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I got an email from deviantart yesterday wishing me happy anniversary for being on here for 3 years. Wow. Time flies sometimes.

I started this account for one reason: to have a way to look at the fanart I liked, especially fancomics involving Goblin Kings. I posted photos on here so that I'd have something up,  and then eventually I put all my writing on here too.  

A lot has changed in my life in 3 years. I went from being in college with an internship to graduating from college with a degree in nuclear engineering,  with a job to boot. I had to move 700 miles away from home, but I got a job. I've gone from single to now having a wonderful boyfriend. :-) I have new friendships and support where I am.

I have changed on here too. I have ventured out beyond Labyrinth into the wide world of fandoms, and tried to wrote new things, as well as try stuff like photo manipulation. It's been a fun but bumpy ride as things happpen.

But despite all the change in my life, there is one thing that has not changed: the community. Each fandom has brought new people into my life, and I'm grateful to all of you for being around. When I was alone in a new town,  I sought refuge on here, and found it. When I need support with ideas,  you have given it. As time goes by, some people pass in and out as they can, and I know I have my weeks where I do that, disappearing for one reason or another. We all have rough spots in our lives and have to go sometimes. So, if we're still talking despite all that,  or if we are recently acquainted,  thanks. Having these conversations about life, fandoms, and everything in between really is something I value. Thanks for everything! :D

Chapter 2: Fixing Them Up

At last, April 16 had come!

Jareth and Sarah were married, and it was another beautiful spring day for it.  Three multi-layer cakes were made to accommodate all the guests, and the Winter and Summer Court officials ended up sitting next to one another, much to everyone’s surprise. 

Sarah just smiled about the arrangements, while Jareth had the goblins provide entertainment (at least by his standards) by playing tag under the tables, making everyone keep an eye on their shoes instead of the odd placements.  One could never be too careful once goblins started drinking ale, and never had there been more ale.

The goblins had much to celebrate, as their King was finally wed.  It helped that they considered themselves directly responsible for the couple coming together in the first place, so they felt justified in drinking more than usual.

Once the goblins went off to the city to finish the celebrations (no doubt with illegal fireworks), Jareth and Sarah continued to dance and talk to those still in attendance.  Sarah’s family had left some time ago, but Jareth’s family was still there.  It was Jareth’s sister who finally started asking the questions that most were curious about. 

“We all know how you two met originally, and that Sarah later came back to the Labyrinth by choice, but how and why did Jareth start courting?”

Sarah laughed while Jareth looked around for signs of goblins or Sir Didymus.  Seeing neither, he hung his head before continuing.

“As I’m sure you all know, Sarah had been visiting for more than a year when I noticed that the goblins were trying to stall Sarah’s exit from the castle on more than one occasion.  I asked them why, but for some reason, they all ran away.”

After the crowd chuckled and Sarah rolled her eyes, Jareth said, “So I decided to talk to the most talkative subject I know, Sir Didymus.  As you know, he’s Captain of the Royal Goblin Guard.  He talks to everyone, and he loves being useful to me.”

“The fact that he would guard the bridge to the Bog says much about him,” added Sarah.

“As I was saying, I brought Sir Didymus to me and asked him if he knew why the goblins were trying to prevent Sarah from leaving.  That was when he told me that they wanted a new queen and were getting tired of waiting since I had ‘brought the girl back’.  Shortly after that revelation, some chickens ran into the throne room, and with them came some goblins.  I figured that since the goblins ignored Sir Didymus when he talked to me, we could continue our conversation in peace.”

“Perhaps there was too much peace,” said Sarah.

“Too much indeed.  I asked Sir Didymus if everyone felt this way about me waiting to court Sarah.  I thought that she was not quite ready, but I needed to know how much I needed to say to convince everyone else to stop such nonsense from happening.”

“As if threatening would not do the job,” added Sarah, “which it would have.”

“But the goblins need to be distracted, and I could have easily given them something else to do for you instead.”

“But that didn’t matter in the end.”

“No, it didn’t.  For Sir Didymus told me then that he thought that Sarah was ready, and that I ought to do something before some other man tried to come and steal her away.  He was concerned that I was not showing off all of my good points, only focusing on her.”

“Was he, Sarah?”

“Oh no.  He did a fine job of selling himself and the Labyrinth to me, make no mistake.”

“Thank you, my wife.  Make sure you tell that to Sir Didymus one of these days.”

“I will.”

“But anyways, Sir Didymus left after giving suggestions on what kinds of things I should do to attract her since Sarah was supposed to come the next day.  I left the throne room where there were more goblins present than there had been before.  I thought nothing of it and went to bed.  The next day proved me wrong.  I had intended to talk to the goblins after Sarah left, but I was too late.”

Sarah laughed at Jareth’s soon-to-be-embarrassment before taking over.

“I came over the next day at the appointed time, all ready to go exploring a forest with Jareth, when a goblin came over and tugged on my pants.  Goblins had done that before to give me gifts, so I thought nothing of it and turned to face him.  I saw that he had many of his cohorts behind him, all of them looking at me with scared looks.  I was confused.”

“I didn’t know what had gotten into the goblins.  Normally they were louder when Sarah came, but today they were quiet, as though I had taken away all their chickens.”

