Please Stop Calling Me Prince Charming
(Twisted wonderland RSA story)
Summary: One moment, she was living a perfectly ordinary life. Next, she was standing in the middle of Royal Sword Academy's entrance ceremony with no explanation, no way home, and one very confused headmaster.
Being the only girl at an all-boys school inspired by Disney's greatest heroines is strange enough. Somehow, it gets even stranger when the students begin calling her "Prince Charming." Not because a magical artifact said so, but because she keeps acting like one.
She insists it's just basic decency. RSA has other ideas.
Now, as friendships deepen and fairy tales become something far more real, the boys who first saw her as the embodiment of their dreams begin to realize they've fallen for the person behind the title.
She only has one request:
Please stop calling her Prince Charming.
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Ah, my cherished guardian,My radiant bloom.
Lifting others with thy noble heart.
Thou truly art the kindest of them all.
Wishing Well, deep and clear,Hear this earnest plea.
Guide me to the soul and hand.
That destiny has chosen for me.
A hand slams down on the screaming alarm clock. With heavy eyelids, Y/n slowly forced her eyes to focus on the numbers of the digital clock.
"Sh#t!" Y/n screams as she jumps out of bed.
Bath, dry, clothes, brush teeth, School bag! Y/n was practically a whirlwind running rampant in her parents' house.
"Y/n dear, please don't do anything too reckless on your way to school," Mother smiles as she holds up a paper bag lunch and a boxed lunch.
"I'll try, but I might need to run some shortcuts," Y/n said in a hurry as she tried to take the lunches.
Only for her mother to pull her into a tight hug. Y/n sighed, but a smile still crept on her lips as she returned the hug. Only then did her mother give Y/n the lunches.
"Take care, dear," Mother smiles as Y/n rushes out the door.
"Have a nice day, Mom!" Y/n shouts.
Y/n launched herself down the apartment stairwell, skipping entire flights at a time. Rather than following the stairs to the lobby, she grabbed the railing, swung herself over, and landed cleanly on the next landing below.
"Morning, Mrs. Garcia!" Y/n waved.
The elderly woman watering her plants barely looked up anymore.
"Morning, dear. Running late again?"
Without breaking stride, Y/n vaulted the final railing, pushed through the back exit, and disappeared into the alley.
She planted one foot against the brick wall, kicked off a dumpster lid, and scrambled onto the low retaining wall that divided the apartment complex from the neighboring parking lot.
A chain-link fence waited at the end.
She didn't slow down. One foot hit the fence. Then another. She climbed three quick steps before vaulting over the top, landing in a jog on the other side. The bus stop came into view and its doors were already closing.
"No, no, no—!" Y/n pumped her legs harder.
The driver caught sight of the frantic girl waving her arms and sighed before reopening the doors.
She stumbled aboard, slightly out of breath.
"Cutting it close again?" the driver asked with a huff.
"You have no idea." Y/n pants as she takes her seat
The doors hissed shut behind her. She had made it.
The roads were being repaired, so the ride was less than smooth. The bus jostled and rattled as the bus drives on the pothole-filled road. As Y/n tried to not to fly out of her seat, she noticed an old man struggling to hold onto the safety rail.
When the bus rocked once more, causing the old man to begin falling. Before she could even form a thought, she was moving and catching him before he could fully tip over.
"Oh, thank you, young lady," The old man said.
"Umm, why don't you take my seat sir," Y/n offered.
"Oh, are you sure?" The old man asked as Y/n helped him to the seat.
"I can take a tumble," Y/n sighs as she grabs the safety pole.
Only for a sudden halt, almost causing Y/n to fall. Thankfully, they held strong onto the pole.
"Sorry folks, the engine is overheating. So this bus won't be able to continue the circuit," The driver apologises.
Y/n groans and quickly dashes off the bus and down the sidewalk. All the different routes and shortcuts flipped through her mind as she tried to find the fastest way.
She took off at a sprint.
"Main streets are too crowded..." she thought
Her eyes darted around. The Park.
Without missing a beat, she cut across the grass, hopping a low fence instead of using the gate.
The shortcut was working. Until—
Y/n's head snapped toward the playground.
Two boys were laughing as they tossed a ragged doll over the head of a little girl, who was desperately trying to reach it.
She groaned. "...Seriously?"
She changed direction without slowing.
The boys barely had time to look over before one tossed the doll again.
Y/n timed it. Leap. Catch.
She landed in a crouch, doll tucked safely against her chest. She smiled as she stood, brushing herself off.
"I think this belongs to someone else."
The little girl's eyes lit up.
Y/n knelt just long enough to hand it back.
