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GoT fanfic: White as Snow (Part I)

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Prompt: Fairy tale AU

Title: White as Snow (A modern Cinderella Story)

One-Shot Fanfic / Modern Fairy Tale

Words: 6100+

Rating: All audiences (Part I)  //

Day 3 / Wednesday will be Mature (Part II)

Summary: A modern Cinderella Story of a child whose world is turned upside down after the death of a parent. This child made to feel inferior, and in servitude to their own family. Will the love of another help pull them out of their darkness.

PART I: Slow Burn

++o+ Age 8 +o++

As Daenerys Targaryen walked quietly behind her father, she knew that it was pertinent that she remain silent and steady. The long hallways of the funeral home echoed with silence, for this was truly a somber occasion.

After landing in the private airstrip right outside of Manhattan, her governess had lectured for the entire limo ride to the funeral home about proper behavior. Dany was to portray a sense of remorse, while remaining calm and ladylike. Death is a tragedy, but she needed to remember who she is.

A lady at all times. A Targaryen.

One of the wealthiest families in the United States.

With her eyes lowered, she was careful to walk in her father’s steps. Always mindful not to walk too fast for fear of bumping into him. He especially didn’t like it when she did that. As men and women of high society stopped to speak with her father, she averted her eyes and remained silent.

Per usual, no one spoke to her. She was merely there to be on display. The perfect child.

As long as she could remember, men and women alike spoke of her incredible beauty. Her long silver hair, porcelain white skin and violet eyes.

As the years passed, the exclamations of her great beauty become more frequent and louder.

“It is time, Daenerys. Remember what your governess taught you,” her father said briskly. “Do not embarrass me child.”

She nodded her head solemnly and continued behind him, the casket displayed at the front. The casket was open. It would be the first time she saw death in person.

The first time she could remember at least.

There was a step placed in front of the casket, how thoughtful she realized. To provide a means for children to rise and see her body.

She stood next to her father, staring down at the beautiful woman who is now completely still. She was so lovely, Daenerys wonders where she is now. Is she here, watching them, watching her only child? A sadness settles over her, to lose one’s own mother is not right. It is not fair. The pain unbearable to be motherless.

“Come along, daughter,” her father commands, interrupting her sad thoughts.

Daenerys gracefully follows him as he navigates through the crowd. She notices that men and women alike immediately move to clear his way.

Her father is a Targaryen, their name means power and wealth. Of course people move to make way, Aerys II Targaryen is a man with much to do.

“Ned, I am so sorry for your loss. Please accept my deepest condolences.” Aerys says calmly. “As you know, having lost my own beloved Rhaella, I can sympathize. If you or your son need anything from me, do not hesitate to ask.”

At the mention of Ned’s son Daenerys looks up to see the young boy, she was told he is her exact age. His eyes lowered, a brooding frown on his face, her stomach does a flip. She feels sad for him. Her mother died during childbirth, it left a gaping hole in her heart.

“Thank you, Mr. Targaryen. It was very kind of you and your daughter to travel all this way to pay your respects,” Ned Stark says, his eyes settling on the young girl for the first time. His eyes then shifting to his stepson, he recalls that Jon has not eaten since this early morning.

“Daenerys, this is my stepson, Jon Snow. Clarice was his mother and my wife,” Ned says sadly. “The funeral director mentioned that his wife has cookies and milk set up in their private kitchen, would you accompany Jon to have a snack.”

Jon’s eyes snap up for the first time, landing on the young girl. His face still so sad, he waits for her response.

“Of course, Mr. Stark,” she says softly, then extending her hand to Jon.

As the children hold hands and walk to the kitchen a sense of sadness settles over them both.

Two children without mothers to love them and guide them.

That was the day their story began.

++o+ Age 10 +o++

“Can you imagine, Ned Stark is marrying a woman that is bringing five children into the marriage? Five!” her newest governess laughs. “Catelyn must be quite a woman!”

Her governess is such a cheerful gossip that Dany knows not to get too attached, as soon as her father returns and realizes her personality the woman will be fired on the spot.

Maybe father won’t sleep with this one, Dany ponders. Not that she cares, she is use to her father’s philandering ways. He tries to hide it, but nothing gets past her.

It has been two years since Daenerys has traveled to New York. Ironically the last time was for the funeral of Ned’s first wife. Today she will represent her father and family name, as Aerys II Targaryen has been in Europe for over a month on business.

Dany sits in the pew, waiting for the bridal party procession to start. Excited to see Jon Snow again.  It has been two years since she last saw him, she has missed her friend.

She fondly recalls her time with him years ago. Breaking away from the somber occasion, eating warm cookies with milk, for a moment they were able to just enjoy being what they are.


The two found an immediate connection. Jon was so sad that day, but it didn’t take her long to realize he has a brooding personality by nature. She was able to make him smile, and even laugh once or twice.

They talked for hours that day, their own fathers needing to discuss business. As Ned Stark was a successful importer with a significant amount of wealth to his name. Their conversation only getting serious once, as she told him that although different, her mother had died during her birth. Jon had grabbed her hand, thanking her for sitting with him. Jon then told her about his mother, she married Ned when he was just a baby. Ned had always been loving and kind to him.

They exchanged addresses and promised to be pen pals for life.  

But as in many things in life, even with the best of intentions. Things and time can get in the way. They exchanged less than a dozen letters between them until their writing stopped. Dany can’t even remember if it was her that failed to respond last.

His mother’s funeral was the day she got the nickname Dany. Jon had asked her permission, and she agreed. She loved it. She only asked him to make sure to use her full name if her father was around, and when addressing the outside of the envelope.

As the music starts, Dany watches as the oldest children of Catelyn enter. A boy that appears to be her age, dark reddish hair and a confident smile. And then a younger girl that walks with an impressive air of confidence for such a young lady, a beauty with her long red hair and fair skin.

Dany turns, searching for her first look at Jon. How much has he changed? If at all?

Next the three youngest of Catelyn’s children walk down the aisle. The daughter is the flower girl, although her main job is desperately ushering her two very young brothers, the ring bearers, down the aisle. The three little ones are an adorable sight.

Dany feels happy in that moment, joy for her dear friend. He will have a full family now. A house full of siblings to love and play with.

As her older brother, Viserys, is the heir to her father’s dynasty and had been sent to boarding school in Europe for a proper education. So she often felt like an only child.

Dany lives a very solitary life, but it is all she knows. She is used to it.

As the lovely bride enters to join her children and groom at the front, all rise to watch her. But Dany’s eyes are not on Ned’s bride. She immediately wonders where Jon is as she scans the church. Why would he not be part of the wedding as well?