“Since Jareth looked concerned about the goblins’ behavior, I decided to try to help by offering to give the goblin who approached me a hug.  He liked that, and then more questions came.”

~~~Begin Flashback~~~

“Lady, are you our friend?”

“Of course I’m your friend! I never stopped being one.  Come here, and I’ll show you.”

“Are you friends with King?”

“Well,” Sarah said, looking at a stormy-faced Jareth, “yes, I would consider him a friend.  We’ve become good friends since I started coming here.”

“So you like him?”

Sarah eyed Jareth, who looked mystified and tried to show that he was innocent.

“Yes, I like him.”

“And King likes you too! Likes you a lot! Wants to marry you. Said so yesterday!”

“Really,” said Sarah turning her back on a white-faced Jareth, “just yesterday?”

“Yep! So why aren’t you with him?”

“I-ah,” said Sarah, fumbling to figure out how to explain dating to goblins, while Jareth put a gloved hand over his face.  A crystal formed in his other hand, ready to reorder time should it become necessary.

“What’s wrong with King? Why you holding back from him?”

“Well, to tell you the truth-“

“He doesn’t have a clumpy walk like trolls.  He walks nice. And dances.  Good dancer, very romantic.”

Jareth smiled while Sarah agreed with all of the nodding and smiling goblins.  Another goblin soon chimed in.

“King not grumpy around you either! Never is.  Always sings.  We like it when he sings, not kicks.”

Sarah turned to Jareth, crossing her arms in expectation.  Jareth looked unrepentant while the goblins continued to give angelic faces (or their best attempt at it). 

“Is there anything else I should know about him?”

“Yep! He has good feet, not shaped funny.”

“But he always is wearing boots.”

“Boots nice and shiny, not hiding large feet like Ludo.”

Sarah could not argue with that.  Sarah adjusted her leg position, as she could see that the forest walk was going to have to be delayed.

“King smell good too! Not smelly like chickens.  Or bog.”

“I hope not,” added Jareth, “I wash well because of the likes of you.”

“Jareth, that’s not nice to say to your subjects.”

“Sarah, I’ll never be sweet to them.  To you, perhaps, but never them.”

Sarah could see that Jareth was telling the truth.  That was an interesting little fact about her, one that she would hold onto for later.

“Then you can at least be a little more sensitive.”

“Sarah, no.  I’m their King.  They need order, and I provide that.  Tough love is required.”   

The goblins did not like the way Sarah was staring at Jareth with her hands on her hips, so they tugged on her pants again.

“He good to us.  He perfect King!”

The goblins tried to nod and convince the skeptical look on Sarah’s face away, raising their voices over time as they tried more.  Jareth preened.

“I doubt that he’s perfect in any respect, especially ruling.  There are some aspects that could use some fixing up.”

“I’m not flawed,” said Jareth in a huff.

“Sure, just like I’m perfect, too.”

Jareth would have responded back had the goblins not been afraid of more bickering.  So far, their plan was not working.  Perhaps they should have gotten Jareth away, first.

“He’s a good planner! Great parties! And ale!”

The goblins were almost distracted by thoughts of drinking ale, but one goblin thankfully remembered where to go next.

“Yeah, has good head on his neck!”

Sarah tried not to giggle while Jareth tilted his head down, ready to cover his face with his glove again.  The goblins were encouraged by Sarah smiling, so they said more traits that they liked about him.

“King like chickens! Very important.  Chickens good.”

Sarah gave her best ‘O Really’ look to Jareth, who shook his head as though wanting nothing to do with the foul-tempered, feathered beasts.

“I barely tolerate those chickens, and have strict laws about how many can be here at any point of time.  Let me make that clear.”  

“Tolerating chickens doesn’t make a whole lot of difference to me.  There are other things I’m more worried about.”

“As Queen, you fix those things! King listen to you.”

“They’re right, Sarah.  Now are your concerns about me in general, or related to dating me?” said Jareth, who had sidled next to Sarah and had taken to whispering in her ear.

Sarah opened and closed her mouth, not sure how to respond.  Jareth plowed on, seeing his opening.

“Because if you’re concerned about ruling techniques, I’m open to…. compromise.”

“See? King like you! And will fix for you!”

“Within reason,” Jareth added.

Sarah hmphed before saying, “But you’ll still never be perfect.”

“But I’m perfect for you.”

The goblins started to get excited by what they were witnessing as Jareth made progress by draping an arm around Sarah, who did not push him away.  The goblins became shriller as they kept talking.

“King not scared of anything or one! Braver than Sir Didymus!”

Sarah tried to ignore the grin on Jareth’s face, or the way he tried pulling her closer to him.  Sarah just wanted the goblins to stop screaming.

“He’s good talker! Smooth like crystals.  Not socially impaired.  Good with ladies.”

“And that’s supposed to encourage me? That he’s good at getting his way, and then yells the rest of the time?”

Wide eyes blinked in the goblins’ faces as they realized that another tactic could fail if they did not try to stop it.

“King may yell, but least he don’t do it from the bathroom!”

“Yeah, very quiet in there,” said another goblin as others nodded encouragingly.

Sarah enjoyed watching Jareth turn pink at such statements.

“I’m not sure I needed to know that about Jareth-“

“King very attractive, yes? Very nice hair.  Manly and sparkly.”

Sarah grinned as she said, “Well, it wouldn’t be the first things I’d say about Jareth’s hair, but he does pull it off.”

“Come now, Sarah.  Is that really all you have to say? I’ve got the goods.  I’ve seen you admire it before,” said Jareth, whispering again in Sarah’s ear

“That’s all I’ll admit to, at present.  It’s going to take a lot more to get me to say anything else,” hissed Sarah back in his ear.

“We’ll talk after this.  Don’t you worry, Sarah.”

“I never doubted that for a moment, Jareth.  You have some explaining of your own to do, if you intend to fix-up what’s happening.”

“It’s just a couple of minor bugs that need to be discussed with the goblins.  I assure you I didn’t put them up to it.  You’ll understand soon once we’re alone.”

“I suppose that’s something you’re rather used to around here?”

“Well, the conversation isn’t the most stimulating, and most fae don’t show their faces around here, so yes.  But it means that I get to do what I want.”

“But King don’t want our hugs,” groused a goblin.

“Certainly not your idea of warm hugs.  Though I’ll never say no to you, Sarah.”

“Thanks, Jareth,” she said, trying to remove the arm that was slinking lower around her waist.

“See, Lady? You fix! He like your hugs, then maybe ours!”

Jareth laughed before saying, “Fixing me up with Sarah is not going to solve all those problems.  She’s welcome to try, though.”

“Lady can.  You not dating anyone else right? Or engaged?”

“Uh, no, I am not.  No fiancé to worry about.”

“Good! No ring, no problem.  All fixed!”

Sarah glared at a scrunched-up face from Jareth before saying, “I suppose they hear that from you?”

“Perhaps.”

“We’ll talk about that later.”

“Of course, Precious.”

“So, fixy-fixy time?” asked a goblin.

“Soon,” said Sarah, “but don’t expect me to change him.  I have no illusions there.”

“But love can! It powerful.”

“Who said anything about love?”

“King loves you.  Not hard to see.”

“I think it’s time we had that talk, Sarah,” said Jareth, trying to pull Sarah out of the room and failing.

“Wait a second, Jareth.  I want to hear what else the goblins have to say about love,” said Sarah leaning down to face the goblins.

“Love good! Love is strange, too.  Is strange magic.” 

“Love is magical, you mean?” said Sarah, smiling.

“Yeah, that! It makes people do bad and strange things.”

“And brings out the best in others, right?”

“Sure! So love is good, and magical, and makes people want to fix things.  You do that to King!”   

“That’s good to know.  I hope that when it came to that point in our relationship, that he would make me feel similarly, and that I would do that, and more.”

Jareth was quick to help Sarah up, squeezing her hand once she was standing up fully.

“I have no doubt, Sarah.  You smooth me out and keep me in line, better than anyone else has done.”

“Take off those sharp edges of yours? Round them off a little? Yes, I’d like that.”

“There’s a way to make that happen, Sarah.  Come with me.”