"There you go. Hold onto her tight, okay?"
The little girl nodded enthusiastically.
Y/n looked at the two boys.
"Come on, guys. You can find something more fun to do than making someone cry."
The boys exchanged embarrassed looks.
"...Sorry," the boys rolled their eyes
Y/n flashed them a grin. "Better be."
She checked the time. "...Ah! I'm really late!"
Before anyone could say another word, she was already sprinting away, disappearing down the park path as quickly as she'd arrived.
The park path ended at a waist-high stone wall. Y/n didn't slow down, One foot hit the wall. The next found the top.
She vaulted over it in one smooth motion, landing on the opposite sidewalk without breaking her stride. The morning crowds were already spilling into the streets.
She veered into a narrow alley. A stack of wooden crates blocked the way. Planting a foot on the lowest one, bounded to the next, grabbed a fire escape ladder, and swung herself onto the iron platform above.
Metal clanged beneath her sneakers as she sprinted along the fire escape, leaped across the gap to the neighboring rooftop, and rolled as she landed.
A pigeon exploded into flight. She dashed across the roof, hopped over laundry lines fluttering in the breeze, and jumped onto a low awning.
The canvas sagged under her weight before springing her toward a brick wall. Three quick steps carried her up the wall. She kicked off, caught the edge of a balcony railing, swung beneath it, and dropped neatly onto another fire escape.
Below, pedestrians went about their morning as if none of this was unusual.
"...She's doing it again."
"How does she keep getting up there?"
The rooftops gave way to another alley as she spotted her destination below.
A tiny street food cart sat tucked between two aging brick buildings, its colorful sign faded from years in the sun. Steam curled lazily from a battered pot while an elderly man fussed over the day's ingredients.
Y/n hopped onto the ledge and dropped the full story into the alley. She landed in a crouch, stood up like nothing had happened, and beamed.
"Morning, Mr. Fredricksen!"
The old vendor didn't even flinch.
"You opened early today."
"You arrived dramatically late,” The old man huffed. “ Punctuality is important. It’s best to learn that.”
“I know, I was up all night studying. So,” Y/n smiles walks over.
“ manage your time better. Taking good care of yourself is also important,”Mr. Fredricksen said grumpily.
“I do, and I stopped by to drop off some lunch for you. Since you’re so good at taking your own advice,” Y/n chuckles as she places the paper bagged lunch in front of him.
“ You should stop worrying about this old man, and we’ll focus on your own future,” Mr. Fredricksen huffed as he took the paper bag.
He rummaged around on the cooking stove a bit, and tossed her a small bag of Taiyaki.
“Thanks Mr. Fredricksen!” Y/n thanked as she started to rush off.
“ stay in School, study hard, and don’t go marrying a Bum!” Mr. Fredricksen shouts after her.
“Wouldn’t dream of it!” Y/n shouted back as she round the corner.
After dodging and weaving around people, waiting for her by the cafe was Yuu.
"There you are! I was this close to just leaving, so I'm not late. Again," Yuu scolded as Y/n ran over to them.
"Sorry, I overslept, than the bus broke down, so I had to find a shortcut-"
"Yeah yeah. This is the 7 fourth call this month. This is the last time I wait for you," Yuu said with huff, when Y/n held up the fresh Taiyaki.
"I got you something." Y/n smiles as she sees Yuu smell the fresh food. "Straight from the great Mr. Fredricksen himself. He made your fav."
"How dare you bribe me," Yuu says, but their stomach seemed to appreciate the payment. "You're lucky you're my favorite person."
"I know, you'd never forget me," Y/n teased.
"I remembered you're incapable of making it to school on time." Yuu called out.
"I can make it on time." Y/n shot back
Yuu raised an eyebrow. "...Without stopping to help someone?"
Y/n opened her mouth...."That's different."
"You know," Yuu said with a grin, "one of these days you're going to save one too many people and miss something really important. You're allowed to think, 'Not my problem."
"Yeah, but at least I'm your problem," Y/n chuckles.
Yuu smiles as the two walk side by side. They talked about plans and traded answers to a few tests they were probably going to take today.
"So," Y/n said between bites of Taiyaki, "what's your plan after class?"
"Probably video games," Yuu said simply
"I have a high score to beat," Yuu argues
They both laughed as they reached the intersection; the pedestrian light blinked.
Yuu checked the signal. "We should hurry."
"Race you?" Y/n challenged.
"Absolutely not." Yuu shot it down.
"I'm scared you'll trip."
Y/n grinned as she sped across the traffic cross. Yuu tried to catch up to her when Y/n started to glow. Before she could finish, brilliant light enveloped her.
