#Tinkerbell fanfiction

[knoepfl]

A Tinker’s Heart

Characters: Bobble, Reader (You), Clank (briefly), other fairies (mentioned)

Trigger Warnings: none

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Words: 944

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Pixie Hollow was buzzing with excitement. A new fairy had arrived—you. Every fairy had gathered to greet you when you were born from the first laugh of a baby, but your talent had taken some time to reveal itself. Now that you knew you were a Tinker Fairy, you’d finally joined the workshop to meet the other tinker fairies properly.

You hovered nervously near the entrance, your wings fluttering softly. The room was full of gears, half-finished contraptions, and cheerful chaos, with fairies darting around, tinkering and chatting. You felt a little overwhelmed, wondering if you’d fit in with all this energy and noise.

Then, someone flew up to you with a bright smile and sparkling blue eyes hidden behind round glasses. His red hair was messy, his wings shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the windows, and he wore a leafy vest that looked just a little crooked.

“Hiya! You must be the new fairy!” he exclaimed, his Irish accent warm and welcoming. “The name’s Bobble! So glad you’re joinin’ the workshop!”

You smiled shyly, feeling the weight of your nerves lift just a little at his friendly demeanor. “Hi, Bobble. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, miss!” He gave a little bow mid-air, nearly bumping into a floating gear. “Oops! Sorry about that! I get a bit excitable, you see.”

You giggled, and Bobble’s heart skipped a beat at the sound. There was something in your soft, nervous laugh that tugged at him, and he found himself wanting to make you smile again.

“Here, let me show you around!” Bobble said, motioning for you to follow him. “We’ve got all kinds of gadgets and gizmos, and Clank—he’s my best mate—well, he’s around here somewhere…”

As he led you through the workshop, pointing out various contraptions with animated excitement, you couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. He talked a mile a minute, jumping from one project to the next, but somehow you found it endearing rather than overwhelming.

“And this here’s our latest project—an automatic flower picker!” Bobble announced proudly, holding up a small, clunky device. It promptly whirred to life, misfiring a petal straight at his face.

You gasped. “Are you okay?”

Bobble blinked, cross-eyed, as the petal stuck to the tip of his nose. Then he burst out laughing. “Happens every time!”

You couldn’t help but laugh with him, your worries melting away in the sound of his joy.

As the days passed, you found yourself growing more comfortable in the workshop, thanks largely to Bobble’s kindness. He was always there to help you with tricky gears or to cheer you up when something went wrong. He was sweet, funny, and unlike anyone you’d ever met.

And slowly, without realizing it, Bobble began to fall for you.

It wasn’t just the way you laughed at his jokes or the way your wings shimmered when you were focused on a project. It was the way you saw him—not just as a quirky fairy who was always smiling, but as someone with a heart.

He tried to tell himself it was just a little crush, but every time you smiled at him, his heart fluttered like a butterfly’s wings.

One day, you were both working together on a flower-basket delivery system. Bobble was explaining how the mechanism worked when you leaned in just a bit too close, your wings brushing against his.

Bobble froze, his cheeks turning pink. “Um, right! So, the… the gears go here, and the—oh, pixie dust, what was I sayin'?”

You giggled at his flustered state. “I think you were saying the basket gets stuck sometimes?”

“Ah, right! Yes! That’s exactly what I was sayin'!” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck.

For a moment, the two of you just hovered there, the unfinished basket forgotten. The air between you felt warm, filled with unspoken feelings and fluttering wings.

“Bobble?” you asked softly, tilting your head. “Are you okay?”

He cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses nervously. “I—um, well, you see, it’s just that… I, uh…”

You waited patiently, your gaze kind and encouraging.

“Oh, fiddlesticks,” he muttered under his breath. Then, with a burst of courage, he blurted out, “I think you’re the most brilliant fairy I’ve ever met, and I’d really like it if—if we could spend more time together, outside of all this tinkerin'.”

Your eyes widened, and for a moment, Bobble feared he’d said the wrong thing. But then you smiled—a soft, genuine smile that made his heart soar.

“I’d like that too, Bobble,” you said gently.

His face lit up like the first star of the evening. “Really? Oh, that’s wonderful!”

Without thinking, he flew forward and wrapped you in a warm, enthusiastic hug. You laughed, your wings fluttering happily as you hugged him back.

When he finally pulled away, he looked at you with a grin that could’ve lit up the whole workshop. “I, uh… I’ve never done this before, but…”

Before he could overthink it, he leaned in and pressed a quick, feather-light kiss to your cheek. His wings buzzed nervously as he pulled back, his cheeks flushed.

You blinked in surprise, then smiled. “That was sweet.”

Bobble let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Well, I figured… if I didn’t kiss you now, I’d probably just keep trippin’ over me words forever.”

You laughed softly, feeling your heart warm at his adorable awkwardness. “You’re perfect just the way you are, Bobble.”

His grin widened, his heart soaring higher than ever. And in that moment, surrounded by gears and gadgets and a little bit of magic, everything felt exactly right.

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Author’s Note:

Thank you for reading! Bobble’s quirky personality makes him such a fun character to write, and I loved giving him a chance to show his sweet, romantic side. I hope you enjoyed this lighthearted little love story between two Tinker Fairies!

[lotusishere]

I’ve seen a lot of people do an introduction so I’ll give one a gooooo

You guys can call me Atlas or Lotus. My pronouns are they/them. I am autistic, dyslexic and mentally ill (have mercy on me 🧍).

These are my flags 🇨🇺🇨🇴🇵🇷

If you have anymore questions, just ask me. I love making me new friends and talking to people with the same interests at me. I’m a fanfiction writer along with an Indie Writer.

Hyper fixations (some of them)

- Keeper of the Lost Cities

- Percy Jackson

-Miraculous Lady Bug

- Steven Universe (and future)

-Star Vs The Forces Of Evil

-She-Ra (princesses of power)

- Epic the Musical

- My Little Pony

- Musicals (I love a lot of them)

- Shatter me

- Renegades (reading it right now)

- Tinker Belle

- Winx club

-Gravity Falls

- Video games (Little Nightmares, Undertale, Little Miss Fortune, FranBow, Until Dawn, FNAF, Resident Evil, SallyFace, and etc)

- ANIME (MHA, SOUL EATER, FULL METAL BROTHERHOOD AND ETC)

- Drama Shows (Pretty Little Liars / Switched at Birth and etc)

- Minecraft

- DTI (Dress to Impress Roblox)

- COLOR THEORY

Hobbies

- Writing

-Reading

- Playing Roblox

- Coloring

(Ehhhh I’m pretty boring when it comes to hobbies but I’m fun to talk to. I like yapping about my theories and everything)

[disneyfairiesparadise]

Okay guys, there’s this one deleted fanfiction I remember reading back in the day that I REALLY want to find again. I’m fairly certain it was posted after Secret of the Wings came out but before the Pirate Fairy, since I’m fairly certain Zarina wasn’t in it. Here’s some more info via a forum post I did:

I remember most of the exact plot and most of the title. I don't remember the author, but the story was either called "Words of the Heart" or "Words From the Heart" and it's about Lizzie, who is under peer pressure from her friend Mary (who later becomes the mother of Wendy, Michael, and John) and to make her happy, declares that she doesn't believe in fairies. Well, as I'm sure you all know, whenever someone says that, a fairy somewhere dies. And according to the healing talents in Pixie Hollow, the fairy usually affected is one that the particular human has seen, which as we all know, is Tinkerbell! She at the moment is playing a game of fairy tag (I think) with her friends when she feels an unbearable pain in her stomach and her wings glow red.

