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Birthday Greetings From Afar
Title: Birthday Greetings From Afar
Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: Happy Birthday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Fandoms: Labyrinth/Once Upon A Time
Character/Pairing: Jareth
Rating: PG/K+
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 584
Date Written: 7 February, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
He's surrounded by beasts that cringe, cower, and crawl at his every call. He's surrounded by creatures who have to do his bidding and call him Master. Every one of them knows that he won't hesitate to destroy them if they displease him, or, at the very least, to dunk them head first into the Bog of Eternal Stench. He is anything but a fool. He doesn't trust a single one of them and knows any of them would betray him in a heartbeat if they thought it would help them get ahead. After all, they already betrayed him with the girl.
He rules them with an iron hand, and it's rare, if ever, that Jareth wishes for something more. It's even more rare that he wishes he could be gentler with them, that he could perhaps have at least one trusted ally with an actual brain. Today is one of those days. He's never an easy day when a King of his beauty and charm has to admit to turning another year older.
Every one in the kingdom has wished him a happy birthday, but he's seen the way they look at him when they do it. The Goblins tremble in place, wishing him the best but also expecting to be kicked and preparing their tiny bodies for the impact. Hoggle grunts it, never really wishing him a joyous anything but also hoping to stay out of trouble with him and any near proximity to the Bog. Didymus yips it, but then the dog Knight has little sense left to him. His nose is proof alone of that sad fact. Ludo doesn't even know what a birthday is, and any day is a day to party down with the Fieries.
Jareth yawns against his gloved fingers, tapping his rod against his leg. He's tired of it all. There's no fun to be had here in the Labyrinth. Even kicking Goblins and partying with Fieries couldn't make him forget the fact that he's another year older, another century older in fact, and he still doesn't have a cure for this blasted curse. He still isn't free to travel wherever he pleases and do exactly what he pleases. He still has to take the babies and test the girls. Sometimes, he thinks he'll never really be free.
But then a bubble appears in front of him. It's one he actually didn't conjure, and he knows instantly that it's magical, not simply something that the labyrinth created in its own design. Dark and bony fingers wave a greeting inside the bubble, and a voice cackles out, "Happy Birthday to an old ally!"
Jareth smiles his first genuine grin all day. He has been thought of by some one who doesn't care for him because he fears him and wants to stay out of trouble with him. He's been thought of by some one he might accidentally call a friend, even if he, too, is trapped. His trap may be his own doing, but they still have a great deal in common, very little of it any actual good.
Still, he smiles as the bubble pops and a bottle falls. Rumplestiltskin's voice cackles in the air. "Have some wine on me." And as Jareth conjures a goblet and pours the wine, he raises a toast to his friend so far away, a smile still on his face, a certain twinkle returned to his eyes, and a strange, unfamiliar warmth in his heart. He isn't alone, after all.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: Happy Birthday,
crucified!Fandoms: Labyrinth/Once Upon A Time
Character/Pairing: Jareth
Rating: PG/K+
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 584
Date Written: 7 February, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
He's surrounded by beasts that cringe, cower, and crawl at his every call. He's surrounded by creatures who have to do his bidding and call him Master. Every one of them knows that he won't hesitate to destroy them if they displease him, or, at the very least, to dunk them head first into the Bog of Eternal Stench. He is anything but a fool. He doesn't trust a single one of them and knows any of them would betray him in a heartbeat if they thought it would help them get ahead. After all, they already betrayed him with the girl.
He rules them with an iron hand, and it's rare, if ever, that Jareth wishes for something more. It's even more rare that he wishes he could be gentler with them, that he could perhaps have at least one trusted ally with an actual brain. Today is one of those days. He's never an easy day when a King of his beauty and charm has to admit to turning another year older.
Every one in the kingdom has wished him a happy birthday, but he's seen the way they look at him when they do it. The Goblins tremble in place, wishing him the best but also expecting to be kicked and preparing their tiny bodies for the impact. Hoggle grunts it, never really wishing him a joyous anything but also hoping to stay out of trouble with him and any near proximity to the Bog. Didymus yips it, but then the dog Knight has little sense left to him. His nose is proof alone of that sad fact. Ludo doesn't even know what a birthday is, and any day is a day to party down with the Fieries.
Jareth yawns against his gloved fingers, tapping his rod against his leg. He's tired of it all. There's no fun to be had here in the Labyrinth. Even kicking Goblins and partying with Fieries couldn't make him forget the fact that he's another year older, another century older in fact, and he still doesn't have a cure for this blasted curse. He still isn't free to travel wherever he pleases and do exactly what he pleases. He still has to take the babies and test the girls. Sometimes, he thinks he'll never really be free.
But then a bubble appears in front of him. It's one he actually didn't conjure, and he knows instantly that it's magical, not simply something that the labyrinth created in its own design. Dark and bony fingers wave a greeting inside the bubble, and a voice cackles out, "Happy Birthday to an old ally!"
Jareth smiles his first genuine grin all day. He has been thought of by some one who doesn't care for him because he fears him and wants to stay out of trouble with him. He's been thought of by some one he might accidentally call a friend, even if he, too, is trapped. His trap may be his own doing, but they still have a great deal in common, very little of it any actual good.
Still, he smiles as the bubble pops and a bottle falls. Rumplestiltskin's voice cackles in the air. "Have some wine on me." And as Jareth conjures a goblet and pours the wine, he raises a toast to his friend so far away, a smile still on his face, a certain twinkle returned to his eyes, and a strange, unfamiliar warmth in his heart. He isn't alone, after all.
The End
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Awesome fic, totally love the idea of Jareth and Rumple being friends (well...friends might be a strong word for the two of them, but you get the idea. Like you said, someone he might accidentally call a friend sums it up pretty well LOL). Those two would have the BEST interactions. :P
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But I can't take the credit for the Jareth+Rumplestiltskin friendship idea.