~~~End of Flashback~~~

“And so Sarah agreed to talk to me out in the garden for a bit.  After I explained once again that I had nothing to do with the goblins playing matchmaker and fixing us up, Sarah stopped teasing me about the odd ways in which to ask a girl out.  After that, the rest is history.”

“So the goblins didn’t need to help you propose then?”

Jareth tipped his head in the air, almost as though he were ruffling out his feathers.

“Certainly not.  I’m quite capable, and Sarah was much more talkative about her desires at that point.”

“Aww, it’s alright, Jareth.  I think they were teasing about that, too.”

Jareth turned a sly grin to Sarah.

“I think you’ll have to kiss me to convince me fully.”

“We’re married now.  Why not?”

The newlyweds exchanged another kiss to many noises of encouragement.

“I could get used to this,” said Jareth, leaning back with a grin of triumph. 

“Go Queen! More warm hugs! Fixy-fixy!”

All the goblins stood a little off in the distance, watching their royals kiss, hearts proud of their work.

“Go back to your cities and celebrate.  Now!”

The goblin watchers made themselves scarce, and no sooner had they left than fireworks started to shoot into the air.

“I’m going to-“

“You’re going to sit right here and enjoy the view.  If you’re not so grumpy, I’ll let you kiss me as well.”

“Just this once, because I’m fond of your kisses.  I’m not going to stop any burning houses though.”

“They have Sir Didymus.  They’ll be fine.  Thank you, Jareth.”

Love in the Spring Ch 2

Author’s Disclaimer: No, I do not own Labyrinth or Frozen.  All rights go to their respective owners.  I just play with the characters and songs.  This one-shot sequel/prequel is dedicated to Kiyomi-chan16 , a fellow J/S and Frozen lover who has a birthday today.  After a suggestion a while back to try a prequel, my mind ran with it and used Fixer-Upper.  I’m taking the opposite of the song for comic effect, because goblins are wonderful like that.  If you squint, you should be able to see it.   It’s very silly and fluffy, and was so much fun to write.  The bit of the song about tinkling in the woods puzzled me for a while, but I think this works.  This will be the last of the attempts to use Frozen songs, as the others are not love songs.  Happy birthday, KC! :D You are awesome and so talented! :D  I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter (if you celebrated it), and thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! :D (Also, was I the only one last night frustrated by the timing of DA updates?)

Chapter 1: fav.me/d7fhoym

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I'm sick. Been sick all week. It started as a cold, and then the coughing intensified. Turns out I have pneumonia. That's why someone said my cough sounds like a dying goose. Really, it does. This is the low point of my week of coughing and sleeping.  Now I have more reason to avoid others.

In other news, I had a great Easter!  :-) I went home and spent it with family. Sure I got sick, but it was nice to see everyone. I hope you all had a good one as well. :-)  

Other high points of my week were getting my taxes done at last, and getting a new bag at last. It has the Ouran High School Host Club symbol on it, and I'm excited to use it. There's also been some really awesome fanfics this week :-)  

Since I'm going to be home for at least three days, looks like I'm going to have lots more time to read and write, assuming the cough medicine does not put me to sleep first. I hope everyone is doing well and has a good week! :D
Chapter 2: The Peanut Gallery

“And I can’t get him out of my head….”

Several moments later, Marianne realized what she was saying and then shook her head as she walked from her car after listening to Electric Light Orchestra’s song of a similar name.  The guy named Bog had rushed in and out of her life only an hour ago, and she was still thinking about him.  How odd, and very bad. 

“Bad Marianne! This cannot be happening.  You’ll never see him again, and if Dawn were to hear you-“

“Marianne, is that you singing?”

