You held tight to the cape around your shoulders as you walked through the woods, back to your house. You saw Grace playing outside, her stuffed rabbit in hand. Smiling to yourself, you decided not to worry her about what had just happened. Ever since those strange people came to visit, things had started to change.
The girl who called herself Emma had said that they came from a different world. That you knew to be true, but you still didn’t understand how. With them, they brought strange piece of machinery, and many different styles of clothing. When you took them in, you nearly fainted.
Today, you almost fainted again. You were collecting wood for your fire, when one of the boys, barely older than Grace, came up to you. He introduced himself as Henry, and immediately began asking you questions about your life. When he was finished, he left you with one ominous tiding.
“Someone’s trying to change your story, be careful.” He ran off again before you could ask what he meant. You hightailed it back to your home, hoping to talk to Jefferson. You dropped your cloak once you came in your kitchen, and got used to the coldness of just wearing a dress.
Jefferson came home about ten minutes later, and smiled at you happily. You smiled, too, just less than his. You stood up as he walked towards you, and placed affectionate kisses across your face.
“Hello, love,” he said.
“Hi!” Grace ran in and rushed into her father’s arms. He picked her up, and grinned at her, too.
“How are my two gorgeous girls?” he asked. Grace beamed back at him, and started telling him stories of her day. You listened and nodded along. Jefferson would look over at you ever few minutes, and you would smile at him. He could clearly tell that something was bothering you, so he asked Grace to run off to her room and get a tea party set up. She smiled happily and rushed to the top of the stairs.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at you seriously. He was frowning now. You took a deep breath and he reached for your hand, rubbing it softly with his thumb.
“Someone came up to me today. One of the boys from the other world. He told me to be careful, because someone is trying to change my story.” Jefferson furrowed up his brow.
“What does that mean?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but he seemed really worried about it.” He nodded and thought for a moment.
“Well, let’s find out. Get your cloak.”
“What? Right now?”
“Yes. I have seen things that should be impossible, inside this hat. I have seen dark, strange magic. If this boy says you are in danger, I will take him at his word. I don’t want any harm coming to you,” he said, cupping your cheeks. You gave into his hand and smiled. He felt warm and safe.
You packed up a few provisions while Jefferson went to take Grace to the neighbors. He promised that you would be back in a few days. He came back, and picked up your bag. You put on your cloaks, and you were off. He didn’t really have a place in mind, but new that if you found the strange people, you would find your answer.
For a day, you just traveled. You slept on a hard, rocky floor, and then started walking the next day. It was nearly nightfall when you stumbled across the group. They were setting up tents of their own, and smiled when you walked up.
“Hello,” one of the men said, a charming smile spreading across his face.
“Hello,” you said. Jefferson nodded politely.
“What can we do for you?” a woman, with raven black hair asked. You and Jefferson exchanged a look, coming to the agreement that you could probably trust these people.
“I’m Y/N, and this is my husband, Jefferson. Um, is there a younger boy here?” you asked, looking around the camp. The two people in front of you that were clearly a couple looked at each other and then around the camp.
“Henry!” The same boy from before popped his head out of a tent, followed by a woman with blonde hair, most likely his mother. He smiled at you and walked forward eagerly.
“Y/N!” he said excitedly. “I knew you’d be back! What are you doing here?”
“Well, Henry, I have some questions for you. First of all, how do you know my name?”
“My book.” He ran back over to his tent and pulled out a big storybook. He rifled through it and handed the book to you, open on a page with your face in it. Jefferson snatched it from your hand before you could give it a good look.
“What the hell is this?” he asked angrily. The blonde woman stepped in front of Henry.
“Hey, watch it!” she said.
“Why don’t you let your kid explain what the hell my wife’s picture is doing in your book.” You put a hand on his chest and he let out a breath.
“Please,” you said, looking at the blonde. She nodded and looked back at Henry.
“In the world we come from, your lives are just stories. You, the Mad Hatter,” he said, pointing to Jefferson. “Even my grandparents, Prince Charming and Snow White,” he said, motioning to the couple from earlier.
“You’re Snow White?” you asked in shock. She nodded and smiled slightly.
“Okay. So we’re characters in a book,” you said, trying to understand it. “But who’s trying to change my story?”
“That would be August.”
“Who’s that?” Jefferson asked, getting fed up.
“Who?” you and Jefferson asked at the same time. The blonde laughed and Henry sighed.
“It doesn’t matter who, it matters that he’s trying to change your story. If he gets a hold of this book, he can change everything about your life. Who you are, who you’re with, everything.” You looked over at Jefferson nervously.
“What do we do?” he asked.
“We have to find August and convince him that what he is doing is wrong.”
“How do we do that?”
“We know he’s somewhere in the Enchanted Forest,” Prince Charming said. Jefferson looked down at you and frowned. You shrugged.
“How can we help?” he asked.
“Help us track him down,” the blonde woman said. “When he sees that you both have a life-”
“He’ll just do it to someone else,” you said.
“We’re hoping to convince him otherwise,” Snow White said.
“And if you don’t?” No one answered that question of yours, but they all gave forewarning looks.
When you finally found August, it was nearly a week later. Jefferson had been stressed out the entire time. For the obvious reason of searching for August, and for the fact that you had to leave Grace for a while. He was the most eager to walk into the house of August.
The house was deep in the woods, surrounded by tall, tall trees. There was a deep purple door at the entrance, that you knocked on hesitantly.
