THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT
Title: The Stroke of Midnight
Author: shyone
Genre: fluff
Pairing: You/Chachamaru
Rating: g
Summary: Not all princes are in search of a princess
Notes: a fairytale for Halloween, 'cause most of the little girls here have been dressed as princesses or fairies
Crossposted to chacha_nerds
THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT
Well, my lovely,” the fairy godmother said, “you’re all set. Just remember to be home by midnight.”
“I will,” Chacha smiled as he admired the beautifully dressed princess that looked back at him from the mirror. “Thank you so much!” He turned and gave the fairy a hug and kiss.
“Oh, my!” she cried in surprise, secretly pleased to be kissed by the young man.
Just then the doorbell rang. The carriage was waiting. Chacha climbed in and was soon swept away to the palace for the grand ball.
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Tall, handsome Prince You whirled his partner across the ballroom. She was pretty and felt light as a cloud in his arms. The Prince smiled at her, and kissed her hand when the music ended as she was instantly replaced by another hopeful young lady as another waltz began.
Just as yet another dance with another partner began, the Prince’s attention was drawn to movement on the stairs. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen walked regally down the stairs. She was dazzling with her long blonde hair curled and caught up with a diamond and pink sapphire brooch. Her gown of swirling shades of peach and pink allowed for discreet glimpses of trim ankles as she stepped lightly down. The Prince immediately left his partner and dashed to her side, holding out his hand. There was something about this stranger that absolutely captivated him. His interest was piqued as never before, and he danced every dance with the lovely, young lady.
It seemed as if no time at all had passed before the tower clock began to toll the midnight hour. The lovely princess looked about in fear. She tore herself from the Prince’s grasp and ran quickly from the ballroom.
“Princess!” Prince You called after her. She turned once to look back at him, and a tear traced down her lovely face.
As soon as she was out of sight she took off her shoes. “How do women run in these things?!” Chacha wondered. Just then he spied the Prince, and he picked up his skirts and started to run again. But the skirts hobbled him, and the Prince soon caught up, catching the lovely princess in his arms just as the clock struck midnight.
There was a “Poof” of faerie smoke as the spell was broken, and Prince You found himself holding a petite young man dressed in rose pants and coarse pink cotton shirt, holding a pair of worn boots. He tried to turn the man’s face to him, but the smaller man tried to pull away.
“No, don’t turn away,” Prince You said softly.
The smaller man looked up at him. “I’m sorry, Sire,” and he looked down in despair.
Prince You turned his face back to him, and kissed the other’s lips gently. He smiled and said, “Where do you live? I’ll take you home.”
“No, you don’t have to do that. I’ve already ruined your night.”
“No. I insist,” the Prince said, kissing him again. “I’m just glad you didn’t turn into a pumpkin,” he said with a laugh.
Prince You and Chacha were married within the month, and forever after Chacha was known as “princess” by his handsome tall Prince.
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fin
Author: shyone
Genre: fluff
Pairing: You/Chachamaru
Rating: g
Summary: Not all princes are in search of a princess
Notes: a fairytale for Halloween, 'cause most of the little girls here have been dressed as princesses or fairies
Crossposted to chacha_nerds
THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT
Well, my lovely,” the fairy godmother said, “you’re all set. Just remember to be home by midnight.”
“I will,” Chacha smiled as he admired the beautifully dressed princess that looked back at him from the mirror. “Thank you so much!” He turned and gave the fairy a hug and kiss.
“Oh, my!” she cried in surprise, secretly pleased to be kissed by the young man.
Just then the doorbell rang. The carriage was waiting. Chacha climbed in and was soon swept away to the palace for the grand ball.
~~~~~~~
Tall, handsome Prince You whirled his partner across the ballroom. She was pretty and felt light as a cloud in his arms. The Prince smiled at her, and kissed her hand when the music ended as she was instantly replaced by another hopeful young lady as another waltz began.
Just as yet another dance with another partner began, the Prince’s attention was drawn to movement on the stairs. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen walked regally down the stairs. She was dazzling with her long blonde hair curled and caught up with a diamond and pink sapphire brooch. Her gown of swirling shades of peach and pink allowed for discreet glimpses of trim ankles as she stepped lightly down. The Prince immediately left his partner and dashed to her side, holding out his hand. There was something about this stranger that absolutely captivated him. His interest was piqued as never before, and he danced every dance with the lovely, young lady.
It seemed as if no time at all had passed before the tower clock began to toll the midnight hour. The lovely princess looked about in fear. She tore herself from the Prince’s grasp and ran quickly from the ballroom.
“Princess!” Prince You called after her. She turned once to look back at him, and a tear traced down her lovely face.
As soon as she was out of sight she took off her shoes. “How do women run in these things?!” Chacha wondered. Just then he spied the Prince, and he picked up his skirts and started to run again. But the skirts hobbled him, and the Prince soon caught up, catching the lovely princess in his arms just as the clock struck midnight.
There was a “Poof” of faerie smoke as the spell was broken, and Prince You found himself holding a petite young man dressed in rose pants and coarse pink cotton shirt, holding a pair of worn boots. He tried to turn the man’s face to him, but the smaller man tried to pull away.
“No, don’t turn away,” Prince You said softly.
The smaller man looked up at him. “I’m sorry, Sire,” and he looked down in despair.
Prince You turned his face back to him, and kissed the other’s lips gently. He smiled and said, “Where do you live? I’ll take you home.”
“No, you don’t have to do that. I’ve already ruined your night.”
“No. I insist,” the Prince said, kissing him again. “I’m just glad you didn’t turn into a pumpkin,” he said with a laugh.
Prince You and Chacha were married within the month, and forever after Chacha was known as “princess” by his handsome tall Prince.
~~~~~~~
fin