Marianne tried to shake her head no, but Dawn was smiling knowingly as she got up and took off her gardening gloves and shook off the dirt on her.  

“Ah, ah, I heard it! Don’t try to deny it! I heard you singing.  Who is he?”

“There is no one-“

“I haven’t heard you sing since before-“

“As I said, there is no one in the picture.  I met a guy, yes.  But,” she said, putting up a hand to quiet her love-obsessed sister, “he is not someone I’m going to see again.  He is not important.  He came into and left my life within a half hour, all to stop my attempts to find an accompanist.”

“If it really is that hard, you don’t have to do it for us-“

“No, Dawn, I want to do it for you.  You both are cute together, even if it is too sweet for my liking.  I’m happy for you, and I want this day perfect for my younger sister.  I’ll just offer more money and look elsewhere.  I figured a coffeehouse would have a few musicians inside of it that were good.”

“Okay, alright, as long as you are sure.  I want you to have fun at the wedding and not work your butt off.  You’re already the maid of honor.  You shouldn’t feel bad about delegating.”

“I’m doing this for you, and that’s final.  Now, let’s go inside and get something to eat.”

The girls went inside, and Marianne hoped that Dawn had already forgotten about the guy she met as they made dinner for their girls’ night in.  Her hopes were soon dashed into tiny bits.

“So, what did this guy do exactly?”

After sighing in resignation, Marianne said, “He barged in when I had five more people to audition.  On and on he yelled at those guys, scaring them all within an inch of their lives.  If they weren’t so important to me, I would’ve laughed at how well and fast he made them run for being so new and terrible at guitar.”

“Sounds like a terrifying guy.”

“Well, being almost seven feet tall and broad shouldered with a name like Bog-“

“Wait, Bog, as in Bog of Eternal Stench?”

Marianne hugged her sister before continuing.

“Thank you for getting the movie reference.  Apparently those movie nights in college paid off.”

“So he didn’t get it?”

“Definitely not, and took it the wrong way.  But we didn’t talk much longer, so it worked out.  He had to rush to something, and I wasn’t about to stop him.  Really, the nerve of him.  He could have just waited a little longer, but no, too much Deep Purple had already been butchered.”

“Hypocrite.”

“I wish I could call him that.  However, he proved that he is more than capable with a guitar, and he’s actually quite good, at playing and singing.  I wish he had tried out.”

“I wonder why he didn’t.”

“He has a good job already, and he doesn’t do ‘silly, romantic stuff like weddings’,” she said, putting air quotes around his words. 

“Sounds like you two would get along,” said Dawn with a jab to the arm.

“No way.  Don’t you even start thinking about going there, little engaged one.  Just because you’re engaged and happy does not mean I want to be.  I’m happy by myself.”

“But you don’t sing anymore, and you used to love to sing!”

“You’ll hear me sing at your wedding.”

“But that’s still months away! Pw-eeze? I just want to see you happy, truly happy.”

“Dawn, I am happy.  I can’t be as happy as you, and you’re going to have to accept that.  As it is, I’m going to be taking on a lot more responsibility at work now that you’re jumping ship and creating your own business with Sunny.”

“We’re going to be the best interior decorators ever! I’m going to think of really cool ideas, and he’s going to make them all come to life.  He’s so good with his hands.  Wood or metal, he really is quite artistic.”

“I’ve seen and own some of his creations, too, dear.  His talent, combined with your ability to paint, will be a good combination.  I wish Dad would listen to reason.”

“I’m just glad he gave his blessing so we could marry.”

“Took him long enough,” muttered Marianne under her breath.

“So sissy, what shall it be tonight? Pasta?”

“Sounds good to me.  Then we can watch a movie while we eat.”

“Wanna watch Labyrinth? It’s been ages since we’ve seen it.”

“Dawn, I thought you’d never ask.”

On another side of town, Bog finally made it to his mother’s house and parked.  He would make it in time for dinner with ten minutes to spare.  Talking to Marianne had almost distracted him to the point of having to explain himself to his matchmaking mother, which he did not want to do if he could help it.

The only problem with that idea was an Electric Light Orchestra song playing on the radio, and it mirrored his thoughts about a certain brunette whose smile and general feistiness made him think for a moment about dating again.  It had been a long time since someone had been willing to stand up to him like that, and he admired that in a woman.

Far better that than running away and never speaking to him again.

He realized that he was starting to say, “And I can’t get her out of my head,” so he started humming before he got to the door.  No point to excite his mother, who was already at the door with a smile and wooden spoon. 

“Is that my Bog? Early even? What’s happened?”

Generally, Bog was good at arriving at his mother’s home right on time.  It was less time that she could interrogate him about his non-existent love life.  He had forgotten about that in his rush to leave.  He was really regretting talking to Marianne now.

“Traffic was lighter than usual.  That’s all.”

“Are you sure? I see a little pink in your cheeks.  I think you’re ly-ing.  Is it a girl?”

The pink in his cheeks from fibbing to his mother (he really hated doing so) intensified at being called out, and turned something deeper when she mentioned a girl.  Why was he even surprised that that would be the first thought of hers?”

“Yes! I knew it! You finally met someone! Oh, I’m so happy for you!” she said, wrapping her son in a tight hug.  Bog did his best to breath.

“I can’t wait to meet her.  You simply must bring her by sometime next week-“

“Mother, no.  It’s not like that.  Yes, it involves a girl, but not in the way you think.”

“Then what is it? Did you see that horrible witch again?”

“No, Mother, let me explain.”

And explain he did, as his mother put the finishing touches on the pasta before eating.  She sympathized with him and his ears, but she perked up upon hearing how much was being offered to play.