“You’re gonna knock?” Jefferson asked. You shot him a look and resisted the urge to knock the hat off of his head.
“What would you do?” you asked.
“Walk in.” He tried to turn the knob, but it was locked.
“Now what?” you asked with a cocky smile, looking up at him. The door opened a moment later so you didn’t have to wait for his answer. A tall, dark haired man opened the door, a pained expression on his face. Emma stepped forward and smiled at him.
“Emma,” he said.
“What are you-”
“You know,” she said firmly. You shifted nervously, tugging on the sleeves of your dress. He looked behind her and his eyes trailed on you and Jefferson.
“Then you know I don’t really have a choice.” He motioned down to his leg and you saw that it was entirely made of wood. You clutched onto Jefferson’s arm in shock, but he stood firm.
“You do have a choice. You can leave Y/N out of it,” he said, stepping towards August. The other man puffed out his chest and stared at your husband. You pulled Jefferson back.
“I think we can talk this through,” you said, looking at Emma, hoping for a little logical support. She nodded.
“Yeah, come on, this is ridiculous, August. Just let us in, and we can talk about this.” He groaned but opened the door wider. You all piled in and sat awkwardly around the couch. “Why do you think you can do this?”
“It’s the only choice I have. If I can get someone to fall in love with me, I can break the curse.”
“And you couldn’t do that in traditional ways?” Jefferson asked.
“No. Not in a timely fashion.”
“So you’ll just take that which you can’t achieve away from someone who already has it?” August shrugged and Jefferson stood up and charge him, punching him square in the jaw.
“Jefferson!” you said, standing up and pulling him back. August held on to face as he looked at the group.
“If there was another way-”
“There is another way, August. We just have to find the tree that I was brought to our world in. If we put you in that, we can reverse it all.”
“How long should I wait, Emma?”
“Long enough for me to tell you why this is a bad idea.” He looked you up and down, and you had to stop Jefferson from trying to punch him again. “Have you ever truly loved someone?” you asked.
“Yes. I’m not heartless.” Jefferson scoffed but you ignored him.
“How would you feel if someone took that away from you? Pretty awful, right? Well, think about how terrible it would be for this other person. The person who loves you back. They have to live without you now, too.” August looked uncomfortable and was no longer making eye contact. “I know you’ve met my enthusiastic husband, but I also have a gorgeous step-daughter I would like to get home to. Please don’t do this. Let us help you in a way that doesn’t harm anyone else.”
Jefferson took a deep breath from behind you, and you could feel how tense Emma was, just sitting next to her. August was chewing his lip, deep in thought. If he said no, you didn’t know what you would do. You thought you had made a pretty compelling case. You hoped, at least.
“I don’t have much time,” he said, mostly to Emma. She nodded.
“It’s okay. We work well on time crunches.”
“You promise you’ll help me?”
“Of course.” He nodded and looked at you.
“I’m sorry.” You smiled and looked back at Jefferson. He nodded but didn’t look at August. “Go back to your daughter,” he said, looking at you. You smiled and stood up.
“Well that was stupid,” Jefferson said as you two walked back hand in hand. You laughed and nodded.
“If he was going to be so easy to convince I wouldn’t have joined them,” you said.
“No, it was a good thing you were there. You have a special way with people. They can’t help but love you.” You smiled up at him and he kissed your lips softly.
“I love you,” you said.
“I love you, too.” The walk to your house from August’s wasn’t that far, and soon you saw the familiar cottage. You breathed in the fresh air and smiled to yourself. You were finally home.
“I’m sure Grace will love to hear this story,” you said.
“Of course she will,” he said. “It’s our story.” You beamed at him once more and tried to keep from sprinting towards your home. You knew you were home when you heard a shout.
when people just. have such an unabashed love of something and it’s just. So pure and never dies.
for example. My father is not a gamer. He doesn’t really play games outside of sports stuff.
But he loves Resident Evil 4. Not Resident Evil 5. Not 3 or 6. Just. 4.
When I was little he’d play that goddamn game over and over and over again to the point where he was a multi-millionaire in-game, and had all the best weapons and everything maxed out even though he wasn’t even good at games and completing a segment for the first time would take him upwards of 3 hours. I memorized where literally everything was so I could help him while he played, that’s how much he played it. We had an entire memory card full of only his RE4 saves, colored differently than the normal black ones.
And now? That the HD remake came out? He’s played it again, 6 times and counting.
okay but have you thought about divorced dad Mr. Krupp
*slams my fist on the table* THIS IS THE CONTENT I AM HERE FOR
Oh. My God. Oh my God? Oh!! I love this!! Imagine him with….a child. And he would be The Most Bitter ex omg—Can you imagine? How dare you!! I have so many Thoughts and Feelings flowing through me right now
I was just about to say “aww can you imagine someone calling him Daddy!!” but then I was like. uh yeah half of y’all probably!!
wow. I need to think about this more. Consider he’s got a kid around 8-10….and they stay with him for the summer or something and then come back after playing outside like “Dad!! I made some friends today!! They have a super cool treehouse–”
And Mr. Krupp just whips the fuck around like nnnnnnnnnOPE DO NOT EVER PLAY WITH THEM YOU ARE BANNED FROM THAT TREEHOUSE!!
omg. I LOVE THIS. Guys. Give me fucking DDMK (Divorced Dad Mr Krupp obviously!!!!)