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The goblins had one rule: do not let Sarah see them while they watch her.

Because, if they got caught, Sarah would see them, and then she would get mad and tell their King.  And if the King found out, then they were all going for an extended vacation to the Bog.  They did not want to spend any time in the Bog of Eternal Stench, so they made it a habit to not let Sarah see them, even if they stole her things from time to time.  She had nice socks, after all.

And then one day, a goblin got caught. 

Poor Skampers.  He just could not scamper away fast enough.

To his great surprise, Sarah did not look shocked that he was trying to make off with the remnants of some mashed potatoes and stuffing from Thanksgiving that Sarah had left to cool on her desk.  Not only did she smile at him, but she let him take it home! And then, she did not tell Jareth!

The entire goblin population was amazed! They had to thank Sarah somehow for being so generous.  And so they thought, until they could think no more.  Then, Skampers went and found the small pine tree that he had stolen from Sarah a year ago, and the answer was found: bring back all the stuff they had stolen!

But alas! Most of the stuff would be returned in a few days, so they would have to spread it out and find more things.  They figured that if they showed their thanks for at least a month, then Sarah would stay nice and not tell their king what had happened.  Yes, clearly, a little bribe never hurts.  And so the search began to find more appropriate things to give to Sarah.

Meanwhile, Sarah was experiencing post-Thanksgiving blues. 

Black Friday had been an unsuccessful day, getting two hours of sleep, a dented car, and a toaster out of the whole day spent trying to find gifts for her family and friends.  There was too much leftover Thanksgiving food, and she was sick of mashed potatoes and stuffing. 

She was getting ready to go back to homework and studying to finish off those last couple weeks of classes of her fall semester of college, and she wanted no part of it.  She wanted to have only one semester left of college, yes, but it was going to be rough getting there.  It was now the last day of November, and she was not excited for what the next day brought.  Because tomorrow meant that it was December, and the beginning of Advent, a time of joyful preparation before Christmas.  Joyful, her foot.  More like excruciating chaos by the time all was done.

Her list of things to do before Christmas was daunting (at least by her standards).  She needed to finish three papers and take three final exams (she always wondered why everything bad came in threes). 

She had to practice for ballet (not a stress-free elective as hoped), as her final would have her performing the Nutcracker with Toby (forced into it by his mother), and she was not at all ready for that.  She would be Clara, and the guy playing the Nutcracker Prince was a stuck-up narcissist that she really wished would float away, based on the size of his ego.  But she only had to deal with him for another month, and then she was free from him and his nasally voice demanding attention.

She had to find gifts for all her family, and she did not know how she was going to find time to do it between the classes and ballet.  But find time she would!

And so, on November 30, Sarah saw a goblin.  She was already in despair about what else could go wrong, so finally having visual confirmation of her hunch was actually kind of nice.  If only she could get her socks back.  But she smiled at the goblin and happily let him have the food that she did not want to eat any more. 

Little did she realize that in doing this one good deed, she would be repaid tenfold for her troubles. 

She woke up on December 1, opened the first slot on the Advent calendar, only to see something green catch her eye.  While eating the chocolate in the calendar, she sought out the green item, which turned out to be her missing pet pine tree.  She had assumed that it had been thrown out because it had died or had Merlin do his business in it, but apparently not. 

It seemed the goblins had taken it, and now wished to give it back.  That was fine with her, as now she could decorate it.  The only thing was that there was a peach inside of it, for reasons she could not fathom.  She had heard of partridges in pear trees, but peaches in pine trees? Definitely goblins afoot. 

It was either that, or Jareth had planted it, but she did not want to think about him.  He was an active part of her fantasies, and that was it, thank you very much.  She would never see him again, and she was resigned to that. 

Sarah went about her business until the next day, when she went to her Advent calendar to discover that the flap was already slightly folded, and the chocolate gone! Some injustice, no doubt goblin in nature, had happened there, until she saw that two pairs of socks had appeared, each with chicken feathers stuck in them in a decorative fashion.  Sarah shook her head as she placed the feathers on her tree and took the socks to the washing machine to be thoroughly cleaned and bleached of all goblin residue.

The rest of the week continued in this fashion, with her chocolate being taken, and more items being returned.  She ended up getting back eleven more pairs of socks (each with more feathers), bouncy balls (Toby would be glad), some rubber bands, and many pencils.  Sarah had never seen more chicken feathers in her life, and her tree looked as though a chicken had been skinned over it. 

And that was perhaps the only good news about that week.

Everything else had not worked out so well, especially money-wise.  The car had cost more to fix than she had expected, so she had less to spend on gifts. That, and her work was giving her less hours, so less cash flow in general.  She had found something nice for her father, but it had cost more than she expected.  Part of her had wanted to stamp her foot about the state of unfairness of the world, but thoughts of Jareth smirking and asking her about her basis for comparison shut her up quickly, as she was distracted by some lovely thoughts of him from when he had said that to her.

Ballet practice had been frustrating, as Toby kept complaining about the male lead, who in turn made snide remarks about Toby.  She had to tell off the dude once, and she had a feeling she would be doing it more by the end of the month since he did not think Toby deserved to be listened to. 

Her “Nutcracker Prince” (more like a nutcracker with his exaggerated looks) spoke of accidentally dropping her once, but she gave him her best death glare to discourage that line of thought.  She wanted to drop him in the Bog of Eternal Stench, and she would bet good money that Jareth would gladly help her. 

At least she got one paper done.  She was sleep-deprived, but it was worth it.  She could deal with it if it meant one less thing to worry about later on.

The second week of Advent was not very joyful, either.  The goblins were still taking her chocolate, but they were giving her more interesting things.  Now, she not only had enough chicken feathers to fill a pillow, but she had more gel pens, paper clips, sticky notes, and general office supplies to open a black market on the items.  A pity it all did not appear when she first went to college. 

Why the goblins gave her such things she had no idea, but she could use them, so she was glad.  Some part of her wondered if Jareth told them what to give her, since everything was so practical.  But she ignored those thoughts of Jareth as much as possible.  He had no reason to think of her at all.

Sarah managed to finish off the other two papers during that second week, so she was glad.  She had to finish them, as her family wanted to decorate, and she had to help with that.  Her joy was short-lived, however, as the sleep-deprivation she had from those nights managed to help her catch a cold, leaving her stuck in bed and missing class and ballet practice, as well as get no shopping done. 

Sarah thought that she had a fever or was at least hallucinating because she could have sworn that she heard Jareth’s voice whisper “Feel better, Precious” at least once, right before kissing her on the cheek, but that was not possible.  She was determined to get better after that.

By the time Sarah was feeling better, the third week was upon her, and she was beginning to panic.  Finals were right around the corner, and she still had a lot to catch up on.

Thankfully, the goblins decided that for the third week, they would give her cups.  But these were no ordinary cups.  Each day, she received three hand-painted ceramic cups with an awful-smelling hot liquid inside that she threw out each day until the last, when the window and door would not open, so she was forced to drink three cups of it.  She hated it, but magically all the windows and doors opened, so she would survive. 

Sarah decided that the cups would be loved and taken care of properly by her step-mother, so she decided to give all but the very last one as a gift set.  The last one had a white owl on it, and since it reminded Sarah of Jareth, she kept it for herself. 

Hoggle had told her that Jareth sometimes turned into an owl, and she was sure that she had seen an owl follow her before.  Sarah wrapped all the cups up nicely with little bows on each, just the way her step-mother had taught her.  With that gift done, all she had to do was find one for Toby. 

Sarah spent much of the third week catching up on what she missed in practice and classes, which was not as much as she feared.  Rudolph the nasal-nosed wonder had spent much of the week she was gone complaining about how he deserved time off like Sarah, so she caught up within a couple of days.  That allowed her to practice with Toby more, which made Toby happy since Sarah was so busy.  With classes, much of it was review, so she went to more office hours, in addition to studying in the library. 

When the fourth week was upon Sarah, she was praying that it was Christmas already.  The big performance was right around the corner, along with finals, and Toby still had no gift.  She was feeling a certain amount of energy she did not feel before, so she took advantage of it to tackle that last week.   

Sarah went shopping on the weekend and found the perfect toy for Toby, only to have someone swoop in and take it.  When the shopper grabbed it, she babbled on about how her son would love it and had been asking for it all year, until she saw Sarah poised to grab, and realized that Sarah had wanted it, too.  She tried to give it to Sarah, but Sarah insisted that the woman keep it, as her brother did not want it as bad as her son, to which the lady was glad and skipped off. 