Periwinkle, who is delivering winter to the mainland and actually witnesses Lizzie saying that, feels the pain and experiences the red light as well, but it quickly fades. She realizes that Tinkerbell must be dying! By now, Tinkerbell is at the hospital, and the healing talents say that the human who saw her must not have been sincere with her words. Sadly, it only prolongs the inevitable: Tinkerbell WILL die. Vidia goes to the mainland to get Lizzie and to convey the seriousness of the situation through charades (and in doing so Mary sees her as well,) and once they understand, they head to Neverland. Meanwhile, Peri has found a spell that will save her sister, but at the cost of her own life. She goes to Tinkerbell, performs the spell, and dies. Tink wakes up and sobs over her sister's body.

By then, the two humans have reached Pixie Hollow, and it is thanks to Mary's belief in her heart that fairies are real, that Peri comes back to life. We also learn that Queen Clarion also had a sister who died due to using that spell as well to save her! The final chapter, (which I think is either nine or ten,) is a diary page from Mary, who has now grown up, affirming her continued belief in fairies. Do any of you know who wrote it, or if they reposted it somewhere else?

[vampcompany]

To please his best friend Lily; Louis hires Lestat to play piano in his coffee shop.

"...To be here, it feels like a sort of destiny - doesn’t it?” From the corner of his eye he could see Lily nodding. Louis instead released a dry chuckle, the same kind he would when a bug-eyed sixteen year old came in solely to present him with a thin resume; no purchase made, coffee or otherwise. Easy misplaced flattery all the same. “Hope you’re better with the piano.” Lestat smiled, accepting a challenge. “I certainly am.”

hiiii i started working on this one weekend very fast, and got too excited to share so it's going to be multiple parts. ❤️

[genevieveskingdom]

Pixie Party 🪩

If I didn't know that Zarina poisoned them with her alchemistic pixie dust, I would think that they're having a hardcore party with disco lights and deep house accompaniment 😂😂🪩

Let's imagine this scenario 🤣 (Take it with humour please 🤭)

Sunflower: "Hey Hyacinth, you wanna dance?"

Hyacinth: "Me?? Hell no!"

Sunflower: "Come on, Cinthirella! It's just a daaaance!"

Hyacinth: "Wha- what did you call me?? Cinthirella? I am not a princess!!"

Sunflower: "Oh, yes you are, dear love! And now don't be such a wuss and join me!"

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Redleaf: humming some melody

After a while...

Redleaf: "I think I am gonna leave."

The voice in his head: "If Sunflower finds out, you'll get busted. She hates when fellas are missing fun."

Redleaf: "Who said I'm gonna miss the fun? The real fun begins tomorrow morning when I'll see Hyacinth having pixie dust hangover and I'll send pictures of him to Pixie Hollow's best junkyard media. The money I'll get from it, that'll be the fun!!"

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Milori: dancing with Clarion "Wow, Clarion, your dress lights up!"

Clarion: "You know why?"

Milori: "Hmmm, because you're the most beautiful fairy and the most accomplished dancer out there?"

Clarion: laughs "Oh no! It's because I started running a secret factory on firefly light. You catch some fireflies, suck the light out of them and voilà you've got the fluorescent light for your dress!"

Milori: ... "I thought you were peaceful."

Clarion: winks "There are so many things you don't know about me, frostbite!"

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Fairy Mary: "...MY PARTY, YOUR PARTY, EVERYBODY JOIN THE PARTY!!!!!!!"

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The next morning...

Sunflower: walks clumsily "Oh, Cinthy, you know how sweet you actually are? I have never told ya, but I pretty like you, eh."

Hyacinth: "But me, I have no reason to like you. Not after yesterday. If I accidentally didn't switch the glasses I would end up like you - completely smashed. Was it your plan all along? To let others make fun of me?!--"

Sunflower: "Wha-? Of course not, or maybe yeah? I don't remember.- Oh look, there are some flying mushrooms... I'm gonna catch them!"

Redleaf: hidden in the bush "Holy autumn! This won't do. Sunflower is on the front page every Friday, I needed the uptight Hyacinth to bring me some action! Now I missed the bucks and my dream to fly to the Mainland, buy a mansion on Costa Rica and leave this preindustrial village full of sentimental bugs for good!!!"

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Okay, they're hilariously out of character! 🙈 Sunflower the party animal, Milori the dumb boyfriend, Clarion the secret villain and Redleaf the antihero, I have no idea how it happened. 😅😂🙈

[dewdewick]

Shadows in the dust | Chapter 1

Pairing/s: Finnick Odair x fem reader

Summary: At the age of 18 you thought you’d soon be free of the hunger games, unfortunately fate has a different plan. You are picked as a tribute for district 2 and thrust into capitol life.

Warning/s: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Trust issues, Death, Torture, Mental illnesses, manipulation tactics, Weapons, Swearing, Canon typical violence, Mentions of psychological distress, Use of Y/N, Fem reader, descriptions of clothing reader wears, explicit descriptions of weapon use, mentions of Avoxes, bad descriptions of capitol technology

A/N: Sorry this is late! I have Covid at the moment so I’m bedridden for the time being. Thank you SO SO much to my Beta Beans / @mjbeans they were such a huge help in writing this. I’ll probably post a few more art pieces soon of readers outfits I’ve described, let me know what you think of those. If you have any comments I’d love to see them!! Also let me know if I should start a tag list when I start the masterlist!

Word count: 5.6k

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A sharp knocking awoke her with a start. She sat up in bed and looked around groggily in the dark before she heard a shrill voice at the door. “ Darling you must be up at breakfast! We have a schedule to keep!” Furisha lamented through the door. She flopped back in bed and stared at the ceiling; the capitol had spared no expense on the room, ornate gold trim lined the crown molding. Fleur de lis lining the corners and retreating out with a flourish. The room was dark, the clock next to her bed reading 5:30am.

She studied the detail on the ceiling for a moment before hauling herself out of the duvet's warm embrace and grabbing the remote she had set aside the night prior. She dismissed the sounds she had playing and switched the window back to its normal display. Turning on the lights she looked at the rumpled duvet. The book she had fallen asleep with was still open, flipped to a random page and abandoned on the covers of the large bed. She picked it up and closed it gently, running her fingers over the fabric cover in memory. She set the book on the nightstand and crossed the room to quickly ready herself. She dressed in a simple loose blue henley and black pants, the upcoming tribute parade would surely rid her of the comfortable outfit after breakfast. Brushing her hair and teeth quickly she looked in the mirror, deciding she didn’t really care what she looked like for breakfast.

She made her way out of the automatic door and meandered down the hallway to the dining room. Finch perked up as he saw her, still clad in his pajamas. Apparently he had come to the same conclusion about attire. “Mornin’ sunshine” he teased as she offered a small smile. “Good morning” she yawned, sitting down at the large dining table and pulling her legs up to her chest. She took the steaming mug of hot chocolate already prepared for her, sipping on it and humming with delight. Furisha grinned “you two are adorable! I can already see the headlines!” she all but cheered. Y/N frowned into her mug, ah yes the headlines about one or both of them dying despite being such good friends…how wonderful. What a fine way to start the morning, thinking of death and grief. She suppressed a roll of her eyes as she took a meat and cheese pastry and set it on her plate along with some fruit.

“Are you two ready for today? All eyes will be on you.” Enobaria asked, sipping her coffee. Finch leaned forward, setting his mug down. He looked tired, he had definitely been thinking of the morning to come. “Hebe told me that we’ll be coming out second, and that we have to make a good impression as a team since so many others are coming out after us.” he said looking over at Y/N. “Our first impression needs to be the best one we make. Any ideas for how we can do that?” he asked, plucking a grape off her plate and popping it into his mouth. She couldn't help but let a small smile come to her face, this guy was a total dork.

