Hello everyone!

Ahaha, the sequel! I decided to follow through, and I sincerely hope you all enjoy it. Mina really didn't appear to have any special talents or hobbies, besides stressing out and being a spaz, (art was mentioned, but only like once), so I decided to make her a manga/anime loving freak, like myself. Maybe some of you can relate.

Also, I've decided that, in my fanfiction world, Fable and Reign never happened! Because

1) It makes things more complicated.

2) I'm lazy.

3) Ain't nobody got time for dat.

And Happy Slightly-Belated Birthday, Fluffy! Love ya. ;p


The sight of Wilhelmina Grimm's bedroom was not a pretty one. And a person, other than herself, did not casually hang out in said room. Other than the renowned mountains of dirty laundry that she wouldn't get around to washing until the next Spring, at least, the room would seem somewhat normal to the human eye. Then, if you got a good look at it, you'd see that she wasn't a normal teenager at all, but a strange, American Otaku.

With manga volumes piled under her bed sheets, inside her pillowcases for safekeeping, raining down from the top shelf of her closet, and stacked in systematic chaos on all hard surfaces, Mina had a bit of a hoarding issue. And that didn't even cover the multiple seasons of anime she kept comfortably stored in a throne-like mass in one corner of her nerd-cave.

She had only recently gotten into the manga and anime scene, but it was a pretty bad obsession all the same. And, being a young woman with limited social connections, no love life, and a curse more than ready to strike at any time she left the house, Mina became very well acquainted with the shut-in, hermit lifestyle.

And, at the moment, she was contentedly watching the first and only season of Kuragehime for the fourth or fifth time, with no idea at all of the many wonders and horrors she would face that evening. The poor thing.

"Oooh, nerd love is so kawaii!" She giggled, watching her favorite little geeks, Shuu and Tsukimi, be absolutely perfect and awkward. "If only there was a season two! I mean, I've read the mange twice, but it's still ongoing, and it's just torture waiting for the English translations, because that takes forever! Oh, that's it! I'll buy a Rosetta Stone package with my savings and learn Japanese…"

"Good grief, woman. Do you often have such animated conversations with yourself?"

"Ah!" Not expecting the voice of her least favorite person in the world (though he could debate that with her) to appear so suddenly and unexpectedly, Mina toppled off the side of her half-made bed and onto the extremely untidy floor.

Jerking back up, hoping she had been hallucinating after too many chocolate milks and not enough actual food, Mina peaked up over the side of her comforter and met the bemused gaze of the lovely Dark Prince of the Fae plane.

"T-Teague…?"

"Geez! I mean, I get that I told you not to worry about your attire last week, but you could have at least put on a little mascara for my arrival!" He complained, eyeing her with obvious distaste.

Even though Mina was still in a small state of shock and confusion as to what he was doing in her bedroom at 5:30 p.m. on a Saturday night, she still managed to be offended enough by his comment to reply, "I'll have you know that I am wearing mascara!"

He rolled his eyes at her impatiently and surveyed the room, looking grossed out. "The clear kind doesn't count, Wilhelmina."

She sulked a little. "It does too…"

"Yeah, if you're nine!" He retorted, crossing his arms. "Oh-em-gee, you forgot, didn't you!"

"F-forgot?" She mumbled, trying to regain her bearings and figure out what the heck he was rambling on about now.

Teague let out a horrified moan and waved his arms at her in frustration. "The wedding, you tart! My super fat and wrinkly cousin's wedding in an hour, I might add!"

Mina stepped back and tripped over an old volume of Kamisama Hajimemashita, toppling onto her butt. "You- you were being serious about that!?"

"Serious as the plague, dimwitted human!"

She stared up at him blankly, further contributing to the 'dimwitted' barb.

Teague let out another groan, plopping down onto the messy bed and giving her a long-suffering look. "Mina, I need a date for this pointless event. I told my mother I had a suitable partner, and that she needn't pick one for me. But, if I show up with no one, I'm might as well throw myself from the highest spire of the palace."

Mina frowned and picked herself up off the floor. "Don't you think that's a bit melodramatic?"

He only shook his head woefully.

She rolled her eyes and looked around her beyond-help, messy room. "So, what, the palace brothel is out of stock, and you resorted to me instead?"

Teague scoffed, "Pfft. Like my mother would give her husband and son direct access to a brothel in her own home?"

Mina nodded. "Yeah, you're right. That does sound unlikely."

He snorted and continued, "Besides, girls like that are just trained to agree with everything I say and not give me any problems. What's the fun in that? I'm much better off with a troublesome wench, such as yourself."

She sighed. "Gee, I'm flattered."

He grinned. "See? I need you. Now, let me have a better look at what I'm up against. Come closer." Teague motioned her towards him. Mina considered putting up a fight, but really didn't have the energy to eventually be defeated in the long run.