Sarah searched around and found something else not as cool, but she knew Toby would love it no matter what because it came from her.  When she went to pay for it, she was not allowed.  Someone had already done it for her, a woman.  Sarah could guess who, and she was grateful, as it was that much more she could put aside for something else.  She decided to treat Toby to ice cream on dress rehearsal day, so that he would not be so nervous.

Sarah survived finals (take-home ones had their uses), and she was pretty sure that she passed all of them.  That put her in a good mood after studying so much, and that left just The Nutcracker to perform on Christmas Eve.  She exchanged gifts with Hoggle, Ludo, and Sir Didymus earlier in the week, so she was curious about what the goblins would do. 

The goblins’ gifts had become even more extravagant, with fine cutlery, table cloths, and plates appearing near the Advent calendar (besides the missing chocolate).  What surprised Sarah was that there was no gift left on Christmas Eve, even though the chocolate had been taken.  This mystery continued to baffle her until she arrived at the ballet studio, where she had to go into performer-mode.

On went the cute dress for the slightly-more-grown-up Clara, and plenty of make-up so that she did not become washed out under all the lights on stage.  Toby was ready, but ol’ Rudy was strangely absent.  She took it as a good sign, as she stayed in a good mood as long as he was not around.

Sarah danced upon the stage with Toby for the beginning, and she was encouraged.  Then, she got ready to dance with Rudolph.  He was not where he was supposed to start, but she could not stop him.

The grand battle between the mice and gingerbread commenced, and eventually, the Nutcracker came out.  Sarah danced and did her part until it came to throwing her shoe at the Mouse King.  Sarah’s white ballet shoes were leathery-soft and light normally, but when she held one in her hand to throw at the Mouse King, it seemed harder and heavier than normal. 

Sarah assumed it was her imagination and just threw it as practiced, and of course it hit her target on the head.  The problem was that the Mouse King dropped far too quickly to the floor (though somehow the Nutcracker still got his move in), and she could actually hear the shoe hit the stage, sounding like bricks were hitting the stage.  But, all these things were forgotten because it was time for the Nutcracker Prince to reveal himself. 

And such a reveal it was!

Sarah almost had to stop and do a double-take because her normal dance partner was no longer there.  Instead, Jareth was there, in all his glory. 

Jareth looked good in just about anything as it was, but this outfit seemed tailored just for him, even if it had been meant for the Nutcracker Prince.  Sarah was confused why no one else seemed to realize that Jareth was on stage, even though he had much lighter (not to mention messier) hair than Rudolph.  But, Jareth seemed to know all of the moves, and he was the most graceful ballet dancer she had ever seen.

Jareth bowed down to Sarah in acknowledgement of his thanks to her, and Sarah enjoyed watching Jareth sparkle.  Rudolph had spared no expense in making sure that he had the finest costume of them all, and Sarah loved the fact that it was Jareth who now wore it.  It was perfect for Jareth, the (fake) diamond-studded white satin top with the three swirls of differently-cut diamonds flashing bright across the top of his chest.  It did not hurt that the body-hugging, white tights (naturally with fake diamonds on the cuffs and waist of the tights) did wonders by bringing out his toned legs.  Jareth made Sarah weak at the knees, but she would never tell him that.

With the bow complete, Jareth glided over to Sarah, and the rest of the ballet was a grand daze for her.  She could recall doing all of her necessary routines, but she felt as though she were floating. 

The only part of the chocolate dancing she could remember was Jareth moving his hands around her as she pirouetted in his arms, him wearing a smug grin that she wished she could remove.  The coffee dance was not much better, each lunge back and forth between them producing tension, their white-clad feet never more than a few languid steps from one another, dancing around the other.  Their faces were mirrors of the other, each gazing intently and earnestly as they reached for the other, but never quite making it. 

The tea dance had been fun to leap about and have Jareth answer with his leaps, him trying to catch her as she joined the other dancers.  The candy canes had made her dizzy from Jareth picking her up and throwing her into the air, only for her to land in his open arms and then dip her down multiple times. 

It was on the final dip that he held her there, his arms about her waist, allowing her to extend one leg out as she leaned to allow him to turn her around in his arms until she faced him, now with both arms extended out.  In that moment, trust had never come quicker.  They were lost in the moment as they stood there, allowing the audience to clap. 

The Waltz of the Flowers had always been one of her favorite parts, and dancing it with Jareth only solidified it.  While she could not waltz in the traditional way with him, they still managed (thanks to the fine choreography of someone that she would be sure to give a present to later) to keep one set of hands always attached, folding in and out of the other dancers, Jareth once picking her up and twirling her so that she could perform a little trick with her feet. 

The only damper of the waltz had been when she heard what sounded like a frog croaking, something quite low and almost gasping, and she half-expected Toby to suddenly come on stage in a black, curly wig wearing all pink and start to shimmy and shake his butt at the stage.  He did not enjoy the girly dancing, and nothing had gone so far in the production, which meant that they were due for something.  But, nothing untoward appeared, frogs or unexpected dancers.  And Sarah could continue to smile at Jareth.

When it was finally time for their grand pas de deux, Sarah felt as though she were flying.  Each slow, measured step from their entrance brought them closer to one another, their arms taking turns to reach out to one another.  Then, with fingertips barely touching, Sarah jumped, as though burned by his touch. 

But Jareth beckoned for her, and Sarah took a running leap into the air, and Jareth lifted her high into the air, with one of Sarah’s hands extended into the air, moving back and forth at the wrist, while the other lay against Jareth’s strong grip.  Sarah’s feet began the motions, and she appeared to be swimming in the air. 

When Jareth brought Sarah down, each took their turn to dance their solo, Sarah’s dance a slight variation of Jareth’s as he danced around her.  As they finished, Sarah took another leap, where Jareth picked her up and waited for Sarah’s legs to wrap around him before he dipped her once more, Sarah dangerous close to the ground.  And then, ever so slowly, Sarah’s legs began their journey down Jareth’s body, until they landed on the ground, and still Sarah remained at a ten degree angle off the ground, Jareth’s body now melded to hers.  Jareth drew Sarah up until both were upright, eyes lost in one another again.

It took loud applause to get Sarah away from Jareth, but away she got.  Sarah did not remember anything else about the performance after that, and all she wanted to do was find out how and why Jareth was there, after so much time.

After three encores and many family hugs, Sarah was almost to Jareth when a shocked, nasally voice screeched, “You little upstart! How dare you steal my show!”

Sarah turned to see Rudolph heading toward her, anger smoking off of him as though he were made of dry ice.  He had more words to say, and while she was confused about what had happened to him, she did not like being called names.  Neither did Jareth. 

“I will see to it that you fail this class, you brown-nosing-“

“Excuse me, but do you have a problem with Sarah?”

“Yes! I have a problem with her and-“

But Jareth was not going to let him finish that thought, lest everyone else get some clue about the fact that he had glamored himself to look different, to everyone but Sarah.  And he certainly was not going to let Sarah be slandered by him.

“You have no reason to be angry with her.  She did as she practiced, did she not? She had the same number of solos as you, and you had a better outfit than her.  You have no right to speak right now.”

Jareth grinned as he spoke, and Sarah got a tingle in her spine, as though Jareth were up to no good.  It was not until the director came over to congratulate him that he opened his mouth to speak, and no words came out. 

“Aww, isn’t that precious? He’s so in awe of how good of a job we all did that he’s speechless!”

The director led him, and finally, someone had found a way to shut him up.  Sarah would have to thank Jareth for that too.  Speak of the devil….

“Congratulations, Sarah.  You had a good performance tonight.”

Sarah’s eyes widened before turning and smiling at Jareth.  “You did pretty well yourself, for never going to a practice.”

“It’s good to be the King.”

Sarah wanted to roll her eyes at that, but decided to figure out why he was even there to begin with.

“Is that why you came tonight? To show off your prowess in ballet?”

“No, Sarah.  I came here for you.”

Sarah did the wise thing and kept her mouth shut, lest she let it gape open like a fish.  She nodded to him so that he would continue.

“I took the liberty of making him switch places with the Mouse King, and then it just so happened that your shoe had lead in it, causing him to be knocked out until the Waltz.  I was hoping he’d stay knocked out for the whole performance, but he has a rather thick skull.”

