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Title: Beltane
Fandom: Labyrinth
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sarah & Jareth
Author’s Note: Written for the cinco de mayo holiday meme. Dedicated to![[info]](https://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
praiseofshadows.
Summary: “She was supposed to be at some party, supposed to be flirting with some feckless boy and drinking disgusting spiked punch. Instead she’s in a clearing, dancing in flames.”
Sarah shouldn’t be here.
She was supposed to be at some party, supposed to be flirting with some feckless boy and drinking disgusting spiked punch.
Instead she’s in a clearing, dancing in flames.
Jareth has her hands in his, and he twirls her around, until the whole world is spinning and made of sparks.
“I thought we jumped over the fires,” she laughs, joyous and wild under the starry sky.
The Goblin King pulls her close.
“Only humans jump,” he whispers in her ear, like a secret. “Witches and Goblins and Queens dance.”
By dawn, she’s standing on the sidewalk before her dorm, and Jareth shouldn’t look like he belongs there, like he could exist in the mundane world.
He bows to her, eyes amused and heated, but it’s she who darts forward and kisses him.
He tastes of peaches and magic and Sarah can feel flames licking at her heels.
They break apart.
She wonders if he’ll consume her, char her black, or if she can arise from ashes and flames stronger, the way the Labyrinth itself reforged her.
“Oh, no,” he protests, as if he can hear her thoughts (can he?) “Flames can’t harm you. Unless you want them to,” he breaths in her ear, and Sarah thinks of magic and witches and stakes, and knows she’s going to burn.
Title: Remembrance Day
Fandom: Fables
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Snow
Author’s Note: Written for the cinco de mayo holiday meme. Dedicated tofairest1.
Summery: “On Remembrance Day, the first year after the pups are born, Snow celebrates alone.”
On Remembrance Day, the first year after the pups are born, Snow celebrates alone.
No one else would think so; she was at all the parties, children floating around her like a demented halo, and there was noise and food and people's stories floating around each other, creating a glorious cacophony until it almost seemed that the Homelands were visible in the corners of your eyes.
But really, Snow celebrates alone.
After the pups are in bed, she climbs up to the top of the barn, the stars bright above her, and remembers.
On this Remembrance Day, she doesn't think about her past, her ruined happily-ever-after, her broken relationship with her sister, her shattered marriage, her society’s defeat, being captured in the Homelands and her quite unconventional rescue.... Well, she thinks about the latter a little bit, thinks about the way the Big Bad Wolf laughed at her and the almost gentle bite he took out of the inside of her thigh. (She runs her hand across the scar sometimes, and though the memory of the making of that mark has faded like the remembered agony of childbirth, her own fingers on scar tissue make her quiver.)
Snow White sits on the top of the barn, the stars bright and the sky clear above her, and remembers the future she didn't have. She thinks of sex she can't remember (had his hands been rough and possessive on her or as gentle and strong as they'd been when she'd dragged herself out of her coma holding his hand with all the wan strength in her weakened fingers?) and a side of Bigby she didn't have time to see enough of (parental pride smoothing out his features as he dawdled two of their children in his arms and the way he had kissed the little fists his sons and daughters would wave in his face, already as temperamental as their parents).
Snow sighs and wraps her arms around her knees. There is a wind blowing from the North, and it sends chills down her back, raises goose-flesh along her arms. She wonders if this wind will bring her scent to Bigby, if he'll know she's remembering him and feeling alone.
She wants him to come find her, to come rescue her again, but he only came when she needed him, and she doesn't, not really, she's doing fine on The Farm.
She just wants him.
A thousand miles away, the Big Bad Wolf scents longing on the wind, raises his muzzle to the sky, and howls.
Fandom: Labyrinth
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sarah & Jareth
Author’s Note: Written for the cinco de mayo holiday meme. Dedicated to
praiseofshadows.Summary: “She was supposed to be at some party, supposed to be flirting with some feckless boy and drinking disgusting spiked punch. Instead she’s in a clearing, dancing in flames.”
Sarah shouldn’t be here.