Is he ill?

Frowning, Dany sits as the ceremony begins.

It is announced during the ceremony that it has been made official, Ned Stark has adopted Catelyn five children and they will now be Starks. A lovely gesture, but again Dany worries for Jon.

Jon sits in the pew, out of sight. Catelyn had convinced his father that Jon does not like to be the center of attention, and that it would be best if he sat down so he could be more comfortable. Jon remembers his father turning to him to confirm, Catelyn standing right behind father as she gave Jon a look that was so hateful he dared not disagree.

So Ned believed Jon was happier out of the spotlight. While Catelyn made it clear that Jon didn’t belong in the wedding.

As the wedding day progressed, Jon felt very out of place. Realizing that many of the guests didn’t even know he existed. During professional pictures Ned called for Jon. As he approached his father, his new little sister, Sansa, accidently spilled a glass of fruit punch on his shirt. Catelyn was horrified while Sansa apologized profusely.

Frowning, Jon agreed to go inside to clean up as the Stark family continued their pictures.

As he walked through the bustling halls, he happened across the display of seating charts. Realizing he did not even have a seat at the head table along with his father, stepmother and five siblings, Jon decides to stay in one of the empty rooms for the remainder of the party. If anyone questioned him he would say he had a headache and just lied down to rest for a moment.

Jon does indeed fall asleep, waking up when his sister Arya jumps on the bed and wakes him Bran and Rickon following close behind. Jon laughs, he does greatly enjoy the three youngest children. They have good hearts and often make him smile.

“Jon! You are in serious trouble. Father and mother have been searching for you. They seemed rather flustered when the Targaryen girl asked for you, she point blank asked them how they could not know where one of their six children were,” Arya laughs, finding the situation funny.

“Dany?!” Jon gasps. “She is here? She came to the wedding? I’ve got to see her, let’s go.”

“Sorry Jon, she left with her governess about twenty minutes ago. Oh, but wait!” Arya now looks happy. “She gave me a note to hand to you.”

Dear Jon, I am sad we didn’t get a chance to say hi to today. I hope all is well.

Your friend, Dany T.

Jon smiles, holding the note carefully and putting it away for safe keeping.

++o+ Age 11 +o++

Jon is up early, the first one in his home aside from father, who leaves very early every morning for his long commute into the city. Catelyn misses living in the heart of the city, even though their home in the suburbs offers their family of eight a lot more room.

Looking over his chores for the day Jon wonders why the formal dining room place settings need to be pressed again. He also sees that the majority of his chores revolve around cleaning the fancy dining room, which they only use when father has an important business meeting taking place over dinner.

Jon is an hour into his chores when the rest of the family begins to stir. Although vacuuming he can hear Sansa’s screams from upstairs, he tries not laugh realizing that Arya has played another one of her pranks. She is getting quite good, the little devil. Arya is also training Bran and Rickon on the art of practical jokes.

“Arya, what have you done now?” Jon asks as she runs through the first floor, frantically looking for a place to hide.

“Shhhh, Jon! You haven’t seen me today, don’t forget!” Arya pleads, a smirk on her face.

Chuckling to himself Jon covers for her, as he always does.

When Jon finds out that dinner this evening will be hosting the Targaryen family he smiles fondly while remembering Dany. His stepmother is especially anxious as Dany’s father is a very powerful man.

“Jon, you are to behave this evening. I don’t want you ruining this dinner,” Catelyn Stark hisses, after making sure Ned is not within hearing distance. “You are to sit quietly and only speak short replies if someone talks to you directly.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Jon answers. He is surprised he is even being allowed to attend the dinner, usually Catelyn makes an excuse for Jon not being there.

Jon is not feeling well.

Jon has too much homework.

Jon is very tired this evening.

Jon misbehaved at school, he is grounded.

Jon is very shy, he prefers to be alone.

“Apparently, the daughter specifically told Ned that she looks forward to seeing you. So that is the only reason you will be attending. So let her see you, and then off to your room you go!” Catelyn snaps.

As Jon nods and walks away, Catelyn watches him with a scowl on her lovely face. There is small part of her that feels bad for resenting him so, but a much larger part that cannot stand the sight of Jon Snow.

The son of Ned’s great love. It was early in her relationship with Ned, that she overheard him promising his son that he would never love again, not the way in which he adored Jon’s dead mother. Catelyn can’t even stand to hear her name.

Catelyn grew up with Ned, she loved him since she was a little girl. She had begged her father to speak to the Stark family about arranging a string of dates that would hopefully lead to an arrangement for marriage. Her father refused, expressing his distaste for the practice. Citing his awful, loveless marriage to Catelyn’s mother as an example. Her mother was sitting at the table while he said it.

So Catelyn married another, who fathered five children and then gambled all of Catelyn’s inheritance away, right before dying himself.

It was fate for Catelyn to find Ned, newly widowed, raising another man’s son. Catelyn believed they could be happy. Until she realized, that Jon is the constant reminder of what Ned had lost.

The great love Ned lost.

His beautiful bride, the great love of his life. His beautiful dark haired raven, as she has heard Ned call her.

Catelyn hated Jon for it. She could not even stand to be in the same room as him, so she tried not to be. Her influence only spread to her darling Sansa. Sansa is cold and mainly indifferent towards Jon. Catelyn takes personal offence every time her three youngest children run to Jon with open arms. It takes all of her strength not to recoil and scream at them to stay away from him.

Robb is so self absorbed, she doubts he even realizes that she can’t stand his stepbrother.

And now, because some eleven year old spoiled child mentions to Ned that she looks forward to seeing Jon, Catelyn has to tolerate him at dinner. He has been warned, there will be consequences for even one misstep.


Dany smiles while entering the large estate, it was a long drive to get here but father was pleased as the limousine had Wi-Fi and he was able to get work done. She concentrated on staring out the window and wonders how Jon will be. Have things settled for the new family? A small part of her relieved that her father never remarried. She would rather be lonely then miserable.

“And these are the five Stark children, Robb, who I believe is a year older than your daughter Mr. Targaryen,” Catelyn proudly introduces her oldest. “Sansa, our oldest daughter. Now Arya, Bran and Rickon, our youngest three,” she finishes.

Dany looks around the room, concerned again. Dany notices that Ned is also searching, finally asking his wife, “And where has Jon gone off to? I’m sure he would like to greet the Targaryen family as well.”

“Well, you know how Jon is. Always on his own schedule, I’m sure he will join us when he can,” Catelyn chimes while leading the group to the dining table. Dany notices a sly smile pass between mother and her oldest daughter.