“I'm sure Aerith will.” she shivered at the name of the old woman. “But knowing the capitol it has the be something big and eye catching.” She added. His stylist “Hebe” sounded much more laid back from what he had told her and she had seen at dinner the night prior. Unfortunately she seemed to be destined for a rather cutthroat approach rather than “nice”. Finch nodded, stealing another grape and looking at their mentors. “Any advice for us?” He asked, “I want to get noticed as soon as I can. I’m not going for subtle.” Brutus crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair and looked at his fellow mentor, “It depends on how far you're willing to go” he spoke cryptically. Y/N couldn’t help but feel her stomach sink at the words.

The two tributes discussed the parade with their mentors throughout breakfast, coming up with a few different strategies for stardom. The safety of childhood seemed to be all gone, the only things left being survival and with that fame. Soon enough breakfast was cut short, and they were being dressed for the event in the underbelly of the long strip or road where they would soon appear.

Aerith tugged different fabrics over Y/Ns body, settling and pinning them in place. She wore an asymmetrical dress with a red gradient down the tulle ruffled bodice. Small gems where added and glinted in the light. Aerith pulled a shimmering organza fabric over her head as a hood, letting the tendrils trail behind her in a silken cape. The hood was pinned into her hair as it was picked at by some very bored looking hairstylists. She was attacked by a group of makeup artists at the same time. Glitter, eyeliner and red lipstick smeared onto her face to perfection,her skin felt heavy with all of the products placed onto it. Heeled boots were fitted to her feet assuring she stood tall and proud and she was returned to Aerith, inspected by the old woman and given unwanted remarks about her stance, posture and body.

Aerith smiled at her work as she forced her human canvas into an uncomfortable position, looking Y/N over and once again tugging on bits of fabric. “You look devine my dear” she complemented “If you somehow manage to survive I plan to make you my muse.” She said with another unsettling smile. Y/N managed a small smile and a soft yet uncomfortable thanks to her stylist before the old woman led her to the carriages. “Stay here until you're told to mount up, I'll come meet you.” Aertith instructed, turning to go god knows where. The small woman meandered off through the crowd, leaving her young ward alone.

Y/N stood awkwardly next to the chariot, the sickly sweet aroma of the white roses decorating it floating through the air. The scent reminded her of Furisha, too much all at once. She took a moment to admire her surroundings, the other tributes were just as ornately dressed as she was. They stood tall and stiff, she wondered if they felt as nervous as she did. She noted the girl from district 1 appearing almost 6’ feet tall, she was being nitpicked by Cashmere at that moment. The boy by her side was easily the size of Finch, broad and tall with blue eyes and golden hair. The boy caught her eye and winked, she quickly averted her eyes, the interaction making her queasy. She turned her attention to her own chariot once more, looking to the gigantic black horse next to her. The horse chomped at its bit, making small snuffling noises as it waited just like her. She spotted a small table, a bowl of sugar cubes sat atop it. Everything has to be perfect in the capitol, down to the details of a table that would be left untouched. Looking around to make sure Aerith wasn't around to catch her she made a dash for the bowl.

She snatched it and hurried back to her post, smiling as she took a cube in her perfectly manicured red fingernails. She sat the cube in her palm, gingerly offering it to the horse by her side. The horse ate the cube greedily, looking to her to ask for more. She giggled to herself at the actions of the animal, taking another and giving it to him before offering one to his partner as well. Both horses ate the sugar cubes happily as she pet their muzzles, necks and ears.

She was reminded of the horses she had gotten to know in her village, she missed the whinnies on the street and the tricks a few of them knew for treats. She missed the hustle of the town square, the twinkling lights from the shops and the smells from the restaurants and bakeries. Her village was populated mostly by horse drawn carriages, cars being a luxury only reserved for the capitol and few in district 1. The horse in front of her nudged her shoulder and she broke from her sorrowful trance, petting his soft fur with the offer of yet another sugar cube.

“You seem good with them” A male voice spoke, snapping her from her thoughts and causing a shiver to run down her spine. Her ears perked up in curiosity and with a raise of her brows she peered around the animal to see who addressed her.

A young man stood there, a few sugar cubes of his own in his hand. He offered a small grin, dimples peeking out and highlighting his sea-green eyes and handsome face. She recognized him a bit, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly where they had met. “I like horses.” she said softly in response to his compliment, feeling a bit shy at the smile of the gorgeous man in front of her. “I do too, but unfortunately you'll only be seeing them at this event.” He said with a wink, he fed her horse a cube, petting its nose. obviously he knew she was a tribute. Was he one too? If so, why did he look so familiar? She had seen those wind blown bronze waves before somewhere but she couldn’t pinpoint when or how.

“That's too bad, I was hoping to get one as a gift from sponsors or Caesar Flickerman.” she said, laughing a bit at her own dumb joke. He laughed too, placing one toned arm on his hip, his green dress shirt bunching up at his elbow. “ you know I-” he started before being cut off. A male voice came over the speakers “Tributes mount up, First chariot in 2 minutes. I repeat, Tributes mount up, First chariot in 2.” the man spoke over the intercom. She frowned and pet the horse's muzzle once more, giving him a small kiss on his nose. “Very sweet honey, unfortunately this is where we part ways. I would’ve liked to know more about you.” the boy commented, giving her another award winning smile and offering his hand. She took it and noticed the rough callus of his palms and smooth soft texture of the back of his hand. He led her to the back of the chariot, kissing the top of her wrist softly before slipping from her grasp.

“Until next time sugar.” he said with a flirtatious wink, jogging back to another chariot not in her view. She stood dumbfounded in the spot he left her, she wondered if she would meet him in the arena, Maybe they could be allies. She was quickly thrust back into reality by Aerith poking her with a pin. She gasped at the sudden pain, looking down at the old woman displeased. Finch jogged up with who Y/N assumed to be his stylist Hebe following just behind. She was a small plump woman with strawberry blonde hair and a warm smile.”Aerith leave the poor girl be.” She repremanded. If only Hebe could've been her stylist, she seemed sweet.

Hebe murmured something to Finch and he waved her off, claiming that he already knew the “plan”. Y/N was forced to shrug the interaction off as she looked down at Aerith, the old woman was once again straightening any loose fabric or flyaway hairs to keep herself busy. Finch quickly hopped up onto the chariot, offering a hand to help Y/N up, she gratefully took it. The heels she was in weren't exactly comfortable or chariot friendly. He continued to hold her hand as they waited, his thumb rubbing gently over her knuckles by habit. She noticed his bare arms, the vest he wore matched her dress perfectly, the gradient on his chest melting into the sandy color of his pants. He sported a lightweight scarf similar to her own, the fabric falling behind him in a cape. Aerith and Hebe instructed them to offer big smiles and do their best to seem approachable but prideful. Sponsors wanted any hint of a celebrity attitude more than anything and would pay to see it demonstrated.

After a beat the chariot in front of them moved and theirs followed suit, her grip tightened on both the railing and Finch. she held his arm steadying herself in his grasp. The couple in front of them was thrust into the sunlight, glitter from their outfits and Hair sparkling in the morning sunlight and causing the crowd to scream in delight. Y/N nervously chewed her lip, this was so much pressure to bear. Their coach came out next, the lightweight fabric of their makeshift capes fluttering behind them in the breeze. They both smiled and waved, observing the capitol citizens. The patrons screamed and some even pretended to faint at the sight of them, the dramatics made Y/N laugh to herself. Maybe Furisha was strange to them but compared to these people she could be considered relatively tame. Finch turned to her quickly and spoke in a low voice, “Do you trust me enough to let me pull a stunt?” he suddenly asked.

