![Christmas was the worst time, Jareth had found
He was always drawn to Sarah, all the time, but he could resist it when she moved through a humdrum, boring world, and blended. When she wasn’t glowing bright with happiness, when she was far from her old home, and the girl she’d been when last they met.
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Christmas was when she returned, sometimes alone - when she’d be a little sad, alone with no one to shield her from Karen and her jibes - or, worse, with another man on her arm, and he’d watch the beautiful woman she’d become slowly fade, and that willful girl emerge. She’d play with her little brother, the boy he’d tried and failed to steal away, and she’d smile or sigh, she’d settle back in close or run as she had in her youth, back to the park.
He made himself avoid her the rest of the year, but those few weeks when she’d be home for Christmas, that was when he’d watch. He couldn’t help it.
He was sorry for that, and glad of it, on the thirteenth Christmas he spent watching her. He was following her car on silent wings, drifting through the falling snow with unnatural grace and speed, both dreading and desperately needing these three weeks, these days when he could pretend he was there with her, that she’d let him in.
Maybe this year he’d be brave enough, he thought, maybe he’d come to her door and court her: she was alone this year, after all, no beau to bring home. Maybe he’d have the courage to ask, this year, to do more than lurk in the shadows, a forgotten enemy from childhood.
The snow came harder, faster, and then there was a sharp bend in the road. Sarah’s cheap Ford rent-a-car did not turn: it skidded, slid, collided with a tree just off the highway.
He landed on the fencepost by the wreck of his love’s car as fast as he could manage it, but without a summons he was trapped as an owl in this world.
Sarah’s head was bleeding, her neck at an unnatural, sickening angle.
Now, every Christmas, a barn owl sits on that same fencepost, and stares at the tree. It doesn’t move, it doesn’t cry out, it doesn’t fly away. Because for three weeks, Jareth watches Sarah, and so he does, although her spirit is long gone and her body buried. There is a little memorial on the tree, and that is enough.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/4a5c28d5e0db3c191f7cf2fb9943f19a/tumblr_mlv6o8XmJJ1rqd92do1_400.gif)
Christmas was the worst time, Jareth had found
He was always drawn to Sarah, all the time, but he could resist it when she moved through a humdrum, boring world, and blended. When she wasn’t glowing bright with happiness, when she was far from her old home, and the girl she’d been when last they met.
#sorry I made this post about labyrinth #Jareth x Sarah #jareth #labyrinth
Labyrinth fanfic/fanwork recs
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3633532/1/The_Challenge
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1494434/Lixxle
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/175114/Subtilior
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4824776/1/The_Devil_Does_Exist
http://pika-la-cynique.deviantart.com/gallery/772068?offset=192
These are my go-to’s for first-time Jareth/Sarah ff seekers. Feel free to reblog with more suggestions!
#omfg this song #this sonnnng is my Laby song #and I thought no one would ever #omg #dying #labyrinth #Jareth x Sarah #vienna teng
the memory: rufeepeach: calonari replied to your post: I know I like a poem when I...
yes gooood. And I’m reading JarethxSarah, and I should be studying. We’re in the same boat, blood of my blood.If fandom went down for just one day, the combined intelligence…
JxS sexytimes trump all forms of work: this we know.
Jareth, you sexy bastard, how many exams would I have aced if you didn’t exist to distract me?
(not writing Rumpel v Jareth fic, not not not not not not not… damnit.)
I’ll save you the work on the Rumpel v Jareth one: As the World Falls Down
Rumpel *really* doesn’t like child-thieves.
Yes good
BUT I WAS WORKING DAMNIT!
Y U SO PERFECT?
(now I’m writing them as an epic bromance. The gauntlet has been thrown. I need them happy and stealing shit and reeking havoc all over the place.)
#jareth #Jareth x Sarah #Rumpelstiltskin #oh no not now #plot bunnies can all go away
the memory: rufeepeach: calonari replied to your post: I know I like a poem when I...
yes gooood. And I’m reading JarethxSarah, and I should be studying. We’re in the same boat, blood of my blood.If fandom went down for just one day, the combined intelligence…
JxS sexytimes trump all forms of work: this we know.
Jareth, you sexy bastard, how many exams would I have aced if you didn’t exist to distract me?
(not writing Rumpel v Jareth fic, not not not not not not not… damnit.)
#jareth #Jareth x Sarah #studying #Blood Of My Blood
the memory: Labyrinth's report
Oooooooooh the 80’s !
There were so awesome !
There were so cheesy !
Oh mercy….
Ok let’s begin.
Toby, you fucking annoying baby.
The “hands” scene, oh my god, awesome ! Also the stair’s scene!
Oh god the music ! It’s so addicted ! MAGIC DANCE !
Sarah, can I have your clothes, room, and…
YES TO ALL OF THIS!
YOU REACTED EXACTLY RIGHT, I WANT TO HUG YOU SO BAD RIGHT NOW!
Sarah/Jareth = me shipping UST before I was ten years old. Just saying.
And the muppets are freakin scary. Awesome and cute as, but scary.
COME HERE BBY *HUGS*
OH ! AND THE MASQUERADE BALL
CAN I HAVE ONE !?
HER DRESS ! HNNNG FEELINGS !
It was obvious, the first time Jareth looked at her “Hey hot stuff, I like you. Now look at my gorgeous eyes and fall in luv”
That bitch knows how to flirt.
I’VE WANTED THAT DRESS FOR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER!
I looked for one like it for prom. Then realised it wasn’t the 80s, and no one would get it.
I’ve wanted to go to a masquerade for-ev-er, but guess what? THEY NEVER FREAKIN HAPPEN!
Jareth/Sarah: perfect OTP. There’s enough sexual tension there to sink a goddamn warship. And there is some completely epic fic out there for them, b/c it’s been around longer than the goddamn internet.
#JARETH X SARAH #LABYRINTH #ALL-CAPS ARE NEEDED HERE