As Dany is seated she realizes that every spot at the table is taken, even if Jon were to attend there is no chair for him. Frowning, she begins to worry she will not see him this trip either.

It isn’t until halfway through the second course that a frazzled Jon enters the dining room. All eyes on him, Catelyn’s eyes narrow.

“Son, where have you been? You knew dinner was starting at seven,” Ned asks Jon, seeming genuinely concerned.

Jon’s eyes resting on Dany, he hadn’t seen her in four years. She is lovely and her eyes still look as kind as he remembers. Dany smiles at him tentatively, the concern etched on her young face. Why was he so late to dinner?

“I apologize, I had a last minute errand to run so I went in the family car with our driver. The car had a flat so it took us longer than expected,” Jon mumbled, his face looking sad and gloomy.  

“Well, you are here now son please take a seat–” Ned’s voice trails off realizing there is not a chair for Jon.

“Oh Jon, it looks like you forgot a chair when sitting up earlier. Please go get one for yourself now. Do hurry, you are already so late,” Catelyn says coldly without anyone noticing. No one except Dany and Jon that is.

The dinner is tedious, the men mainly speaking business. Jon can’t help but wonder if Catelyn sent him to get Sansa’s dry cleaning on purpose.

Oh Jon, your sister needs your help. This is an emergency,” Catelyn had moaned.

Sansa is wearing a perfect dress for the occasion and Jon can’t help but notice the satisfied glares his oldest sister shoots his way.

Across the table Dany is saddened that Jon does not seem even remotely happy to see her. He is quiet and forlorn, eating his food quietly. Not once has he looked in her direction.

At one point during the meal the topic of arranged marriages comes up. Sansa’s ears perk up, she would very much like for Father to arrange a most powerful union for her. She is sure she would be a wonderful wife to a successful man, just as her mother is to Ned.

Dany’s eyes dart up nervously, the thought of an arranged marriage makes her skin crawl.

It is when Ned and Aerys joke that Robb and Daenerys would make a powerful pair –the joining of Targaryen and Stark that Jon listens. He does not dare look up, for some reason his stomach does a flip. The thought of his Dany marrying Robb saddens him. Although he doesn’t understand why.

Later that evening, as dessert is being served Danny desperately tries to connect with Jon.

“Jon, how is school?” Dany asks when there is a break in the conversation.

Jon looks startled, his eyes quickly shifting to his stepmother that gives him a warning glare. “Fine, thank you,” he answers then turning his attention back to his ice cream.

Dany’s face falls, this is not the same boy she remembers.

This boy does not seem to care about her at all.

++o+ Age 13 +o++

“The passing of Ned Stark is very tragic, leaving behind five children, and Cat–“ Aerys says before Dany interrupts him.

“Six children, father. Ned Stark had six children,” she says sadly, her heart already aching for Jon. Although it has been years since his mother’s funeral she remembers him well that day. The sadness he felt.

Dany doesn’t blame her father for not realizing there are six children, as only five were featured in the video remembrance for Ned. It sends a chill down her spine, Jon was already pushed aside when Ned was still alive.

What would happen to Jon now that Ned is gone?

“Yes, you are right,” her father says, unaccustomed to being corrected by anyone. “The service was lovely. We will pay our respects and then immediately fly back to Chicago. We do not have time to waste.”

Dany remembers the last funeral she attended with her father, because business had to be discussed he left her sitting at the funeral home for many hours after. Not that she minded, she got to spend time with Jon that day.

As she quietly follows in her father’s footsteps Dany does not stare at the floor this time. No, she needs to find Jon and talk. And really speak with him this time, she is worried and she cares about him.

As the line forms to pay respects to the remaining the Stark family, Dany is not surprised to see a weeping Catelyn and her five Stark children. Dany feels a pang, seeing the true devastation on the face of each of them. Especially the youngest three.

Dany then wonders where Jon is.

“Father, please pass along my apologies. I suddenly feel very ill, I need to find a restroom. Please go on ahead, I will find you shortly,” she promises and turning to run off before he can protest.

Dany walks through the halls, finally asking if there is a kitchen where she could get a snack. And that is where she finds him, sitting quietly and brooding.

“Jon,” she whispers carefully walking in his direction.

Jon whirls around, startled to hear anyone call his name. His mouth falls open upon seeing her.

“Dany…how did you find me?” Jon stammers, feeling the sadness falling over him. His father is dead, the only father he ever knew. He has never felt so alone.

This time Jon stands and run to her, Dany throws her arms around him and hugs him tightly.

“I am so sorry about Ned, Jon,” she whispers as tears fill in her eyes. Jon kisses her forehead in a kind gesture and thanks her.

“I don’t have much time, father will be looking for me,” Dany frowns, studying him. Jon is still as beautiful as ever, his large back eyes and his hair a raven black.

“I’m not blind, I can see how they are treating you. It isn’t right!” Dany hisses, a sudden fury in her eyes. “I can speak to my father, I am sure–”

“Dany! Please, no. Just leave it, I am fine, okay?” Jon asks of her with urgency. “Okay, you will leave it alone? Promise me.”

Frowning, Dany nods in agreement sadly.

And then they both hear it, someone is asking the staff if they have seen Daenerys Targaryen. Making it clear that her father is looking for her.

“I care for you. Please, no matter what, never forget who you are,” Dany demands from him. “No one can take that away from you. No one.”

Jon nods his head in understanding and pulls her close to him for another hug before she has to leave.

He watches as the one person who seems to care about him runs out of his life.

++o+ Age 15 +o++

Dany stares at her reflection in the mirror outside of the ballroom. She is a young woman now, and so many things have changed. As she is frequently told, she is incredibly beautiful - a woman now. She has also noticed the lust filled glances from men, and the scorned scowls of some women.

She even sees the pride in her father’s face when he looks at her. She is a lovely addition to his list of accomplishments. The beautiful daughter.

She quickly enters the main ballroom, she and father are in Washington DC and guests at the Sweet Sixteen Party of the President’s youngest daughter. It is an honor to have been invited.

When Dany sees Robb and Sansa at the buffet table later in the evening she runs over to ask about Jon.

“Oh hi, Daenerys! Jon? He wasn’t feeling well, so he stayed back at the suite. We are staying this same hotel,” Robb answers smoothly.

Dany notices the eye roll Sansa does as she look away from their conversation.

“Sick? Is anyone else in your family sick right now?” Dany pushes.

“No, not that I know of. Why?” Robb answers, looking genuinely confused. Dany remembers that Jon told her that Robb was oblivious to things around him. Always caught up in his own world.