She froze and thought for a second, did she? What if he made a fool of her to make his chances better? What if he did something that made her look vulnerable or lost her sponsors? She eyed him warily and observed his desperate gaze. “Trust me please?” he whispered in her ear. Finally going against her better judgment she gave in and nodded to him. “Don't embarrass or kill me please” She said as she waited for him to make a move.

He bent down and scooped her up in the air as he had the night before next to the bookshelf. She yelped in surprise and held his shoulder for dear life, her fingernails surely digging into his skin a bit at the unexpected surprise. Her eyes were wide as she perched on his shoulder, trying her best to smile and just focus on anything but falling. The crowd went ballistic, chanting their names and pushing against barricades. These people really were animals of the most dreadful variety.

Finch held an iron grip on her thighs and the chariot's rail as she waved for both of them. Flower bouquets and jewels were thrown to the couple, anything to get a glance from the now extremely popular tributes. It was ridiculous how one small move or show of strength and poise could change the tides in this way. Y/N looked at the banners on the sides of the track, they showed her smiling face and Finch with his now signature grin. She dared to look down at her partner, giving him a wide grin. “Your trick is genius!” she exclaimed over the roar of the crowd. He gave her a toothy grin in response, boysish charm radiating off of him. Turning into a semi-circle, the chariots stopped to view president Snow's annual opening speech. Finch gently reached up and took her waist, settling her down back to the chariot floor, his hand on her lower back afterwards to steady her. She smiled up at him, happy for his quick thinking and little “stunt.”

She could only try her best to take deep breaths and calm her racing heart during the speech, the excitement was a lot to handle in a short amount of time. The ride across the path had only been about 5 minutes but she felt as if she’d run 5 miles due to the adrenaline rush. She didn't really listen to the speech, it was usually the same each year anyway. Instead she looked up at Finch, studying his freckles like constellations. He looked down and offered her a silly smile and she felt happy she had accepted his offer of friendship. He was turning out to be the solace she had been praying for.

The chariots moved back down the tack after the short address to the tributes and she briefly caught the eye of Snow. His gaze made her shiver, she never wanted to be the subject of it again. Something about the president made her uncomfortable, his stare unfeeling. The horses pulled them down the path and she was back where she started not even 20 minutes before. Finch hopped off and took her waist once more, lifting her off the platform of the coach and setting her on the ground. She looked back, whispering her goodbyes to the horses and looking around for the bronze haired stranger who had captured her interest. He could be seen briefly, patting the back of the smaller district 4 boy. So he was a mentor? She watched him smile at the younger boy and couldn't help but melt a bit at how kind his smile looked. “Finnick Odair” Aerith said with a knowing smile as she followed the young woman's gaze.

A light blush dusted her cheeks when she realized she had been caught, and by Aerith no less. She cleared her throat and looked down at her companion. “He seems…nice.” she said innocently and Aerith only smiled wider “he’s a flirtatious man whore but if you like that sort of man more power to you.” She stated coldly before turning her heel and leading the group out of the area. All at once Y/N was again surrounded and ushered away from the concrete tunnel in a hurry. She stole one final glance at the handsome mentor she now knew as “Finnick”, He caught her eye with one last smile and wink before she disappeared down the tunnel.

She and Finch were taken back to their quarters, Photographs were taken and they were once again stripped, washed and dressed in tight jumpsuits. Somehow it wasn't even 11 in the morning but Y/N was exhausted. Furisha excitedly sat them down for an early lunch to discuss what the rest of their day entailed. She gushed over their appearance in the parade not even an hour earlier, squealing over how Caesar Flickerman had called them “favorites this year.”

It was nice to know they had done a good job and already had a stellar reputation but Enobaria soon cut into the squawking rant. “You have to keep in mind that a good reputation this early can also be dangerous. Districts like 1 and 4 will most likely try to pit you two against each other or even ask you to kill the other as a show of loyalty later in the games.” she warned, resting her elbows on the table and leaning forward to continue. “ If you want to continue this alliance you need to be prepared to get backlash from the other tributes.” she continued. Brutus interrupted, sharing the same sentiment “You need to be ready and willing to kill for your partner. You two can decide later if you want to stay together but in the beginning it can be crutial to have your district partner as an ally.” He said with a pointed glance at the two teens who were just trying to eat their lunch.

Y/N spared her mentors an upset glance, she didn’t want to kill anyone however She knew the sentiment would be dismissed the moment it left her lips. Finch just nodded along, unlike her he was a trained killer. His family was well off and sent him to the academy when he turned 10, two years before he was even eligible for the games. “I know neither of you want to kill, you never do before the games.” Enobaria said, especially talking to Y/N “but once it comes down to it, you have to know how. That’s what this afternoon is about, you’ll train on how to survive.” She explained. Y/N took a bite of the sandwich in front of her, the taste distracting her from the stress momentarily.

“Like how to use knives and stuff?” Y/N asked with her mouth full, her words muffled as she ate. Furisha frowned “Young lady-“ she started in a disappointed tone before Brutus interrupted her by barking out a laugh. “Yes, knives and stuff” He laughed. Y/N slid down in her seat munching on her sandwich, a bit embarrassed at her wording.

Lunch was finished quickly, the tributes eager to both experience the training and to scope out the competition. They arrived early to the scheduled training at the insistence of Furisha, something about impressions. Y/N looked around the large gymnasium, there were weapons everywhere she looked. A small patch of artificial forest sat to the side next to a large screen covered in symbols of bugs. She could only assume they were for wilderness training.

Finch took her hand, setting his sights on the station where spears sat on a rack. “Brutus told me you need to learn how to fight, plants and bugs can wait.” He said as he dragged her over to a platform with a soft mat covering it. He took a spear from the rack and handed it to her, pointing to a plastic dummy. “Kill it” he said in a commanding voice. He had to be kidding? She had no idea how to kill anything bigger than a spider!

Her eyes widened as she looked at him “how do I do that?” She asked with a look of confusion and a grain of fear. His shoulders fell a bit and he stepped closer, remembering she had not trained for this at all. He stepped behind her, gently taking her hands and spacing them out on the spear. He squared her shoulders and told her to keep her feet apart for balance. “Just stab and rip” He said, stepping to the side and holding his own spear. He showed her how to thrust it in the air and mimed the way one would rip it upwards out of a body. They practiced the same movements over and over. He fixed her footing a few more times and taught her to at least mildly defend herself against the air where they stood. She desperately needed some training from a real teacher but he would have to do for now.

She mimicked his movements, becoming a bit more confident with each step, she wondered what it would be like to actually fight with a weapon like a spear. After a few more moments he spoke again, “Focus on learning combat and finding strong allies today ok?” He instructed as he picked up an ax, holding it over his broad shoulder. “Will you be ok alone? I want to do some practice by myself.” He asked “If you need help there'll be teachers here too." He quickly added. She was about to reply when the Steel door opened, freezing as more tributes filed in slowly. The two stood silently watching the others as they broke off to their own activities.

The boy from district 1 crossed his arms and watched them, studying their movements.and forms. Finch frowned, he knew the boy wanted to intimidate them and he was not amused. He looked at Y/N with pity, thinking how terrified she must be. She felt uncomfortable with the look both boys gave her, wanting to squirm out of the spotlight. She didn’t want pity, she just wanted to be counted on. She decided if she was underestimated she may as well play that card for all it was worth. Hopping off the platform she approached the boy from 1. She gave him a fake smile, if she wasn't good at fighting yet the least she could do would be to endear herself to as many people as possible.

