#jakob grimm

[nervouslittlewreck]

I was today years old when I realised Reckless' Jacob & Will are Cornelia Funke giving us Jakob & Wilhelm Grimm? As in, the brothers Grimm, authors of multiple folk / fairytales?!

[rosesloveletters]

Seven.

pairing: fairy!xreader x jakob grimm

word count: 1,771

warnings: none

summary: a young fairy remembers their favorite playmate from childhood, soon discovering their fondness has grown into something much more. 

notes: hello!! I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything & this is probably not what anyone was expecting me to post, but I was reading @ledgersdoll​ ‘s fic about Jakob with a fairy!reader & it inspired me to come up with something similar of my own. this is based off of one of the actual brothers grimm tales about fairies & that is where much of the lore is inspired from. if you want to give your read the same vibes as when I wrote it, listen to seven by taylor swift while reading. 

unedited.

Humans and their race in kind knew little of the existence of mythical beings within their world, far less about more elusive ones who kept to themselves, survival fully dependent upon their presence going undetected, far below the radar of any suspecting, or unsuspecting, eyes.

It is common knowledge among the fairy world that humans are barred from learning of their existence. Only the purest souls of the most innocent beings, those of children, are allowed to set foot inside dwellings of the fair folk, but that hadn’t stopped many from attempting to uncover the truth.

Many children had been welcomed with open arms over the years and you had played and danced and ran with them, delighting in their bright spirits and gentle laughter as they bounded after you between the trees. For as long as you or your kind accompanied them, no harm or trouble would ever come.

The children would often forget their stay with the fair folk as they grew into adults, pragmaticism deducing these adventures into distant memories of perhaps playing make-believe with other children of their village or even the wandering dreams of a very vibrant imagination.

It was unheard of when along came one child who had never forgotten.

He had been a mere seven years old the first time he had come along, a coltish, clumsy young boy with wire glasses and a little journal clutched in his hands that he was always scribbling away in like if he didn’t get the words written down fast enough, he might forget and the tone with which they were spoken would be lost on the winds.

The boy, known as Jakob Grimm, had been interesting to you, a young fairy at the time of his visit. He was soft-spoken and very intelligent, far beyond his years it seemed. He was kind, just, thoughtful and giving; qualities of this kind, rare as they were especially among humans, made you feel safe. There had been a certain spark in his eyes then, a glimmer of something that only made far more sense now that you were both older.

There had been no question that you were more than you seemed to be and Jakob delighted in the magic and wonder that surrounded. He was enchanted by that, the raw beauty of the world in which you inhabited and the difference in appearance you possessed, when you felt secure enough to show to him.

Jakob loved the way your (favorite color) wings glowed when the sun shone through them like they were made of stained glass and he was spellbound by your (second favorite color) eyes sparkled when looking at him.

As you played beneath the warm summer sun and leafy boughs overhead, you came to know your Jakob quite well. Turns out, he had a brother who was only a few years older than him, but you had never met him. Jakob described him to you, telling you of his family back home until his dark brown eyes shone with pooled tears and he had to stop himself before he began to cry.

Jakob and this brother of his, named Will as you were told, had recently lost their dear sister to illness and in that moment your heart had broken for him. If you’d been made of glass, certainly you’d have shattered into a million pieces at his feet that day.

You comforted him then though you knew not why he wept so brokenly, not really, until you and he were much older.

You loved your Jakob, your gentle playmate whose heart knew no bounds and treated every living being with as much importance as you or him. Unlike any other child who had crossed paths with you or your village was he and you found that you preferred him far above any others for reasons unknown to you or perhaps you were simply unable to articulate them with the same accuracy he could have.

You knew then that he would be a writer when he was grown, knew from the way he told you things, describing them with vivid imagery and verbiage you had never heard spoken with such eloquence by a child before.

You couldn’t remember when Jakob had stopped visiting you or why, but you remembered him. It happened the same as it always had; one day he was there and the next, he wasn’t. Except, this time it pained you and you couldn’t understand why other than that you had enjoyed your time with him more than most, that much you knew for fact.

Every day would you picture him running alongside you, struggling to keep up and not lose his glasses along the way. You saw him in the trees, in the weeds, in the creek, in every beautiful thing…were there still beautiful things?

How often you thought of him. As days soon became months that turned into years, you couldn’t recall his face, but you still had love. The tides of time had taken away your best friend and that was alright, so long as he felt the love too. Wherever he was now, you were certain that he must. You could sense it in the way the willows bent with the wind, extending their branches towards the water reflecting your face in the moonlight. You felt it in your heart of hearts that he must feel it too.

Neither of you had known it then, but your paths would soon cross again.

It had been another sunny summer day beneath the thick canopy of the ancient German forest, and you were soaking in the sun’s warm rays, tasting both tart and sweet berries that grew on plentiful bushes near the ravine. No humans ever came this far into the forest; you were safe here, or so you had initially thought.

