beetle and damned rat?”, Eddie asked from above.

Steve’s head shot up and he got to his feet, feeling for a moment like he was floating. “Eddie...”, he breathed out. “You’re alive!”

Eddie flew down and put his arms around Steve lifting him up and spinning on the branch. “Alive and kickin’ and ready for love.”

Steve’s arms went around his shoulders and held him tight, not able to get close enough, even as their foreheads pressed against each other.

“Don’t ever leave me again”, he pleaded.

“Oh Stevie, I’m not letting you out of my sight ever.” One of Eddie’s hands stroked his hair and everything felt right in the world again. Steve watched as Eddie’s eyes flicked to his lips.

“Steve, can I-”

“Please.” Steve barely got the word out before Eddie was kissing him. 

A warmth spread from every point they touched and filled him until he felt an even stronger sensation of his back. When he pulled away, Steve looked behind himself to find fairy wings, bright and shimmering to match Eddie’s.

Later on, Steve would enjoy a wedding leagues better than the first. Instead of a cold dark cave, it would be in his own backyard. Instead of anonymous faces, he would be joined by his mother, Dustin his steadfast friend, and Eddie’s lovely uncle. The outfit he wore would be made with him in mind, fashioned by his mother’s experienced hand.

And instead of trudging down a walkway, he would happily float with his new husband, waving to all the well-wishers as they approached a carriage prepared for them. It was being drive by a very beautiful butterfly, but they bypassed it to ride Honey instead, ever faithful.

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist as they took off. They had a list of destinations in mind for their honeymoon tour. But deep in his soul, Steve knew it didn’t matter exactly where they went. They could do anything and go anywhere, so long as they followed their hearts.

END

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Rules as Written

Author: Aicosu

Rating/Warning: Mature, ptsd, referenced ED

Chapter Count: 2/6

Description: Eddie's Dungeons and Dragons theory to resurrect Chrissy Cunningham from the dead works. She's just... you know, six-inches-tall.

Tags: Alternate Universe- canon divergence, post vecna, Thumbelina au, Eddie lives, Eddie has a crush on Chrissy, awkward flirting, eventual romance, slow-burn, tiny Chrissy, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Eddie POV, multiple chapters, status: WIP

[faeriexqueen]

Okay but going off that I might write a Cinderella or Thumbelina AU eventually, all I can think is that in either one I would have a chance to include an actual fairytale wedding for Kanda and Alma and it’s low-key killing me. ;___; I really am going to have to write one of these next. They just deserve a fairytale happily ever after, damn it. >.<

[stardust948]

Zutara Thumbelina AU rough sketch

[kisari-v]