“Bog, dearest, I know you don’t like weddings, but that’s a lot of money.  It’d only be for a few hours at most.  Probably very easy for you.  Why don’t you consider doing it?”

“Mother, you’re only saying that because you want me to talk to that girl again.”

She spluttered indignantly before replying, “And so what if I am? She seems nice!”

“I don’t want nice.  Look at the last girl who had been nice at first.  No thanks, Mother.”

“Fine, but you should still go back to that coffee shop and grab a paper before she takes them all down.  You never know when you might change your mind.”

“There’s no point, Mother.  I’m never going to see her again, and that’s it.  With the amount of money she is paying, she’s probably a rich, spoiled brat who expects everyone to bend to her whims, especially when it comes to music.  You know how much I like being told what to do.”

Griselda laughed outright.

“Oh yes, I do.  Just about as much as your father, God rest his soul.  There’s a reason you own your own engineering consultant firm, my smart boy.”

“That’s right, Mother.  Well, thank you for the good meal.  It was good to see you again.”

“As it is every week.  I look forward to seeing you again then.  I hope to hear more good news on that front.”

“Don’t count on it.  Good night, Mother.”

As Bog drove home, he continued to think about Marianne and what his mother had said.  Perhaps grabbing a paper was a good idea regardless.  He would have to go there before going to Stuff’s place for Dungeons and Dragons.

As Bog walked into his apartment, Dawn and Marianne finished up their sister bonding night.  Those nights were limited, now that Dawn and Sunny were getting married and moving into their own custom home.  Dawn leaned against her sister, munching away at popcorn, while Marianne enjoyed listening to David Bowie sing.  It was not the same as another man she had heard singing earlier that day, but both were good in their way.  She tried to shake off such thoughts as quickly as possible, lest Dawn catch on.  Unfortunately for her, Dawn’s mind had already gone there and was only waiting the right moment.

“Marianne, did you ever have a crush on the Goblin King?”

The brunette took a moment to glare at her sister before responding.

“Of course I did.  Why do you think I showed you this movie? It’s certainly not for the acting.”

“Hee hee, no.  Definitely for David Bowie and his amazing singing.  Is he the best singer in your opinion?”

“I don’t know, Dawn.  He is good, but there are others with just as good voices, but in other ways.”

“Such as Bog?”

“Dawn!”

Marianne did not blush, but Dawn would bet good money that she was trying hard not to.  She had seen the way Marianne had looked off into the room earlier. 

“What? Come on, you really expect me to drop him? He’s the first guy you’ve talked about in a long time.”

“We argued,” said Marianne, as though it made total sense.

“There are worse ways to meet and end up together.”

“Such as, O Romantic One?”

“At a funeral.”

 “Way to kill the moment, Dawn.”

“You’re the one who asked.  But anyway, back to the topic at hand.  Was this Bog guy really almost seven feet tall?”

“He seemed like that.  He towers in the same way Jareth does over Sarah.”

“So Bog can be your own, personal Goblin King.”

“Dawn, I will not allow that line of thinking to continue-“

“Why? Because you’ll never see him again? Then why not? He’ll never realize that he is part of one of our inside jokes.”

“I’ll feel awful.  He deserves more than that, especially since he’s never seen the movie.”

“If he had, he’d probably be flattered.  Better Jareth than one of the goblins.  I like the way that sounds,  Bog the Goblin King.  I wonder what his last name is.”

“We’re never going to find out.”

“Then I shall name him Bog King.  It is so decreed!”

“That’s my sister.”

“Well, you’re not being very helpful, so I am.  Sheesh.  I want to have hope for you.  Plus, it’s fun to tease you about someone again.”

“I love you, too, Dawn.”

“Anytime, Sister,” Dawn said, reaching over and hugging her older sister.

“Let’s go to bed.  We have a long day of making fairy wings tomorrow.”

“Sunny is brining over all the equipment in his truck.  It’s going to be such a fun day! I wish Mom were here to help us and squeal over our designs.”

“I’m sure she’d be proud of us, just like Dad is that we still go and continue on, as Mom would have liked.”

Both girls slept soundly that night, with Dawn’s dreams not centered around Sunny for once.  Her mind was more delightfully engaged with thoughts of Marianne with Bog and how cute they would be together.  Marianne had another dreamless night.

Dawn was up first for once in the morning, and she headed downstairs to make breakfast for all three, as she expected Sunny any second.  This time would be their main source of alone time that day since Marianne would be home all day to help with Renaissance festival costumes.

“Dawn?”

“I’m coming, Sunny!”

Dawn threw the door open and ran into Sunny’s open arms.  After a long kiss and embrace, they let go of one another so that they could get all of the supplies out of the car.  Once that was done, a kiss of accomplishment was needed, and then they finished making breakfast together.  When Marianne came down, dressed and ready to go, a full breakfast was waiting, all the pancakes and eggs she could ask for.

“Good morning, Marianne!” said both in unison before hugging her. 

“Good morning to you, too.  Smells amazing.  I can’t wait to eat it.”

“I can’t wait for you to see the paint I found.  It’s the perfect purple for you, Marianne.”

“Thanks, Sunny.  I’m excited to see it.  What did you find for Dawn?”

“Exactly what she asked for.  She’s much more specific, which is good and bad, considering the shade she wanted.”

“But he found it, so that’s all that matters.  Thank you, Sunny,” said Dawn, leaning in to kiss him.

“Not in front me, guys! How many times do I have to tell you?”

After breakfast, the three went to the garage and got to work.  All came out satisfied with their progress.  Sunny would be an elf this year to play to his short height, and each girl had a brightly colored pair of fairy wings to match up with the rest of their fairy outfits.