You hadn’t seen him at first glance, seated in the shade of a tall tree, quill poised above a fresh page as he paused in thought of what was to come next in an infinite stream of consciousness and prose. He muttered thoughtfully to himself as he considered one sentence after another, adorably shaking his head in the negative if it did not sound to his liking. Only did his quill begin to move effortlessly across the page once more when he deemed it proper to begin again, structure and voice carefully crafted to perfection, his perfection. His beauty. His image.

You watched the young man from behind a tree, eyes carefully trained on him as he paid no mind to what was around him. Presently, you noticed that he wore the same round glasses which your Jakob had worn all those many years ago and as he had then lifted his head to push them further up the bridge of his nose, you gasped in recognition.

The slight noise of surprise must’ve startled him, for he looked up in an instant, eyes scanning the trees for any sign of movement or indication of another presence in his midst. Something told you he knew that you were there, as you pressed yourself against the trunk of the tree where you were hiding, waiting for him to return to his work.

You knew the repercussions if a grown human were to see you, although most adults lacked the ability to do so. While children had open minds and bright imaginations, much of that became lost within the aging process and adult humans were much more skeptical of what they could not see or prove its existence.

Though there had been something different within Jakob and even though time had ripped him from you much too soon, you remembered him. Years of lost time had brought him back to you now and once again would you know his face anywhere. It mattered not what you had been told or how humans were to perceive you; Jakob was different. You knew there was no way he could forget you. You did not want to forget him ever again.

“Is someone there?” his soft voice called to you through the trees and you knew it was him. You would have recognized the voice, aged by adulthood and much deeper than the child’s voice you remembered from your youth, but the inflections remained the same.

You stepped out from your hiding spot without a another thought and the second you had done so, a wild wind whipped past like an expulsion of air from lungs. You knew what it meant: you had knowingly exposed yourself to an adult human and therefore, your village was bound to flee and relocate somewhere safe.

If you did not hurry to catch up, you would be left behind. You knew the repercussions, you knew them well, but it did not matter. From the look on his face, Jakob knew them too, a distant memory resurfaced due to the reconfirmation of your existence and the onslaught on his senses that had caused.

He was standing there now, journal discarded at his feet, and he stumbled over his words then like he used to when he was younger and filled with such excitement he could hardly get the words out.

“Y/N…?” he had barely gotten the name past his lips and his face was taut with recollection, vindicated somehow like his entire existence felt like a lie until this very moment. Something snapped into place, but the costs did not slip his mind; you had given, essentially, your life for him. Everything you had known before him and since, you no longer knew, but he did. He was your future and Jakob knew it without affirmation.

Melancholy in reality, your reunion was, but you threw yourself at him then, arms around his neck as you held him to you. It was no question whether he saw you or not or why. Your heart had missed the other, Jakob’s softness the counterpart of your own. No question whether you had been real or not; he had always known.

He pulled you to him and fond kisses spilled upon your cheeks, like gentle pattering raindrops; how long you’d waited for this very moment, to be kissed by him, to be held in loving arms. You missed the unusual boy you had grown to love in childhood and yearned for in adulthood. Nothing had ever felt so right.

Your Jakob had always believed in magic and the unknown. Seeing wasn’t always believing and you could speak to that sentiment, as there was much you knew and more you didn’t, but one thing was true: he was yours before you’d known you were his.

[lovelyledger]

Ledger!Characters + Being Tipsy

tw // alcohol mention

Characters included: Patrick Verona, TDK Joker, William Thatcher, Tony Shepherd, and Jacob Grimm

Patrick Verona (10 Things I Hate About You)

Patrick is a casual drinker. He enjoys going to tiny, hidden bars around town to play pool and be in the company of other people his age. Or in most cases, people twice his age. He isn’t complaining though. He keeps to himself anyway. It is rare that he ever drinks too much. He is very self-aware of how much alcohol he can consume and almost never gets tipsy or drunk. Holding his liquor is not an issue unless it is one of those nights.

Those nights are either special occasions (like the incident that was your 21st birthday) or when his inhibitions just get the better of him. But don’t be fooled by his harsh exterior. It is a well known fact that when Patrick Verona crosses into tipsy territory, he becomes a great big cuddle monster. As much as he tries to hide it in the beginning, it is no use. The fluffy beast inside of him bursts out of the cage and hugs and hangs all over everyone who is in his general vicinity for the night.

You love it when you get to see this side of him. It is uncommon that Pat lets his guard fall down around others, let alone be tipsy in public. He has his arm around your waist for most of the night and sneaks quick kisses on your cheek here and there. You secretly think he likes being this flung open for the whole world to see. It’s freeing to feel that energy from him, even if it is such a rarity.

TDK Joker (The Dark Knight)

J doesn’t drink. He has other vices like smoking or tormenting the citizens of Gotham City every day of the week. You know his reasoning for never consuming alcohol. It is a simple ideology. He has more important things to do than sitting on his ass drinking alone or with others. It’s his worst nightmare and just not his vibe… 

Okay, he might have the occasional glass of wine or bourbon if you are around. Or if it has been a long day and he wants to share a drink with some of his goons after a successful mission. Or if he is stressed and needs a break from the constant rattling in his brain.