Sarah laughed at the description of her former dancing partner, as well as realized that the odd noise she had heard earlier was from him.  That would explain some things.  Before she could ask any further questions about the performance, Jareth continued. 

“I also came here to set things straight between you and my goblins.  I’m afraid they’ve taken some liberties of late that I was not expecting.”

Sarah giggled at the thought of Jareth opening the castle cabinets and discovering that all his fine cups and cutlery gone.  Then she thought about it seriously, remembering where the cups were, and paled.

“I see you know to what I am referring? Have you seen any of my goblins before?”

“Yes, I’ve seen one goblin.  It was right before December, and he took some food from my plate while I was close by.”

Jareth’s hands could be seen at his side, conjuring a crystal as he spoke, his tone surprised.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had seen one?”

“Because I know they’ve been coming to see me for years.  They kept stealing my socks! Do you know how many pairs of socks they’ve stolen from me over the years?”

Sarah’s righteous anger amused Jareth.

“I imagine quite a few.”

“But, at least now they’ve given a few back.”

Jareth looked taken aback.  “They did?”

“Yes, and they’ve given back a few things over the past month.  I just didn’t expect…. everything else.”

Jareth cracked his knuckles as he leaned in closer to Sarah.

“Such as the castle’s private tea cup collection?”

“Yes,” said Sarah.  She felt a little bad about that.

“And the cutlery that was handmade by elves for the royal family?”

“That too,” admitted Sarah.  Now she was beginning to worry.

“And the plates that were wedding gifts for my parents?”

“Yep, that, too,” squeaked Sarah.  Now she felt like a terrible person.

“It seems that they have a soft spot for you.  You can’t help that, Sarah.”

Sarah let out the breath she was holding as Jareth flexed his fingers and then entwined them in hers.

“I first discovered that they were up to something when they asked me if I preferred neon green or sparkly purple gel pens best.  Once I realized that they intended to give you gifts to help you since you helped them, I let them do as they pleased.”

“What?!” Sarah ground out.  Then why did he feel such a need to make her feel bad? Jerk!

“Oh, Sarah, it’s a nice change to see you look so repentant, though I admit that I still prefer you when you’re angry with me.”

“You’re not helping your case right now, Jareth.”

“All in good time, love.”

“I have family I need to get back to.”

Jareth threw the crystal in his hand, and everything went backward around them.

“You were saying, Sarah?”

Sarah gave Jareth her best withering look, but it was hard to maintain when he smiled at her like that.  That pointy half-smile of his was one of her weak spots, bogdangit.

“Is there anything else you’d like to explain, Jareth, since we have so much time?”

“A question, and then an explanation.  Sarah, do you realize what was inside those tea cups?”

 “Not a clue.  It smelled awful, rather like the Bog.”

“It’s Guard Glop.”

Sarah’s face contorted from a grimace to a smile at such a name, as it seemed a bit odd.

“What’s in it exactly?”

“I don’t know myself.  I’ve learned not to ask sometimes when it comes to what my subjects eat and drink.  However, I do know that Sir Didymus swears by the stuff, as do the rest of the Royal Guard, that it keeps you awake when you need to, and is known to heal you pretty well.  The goblins gave that to you on purpose to make sure that you stayed better after you were sick and I visited you.”

“So you did visit me! I knew it!”

Sarah triumphed for a moment until she considered what else Jareth had done while there.  Jareth enjoyed the answering blush a good deal.

“Yes, I did visit.  I was worried that you would stay sick and miss all the stuff that you had been working on for this past month.  We couldn’t have that, now could we?”

“No.  I wasn’t about to let that happen.”

“That’s my Sarah.  So, yes, I visited and then forced you to drink three cups of the Guard Glop.  You’ll feel that pep for days more I suspect, as you’re mortal.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes at Jareth, who only laughed.

“You’ll thank me later, Sarah.  Now, as for the cups, I’m fine with you gifting them to your step-mother.  You’re very unselfish in your giving, which is admirable.  Despite all the problems you’ve had this month, you’ve still managed to put your family first and have a smile on your face.  It’s a rare type of perseverance.”

Such praise from Jareth made Sarah blush more, and she chose her words carefully.

“Thank you, Jareth.  I didn’t realize you paid so much attention.”

“Why else do you think the goblins visit? For your fine socks alone?”

Jareth went from gaining so many points in Sarah’s eyes for the praise, to going into the negative zone for admitting to watching her.  Wait, why was he admitting it?

“Jareth, why are you really here? This doesn’t seem right somehow.  You’ve been gone for so long, only to be spying on me.  Why tell me now?”

“I thought you deserved to know the truth about everything.”

“Is that it?”

“There may be ulterior motives, yes.  I thought I had expressed them fairly well while we were dancing together.”

Several images of being held by Jareth flashed through Sarah’s mind, and she wondered if they were true. 

As though reading her mind, Jareth said, “I’ve never lied to you, Sarah.  I can’t lie.”

Sarah’s mind was on the fritz, sheer overload of fantasies flying free at the thought that Jareth liked her.  Heck, he probably still wanted to marry her.  Nope, not considering that right now.

“But, you can, you must, you-“

“Sarah, who’s this?”

Sarah coughed awkwardly before the words spilled out, her smile large but genuine.

“Oh, Jareth? He’s just my boyfriend.  He’s a bit of a surprise for you all.”

“Well, we saw the way he handled that low life earlier, so he must have a good head on his shoulders.  Welcome, Jareth.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Williams.”

“Please, it’s Robert.”

“Shall we go home? I think it’s time to do some caroling,” said Sarah.

“Yay, cookies! C’mon! Let’s go home!”

Toby led the way, glad to be out of the stupid tights, and Jareth held Sarah back for a moment.

“Sarah, you do realize what you’re doing, right? You’re inviting me into your home and called me your boyfriend.  It’s Christmas Eve, when you’re supposed to spend it with those you care about.”

“I care about you, Jareth.  I want you to come.”

As much as Jareth wanted to take advantage of the situation and just go along with it, it was hard for him to do, given his feelings for Sarah.  His precarious position with Sarah made him pause; he did not want to have hope and then go back to hiding around Sarah if something happened.

“Are you sure, Sarah?”

Jareth’s eyes showed all the hope he had, his big chance to finally be a part of her life.  If Jareth was this determined, it was bound to happen at some point.  Better now than later and see where things led.  Sarah did like him, and it was Christmas.  She nodded and smiled before kissing him on the forehead.

“Tis’ the season.”

Sweet Possibilities Ch 2

Author’s Disclaimer: No, I don’t own Labyrinth, or the Nutcracker.  All rights go to their respective owners.  This is another prompt response for livejournal, a seasonal one (Tis’ the Season) that included an Advent calendar.  Also, I have only taken one dance lesson at the age of four, and I claim no knowledge of ballet, other than what I read on wikipedia.  I apologize for any wrong terminology.  I have seen The Nutcracker a few times, and I went to Busch Gardens recently, watching a beautiful bit of ballet, including a man in all white that inspired Jareth here.  It’s more glorious holiday fluff.  I’m such a sucker for fluff.  Especially if it involves dancing or the holidays.  Combine them together, and I’m all happy inside.  I have no idea if all the things I mentioned Sarah and Jareth doing together made sense or are physically possible, but it looked like it in my mind.  I have these grand visions that never quite are expressed the way I’d like it, but I think this will do.  The idea of the way the goblins gave is reminiscent of The Cat Returns, and I also made two other movie references, one more obvious than the other.  I hope you found them both and smiled.  Anyways, here’s my Christmas fluff for the season (you’ll see more in January).  I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, and I hope you enjoy the next couple weeks, hopefully with those you care about.  Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! 

First chapter: Sweet Possibilities Ch 1


Chapter 1: One Samhain Night
“Sarah, can I have your extra candy?”

“Of course, Toby.  Tomorrow.  Right now, you need to go to bed.”

“But I want to play with the goblins.”

“Tomorrow, Tobes.  They’ll be back.  Besides, I remember them saying that there is a special party Underground tonight, so they’re probably at that.”

Sarah leaned in and kissed her little step-brother on the forehead before heading to the door.

“Will you go?”

Sarah stopped for a moment to consider Toby’s question.  She could be honest.  At this point, why not?