On another side of town, Bog was driving from his office to the coffee shop.  As luck would have it, the shop was in the process of taking down the signs, so he took all of them after only asking for one.  From there, he went to Stuff and Thang’s home, who were hosting Dungeons and Dragons that week.

When Bog had first started his consulting firm, he had been unsure about how many people he would need, so he had started small.  Once he had a regular stream of people, then he expanded.  Stuff and Thang, however, had graduated a year behind him (and had done projects with him) and had been excited to work for him, no matter how small the group was. 

While working together, Stuff and Thang ended up falling in love and started dating.  Once they realized that Bog was not going to yell at them for having an office romance, they invited him to their Dungeons and Dragons nights that they had fairly often.  Considering the commanding personality he had, they decided that he would be a good Dungeon Master, and they were correct. 

As Bog played more, everyone else agreed as their nights had become far more exciting, even if partly because they were still a little afraid of him.  As Dungeon Master, he was fond of goblins, so they often had their campaigns as goblins.  From that, he earned the nickname as Goblin King, since he favored the goblins so much.  He was their unofficial leader, with Stuff and Thang the two who were forced to tell all news to him since he was their friend.

Bog ended up arriving a couple minutes late for the gathering because of traffic from the coffee shop.  He stuffed one paper in his pocket before heading inside to see who else had not arrived.  For once, he was the last one, so he took all the good-natured poking at him for being last after being such a time stickler. 

“Where you been, O Great King?”

“I got stuck in traffic.”

“Sure, like we haven’t heard that one before.  Denied! Try again.”

Bog sighed as he settled into his seat.  What should he tell them? Unfortunately for him, the paper in his pocket crinkled as he sat down before falling out of his pocket.  One guy picked it up and read it aloud for all to hear.

“What’s this? You giving up your day job to work weddings now? The great hater of love at a wedding?”

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“What is it?”

“I met a girl at a coffee shop-“

“Your mother will be so happy.”

Bog gave the speaker a face of “Really?” before going on.

“I already crushed her dreams.  No.  This girl and I, we met and argued about her inability to find good performers.  She needs an accompanist, and she offered so much money that every bozo with a guitar came and killed all my love for ‘Smoke on the Water’.  It was bad.” 

“Why keep the sheet?”

“Look at the price and tell me that’s not ridiculous.  Just looking at the sheet makes me laugh.”

Once all laughed at it, the subject was dropped temporarily in favor of starting the game.  During their break, though, someone else brought it up again.

“So what was this girl like?”

“She’s a fireball, a really feisty one.  She was willing to yell at me.”

“I want to meet this girl.  I don’t think she exists.”

“Call that number, and you will.  But leave me out of it.  I don’t think she likes me.”

“Don’t worry, we still do.”

“Thank you, Peanut Gallery.  Anyway, what of the plans to go to the Renaissance festival?” Bog said, trying to redirect the conversation.

Bog had been to a couple festivals now, all with the rest of the group.  Thang and Stuff loved the festivals, so they dared everyone else to come one year.  All had fun, so they ended up going back, usually splitting up for the various interests.  Bog preferred to go on alone.  This year, it had been a little harder to plan, but the consensus seemed to be for the following weekend.  He liked the idea a lot since the theme would be the Scottish Highland Games.

“We can all go this year.  How does next Saturday sound?”

“Let’s go.  We’ll meet here and drive together to save on parking.”

“Righto, Kingy.”

The rest of the game continued on after that without any more mention of Marianne, which was how Bog preferred it.  He was good at getting his way in this respect, and all seemed to think that she was no big deal, even if he still thought about her more than he should.  It would not matter, and so he kept that mantra up.

The next week flew by.  Bog had a new client that he had to design for, so he put in long hours there.  His costume was already done, a goblin outfit that matched all the others’ outfits, with his having more regal colors and a crown to show that he was in charge.  By Friday, he had done a good job of limiting his thoughts of Marianne to once or twice a day, or so he told himself.

If it would have been any consolation to him, Marianne had a similar issue with thoughts of Bog coming back.  Granted, her thoughts were more frequent as she wondered if he could be bribed into helping her, mixed in with thoughts that stemmed from Dawn’s teasing about “her Goblin King”.

On Friday night, Marianne went out with Sunny and Dawn to a bar to celebrate Marianne’s success in finishing another project for her dad’s architecture firm, as Sunny wanted to hang out with the girls as well.  Dawn got on stage for a rousing rendition of “Sugar Pie Honey Bunch” (directed at a smiling Sunny) before sitting down and drinking more. 

Dawn was a lightweight, just like Marianne, but Dawn was not concerned as she had two people with her that she trusted.  Soon, Dawn was saying outrageous things and hugging Sunny incessantly.  She had hugged a lot before they dated, but once they became official, she limited all her hugging to him, much to Sunny’s delight.  Tonight, Marianne was on her mind, as was Bog.

“Marianne, I wish you had gotten his number.  I bet he’d enjoy this.”

“I doubt it, Dawn.  He seems quieter.”

“Despite meeting for such a brief time, you sure seem to know a whole lot about him.  I wonder why?”

“Things he said struck a chord with me.  That’s all.”

“I think you like him.”

“Dawn, if I have to tell you one more time-“

“He’s your own personal Goblin King.  And he sings too! Your own Boggy Woggy.”

“Don’t call him that.”

“Why not? Why do you care?”

“Because if I had a name like that, I’d never want to be called that.  Common courtesy.”

“Because you like him!”

“Sunny, I think it’s time to go home.”

“I’m right behind you, Marianne.”

“But, Sunny, I don’t want to go home yet.  We haven’t discussed which cakes we liked best from this morning’s tastings.  I really liked the second one.”