Sansa on the other hand, Dany controls her frown as she looks at the teenage in front of her for the first time. As the night progresses Dany realizes that all five Stark Children are present. Close to 8PM she sees Catelyn Stark motioning firmly to a very sour faced Sansa.

As Sansa and the three youngest Stark children walk towards the ballroom door Dany makes a beeline to follow them.

“Hello, Sansa. Why do you look so glum? Are you leaving? Not enjoying the party?” Dany asks while waving and greeting the younger children.

“Ugh, quite the opposite. I am having the best time, but now I need to walk the kids to the main lobby where Jon is waiting for them,” Sansa snaps, obviously irritated.

“Well, I know who Jon is and I happen to be walking that way. Would you just like me to do it?” Dany offers casually.

Sansa is thrilled and waves them off as she races back to the dance floor. In that moment Dany remembers how young Sansa is, she is a child being influenced by her mother, Catelyn.

“Oh, please let Jon know that Mother wants the children to go straight to bed. The party is expected to end at midnight, so we will be back then.”

Dany nods, her eyes narrowing. Gee, if Jon is so sick why is he expected to care for the three young kids?


As Dany enters the lobby, holding hands with Arya and Rickon as Bran follows closely, she sees Jon sitting in the lobby reading a newspaper. His eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

“Hello, stranger,” she teases. Pleasantly surprised as Jon’s eyes widen as he takes in that not only is it her, but taking pleasure in the way his eyes slowly take her in.

She had forgotten the exquisite ball gown she was wearing and how is hugs her curves in all of the right places.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, finally Arya handles it.

“Jon, take a picture of her. It will last a lot longer,” Arya teases him. The boys immediately joining her in laughter.

Jon’s cheeks turn red, “Dany, sorry – I just was not expecting to see you here!” he stands to hug her gently and then stepping back.

Nervously rubbing the back of his neck Jon finally whispers, “Dany, you look amazing.”

“Thank you, Jon,” she smiles shyly at him.

“Oh, before I forget, Sansa wanted me to remind you to get the kids straight to bed and the party is ending at midnight.” Dany blurts out.

Jon’s face falls, realizing he needs to say goodbye and do as Catelyn instructed. “Well, I guess this is goodbye. It was so nice to see you Dany, I think about you often,” Jon blurts. Realizing what a nerd he sounded like after the words left his mouth.

“Well, I could help put the kids to bed and then maybe we can watch a movie and catch up after,” Dany says boldly. Not caring anymore, she misses him and wants to spend time with him.

“I’d love that, let’s go,” Jon then pauses. “But only if these three little hellions promise not to tell anyone.”

The three children love the idea of keeping a secret from their mother so they agree.


“Ok, my gown is hanging in the guest bathroom. Thank you for lending me a shirt and then Sansa’s sweatpants. I can’t believe she is already taller than I am,” Dany mutters while rolling up the ankles.

“You are not seriously complaining about height to me?! Sansa is a girl and two years younger and she is already taller than I am!” Jon groans.

Dany laughs at him while he throws a couch cushion at her, hitting her in the chest. She pretends to be offended and then laughs at the look of horror on Jon’s face.

It is so easy to tease him.

“Did you check on them? Still asleep?” Dany asks him hopefully. She loves those kids, but she is really enjoying her alone time with Jon this evening.

Jon smiles and nods, digging into the pizza they ordered and serving her first.

They have talked, laughed and even argued a few times. Careful to keep an eye on the time, Father had instructed her to meet him at 12:15 in the lobby so they could find their limo together. Their private jet is taking them back to Chicago tonight.

As the night progresses the friends become bolder in their conversation topics.

“So you’ve really never had a girlfriend? None at all?” Dany asks, smiling. Trying to conceal her glee. The thought of Jon with another bothers her for some reason. She isn’t sure why, it is not like she and he would ever…

They don’t even live in the same state.

“Nothing, no. It is hard to date when an indentured servant!” Jon makes a joke, trying to deflect the conversation away from him. He has never even held a girl’s hand, let alone gone on a date.

Jon wants to ask Dany the same question, but he is afraid. He doesn’t want to be rude.

Acting injured she asks, “Well, aren’t you going to ask me?!”

Dany laughs as his cheeks flush. She loves teasing him, he rarely smiles – but when he does, it makes her stomach flutter.

“No,” Jon stutters. “I mean, I want to know but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to tell me. I mean, I just… Well?” Jon finishes, his nerves on fire.

“Well, what?” Dany smiles sweetly.

Jon frowns, rolling his eyes. He realizes that she is so beautiful, smart, friendly…he doesn’t even want to know if she has a serious boyfriend.

“You are no fun, Jon Snow. I have had boyfriends but nothing serious at all,” Dany shares with him. Feeling bold, she bites her lip before adding, “I’ve never even kissed a boy before.”

Jon’s eyes snap up to search her face. Both are silent, he gulps nervously. His palms are suddenly sweating.

Moments of silence pass, suddenly Dany can’t take it anymore.

“Do you want to be my first kiss?” she asks softly.

Jon can’t believe what he is hearing, this gorgeous girl wants to kiss him? His eyes land on her lips, she is lovely. “I’d love for you to be my first kiss,” Jon manages to whisper.

Dany releases the air she had been holding, part of her afraid he would reject her. She smiles shyly at him, feeling embarrassed for being so bold.

Jon moves closer to her on the couch, gently place his hand to her cheek. His heart beating furiously in his chest.

Dany bites her lower lip nervously, her eyes shining with excitement.

The lean closer together their lips finally meeting in the middle. Jon never imagined how soft her mouth would be, or the great rush he would feel.

Dany realizes the moment his lips touch hers, that she loves Jon Snow. She has loved him for so long, as she desperately tried to push the feelings away.

They break apart to smile at each other, both checking to make sure the other is comfortable.

A look of passion passes between them and then they kiss again, this time with great vigor. Jon traces the tip of his tongue along her lower lip, she immediately grants him access as his tongue sweeps into her mouth and hers meets his.

Dany’s hand on his shoulders, holding him tightly. Partly to feel him, the other reason to steady her trembling hands. Jon kisses her deeply, lovingly even. It is the most amazing moment of his life.

As their passionate kisses continue, a small whimper escapes from Dany’s lips. Jon pauses to smile at her, his breathing becoming ragged. He is a fifteen year old boy with raging hormones, realizing his erection is painfully obvious he grabs a couch cushion to lay on his lap to cover the evidence. He pulls her tightly to him, she goes willingly. Their chests pressed together while their lower bodies only sit side by side on the couch.

