Title: Fantasy Fairy Tales

Author: JeffroMattyHardy

Disclaimer: I own none of the original fairy tales, just the remixes I put here. I also own none of the characters. If I do, I'll tell you. But I own Alexis Michaels. She's mine.

Summary: A twist on the classic Disney movies and a few other ones. Jeff Hardy as the princess/heroine, and Adam Copeland as the prince/hero. Nothing good can come of this.

~.**.~

In a castle, hidden from the world by the woods, lived a prince by the name of Adam Copeland. He was unkind and didn't seem likely to change. Until one day, an old woman came up to his castle in search of shelter for the night, a rose as her payment. The prince scoffed at her and refused her offer. The old woman transformed into a beautiful enchantress, surprising the prince. He begged for forgiveness but the enchantress had already seen the evil in his heart. She cast a horrible spell on him and the servants of his castle. The rose she had offered became a timer of sorts. If the prince could learn to love and be loved in return by his 21st birthday, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to be a beast forever.

~.**.~

In a little town in a quiet village, Jeff Hardy walked through the streets before stopping in a little shop. "Good morning, Mr. Calaway," he said happily, waving to the man cleaning the glass cases near the wall.

"Good morning, Jeff." Mark smiled at the youth looking at the shelves as he stood up and walked over to the counter. He'd taken a liking to the young Hardy and always enjoyed his visits.

"Do you have any new colors?" Jeff asked, his teal-streaked hair starting to fall out of his bun. Mark owned a small accessory shop and it was one of Jeff's favorite places to go.

"Not since yesterday," Mark replied with a small chuckle. He watched as Jeff poured over the glass case next to him. "What color are you looking for?"

"Um…that one." Jeff pointed to a red colored box. "How much is it?"

Mark pulled the box out and handed it over with a small smile. "It's on me," he said. Jeff tried to protest but the older man just pushed the box into his hands. "You come in here so much, it's the least I can do."

"Thank you, sir!" Jeff smiled happily as he stuck the box in the pocket of his sweatshirt, pulling his Ipod out of his pocket as he walked out of the store.

Everywhere he went, people stared. It was only natural. Jeff was the most beautiful person in town with his blonde hair dyed in beautiful colors and emerald green eyes, wanted by both men and women, but he always had his head up in the clouds, painting, writing, playing guitar, and just straight out imagining. Randy Orton, the town's best hunter and gambler, sat outside a bar, his right-hand men, Cody Rhodes and Ted DiBiase sitting beside him. "There he goes, boys," he said, watching Jeff walk by. "The most beautiful person in town besides me."

"But he always has his head in the clouds with that stupid imagination of his," Ted said.

"He never notices anyone but that brother of his," Cody said.

"I can hear ya, ya know."

Randy, Ted, and Cody turned to see Jeff standing in front of them with his headphones wrapping around his neck. "Jeff, that stupid imagination of yours is getting to you," Orton said, standing up. He slung an arm around the blonde's shoulders. "You need someone to keep you safe and love you. And that someone is me."

"Okay, one," Jeff said, slipping out of Randy's grip, "eew. That's disgusting. And two, you have plenty of girls just dying for a second of attention from ya. Go do stuff with them and leave me alone."

"And what'll you do?" Cody asked.

"You've got nothing going for you except for your idiot of a brother," Ted added.

"He's not an idiot!" Jeff yelled, hands clenching into fists at his sides. "He's more than you'll ever be!"

Suddenly, there was an explosion and smoke leaked out from the house Jeff and his older brother, Matt, shared. The two only had each other, their parents dying when they were young, Matt doing his best to support them, but it was hard because Matt wasn't doing so well with his health lately. The three brunettes burst out laughing as Jeff raced for his house. "Well, I guess you won't get Hardy," Ted got out between laughs.

"What're you talking about?" Randy asked, smacking the back of his head. "Jeffrey will be mine. No doubt about it."

"Matt!" Jeff yelled, coughing as he opened the cellar doors. "Matt! Are you okay?"

"Stupid thing won't work!" came the reply between a few coughs. A tall man with (a little longer than) shoulder-length black hair brushed aside the boards covering him and kicked the machine next to him.

"Matty, are you okay?" Jeff asked worriedly. "There's a lot of smoke."

"I'm fine," Matt promised. "I almost had it working and then it blew." He slid under the machine again, slipping on some goggles. "Hand me the wrench, Jeffro." Jeff reached into the toolbox on the ground and handed the wrench to his brother. "So, did you do anything interesting today?"

"I got some new hair dye," Jeff said, straddling a wooden chair as he watched his brother work. "And Orton tried to do something again."