“Hi, I’m Y/N” she said cheerfully, sticking her hand out to shake. The boy looked taken aback, looking at her outstretched limb as if it was poisoned. “I’m…..Ammo.” He introduced himself. She pretended to perk up, her hand falling to her side “Like Ammo from a gun? That’s so cool” she said, really playing up the sweetness in her voice.

“Yeah exactly like that” He said, letting his guard down a bit but still wary of her. “You're the girl who pulled that stunt at the parade this morning, right?” He then asked and she nodded “It wasn’t really my idea, I’m not super clever.” She smiled, the lie rolling off her tongue like honey. “but I’m excited to meet everyone, I know we’ll be in the games and all that in a week or so but it’ll be cool to meet new people.” She added with a bubbly laugh.

The boy seemed to let his guard down even more “I doubt you'll have a hard time making friends.” he noted and she faked another giggle, subtly touching his bicep. She was a good looking girl, easy on the eyes and that certainly helped her with this shallow boy. “Do you want to train with me for a bit?” she asked “I bet you totally know what you’re doing on the field.” She smiled, a sugar sweet coating on her words, “ oh! i'd love to meet your district partner too, she's so pretty.” she added, giving a small wiggle in false excitement. Ammo thought for a moment before agreeing, motioning his partner over to them. “Dutchess! Come meet Y/N.” he said, grinning as the tall girl walked over, her blonde hair swinging in a ponytail behind her.

The almost amazonian girl stood in front of them, a questioning look on her face to Ammo, “girl from 2 right?” she asked with a skeptical look. Y/N gave a big smile “thats me, and I just have to say I loved your outfit earlier at the parade. You looked gorgeous, and your hair was so pretty!” she lied through her teeth. Truthfully she had only spared the tall girl half a glance during the parade, her main focus being that “Finnick Odair” who flirted with her a moment after.

The girl spared a small smile, “thanks, it didn't get too noticed since you and your little boyfriend pulled that move though.” she snarked. Y/N frowned, this girl was going to be much harder to crack than her partner. A pretty face and the damsel in distress act wouldn’t cut it…or would it? “I’m sorry, I know it was a lot.” she apologized fraudulently, doing her best to change her body language to one of sadness. “I figured I could show my family I was happy before I died, you know? I mean there's no way I'm winning this.” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. That wasn't exactly a 100% lie, she wasn't the biggest or smartest but she hoped she could at least blend in or hide until she could die by her own will or stab someone in the back.

The girl seemed a bit taken aback by the admission but retained her stoic demeanor. “Too bad for you.” She deadpanned, crossing her arms. “Just know I’m keeping an eye on you and your little boyfriend” she sneered, narrowing her eyes. Ammo frowned at his partner, “c’mon Dutch, be nice.” He said, motioning to Y/N. The blonde rolled her eyes, turning on her heel and sauntering away to a different station. Y/N cringed internally at the uncomfortable interaction, motioning for Finch to come join them. “Well let me at least introduce you to my District partner.” She said, trying to salvage the possible alliance.

Finch looked a bit shocked at how quickly she had stolen the attention of the career boy. He hopped down from the platform, walking over and unconsciously letting his hand rest on her lower back in a protective manner. “How in the hell did you pull that off already?” he asked in a low voice, a warm smile on his face. The smile grew on her face as she looked up at him winked, looking back at the blonde in front of them. “This is the tribute from district 1, Ammo.” She introduced with a kind tone, turning to her partner. “And this is Finch Glenn, the strongest boy in district 2.” She said, doing her best to make Finch seen as desirable an ally as possible.

Finch shook his hand “If Y/N likes you, I do too” he said “she’s a smart girl and her instincts are killer. She’s definitely the brains behind the both of us.” he complemented, a small country boy accent slipping out involuntarily. A light blush dusted her cheeks, why did his words give her subtle butterflies? And why did she like that accent so much? Was it because he reminded her of home? She shook off the thoughts quickly Better to ignore the feeling, she needed to concentrate.

An instructor clapped her hands loudly “Tributes!” she shouted in an authoritative tone “Gather up!” she motioned to the area around her. Y/N's eyes coincidentally met the eyes of Dutchess, the two making their way quickly to the center of the room where the woman stood. The two boys followed them, giving eachother a slight uncomfortable look.

Once everyone had gathered the instructor spoke again, “This week and a half will be the busiest of your life. You will learn how to fight yes but more importantly you will learn to survive, 20% of you will die by dehydration, starvation or exposure. You will learn to find food,water and make fire.” She warned “Fighting amongst yourselves is strictly forbidden, you'll have plenty of time for bloodlust in the arena.” she smiled, taking a sick pleasure in the thought.

The hours following were grueling: cardio, stamina, and weight training were the hardest. Fire, food and water were surprisingly the easiest. She internally praised her grade school teacher and her mother for forcing her to read books on wildlife and the water cycle. She remembered water was usually on low ground, that she could find water where the greenest of plants lie.

By the end of the long day she had gotten the trust of a few tributes from districts 1,4 and the young girl from 8. The 13 year old discussed fabrics and dresses as long as she could, slightly bragging that she could make a full dress in only an afternoon. Y/N liked the little girl from 8, it saddened her that the bright light of the child would soon be only smoke, snuffed out not only by the games but the citizens who quickly forgot all about her..Children who were murdered in the games were often treated like toys that children receive for special occasions, played with for a short time and then forgotten in the rain or buried beneath the bodies of other playthings.

Y/N vowed to not be like one of those playthings, she wanted to at least be remembered if she was to die. She needed to make a splash or ignite a fire if she could, anything to mean something to the world.

Her muscles screamed as she Changed for dinner that night, the hours of hard work exhausting her physically and mentally. She was never sure if it was Furisha, Aerith or an Avox that laid out her clothes. For all she knew it was some robot that lived in the walls. without fail every time she came into her room the bed was made and the next outfit was laid out. This particular evening it was a simple sky blue dress with puff sleeves, ruffles and flowers embroidered on the bottom of the skirt. She was beginning to see the pattern in the way she was dressed. Always big sleeves, lots of colors and tulle.

She stripped out of the tight training suit, letting it fall to her ankles as she stretched. The fabric was comfortable but the tight fitting nature made her feel cramped and stifled. She picked up the dress, the fibers feeling silky and smooth. Untangling her feet she stepped into the garment, letting it fall to her knees and zipping it in the back.

A ribbon hair bow was also provided, she was unsure of clipping it in her hair. Furisha knocked quickly and rapidly on the door “Dinner awaits darling!” she said in her usual singsong tone.

God she couldn’t wait for the day to be over.

She sat next to Finch in the dining room once again, being served a creamy red soup filled with beans, rice, and some sort of meat. As usual it was delicious, her hunger making her devour the bowl in a matter of minutes. Finch was the same, eating two bowls before they were served the next course.

Their entree looked like a large but simple bread roll, her eyebrows rose in confusion. Maybe it was meant to go with their soup but was forgotten? Of course not, She looked up to see Enobaria cutting into the roll with a knife and fork. Finch simply took a bite of the roll, a satisfying crunch leaving the crust. She did the same, a savory pork and vegetable mix flooding her senses. She all but melted at the flavor, trying to fit more in her mouth.

Finch grinned at her efforts “Slow down, the food isn’t gonna run from you.” He laughed. She deadpanned, “might in the arena though” she replied, taking another bite. “I wanna eat while my food is caught for me” she mumbled with a mouthful. He only smiled, leaning over and nudging her playfully as they both ate.