“Yes, I’m going.  The Goblin King said that he got me a special dress for tonight.”

“Can I go with you?” Toby said as he yawned.

“Not tonight, Squirt.  When you’re older.”


“Of course.  This is my first one so I can tell you about it later.”

“Oh boy. Can’t wait,” yawned Toby again.

“Good night, Toby.  I love you.”

“Love you, too.  Night, Sarah, and say hi to the Goblin King for me.”

At that, Sarah closed the door and headed to her bedroom.  Halloween as she knew it was now over, now that Toby and she had come home, traded candy, and blown out the candles in their carved pumpkins before putting Toby to bed.  But, the night was still young, and Sarah had plans of her own.

True, she had never attended a Samhain revelry before, but over time, she had come to trust Jareth more.  The last couple years had given her a chance to attend events held in the Goblin Kingdom, the first one being the yearly celebration for the Labyrinth Champion, the Champion’s Ball.  

Sarah liked shaking hands with all of the goblins who inhabited the Goblin Kingdom, and she was glad when she could leave to escape all the drunken singing that always happened when they toasted their Champion.  Jareth could not, but he was used to it by now.

Once she started attending the Champion’s Ball for a few years, Jareth asked her to attend a party at the castle, and Sarah had loved meeting people from other kingdoms, prompting her to suggest to Jareth that she would be willing to attend more parties.

And so it happened that a box appeared on Sarah’s bed on night, accompanied with a letter.  The letter invited Sarah to attend the Samhain revelry that Jareth hosted each year.  His only condition was that she wait for him to show her around, since she was still a mortal and could be seen as a lost mortal for sacrifice.    

Inside the box was the outfit Sarah was to wear for the revelry. Different types of folk wore certain colors and outfits.  For Samhain, masks were customary, and so Sarah had a white mask that covered her whole face, a red ribbon to hold it in place.  The mask matched her outfit, a thin, white dress that went to her knees and had fitted, long sleeves.  While it hugged her curves at her midsection, it billowed out at the bottom.  

The soft cotton felt good on her body, and when she went outside in the dress, she felt warm.  It was balmy for a New England Halloween, and the slight breeze felt good on her grown-out hair as she let it fall about her face. 

Once outside, Sarah made the trek to the meeting place she and Jareth had agreed on.  Walking through the now-dark streets, Sarah eventually made it to the park where she had used to read Labyrinth out loud. Once she crossed the bridge, she headed into the forest, taking the path Jareth had shown her.

When Sarah arrived at the meeting place, Sarah leaned against a tree, waiting for Jareth to appear.  When Jareth was fifteen minutes late, Sarah began to worry. 

Then, she heard a sound not far away.

Sarah got up from the tree to investigate the noise.  After walking a few feet away, she saw a faint glow in the distance, as well as heard what she thought was singing.  Sarah was about to head back to her tree to continue waiting for Jareth when she saw several goblins come toward her, waving and jumping up and down.  She waited for them to get to her, just in case he had sent them in his place.  He had sent her trio of friends in his place for her second party, so it was possible.

“Lady! You late!”

“So is your king,” said Sarah with a little irritation.

“He stuck in meeting and late.  Wants to see you bad.  Come with us!”

As the goblins spoke, one of the goblins pulled his hands out from behind him, revealing a flower crown with white and light pink blooms. He smiled up at Sarah and held out the crown to her, so she took it and put it on.  She started to put on her mask as well, but the goblins made a fuss, so she did not put it on.

All the goblins seemed excited to lead her to the kingdom, so she followed them.  They had not gone far before the volume of the singing became much louder, and likewise, the glow became bigger and brighter.  A little more distance showed that there were figures dancing around a giant bonfire.

When they were close to the clearing where the bonfire was, Sarah saw the veil.  It had always been said that the veil between the two worlds was thinnest on that night, and Sarah had to agree.  Every time she had ever gone through it, it had taken time to get through, the distance and the light fog that always appeared magically.  Tonight, though, no such fog existed, and it was easy to see how close she was to everyone else. 

Sarah reached out to touch the veil, but then the goblins tugged at her dress.

“This way, lady!” they said, pointing to the right. 

And so they went to the right, Sarah assuming that they were leading her to Jareth.  When they came upon the veil again, the goblins went through, leaving Sarah to stare at it.  It seemed much brighter and hazier there, and Sarah did not understand why until she also stepped through the veil.

What Sarah saw made her gasp.  All around her were white Christmas lights.  Every branch and tree had the lights draped around them, creating a pathway to walk under, and with the light playing off of the dried leaves, it certainly was a sight.  She felt as though she were under a house of light.  

Jareth had definitely done this for her, since he did not like using electricity or anything modern like that.  Jareth knew how much she liked Christmas and decorating, so perhaps that was where he thought of this.  She would thank him for this when she found him, whenever that was.

There were moments like this that Sarah held very pleasant thoughts about the Goblin King.  He could be arrogant and full of himself sometimes, and he had a habit of trying to provoke her to get a rise from her, whether or not there were others around. 

At the same time, he was known to arrange little things like this for her from time to time, whether it was allowing her to pick out her dresses for the Champion’s Ball, or letting her friends lead her in.  He was also a great dancer, and she was lucky that he took it upon himself to dance with her at least half of the time to make her feel comfortable when she first started attending the balls.   

Close to the gazebo of lights was a small bench, and Sarah sat down on it, enjoying the view.  However, it was not long before the singing drew her attention again.  She was curious, and so she wandered over to the fire. 

When Sarah got close to the fire, she was able to make out the fae in attendance.  All sang loudly in a language she did not understand, but that was fine with her.  It was melodious and joyful, and she could not ask for more.

Once one of the fae noticed her, she waved to Sarah to join them.  Sarah was glad to join, but in her joy, she did not notice the sinister look that crossed the fae’s features, or the similar looks that came onto others’ faces.  

Once Sarah was in the inner circle, the group began to chant and dance, joining hands around Sarah.  For several minutes, Sarah enjoyed the atmosphere, until the chanting’s rhythm became faster, and several of those in the circle began giving Sarah hungry looks. 

As the chanting hit its apex, Sarah saw everyone’s faces turn toward her.  Then, they let go of each other’s hands to reach toward her before stepping toward her. That gesture, combined with their faces, suddenly reminded Sarah of when she had been in the firey forest, with the fireys coming toward her as though to try to take off her head.  

For one brief moment, she thought she was seeing things as one of the fae looked at her, his bright red, hairy mask seeming to turn into a firey, and Sarah panicked. 

With reflexes perfected from years of tag and hide-and-go-seek with her younger brother, Sarah braced herself and ducked.  Then, she dove under the outstretched arms and took to running as fast as she could. As she ran, she heard loud cries of anger and frustration, along with the crashing of feet giving chase, and it occurred to Sarah that perhaps she had almost been used as a part of their celebration that night, as Jareth had warned her. 

Sarah continued to run when that realization hit her, and all she could think about was Jareth.  How she wished that he was there, protecting her or otherwise holding her close.  Perhaps then she would not have to worry about losing her life, or having to deal with sticks and thorny plants that scratched her as she ran through them. 

How she wished that she had waited, and Jareth had not been late. That she could just enjoy herself as she had in the past with him, even if it was not realistic to always be like that.  That instead of doing the limbo to avoid low branches, she could dance the waltz with Jareth, as she had several times now.  It filled her lonely nights when she tried to fall asleep, and she feared that this night would also join the ranks, though as a nightmare she wished to forget.

How Sarah wished that it were not some fae chasing her, but rather, Toby and Jareth, teaming up as they had in the past, plotting behind trees and then screaming their battle cry (Toby’s idea) as they ran to catch up to Sarah (Jareth usually).  The two made a good team, especially when they were fighting against Sarah.          

Once Sarah was in the forest some ways, she stopped to see if she was still being pursued.  She did not hear any branches crackling or see anything, besides the omnipresent glitter that seemed to coat everything in the Labyrinth.  She was not sure if she was in the firey forest or not, but she hoped not for her sake.  

Sarah decided to go back to the bench where she had been before and weaved her way through the creaky trees and fallen, stale leaves.  When she was close, she heard leaves being crunched.  She stopped. 

Waiting a few moments, she heard nothing, so she continued.  Then, she heard more crushed leaves.  She stopped and still heard nothing. She continued looking all around, but could not see anything.  She ran faster, and the snapping of branches became louder. 