"Orton is a good-lookin' guy," Matt said as he slid out from under the machine. "Why don't you go out with him sometimes?"

"Because I don't wanna stay in this town my whole life," Jeff explained. "I know there's something better out there and I wanna find it. I wanna make something of myself and most of all, I don't love Orton. I don't even like him a little."

Matt smiled and shook his head. Jeff was stubborn and knew what he wanted and nothing could stop him. Well, he couldn't really blame the blonde. He got that from their mother. "Well," he said, standing up and brushing dirt off his pants, "let's see if this thing will work." Jeff walked over to a wall as Matt turned it on. Whistles sounded and the axe perched on top slammed down on a lot, cleanly cutting it in half. Another part of the machine kicked the log and it landed on a pile.

"It works!" Jeff exclaimed. "Matty, it works!"

"It works?" Matt repeated, not believing it himself. "It works!"

"And you'll win first prize at the festival," the blonde smiled.

Pretty soon, Matt set off with his new invention in a wagon led by their prized horse, Lucas. Jeff was left alone as his brother rode off.

After a few hours, Matt was in the woods and didn't know where the hell he was. He came to a fork in the road; one way was sunny, the other way was dark and mysterious. Lucas obviously wanted to go down the sunny way, but Matt insisted on going the dark and mysterious way. Stupid Disney movies! Don't they know the dark and scary path is NOT good! Anyway, as Matt and Lucas rode down the patch, wolves attacked, scaring the horse off with the wagon and leaving Matt alone in the dark when he had gotten thrown off. He began to search for a place to stay the night. Staying in the woods overnight didn't seem like the greatest idea. He walked for at least 10 minutes before coming to a pair of wrought-iron gates, a large castle looming behind them. Matt knocked on the heavy castle doors, walking inside when he got no answer.

"Hello?" he called, shivering a little. It had started raining when he was walking and he was soaked to the bone and freezing cold, to boot. "Is anybody here? I-I lost my horse and it started raining and I needed a place to stay. Hello?"

Hiding behind a vase, a small figure in black pants marked with neon green 'DX's and a black T-shirt with 'HBK' on the back in red peeked out at Matt, his long dirty blonde hair kept back in a ponytail under a cowboy hat. "Hunter!" he hissed, floating in his position. Another figure floated over to him in black jeans and a black T-shirt with 'HHH' on the front in silver, his shoulder-length blonde hair kept loose. "Look!"

Hunter Helmsley floated over and peered around the vase at Matt as he kept calling for someone. "Shawn, we need to get him out of here," he whispered. "The master won't like it if he stays here and we don't want him to get hurt."

"But, Hunter," Shawn Michaels pouted, looking up at his best friend, "look at him. He looks so cold and he's soaking wet."

"Shawn," Hunter warned.

"Hello?" Mat called again. "Is someone there?"

"It's just us," Shawn replied, flying over to float in front of the raven's face. "Don't be scared."

Matt yelled out in fright, falling backwards. "Wh-What are you?"

"I'm the same as you, just…smaller," Shawn stated simply with a smile. "You look cold. Come on, there's a fireplace over here."

Matt didn't know about trusting the small blonde, but he followed Shawn anyway, sitting down in a large armchair in front of the fireplace. "Come on, Shawn," Hunter said, flying over by the other blonde. "Not in the master's chair. Shawn!"

"He's freezing, Hunter," Shawn said, glaring at his friend. "Lighten up a little."

"But if the master finds out…"

Hunter didn't finish his sentence as the fire blew out and a shadow was cast over the chair Matt was sitting in, the raven now scared to death. "Master!" Shawn quickly tried to defend. "He was cold and looked like he wanted someplace warm to stay for the night…"

Matt jumped out of the chair and stared at the shadowed silhouette of Adam. "What're you doing here in my home?" he growled, baring the fangs that rested in his teeth.

"I-I'm sorry," Matt tried to apologize as the southern boy he was. "I just wanted a place to stay for the night. It's cold and raining outside and…" He stopped as Adam stepped into the light slightly.

"So," Adam growled again, grabbing ahold of Matt's shirt, "you've come to stare at the beast, have you?"

"N-No!" Matt struggled to get out of Adam's grip. "P-Please!"

"Fine, then you can just stay here forever!" Adam dragged the raven away, leaving Shawn and Hunter alone by the fireplace.

"See what I meant about letting him in?" Hunter asked, seeing Shawn's eyes fill with tears.

~.**.~

Randy, Ted, and Cody stood out of Jeff's house early in the morning, Randy in his best suit. "Today is the day, boys," Orton said, readjusting his tie. "Today is the day Jeff's going to marry me. You remember what I said about when we come out?"