"Y/N?!" Yuu shouts as she runs to her friend
Then the world vanished. As Y/n bursted into golden dust. Yuu stared at the empty space where their friend had been just moments before.
A frantic shout rang out behind them.
"LOOK OUT!" someone shouted
The sound of galloping hooves echoed through the street.
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The gentle and radiant bloom of good,
You are the kindest, the fairest in this world.
Well, oh well of dreams, who shines the brightest?
For thee, guided by the Well of Wishes,
Follow thy heart and trust in the voice that calls from within.
Light that warms even the coldest night,
Waters that heal even the deepest wounds,
Roots that cradle even the weariest soul,
Do not doubt the strength of your kindness,
Come now, let your light be seen.
Our time together is a gift to be cherished.
Hold fast to that hand, with all your heart.
“Was that everyone?” A red haired boy asked.
“I think so, there are a lot of new students this year,” A cute boy answered.
“Does that mean we can finally day?” A handsome boy yawned.
The reception hall from floor to ceiling windows lined either side of the room, their stained glass casting soft ribbons of sapphire, rose, and emerald across polished ivory stone. The floors gleamed with warm cream-colored limestone, veined with pale gold that shimmered beneath the sun.
The air carried the faint fragrance of blooming jasmine and lilies, while somewhere beyond the towering windows came the cheerful song of birds hidden within the academy gardens.
Between each column rose a towering stained-glass window, each crafted with a different crown framed by a princess that told silent fairy tales.
At the heart of the chamber stood the Well of Wishes. It rested atop a circular dais of white marble, reached by a short flight of steps. From the center of the well rose a sphere of shimmering blue light, suspended effortlessly in the air.
Golden pixie dust drifted from the orb in an endless cascade.
The last ripple faded across the Well of Wishes.
One by one, the remaining first-years stepped away from its gleaming waters, each greeted by cheers from their future dormmates. Above them, sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, scattering crowns and flowers across the marble floor.
Headmaster Ambrose folded his hands with a warm smile.
"Congratulations, gentlemen. May your years at Royal Sword Academy be filled with friendship, courage, and dreams fulfilled."
A gentle round of applause echoed through the reception hall. Students relaxed almost instantly; white robes rustled as groups began drifting together.
"So..." Rielle stretched with a grin. "Breakfast?"
Neige laughed softly. "You only just got here."
"I know, but ceremonies are so boring."
A ripple of laughter spread through the nearby first-years. Off to one side, Minajael watched the crowd with an amused smile.
"It looks like another successful year."
"As expected," Nalo (nala) agreed. "The Well hasn't changed in centuries."
"It never does," Maro (Megara) yawns.
"I wish more interesting things happened at these ceremonies," Alistair sighed.
The old professor barely finished speaking when the Well chimed. Not the gentle, crystalline note everyone knew.
The marble beneath their feet trembled. Every conversation died. Heads turned toward the center of the hall.
"...What was that?" Alistair gasped in awe.
The pixie dust surged upward. Instead of flowing peacefully into the basin, rivers of golden light raced backward through the carved channels in the floor, climbing toward the Well as though time itself had reversed.
The suspended blue orb above the Well began to spin.
Faster. Its gentle glow became blinding.
Faculty members exchanged uneasy glances. Headmaster Ambrose's calm expression vanished.
"Everyone, stand back." The Headmaster commanded,
No one moved. They couldn't, as the light had become impossible to look away from.
Golden motes spiraled through the chamber like a thousand shooting stars before converging into a single brilliant column that erupted from the Well and pierced the domed ceiling.
The stained-glass windows shimmered. The flowers carved into the marble seemed to sway in a wind no one could feel.
The room fell utterly silent.
A silhouette appeared within the light.
"...There's someone in there." Nalo gasped
"A person?" Maro squinted.
Slowly, almost reverently, the pillar of light began to fade. Suspended high above the Well was the figure of a girl.
She hung weightlessly, wrapped in ribbons of shimmering pixie dust that drifted around her like glowing petals. One sneaker dangled awkwardly from her foot, her backpack still slung over one shoulder as though she'd been plucked from the middle of an ordinary morning.
She blinked against the sunlight, looking down at the dozens—
Hundreds of unfamiliar faces stared back at her.
"...This isn't my school."
The magic gently lowered her toward the marble dais.
Her shoes touched the ground with barely a sound.
The last flecks of golden light danced around her before dissolving into the air.
For several long seconds...
The Well of Wishes, a relic that had faithfully welcomed students for generations, had never once summoned anyone.
Much less someone from another world.
Y/n looked around the breathtaking hall, then down at herself, then back up again.
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