When Dany teasingly nibbles on his lower lip, Jon lets out a low groan. He begins kissing her neck, lightly sucking on her skin.

“Oh, Jon,” she whimpers, pulling on his black curls to egg him on.

“Dany, you have no idea what you are doing to me,” he says between kisses to her neck.

Their eyes meet, both panting and then they smile at each other. Jon leans gently towards her for a soft kiss, their lips lovingly dancing as he pulls off the couch to hold her tightly against him, the cushion falling to the floor.

Dany feels a pleasure in her core, she realizes that she is getting excited. Something she has never felt before. And then they hear a noise from the kid’s room, both jumping apart.

At the same time Dany gasps, “Jon! It is midnight! Your family could be back any moment and my father expects me to meet him in the lobby in fifteen minutes.”

They agree, Jon runs to check on the kids. Arya looks half asleep saying that she was thirsty. She goes to the kitchen for a drink.

“Jon, a moment please,” Dany calls from the guest bathroom. She is wearing her gown again and managed zip the back three-fourths of the way, but she can’t manage the end. Arya had helped her previously, but she didn’t know Arya was awake.

Gulping, Jon nods his head to help her. His hands trembling as he finishes closing her zipper. They share a look in the mirror, both then smiling.

Their moment is over.

Dany runs to the door, a quick sweep of the room she realizes that she can’t find one of her heels! Now Arya is more awake and she helps look. Arya is the one to point out that her family will be back any moment.

Dany decides to leave with just one shoe. She and Jon smiles at each other from across the room, waving good bye. There is no time, and Arya is standing in the room.

As Dany opens the door to leave, Arya wraps her arms around her quickly to say goodbye.

“I think my brother may love you, I’ve never seen him as happy as he was with you tonight. You know how to make him laugh,” Arya whispers so that Jon can’t hear.

Dany smiles warmly and hugs Arya back while saying goodbye.

As Dany steps outside, Arya leans out into the hallway and says, “And I could also tell from the heated kisses you shared. Bye Dany!”

Dany’s mouth falls open, as she turns and runs to the elevator while carrying her one shoe. She should just be able to make it to the lobby in time.


“Sansa, darling. This can’t be your heel right? It is much too small for you,” Catelyn shows her daughter. Finding the Manolo Blahnik heel under the couch late the evening before.

“I wish I owned a pair of Manolo Blahnik heels! No, I’ve never seen that shoe in person,” Sansa confirms.

Catelyn’s eyes narrow as she watches her stepson from across the room.

Just what has he been up to, she wonders with a scowl?

++o+ End of Part I +o++

Author’s Note: Edited to add link to PART II.  Part III will be published on Wednesday! Thank you for reading, giving hearts and reblogging! Means a lot to me. xoxo

apparently, book 11 of WoF is up for pre-order on Amazon.

“For centuries there have been rumors of another continent on the dragons’ planet – another land far across the ocean, populated by tribes of dragons very different from those we know. But there’s never been any evidence, and most dragons dismissed the rumors as fairy tales.Until now.Because it turns out the stories are true.And the other tribes are coming.”

Doesn’t reveal too much, but it’s still neat.

Rescue and Adoption

In the heart of the fairy mound, there were two identical cradles, each with an identical infant inside.

“One of these babies is the one you bore,” said a fairy. “The other is the changeling we left. You may leave our hall with whichever child you claim as your own. Choose wisely.”

“But they are both my children,” the human mother protested indignantly.

The fairies whispered amongst themselves in surprise and confusion. At last, one asked, “How do you mean?”

“I came to get back the child you stole from me, the one who is mine by blood. I never agreed to give my adopted child back to you.”

Perhaps her words touched the fairies’ hearts; or perhaps her stubbornness impressed them; or perhaps they simply found the argument amusing, novel enough to merit a reward.

She left the fairy mound, an infant in each arm, and brought them home.



This is the lie they will use to break you: no one else has ever loved this way before.


Choose wisely which court you serve. Light or Dark, Summer or Winter, Seelie or Unseelie: they have many names, but the pith of the choice is this: a poisoned flower or a knife in the dark?

(The difference is less and more than you might think.)

Of course, this is only if you go to them for the granting of a wish: to save your father, sister, lover, dearest friend. If you go to get someone back from them, or—most foolish of all—because you fell in love with one of them, you will have no choice at all. You must go to the ones that chose you.


Be kind to the creature that guards your door. Do not mock its broken, bleeding face.

It will never help you in return. But I assure you, someday you will be glad to know that you were kind to something once.


Do not be surprised how many other mortal girls are there within the halls. The world is full of wishing and of wanting, and the fairies love to play with human hearts.

You will meet all kinds: the terrified ones, who used all their courage just getting there. The hopeful ones, who think that love or cleverness is enough to get them home. The angry ones, who see only one way out. The cold ones, who are already half-fairy.

I would tell you, Do not try to make friends with any of them, but you will anyway.


Sooner or later (if you serve well, if you do not open the forbidden door and let the monster eat you), they will tell you about the game.

Summer battles Winter, Light battles Dark. This is the law of the world. And on the chessboard of the fairies, White battles Black.

In the glory of this battle, the pieces that are brave and strong may win their heart’s desire.


You already have forgotten how the mortal sun felt upon your face. You already know the bargain that brought you here was a lie.

If you came to save your sick mother, you fear she is dead already. If you came to free your captive sister, your fear she will be sent to Hell for the next tithe. If you came for love of an elf-knight, you are broken with wanting him, and yet he does not seem to know you.

Say yes.

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Some fractured fairy tale ideas...

- Cinderella went to the ball to kill the prince.

- “All hail Alice, the Queen of Hearts.”

- Rapunzel is the witch’s illegitimate daughter, and she is being kept safe from a king who would have her killed on sight.

- The Little Match Girl is a now phantom luring people to their deaths.

- Little Red Riding Hood is a werewolf.

- “So… You’re the Pied Piper, eh? I thought you’d be taller.”

- Princess Snow White and the evil Snow Queen? One and the same.

- “If you value your life, my life, the lives of everyone in this city… you won’t wake the sleeping princess.”

- The land of the Twelve Dancing Princesses is falling apart at the seams, and the rest of reality with it.

- A witch who made some bad decisions in her youth is forced to adopt and raise a child.

- After Jack the Giant Killer ruthlessly murdered their king and threw their world into turmoil and war, the inhabitants of the Sky Kingdom must rebuild their lives.

- “What… what is it?”
“A firebird – the last of her kind.”