"We strike up the band," Cody said, bored with the conversation. "I got it, just get the guy."

Randy grinned and walked up to the front door of the house, knocking once on the door. "Randy?" Jeff asked as he opened the door. The brunette stepped past him to walk inside and close the door. "W-What're you doing here?"

"I've come to tell you that you have the great pleasure of being my wife," Orton said, still grinning. "Or in this case, no, you'd still be my wife."

"I-I'm very flattered, Randy," Jeff stuttered as the brunette pushed him against the door, his hand fumbling for the doorknob, "but I don't love you!" He pushed the door open and side-stepped Orton, the brunette falling face-first in a pile of mud. The band started as Randy fell forward, Jeff slamming the door shut again.

Ted laughed as Randy raised his head. "Guess you didn't get him, huh?" he asked, still laughing.

Orton punched him. "I will have Jeff," he growled as he walked away and wiped mud off his face. "Mark my words."

Jeff looked out the window as Randy, Ted, and Cody left. "I can't believe he wanted me to marry him," he said aloud as he walked out the back door. "Can you believe it? Me? Orton's doting little husband? I'm sorry, wife as he so lovingly puts it? And I know that he wants 7 little boys to keep him happy! Serves him right if he got 7 little girls that wanted manicures and ponies all their lives." He kept ranting until he saw Lucas running toward him with the wagon still attached to his harness. "Lucas!" he yelled, calming her down. "Where's Matt?" With the way the horse was acting, he knew immediately. "Lucas, you have to take me to him!"

Jeff left the little town not long after in jeans, a white T-shirt, and black Converse, a red cloak wrapped around him with the hood up over his newly dyed teal and red hair kept back in a bun. He rode Lucas, minus the wagon, back to where he had lost his brother, stopping in front of the wrought-iron gates. "Good boy," he said, sliding off Lucas to walk up to the gates. Slipping through them, he walked inside the castle, sliding his hood back and pushing the strands that had escaped from his bun out of his eyes. "Hello?" he called. It was his brother's mistake all over again. He didn't find anyone, finally turning for a staircase when he saw a glowing green light coming from it. "Hello?" he called, racing up the staircase. "I'm looking for my brother. Have you seen him?"

No answer came. Jeff kept climbing the stairs until he came to the top of the tower. "Matty!" he cried. He raced over to the door where Matt peered out, coughing madly.

"Jeff," Matt said weakly, coughing again. "Jeffrey, you have to get out of here."

Suddenly, a shadow was cast over Jeff and Matt, the silhouette of Adam once again scaring the crap out of both men. "Why are you in my home?" Adam growled.

"I was looking for my brother," Jeff replied as he stood up. "Please, you've got to let him go. He's sick."

"He trespassed," Adam said. "And for that, he will stay here forever." He started to leave.

"Wait!" Adam turned back to the blonde. "What about a trade. I'll stay here if you let my brother go."

"You," Adam growled, then took a second look at him. "You'd…you'd do that for him?" Jeff nodded. "You understand that you'd never be able t leave and have to stay here forever?" Jeff nodded again. "Fine. You can stay and he can go."

"Wait," Jeff called again. "Come into the light." Adam took a deep breath and stepped closer in the light of the moon coming through a skylight in the tower roof. Jeff gasped. Adam was wearing a pair of black boots and black pants with a black T-shirt with a red 'R' on the back, but he had fangs sharper then your average wolfs, a brown tail almost like a wolfs dragging behind him on the ground, sharper nails almost like claws, and his shoulder-length blonde hair was streaked with various shades of brown as well as the rest of his skin.

"No, Jeff!" Matt yelled as Adam took him out of his dungeon cell and dragged him downstairs.

Adam tossed him onto Lucas, slapping the horse to get him moving. "Master," Shawn said, following Adam up to the tower again, "maybe we could give him a room. It'd be better than the tower."

Adam stopped in front of the dungeon door, staring down at Jeff. "Come on," he growled, turning around.

"I'm not gonna stay here?" Jeff asked in confusion as he followed the blonde down the tower stairs.

"No," he stated simply, leading the other down winding hallway after winding hallway. "Since you will be living here as well, you are allowed to go anywhere you like except the west wing."

"What's in the—"

"It's forbidden!" That shut Jeff up immediately. Adam opened a door to an elaborate bedroom, waiting as the blonde walked in.

"Invite him to dinner!" Shawn hissed in his ear.

"You will join me for dinner," Adam growled. "That's not a request!" He slammed the door. Jeff collapsed on his bed, crying his eyes out.

