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By Fairest Blood - A Snow White and the Huntsman Comment Ficathon

Welcome to By Fairest Blood, a comment ficathon for SWATH. Some quick guidelines:

What can I prompt and how do I do so?

You can prompt whatever you want that pertains to SWATH. That means pre-canon, post-canon, intra-canon, AUs, RPF — the world is your fanfiction oyster. Want to selectively erase certain aspects of canon from your memory? Go right ahead.

Prompts should contain the following format:

Characters/Ship (optional) - Timeline (optional) - Prompt (which may be a song lyric, quote, etc., but is not optional)

In other words, you can leave a character and/or a ship, and/or a timeline, which are optional, and a prompt, which is not. If you want, you can just leave a set of song lyrics and see what people do with them. If you want, you can just leave a timeline with those lyrics, or a just a character, or all three.

How do I respond?

There are no restrictions in terms of word count, format, tense, point of view, etc. Please title all of your response fics as such in bold at the top of your comment (make sure to close the bold tag!) since LJ took out comment titles because they're dumb:

Title - Character/Ship - Timeline

Presumably, your fics will contain these three things even if they weren't in the prompt. You can also fill prompts that have already been filled. If something speaks to you, as it were, it doesn't matter if there's already fic for it. You can write your own.

How do I promote?

Tumblr post if you want to promote there

Promotion link with image:

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Text link:

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the story told in darkness; pg

She was beautiful, and he was the brother; it was comfortable, in an icy sort of way, and they fit into the story neatly, like they’d been crafted for it.

She was beautiful, and he was the brother, but he was the sword, too, and her fingers curled around him, his power adding to hers until it hummed beneath her skin. She wondered if he could hear it, the song of her power, wondered if it was something to be shared (she knew it wasn’t, knew it was something for her and her alone, and she reveled in that, the idea that kingdoms could rest in her palm).

“You are the fairest of them all,” he murmured against her throat like he’d been taught, and she could feel it, could feel his heart hammering away beneath his ribs, and her fingers danced across it, nails scraping the skin. Mine, she thought as a thin line of blood dotted his pale skin, mine.

“Do you ever miss it, sister?” he asked afterwards, “our home?”

A beat, while she thought of it, the cold that left marks, the drops of blood against the snow, the feeling of being helpless. A beat, while she straightened the crown. “Never,” she answered.

“Are you glad you have me?” he asked like a needy child, his eyes locked on hers.

And she thought of a childhood spent huddled under furs and making up stories where they were always the victors, of the heartbeat that had been hers for as long as she could remember. “Of course, dear brother,” she answered, “you’re my sword.”

She was beautiful, and he was the brother, and in this story, she would always be the victor.

“Of course, dear brother,” she answered, “you’re my sword.”

crying about it leah this is PERFECT

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By Fairest Blood - A Snow White and the Huntsman Comment Ficathon

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