I got the movie for the nostalgia value. I watched it yesterday for the quippy lines, baby Chris O’Donnell, pretty men, and Tim Curry being a fantastic villain.
NOT FOR A FUCKING PLOT BUNNY.
*thumps head on nearest wall* It’s an early 90s swashbuckling film loosely based on a book that doesn’t take itself too seriously, has the only instance of one particular actor I even care about, is the movie that convinced ten year old me that men look fantastic in long hair and Chris O’Donnell should always have long curly hair (ok, he looks fine with shorter hair now, but still-baby-Chris looked wrong with short hair in the only other movie I’ve actually watched him in, and fuck if I can remember what it was other than a Batman movie).
Anyway. It’s not supposed to spawn a plot bunny with a cranky not-really-a-fae, but be equally careful about entering deals with her, because gods-touched immortal beings who aren’t exactly meant to be fully part of the world any more aren’t playing by mortal rules either. Just the ones they’ve learned to live with. (Because I know what I’m doing when writing with deities, and I’m particular about which ones I’ll offer stories up to.)
And it’s not supposed to make me contemplate an AU for a movie that is already an AU of a book. If I end up with more than a single story out of this, I’m…. actually, I don’t know what I’m going to do. Probably scream into a pillow.
There's a Mirror on the Wall 