"Why are you crying?"

Jeff looked over and saw a small blonde with short spiked hair in jeans marked with 'C's in curvy gold script on the sides and a white T-shirt with the same 'C' on his jeans on the back in gold floating beside him. He practically jumped halfway up to the ceiling and fell over off the bed. "Wow, you get scared easily don't you?" he laughed. "I'm Jay."

"J-Jeff," Jeff stuttered, not believing his eyes. "W-What are you?"

Jay looked down at himself. "Did I forget to take off my costume again?" he joked. He smiled as he looked at the much bigger blonde. "I'm the same as you, just…smaller. And I can fly." He saw the tear streaks on the other's face. "Why are you crying, anyway?"

"I can't leave here," Jeff said softly, watching the rain pound against the window.

"Hey, it's not that bad," Jay told him, sitting on his shoulder. "The master isn't that bad once you get to know him. Now come on. We've got to get you something to wear to dinner. I got weaseled into this job and I'll be damned if I don't get it done." He muttered something under his breath about "that stupid poker game".

"I'm not going," Jeff said as Jay opened up the closet. He slid off his cloak and set it on the bed. "He can tell me I have to, but I'm not going to listen to him and then he can just go to hell."

Downstairs in front of a fireplace, Adam paced back and forth as Shawn and Hunter watched him nervously on the dinner table. "Master, you're going to ruin the carpet if you keep pacing," Shawn said, shrinking down behind Hunter as Adam turned to glare at him.

"Why isn't he here?" he growled as he returned to his pacing. "I asked him to come down and he's not here."

"He's probably just getting ready," Hunter said. "For now, let's see a smile." Adam tried, but it just came out as a scowl. The door opened and Adam spun around, expecting to see Jeff walking in. Instead, Jay peered around the door, hands twisting nervously in the bottom of his shirt.

"Um, master," he asked nervously. "I'm sorry, but Jeff has decided to stay in his room."

"WHAT!"

Adam raced up the stairs and banged on Jeff's door. "What do you think you're doing?" he yelled, failing to get the door open.

"I'm not hungry!" Jeff yelled back, his back to the door. "Leave me alone!"

"Fine, then," Adam growled, his fist still on the door. "Starve for all I care!" He stomped away, retreating to the west wing.

Jeff sat on his bed, his eyes filling with tears when the door opened. "Hi." A small blonde with jaw-length rainbow-streaked hair in jeans and a black T-shirt with a red 'R' made of guitars on the front flew into the room with a small brunette with short spiked brown hair in jeans and a gray T-shirt with a picture of an airplane on it following her. "I'm Alexis. Are you okay? Do you need anything."

"Kinda hungry," Jeff replied, wiping his eyes. "Do you have something to eat?"

Alexis smiled, tugging on the bottom of his shirt. "Come on. Evan and I will show you the kitchen." Jeff followed the two down the stairs and into a kitchen where Shawn and Hunter were sitting on the counter.

"No, Alexis!" Hunter said as she led Jeff over to the refrigerator. "The master won't be happy at all if he finds out he's down here!"

"Which is why he won't find out," Alexis said as Evan pulled out a cup and plate.

"Don't yell at my sister!" Shawn pouted, slapping his shoulder.

"He's hungry and we can't let him starve, can we?" Alexis continued. "Shawn, can you help?"

"Fine," Hunter reluctantly agreed, rubbing his arm where he'd gotten hit. "Glass of water, crust of bread. That's it."

"Come on, Hunter," Shawn pouted. "He's a guest. You're treating him like he's a prisoner. By the way, we never caught your name."

"Jeff," the blonde replied, making a sandwich on the counter. "Jeffrey Nero Hardy, actually. This master of yours…what's his name?"

"Adam Copeland," Evan replied. Alexis helped him pour a glass of milk for Jeff. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you if he won't."

"Question," Jeff said, biting into his sandwich. "Why are you guys so small?"

"Long story," Alexis replied with a smile. "So, Jeff, what do you like to do?"

"Play guitar, writing, paint, draw," Jeff listed, trailing off as he thought about it.

"Well, we have a guitar somewhere around here if you wanna play it," Alexis said. "You can play and we'll listen."

"Thanks," Jeff said, smiling for the first time since he'd arrived.

~.**.~

"Randy, why are you acting depressed all of a sudden?" Cody asked. Randy was sitting in the local bar facing the fireplace, his chin in his hand. "Is this about Jeff?"

"Why wouldn't he want to marry me?" the oldest brunette asked. "Am I that unlikable?"

