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ambiguouslady42 · 23 days ago

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Pairing: Yuji Itadori x GN! reader

Genre: Fairy-Tale Fluff

WC: ~2K

Synopsis: You attempt a spell and are consequently turned into a frog. My take on the Grimm Fairy Tale, The Princess and the Frog with JJK. Thank you @awkwardchick87 for the suggestion!

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That fall evening, you were hanging out with your friends at your school’s Paranormal Club. You loved talking about the weird and the unusual. On this particular evening, you found the Book of Spells. Unfortunately, since you and your friends had no familiarity with the Latin language, you had no idea what you were getting yourselves into.

You set the book in the centre of the table with lit candles surrounding it. You found a page that had a picture of some animals. You kept thinking, "This probably won’t work, but it’ll be fun just to attempt to use it.” As your friends discussed how all of you were going to perform this spell, you finally decided that you would chant the spell on your own. You weren’t afraid, but your body was coursing with excitement and anxiety. If it worked, you wouldn’t know what the outcome would be, but if it didn’t, you could just laugh it off.

As you stared in front of the book, you began reciting the incantation. You were struggling with Latin, but you were able to try to sound out the words. Your friends began to record you and they were laughing at your attempt to read. You were nearing the end of the incantation when there was suddenly a bright light that illuminated everything. Their phones that they used to record were only able to catch the bright flash, but couldn’t see you. The moment that your friends were able to catch a glimpse of what had happened, you were no longer in sight. They called out your name, but no response.

You noticed that the desks in this room looked larger than usual. You thought you had just shrunk, but in your attempt to move, you notice that you’re leaping. You begin to panic and start to call for your friends. As they hear you, they cannot see you. Their first impression is that you turned invisible, but as they come into view, they suddenly look larger than usual. When you attempt to call their names one more time, they look down at you and begin to scream.

“Wait, what’s wrong? What do you see?” you yell out. You feel scared.

Your friend takes a photo of you and then shows it to you. You realize that you turned into a frog. You scream at the top of your lungs, but to them, your scream just sounds squeaky and small. You question how could this have happened, but you know the answer to your question. Placing their hands on the floor, your friend offers to pick you up. You leap into their palms and begin to cry. You don’t want to be a frog forever. Your friend begins to run their finger on your head to console you. You’re panicking at the thought that you’ll be like this forever, but their touch is comforting.

“What are we going to do?!” you beg to ask.

“We don’t know, but we definitely will not be touching that book again.” your friend responds.

The despair continues to build in your mind. You worry about staying like this permanently and you begin to wonder what your life will look like.

“It’s a good thing you’re sleeping over at my house. I can make you a makeshift home in an empty aquarium that I have. We will figure this out, I promise.” your friend reassures you.

“I just don’t want to stay like this forever. What will my life be like now?!” continuing to cry, but accidentally ribbiting as you’re struggling to calm yourself.

“We’ll figure it out, we promise, just calm down. It’ll be better in the morning”, are the words that your other friend shares as well. You have complete faith in your friends and trust them to be there with you, thick and thin. You end up falling asleep on the way back to their house.

The next morning you find yourself inside an aquarium with some water. You feel sad because you feel that this is what the rest of your life will be like. However, your friend continues to give you a pat on your back as she comes in to check on you. You see an empty box next to your makeshift home.

“We’ll put you in here while we go to school”. Your friend calmly tells you.

You sigh heavily as you know you’re about to go in a box, like some type of wild animal. The box wasn’t uncomfortable, it was padded with a blanket padding the bottom. It was warm and better than touching the water. You hated knowing that you were slimy to the touch, but you were comforted in that your friend was not afraid to touch you.

On the way to school, a couple of your schoolmates begin to tease your friend and ask her what’s in the box.

“That’s none of your business,” they shout.

“Come on let us see!” You begin to feel the box rocking back and forth as there’s a tug of war on who is holding the box. The light from the sun shines on your face as you look up to see at the faces looking down at you.

“Eww! What are you doing carrying a frog?” yells one of the bullies. As they’re about to grab you with their dirty hands, you choose to leap out of the box. Landing safely on your feet onto the street, you begin to leap as far as you can. You are terrified and have no idea where you’re going, but you need to get away from everyone. You felt that you needed the moment to recalibrate yourself and your thoughts.

