#snow white and huntsman with william & snow white childhood friends to lovers

[mzannthropy]

Kindred spirits appear when you least expect them (geddit?).

Normally it wouldn't be a massive deal hating something popular, bc inevitably, everyone's gonna hate something popular at some point in their lives. But what do you do when you hate Me Before You and LOVE Sam Claflin, what do you do then? What do you do, when you see an article about him and get that dreaded feeling in your stomach as you click to open it, bc you know that film will be mentioned? (I want to hug every journalist who doesn't bring it up. Nicely done work, Men's Health.) What do you do when you see all the comments from people who love that film saying how much they cried? (Why? WHY???? What is there to cry about? How easily impressed people are by a cheap tearjerker?) What do you do when that film is sold as the best thing in romance, a True Love (how?), a "doomed love story" (how????? Romeo and Juliet is a doomed love story, not this trash). What do you do when you know there are much, much better, more quality films with Sam to watch, with better developed female characters AND love interests--but everyone ignores them? What do you do?

Will: You're the only thing that makes me wake up in the morning.

Also Will: kills himself.

How truly inspirational! /s

[princesssarisa]

Snow White Winter: "Snow White and the Huntsman" (2012 film)

This dark PG-13 spectacle is probably the most famous of the 2012 Snow Whites. Starring the Snow White of Kristin Stewart at the peak of her Twilight Saga fame, Charlize Theron as the wicked Queen Ravenna, and Chris Hemsworth as the Huntsman, it reimagines the tale as a sinister high fantasy. Despite mixed reviews, it was a box office success, and even inspired a 2016 sequel, The Huntsman: Winter's War. And for Snow White lovers, whether it appeals or not, it's still an intriguing spin on the tale.

With her snow-white skin, blood-red lips, raven hair, and heart as strong as a rose that survives the winter, this Snow White has an idyllic childhood until her mother's death, which is soon followed by an invasion by a mysterious phantom army. Her father the King defeats them, then marries Ravenna, a beautiful woman who was apparently their prisoner. But actually Ravenna was their leader. She murders the King and becomes perhaps the most powerful of all versions of the wicked Queen, seizing the throne with her massive army, imprisoning Snow White in a tower, and reducing the kingdom to a filthy, poverty-ridden dystopia. Worse yet, this Queen is functionally immortal, as she captures pretty maidens and magically sucks out their youth and beauty to maintain her own.

But one day she learns from her magic mirror (a golden disc which melts into the shape of a shrouded figure at her command) that Snow White is not only fairer than she is, but destined to kill her. That is, unless she kills Snow White first and eats her heart, which will make her truly immortal. But Snow White escapes from her tower and into the Dark Forest, a deadly place haunted by supernatural powers stronger than Ravenna's. So Ravenna summons one of the few men known to have travelled through the Dark Forest and survived: Eric the Huntsman, a belligerent drunkard whom she orders to hunt Snow White down, with the promise to resurrect his dead wife if he succeeds. But when Eric learns that Ravenna lied and has no power to bring back the dead, he makes a deal with Snow White instead. For a promise of money, he'll guide her out of the Forest and take her to the one powerful ally she has left: Duke Hammond, the father of her childhood best friend William. Meanwhile, William himself (the equivalent of the Prince) learns of Snow White's escape, and joins the Queen's forces to search for her with the secret goal of protecting her.

After journeying through the deadly Forest, and through a village of women who have scarred their faces to to protect themselves from the Queen, Snow White and Eric finally meet the eight dwarfs: Beith, Muir, Gort, Nion, Coll, Duir, Quert and Gus. These dwarfs are played by average-height actors digitally made to look short (including such distinguished names as Ian McShane, Ray Winstone, and Bob Hoskins in his last role before his death), which caused outrage in 2012 from many little people and their advocates. But these characters clearly aren't men with dwarfism, but the last survivors of a noble race of gold-miners more akin to Tolkien's dwarves. They lead Snow White and Eric into a lush green fairy sanctuary, where for a while they take refuge. But the idyll is shattered by the arrival of Ravenna's warriors. In the ensuing battle, the youngest and friendliest dwarf Gus is killed taking an arrow for Snow White (apparently in any Snow White with an eighth dwarf, that dwarf is doomed to die – see also the 1992 German/Czech film), but our heroes win the day, and Snow White reunites with William.

Yet their journey onward is cut short, as the crafty Ravenna magically disguises herself as William to give Snow White a poisoned apple. (Not even we the audience realize it's her until too late.) Her distraught companions carry her seemingly dead body to the castle of the Duke, who has her prepared for burial. But as Eric mourns alone in the chapel, having grown past his former motive of personal gain and learned to care for Snow White, he kisses her lips... and as a testament to their bond, despite the setup of William as her love interest, this is the kiss that revives her.