GoT fanfic: White as Snow (Part II)

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Day 3 Prompt: Modern Day AU

Three Part Short Story Fanfic / Modern Fairy Tale / Modern AU


All audiences (Part I)

Teen (Part II)

Mature (Part III)

Read Part I (link)

Summary: A modern Cinderella Story of a child whose world is turned upside down after the death of a parent. This child made to feel inferior, and in servitude to their own family. Will the love of another help pull them out of their darkness.

PART II: Silver Spoons

++o+ Age 17 +o++

Daenerys and Jon kept in touch over the last two years, mainly exchanging the occasional email and a quick phone call on birthdays. The night of their first kiss was never discussed, as though it never had happened.

Another thing the young friends avoided was conversation about anything romantic in their separate lives. It was an unspoken rule between them. With Dany living in Chicago and Jon in New York, both knew that a romantic relationship would not work. So they enjoyed their friendship.

Dany did go on occasional dates, but nothing serious. There was never anyone that made her feel the way Jon did. No one that made her care enough. She wouldn’t even kiss them, she just knew it wouldn’t mean anything.

So why bother? She would always think.  

Jon had Catelyn Stark to contend with, she always made it clear that he was not part of the family. Just a burden she had to deal with on top of her own five children. The Stark children, as her five were called. The older Jon got, the more Catelyn expected of him. Jon’s junior year was especially hard. Robb took a year off school in order to study abroad and intern in Europe, without her first born around Catelyn had more time on her hands to concentrate on Jon.

To concentrate on all Jon was doing wrong that is. His responsibilities increased, nothing was ever done to her satisfaction. Jon barely had time to study, let alone date. There was never a girl that intrigued him the way Dany did. No one even came close to making him smile the way that only she could.


Dany stares at her laptop, controlling her urge to throw her cup of tea across the room. Hating what she is reading. It is so unfair, she thinks to herself. Hasn’t Jon suffered enough?  

Hi Dany,

I am being a coward today and telling you this in an email…

Every time you ask me about my plans for college, I either ignore the question or give you a half truth. I hate not being honest, especially with you.

Long story short, it has been decided that I will not be going the college route. Catelyn needs my help at home, especially with Arya and the boys and the money is just not there.

Please don’t be upset for me. I’m okay with the decision. Truth is, I don’t really want to discuss it. I hope you can understand.

Talk soon, Jon

Dany lowers her head into her hands, trying to control her emotions. She knows college is not for everyone, and that is fine. But what bothers her is that for years now she has known that Jon has dreamt of college. She knows he works so hard to get good grades and he is talented fencer on his school’s team.

Dany pulls up the main Targaryen Enterprises webpage, navigating quickly to the community outreach tab. Dany worked at her family’s company all summer and played an active role in managing the college internship program. She remembers their generous scholarship program, it is open to students from across the country to apply.

Her stomach falls, the deadline for application has passed. It would not be fair to take away from students that researched ahead of time and met the deadline.

Picking up the phone Daenerys calls the head of the scholarship program to ask for a favor. Even if she were to never see Jon Snow again, she knows she loves him and she wants what is best for him.

Her next step is looking up the staff list at the high school she knows Jon attends, pleased to see the staff list with photos is listed. Writing down the name and contact information of the school’s College Guidance Counselor she formulates her plan.

She will fix this, she has to.


“Jon!” Dany yells from the subway platform, waving her arms frantically. She is so excited to see him.

Jon’s smile is huge, seeing her he sprints over to meet her. Pulling her petite frame into his arms for a tight hug.

“I can’t believe you are here, you must be exhausted. How was your flight?” Jon asks, concerned that she may be too tired after her international trip to hang out. Dany used her spring break to fly to Targaryen’s offices in Paris, with college starting next fall she wanted to spend a week in the Paris office to experience international business, she is considering the major.

“I’m fine! Come on, let’s get something to eat,” Dany smiles. “Actually, do you mind if we just order room service at my hotel?”

Jon just smiles, agreeing to whatever she wants.


“Yeah, it was two months ago when my guidance counselor admitted that he had filled out the Clarke Foundation scholarship application on my behalf, I was just shocked. I’m just not used to anyone doing something nice for me,” Jon admits sadly, feeling a tightness in his chest. Meeting Dany’s eyes as she sits across from him at small table in her suite, he sees how much she cares for him. “It just means so much to me, I won this amazing scholarship based on merit. For my grades, fencing and all of my academic achievements.”

Clearing his throat nervously, Jon never talks about his feelings. “Like for the first time ever I did something right in my life.”

Dany forces her face to remain the same, although her stomach just dropped. She went to great lengths to set up Jon’s scholarship, and cover up her involvement. Hearing Jon explain how much it means to him and why makes her feel trapped. How can she take that away from him, would he even understand why she did it?

No, she can’t. She loves him too much, it is too late.

“That’s wonderful, Jon. I’m happy for you,” she says, looking away.

They continue to talk about college, upcoming summer plans. Dany is still deciding between Brown and Harvard, she was accepted into the early admissions program for both schools. She loves to hear about his siblings. Even Sansa is getting to be much nicer as she grows older.  

“She said what?” Dany laughs wanting Jon to tell her again how Catelyn stark stuttered in horror upon finding out about his full scholarship to NYU.  Dany smiles while cutting into her burger as Jon watches her closely.

“Are you going to eat that entire burger with a fork and knife? I may have just discovered the first thing I don’t like about your Daenerys Targaryen!” Jon laughs.

Dany blushes and gives him a small shove as she joins him in laughing. “No, I am just cutting it in half. It’s easier to pick up that way. Back to your story please, Catelyn’s head spinning off.”

Jon chuckles as he tells Dany again how furious his stepmother is that he will be leaving for college in the fall. Dany smiles happily, knowing her secret role in his story and glad to see him to alive and free.

Hours later, sitting on the couch and talking Jon and Dany finally discuss the elephant in the room.

“You are still the only girl I’ve ever kissed,” Jon blurts out, instantly regretting being so honest with her as her eyes widen.

Dany is shocked, because he is so handsome, girls must throw themselves at him all the time. She know she would if they went to the same school. But she’s also been in love with him since she was eight years old.

“Are you going to say anything?” Jon says, trying to break the tension.

Dany smiles at him and decides that sometimes actions are more telling than words. Moving slowly closer to him as he sits on the couch she watches his eyes carefully. Jon smiles and pulls her close, welcoming her into his arms.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship, but just for now…  Just for tonight.” Dany’s voice trails off as she decides to be bold.

Her heart racing as she sits on Jon’s lap, facing him. Before she can think of her next move Jon grabs her face and kisses her roughly. The moment his lips touch her, Dany feels as though she is on fire. Without hesitation their tongues begin a slow and sensual dance.