"No!" Cody quickly assured him. "Randy, any girl or guy alike would die at the chance of marrying you! Jeff doesn't know what he's missing. Hey!" He turned to the men sitting in the bar. "Which of you thinks that Jeff should marry this man?" Every hand in the bar went up. "See? You're just tearing yourself down for nothing, Randy."

"Maybe you're right," Orton said, standing up. "I will have Jeff as my wife if it's the last thing I do."

Suddenly, Matt came racing into the bar, breathing heavily. "Please, someone help!" he cried, desperately trying to get someone's attention long enough to talk.

"Calm down," Randy said as Matt raced over to him. "What's the matter?"

"It's Jeff," Matt gasped, still trying to catch his breath.

"Jeff?" That certainly caught Randy's attention. "What happened?"

"I was riding through the woods and I got caught by a beast!" the raven tried to explain. "Jeff came looking for me and now he's trapped at the beast's castle!"

"Was it a big beast?" Ted teased with a grin.

"I guess."

"With razor sharp claws?" Cody asked.

"And teeth, too!"

The whole bar burst out in laughter. "Well, Matthew," Randy said, leading Jeff's brother to the door again, "we'll be sure to get him back."

"Really?" Matt asked in disbelief. "You'll help?"

"Sure thing," Orton said. "Right after we run out of beer." He tossed the raven out into a pile of snow, laughing as he slammed the door shut.

"That crazy fool," Cody laughed.

"Yeah, but that crazy fool is Jeff's brother," Randy thought out loud. "And if I'm gonna marry him, his brother is the way to go." Ted and Cody were still confused as Randy led them to Matt and Jeff's house. Unfortunately, Matt had decided to save Jeff himself and left.

"Oh, well," Ted said. "He's gone. Let's go back to the bar."

Randy grabbed ahold of Ted and Cody's collars and pulled them back in a snowbank. "Oh, no you don't," he growled. "You're gonna stay here until he comes back. Then, I'll have Jeff."

~.**.~

Jeff wandered down a hallway that he didn't know was the west wing. Shawn and Hunter had been taking him on a tour of the castle while Alexis and Evan cleaned up in the kitchen and when they'd passed a hallway that Shawn and Hunter refused to let him go down, he'd gotten curious. The two had no idea he wasn't following them anymore and he headed down the hallway, looking at the ripped wallpaper and curtains surrounding him. Jeff peered through a slightly open door and, seeing no one around, snuck in. He ran a hand over a painted portrait, the claw marks in it slashing it open. More pieces of furniture surround him, both slashed and charred from fire.

"What are you doing here?"

Jeff gasped, spinning around to see Adam glaring down at him. "I-I'm sorry," Jeff tried to apologize. "I-I was just looking around."

"This is the west wing," Adam growled, slowly circling Jeff and restricting his view of the rose sitting on a table right inside the balcony. "It's forbidden."

"I-I'm sorry," Jeff apologized again.

"Get out."

"W-What?"

"Get! Out!"

Jeff ran as fast as he could out the door and down the hallway, grabbing his cloak on the way downstairs. He ran outside and through the snow, tripping over a tree root and face-planting in the snow. The blonde spit out a mouthful of snow and leaned back on his knees, trying to ignore the water seeping through his clothes. A growl interrupted his thoughts and he looked over to see a wolf leering at him from between two trees. A second look around showed even more wolves surrounding him on all sides. Jeff grabbed a stick and swung it at the first wolf that attacked him. Bad idea. The rest of the solves attacked, ripping Jeff's shirt and pants nonstop.

A roar sounded. Jeff turned his head and saw Adam leaping over him and growling at the wolves still surrounding them. Adam slashed out at a wolf, knocking him back only to get slashed at by another. The blonde roared out in pain as the wolf's claws sank into his arm through his turtleneck. One more wolf hit a tree and the rest ran away in fear. Adam glanced back at Jeff, breathing heavily before he collapsed to the ground. Jeff helped the blonde up and helped him back to the castle.

"Shawn," Jeff said, setting the other down in a chair, "can you get me some hot water and a rag?" The little blonde nodded, floating off. A few minutes later, Hunter came back with a rag followed by Shawn and Alexis, a bowl of hot water in between them.

"What happened to him?" Evan asked in concern as the 4 of them watched Jeff dip the rag in the bowl of water.

"Wolves," Jeff replied, Adam's eyes fluttering open as he rubbed the cloth over his open wounds.

"What are you doing?" Adam asked as he watched Jeff clean the blood off his arm.

"I'm cleaning this so it won't get infected," the younger blonde stated simply, running the cloth over the cut again.