Snow White now dons armor, takes up a sword, and leads the Duke's soldiers in a siege of Ravenna's castle. At long last she confronts the Queen, and after a long, hard fight, stabs her to death. Thus the kingdom is saved and Snow White is crowned queen. Her vague love triangle with Eric and William is never resolved – the men matter most as her brothers-in-arms who helped her to claim her throne. (The sequel reveals that she eventually married William, though.)

Needless to say, this is far from Disney's Snow White. With its dark tone and imagery of violence, supernatural terrors, hints of sexual abuse and incest, and other grisly details, the film earns its PG-13 rating. And with its lavish digital effects and melodramatic tone, it's only natural that some critics have labeled it over-the-top. But its vision of the tale is unquestionably a fresh, creative one, the visuals are wonderfully atmospheric, and the cast is well chosen, Stewart's Snow White might lack warmth and vitality, but her solemn, anxious demeanor suits a heroine whose hard life gradually turns her into a warrior, and while Theron's Queen Ravenna can be too bombastic in her madness, she's still a compelling villainess: cruel and frightening, yet with inner fear and fragility that makes her pitiable too. Hemsworth's cynical yet sympathetic Huntsman and the other actors round out the story effectively.

For fans of both fairy tales and dystopian high fantasy, this Snow White is a must-see.

@ariel-seagull-wings, @superkingofpriderock

[tawneybel]

Request: “Ravenna disguises herself as William (or as the Huntsman) to have her way with reader/you?” Chris Hemsworth is good but Sam Claflin needs love, too. I couldn’t find entire scene on YouTube so I looked up the script online. Added a minuscule bit of magical mind control, ‘cause why not?

“Walk with me.”

William’s soft voice retrieved you from a pool of worried thoughts. You offered a grateful smile before lifting yourself off your perch. Your feet planted next to his, William returned the smile before starting off into the snowy wood.

“I was just walking with Snow White.”

“Do you wish to return to your tent then?”

You shook your head. “She said, ‘Up here it’s as if nothing’s changed. The world looks beautiful again.’”

“It will be. When you both return to court and she is queen. The people of this kingdom hate Ravenna with their very fiber.”

“Snow White said she only felt sorrow for Ravenna. My feelings are a little more conflicting than that.”

That caught William off guard. You pretended not to notice his nonplussed expression as you took the lead. How could your relationship with the tyrant be described? You exhaled, breath pale. “Gilded cage” might be a good start. Maybe not. He quickened his step and reappeared at your side. Like he was was afraid you would actually leave him behind.

“Maternal figure?”

The hushed question made you stop in your tracks.

“Not quite as… familial as that.” You decided to let William interpret that as he wished. “Ravenna mentioned what a good queen I could be. I figure she wanted me as an heir instead of Snow White.” Something was on your companion’s mind. His lips parted before he pursed them, waiting for you to resume your vague explanation. “I mean, she liked me more than her…”

That was obvious. You didn’t have to state it.

“You would make a glorious queen.” That caught you off guard. “If Snow White wasn’t in line-”

“That’s not the life for me.”

“Oh?”

“I’m too indecisive. I can’t even read my own feelings on Ravenna.” Treason? If that’s what he’s hinting at, William is edg*ng towards dangerous territory. Overthrowing Tabor’s current monarch is difficult enough already. “To me, she was far too kind to hate.”

Your co-conspirator ceased walking. You paused as well, feeling like you two had strolled enough. Admiring the scenery for a brief moment, you decided you wanted to return to camp soon. When you turned to face William again, it was your turn to be caught off guard. Gazing into your eyes devotedly, he took a step forward.  

“If I had a choice, I would take you far from here. And keep you safe by my side. But I have a duty. And so do you.”

“Can you really imagine me as a queen?” You let out a quiet laugh. “How could I even run a country?”

“The same way you led me when we were children. I followed you everywhere. Ran when you called. I would have done anything for you.”

I still would, his tone suggested.

“That’s true,” you replied. “Snow White you always quarreled with, but me…”

William had crept even closer without your notice. “We don’t need to talk about Snow White.”

“I’d rather not marry a king, anyway,” you prattled on. “I’d rather be the wife of a count or baron. Spouse to a duke is the highest amount of authority I would be able to handle.” An uncomfortable warmth flooded your face when you remembered who were conversing with. Before you could lower your gaze, William leant closer.

“Do you wish to retire to your tent?” he whispered.

As you two retreated to camp, you thought about placing your hand in his. Then decided against it. William made sure to tread carefully behind you. Being caught by the huntsman or any of the others would have been awkward.

There’s nothing wrong with this, you thought about saying. Then you decided that wasn’t the right approach. “We don’t have to-”

“But I want to, ______. I’ve wanted to for so long.”

With that, William leant down to claim his kiss.  

