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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?

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snow white/eric, modern au: the gun is the sword of our times.

my anon comment doesn't seem to be going through so eff it

bang, bang, bang [snow/eric; pg]

They call it The Dark Forest, but Snow can't help but think that even this grimy, dark part of the city is better than being locked in that sunless basement one more night (hour, minute, year). She doesn't say as much to her grunting protector -- there's no way to trust him yet.

She used to trust all.

*

"I can't use a gun." Snow does not take a step back, but she can feel it behind her eyes, the urge to run, to hide. It's a retreat she cannot allow herself. She has to get to safe haven. To her father's friend Duke. And William.

"You'll have to," her protector says. He doesn't say much else as he shoves the weapon into her waiting fingers. "It will have to be part of your arm." He takes a breath and it fills him until he's towering above her with a look she cannot decipher.

"My arm is not metal," Snow points out, but follows his movement as he adjusts her wrist.

"Aim for the meat of the body. The heart. You cannot wound a leg or an arm. There's too much of a chance to miss and you need to see them die, or you won't see much else."

Snow pictures it. That moment of vengeance for her father. Crash. Rip. Skishhhh. The noise of the bullet as it tears through Ravenna's blackened heart. Too quickly it's ruined by the image that always appears -- Ravenna smiling at her and pushing back a stray lock of Snow's hair.

(When she trusted. When she let anyone in. She doesn't know how to get Ravenna out. Even now, after all this time. Her heart is gentle. Her heart is weak.)

"I can't," Snow says and pushes the gun back into his hands. "I couldn't do that. Not to anyone."

He shakes his head. Still towers above her. He puts the gun back in it's holster and walks ahead.

Snow follows.

*

"Soda," Snow laughs and it surprises her as the carbonation tickles her tongue. She glances at Eric across the table. He looks as surprised, but he's smiling. It's not a bad look for him. "I... was never allowed," she wants to look away, but she meets his eyes, the intensity there -- the same when he's aiming his two guns and spreading death through the air -- it's her own kind of bravery.

"Can't rot your teeth now," Eric says, and drinks his own. Snow suspects by the smell that it is another kind of alcohol. No matter the can.

*

William uses a revolver as if it's an automatic. Eric prefers the shotgun he found, but always relies on the handgun he keeps by his hip.

Snow has no use for these weapons. For the pain they bring. In the scent of their fiery powder, she only smells sulfur. And slowly, sees Ravenna's face.

*

In death, Snow understands. If she does not take a weapon in her hands. Ravenna wins. Ravenna is never free. Snow is to be a leader. A true one. And that means sacrifices and a deft hand.

She wakes to the taste of something unfamiliar and warm on her lips and smiles. And then her smile fades and she knows what she must do.

*

The blood is thicker than Snow had expected as it drips down the stone floor. Ravenna's eyes are pale and empty. She will never fly, or cry, or kill again. There's no relief.

William comes to take the gun from her limp fingers, but she holds him back. "No," Snow says. "It's my fingers at her neck."

He looks at her, confused, and familiar of that boy she knew so long ago.

Snow looks up to see Eric, his gun at his hip, blood smeared on his chin, and a quiet smile on his face.

She wraps her fingers more tightly around the pistol and places it back in it's holster. By her hip.

MIA MIA MIA, YOU'RE SO GR8 TO ME.

She wakes to the taste of something unfamiliar and warm on her lips and smiles.

UNCOOL. ugh and this is so wonderfully dark and grimm and i can imagine it as a modern retelling of the tale so easily! thank youuuuuuu. you're the best.

I WAS LIKE NEVER GOING TO WRITE FIC AGAIN, ARI, DO YOU KNOOOOOOOOOOW.

And then I saw your prompt and was like, well damn. So pleased you liked it. ♥

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