Story Snips - I Wish
Updated: Jun 6, 2022
Here is my very first creative writing post of the year! I’m so excited, and I’m also dreading it, because I have no clue what’s going to come out of my brain, this time around. I have so many ideas floating around, and this was the first that came up.
Ok, so you all should know by now that I’m an avid Labyrinth fan and as such, I am currently reading a few fanfictions…rather mature ones at that…(hey, I’m a woman with needs, sue me!)…and I got rather inspired by a few of them, and well…if you’re a Labyrinth fan, you’ll probably get the cues as well. I mean, this is a story snippet after all, so maybe those of you, fanfiction writers out there, could use it to create a proper fanfiction for the likes of your characters. If you do, please tag me! I’d love to read your works!
Anyway…ON WITH THE STORY!
It wasn’t that difficult to speak. In fact, the words could literally fall from a person’s lips, easily, but not for Alea. She knew the consequences of wishing, and although the payout was great, the price wasn’t. After all, according to one of her favourite TV shows, “Magic always comes with a price!”. Boy, wasn’t that true?
She stood in front of a beautiful man. At least, there weren’t any other words to describe him. Ethereal, delicate…no, not delicate. He was anything but. He was for all intents and purposes, a fairy. Not the ones with the giant wings and a girly wand, or the type of gay men, who were overly feminine. No, he was an honest-to-goodness fairy, fae, whatever you call them. Those darker creatures, that take your babies in the night, and swap them out with a changeling. Those creatures that could go bump in the night, if you weren’t careful, or warded up your houses from the lowest stone in the basement to the tip of your chimney.
He was one of those, fairies, and Alea was not pleased. She hadn’t said the words, nor had she any desire to. It was the damned brat who thought that it would be fine, to quote that godforsaken film that had taken her own soul, in the form of a very tight-panted goblin monarch. Sure, she’d also dabbled in the idea of being taken away by the fairies, but she had enough sense not to speak the words, or think them, truly and properly because, to quote that very monarch, “what’s said is said”.
Sighing, she glared down at the trembling kid, who took shelter under the sheets of his parents’ bed, peeking out from the duvet at the terrible beauty in front of him. Returning her attention to said beauty, Alea sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose, resigning herself to her fate.
“Well, isn’t this a surprise?” There it was. The voice that every fanfiction author knows how to describe. What was it? It sounded like chocolate slowly sliding down the throat. Or something like that. Enough was enough. Libido be damned. She wasn’t going to go down this sexy route, without knowing the price.
“Wait!” she said, firmly. If he thought she was trying to stall for time, that was a big no, and as he opened his mouth to speak again, she held a hand up, and pushed forward, “Before you take me away, because yes, I know you have no choice, I just want to know one thing.”
He lifted a delicately arched brow, and no, if you thought that it was the very goblin king that everyone knows about, you’d be wrong. He looked nothing like the David Bowie persona, but he did have the same air about him. The difference in this king was that his hair wasn’t wild or blond. It was brilliantly white, tame, long, and held back in a ponytail that rested against his neck. His eyes weren’t a dual blue and black. In fact, they were two shining gems of violet, that almost sucked Alea’s entire being into them, if she looked at him for too long.
“Very well, what is it you’d like to know?” he asked, tilting his head, like the bird he was. Oh, yes, just like the movie, he’d come through the window, but instead of swooping in, all drama and theatre, he came screeching through the window, like a hawk. Not an owl, a hawk, leaving feathers and leaves in his wake.
Shaking herself out of her stupor, because of course she could look into his eyes all day, she squared her shoulders and pointed to the boy, “I know he’s not gonna run for me. Hell, I know he won’t even make it past the gate, what I want to know is will I be turned into a goblin? Or will that whole, you know, adoption thing, happen to me?”
“Adoption?” the fairy asked, curious now. He paused, scrutinising Alea as if she were an art piece up for judgement. Still standing her ground, she didn’t mind, didn’t even really care. She just really wanted to know, and if he had to judge her from her looks, fine, but any remark about how inadequate she was, there will be words. Slowly he began circling her, and Alea rolled her eyes. Of course, he had to circle her, he was a bird after all.
“Well?” she asked, now growing impatient with the silence.
He didn’t answer her immediately. Instead, he made a full circle, slowly coming to a stop directly in front of her, close enough that she could feel his musk, that spicy, electric scent that comes with a lightning storm. A snake-like grin spread across his face, earning him a slight shiver in her spine, as he leaned in a little more, closing the gap, “I don’t think either option would be befitting a woman like you now, would you?”
Ok, I'm going to stop here, because...well if I continued on, you'll probably get a full story here, and I'm not about to create fanfiction like this. I'd rather leave that to those with experience. Anyway, as I said, this is for you writers out there. So, if you think you have a good story in mind, feel free to play around with it, just remember to tag me, reference me and do whatever it is to let others know that you got the snippet from me!
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