Gabriel, current King of France, dreads the day his son, Adrien, marries his one true love and takes the throne. When Adrien meets and becomes besotted with Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Gabriel transports her to a different universe in Paris, where Hawk Moth is terrorizing the city with his akumas.
To protect herself and defend her new friends in Paris, Marinette becomes Ladybug, a superheroine with miraculous abilities.
However, Adrien follows Marinette into exile in Paris, and becomes the superhero Cat Noir. Without realizing they’ve found each other, Ladybug and Cat Noir fall in love again, but their hearts ache for the love they think they left behind.
.....there's even more of this AU now woops im so (not) sorry. (Feel free to click the images for some random captions !!)
Ok but drawing happy Stabs and Cheeky gives me so much life omg. And smol ship. And murdery Stabs///kicked away//
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OK, I will post my idea. So when I finished with final exam maybe I can tried to do something about it. This come up in my head after watching Enchanted with my friends.
My English skill is not good but I’m trying, so apologize for grammar errors that will be in this post.
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Cora,the powerful sorceress widow with 2 lovely daughters. Brave enough to seduced The Dark One and have him proposed to her. In the wedding day, she push her soon-to-be husband through the portal to another world and take the seat of the most powerful magic wielder in all the realm.
But one of her daughter doesn’t like what she did and plan behind the sorceress’ back to take her down. To push Cora off her throne for good, Regina team up with Rumplestitskin’s only son, Baelfire, to bring back the only person who strong and more powerful enough to do so , The Dark One himself.
Meanwhile, in the different world. After reach the end of the portal, Rumplestitskin found himself in the world that magic is unpredictable and doesn’t have much. Wounded, confused and raged by the betrayal with the fact that his so-called True Love shove him down the portal to another realm. After wandered around, trying to find the way back, he had been offered a help from the lady with bright blue eyes.
Belle French, a 26 years old lawyer lived in the little town called storybrook with her Foster daughter, 16 years-old Emma Swan. One day accidentally met a middle aged man in leather pants and something that look like crocodile hide vest wandered on the main street. So, she offer her help that make her quiet simple life changing upside down….
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So I plan to write my first Rumbelle fanfic with this idea… If I can convincing my friend to fixing the grammar for me….
Part 4 of this weird “comic” project i did jus because i need to take the Enchanted Yoi AU out of my sistem :’) the last two pages go back to Andalasia right when Yurio explained to the King that Viktor was missing ( without telling him what really happened ) I PROMISE TO DO MILA JUSTICE NEXT TIME I DRAW HER, SHE LOOKS REALLY UGH HERE JDJSKHS
Summary: In a universe very different from the one Charles is used to, you’re a bartender. But just because you live in a world filled with princesses and magic and singing chipmunks doesn’t mean life’s a fairytale - a lesson Charles is soon to figure out for himself. (A Charles Xavier Enchanted!AU)
Warnings: A couple swears, Charles is probably pretty ooc, my bad :3
Word count: 1500
A/N: I’m writing this for @hunters-from-stark-tower 's AU challenge, and I’m so so sorry it took so long!!!! I have like five drafts of this first chapter because I couldn’t find a good way to write it, but I think I’ve got a handle on it now :D I hope you guys like it!!
In hindsight, Charles really should have expected something like this to happen.
Well, maybe that was asking too much of himself, but when had any X-men fight not included a curve ball? He probably should have noticed that it was too easy from the start, and that something extraordinary and/or disastrous was on its way.
And he would say that he realized too late that they were all in terrible danger, except it wasn’t exactly too late because he managed to get in front of the blast sent towards Peter just before it smacked Charles dead-center in his stomach.
It’s not exactly a comforting feeling, being surged into darkness and waking to find yourself face-first on an old cobbled street. Charles thought that the most concerning thing was that the fight had disappeared. The fight which, prior to the sickening feeling of being dropped through miles of surging space, had encompassed him and his team.
After this initial curiosity, his second wonder was that he had never seen the street he was on before. In fact, there was no street at all back on the battlefield he had fallen unconscious on. It was all blaring sun and crumbling limestone, where as here there were fire-lit street lamps and ivy-strewn buildings lining old fashioned streets.
He thought that he was dreaming, maybe, or that the blow to his abdomen had been the last he would ever feel. Needless to say, that last thought left a bitter taste on his tongue as he pushed himself up on his elbows.
“Gaston, I swear to god, you get your inebriated ass home right this second.” When his grogginess faded slightly, Charles traced the angry voice to the other side of the street, where a mass of muscles straining against red fabric was grumbling in a similar position as himself. The woman standing over him with her arms crossed harshly didn’t look like a force to be trifled with.
“You know the rules, I’m not gonna have you harassing Belle in my bar unless you want to stumble home with a black eye and a fresh lick of sense in that empty skull of yours.” The guy mumbled into the brick road again and Charles watched her eyes roll and her arms unravel to grip her hips, like she was trying really, really hard to control her anger.
“Yes Merida is off limits! Now pick your sorry ass off this street and go home. You’re more trouble than your business is worth Gaston, one of these days I’ll stop serving you anything but tap water.” Sternly, she stood glaring at the Gaston guy until he had gathered himself off the hard road and stumbled out of sight. Then, just as she was preparing to turn and head back, she spotted Charles on the ground, looking equally unimpressed with a neatly arched eyebrow.