You find yourself leaping as far as your little legs could. You notice there are cars everywhere and lots of heavy foot traffic. You observe a bush nearby and decide to hide out there and take a breath. You ran away because you were overwhelmed; you were under attack. This was the best option at the moment, but now your friends may be worried for you.

As you hide in the bush and sigh, you begin to hear 3 different voices just right outside of your hiding place.

“Come on, you can help me with my shopping right now,” says a voice. It sounds very feminine.

“I’m on my way back, I’ll see you later,” says one person.

“Wait! Don’t you want to go see Human Earthworm 4?! The next showing is in the next 20 minutes,” says another.

“Eww no, I’d rather be doing anything else, but that.” says the feminine voice.

Your eavesdropping makes you realize that you’ve been dying to go see this film. You wonder if it would be strange to approach this person to ask if you could tag along. Although, the thought dissipates as you realize that you’re still a slimy, ugly frog.

“Ugh, what am I going to do? This is hopeless,” you say aloud.

“Wait, who said that?” you hear a voice.

“Oh no! You can hear me?!” you reply.

“Yeah, of course I can. However, I can’t see you. Would you come out, please?” says the voice, in a gentle manner.

You hop out of your hiding spot and muster the courage to get their attention.

“I’m down here,” you yell out.

“Oh cool! A talking frog?! Are you a curse or something?” says the boy with pink hair.

“Is it a curse?! I don’t know, I did something last night, and now I'm this super ugly frog. I was a human before!” You attempt to explain yourself.

“Oh! I see! I’m sure there’s a way to reverse this. Although, I want to go catch this movie”.

“I know. I overheard you wanted to go watch Human Earthworm 4. I’ve been meaning to watch it too!”

“Oh cool! Another interested person!” he says excitedly. “I’m Yuji, by the way!”

You tell him your name. His excitement for this movie makes you feel nervous but in a good way. Maybe you can finally get to go to the movies with a cute boy.

“Hey, can I make a suggestion?” you ask him.

“Sure!” he responds with excitement in his voice.

“Can we go watch this movie together? Then after, we can figure out how you can help me out?” You feel what the equivalent of blushing would be, but you’re a frog, so you don’t know what that looks like.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“I think I just need this distraction,” you respond.

“If you say so.” Yuji picks you up and holds you gently in the palms of his hand. You feel that currently your life is in the hands of this stranger, but he seems trustworthy and you feel that he can keep you safe.

He carries you to the theatre. Before he can get to the box office, he places you in his pocket. This prompts you to giggle as you realize that he is sneaking you into the theatre. He purchases only one ticket. You can feel the footsteps that he is taking to enter the theatre. You can smell the popcorn as he walks into the lobby. You hear him order a bag of popcorn and a drink. As you feel the steps once again as he’s on the move again.

“Hey, you’re free to come out now.” He whispers.

You’re able to leap out of his pocket. You land safely on the empty, velvet seat next to him. You look up and see that he’s staring at the screen. He is eating the popcorn when he realizes that you’re looking at him directly.

“Oh? Do you want some? Here” he extends his fingers to hand feed you the popcorn. If the circumstances were different, this interaction would be considered romantic. However, a frog and a human on a date doesn’t sound like a fairy-tale at all.

“Thanks for sharing, Yuji. I appreciate that. I’m excited to be here with you.”

The lights begin to dim as the movie starts. You and he are the only beings present in this theatre. Once again, the circumstance arises that this would be romantic if you weren’t a frog. The movie itself is romantic, despite that the protagonist is turned into a worm. You find it comical that the worm-human hybrid can find love and have a family. Maybe staying with Yuji as a frog wouldn’t be such a bad idea, but you’d love to be a human again.

As the movie concludes, you observe Yuji wiping a tear.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Yeah, it was just such a romantic movie. I’m happy I didn't watch it alone,” he confesses.

“Oh me too. My friends didn’t want to go watch it when I recommended it to them.” you share with him.

“I had an idea. What if I gave you a kiss like in the story The Princess and the Frog?” Yuji asks

You feel nervous about this proposal. You haven’t been kissed by anyone before. However, the thought of being kissed in hopes of being turned back into a human seemed exciting too.

“Well, if you want to kiss an ugly frog, you may.” Indicating your consent to a kiss.