[incorrectneverland]

Tink: -several acorns just to- ...you can put your hat on.

James: *puts hat on * Thank you miss bell.

Tink: Why do you do that?

James: It's what's polite, a gentleman must remove his hat while talking to lady-

Tink: yeah you mentioned but why do you care?

James: Gives me something to do, I find limiting myself makes scenarios more interesting.

Tink: You're lying again.

James: *smiles * You say that about everything I tell you.

Tink: Well ... you're a known liar.

James: Doesn't mean I'm incapable of being honest.

Tink: So when are you being honest?

James: It's more fun if you don't know, I will tell you you know me better than most ...then that might also be a lie. Suppose it takes one to know one hm?

Tink: I'm not a liar.

James: You went after a magic mirror to avoid telling the truth about a broken important artifact, and nobody knows but me and your little friend back home. I'm willing to bet you only told me because nobody would believe me.

[tinkersclankandbobble]

A one shot story to go with my long series.

Summary:

Set between Blurry and The Other Half

Phineas Kettle tree has a deal with Queen Clarion. He is to wait for a new Tinker who is meant to be his friend. Discouraged and lonely, Phineas begins to wonder if this friend will ever come.

[bamboozledbird]

I just read your Ignite serie on ao3 and I wanted to let you know that I found it so good! I was totally immersed in it. You write really beautiful!!

thank you so much for taking time out of your day to send me such a sweet message. i’m so glad you’re enjoying it. i’m certainly having fun writing it, and the ~drama is just beginning.

[pandomawards]

The Pandom Awards

Hi, I'm Charley (any pronouns), @thecringefailintherye to some of you and @autisticslightlyposting to most of you!

A while back, in our discord server, I held a google form where our members could nominate certain characters from Peter Pan fanfics, aus, and retellings for certain Award categories. Then, we voted on the nominees, and the top two from each category in that round, and here we are, round 3 in tumblr polls.

If you didn't vote in the server and aren't a server member and want to be dm me and I'll give you the name of our mod. If not, and you're confused on who these characters are, dm or send me an ask and I'll explain (we use fanon nicknames)

Polls will be released Mondays and Tuesdays, and results on Sundays and Mondays (alongside the first poll of the week).

If you're having a problem with a vote, please DM me and I'll try and fix the issue.

Feel free to submit propaganda for your faves via asks after a round has begun.

Good luck to all Peters, Wendies, Hook, Pirates, OCs, Fairies, Lost Boys and all others in the running and their owners.

So begins the first Pandom Awards, lets go!

[sailorplanet1997]

can somebody help me with the story?

i'm stuck with the current chapter because i can't come up with dangerous animals or creatures for fairies do you have any on your mind? if yes, do share it with me so i can work on my current chapter i want to write a chapter things get ruined in pixie hollow or atleast to certain areas (it will be just like in the first movie Tinkerbell ruined spring by accident with the sprinting thistles and in the fifth movie Zarina created new dust it got out of hand at the dust depot)

and an another thing i like to share on my current chapter is: fairies blames the wrong fairy who's an antagonist but an another antagonist is the reason for the disasters (it's like antagonist vs antagonist, meaning they are against each other) i've always wanted to create stories on certain series like the Tinkerbell ones do you have an alternative tittle for this story? because the only tittle i could think of is "the pixie hollow adventure" but i don't think it match with the story