“I liked that one, too, but it was too sugary.  I thought the third one was the best balance.”

“Hmm, I think I need to try that one again.  Wait, when did we get to the car?”

“We need to go home, Dawn.  We have a drive ahead of us before the festival.”

“I’m so excited! Can we go to jousting together, just the two of us? It’ll be so romantic, just like last year.”

“Maybe not with every detail the same-“

“Oh, of course not, Sunny.  They might have expectations, but they’ll see us tomorrow.  And I’ll be proud to be there with you, my best friend.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Dawn.”

Night passed quickly, and soon it was time to get up and go to the local Renaissance festival.  All piled into their respective cars and arrived in time for the opening ceremonies.  Marianne’s group got there before Bog’s group because Marianne forced Dawn to get up earlier than usual, but it was worth it.  Bog and his crew got there soon after, and they greeted the staff and volunteers like old friends.

Bog enjoyed the volunteers this year who played Queen Elizabeth and her court.  They were more lively than last year’s.  Once they were all let into the festival officially, the group posed for a few pictures before splitting up as always.  Bog went off to a shady corner (as the day was already feeling hot, even for September) to look at the map and determine his schedule of events for the day.

Once he got close to a tree, he saw a bright purple in the corner of his eye, and he investigated it.  As he got closer, he saw that the purple was in fact wings.  Fairy wings by his estimation.  They were not store-bought, like so many others, but were delicately wrapped and crafted.  A feat like that was uncommon and deserved a second look.  Then, he heard a female grunt of frustration. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you unstuck.  Sunny is looking for someone taller as we speak.”

Taller? Bog was puzzled until he spotted where the right wing was attached to a tree branch.

 It was easy for him to grab the branch and wing, so he said, “Here, I got it.  I promise to be gentle on the wings.”

It took him only a moment, and once he unhooked the wing, the owner turned around, as though to thank him.  And then they recognized one another.

“You!” 

The Accompanist Ch 2

Author’s Disclaimer: No, I don’t own Strange Magic, or any songs that I mention in this story.  All rights go to their respective owners.  In this chapter of the modern AU, we will learn much more about everyone else.  This was longer than I expected, but that’s normal for my stories.  There’s lots more Dawn and Sunny stuff, as promised.  They will have their moments now and then.  Expect a lot more explanations in the next chapter.  Also, I love the movie Labyrinth, if you had not already noticed.  There’s a few similarities between these two movies that I wanted to play with.  Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! :D  

Chapter 1: fav.me/d8o1rfb

 

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Theresa Marie
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United States
Quick facts:
I'm a hopeless romantic, as well as an eternal optimist. :D I love and write fluff. Also, I am a Christian engineer. I love what I do. :D My art is a wonderful hobby of mine, coming from my desire to see certain couples end up together, making me a committed fangirl. I love making art almost as much as I love looking at art on here. :heart:

I now have a profile on FF.net, livejournal, and A03! :D

Long Version:
I'm very fond of fanfiction, in particular Labyrinth ( :iconjarethplz: + :iconsarahwilliamsplz: = :heart: !!!) And then there are the other fandoms that I follow, though perhaps not as much (thankfully, or I'd never leave). There are some amazing artists out there; I love checking out the work and admiring it. I'm an engineer, and I love doing that type of work (aka math and science). However, I like to write for fun and take pictures. I love talking, and will talk about just about anything, so if you ever want to chat, just comment or let me know! :D

I have a bunch of stories here, and all of them can be found on my fanfiction account: www.fanfiction.net/u/2737385/t…

I love to take pictures with my new Nikon, so I'll be posting those now and then. Also, I've done a variety of things with ASinglePetal on editing work/writing because of a contest I entered of hers. I've also started photomanipulation! :D I have a couple done, and most will be covers for stories I write. There should be more in the future, once I can get myself away from writing.

Yes, I am a Christian, and proud of it! :-) This will occasionally affect my writing, but I'm not trying to preach or anything. :heart: you all!

Fandoms: Labyrinth, Jane Austen, Ouran High School Host Club, Strange Magic, Frozen, Bond/007, Marvel, Thor, Disney, Sherlock, Howl's Moving Castle, Harry Potter, The Parasol Protectorate, ATLA, POTO, and MANY others (look at all the groups). Slowly getting into Once Upon a Time and Dr. Who.

Pairings:
Labyrinth: J&S: SO SO HARD!!!
Strange Magic: Butterfly Bog and Sunny Day
POTO: either, depends on mood
HP: Hermoine & Snape (written this), Hermoine & Harry, Luna & Neville, Draco & Ginny, a variety, as well as canon
Ouran: Haruhi & either Tamaki, Kyoya, Hunny, or Mori. I haven't been convinced of the others.
ATLA: canon or Zutara , Tokka, Taang
Marvel: canon, Lokane, Tasertricks, Darcy& Cpt America, Darcy &Hulk, Clintasha
Frozen: Jelsa, Kristanna, Helsa (With redeemed!Hans)


Writing Schedule!

Current:
1. Letters from a Mutual Friend
2. Sarah and the Laws of Queendom
3. Art Exchange with xXRainbowStarsXx SAO (Kirito X OC)
4. Sweet Possibilities: 2 more one-shots for sure, Hide and Seek, and Beautiful
5. The Accompanist (Strange Magic)
6. What You Want (OHSHC KyoHaru)
7. The Host Club Is (OHSHC TamaHaru)


Later:
1. Arrogance and Animosity (Labyrinth)
2. Assorted OHSHC one-shots (TamaHaru)
3. Little Ouran (OHSHC AU, KyoHaru)
4. Assorted Holiday one-shots (Labyrinth)
5. The Love Shack (Strange Magic)


Story Summaries for Labyrinth Stories: Let there be much J/S Fluff!!!