“It doesn't hurt to try.” He says happily. He stands up to pick you up with his hands. He places the most gentle kiss on your lips. Suddenly, a bright light begins to flash again. Yuji covers his eyes as the flash is blinding to stare at. When the flash dissipates, he observes to see a human standing in front of him.

“I’m so glad you’re cute” he smiles.

As you’re blushing, you look at him. “I’m so glad you’re my prince charming, how can I repay you?”

“How about another kiss?” He leans forward to plant another gentle kiss on your lips.

“Let’s go on another date next time.” You mention as you gaze up at him.

“Deal!” as he gives you a thumbs up.

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lynnuvo · 3 months ago

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Hi I hope I’m not bothering you but I just finished reading the reenactment fanfics and I was wondering if you’d be open to make one about “Princess and the Frog” or “Mulan” those are the only films that I remember the character having a more “got get it/work for it” attitude and relate a lot to that plus the yans would be interesting to read (to me at least I mean it’s ur writing not mine) anyway thx for the attention hope u have a great day and keep writing awsome fics :>

From 👻 anon

Hello 👻anon! Thank you so much for the touching compliment! I was wondering which fairytale to do next, so I'm glad you suggested either of those. Although it's been a long while since I've watched Princess & The Frog, I'm going to try my hand at that one since I love the story. For those who prefer a male yandere, don't worry! I'm planning on writing another version of this fairytale for you ღ

.·:*¨ ✘- It Takes Two to Tango - ✘ ¨*:·.

Characters: Yan!Charlotte x Female (Y/N) in Tiana's role In which Charlotte intends to take the only desire she can't buy: her best friend

A Tale in the Baking

When you reincarnated into your new world, you were sleeping soundly in bed with a young, blonde girl who wore a frilly dress that scratched your skin. You were pretty confused and somewhat panicked about your predicament: your childlike appearance drastically contrasted from the mature adult life you've been leading. It wasn't until the end of the week that it finally dawned that you were in the middle of the fairytale "The Princess and the Frog."

Your father, James, had passed recently. Your mother, Eudora, shared his dream of owning a restaurant to you several times already as she reminisced her late husband. Of course, you provided as much comfort as you could. Charlotte visited your home every two days, more clingy than you remembered her being in the movie (likely due to the event).

Now, while you weren't aiming to follow exactly in the true protagonist's footsteps, the prospect of owning your own restaurant sparked a fire in your heart. It was ridiculously difficult to try to own even a car in your previous world. However, there was a key difference in that world and the current one: your family was close with the La Bouffs, the wealthy family Charlotte is from.

As you grew older, you became a confident young woman who didn't dare let a soul deceive her in any way. Because your relationship with Charlotte also grew, you vowed to never let anyone deceive her as well. She was veracious and at times ill-mannered, but you knew deep down that she was also naive. You weren't sure of what the true protagonist did outside of what was told in her tale, but it was your story now. So, you defended Charlotte at every corner & convinced her to tell you of any hardships she had--or of anything, really.

Who knew that such actions intended to protect her would ultimately backfire?

Lollygagging

Ever since she was little, Charlotte dreamed of a prince coming to rescue her from trouble. She'd ramble on and on about this dream to you, who listened to her oh so intently. As time passed, this dream took a different turn. She pondered about it often, twisting the idea in her palm left and right while guys fawned over her.

One night, her father came into her room and introduced an opportunity of a lifetime: to marry Prince Naveen of Maldonia. She was ecstatic and agreed right then and there. In that same week, however, she began having second thoughts.

She visited the restaurant you worked at alone soon after. Picking up her sour mood, you took your break early and sat with her at a table, inquiring whatever was the matter. For someone like her to display such an downcast face in public was a rarity. She told you about her worries. Was marrying Naveen the right choice? What if he wasn't as great of a prince as she hoped he would be? What if she wouldn't be happy after all?

After comforting her softly, you chuckled and cheerily reassured her that everything would be well. Marrying him would mean she'd have both her best friend and the prince in her life!

(You were really hoping they'd get married. On top of Charlotte's happiness, the prince would be a great advantage in your career.)

Charlotte left the restaurant with a laugh, but your support left her heart heavier than before.

At the masquerade ball hosted by her father in honor of Naveen's arrival, Charlotte escaped to your side at every chance. As much as you loved her, her constant presence was disrupting the anxiousness you were trying to keep down. The story had already started off on the wrong foot. Where Charlotte was meant to introduce her potential relationship with her father Big Daddy was instead Big Daddy stopping by to eat with one of his clients at your restaurant, sharing the exciting news.

