a collection of oneshots of your favorite characters as your favorite fairy tale characters from my tumblr, starryevermore.
[18+ MINORS DNI, THIS INCLUDES EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT]
summary: in which ransom drysdale is the prince and you are the frog.
word count: 1,352
warnings?: mention of adultery between ransom's parents, mention of being cursed, reader is a snarky little shit, not proofread
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ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a land far far away where a spoiled prince lived. Hugh Ransom Drysdale got everything he ever asked for, everything he ever needed, everything he ever wanted. He was second in line for the throne, right after his mother, and he made sure to use every single resource he had at his disposal. Wanted a new castle built? Being planned the second he asked. Wanted a designer's entire collection? Already his. Wanted to buy out a bar? Done at the snap of a finger. Because of that, he had a tendency to, well, act like he deserved everything. After all, who would tell him no? No one had the audacity to do it.
But still, there was something missing from his life. He just couldn't put his finger on it.
He was going on his daily walk around the grounds when everything started to change. Ransom was typically left alone on his walks. He didn't require the same level of surveillance as other members of his family—you know, the batshit crazy ones. He only ever stoked the flames of their insanity and had a somewhat level head while out on his own. Plus, he was half-convinced that all of the guards were terrified of him.
Good. They should be.
But, then he saw—no, heard—something that made him question his own sanity.
"Hey! Hey, you! Tall guy!"
Ransom looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. But there was no one around that he could see. He was, as far as he knew, completely alone.
"Down here!"
Slowly, Ransom looked down. Still, there was no person. Only a small frog perched on a rock. He scoffed, rolling his eyes, thinking that he was being tricked. He started to turn to leave, to continue on his walk, when the voice came again.
"Don't you ignore me!"
He looked back, his lip curling. "I wouldn't ignore someone who wasn't hiding."
"You looked right at me!"
He frowned. Had he? No, he couldn't have. There was no person. Only a—Oh.
"Don't tell me you're the frog," he said, glancing down at the little creature on the rock. That was definitely a frog. No way in hell that that could be a person. Right?