She was supposed to be at some party, supposed to be flirting with some feckless boy and drinking disgusting spiked punch.
Instead she’s in a clearing, dancing in flames.
Jareth has her hands in his, and he twirls her around, until the whole world is spinning and made of sparks.
“I thought we jumped over the fires,” she laughs, joyous and wild under the starry sky.
The Goblin King pulls her close.
“Only humans jump,” he whispers in her ear, like a secret. “Witches and Goblins and Queens dance.”
By dawn, she’s standing on the sidewalk before her dorm, and Jareth shouldn’t look like he belongs there, like he could exist in the mundane world.
He bows to her, eyes amused and heated, but it’s she who darts forward and kisses him.
He tastes of peaches and magic and Sarah can feel flames licking at her heels.
They break apart.
She wonders if he’ll consume her, char her black, or if she can arise from ashes and flames stronger, the way the Labyrinth itself reforged her.
“Oh, no,” he protests, as if he can hear her thoughts (can he?) “Flames can’t harm you. Unless you want them to,” he breaths in her ear, and Sarah thinks of magic and witches and stakes, and knows she’s going to burn.
Title: Remembrance Day
Fandom: Fables
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Snow
Author’s Note: Written for the cinco de mayo holiday meme. Dedicated to
fairest1.Summery: “On Remembrance Day, the first year after the pups are born, Snow celebrates alone.”
On Remembrance Day, the first year after the pups are born, Snow celebrates alone.
No one else would think so; she was at all the parties, children floating around her like a demented halo, and there was noise and food and people's stories floating around each other, creating a glorious cacophony until it almost seemed that the Homelands were visible in the corners of your eyes.
But really, Snow celebrates alone.
After the pups are in bed, she climbs up to the top of the barn, the stars bright above her, and remembers.
On this Remembrance Day, she doesn't think about her past, her ruined happily-ever-after, her broken relationship with her sister, her shattered marriage, her society’s defeat, being captured in the Homelands and her quite unconventional rescue.... Well, she thinks about the latter a little bit, thinks about the way the Big Bad Wolf laughed at her and the almost gentle bite he took out of the inside of her thigh. (She runs her hand across the scar sometimes, and though the memory of the making of that mark has faded like the remembered agony of childbirth, her own fingers on scar tissue make her quiver.)
Snow White sits on the top of the barn, the stars bright and the sky clear above her, and remembers the future she didn't have. She thinks of sex she can't remember (had his hands been rough and possessive on her or as gentle and strong as they'd been when she'd dragged herself out of her coma holding his hand with all the wan strength in her weakened fingers?) and a side of Bigby she didn't have time to see enough of (parental pride smoothing out his features as he dawdled two of their children in his arms and the way he had kissed the little fists his sons and daughters would wave in his face, already as temperamental as their parents).
Snow sighs and wraps her arms around her knees. There is a wind blowing from the North, and it sends chills down her back, raises goose-flesh along her arms. She wonders if this wind will bring her scent to Bigby, if he'll know she's remembering him and feeling alone.
She wants him to come find her, to come rescue her again, but he only came when she needed him, and she doesn't, not really, she's doing fine on The Farm.
She just wants him.
A thousand miles away, the Big Bad Wolf scents longing on the wind, raises his muzzle to the sky, and howls.
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Thanks!
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And it IS an awesome line.
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Poor Wolf- miles away and knowing his love is wanting him and not there - that's gotta be harder than just staying away for years while she was lonely.
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And Bigbly ran his hands down her back and she'd never had a man touch her in such a soothing way....
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He buries his nose in the hair behind her ear and inhales....
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Snow tilts her head to the side, emphasizing the long line of her throat.....
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Protected. Treasured. That's how his embrace makes her feel, what she never wants to let go of.
Bigby brushes his lips against her neck, testing.
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Bigby mades a dark sound deep in his throat, nipps lightly at her skin, and Snow gaspes out a pleased laugh.
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Taking pleasure in her touch, Bigby raises his head slightly, lipping at her earlobe.
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