The Dark Prince carefully observed her minimal makeup, bun that was falling apart, and gray sweats. He shook his head and sighed loudly. "This is the toughest case I've yet to face. But don't worry. I'm determined to succeed."

Mina scowled at him. "Now you're just quoting Wicked."

He waggled a finger at her. "Respect musical theatre, Mina. It'll do you some good." Teague reached out and tugged the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "Ugh. You are a disgusting example of your species. You know that? You're not even trying anymore." The prince then leapt up and pushed Mina towards one of the few spots on the floor that wasn't covered in something.

"Close your eyes, hold your breath, and let me work my magic." He ordered, stepping back and assessing her quickly.

Mina threw her hands up in front of her face. "Hey! What do you mean, 'close my eyes' and 'hold my breath'? Are you planning on gassing me with poison!?"

He rolled his eyes so hard, she thought they would fall right out of his head. "No, idiot. I have a lot of crap to fix, clearly." He retorted, gesturing to her entire body. "And it's going to take a lot of bright, icky magic that won't taste good, I'll tell you that."

Mina huffed and looked at everything but him. "I don't want to go some wedding with a bunch of people that hate my guts."

Teague shook his head. "No one will know who you are besides, like, my mother. And maybe my dad, if he's paying attention. Now do what I said."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?"

"No. Not really."

She growled and eyed his tall frame for a moment. "Why aren't you dressed up, then? Is this some kind of joke?" He was wearing a dark, puffy-sleeved shirt and brown pants with leather boots. Mina didn't know much about Fae fashion, but she assumed his look wasn't formal enough to be a prince's attire at a family wedding.

Teague threw his hands up in exasperation. "No! I haven't got my Sunday best on because I need to fancy you up still and make sure our outfits don't clash! Duh!"

"Oh." Mina sighed. That was a reasonable enough answer. "But I still don't want to go... I have important things to do."

He gave her a look and picked up the nearest manga volume. "Oh, yes. I can see that. Heaven forbid you don't find out if…" Teague leafed through the book quickly, "Ren finally gets the guts to kiss Kyoko as himself, instead of Kuon." He flicked through a couple more pages. "Oh, look, he doesn't." The book then was tossed unceremoniously across the room, into a far corner.

"Hey!" Mina pouted angrily, "You ruined it! I waited three months for that to be delivered! Now I'm definitely not coming, jerk!"

Teague's eyes narrowed, and she realized that his patience was as good as gone.

"Wilhelmina Grimm. You will let me dress you up. You will attend the wedding with me. And if you do not, I will kidnap you and burn your house to the ground."

She stared at him speechlessly.

"You… wouldn't…" Mina mumbled, not believing her words at all.

"Try me." He replied, watching her impatiently.

And then Mina had a complete change of heart. More or less.

"Well, what are we waiting for? We have a wedding to go to! Let's get me prettied up and hit the road!" She declared, waving her arms feverishly, and fully prepared to be bibbidi-bobbidi-boo-ed into fabulousness, or whatever a certain Dark Prince might say.

Teague grinned amiably and nodded in approval. "Now that's what I'm talking about. Hold still. This may or may not sting a little bit."

Mina blinked. "What?"

But it was too late to back out. The second the Dark Prince finished his statement, a great, white flash illuminated the room and nearly blinded her, were it not for her remembering to close her eyes at the last millisecond. She'd held her breath instinctively, so not to inhale whatever nastiness he planned on zapping her with.

Being completely covered and- more or less- infected with Fae magic was the oddest feeling Mina had ever experienced. It was tingly and ticklish and painful all at once. It wove into her hair, across her face, and all over her body like a swarm of insects. It felt, in other words, somewhat disgusting. But a pleasant disgusting, which made little sense.

And, as quickly as it had begun, the magic stopped.

She cracked open her heavy eyelids to see the last remnants of the spell float away and disappear like the sparks of a firecracker.

"Oh, I am good." Teague piped up, breaking Mina from her reverie.

She took a wobbly step towards him, and another, and finally stopped in front of the oval mirror she kept mounted on the wall for very occasional usage.

"Whoa."

And 'whoa' was certainly right. Mina had to blink several times and lean towards the mirror. It was a bit hard to believe what she was seeing. Her chestnut brown hair was woven in a wild, messy style down her back; stray curls and waves sprung out left and right, but in an intentional, lovely sort of way. A band of silver leaves sprinkled with blue gemstones adorned her head. Kind of like a tiara… She hardly recognized her own face, either. Her skin shimmered like dew, and her makeup was both meticulous and natural looking. Her lips had never looked so pink and full, nor had her lashes ever seemed so thick and long. She then realized that had to do with the fact that they were falsies, which would explain the heavy, droopy feeling of her eyelids.

