I once again apologize for my fics all being in the original category. I hope that this will be resolved soon, but right now I just want to get as many of my old fics posted as possible and will fix the categories once this problem is fixed.
Gundam Wing Fairy Tales: 1: Snow White
By Shinigamiinochi
Rating: NC-17
Roles: Snow White – Duo
First Queen: Lady Une
King: Odin
Wicked Queen: Relena
Executioner/Queen's brother: Nichol
Executioner's Assistant: Otto
Seven Dwarfs: Treize (Queen's snitch), Quatre, Wufei, Trowa, Alex, Mueller, Zechs
Prince: Heero
Pairings: (not in order of most important) 11+Odin, 1x2, R+Odin, R+1, 4x2, 5x2, 3x2, AlexX2, 6x2.
Warnings: AU, OOC, pedophilia, NCS, gore, language, murder, minor-character death, lemon, bondage, S+M, bastardized characters (for purposes of plot, not because I don't like the characters, I'll make it up to them, I promise.)
Author's Note: I have been out of the Gundam Wing fandom for three years now, but have decided to return. I may or may not continue with this arc, it's all up to time. Basically, this arc is based on the original tales that Disney stole, but only loosely based. I've tried to take out the magical elements and make it more modern. Also, these stories are not happy, but have a lot of dark overtones, as you may have guessed from the warnings. So, if you're a Disney lover, don't read this. However, if you're like me, and prefer the darker origins of these tales, here ya go. Oh, yeah, and the pedophilia thing I got from the original tale, so don't bitch at me, it's how it was written before Disney got it's greasy mitts on it.
Chapter One: Finding Snow White
Mistress Une stared out of her cottage window into the stormy, snow covered woods and sighed. She stopped with her knitting and rubbed her stomach. She had had a wonderful marriage with the lord Odin Lowe, but there was something that was missing from her life. The lord was rich and his reputation was pure, unlike other high-privileged men who were known to cheat around or steal. They had been married ten long years, but their fire was not out, yet. However, one cold evening, during a routine physical, she discovered the horrible truth. She was barren. It would not matter how hard she and Odin tried, they would never have a child. She took up her knitting again, making a sweater for her husband. She had servants who could buy or even knit one, but her mother had always impressed upon her the importance of self-reliance. And, in truth, being able to give her rich husband something she had made gave her a bright warmth inside. In her careless thoughts, she suddenly stabbed her hapless finger with the steel needle. She hissed in pain as her blood dripped onto the wooden floor. Next to her, the iris on a small table dropped a single petal. She looked down at the mix. She imagined if she had a child, it would have hair like that; brown and red, and it's eyes as deeply purple as the flower, with skin the color of the fallen snow outside. Thinking this, she wept for what she would never have and how she had shamed her husband.
A week had passed since Une's revelations, and since she found herself spiraling deeper and deeper into depression. Odin quickly became worried for her, but she refused to tell him what was the matter. She would often go to town, something she never used to do. She thought that if she could see other children playing, it would be enough to alleviate her sadness, but it never did. On one such trip she spotted a pretty young woman with bright, wavy red hair and blue eyes, with a baby carriage. In her curiosity, she saw that it was the child from her dreams! A baby boy, with brown-red hair and deep purple eyes. Une found she could not take her eyes off of the child, her child. She followed the mother for hours, not even bothering to be inconspicuous. She followed her all the way to her home, a peaceful little white house, conveniently tucked away in the woods, far from town.
That night, Une waited for her husband to fall asleep, then silently crept downstairs. One of Odin's unending hobbies was collecting ancient things. They practically littered the house; swords, shields, books, vases, all sorts of things from around the world. Une found herself in their library, right under one of Odin's many sword collections. She gazed at an European dagger, old, but slender and sharp. She took it from it's hooks, her slender hands balancing it and found it pleasingly light. She grabbed her purse on her way out the door and placed the dagger in it, it fit nicely. She attempted to fish out her keys, but on a second thought, decided to walk. After all, it was such a nice night out…
Angelique Maxwell rocked her baby son in his crib with one hand and balanced her book in the other. Every once in awhile, she glanced away from her reading to glance at the child, a soft, but beautiful, smile on her face. She looked outside to see it had started snowing again, soon it would be a blizzard. Being out in the wilderness was peaceful, but the weather could be abysmal at times. Still, she looked forward to teaching her son all sorts of things about nature, things he couldn't learn in a city. She was also glad that her only child would not have to live around traffic and the violence of the cities as well as have clean air in his lungs. A light knocking came on the door. Thomas, her husband, came out of the kitchen, having the bad habit of fixing himself grilled cheese sandwiches in the late nights. He smiled at her and their child, Duo, then opened the door. A brunette woman stood there, a light sprinkling of snow on her grey jacket. Her light brown eyes shifted about nervously, but her smile was friendly. She shivered in their doorway.
"I'm sorry," she said, her German accent mixed with learned English tones of the area, "but my car has broken down and I've gotten lost in the storm. It seems your house is the only one near by. If it isn't too much trouble, could I stay the night?" Thomas smiled brightly at her.
"Of course! I would be no gentleman to let a woman suffer out this storm and we have an extra bed you can use until this weather quiets down." The woman's smile brightened.
"Oh, thank you so much! I am so grateful!" Angelique smiled at her as she sat down, her bag clutched tightly in her lap.
"I'll go get you ladies some soup," Thomas said as he went to the kitchen.
"And what is your name?" Angelique asked, gently rocking Duo.
"Carol," Une lied sweetly. She cooed at the baby.
"Such a beautiful child! What is it's name?"
"His name is Duo," Angelique turned her attention to the fire, not noticing the woman digging an ornate dagger from her purse.
Hours later Une returned to her home, the crying baby wrapped in her bloody cloak. She put him down on their spare bed and took a shower, washing away the remains of her crime. Odin awoke to the child's cries. As Une emerged, dressed in a silk bathrobe. He said nothing as he started to warm up some milk.
The couple gladly welcomed the child into their lives. Odin on his part never asked where the child had come from. Whether it was because he wanted a child so badly or because he loved his wife too much to tell on her was unclear, but he treated Duo like his own child nonetheless. The families happiness was short-lived. A few days later, while taking a walk in the woods with her newly acquired son, a hunter mistook the brunette for an animal and shot her dead. Duo had lost a mother for a second time.
End chapter one
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