Sarah kept looking around as she ran, and she was forced to stop when she saw two trees in her path.  Not only did the crunching increase in sound, but she finally saw movement.  She took a couple quiet steps closer to the two trees until she felt a branch touch her right shoulder, and another one touch her leg near her knee. 

Sarah kept looking around until she heard what she thought was someone’s heavy breathing.  She waited a few moments, and it became louder. She saw nothing until she felt heat on her right shoulder.  When she looked that way, Sarah jumped and staggered back a step.

From her lips, she breathed, “Jareth.” 

She did not know what it was, but she was afraid.  There was a large, furry beast, as tall as Ludo, but thinner and darker in color.  The beast’s paws (she assumed they were) were shaped just like Ludo’s, but its head was vastly different.  Instead of the simple horns and kind face of Ludo, the beast of her nightmares had the face of a goat, long and thin, with orange bulging eyes, a long nose, and a small goatee at the bottom of its face.  

The thing growled at her, its sound a cross between a dog’s bark and Ludo’s rock call.  It was only when she tried to take more steps away that she realized that one of the upper paws had claws, and those claws were in fact caught in her right sleeve. 

Sarah’s fight or flight reflex kicked in, and she chose to run.  She yanked her right arm away, creating a large gash in her dress from the sleeve to the back of the dress.  She went in the opposite direction of the beast, running with all her might.  She kicked bushes out of the way of her feet, and she pushed or pulled out any branches that stood in her way. 

Still, the echoing footsteps kept coming.  At one point, it seemed as though another beast had joined the pursuit, but not for long.  Every now and then, she would see its face, and she shrieked when she saw it.

After one time when it got particularly close, Sarah got an extra burst of energy.  She made more turns, going deeper into the forest.  She stopped when a branch got stuck in the bottom of her dress.  

She waited, and heard nothing.  She waited more, and then she heard more footfalls.  

She heaved the branch out, only to pull apart her dress at the bottom, but still, the branch would not become unstuck.  After several more tries, she simply ripped the bottom part of the dress off of her, allowing her to run again.

When she ran this time, she was more careful to step lightly, and it paid off.  The beast ran in a different direction, and she did not try to stop it. After she heard no sound, she moved a little further to a small clearing.  She realized that the entire forest was thinning out, and that she was close to the walls of the Labyrinth, meaning she had gotten in deep, perhaps even close to where she had entered the forest with Ludo. 

Dazed and tired, Sarah sat on the ground.  After twenty minutes of no sound, her heart beat slower, and she thought that she was safe.  She wandered over to an area next to the wall, and sat on a rocky outcropping. 

As she looked around to take stock of her situation, she realized several things.  First, somehow she still held Jareth’s mask in her hand.  Second, she felt her flower crown, and realized that several flowers had been lost.  Her person was a little worse for wear, with her legs scraped from the tree branches that she passed, and soreness all around.  

Sarah closed her eyes, resting her head against the wall and her flyaway hair.  Pulling up one knee, she took off her shoes to rub her feet, as well as remove any little bits of thorns and branches that might have gotten stuck to her in some way. 

Sarah remained sitting for some time, unsure of where she was.  How she would get back, she had no idea, but she knew that the goblins and Jareth would eventually come looking for her. 

When Jareth came back to mind, Sarah was torn between a desire to hug him and strangle him.  She would do anything to get out of the mess she had gotten herself into, and she found great comfort in Jareth’s strong arms.  At the same time, he had invited her out during a time that was probably not safe for her, and she regretted agreeing to come out. She should have known better, but she was curious and trusted Jareth.  She chose to ignore the warning and still wandered toward the bonfire. 

Sarah wanted to call out on the off-chance that someone was looking for her, but she was also afraid that someone else might find her who would not have such benevolent purposes.  She was frustrated.

Sarah mumbled, “Oh, how I wish Jareth were here right now.  I’d give him a word or two!”

Sarah looked at the ground for several more moments, frustration and cold taking over.  She wanted to go home, and that was when she felt it. The breeze.

It was no ordinary breeze.  This was Jareth’s calling card, that slight gust of wind that swirled around and covered everything and anything in its wake with glitter.  Sure enough, she saw swirls of glitter pass her by, and she sighed.  She was safe.  Then, she felt a gloved hand on her right shoulder.

“Sarah, love? Are you alright?”

“What do you think, Great Goblin King? Do I look alright?”

Sarah turned around to face Jareth then, a wave of warm joy filling her as she saw the familiar eyes (now more concerned) and face (cocked lower), and yet she still could not help but vent her frustration upon him.  She was not sure who she was more annoyed with at that moment, Jareth or herself, even if her annoyance toward Jareth was unfounded. She did not see the relief that had flashed across Jareth’s face when he first saw her, as concern for her well-being took over.

“No.  You look awful.  You’re all scratched up, and my present has been ruined.  You’ve been crying.”

Sarah felt the warm tears at that moment.

“Not for long.  They’re tears of joy.  I can finally leave this place.”

Sarah’s voice cracked as finished what she said, and Jareth took that moment to pull her into his arms, sighing softly at her choice of phrase.  He had worked too hard to let go of her now.

“I’m here now, Precious.  All will be well.  Do you want to go home, or may I take you to the castle first to get cleaned up?”

It was tempting to just go home and fall asleep in bed.  She would sleep well tonight.  But, the idea of leaving Jareth at that moment filled her with a strange shortness of breath she could not explain.  He had asked at least, something he had been slowly learning to do with her instead of just whisking her away whenever he felt it necessary.

Sarah looked into his eyes and said, “Castle, please.”

In a flash of light and glitter, Sarah was in the main throne room, now dirtier than ever from partying goblins, and Jareth sat down in his throne, cradling Sarah as softly as he could.  Now was not the time for reprimand, not if he wanted her to stay. 

Goblins appeared, and Jareth ordered them to get the healer, as well as certain salves.  While they waited, Jareth murmured comforting words in her ear, apologizing for being late and everything else that had happened.

Sarah was quiet for a time, content to just feel warm and safe.  Soon, the healer came and inspected Sarah, and he gave Jareth the necessary salves and reported that Sarah was otherwise not injured.  Then, the healer left, and Jareth took to applying the salves to Sarah’s body.  As he applied, Sarah told Jareth of her adventures.

“All done, Precious.”

“Thank you, Jareth.  I appreciate you doing this.”

“Is there anything else I can do?”

“Would you mind if I did not come back to the Underground for a while? I know it’s my fault for wandering about, but-“

“I understand,” he said, his words a little more brittle than he liked.

“Thanks.  I just need some time.”

“Is there anything that could help to calm you down after all that has just happened?”

Jareth waited for her to want to go home and leave him alone, yet again.  Sarah paused for a moment, and she realized that she had not mentioned anything about the lights when she had first entered.  She smiled.

“Actually, there is.  It’s when I first entered with the goblins.  Those lights.”

Jareth’s eyes lit up.  “You liked my surprise?”

“Very much.”

“Then let’s go there.”

Sarah blinked, and she was seated on the bench, Jareth beside her.  All thoughts of cold had left her now that Jareth was beside her, and any fear that she may have felt from the bonfire was replaced by the solid protection of Jareth’s arms.  Yes, this was good.  This was the way it should be always.

Sarah’s mind continued on in that strain as she looked around and tried not to stare at Jareth’s growing smile (smug already about his good job, no doubt), until she analyzed what it was she was thinking.  Always? When had she wanted to always be with him? Did he have any such feelings as he once professed?

Sarah had not thought that she had moved when she had that lightbulb moment, but apparently she had, as Jareth pulled her closer to him.

“Is something wrong, Sarah?”

“How long have you been searching for me?”

Jareth did not wait long to answer, his annoyance showing.

“From the moment those idiotic goblins said that they had brought you in my realm.”

“How did you find me?”

“You said your right words,” he said with a smile, “even if you wished to say some unladylike things to me.”

Sarah giggled before responding, “I really must remember those words better.”

“Sarah, why are you curious?”

Sarah pulled away before answering.

“I was afraid that you had not been searching for me at all, that you didn’t even realize I was here or missing.”

“Never, Sarah.  I was more worried than I’ll ever admit aloud.  I know what my kind is capable of, and I didn’t want to lose you again.”


“When you said I had no power over you.  It required your wish for me to come back, and I made sure to fulfill that wish with the ball.”