“Great, another stray. What exactly are you doing down there, stranger?” You asked loudly, taking a step or two closer. Charles gave you a sort of breathless grin, in a way that he was terribly confused and disoriented, and so breathing wasn’t quite a priority.
“I’m trying to figure that out myself, actually.” His voice was raspier than he thought it should’ve been, like he hadn’t used it in years. You gave him a strange look and he politely tried to cough it away. “Would you mind terribly, telling me where I am?”
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It seemed to be a common theme for you to be unimpressed. Charles had only known you for a good half hour, so maybe it was just your current mood, but as you helped him scrape himself off the road and all but hauled him inside your bar, it was the most you could do not to grumble.
“Awe Y/N, can’t we keep him?” Once he was set up in the back room, leaning heavily on the back of the chair he was left to collapse in, a handful of your waitresses decided to flood in and see what was going on.
“First of all, we don’t ‘keep’ them. Ariel, get away from him.” You whispered angrily, almost protectively. Meanwhile, Ariel prodded Charles like he was some sort of fascinating machine she’d never seen before. Her red hair fell over her shoulders in waves, but did little to hide the growing curiosity in her green eyes.
“But he’s pretty! Oh, what if he’s a prince?” She made a sort of gasp and clapped her hands together, twisting around excitedly. “What if he’s your true love? This is always how they happen!”
“Please get back to work. I don’t pay you to poke people and accuse them of having a soulmate.” You say flatly, waiting for her to tuck her hair behind her ear again before practically gliding out of the room, pulling Belle with her.
“Fine, but I’m calling it!” She practically sang, returning to the rowdy customers she had been neglecting.
Frankly, Charles was still trying to wrap his head around his setting, but all this talk of true love and royalty has his head spinning even harder.
“Sorry about her, she’s been here for years but she likes to pretend she grew her legs yesterday.” You sigh exasperatedly, falling into your own chair and staring Charles down curiously. In your bad mood you had hardly had a chance to size him up and figure out where he might have come from.
“Grew her legs?” Charles asked hesitantly, not sure if that was an expression he should be familiar with, or if it was just another strange thing about this town.
“Yeah, you know, 'cause that’s Ariel.” When he showed no understanding you went on. “Eric’s wife? The face behind that whole Ursula disaster years ago?”
“You mean, the fairy tale? The Little Mermaid?”
“Well that seems a little derogatory. I know she’s short and all but-”
“No, no that’s what her story’s called, which you should know, seeing as you’re citing it.”
“I’m what? Look, buddy, I have no clue what you’re on about, but if you don’t show my staff some respect I have no problem kicking you out of here like I did Gaston.” Charles sighed in irritation, pinching the bridge of his nose to clear his mind a bit. It wasn’t like him to get so worked up after such a short amount of time, but this entire situation seemed ridiculous.
“Y/N, was it? I’m don’t mean to disrespect anyone, but I really don’t have the time to play make-believe with you. My friends, last I saw them anyways, were in danger. And now I’m here, wherever here is, with no news on how they are or what state they’re in. So you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t believe you when you tell me I just had my cheeks pulled by a mermaid princess.”
“And I’m terribly sorry you’re inconvenienced, sir, but that’s not my problem.” Your tone is icyer now than it had been all night, and Charles might’ve been worried about this if he weren’t focussing all of his worry on Peter and Raven and everyone else. “In any case, you’re in my bar, the Jolly Roger.”
“Like the boat from Peter Pan?” If it was a themed bar, that would at least explain the weird fairy tale fixation you had. It seemed a reasonable enough explanation to him.
“My ship has nothing to do with that little punk, and I’d advise you to stray away from bringing him up under my roof.” You growled, making Charles scoot a little deeper into his seat.
“Look, I’m not a customer. I’m just looking for some directions to the nearest airport, please.” Charles pleads; his confusion doing little to help hide his annoyance. He didn’t have it in him to tag along with your kids stories, he needed to get back to his school and make sure everyone was okay.
“What on earth is an airport?”
At this point, Charles had lost all patience in trying to get a reasonable, modern response from you. He didn’t like using his powers on complete strangers if it could be avoided, but he wasn’t getting anywhere with you and your in-depth persona.
It wasn’t until he looked in your head and actually verified your confusion that the thought occurred to him; maybe you weren’t acting. Then he wasn’t sure which was a more concerning prospect; being alone in a room with a crazy amnesiac, or living in a world made up of fairy tales.
Then again, hadn’t weirder things happened in his own world? Where scientists turned into blue monsters and kids could shoot lasers from their eyes? What was so different about fairies or big bad wolves, when he could literally control a person’s mind with his own? In that case, wouldn’t he be able to find someone who could throw him back into his own universe, with a potion or spell or something?
So really, he just needed to find a witch/wizard and he’d be back home in no time.
You're in my arms, and all the world is calm
The music playing on for only two
So close together, and when I'm with you
So close to feeling alive
[[Hi. Mun re-watched Enchanted...again. And got permission to draw tHIS SMOL SHIP (very big ship tbh) I love them so much I---- tears into oblivion. (coughs feel free to click the images for some small captions!)]
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