At first the duke’s son had seemed a bit reluctant. Perhaps he’d deliberated whether or not this was an appropriate setting  for l*vemaking. Maybe it was his first time. But now you were on your back, dress pulled up past your waist, being straddled by your handsome childhood friend. You unfastened the top half of your garment, not breaking eye contact. William’s nervous smile disappeared as he followed your lead. Now that he was shirtless, you impatiently pulled the pants off his hips. He kissed you on the mouth once more before focusing on your lower set of lips.

Whether his initial nerves were due to virginity, you weren’t so sure anymore. Because he knew exactly what to do with your little pink bead. William very carefully rolled your cl*toris between his thumb and forefinger. Occasionally pausing to keep you from becoming too stimulated.  

“May I feel how wet you are?”

Tearing your eyes away from his wonderful fingers, you stared at his half-hard c*ck and nodded. He must have great self-control, you figured, because he hadn’t gotten harder since his clothed cr*tch was pressed your bare one. Then you felt a digit trail down your slit.

“Please…”

Your hips rose up to meet him. Knuckle by knuckle, your lover dragged a single finger inside and then withdrew before turning over and re-entering. This time the finger curled inside of you. Making you clench down and gasp. The uncharacteristically husky voice that asked if you wanted him now was impossible to refuse.  

William clasped your hand in his as he climbed on top of you. Despite how soaked you were, he still seemed a bit awkward about f*cking you. But it was endearing. Maybe he’d only had digital s*x before. There would be time for questions later.

It seemed to last for more than an hour at the least. Despite this very possibly being his first time, your friend seemed very in control of himself. Strange how well are bodies are tuned with each other’s, you mused as he rutted into you. What a great way to keep warm.

Now he was picking up speed. He’d barely broken eye contact, admiring every little twitch of your face, since starting but now his face was starting to scrunch up in pleasure. You weren’t going to last much longer either.

“William-”

“I’m not William,” he huffed, eyes shut.

You wet your bottom lip. “Do you, do you wish me to call you something else during…?”

The org*sm hit you so hard you just sputtered for a couple seconds before letting it overpower you. No previous cl*max had ever been this powerful. Or lasted so long. While it didn’t come out of the blue, you weren’t expecting to c*m so suddenly.  Your partner was still thrusting into you. Focusing only on securing his own release. His hold on your biceps was almost painful as he drew you up to capture your lips again. His grip actually became painful as you drew away to breathe.

“Spill your seed on my belly.”

If you hadn’t trusted William, you would have thought he had no intention of pulling out. You were about to repeat yourself, just in case, when he shut you up with a kiss. S*cking your tongue into his own mouth, he bucked his hips harder against yours. You winced. It almost felt like his length had grown even thicker. Much thicker. You decided to stay still until he was done rutting.

If he doesn’t stop soon, I am going to be so sore… you thought, closing your eyes.

“Are you awake, ______?”

You raised your eyelids slightly, not sure if you wanted to look at him. Then William squeezed your hand. He was reclining on his side, eyes hawkish as he waited for a response. Uncurling, you drew yourself up and grimaced as an abnormal amount of fluid sopped out. The only time someone else’s juices had stickied your thighs was during intercrural.   

Why didn’t you pull out?

Raising your voice wasn’t possible at the moment. Your little love nest was beginning to feel unbearably warm. Still, you weren’t about to lower your blanket. To bear your body again to him. Maybe he would get dressed and leave without you. While William would have made a good husband, you wanted to convince yourself, you would rather become pregnant during peaceful times. And you told him so.

“I think I would need to use another spell for that. The seed I planted in you will definitely link us… heart-to-heart, however.” His chin tilted up and you felt some more s*men seep out before slithering back inside. “You see, ______, William would have just betrayed you.”

You tightened your core as the imposter reached over to rest his hand on your midriff. When had your covering fallen down? Who- or whatever had just f*cked you was going on about conception outside of wedlock and how anyone else who had you would have just used you…

“What sort of manner of incubus-?”

A nonchalant chuckle cut you off. Before you could avoid his touch, the false William touched your forehead and you were no longer in the tent but back out in the gelid woods. The duke’s son or his doppelgänger was with Snow White.

“By fairest bl**d it was done and only by fairest bl**d can it be undone. You were the only one who could break the spell and end my life, and the only one pure enough to save me… You don’t realize how lucky you are-”

“Stop.”

Your begging drove away the magical vision. This fiend had already taken care of your princess. You were kneeling, slouched, unable to move your gaze from your n*ked thighs. Nothing was coating them. It felt like something was gently roiling deep inside you and you prayed it was your imagination.

“I was going to wait until the rebellion had been annihilated,” Ravenna’s voice oozed into your ears. If you had ever thought of this situation on your own, your bl**d would have boiled. But it had actually happened. Was still happening. The storm in your womb had quieted down. To your surprise, you were starting to feel a bit amorous again… “But then Snow White kissed ‘William’ and, well-”

“You needed me,” you exhaled, parting your legs once more.

Note: Read on AO3 and Wattpad.