Title: Fairytales and Rearview Mirrors
Summary: The times the Dalton Boys (and their counterparts) had issues with the concepts of fairytales.
A/N: The first six were on tumblr forever, and once I wrote the next seven, I figured what the hell and decided to throw them on ff. Every single one of them is based on Taylor Swift, so you can defenitely tell my Taylor Swift Ban isn't exactly working out.
Anyway, I don't own Taylor Swift or anything mentioned, not even the characters, 'cos I don't even have OCs in these. Enjoy!
MERRIL (Today Was A Fairytale)—495
"Today was a fairytale, you were the prince, I used to be a damsel in distress…"
Merril had always loved fairytales more than she probably should. Her parents hated that she'd always loved hearing about Cinderella and Belle and Ariel more than Mr. Macho Firefighter, but she'd honestly never seen the point in senseless violence. And The Beast and Ursula and The Evil Stepmother were scarier than any house fire, honestly. She just liked the story of a damsel in distress who got saved by someone who wanted to give them the world.
She didn't necessarily believe in these fairytales, but that didn't mean she didn't like them. Whenever Hanover had movie night and it was her turn to pick, she'd always choose a Disney Classic that had all the guys groaning in horror but by the time the movie was over, three-quarters of Hanover was crammed into the common rooms—more than twice the amount of people that showed up for any other movie night.
Her favorite was Tangled—the strong, determined girl with a frying pan, the adventurous handsome unlikely hero-who-used-to-be-a-thief, the ferocious horse that was more like a dog and, of course, the cute little gecko (because no Disney movie was complete without a pocket-sized pet/friend/companion). And the fact that Flynn Rider looked like an animated version of what Spencer might look like in five or so years had nothing to do with it. Nope. Nothing at all.
It was nice, watching Disney movies, and she'd always tease her boys for watching them with her.
And it was really nice that she'd fallen into a fairytale of her own. It wasn't one that would be told now, but maybe in fifty or a hundred years, when transgender people were more accepted, someone would write a fairytale just like hers, of the girl-born-as-a-boy, whose family cast her out even though she loved them, and the girl was sent to a faraway kingdom, where she fell in love with a handsome boy who didn't care that she used to be a boy. And after some misunderstandings, she realized he loved her back.
He'd saved her, more than once, she realized, while watching a chick flick with Spencer (despite his many moanings and groanings, he loved them as much as she did). He'd been her friend and accepted her as female when she wasn't sure anyone would. He'd been her first crush, her first love, her first kiss. And she'd been convinced that no one could ever love anyone like her.
Her life really was a fairytale, and Spencer was her very own Prince Charming. And at one point, she'd been a damsel in distress, and while she might be sometimes, she was her very own person, too.
She snuggles deeper into Spencer's arms and dozes off sometime between the King of the World moment and the Titanic's sinking, dreaming about her own fractured fairytale and the beautiful boy she got to share it with.
R&R?