Adam roared in pain. "That hurts!" he yelled.

"Well, if you wouldn't have frightened me I wouldn't have run away and you wouldn't have gotten hurt!" Jeff yelled back. Adam immediately shut up as the blonde wrapped a clean cloth around his arm, standing up. "Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna be up in my room." He started to walk out of the room.

"Wait." Jeff turned to face Adam again as he stood up and walked over. "I've got something to show you. Close your eyes." Jeff looked skeptically at the blonde, but closed his eyes anyway. Adam took his hands and led him down a hallway with Shawn and Hunter floating beside them.

"Master, where are you going?" Shawn asked as Adam stopped in front f a set of double doors.

"Just go find Jay and tell him to find something for Jeff to wear tomorrow," Adam ordered, the small blonde floating away.

"Can I open my eyes yet?" Jeff asked as Adam opened the doors in front of them.

"Now," Adam replied, pushing on the younger's back slightly.

Jeff opened his eyes and was blown away by the room he was standing in. The walls were all white as well as the ceiling and floor, various paints and art supplies lining the walls. There was a booth in one of the corners and you could see guitars sitting in the corner as well as some recording equipment. "This is my art room," Adam said as Jeff looked around with amazement showing in his eyes. "You're free to use it anytime you like."

"Really?" Jeff asked, looking up at the blonde. "You mean it?"

"Yes, go ahead." Jeff smiled and walked toward the wall, grabbing a can of spray paint from one of the shelves and starting to draw something on the wall.

"What do you draw?" Adam asked, walking up behind him to watch.

"Abstract," the younger said as he picked up another can. "Whatever I can imagine." Adam gave a small smile as he watched the paint form pictures on the wall.

"I think the master's learning to like him," Shawn said as he, Hunter, Alexis, and Evan watched from the cracked door.

"There's something there," Alexis added with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Evan asked. "What's there?"

"Go on, Evan," Alexis said, giving him a little push. "Go see what you can find in the kitchen. I heard Glenn was making some cookies and wanted a taste-tester."

"I'll go," Shawn volunteered before Hunter pulled on the bottom of his shirt.

"You'll stay here," he said as Evan floated off. "We don't need you two together right now when we're trying to get those together. Besides, you already had cookies today."

"But…" Shawn pouted. "Fine. You just ruined my fun, Hunter. I wanted cookies."

"Just think," Alexis said, watching Jeff move to a different wall to paint, "we might be normal again sometime soon. There's still 8 petals left on the rose and that means the master has plenty of time to get Jeff to fall in love with him."

~.**.~

A week passed. Jeff and Adam had grown closer, close enough that Adam thought he might be falling in love with the blonde who had taught him so much.

"Here you go," Jay said, holding up a black suit with an emerald green tie and vest. "Try this on for size. It really brings out your size." He groaned. "Man, I need to stop spending so much time around Kelly. Or just stop losing in poker games." Jeff smiled and Jay looked for his shoes as he changed into the suit, tossing the clothes he was wearing on his bed. He grabbed the black boots Jay handed him and looked at himself in a floor-length mirror.

"How do I look?" he asked with a small grin.

"Maybe I do have an eye for clothes," Jay replied with a grin of his own.

Adam spat out a mouthful of soapy water as he broke the surface of the water in his bath. "What was that for?" he yelled at Shawn, the culprit who had pushed his head underwater.

"You were keeping your head above water," Shawn replied with a slight smirk. "You'll never get clean if you don't get your hair wet!"

"You know I hate getting my hair wet," Adam growled as Hunter scrubbed soap on his head. "I hate taking baths in general. It takes too long to get all the water out of my hair and don't even get me started on my tail."

"Yeah, yeah, you're a real drama queen," Hunter muttered, dunking the blonde's head back underwater. "Get over yourself and go get dressed." Adam glared at the little blonde as he shook out his hair and tail, using a towel to dry the rest of his body. He walked into his bedroom and pulled out a black suit with a red vest and tie with a pair of black boots. Changing into them, he ran his fingers through his hair a couple times before heading out to wait outside the ballroom.

Pretty soon, Jay flew down to float in front of him, a grin on his face. "Presenting, Mr. Jeffrey Nero Hardy," he said, motioning to the top of the staircase behind her. Adam looked up and saw Jeff standing at the top, smiling. His hair looked kind of messy, still teal and red dyed and kept back in two low and messy pigtails, but it only made the older blonde smile. Jeff walked down the stairs and took Adam's hand as he was led into the ballroom, some music being started up.

"You look beautiful, Mr. Hardy," Adam said softly as he started to lead a dance with the younger.