Once Charlotte darted into the kitchen for the eighth time that night with another excuse to talk to you, you gripped her by the shoulders, instructed her to be a good host and tend to her guests, and to not search for you until the night concluded.

Charlotte hated how you pushed away--hated hated HATED it. But still, she'd do it for you. She'd do it because you trusted she'd listen.

In the meantime, you waited in Charlotte's room until a frog jumped onto your balcony. You already knew you were going to be outbid for the mill (just like how it was in the fairytale), so you weren't wasting any time crying over a destined lost investment. When Naveen in his frog form entered the home, you rolled his eyes at his request to help him find a princess and agreed as long as he married Charlotte regardless of whatever was to happen that night. He had no problem with that.

Lucky for you, knowledge from your past life would serve your career well. You told Naveen that because Big Daddy was crowned Mardi Gras king recently, Charlotte would be a princess. All you two needed to do was to wait for the party to end.

Barely Lovely Triangle

As you suspected, Charlotte came running up to you after the ball had concluded. She chided you with tears in her eyes for leaving her alone for so long. You apologized, saying you only wanted the best for her and the Prince and that you being there likely would've prevented any action from her towards him. She begrudgedly agreed before going on to share how wonderful the dance was. She'd never danced like a royal until that day.

You nodded and "uh huh"-ed and dropped compliments as she talked. Once she concluded, you asked her to please listen to what you were about to say. She guessed the matter had to be serious enough for you to possess such a tone, but she hadn't expect an explanation about the frog beside you.

She pointed at him, a corner of her lip lifted in uncertainty. "So he's a prince, the one I was just dancing with was a fake, so I have to kiss that him to bring the prince back?"

You nodded. "Yup. Do you believe me?"

"I....I do. But what's going to happen to the fake one?"

"He'll be exposed in no time. Please, Charlotte? For me?"

Oh, you know she can't resist any request if it's for you.

Naveen, truth be told, transformed right then and there, into a dashing human of royal blood. After talking about you three's lives for a little while, he bid farewell and wished to meet you and Charlotte again soon. Knowing better now, Naveen kept his distance from danger, and low and behold, Lawrence--the man who had disguised as Naveen with the help of an evil talisman--was arrested for fraud.

Surprisingly, that was the start of a friendship trio. You, Charlotte, and Naveen hung out together every now and then in different locations. Of course, you and Charlotte remained closer than ever, but you were relieved to at least have a breath of fresh air. You didn't really have that many friends in city because you were so engrossed in either work or plotting against a destined marriage you didn't want. You were especially glad that Charlotte and even her father weren't keen on getting Charlotte married as soon as possible. Maybe with how things turned out, you no longer needed to worry about the fairytale's plot.

Too bad Naveen eventually falls in love with you anyway.

His proposal came during one of those days where only two of the three in the group were hanging out together. He happened to stop by your restaurant as you finished your shift and offered to walk you home after stopping by another location. You accepted, but you later wished you didn't once the proposal at a beautiful park happened. You rejected him kindly and reminded him that he had a duty to fulfill, and that was marrying your friend. He apologized. You felt bad, but you weren't in love with the guy! Plus, you wanted that restaurant of yours more than anything in that world. No man was going to stop your dream.

You shared what happened the next day to Charlotte at her house. In contrast to the rant you expected from her, she was...eerily calm. She inquired about the person who has your heart, and to that you told her you didn't have anyone. She nodded and recommended you stay away from Naveen for a bit. Men can take rejection quite rough was the summary of her small spiel about men this and men that. And according to her recommendation (even though you were planning to anyway), you didn't pay Naveen's business any mind. He didn't come around as often.

Over the next couple weeks, Charlotte would visit your home more often to hangout. She'd bring up the topic of romance a couple of times, but your answer remained the same: your love was for her and the restaurant you wished to own.

You'd ask about her and the prince every now and then. Her answer was the same: she wasn't as sure about marrying him anymore.

Love is the Secret Ingredient

At last, Naveen's proposal came in the privacy of a beautiful park with a pavilion and crispy lake. He had set up a picnic for Charlotte and him. They chatted as they ate, and once they concluded their afternoon meal, he popped the question.