Her hands moving to touch his chest she loves how strong he feels under her hands. Jon holds her hips as they kiss, he longs to shift her closer to him. His dick is so hard, he wants to feel her pressed to him.

When Dany pauses to catch her breath Jon’s lips go to her neck, kissing and gently biting. She gasps loudly, wanting him in a way she has never experienced before.  

“Jon,” Dany moans, crying out his name as she rocks her hips. Rubbing her sex against him, feeling his hardness.

“Shit, Dany,” Jon hisses as his hips rise to meet hers. Suddenly his hands are roaming up and down her arms, and her back.

Feeling bold he grabs her ass and rocks her more tightly against him. Dany bites his lower lip in response, both groaning with pleasure and need. They continue kissing and touching each other for a while before Dany takes his hands and places them on her breasts groaning with pleasure as he immediately caresses her.

“Will you spend the night? I have an early flight back to Chicago in the morning…but I don’t want you to leave,” Dany whispers.

Jon studies her face, trying to decipher what she is asking.

Dany kisses him slowly, “I’m a virgin, I am not asking you to have sex. I just want you to be next to me tonight.”

“I was totally down with sex, if you had wanted that,” Jon deadpans. For a moment Dany is stunned and then she realizes he is joking.

Both laugh as they get up and walk to the bed, they don’t go any further that night. Jon pulls Dany in his arms and holds her as she falls asleep. Only then does he kiss her forehead, whispering “I love you, Dany.” Before letting go and sleeping himself.

++o+ Age 18 +o++

“You okay, Jon?” Robb asks his brother, genuinely concerned. Sure Jon is a very broody person by nature, but he has been incredibly cranky the last week. “You are still coming to my graduation party this afternoon, right?”

Jon fights the scowl, wondering how dense Robb can be and still have been accepted to Brown University. Jon is also graduating, having walked to get his diploma right next to Robb in fact…Snow and Stark as last names lined them up together. Yet this graduation party is for Robb alone.

Although Robb is a year older, his study abroad in high school puts him one year behind. He will be a freshman in college at same time as Dany and Jon.

Whatever, Jon should be used to it by now. Always a second class citizen, always ending up last.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jon painfully remembers his guidance counselor admitting that his scholarship from the Clarke Company was in fact from Targaryen Enterprises. Clarke being one of their subsidiaries.

Just finding out days ago, Jon has not fully processed the news. It was Dany that set all of this up, every last piece of the puzzle. There was never a scholarship, the money probably came out of her trust fund!

“Yes, Robb. I’ll be at your party. I wouldn’t miss it,” Jon snaps.

Must be nice to have so much money to just throw around.


Dany smiles nervously as she enters the country club banquet hall that Catelyn Stark rented for Robb’s graduation party. As her father needed to be in Manhattan for business, the timing of this party worked out well with their trip.

And Dany was anxious to see Jon again after so many months. Busy with her own graduation week in Chicago she hasn’t had time to email Jon, so she is anxious to see him today.

As she walks through the party, smiling at a couple of people that she has met over the years, she searches for Jon. Spotting him, surprised to see him staring at her intently and brooding she waves and smiles. Jon nods his head, motioning for her to follow him out the side door of the hall.

“Jon! I missed you, how are you?” Dany cries cheerfully as she leans in to give him a hug. She is surprised when Jon takes a step back.

“We need to talk, Dany,” Jon says coldly. “Let’s walk in the garden, no one is out there now.”

A sense of dread falls over Dany, she can tell he is very upset, angry even.

They walk in silence to the garden, now a safe distance from the banquet hall where no one will hear them.

“I really don’t appreciate being your charity case, Dany!” Jon hisses at her, all of the feelings he has been bottling in for the last week coming to the surface at once. “How could you do this to me?!”

Dany instantly feels sick, realizing he knows about the scholarship. “Jon, I wanted to tell you. I did! When we at the hotel, and then–”

“Why didn’t you then? What excuse do you have? You were too busy sitting on my lap and sticking your tongue down my throat,” Jon yells.

Dany’s eyes widen, shocked he would say that to her. Shocked he would throw their intimacy back in her face. Tears welling in her eyes. “Just let me explain, please.”

“You don’t get it, Dany! Why would you? You are Daenerys Targaryen, one of the wealthiest women in the US. Born with a silver spoon in your mouth!”

“That is not fair, just because I have money doesn’t mean that my life is perfect!” Dany cries, tears streaming down her face. She never imagined that Jon would ever be so angry to talk to her like this. “Jon, try to understand why I did it. I love you, I have loved you for so long and it has killed me all these years to see you mistreated! Your life is like a modern day Cinderella story, evil stepmother and all!”

Jon scowls, “So that makes you what? The prince that saves the day?! I never knew you could think so highly of yourself. Wow – you really are something, Dany.”

Wiping her tears, she tries again to explain. “It killed me that you wanted to go to college, it was finally going to be your time be free, to get away. And Catelyn tried to take that away from you. I had the means to fix things, so I did!”

“Don’t you get it? How can you not see what is right in front of you? The last ten years of my life has been lie after lie,” Jon pauses to control the shaking of his voice. He refuses to cry to her, not now. Not ever.

“For years I have had to just accept the lies told about me! That I was shy. That I was tired. That I was sick. That I preferred to be alone. Everything my family needed me to pretend to be, so they wouldn’t feel bad about pushing me to the side!” Jon is shaking with anger. “I just never expected something so deceitful, so calculated from you Dany.”

Dany bursts into tears, it is killing her to hear his pain and know she caused it. “I love you, Jon Snow. Please forgive me, please. I only did it because I care about you.”

“My answer is no. I do not forgive you,” Jon says coldly, Dany burying her face in her hands and weeping. “Being in love, does not justify your lies and manipulations.”

“Jon, please! If we can just–” Dany pleads until he cuts her off.

“Goodbye, Dany,” say as he walks back into the country club leaving her alone in the garden to compose herself.

As Dany returns to the party she is surprised to find her father holding a microphone and motioning for her to join him at the podium. Suddenly Robb and Catelyn are also at the front. As always, Dany does as told by her father.

“I know we are here for Robb’s graduation but we wanted to lift a glass to both Robb and my daughter, Daenerys Targaryen. Both of these fine young adults will be students at Brown this fall! Dany scans the party guests for Jon, he is nowhere to be found. In that moment Robb places a friendly hug around her shoulders as they pose for pictures.

Jon watches from the balcony, he hates the sadness that washed over him. Seeing Dany with Robb is just a painful reminder that she is out of his league. She always has been. It’s time he accepted it.

