“A crown to wear in grace and beauty as is thy right, and royal duty.”

Do you truly believe that a man educated at Eton, with an illegitimate claim to King Charles the II’s throne and a dream of marrying a princess, wouldn’t pursue that dream?

Aladdin x Hercules: no propaganda submitted.

Aurora x Hook: "I have way too many notes on this ship, so I decided to share one of my absolute favorite paragraphs I’ve ever written. It’s from a fic I wrote about them. ^^

From that moment, something delightfully strange bloomed between them. He didn’t want her soft nature to be swallowed by the coarseness of his world, so he kept her like his most precious treasure—pampered and spoiled. And she gave him something he hadn’t known he needed: someone who saw and cherished his more refined side. She sang for him and the crew—but mostly for him. Her voice paired beautifully with his piano-like accompaniment, a duet that felt like a dream."

Send me a fake fic title and I'll come up with a summary!

It isn't that Prince Phillip isn't good. He's stalwart and stubborn, but he's never known hunger, or the lumpiness of the mattress, or the constant struggle and anxiety that comes with realizing that if you don't mind things, those meant to protect you might burn the house down around you. Aurora tries to smile through it, reunited with the family that she doesn't remember or have any feeling toward.

You cannot make me love you. I can scrape myself away, par down to the bone trying. I can prostrate myself—here, before you!—and rip my heart out of my ribs so that you may hold it in your shaking milk-white hands. And if I do not want your heart? I will give you anything, my dark and darling wife. Anything you ask. What would you have of me? What would you have?