Unlike most humans, J is very unaware of his limits to different types of alcohol. He never drinks to the point of being drunk so his brain doesn’t retain the information from times previous. He remembers the broad strokes, but can never remember how much he can handle until it is far too late. 

It is actually kind of terrifying seeing the Clown Prince of Crime be so quiet and still. All of his manic energy dissipates and all that is left is a solid figure falling deeper into the rabbit hole to Wonderland. He prefers when his brain is on autopilot. It means that he can be reckless without having to consciously make certain choices. For you on the other hand, it is a nightmare.

J will try (key word: try) to pull off the most outlandish and ridiculous ideas in the entire universe because he is continuously scheming even when he is tipsy. One time in particular, he got up and started to build something in the middle of the warehouse with a bunch of empty cardboard boxes and duct tape. When you asked what the fuck he was doing all he mumbled back was what sounded like, “human go-kart track.”

Needless to say, he passed out on the floor mere moments after setting the entire thing up. All of that reckless energy burns out pretty quick.

William Thatcher (A Knight’s Tale)

I don’t think this comes as a surprise, but Will drinks often! Traveling town to town for tournaments gets exhausting and spending the end of your night at a local pub is one of Will’s favorite ways to unwind. Most of the time the whole crew joins him, but other times it might be half the group or just you and him.

Will knows his limits when it comes to holding his liquor, but he doesn’t mind getting a bit tipsy. If he has a ton of jousting matches in the morning he won’t go too hard, but if it is a clear schedule the next day – all bets are off. He loves spending time with his best mates and drinking is such a bonding experience for all of them. Lots of good memories are made in cozy corners of dimly lit bars.

When Will has indulged a bit too much, he cannot stop singing and dancing. It is like he becomes a one man show with how much he randomly bursts into song while throwing his signature cheesy grin at you. Even after you leave the pub he will wander into the street and swing his arms around and dance with the air around him. It is truly a sight to behold.

Getting him to calm down and go to sleep is a whole other ordeal though. Will gets so full of adrenaline and excitement and wants to go do a million things at once. The group takes turns corralling him and making empty promises for the next morning to get at least an hour of shut eye. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Tony Shepherd (The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus)

Tony is a kind of tipsy that switches drastically back and forth on a scale of secretiveness to the most annoyed human on the planet. He doesn’t like to admit it, but it is hard for him to gauge the line between buzzed and tipsy. It is a very easy space for him to get lost in. He doesn’t know where or when he started to drink after a certain point. That can be confusing, especially for someone who was found hanging on a bridge one night and is now performing in a cheap circus act. Then again, when hasn’t he found himself in a magnitude of mystery?

It starts slow. He will act all sly and silly for a couple of minutes and then his mood gets put off by an unknown force. Suddenly, he will get very annoyed with everyone and everything around him.

One time, he basically tried to choke out a lamp because, in Tony’s words, “It was lookin’ at me all smug. I do not appreciate that one bit, love.”

It is definitely a true rollercoaster of emotions. By the end of the night he drifts off to sleep, still clutching the bottle of tequila in his arms.

Jacob Grimm (The Brothers Grimm)

Jacob Grimm likes to believe that he is not a lightweight and is invincible to the effects of European beer. Unfortunately, that is not the case.

After a long, hard day at work in whatever village he and Will are in that week, Jake likes to indulge in a drink or two just as any normal person would. The difference here is three beers in, Jake becomes astronomically sloppy. He stumbles over his words and gets even more animated than he is when sober. You find it incredibly endearing, while others shuffle away in hopes to drown out his overly loud speaking voice.

Will becomes even more frustrated when Jake starts to reveal their true intentions to the other locals in the pub. He cannot keep a secret for the life of him when he is tipsy, basically borderline drunk. The alcohol lowers his common sense meter in his brain and you or Will have to step in before you get thrown out of the town and knocked on your asses all together.

Besides the few minor flaws Jake obtains when he is tipsy, he really loves live music and having fun with you. Dancing the night away on the highest cloud in the sky right next to the stars.

[sergy-the-seregios]

Working From Home Late...

and also tired.

[perkwunos]

Grimms’ Fairy Tales

[princessjasminefliesaway]

jasmine’s hogwarts house v2 → ravenclaw 

“imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” - marilyn monroe 

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Heath Ledger, in The Brothers Grimm

[simplicius-simplicissimus]

A sunny, lazy day in Hanau😎

Marketplace (with market on every Saturday) and town hall (in the typical red stone of the region) in Hanau.

Brothers Grimm Monument – ​​the Brothers Grimm were born in Hanau and it looks like they are watching the happenings on the square.

“Language is the most ancient monument of a people’s history.“

-Jakob & Wilhelm Grimm, Grimm‘s Fairy Tales

Comment: The Brothers Grimm began collecting children's and domestic fairy tales in 1806. They were fancies which came from their circle of friends and from literary works.