“I enjoyed our time together.  I hope we can have more times like that.”

“I’d give you much more if you wanted it.”

Sweet possibility filled Sarah’s eyes.  Sarah turned her head to face Jareth as she said, “You would?”

Jareth’s voice dropped lower, her view of him finally changing to that of a lover.

“Yes.  Allow me to show you how much.”

Jareth kissed Sarah then, and she put up no resistance.  The night that had seemed so dreadful no longer was.  Now, she had more possibilities than she had ever considered before, but she was not thinking about all that right now. 

The only thing that mattered right now was that she was sitting under some of the most beautiful lights she had ever seen, and that she was in the arms of Jareth, desired more than she could imagine.  Tonight was only the beginning.
Sweet Possibilities Ch 1

Author’s Disclaimer: I don’t own Labyrinth.  All rights go to their respective owners.  Hey look! A new Labyrinth story! Sorry about the delay.  Anyway, I finally joined livejournal and labyfic, and they do prompts.  I will be doing more prompts in the future, so I'm grouping them all together.  I decided to combine the prompt idea with my desire to write a Halloween fic since I did not do one this year (very sad).  The main ideas for this story come from the picture prompt on livejournal (Sarah with lights), and an image from The Goblins of Labyrinth.  Brian Froud included some concept art in it, including (what I assumed to be) an image of Sarah sitting on a ledge, holding a mask.  I love that image and wanted to capture it in a story, so I did.  Forgive me for my awkward ability to describe.  Aww, it’s a more protective Jareth.  So, who was expecting all that fluff at the end? If you were not, then you have not read enough of my stories/fluff.  Consider this a late Halloween offering, and look for more prompt-inspired stories.  So glad to be out of my Labyrinth rut.  It’s hard to believe that it’s already December! I hope everyone is ready for a well-deserved Christmas break/vacation and stays safe.  I know I am.  Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! 

Next Chapter: Sweet Possibilities Ch 2


Chapter 1: Cosplaying as Disney Princesses

“Haruhi! We have the perfect Halloween costume for you!”

Tamaki ran to keep up with Haruhi’s brisk pace as the winds threw fallen leaves and his scarf into his face.  Not rain, fall temperatures, or biting winds was going to keep him from telling his Haruhi the good news and celebrating Halloween with her while they were in Boston.  

“I doubt that!”

Tamaki almost went and pouted by a convenient tree, but he revived himself before needing to go there and get colder.

“But, but, how can you say that? We’ve picked such great costumes for you during cosplay before!”

“Says you, Tamaki-senpai.”

“You didn’t like them?”

The accusation in Tamaki’s rising voice made Haruhi cringe before answering and giving him one of her glares.

“When I am forced to wear whatever you decide: no.”

“Well, we gave you the option this time.”

“Between male and female.  Wow, so much choice,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“It’s a very important choice! American culture has different types of characters for both males and females, and if you want us to fit in-“

“Then you need to do more research.”

Haruhi had stopped now, outside of her next classroom’s building.  The look of indulgence that she had worn for this conversation in the past had turned into annoyance, especially since Halloween was three days away.

“But we have! Lots of it! We all have! We’ve been watching as many American movies as we can find, and watching them with American commoners so we can see if they like those characters.  Don’t worry, we found the perfect group costume idea.”

Tamaki’s eyes lit up at the thought of the costume that Haruhi would wear.  It would be a beautiful dress on both occasions, and his inner mind theater conjured images of Haruhi singing, and how he would appear when she sang in that voice he liked so much.  The fact that he had found a movie that could accommodate all of them so well only proved why he was the leader, even if no one really liked their cosplay names, except maybe himself.

“Frankly, I’m worried about what you managed to find in the last month.”

“Month? Oh no, we’ve been researching for the last two months!”

Tamaki’s look of horror at the thought of so little research time made Haruhi smile.  It was when he leaned against the wall in front Haruhi that she had to get back from him invading her space so much.

“That’s a little more reasonable.”

“Plenty! Here, picture this,” said Tamaki, spreading his hands out as though to make a picture frame as he spoke, “A crowded American Halloween party, with loud music and dancing and everything else that happens at commoner Halloween parties, including a costume party.  And then, we’ll arrive in matching costumes, all seven of us-“

“The Hosts?”

“Yes, of course.  So we’ll arrive, and the moment all of the Americans see us, they’ll be speechless and give us the Best Costume award there, on the spot, because we know American culture so well.  It’ll be beautiful, just like you!”

Haruhi was not sure how he managed to find a movie that allowed them all to match, nor how he convinced everyone to go along with the idea.  It was just Tamaki being Tamaki.  She just did not want to stick out at the party, but she had a bad feeling she would be, just because Tamaki was trying so hard.

“Alright, if you say so, Tamaki-senpai.”

Tamaki assumed that Haruhi was talking about the last part of his statement, so he replied, “Don’t worry, Haruhi, you’ll be the fairest of them all!”

With that, Tamaki swooped in and gave Haruhi another of his hugs and a quick peck on the cheek before letting her run off to class (since they still had ten minutes before class started).  Then, he went off to his own class, content that he had done as Kyoya had suggested by hinting at the outfit with what he said.  Now he did not feel so bad about not telling her.

All throughout the next three days, Haruhi tried to figure out what the boys had planned for matching costumes. Something Tamaki had said at the end reminded her vaguely of a movie she had watched recently, but she could not remember which one since she had seen so many of late. 

As it was, some of her female friends from class were giving her an “American education” by showing her all of the important movies that she had been deprived of.  First had been a Disney marathon, and this week it was Halloween-themed films like Nightmare Before Christmas and Hocus Pocus.  She was a little tired of movies and talk of doing all the same things that commoners did for the holiday.  She was just glad that she had convinced the guys not to go trick-or-treating. 

When Halloween night came, Haruhi was ready to see her costume already.  When several loud knocks came, she opened her door to find Tamaki wearing a stocking hat and a white beard with small glasses.  What little she saw of the other Hosts gave her to understand that all of them were wearing some sort of stocking hat and pointed shoes, and that was all the matching clothing she saw them wearing. 

“Haruhi! I hope you’re ready to surprise all those American friends of yours! You’re going to be so adorable!”

Tamaki jumped in place while the twins pushed their way forward and handed her a box.

“Put this on.  You have to wear the wig, too.”

“There’s a wig as well? I thought I was going to be female.”

“You will be! Put this on, and you’ll see!”

“Haruhi, you have ten minutes before we have to leave.  We can’t be late for your friends’ party.”

“Calm down, Kyoya-senpai.  Everyone is late for parties in America.”

The stare Kyoya gave Haruhi clearly showed that he refused to be late and take part in that American tradition.

While the Hosts lounged in her living room area, Haruhi put on her costume.  There was indeed a dress, and such a dress it was! Shiny satin encompassed her as she put on the bright yellow skirt with its red and blue bodice.  A touch of white, some matching shoes, and then Haruhi found the black wig.  She did not like the idea of curly, short, black hair, but she put it on. 

Suddenly, there came a tapping, as if someone rapping, rapping at her chamber door.  A visitor, and nothing more.

“Haru-chan! We forgot to give you the lipstick you need!”

“I’m coming.”

Haruhi opened her door to find Mori standing guard, a wall of safety with his face turned away, a tube of red lipstick in hand.  Hunny was standing on the other of Mori, waiting for Haruhi to open the door.

“Haru-chan, you look so good! Just wait until you put on this lipstick.  Then you’ll have lips red as the rose, and you’ll be perfect!”

Haruhi put on the lipstick, wondering what Hunny was talking about at the end.  Then, the lightbulb clicked on for her as she considered that and the “fairest of them all” comment of Tamaki.  Were the guys quoting a Disney movie?

When Haruhi walked out, with one minute to spare, Haruhi’s suspicions were confirmed.  It seemed that the guys had been watching Disney movies just like she had, including Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.  True, the guys were taller than dwarves (except maybe the adorable Hunny turned Happy), but there was something to be said for their ability to match a costume completely (since money was no object), as her memory of the movie served her.

The Hosts made quite the scene as they marched in single file, with Haruhi leading the way.  Hunny and Tamaki had tried to convince her to start singing “Heigh-Ho”, but to no avail.  They contented themselves with the thought that she smiled and waved to all, and it took them an extra fifteen minutes to walk to the party since people kept asking them to stop and take pictures.  Those pictures usually consisted of lining up on either side of Haruhi, or else kneeling and posing in front of their Snow White.

