PROMPTATHON 2015
Welcome to one of the most eagerly-anticipated events on the be_compromised calendar! Are you excited yet???
Just before we get started we do have some info and rules we’d like you to read…
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Just before we get started we do have some info and rules we’d like you to read…
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Rating/Warnings: PG13 (swearing (of the f-word and lord’s name in vain variety), verbal child abuse with implied off-screen neglect and possible physical child abuse)
Summary: “I wish the goblins would come and take you away. Right now.” Fairy Queen Natalia steals Clint away, because his brother wished it so.
Author Note: For scribble_myname’s prompt on the be_compromised Promptathon 2015: fairy!Natasha steals Clint as her changeling child/little brother/helper or whatever A fairy AU with a touch of the film Labyrinth - title, the odd line, and the labyrinth itself are from the film, but you don’t need to have seen the film to understand this fic :)
With thanks to franztastisch for beta reading!
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Clint stands at the edge of fairyland, perched without fear of falling on a ledge that’s part of the crumbling remains of what once was a castle. Behind him the ruins fight a losing battle with vines and moss, nettles and saplings, until they are taken over and consumed by the dark forest.
In front and below the labyrinth is spread out before him.
As a boy he used to come here daily, much more cautious about his balance and footing, to look down and try to plot a path through the maze. Not to the centre; he’s already at the centre. He’d wanted to find his way out and home.
But there is no fixed route. The labyrinth changes, even as he looks at it, as it always has. They say once a person enters it changes even more, adapting to challenge the one who dares to cross. They don’t say that it’s impossible though and words are important here, so that’s something.
Clint doesn’t see the lady appear next to him. It’s just that one moment she isn’t there and in the next she is, red hair whipped backwards away from her face by the wind, knotted with leaves and berry-bearing twigs entangled in it.
“You’re thinking of leaving,” she says, voice like skin scraping on bark, and Clint doesn’t dispute it. There is no other reason for him to be here.
“I want you,” she says. “No one out there does.”
Complete fic here on AO3 or here on LJ
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