“I’m a loner,” Logan says, as he video chats with his bff Nightcrawler (or Elf, as he calls him) from the headquarters of one of the 17 non-x-men teams he’s on, mid-conversation about the health and progress of various teammates and students. His phone rings. It’s a picture, from Jubilee, of a squirrel that reminded her of him. He replies with an ‘unamused’ selfie, but his day is made.
I once taught a fiction class where I assigned that as a topic. (This was a class of mostly students in middle school, for context.) And this one boy, who was probably 13 at the time, wrote a variation on Sleeping Beauty where the protagonist was a prince instead of a princess.
And his parents knew the prophecy in a surprising amount of detail, and so once he was in, essentially, a magically induced coma, they knew that their son would only be saved by a True Love’s Kiss.
But the trouble was, they never really were that close to their son, and so they had no idea who he was in love with. So they essentially round up every single woman in the Kingdom who their son has ever met and ask them all to kiss him. Alas, their son stays unconscious and no one’s kiss wakes him.
At a loss, they ask his BFF (another prince from another Kingdom who was literally named Price Fabulon, pronounced “Fab-you-lon” like fabulous and Mulan pressed together, and I know this because he read his story out loud to the class) if their son might have been in love with someone they didn’t know about.
Prince Fabulon then surprises everyone by kissing the unconscious prince himself, and it works! And then they get married and live happily ever after.
And that was the literal best variation of that story I’ve ever read in my entire life. I hope wherever that boy is, he’s met his own prince somewhere.
that boy with the scruffy hair that you walked by? he’s the boy who lived. that girl whose hair you made fun of? she’s the brightest witch of her age. that dog you yelled at this morning? he’s literally just run away from azkaban and is trying to avenge his bff’s murder