[knoepfl]

~~~ Masterlist ~~~

Hey there! I decided I want to do a Masterlist since I have quite a lot of work already published and wanted a place where it's organised and everyone can see clearly if there is something they'd like to read^^ I'll try to keep it updated as much as possible but I'm sure I'll fall behind at some point. Anyways. At the beginning you can see a alphabetical order of the characters I already wrote. So if you look for a specific character be sure to look into it to see if it's there. If you notice there isn't one you like you can always sent a request or ask a question^^ I'd be happy to fulfil and answer all of them if I can. Anyways I hope you like my work!

Last Updated: 18.12 24

Character List (Alphabetical)

✧ Arthur Fleck (Joker)

✧ Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3)

✧ Benedict Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

✧ Cedric the Sorcerer (Sofia the First)

✧ Clawd Wolf (Monster High)

✧ Clawdeen Wolf (Monster High)

✧ Clopin Trouillefou (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

✧ Drayton Sawyer (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

✧ Dottore (Genshin Impact)

✧ Edward Nygma (Arkham Games/Gotham Series)

✧ Enjiro Kirishima (My Hero Academia)

✧ Felix Fickelgruber (Wonka)

✧ Fred Weasley (Harry Potter)

✧ Gaston (Beauty and the Beast)

✧ James Hook (Peter Pan)

✧ Heath Ledger's Joker (Batman: The Dark Knight)

✧ Homelander (The Boys)

✧ Jerome Valeska (Gotham Series)

✧ Jeremiah Valeska (Gotham Series)

✧ Jervis Tetch (Batman: The Animated Series, Gotham Series, Arkham Games)

✧ Jonathan Crane (Batman: The Animated Series)

✧ Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

✧ L Lawliet (Death Note)

✧ Legoshi (Beastars)

✧ Ling (Mulan)

✧ Michael Myers (Halloween)

✧ Melon (Beastars)

✧ Michael Groff (Sex Education)

✧ Monoma Neito (My Hero Academia)

✧ Mylo (Arcane)

✧ Nubbins Sawyer (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

✧ Pennywise (IT)

✧ Rick (Rick and Morty)

✧ Salo (Arcane)

✧ Shaggy (Scooby-Doo)

✧ Silco (Arcane)

✧ Stu Macher (Scream)

✧ Tim LaFlour (Senseless)

✧ Tomura Shigaraki (My Hero Academia)

✧ Viktor (Arcane)

✧ Wiggins (Pocahontas)

//Anime//

✿ My Hero Academia (MHA)

✧ Shouta Aizawa

Frayed Threats of Control

Secrets in the Shadow

✧ Monoma Neito

Hidden Rivalry, Hidden Love

His to Keep

✧ Tomura Shigaraki

In the Shadows

Fractured Boundaries

Fractured Obsession

✧ Enjiro Kirishima

Breaking the Unbreakable (Request)

✿ Naruto

✧ Madara Uchiha

Between War and Desire

✿ Death Note

✧ L Lawliet

Sweets Aren't Enough

The Glass Canon (Request)

✿ Beastars

✧ Legoshi

Shadows on Stage

Shadows and Stars (Request)

✧ Melon

Shadows that Linger

//DC Comics//

✧ Joker (Arthur Fleck)

A Warm Embrace

Beyond the Mask

A Night of Firsts

Bang Bang

A Cozy Christmas

A Fleeting Fantasy

Part 1

Part 2

A Christmas Dance with Arthur

✧ Heath Ledger's Joker

Unraveled Dreams, Twisted Love

✧ Gotham Series

✧ Jerome Valeska

Laugh Until It Hurts

✧ Jeremiah Valeska

Pain and Pleasure

✧ Jervis Tetch

Down the Rabbit Hole

Madness in Mourning

Trapped in Wonderland

Mad as Love

✧ Edward Nygma

The Riddle of Us

✧ Batman: The Animated Series

✧ Jervis Tetch

Tea for Two ||

✧ Jonathan Crane

Shadows of Fear

✧ Arkham Games

✧ Jervis Tetch

Through the Looking Glass

Down the Rabbit Hole

Tea Time Consolation

✧ Edward Nygma

Mind Games

The Riddler's Reward

//Horror Movies//

✧ Scream 1

✧ Stu Macher

A Killer Night

Scary Movies and Stu

A Halloween to Die For

The Games End

✧ IT

✧ Pennywise

The Fascination of a Freak

No One Can Take What's Mine

✧ Terrifier

✧ Art the Clown

A Halloween of Horrors

✧ Halloween

✧ Michael Myers

Shadows of Halloween Night

✧ The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

✧ Nubbins Sawyer

A Light in the Dark

Baptism in Blood

Bruises and Bloodstains

He Doesn't Like Sharing

✧ Drayton Sawyer

A Taste of Family

//Movies//

✧ Scooby-Doo

✧ Shaggy

Like, Sick as a Dog

Love & Scooby Snacks: Shaggy’s Anniversary Surprise

✧ The School for Good and Evil

✧ Hort Hook

A Taste of Madness

✧ Wonka

✧ Felix Fickelgruber

The Price of Perfection

In Sickness and in Health

✧ A Beautiful Lie

✧ Skeet

A Beautiful Lie

✧ Monster High

✧ Clawd Wolf

A Howling Good Time

A Wolf in Need

Soft Moments in the Moonlight

Moonlit Devotion (Request)

✧ Clawdeen Wolf

Howl You Doin'? (Request)

✧ Senseless

✧ Tim LaFlour

A Senseless Assumption

✧Harry Potter

✧Fred Weasley

Elegance Meets Mischief

//Disney Movies//

✧ Mulan

✧ Ling

The Quiet One

✧ Pocahontas

✧ Wiggins

A Heart Bruised Beneath The Shovel

✧ Tinkerbell

✧ Bobble

A Tinker's Heart

✧ Peter Pan

✧ James Hook

The Captain's Heart

✧ The Hunchback of Notre Dame

✧ Clopin Trouillefou

The Devil's Jester

✧ Beauty and the Beast

✧ Gaston

The Hunter's Soft Heart

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

//Series//

✧ Arcane

✧ Silco

In the Shadow of Ambition

✧ Mylo

Worth Something

Tender Hands

Whispers in the Dark

Patchwork and Punchlines (Request)

Rooftop Laughter (Request)

Beneath the Bravado (Request)

Headcanon, he as your boyfriend (Request)

✧ Viktor

A Mad Genius

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Electric Desires

A Touch of Chaos

✧ Salo

Bound by Grit: A Dance of Power and Defiance

Bound by Grit: A Dance of Control and Care (Part 2)

✧ Bridgerton

✧ Benedict Bridgerton

Inspiration in Shades

✧ Rick and Morty

✧ Rick

A Human Touch

✧ Sofia the First

✧ Cedric the Sorcerer

The Magic of Trust

✧ Klaus Hargreeves

✧ The Umbrella Academy

Holding Onto You

//Games//

Whispers in the Haze

✧ Sex Education

✧ Michael Groff

Just a Secret

✧ The Boys

✧ Homelander

Maybe Less Than God

✧ Genshin Impact

✧ Dottore

A Beautiful Abomination

Part 2: Bound by Creation

Perfectly Imperfect Love

✧ Baldur's Gate 3

✧ Astarion

In the Pale Moonlight

[bellatrixobsessed1]

The Weight Of A Heart

Summary: Tinkerbell had held Regina's heart. She still holds it even after it is back in Regina's chest.

The weight of a heart isn’t so heavy. 

Not when it is held in the palm of one’s hand, physically and beating.

Each heart has its own weight, Tinkerbell imagines.

Darkened hearts are heavier than fully bright ones.

Blackened hearts are the heaviest of them all. 

Or maybe it is just something that she is imagining... 

Maybe the only reason that the heart feels heavy is because it is beating in her hand. 

Maybe she is imprinting the weight of a decision on something that is not heavy at all.

Regina doesn’t protest. 

She doesn’t beg and she doesn’t cry. 

Not until Tinkerbell mentions her son. 

“You love him don’t you?”

And she is seeing a different woman entirely. A woman who wears an expression that does not befit the dark heart beating in the fairy’s hand. Love. She can see it in Regina’s eyes. She can see it in the tear that slips down her cheek when she says that she finally did something right. 

The queen says a lot of things. And Tinkerbell has grown to distrust every single word. But she can’t bring herself to doubt the sincerity of her words.

She loves her son. 

And Tinkerbell imagines that that is why her heart isn’t entirely black; why it still has a small but vibrant red glow to it.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do.” She says. 

And Tinkerbell can’t help but wonder if she truly wants to live at all. She thinks that Regina does, but not for herself. Not for herself at all. 

For her son.

For the one thing that she got right. 

And what kind of fairy—wingless or not—would she be if she had a hand in an innocent boy meeting some type of fate at the hands of a devious little fiend like Peter Pan. He has been a shadow and a blight on so many lives for too long. 

“I’ll give you your heart back, but I won’t help you.” Tinkerbell swears. 

She has never been good at sticking to promises. 

Not when the promises are dismal and unkind.

Especially not when she is met with sad, teary eyes.

She should know better.

She is too trusting.

And that has been exploited time and time again.

Too many times. 

Her heart may not be tiny and inky. But it has cooled considerably and it has grown terribly stony. 

Maybe she and the queen aren’t so different.

Maybe that is why she had been drawn to her in the first place, all those years ago. 

Blue had always told her that she was a bad fairy. Implied that she was a bad person. And maybe that is what Regina had been. A means to an end, albeit with genuinely good intentions behind it. A situation where everyone wins; two troubled souls fixing each other. 

Naive.

She had been naive. 

And Regina had been scared. 

What a dreadful, poisonous combination. 

Tinkerbell had bitten off more than she could chew. She should have known that a little bit of pixie dust and a glimpse at a soulmate wouldn’t have been enough. Not for someone who has only seen how love can hurt. Not for someone whose heart had already grown cold and stony. Regina hadn’t needed pixie dust. 

She needed a friend.

Someone who could have shown her that love isn’t such a terrifying thing. 

But she shouldn’t have lied. 

She shouldn't have have left Tinkerbell to feel as though she was the problem. That she was a dreadful, useless fairy. Shouldn’t have left her to take all of the blame. 

And Blue. 

She thinks that she is angry at Blue most of all. Blue who made her feel so small and so inadequate that she felt compelled to meddle in something that she had no business tampering with. 

Blue who dwindled her confidence so far and always made her feel like she had to prove herself. Sometimes she thinks that Blue liked to single her out. She couldn’t have been that horrible and troublesome, could she have?

And that is why she finds herself tagging along afterall, to save the son of the woman who’d cost her her wings. 

She promises herself that she won’t sympathize too much. 