"Don't call me that," Jeff said.

"I'm sorry," Adam apologized. "You look handsome."

"I didn't mean that," Jeff replied. "I meant, call me Jeff. Or Jeffrey. It is my name, after all."

"Jeffrey," Adam repeated, seeming to revel in the name. "It's a beautiful name for a beautiful person."

Jeff blushed as Adam continued dancing with him. After a while, the older blonde led him out to the balcony, sitting on the railing edge. "The stars are beautiful tonight," Jeff said, looking up at the dots of white on a canvas of black.

"Jeffrey," Adam said, gaining the younger's attention instantly, "if your father had not come here, what would you have done?"

"I dunno," Jeff replied, the stars twinkling in his eyes. "Maybe just look for some new paints or hair dyes and look for someone new to draw. Nothing ever happened to me in that town and nothing ever would. Except, of course, Orton, but he's just a jerk."

"I'm glad you came here," Adam said, taking Jeff's hand. He led the blonde up to the west wing, stopping in front of the rose. "Is there anything you miss."

"I wish I could see my brother again," Jeff admitted, looking down at his feet. "He's the only family I have left."

Adam picked up a mirror, looking at his own reflection before holding it out to Jeff. "Here," he said, the blonde's fingers wrapping carefully around the handle. "This mirror will show you anything you want. Just ask."

Jeff stared at his reflection for a second before holding the mirror out in front of him. "Show me my brother." A green light flashed and a picture appeared in the mirror glass. Matt was lying face down in a pile of snow, his body shaking from coughs every so often. "Matty!" Jeff exclaimed in fear, holding the mirror close to his chest. "Adam! My brother! H-He's dying!"

"Then you need to go to him," Adam said as he bowed his head.

"But…our deal…"

"You need to go," Adam repeated. Jeff looked at the mirror in his hands and held it out to the other. Adam pushed it back in his arms. "Keep it. That way, you'll always have something to remind you of me."

"Thank you," Jeff said, holding the mirror tightly in his hands. He ran out of the west wing and up to his room, quickly changing back into the clothes he arrived in, buckling his cloak around his neck and slipped the mirror in an inside pocket. He unhooked Lucas's reins from the stable outside and rode off in the woods. On the balcony in the west wing, Adam gave a loud roar, the sound echoing through the woods.

"Matt!" Jeff called, pulling his hood up over his head. "Matt! Where are you?" He heard a cough and saw a body lying in the snow. "Matty!" Jeff helped his brother up onto Lucas and rode quickly back to their house. As he helped Matt into the house, Ted and Cody shook off the snow covering them, grinning to each other as they ran off to find Randy.

"Jeffro," Matt said softly as Jeff covered him with a blanket, "what are you doing here? What about the beast?"

"Adam let me go," Jeff replied, smiling. "He knew I cared about you and he said I could go help you." There was a knock on the door and another and another and another. "Randy?" the blonde asked as he opened the front door to see the brunette. "What are you doing here?"

"Jeff, it's time that we put your brother where he belongs," Randy said, taking ahold of Matt's arm and leading him outside. In the middle of a mob of people with torches and pitchforks was a wagon for the asylum.

"My brother isn't crazy," Jeff growled, taking ahold of Orton's arm. "Please, you can't do this!"

"He was ranting about a beast and that you were his prisoner!" Randy yelled, handing Matt over to Ted and Cody.

"He was telling the truth and I can prove it!" Jeff pulled the magic mirror out of his cloak. "Show me Adam!" A green light flashed and the mirror showed Adam still roaring, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. "See?"

"Is he dangerous?" someone called.

"No!" Jeff quickly defended, holding the mirror closer. "He's really sweet and he's kind and—"

"He's falling in love with the beast!" Randy yelled, snatching the mirror out of the blonde's hands. "He's as crazy as his brother! Let's go!" He tossed both Jeff and Matt into the cellar and locked the door, turning back to the mob of people. He led them through the woods to Adam's castle, quickly using a tree trunk as a battering ram on the doors.

"Master!" Shawn yelled, quickly flying into the west wing. Adam was leaning over the balcony, his tail moving back and forth and his arms crossed on the railing as he leaned over it with his head bowed. "The castle's being attacked! What should we do?"

"Let them in," Adam mumbled. "It doesn't matter anymore."

Shawn frowned before flying away. "What did he say?" Hunter asked as the servants of the castle, all as small as the next, tried to keep Randy and his mob from entering the castle.

"We're on our own," Shawn replied. An evil grin crept itself on his face. "I've got an idea."