1. Sarah and the Laws of Physics: my first one, and finished. The feedback from this story has been great, and now I want to write a short sequel (see details below). Started Feb 2011, finished Summer 2011.

2. Baby It's Cold Outside: my second finished one. A holiday-themed one for Christmas and Thanksgiving. Started Dec 2011, finished May 2012.

3. Trick, or Treat: More Halloween-themed fluff. Should have been a one-shot, but it's not, so it's a two-shot. Started and finished Oct 2012.

4. Another Valentine's Day: More Valentine's Day-themed fluff. A two-shot because I'm verbose. Started and finished Feb 2013.

5. How to Woo Properly: Complete. Based on a one-shot/drabble by Kyndsie. Link included in story. Another way in which Jareth might have tried to win Sarah. Started Sept 2012, finished Feb 2014.

6. Sarah and Laws of Queendom: Currently finishing. Sequel to Sarah and the Laws of Physics. Started July 2011.

7. Arrogance and Animosity: on hiatus until Summer 2015. Labyrinth meets Pride and Prejudice (and some Shakespeare), so excited to do it. Will be finished after Sarah and the Laws of Queendom. Started June 2011.

8. Letters from a Mutual Friend: is the letters sent between Sarah's three friends, Sarah, and Jareth, after Sarah starts college. This story will have short chapters, but there will be many to make up for it. This story will be lengthy as a result, covering all of Sarah's years in college. Started July 2013.

9. Under the Stars: Versions 1 & 2: Fluffy stories (one-shots) about Jareth and Sarah being together under the stars.

10: Love in the Spring: 2 related one-shots that are gifts to a friend, Kiyomi-chan16 . Labyrinth meets Frozen songs. The result is silly fluff.

11: Sweet Possibilities: All one-shots written for livejournal. So far includes: One Samhain Night (Halloween fic), Goblin Gifts (Christmas fic), A Winterfest Story (Christmas fic), Them Apples, Have Stick Will Travel, For the Longest Time. Hope to add: Hide and Seek and Beautiful

12. There's A LOT of one-shots, so go look at my folder of one-shots to get a look at all of them.

13. Of Love and Dreams: a future story, romance novel spoof I've always wanted to write. More J/S, with some Toby and Sarah sibling time. Haven't decided if drama or comedy. Sarah needs inspiration for her romance novels, and so has Toby help her visit the Goblin King by wishing her away. Nothing wrong with that plan at all.

18. FAR FUTURE: The Goblin Ball: it involves much dancing, and even more poetry. More scared of the poetry honestly. Could be drama or comedy.

Non J/S:
This list is growing, thanks to OHSHC and Strange Magic.
Involving OC's of ASinglePetal
1. Assassins Don't Wear Pink
2. Assassins Don't Wear Dresses (sequel to 1)
3. Welcome to Home Depot, Mr. Bond
4. A Day at the Prince's Zoo
5. Just Another Family Dinner
For Sword Art Online
6. Christmastime in Sword Art Online: giftfic
For Harry Potter
7. Snape's New Favorite Toy
Ouran High School Host Club
8. New Year's Eve, Ouran Style
9. Alone Now
10. Don't Mess with Our Friends
11. His Favorite Gift
12. With You
13. What You Want
14. The Host Club Is
Strange Magic
15. The Accompanist

Other Random Facts
deviantWEAR sizing preference: L
Favorite genre of music: Rock and Roll
Favorite photographer: none
Favorite style of art: Photography
Operating System: PC
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Favorite cartoon character: Scooby-Doo
Personal Quote: "I can do all things in Him who strengthens me."-Philippians 4


Fantasy!!! I also really enjoy this, part of the reason why I wanted to do photomanips to begin with. Fairies and the supernatural are interesting to see and read about, no shame.

Did I mention that I'm a nerd, and proud of it? I'm an engineer, with very eclectic interests. By personality, I am ESFP, so go figure. And I'm left-handed!

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Many thanks to Erozja for the use of her free avatar for my profile pic!!! See her profile here: erozja.deviantart.com/

Also, yes I know I fave too much. I like to fave and run. So much art, so little time! Sorry if I don't comment, but if I feel really strongly, you'll know ;-)

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Interests
I got an email from deviantart yesterday wishing me happy anniversary for being on here for 3 years. Wow. Time flies sometimes.

I started this account for one reason: to have a way to look at the fanart I liked, especially fancomics involving Goblin Kings. I posted photos on here so that I'd have something up,  and then eventually I put all my writing on here too.  

A lot has changed in my life in 3 years. I went from being in college with an internship to graduating from college with a degree in nuclear engineering,  with a job to boot. I had to move 700 miles away from home, but I got a job. I've gone from single to now having a wonderful boyfriend. :-) I have new friendships and support where I am.

I have changed on here too. I have ventured out beyond Labyrinth into the wide world of fandoms, and tried to wrote new things, as well as try stuff like photo manipulation. It's been a fun but bumpy ride as things happpen.

But despite all the change in my life, there is one thing that has not changed: the community. Each fandom has brought new people into my life, and I'm grateful to all of you for being around. When I was alone in a new town,  I sought refuge on here, and found it. When I need support with ideas,  you have given it. As time goes by, some people pass in and out as they can, and I know I have my weeks where I do that, disappearing for one reason or another. We all have rough spots in our lives and have to go sometimes. So, if we're still talking despite all that,  or if we are recently acquainted,  thanks. Having these conversations about life, fandoms, and everything in between really is something I value. Thanks for everything! :D

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