Although Charlotte had convinced herself for days that she must accept for her dear friend, she just couldn't.

"I'm sorry, but...I don't think I can do this."

To say Naveen was disappointed was an understatement. Not only did the real thief of his heart reject him, but his business partner and friend also did. Charlotte felt guilty, but imaging herself being stolen away from you was a nightmare! And imagining you being stolen from her.....

Without a proposal to the wealthiest family in the city, Naveen was lost. He had arranged the marriage with Big Daddy to combine their influential powers (Big Daddy's wealth & Naveen's royal title despite being casted out by his family). Luckily, you arranged for him to work with you--to start him on the path of someone in your class.

Charlotte, of course, hated it.

She got an earful from Big Daddy for her rejection, but she didn't care. He would soon lose interest in the proposal as well anyway. After all, she was a Daddy's girl, and he wanted her happy.

Charlotte walked you home almost every work day. Her constant attention made you worry for her own health, but she was a ray of sunshine around you. How hurt could she be?

Soon, Naveen stopped showing up to work. The manager told you that Naveen told him he had lost motivation to work and quit. You were stooped, but when you went to visit the hotel he's been staying at since coming to the city, the receptionist shared that he left two night ago.

Charlotte told you that he happened to overhear her talking about a wealthy friend she had in another city. She arranged for him to go meet and live with the friend at his request.

You scowled with a heavy heart. "Wow. He didn't even bother saying anything to me. How shallow."

Charlotte pouted. "Yeah! He dare he! Guess it's just back to us again, huh?"

You smiled. "Yeah. You get me, Charles."

Adoration flowed through her veins. She was worried you might catch some strange aura off of her, but she wasn't lying. The situation was just premeditated. Within a week, Naveen should arrive at the hotel Charlotte had pointed him to just to find out her friend (she gave her a fake name, of course) had already left that hotel present day's tomorrow. There was no way he could afford the trip back to New Orleans. His entire trip to get there was funded by Charlotte herself.

Two months passed before a letter arrived in your mailbox. The mill that you had lost during Charlotte's ball was bought from the previous owner, and the lawyer inquired if you still wanted the property. You didn't waste any time meeting with them. You intended to sign it over to yourself, but the lawyer suggested another property--one that was more spacious and had much more potential. He offered it at the same price, just as long as you took one or the other. You accepted the second option.

Charlotte was elated to see how thrilled you were. Because you used up most of your savings on signing over the new space, she offered to help renovate the place using her money with refusal for objects. She even asked if she could work for you whenever she had time! You couldn't help but be grateful for your dear friend. You were typically too busy for other friendships, but never too busy for Charlotte.

From then on, life was like a fairytale. You worked your butt off at your new restaurant and taught Charlotte the ins and outs of active involvement. She loved it. She loved working with you. She loved watching you negotiate with hagglers and host events to promote the place. Because you were often exhausted by the end of the day, she suggested (quite strongly) that you and your mom move into her home. It was safer that you come home with someone, and her house was so big, you'd have all the privacy you want!

(Don't expect much privacy from her, though).

Suitors weren't a rare occurrence. You became quite a sought after individual as your business grew. But Charlotte knew how you felt and ensured anything causing your stress was taken care of. You tell her everything, after all!

And of course, she tells you (almost) everything. No boy ever became a problem after Naveen. And like always, despite her new insecurities towards being involved in the "working" part of business, no one was to bring her down. For instance, Charlotte overheard an employee of yours discussing her lack of tack to a chef. She mumbled about it to you over dinner, asking if she was a burden to you. The next work day, the employee praised her progress more than twice in one shift.

One night, you both decided to have a sleepover in Charlotte's room. Trying on different dresses and watching movies had tired such pretty girls out. Laying in her bed, you brushed some blonde locks away from her gorgeous face. "You know Charles, these days, I feel like you're my only true friend."

Charlotte giggled and cuddled closer into your arms. "I'll always be silly. Even if the world crashed, we'll have each other to rely on. No one else!"

"You're absolutely right. No one else."

As she drifted off to sleep in your arms, you continued to brush her hair with a smile on your face. Running a restaurant was hard work, but gambling your luck on Charlotte was even harder. It was a relief she didn't reject Naveen due to affections for another guy. As long as you continued to open your arms out to her, you'll be fine, life would be bliss.

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