When the Hosts made it to the party, the party became silent.  The party-goers already there stopped to stare at the really well-done costumes until Haruhi’s friends recognized her, congratulating her on such a realistic costume.  

It was then that the Hosts realized that not everyone went hardcore into dressing up, if all of the generic pirates and other costumes were any indication.  Haruhi still felt out of place, but she was alright with it since the guys had done as she asked and found something that everyone could recognize.  

Soon enough, the guys’ American friends found them and were poking fun at all, except at the aptly-named Grumpy Kyoya.  Grumpy Kyoya was not amused by people trying to save the damsel-in-distress on Doc Tamaki’s arm, so he joined Bashful Mori that night, standing stoically and talking to a few key people who had family in business related to his.  Mori just kept an eye on his friends, but especially Haruhi. 

Several times the Hosts had to pose for pictures while at the party, and due to space reasons, they were forced to stand in columns of three on either side of Haruhi to save space.  Hunny and Mori always took the bottom since they were the strongest, while the twins took the middle slots on either side, and Tamaki took top right to Kyoya’s top left.  

Otherwise, the party went well.  They were a jolly, if rather rowdy, bunch as this type of crushing home party was not their favorite place, especially when other boys tried to take Tamaki’s place.  Hikaru made it a habit of sneezing loudly and accidentally pushing people away when guys got too close, and Kaoru fell asleep between Haruhi and whatever offending boy came along.

The big highlight of the party was that they all did receive first place for best costume, individual and group.  Tamaki looked like a kid at Christmas, telling Haruhi how happy he was and that she had nothing to worry about.

At the appointed time, which Kyoya had been watching for ever since they entered the party, the Hosts left.  Haruhi was surprised to leave so early, but Kyoya was insistent.

“Our presence is required elsewhere, Haruhi.  I think we’ve all had enough of this type of party for a while, yes?”

“Yeah, and enough of this costume!”

“You said it, Hikaru! I’m tired of being named Sleepy.”

“And I’m tired of being Sneezy!”

“With age comes wisdom,” said Mori.

“And you’re the youngest,” said Kyoya with a smug grin.

“Next time, we should not let Kyoya-senpai pick out the rules to decide who gets to choose names first.”           

“Agreed, Kaoru.  Never trust a Shadow King.”

“How did you decide what to do?” asked Haruhi.

“I gave them the option of choosing their next costume first,” said Kyoya.

“Next costume? What next costume?”

“This one!” sing-songed Tamaki.

Haruhi saw the bright light of a camera flash as several pictures were taken of her.  After her eyes recovered, she saw Kyoya holding a camera, while Tamaki held another box.

“I don’t understand,” said Haruhi.

“You didn’t really expect us to stay in this costume all night did you?” asked Kyoya.

“After watching so many Disney movies, we had an idea!”

“So we decided to wear two costumes tonight! One from Snow White, and the other of our choosing from the current Disney princesses.”

“And Tamaki wanted to still get the full commoner experience of trick-or-treating, so he settled for the next best thing: having us all pass out candy to children together,” explained Kyoya.

“You need another costume,” said Tamaki, “so put this one on.  I just know you’re going to love it!”

“Our little bookworm,” added Mori.

Haruhi was surprised at Tamaki’s persuasive powers (with maybe a little encouragement from Kyoya), but she decided it was worth a shot.  She was not sure what else they could do with Disney, but if she was a bookworm, it was promising.  Something less fluffy, hopefully.

Then she opened the box, and discovered a very large yellow ballroom gown with matching gloves/shoes and a brown wig.  When she got a good look at the dress, she realized that she was going to be Belle.  A beauty she would be, and she wondered if someone else would be her beast. 

When she got done changing, she realized that the guys were no longer guys.  Instead, she found all of the men in dresses, save Hikaru, who was wearing a gauzy pair of poofy pants and matching, revealing top with long, black hair.  The boys had outdone themselves this time in looking like Disney Princesses, and she had a feeling that if anyone from Disney World were around, they would wonder how the Hosts managed to steal the theme park’s costumes.

“What do you think, Haruhi?” called out Hikaru.

“Do we look recognizable?” added Kaoru.

“Are we or are we Disney Princesses?” said Hikaru as he sashayed toward Haruhi.

Haruhi wanted to laugh when she saw who was dressed as whom among the Disney Princesses.  Hikaru made a good, sassy Jasmine, and Kaoru rocked the glass slippers as Cinderella (if it was real glass).  Haruhi was surprised that Kaoru was able to find a coach shaped like a pumpkin that was drawn by horses, but only for a moment.  This was the Host Club, after all.

Mori made a fine Mulan, dressed casually in the green, blue, and yellow dress with a sword at his side.  Haruhi assumed that the sword was real, though she did not find out until later that it had been in his family for generations.  Hunny donned a bright red, curly wig and teal blue dress, and he was excited to carry around a bow and arrow.  He attempted at first to do a Scottish accent, but Mori told him that he was a perfectly fine Merida without the accent. 

Once Haruhi was ready, all piled into the Pumpkin Coach and headed to a field in the middle of Boston, where cars were already pulled in.  Once the Hosts got out, Tachibana, still dressed as Dopey, appeared and gave the Hosts bags of candy to hand out.  Two photographers also appeared, both hired by Kyoya.

Soon, kids started walking around in their costumes, some as young as two, others as old as twelve.  Some came in wheelchairs, and others came by themselves or in small groups.  Each car had candy in it for the kids to take, and they all took a turn through the circle of cars parked in the field, until they came to the Hosts. 

Many of the girls who came that night had a habit of running to one of the Hosts, excited to meet their favorite princess. Some boys even looked in awe, though the older ones were a little confused.  After that, the Hosts agreed to take one photo of the child’s choosing, whether with all of them together, or with just the princess the kid liked best.  The photo was printed on the spot as a memento of the night.

As usual, Tamaki had the highest request rate for single pictures since he was Rapunzel, and his long, golden locks and smile won him many adoring fans, though Haruhi’s Belle was a close second.  All Hosts took at least one individual picture, even Kyoya in his short dress and shaven legs as a quiet Pocahontas.  The girl who loved Pocahontas had been hard to get rid of, as she kept wanting to sing “Just Around the Riverbend” with Kyoya.

By the end of the night, each of the Hosts had given out several large bags of candy, and all kids left with smiles on their faces.  Some children had their dreams come true by being able to meet their favorite princess, and all of the Hosts were happy with what they had done.  

Even though Kyoya said he was having pictures done for good publicity, Haruhi could tell that he had fun as kids said outrageous things about each person’s costume, or watched as Tamaki got pulled in multiple directions by all the girls playing with his fake hair.  Haruhi liked watching the boys as they approached Mori and Hunny, who then allowed them to learn a new move or try to use the bow and arrow on a target.

After the kids all left, several city and hospital officials came and thanked the Hosts for coming out that night, and after several more photos for publicity, the Hosts left. 

“Wow, guys, I didn’t expect to do this tonight, or to wear anything like this.  But, this was a lot of fun.  I’ve never seen so many happy kids.  Thanks,” said Haruhi.

“So, did you like my idea?” asked Tamaki.

“Yes, I did, Tamaki-senpai.  This was one of your best ideas so far,” said Haruhi with a smile.

“Yay! I’m so glad! I knew you would like it!”

Haruhi knew the soul-crushing hug was coming, but she was hoping that he would have waited until after they were out of the carriage.  But, that would not be Tamaki, and so he leaped across his seat to hug Haruhi.  The rest of the Hosts tried to get him off of Haruhi, but the only thing they succeeded in doing was getting pulled into the hug by Tamaki, so when the carriage stopped, several groans of complaint were heard as body parts slammed into one another. 

The Hosts made it to Haruhi’s room before she realized that all of the Hosts wanted to come back into her room instead of go to bed.

“Guys, I had a lot of fun, but I’m tired.  Can we talk more tomorrow?”

“It’s not us that want to talk to you, Haru-chan.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your father.”

“What about my Dad, Mori-senpai?”

“It was hard to convince your father to let you go to that party tonight, Haruhi.”

“Why, Tamaki-senpai?”