Still, she looked… well, like a total babe.

And the dress blew everything else out of the water.

"Holy cow…"

Mina delicately touched the voluminous skirt with her gloved fingertips, amazed how the exotic gown felt lighter than air. The fabric was a twinkling, shimmery silver-blue, almost transparent, and constructed in long, fluffy layers. The neckline was held up by several tiny straps of blue crystals that wrapped around her neck. Similar straps wrapped around her waist, above the enormous, flaring skirt.

"I could hide an entire tribe of Oompa Loompas under this dress." She commented, grabbing large handfuls of it and yanking upwards. Mina was then pleasantly surprised to see that Teague had put her in low, azure heels, rather than six-inch, glass stilettos, like she'd almost been expecting. It was uncharacteristically thoughtful of him.

The prince in question smirked, seemingly reading her mind. "It'll do me no good if you kill yourself before we even arrive." His cobalt eyes flickered over her once more, "And, though I'm not sure why you would ever need to hide a tribe of midgets under your garments, I can see the potential."

She scrunched her nose at him, "Don't get any ideas."

He grinned. "Who, me? I would never."

"Sure."

Teague finished perusing her figure with his eyes and nodded his approval. "You could be royalty. Good thing, too. Now you look half as good as I will."

Mina frowned. "Wow, half as good as you will. I feel really great about myself." She replied dryly, fluffing her hair and admiring the satiny quality of the evening gloves adorning her arms.

Even though her typical clothing choices included graphic tees, sweatpants, and mismatched socks, Mina couldn't help but let out a happy sigh at her magical appearance. The school dance, Red Riding Hood getup was nothing in comparison to this.

"I look like Cinderella…" She murmured to herself dreamily.

"Pretty sure she was a blonde." Teague broke in, completely interrupting Mina's princessy daydreams, "And that really isn't a tale you'd want to go through. Trust me on that one."

She scowled and whirled around crossly, "Oh, would you just lay off al-"

But Mina really couldn't finish her sentence after getting a look at him. Holy Hotpants.

Teague's transformation hadn't made such a big, flashy presentation as hers had, but he was, well, rather stunning all the same. His raven hair was combed back neatly, yet still managed to look naturally windswept. He wore a detailed, pale blue tailcoat, a navy vest with silver buttons, a crisp, white undershirt paired with a silk, indigo tie, charcoal pants, and black, leather boots. The ensemble was fitted so impressively around his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, she couldn't help but stare…

He looked so much like some Prince Charming from a fairy tale book, Mina was suddenly convinced she was having a very strange, very realistic dream.

"I know, I know. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful." He spoke up haughtily, quickly reminding her why he was no kind of Prince Charming. "Am I not alluring? Don't you just want to throw yourself at me and beg-"

"No!" She shouted, clenching her hands and whipping back around, shooting him a disgusted look over her shoulder. "Now, are we going to a super fat and wrinkly person's wedding or not? I'm hungry."

Teague grinned widely and swept over to her, taking her hand gallantly. "Ah, yes. Thinking of your stomach over a man's newfound, marital happiness, are we? A woman after my own heart! Then let us be on our way!"

Before she could say a word, another bright light flashed through the room, and she felt the telltale buzz of magic sail over her body.

When Mina opened her eyes, she found herself on the roof of their building, shivering in the chilly, Autumn wind.

"You ready?" Teague questioned, kicking a plastic chair out of the way and observing the fiery, evening sunset lighting up the sky.

She rubbed her goosebump-covered upper arms and frowned. "We couldn't have just gone from my room?"

He shook his head at her slowly, like she was a simpleton. "No, Mina. I already used too much magic in there. My enchantments could get confused; possibly send us to the wrong location. Like the belly of a dragon, or something else inconvenient." He grabbed one of her gloved hands. "Now, brace yourself."

She pretended to look around in disappointment. "What, no flying stretch limo to take us there in style?" A scene from her favorite Shrek movie came to mind.

Teague cocked a disbelieving brow at her and shook his head. "A flying stretch limo? Like that makes any logical sense."

A brilliant light appeared on the edge of the roof and began to swirl and grow in size.

Mina sighed and sent one last longing look towards her bedroom window. "Because everything else that's happened so far has been perfectly normal…" She grumbled back.

The Dark Prince chose to ignore her. "Alright. Here we go. Don't let go of my hand, Gimp."

Mina huffed. "Sure thing, hon."

And, with that, he took off towards the large, floating portal and leapt from the edge of the building, yanking her along with him. She may or may not have let out a little scream here and there.

But, a second before falling to their demise, the duo toppled into the magical doorway and flew through… disappearing from sight and entering a whole other world.

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