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By Fairest Blood - A Snow White and the Huntsman Comment Ficathon
(yeah yeah)
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:
Other banners:
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If you feel inspired to make a banner of your own, feel free to link to it in the questions/comments thread below and I'll add it up here.
Text link:
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:
Other banners:
by me
by
yon_lougawouIf you feel inspired to make a banner of your own, feel free to link to it in the questions/comments thread below and I'll add it up here.
Text link:
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When Snow gives birth to a daughter it terrifies her. She tries to recall the love of her mother, but only remembers Ravenna's beautiful face.
"Maybe she'll take after me," her Huntsman says, tyring to soothe her fears, "and we'll have an ugly child."
Snow stares up at his face, even through her exhaustion and through the paler version of his own, she can see the kind eyes and a winning smile.
"No such luck," Snow says before handing her beautiful child to her father and lying back on the bed to rest.
*
Snow's mother said her beauty rested her in heart.
*
Ravenna's mother said her beauty was a weapon.
*
It's widely known that Snow's daughter has none of her natural grace, none of her quiet charm, and all of her father's commanding presence and Snow loves her all the better for it. Her daughter growls through tall grasses and hefts her own toy axe.
There's a feeling there -- of the girl Snow had been in earlier, if not happier times, when she'd chased William over an apple and things had been simpler.
Years in that tower, trapped and alone, had washed most of that away.
*
"Tell me the story of the evil queen!" Snow and her Huntsman's daughter says eagerly.
"You've heard it already," the child's father says, "twenty, no thirty times at least."
"This night alone," Snow adds, earning her Huntsman's smile and her daughter's satisfied laugh.
"Tell it again," their daughter demands, before quickly adding, "please, I would very much like to hear it again."
"She was a little girl once," Snow finds herself saying, "before she was queen."
Her Huntsman watches her, silently. He's not heard this story before and Snow hasn't felt fit to tell it.
She walked through death. She knew Ravenna. She understands.
"She was beautiful," Snow continues. "And that became her trap and her power, because the world let it be so and she lost all that was in her heart until it was blackened with decay."
Their daughter is fascinated, she's pushed herself up to her knees and is leaning forward in anticipation.
"You're beautiful too," Snow says softly, and cards a hand through her daughter's thick, tangled, black hair. "What kind of queen shall you be?"
Her daughter thinks for a moment and then smiles teeth like tiny white pebbles. "A strong one." She falters and then glances at her father. "And a kind one. So there are no more evil queens except in stories."
Snow strokes her daughter's hair, ignores her Huntsman's questioning gaze, and stares out the window.
Twilight has brought on a cast of light over the healed lands of her father and Snow can only hope and pray that their daughter lives in a world like this forever.
"If I have a brother," her daughter says after a moment, sleep tinging the tone of her voice, "may I be a hunter instead of a queen?"
"Finally a suitable choice," her father replies and Snow fights a laugh.
*
Snow miscarries a son and is grieved for all the wrong reasons.
Her huntsman holds her and Snow thinks of their daughter and the pain she might face in this world and the impossibilities of protecting her from it.
*
Snow remembers the beauty of her mother, but the lingering thoughts of her kindness and gentle heart are fading. Now all Snow sees is that happy look on her face when Snow did her hair just right.
It's unfair.
Her mother was never like that.
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*
"I cannot get it to sit as yours does, mother," Snow's daughter says, miserably. It as if the entire world has ended, because she cannot get her hair to lay flat.
"It's lovely," Snow says, and then adds, "you should look like yourself."
"I want to cut it all off." Snow's daughter's eyes brim with angry tears and the face she makes at the bent metal she uses as a mirror is heartbreaking.
"If you'd like," Snow says, amiably. "Or we could braid it."
Snow's daughter throws herself on the bed and pulls at her hair, without a response.
*
The next day Snow has the mirror removed from her daughter's room.
(Snow tries not to look at her own reflection as the piece of warped metal sinks into the fire at the armorer's hand. She catches a glimpse anyway and sees the fire curling around her form. She thinks of Ravenna and then turns away from it.)
*
When that doesn't work, Snow sends her daughter out to the villages to give charity.
*
When that doesn't work, Snow's Huntsman takes their daughter to the farthest reaches to hunt, to breathe and to live.
*
When that works, Snow is grateful and jealous.
*
She stops wishing for a son and embraces the daughter they have as she is. Snow stops dreaming of Ravenna and of her mother and lets their memories rest.
*
Her Huntsman calls her beautiful, even as her hair begins to gray.
Snow says, "That troll was beautiful. The one that almost killed you the first day we met."
Her Huntsman laughs, until he realizes she's not joking. "It was a troll."
"She had kind eyes and she was in pain." Snow shifts past him, up the pathway, her skirt flitting against her legs in the wind.
"She? That thing was a she?"
"I'm sure her mother loved her just the same," Snow says, over her shoulder. She sighs in relief at the feel of truth in that.
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This was everything I wanted and more. The troll! The chain of mothers and daughters! The way Snow's been changed by everything she went through! Her daughter's hair texture! Ahhhhhhh. (Also, though the focus was very much on the women, I adored your huntsman characterisation.) Thanks again!
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