After a few minutes, Orton broke open the doors to the castle, walking in with his mob of men from the town. "Take whatever you can," he ordered. "But the beast is mine."

"Now!" Shawn and Hunter yelled together. The whole foyer of the castle basically erupted, the small servants attacking anything that was bigger than them and on 2 legs.

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"Come on!" Jeff growled, pushing against the cellar doors. "Budge, damn it!" He sank to his knees with his head in his hands. "We'll never get out of here."

"Jeff!"

The blonde looked through the crack in the door and saw Alexis. "Alexis!" he exclaimed, a smile finally breaking out on his face.

"Step back, Jeff!" Alexis warned, floating back a bit and holding her hands out. Jeff took his brother and pressed themselves against the back wall. A bang went off and the doors burst open. Jeff raced onto Lucas and followed Alexis back to the castle.

Randy crept into the west wing, an arrow already in the bow in his hands. He kicked open Adam's door and found the blonde leaning over the balcony. Adam looked over at him without saying a word and then looked away again. Randy didn't take a second chance. He let the arrow loose, the head burying itself in Adam's shoulder. The blonde roared out in pain as the brunette tackled him, knocking him over the balcony to the roof. "Fight back, beast!" Randy yelled, throwing his bow to the ground. "What is it? Are you too in love with that boy to fight back? Have you gone soft, beast?" Adam still didn't say anything as Randy kicked him down to a lower part of the roof. He jumped down to the part of the roof he'd kicked Adam to, but the blonde was gone. He broke off a sharp piece of an old statue, holding it in front of him as a weapon. Adam watched as he stood in a shadow disguised as a statue, a growl low in his throat and his fangs bared. As Orton passed him, Adam struck, knocking him to the ground. He grabbed the brunette's neck, holding him up over the edge of the roof.

"Please!" Randy begged, grabbing onto Adam's wrist. "Please! Let me go! I-I'll do anything!" Adam saw the desperation in Randy's eyes and his gaze softened, his scowl disappearing.

"Adam!"

The blonde looked up and saw Jeff standing against the balcony in his room. "Jeff," he whispered, throwing Orton to the roof again. He used his claws to climb, scaling the side of the roof to the balcony. "Jeffrey," he said softly, taking the younger blonde's hands. "You came back."

"Of course I did," Jeff replied, smiling. "I could never leave you."

Adam smiled before he roared in pain. Randy's knife was embedded in his side. Adam's arm came around and knocked him back, sending him off the roof and down to his death. "Adam!" Jeff cried. He helped the blonde up on the balcony, lying him down on the concrete. Jeff's hood fell back off his head as he fisted his hands in the front of Adam's shirt.

"Jeffrey," Adam breathed, taking one of Jeff's hands. "I-I'm sorry…" His breathing slowed even more.

"Adam," Jeff whispered, a tear falling down his cheek, mixing with the rain beating down on them. "Don't leave…I love you."

Shawn, Hunter, Alexis, Evan, and Jay watched as the last petal dropped from the rose, landing among the others surrounding the empty stem.

Jeff cried over Adam's chest before a light shone around the blonde and he lifted up in the air. Light surrounded Adam, changing him somehow. Jeff sat back on his heels, watching without a clue to what was happening. After a minute of glowing, Adam floated back down to the ground. He sat up, staring at his hands for a second before turning to face Jeff. He looked different. His hair was a normal blonde color, he had no fangs, claws, or tail; he looked just like he had when he'd first gotten the spell cast on him. "Jeff, it's me," he said softly. "Adam."

Jeff looked at him in confusion, pushing himself up to his knees. He ran his fingers through Adam's hair for a second, running the same hand down his cheek. Jeff stared into Adam's eyes for a second, chocolate brown meeting striking emerald. His eyes widened slightly and sparkled with life. "Adam!" he cried, throwing himself at the blonde. "It's you!"

Adam smiled, spinning the younger blonde around. "Jeff, I love you."

Jeff smiled. "I love you, too," he whispered before kissing the blonde prince in front of him. Adam pulled away, still smiling, spinning the blonde around again.

"Shawn! Hunter!" Adam called, the two blondes running out to the pair, normal-sized again. "Alexis! Evan! Jay! You're all here and normal again!" He turned back to Jeff. "And now I have you. My beautiful…Jeffrey."

And they all lived…

Wait for it…

Wait for it…

Wait for it…

Yep! You guessed it!

Happily ever after.

After.

.*.

Oh my god, this took forever to write. :( I guess it was worth it, though.

If you want to submit a fairy tale for me to do, go ahead. Just make sure it's either something I can look up from a book or something, or a Disney princess tale/fairy tale. Thanks. :)