That she is doing this for the boy, Henry, and him alone. Maybe for Emma too. 

She promises herself that she won’t even talk to Regina. 

She is so very bad at keeping promises. 

And Regina is so very good at making herself easy to talk to. 

Actually she is rather quite terrible at it. She is prickly and standoffish. And most of the time it is hard to keep a conversation with her going where small talk is concerned. 

But Tinkerbell finds herself content with that; she isn’t really one for lengthy conversations these days.

What has she gotten herself into?

Surely she isn’t growing fond of the Evil Queen. She wouldn’t…

She couldn’t.

She knows that she isn’t the Queen’s soulmate.

But when Regina gets her son back it becomes set in stone. She has this look in her eyes, she wears this smile. And she flashes it at Tinkerbell. Tells her that she might not have gotten her son back…her and Emma’s son back—they’re still working on that—without her help. Emma says it too. Snow White and Prince Charming, tell her that she had been helpful. That she brought their grandson home. 

And Tinkerbell feels like a fairy again. 

For the first time she feels like Blue had been wrong about her. 

That one mistake might just come to pass. 

Even if she doesn’t get her wings back, it isn’t such a bad thing to see Regina and Emma happy. It certainly isn’t a bad thing to see Henry, the real Henry this time, smiling and healthy. 

.oOo.

It is hard to approach her. Someone who had the best intentions. Someone who had never done her wrong. Someone who’d she’d done wrong all the same. Regina has spoken with Tinkerbell several times over but it never seems to get easier. Never seems to get any less awkward as far as she can tell. 

At first it was because she hadn’t apologized. 

Now it is because she apologizes too much.

She can never seem to find a comfortable in between with anything, let alone with people and relationships. 

“You’re pulling back.” Tinkerbell mentions one day. 

And she, not quite as clever and articulated as she had initially thought herself to be replies, “I’m more of a pushing away type of person.”

To her relief, Tinkerbell gives a snort and a chuckle. “Oh? Is that right?”

Regina nods. “There is a difference between pulling back and pushing away.”

“Care to explain it?”

She isn’t exactly sure if Tinkerbell is asking in earnest or in jest. So she replies just in case. “Pulling away is the withdrawal of oneself from the relationship. Pushing away is doing everything in your power to compel the other person to withdraw for you.” 

And Tinkerbell laughs again. Regina’s face reddens, the fairy had almost certainly been asking in jest. 

“But you did run away? From Robin Hood. I’ve never seen someone withdraw so expertly.” 

Regina clears her throat. “It wasn’t quite expert. You see, I got lost on the way home and ended up circling back to that tavern. So it wasn’t quite as swift of a departure as you might have imagined. In fact, I think that I met his glance for a moment…” She doesn’t know if this little story is making the situation better or worse. She isn’t exactly one for jokes, dark or otherwise. They never seem to land well coming from her lips.

But Tinkerbell is laughing again. 

“It stands to reason that I am much better at doing and saying things that push people away.” 

“Not from where I stand, it doesn’t seem that way.” 

“Well, I’m not exactly giving it my best effort this time.” Regina confesses. She presses her lips firmly together and knits her brows. “I don’t want to push you away, I want a friend. I want a lover. And you’ve treated me very well. Despite everything you…you’re a good person.” She pauses. “I’m not. It wouldn’t be fair for me to…” she gestures vaguely at nothing in particular. “You deserve someone who can actually…” But that isn’t quite what she wants to say either. “You held my heart. You saw what it looks like. You deserve someone who can actually love another person.”

“You can love another person, Regina. I already saw that with you and Henry.”

“Yes. Maybe.” She replies. “But you don’t think that it would be awful for me to find a lover while you still have no wings?”

Tinkerbell quirks a brow. “Then what do you call these?” She stands up and unfurls a pretty pair of green wings. She gives them a good flap, it is not unlike watching leaves rustle caught in a hot summerbreeze. They shower a small dusting of gold like dust motes in a haze. “I got them back after capturing an evil shadow.”

Regina smiles. She doesn’t do it often but it is getting easier these days. She smiles for Henry and for his willingness to give her another chance. She smiles for Emma who is open to letting her join the Charmings for dinner now and again. And she smiles for Tinkerbell who says the right thing and seems to understand her; both her dark sense of humor and what it is like to hate someone who wronged her so much that it began to take over her life. She understands what it is to have a touch of darkness. What it is like to have someone telling her that trouble or unworthy is all that she will ever be. 

“I’m very glad to hear it…see it. You deserve to have your wings back. You only seemed like a terrible fairy because you took on such impossible tasks. Blue hadn’t even tried…” Not many people tried to save her. Not during the time period when salvaging her was possible. The helping hands had all been extended far too late and she had bitten every single one of them. 

And Tinkerbell is holding out her hand now. 

Quite literally.

“I didn’t take on an impossible task, Regina.” She swears. “Let me help you find your soulmate. I’m sure that he’s…”

Regina takes a sharp breath. “I think that maybe the pixie dust might not lead to the same place.”

“Well, yes! I can’t imagine that he’s still at that same tavern…”

Regina takes Tinkerbell’s hand. “That’s not what I mean. I think that, maybe, if you did use the pixie dust again, that we wouldn’t have to walk–or fly–very far this time.”

Tinkerbell furrows her brows. “Oh, well…” she trails off. “Oh. Oh!”

Regina grimaces and rubs a hand over her face, if only to keep the fairy from noticing the second blush creeping onto her cheeks. Evidently her entire face very well could be red this time. 

“You. Are you trying to tell me what I think you’re trying to tell me?”

“Well I guess that that would depend on what you think that I’m trying to tell you.” 

“Regina, do you…are you in love with me?”

“I think so.” She hasn’t felt love in such a long time. Perhaps she is mistaken. She doesn’t think so. “I don’t think that we need to solve everything with pixie dust…or magic. Henry and I have been working on the not using magic thing for a while not. It hasn’t exactly been doing well. But I think that we’ve decided to make an exception for using magic to do good things…” She is rambling. Making herself look ridiculous.

“Henry might be onto something. We have hearts for a reason. Sometimes they know what’s best.” Tinkerbell agrees. “In fact, I know lots of people who have fallen in love without magic or pixie dust to guide them. Blue told me that I need to believe in myself more or no one else will; that I needed to trust myself. Maybe you do too.”

“Good advice from a sketchy person.” Regina clears her throat. “Not that I am a good person, myself but nobody is asking me for advice so…”

Tinkerbell laughs. “You’re a fine person, Regina.” 

Regina swallows.

“You want to do right by people now and that has to count for something.”

“I suppose.” 

“It counts to me.” Tinkerbell recipes, authenticating her words with a peck on the cheek. 

Regina’s stomach tickles and her heart flutters. 

Her cold, small, hardened black heart. 

She thinks that it might have some warmth in it again. Some softness.

She holds Tinkerbell’s hand to her chest, right over her heart. 

“I needed someone to believe in me. And you need someone to believe in you.”

Regina swallows that lump in her throat and nods. She is getting teary again. “That would be very nice.” 

And her heart hammers in her chest. 

Tinkerbell holds her hand there for the longest of time. 

The weight of a heart is a heavy thing. 

But a heavy heart can grow light again.

Light and fluttery and warm.

[axeria]

Had to stop reading halfway to throw up 🤩

[warninq496]

This story takes place after the events of Peter Pan Return to Neverland (1950s) and is in the Disney universe. This will just be a project I will be working on throughout the year along with some visuals. Please give it a read!(READ UPDATE)

[genevieveskingdom]

~Spring's dream~

Just when Hyacinth discovered his feelings for a certain princess adventurer from a magical kingdom faraway and just when the princess discovered her undying love for this little sparrowman, fate had to separate them. 💔

The girl had to return to her kingdom to fulfill her royal duties and face something unbelievable - her mother queen arranged a marriage for her! 🤍 And the worst scenario hit her when she realized whom she would have to marry...

It was Lord Milori. ❄️ The lord of everlasting winter, ruler of the Winter Woods. The one who got rid of the former Minister of Winter - Snowflake. The one who was officially in a relationship with Queen Clarion. The one who wanted nothing else but power. 👑

And now he wanted to make an alliance with the magical kingdom and Winter Woods. It was prohibited for a fairy or sparrowman to marry a human 🧚🏻‍♀️👸🏻, but Lord Milori no longer had his wings, they were broken, he lost his fairy magic, that was why he could marry the princess. But she did not want him. The only person she desired was her cute Cinthy🪻

She took a locket out of her pocket. With Hyacinth's innocent face embroidered behind the glass. 🪞 She closed her eyes and dreamt of him. Why are not you here with me, my Hyacinth? ❤️‍🩹

She did not know that meanwhile in Pixie Hollow, Hyacinth was put into a similar precarious situation... 🍃