obituary for the princess who forgot to be fairytale
Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
Listen, I don’t have a whistle to wake you, but I want you to know you’re not alone, okay? And the mail keeps coming, it won’t stop, kids from all over the world are writing to you. Feel their hope, feel their strength!
"Tai, stay with me!”
Characters: Paul, Tara Walton
Warnings: Interspecies sex, slight non-con, age gap
A/N: AU. Also, old fic is old.
Summary: Sex in the name of science, and love in spite of the cause.
Something is wrong. Even before she opens her eyes and becomes completely aware of her situation, she knows this. Her mind is hazy, and her memories leading up to this precise moment are but a blur, and, yet, she is acutely aware that not all is well. She is no longer in her room, or even in her house, and the surface she’s laid out on – strapped down to – is cold and hard beneath her naked body. When she opens her eyes, the light shining down on her and flooding the room is near-blinding, and it takes a long, painful moment for her vision to adjust. The room she’s in is small, perfectly circular, and absolutely white-washed.
Her mind races, and she wonders what’s happening and why it’s happening to her. She squirms on the table in a futile attempt to free her wrists and ankles from their bonds. She knows, deep down, that she can’t break free, but she has to try.
There’s a mechanical sort of hiss, and then someone says, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” This makes her still, if only because she’s suddenly very frightened and not because she wants to heed this stranger’s advice. There’s another hiss, and she assumes it’s a door of some kind, somewhere out of her line of sight, and then there’s a click. She doesn’t get to wonder what it was for, because suddenly the slab of cold metal she’s strapped to is suddenly rising up until it’s as though she were standing. She doesn’t mean to, but she whimpers, and it’s a sound that makes her captor chuckle.