With resolution Jon know what he has to do.


The next Monday Jon calls NYU and lets them know that his financial funding has fallen through. He wants to cancel his enrollment. As the woman on the phone places him on hold he is shocked when the coach of the fencing team at NYU answers the transferred call.

Later, Jon hangs up the phone…stunned. Jon will be on a sports scholarship for being on the fencing team.

It’s a miracle…but then why does he still feel so bad.


Dany gets an email from the Targaryen offices the next day, advising her that scholarship recipient Jon Snow has turned down the scholarship. It is settled, Jon has turned his back on her and all of her money. That’s what he sees her as, a spoiled girl with a silver spoon in her mouth. She is heartbroken.

Ten years ago, they were just two kids eating cookies and milk in the kitchen of a funeral parlor.

She sadly wonders how things got so complicated.

+++o+ End of Part II of III +o+++

Author’s Note: Part III of White as Snow will be published for Day 04 of Jonerys Appreciation Week (Wednesday 9/27). Prompt: Angst

Thank you for reading, giving hearts and reblogging! Means a lot to me. xoxo

Reverse Fairy Tales
  • A prince with a love of the sea undergoes a terrible shipwreck and wakes, briefly, while being rescued by a mermaid. Obsessed now, he requests the help of a land witch and gives up his “charm” - looks and speech - for a tail. Silent, disfigured, and lost beneath the waves, he discovers that though he can breathe, every breath he takes feels like fire in his chest. Still, he hopes to find the mermaid who saved him and someday earn her heart… 
  • A young, beautiful wolf with a coat as red as blood is off to visit her grandmother - now living in another pack. She’s warned by her mother not to approach the path, for humans lurk there. However, the pup ignores her mother’s advice, lured away by a girl’s tempting treats, and later at dusk, when she finally arrives at grandmother’s, a whole group of hunters sets upon the pack… 
  • A young man is selected to keep a fearful ‘beast’ company, living in a castle far out in the woods. Yet when he arrives, he finds not a beast, but the most gorgeous woman the land has ever seen… one who claims to be under a spell. She is not human and utterly despises this form, but the spell will not be broken until someone loves her for reasons beyond her appearance. This man, gentle and well-read, may one day look past her beauty and if he does, he may still love the ‘beast’ that then springs forth…
  • A princess is told by her father that she must marry and a ball is planned to find her a husband. Angry and panicking, she flees to the edge of her kingdom where she finds a young man, living with two brothers and an abusive stepfather. These fast friends hatch a scheme: the princess will take one of the man’s shoes, claim it belong to her one true love, and send her father on a fool’s errand to find the ‘prince’ to which it belongs. In return she will help the man escape his family, if he wishes, at least for one night - at the ball. But when they dance together, more than friendship might form… 

Stephen Reid (1873–1948)

Scottish illustrator and painter who specialised in Georgian settings and costume pieces. (Wikipedia)

From our stacks: Title page and illustrations from The Magic Casement. An Anthology of Fairy Poetry. Edited with an Introduction by Alfred Noyes. Illustrated by Stephen Reid. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co., 1908.


FAIRY TALE AU: TsukkiYama PT. 2

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I

I am not sure how long this will be, but eeh, it’s something different to try out and I’m all about trying out different types of comics! (^__^) It might go way over the previous bi-weekly period, but it can be a special short-term little project I’d update from time to time. I’m excited! ☆

J.R.R. Tolkien fell in love with Edith Mary Tolkien when he was 16 and she 19. His guardian disapproved (both he and Edith were orphans), but they finally married when Tolkien was 24 — just a few months before he was deployed to the Somme.

The next year, Tolkien began composing the earliest version of a tale to which he would always return. It’s about the love of Beren, a mortal man, and Lúthien, daughter of the Elven King of the forest realm of Doriath. The disapproval of Lúthien’s father sends the two lovers on a series of perilous quests, but they rescue each other through bravery, music and love — with an assist from a magical dog.

Tolkien’s son, Christopher, proves an able guide through the story, three versions of which have been published in a new book.

‘Beren And Lúthien’ Reflects Tolkien’s Real Life Love Story

Where Did All the Fairy Godmothers Go?

It happened so slowly, most didn’t even realise it was happening.

The disappearance of the Fairy Godmothers.

Nobody knows where they went, but then again nobody bothered to ask. It seemed as though they’d always been there, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that no-one asked where they went until it was too late to get an answer. 

After all, the world was a big place and growing bigger every year. There were so many people. More than when the Fairy Godmother’s had first appeared.

More people than they ever hope could help. 

Magic could only do so much when they were so vastly outnumbered.

What was once commonplace became a lottery of sorts. Who would be amongst those lucky enough to meet a Fairy Godmother? To have all their dreams come true? Their problems solved? Who were the haves and who were the have-nots?

It didn’t matter how good a person was, all that mattered was being in the right place at the right time, crying the right amount of tears.

Really, it was inevitable that the backlash against Fairy Godmothers would rise over time, as the world grew bigger and fewer people got a chance at a magical happily ever after.

People always want a quick fix for their problems.

Yet, in the midst of the uproar, the anger, the envy, people forgot that Fairy Godmothers were people too. Of course, they weren’t entirely human, so it was easy to strip them of said humanity, to see them as these beacons of fate, handing out happily-ever-afters on a whim and leaving the rest of the population to rot.

It was easy to forget the fairies who had raised their children in secret.

Easy to forget the ones who loved and watched over the orphaned ones, as though they were their own.

Easy to forget the ones who protected them against the darker forces in the world, as well as those who wielded them.

Until, one day, people began to notice that it had been weeks since they’d spotted the familiar flutters of sparkling wings. There were no whispers of magical happenings at peoples’ doors, no rumours to spread. Cries for help went unanswered for everyone. It seemed at last that the world was equal- at least in terms of those hated magical shortcuts.

Some celebrated a return to fairness, others felt stabs of guilt at having pushed an entire group of beings into hiding. A few hoped they’d come back if only to help those less fortunate- who now seemed to be suffering more than ever in the fairies absence.

(There were certain murmurs among the younger folk, those who had been too small to ever be graced by fairies power, about how vocal those in positions of power had been in their hatred for the Fairy Godmothers. But those criticisms were quickly squashed by those who were louder, older, angrier.)

Weeks turned into months, months turned into years, and soon Fairy Godmothers were a distant memory. They became nothing more than stories to tell dazzled children, all with the understanding that Fairy Godmothers weren’t real- that if their children wanted a happily ever after, they would have to earn it like their forefathers before them.

Fairy Godmothers didn’t exist.

And their children would just have to accept that and move on.