“Because he was afraid that in such tight quarters, we wouldn’t be able to protect you, which is preposterous.  Our martial arts masters alone could have taken care of us, and I had Hotta and Tachibana here as well.  It required a little finagling, but he was convinced to go along with Tamaki’s plan, with one condition.” 

“What was that, Kyoya-senpai?”

“That you wear a large, frilly dress of some sort, and that he be allowed to see you in it.”


Haruhi wanted to have choice words with her father.  Why did he always try to get her to wear such girly dresses?

The Hosts backed up slowly after seeing Haruhi’s initial reaction, though Kyoya continued with opening up the webcam. When Haruhi calmed down, the Hosts came toward her again.

“Haruhi, are you ready to greet your father?”

“Yes.  Let’s get this over with.  I want to go to bed and get out of this dress.”

“Yeah, I’m tired of wearing a dress.  Next year, we’re definitely going to be pirates,” said Hikaru.

“Pirates? No! We should be characters from Avatar the Last Airbender and have really cool moves! Don’t you want to do that, ne Takashi?”

Mori’s grunt of approval was missed by Kaoru’s outburst.

“No, we should totally be characters from Harry Potter.  Then we can be mischievous twins again!”

Chaos reigned for several moments until the sound of the webcam starting was heard, and all became deathly silent. Haruhi was pushed forward, and when the smiling face of Ranka was seen, all on Haruhi’s end had to cover their ears at the burst of joy emitted by Ranka.

“Aww, there’s my Haruhi! You look so cute! That’s such a great dress on you! So, when are you dressing up in one of those Victorian dresses? They have the best corsets.  Oh, better yet, Regency-style! You could be Elizabeth Bennet from that Jane Austen movie I love so much, Pride and Prejudice. I must share these ideas.  Oh, boys!”
The Host Club Is Ch 1

Author’s Disclaimer: No, I do not own OHSHC, nor do I own anything related to Disney.  I just own the rather crackish idea to combine them.  And to include random references for funsies.  You have been warned of the general Halloween silliness and fluff to come.  This takes place post-manga/anime, while the Hosts are in America studying abroad.  I hope it brings a smile to your face.  Happy Halloween! I love Halloween.  I especially love Halloween because it’s my sister’s birthday. This story is dedicated to her.  We used to trick-or-treat all the way into high school, having lots of fun with that. One day, I was thinking about what kind of costumes all the Hosts could wear to match one another.  Snow White was one of my first thoughts (I know, really strange), and then being Disney Princesses came from that.  I stuck to the official list of Disney Princesses at the moment (I don’t think the Frozen ones are in it yet), so that it would be slightly easier to choose from the countless women in the Disney franchise.  I’m sure you all have ideas of who would be better suited for which roles, and I’m curious to see how they compare.  Also, who got the random Poe reference?

Second, this is the first of a series of prompts/requests from bhoney who saw my first TamaHaru fic and wanted to see more TamaHaru.  She has a bunch of ideas for some that she did not have time to do, so she gave them to me to make it happen.  I can’t promise that these one-shots will come out frequently or consistently, but I have a large list, plus license to do all the holiday fluff I want.  So this happened.  All stories will be one-shots, post-manga/anime unless noted otherwise, and will be centered around the TamaHaru pairing. I have two favorite pairings in OHSHC, TamaHaru and KyoHaru, so I’m writing bits for both.  Anyway, thanks so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!       

Fanfiction Writer Meme 2 by tmwillson3
Fanfiction Writer Meme 2
Here's the second Fanfiction Writer's Meme! Nothing new and exciting here, but it was fun to do and summarize myself.  Feel free to do it and let me know if you do! :D You can find a blank one below.  Have fun!  

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Fanfiction Writer's Meme 1 by tmwillson3
Fanfiction Writer's Meme 1
I found and filled out this fanfiction writer's meme a while, and I figured I should post it.  I actually found two and liked both, so I filled them both out.  Most of this info is probably not earth-shattering or new, but now it's nicely summarized.  If you're a writer, feel free to use the blank one (link below) to do your own and let me know! :D

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Theresa Marie
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United States
Quick facts:
I'm a hopeless romantic, as well as an eternal optimist. :D I live 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:

Long Version:
I'm very fond of fanfiction, in particular Labyrinth ( :iconjarethplz: + :iconsarahwilliamsplz: !!!) 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), but, 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:…

I love to take pictures with my new Nikon, so I'll be posting those now and then. Also, I've begun working with ASinglePetal on editing work/writing because of a contest I entered. Next art attempt: photomanipulation. I have a couple done, and most will be covers for stories I write. There should be more in the future.

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, 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.

Labyrinth: J&S: SO SO HARD!!!
POTO: either, depends on mood
HP: Hermoine&Ron, Hermoine&Snape, Hermoine &Harry, Harry&Ginny, Snape&Ginny, a variety
Ouran: Haruhi& either Tamaki, Kyoya, 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

Writing Schedule!

1. Letters from a Mutual Friend
2. Sarah and the Laws of Queendom
3. Art Exchange with xXRainbowStarsXx SAO (Kirito X OC)

1. Arrogance and Animosity
2. Assorted OHSHC one-shots
3. Whatever Laby story gets picked next
4. Assorted Holiday one-shots
5. What You Want - OHSHC KyoHaru

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 Spring 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. Rain: Friend or Foe? Fluffy one-shot about Sarah getting stuck in the rain, and then gets visited by Jareth. Warning, is very, very, fluffy and cute!

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

11: Love and Other Drugs: One-shot: what if Jareth drank coffee? Much hilarity follows.

12. Sarah's Greatest Affair: Birthday giftfic. Sarah loves Jareth, but does she have all her priorities in order?

13. Other holiday one-shots: Thankful, Call Me Maybe, The Goblin Dance, Christmas Songs Underground, Precious Jewels, Mistletoe Mischief, First Snow

14. Hide and Seek: short future story, with focus on goblins I have created. The goblins decide to hide from Jareth by staying with Sarah. Only good things can come of that. Will always be J/S!

15. Songfic of Billy Joel: working title: For the Longest Time. A short future story, showing how good Jareth is at creating mischief. Sarah may have grown-up, but it doesn't mean she can't have a little fun now and then.

16. Beautiful: A short future story. Sarah deals with guilt after running the Labyrinth, and it gets to her. Toby makes a wish that she could be happier, and Jareth answers.

17. 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.

19. More holiday fluff, because let's face it, I love fluff, and writing it. That or song-fics if so inspired along the way of writing. Anything could happen!

Non J/S:
This list is slowly growing, actually.
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
(all involving OC's of ASinglePetal )
4. Christmastime in Sword Art Online: giftfic
5. Snape's New Favorite Toy
6. New Year's Eve, Ouran Style
7. Alone Now
8. Don't Mess with Our Friends
9. His Favorite Gift

Current Residence: New job, shouldn't be saying.....
deviantWEAR sizing preference: L
Favourite genre of music: Rock and Roll
Favourite photographer: none
Favourite style of art: Photography
Operating System: PC
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Favourite 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. Faires 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:

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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Hi all!

Mon Dec 15, 2014, 8:17 PM

Can you believe it's December 15th already? I can't.  Where has this year gone?

What's new with me? Job is good, still really busy.  Less car troubles.  Been home again.  Thanksgiving was awesome! Now have a boyfriend (my first!).  :D

Fanfic-wise, I was in a rut for the last couple months with Labyrinth.  But, I'm finally out of it! The last two days I wrote two brand new one-shots, coming soon.  Holiday stuff woot! Got more ideas for Labyrinth, trying to catch up on current stories, and Ouran keeps getting more ideas.  erichi25  requested a songfic, so I'm going to try my hand at one there.  There will be more holiday fanfic, never fear.  

So what's new in your lives? Any big plans for Christmas and the holiday season? I'd love to hear! I'm going home again, so I'm always excited for that.

Otherwise, just wanted to say hi! The next time you see a journal, don't expect anything too fancy, as my premium membership is about to expire.  Someone anonymous was very kind to give it to me, and my thanks will never be enough for this awesome gift.  I'm not planning to renew it. It's been fun while it lasted, and if I ever became more serious about art/writing, I might consider it.  Hope you all are doing well!!! :D  

  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: Charlie Brown Christmas album
  • Reading: A friend's novel
  • Watching: The Muppets do Christmas carols
  • Playing: Nothing, don't own any video games
  • Eating: Leftovers
  • Drinking: Water

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