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can i please have a crack-shippy fic where everybody is in love with the wrong people.
OMG. OMG. THIS PERSON. THIS PERSON GETS IT. Fuck yes you may have your fic and all my money besides
Lumiereâs legs ache, but itâs a fantastic acheâthe ache of being out in summer, hiking through the woods, air on his face when for just a second there he thought heâd never have a face again. He breathes, deeply, almost too deeplyâand oh, his muscles hurt.
âYou might have thought not to wear heels,â teases Plumette, gently, just behind him.
âCherie, you yourself are wearing heels,â says Lumiere. She laughs and raises her skirts so he can see them. Truly scandalous! And oh so pretty. Their laughter can be heard through the forest as he chases her off the path.
Behind them by a few yards, Cogsworth sighs and raises his eyes to the heavens. Lovers in summer, eh? He cannot remember ever having been this way himself: annoying, grasping for physical attention, all flirt and kiss and nonsense, utter nonsense. He groans and puffs and leans against a tree.
âThey all do it, Mr. Cogsworth,â says Mrs. Potts, walking just behind him. âLet them have their fun. Summer was made for lovers such as them.â
âAnd normal people such as us?â says Cogsworth. âWhat of us? You have Mr. Potts, I haveâŚ..hmph, I have Clothilde. Summer should belong to us, too.â
Mrs. Potts smiles. Far down the pathâlagging far behind the older members of the partyâCadenza and Garderobe cling to each other, arm in arm, taking their time and hiking only in between the kisses and hugs. Cogsworth groans again and keeps on walking.
âMon ami! Cogsworth! Down here!â
The party follow the sound of Lumiereâs voice, off the beaten trail and down into a hollow. Cogsworth waves as he sees his friend and Plumette practically dancing in front of a fallen tree.
âDonât you see?â yells Plumette. âItâs a tree-house! Someone has made a home beneath the tree!â
Itâs true: the upturned roots of the tree form the roof of a home, a charming one strewed with blankets and baskets of herbs. Just outside the shelter stands a cauldron, bubbling over flame; this last intrigues Lumiere very much, who stands over it with a spoon.
âYou must come try this at once,â he insists. âMarjoram! I havenât tasted it in years. Ooh, and something else as wellââ He sips from the cauldron and concentrates. Plumette, beside him, laughs and eats as well.
âLumiere! We are trespassing, we cannot just help ourselves to someoneâs dinnerââ
âRelax, mon ami,â and Lumiere cuts Cogsworth off by forcing a spoonful to his lips. âWhen our enchanting host returns, we will share our picnic with him. The master will be along with it shortly, no? Cadenzaâyou are a man of tasteâtaste marjoram and see what you think.â
While the musicians smile and sup, Mrs. Potts feels an ache deep within her. This is no muscle spasmâthough she certainly had enough of those while hiking this deep into the woodsâno, this is unease. She looks into the hovel of the tree, and sees roses pinned against the roots, and an owl perched upon a chair; magic, she thinks, magic, and her stomach turns over.
âI had no idea!â Adam and Belle have found the rest of the party; Mrs. Potts turns and hurries toward her prince, who is wrestling with a large picnic basket. âIâve never been this far into the woods. Who do you think lives here?â
âYou mean you donât know?â Belleâs eyebrows raise. Sheâs intrigued by this hidden house in the wood, made from roots and bound with roses. âI figured you knew everything about your estate.â
âDarling, the only thing I know about the estate is that I love it and you. Whatâs that youâre eating, Lumiere?â
âMarjoram! And hearts-ease, I think. Most unusual. Never tasted it in a soup beforeâmaster, try it, truly dĂŠlicieuxââ
Adam eats while Belle looks at the hovel. Her eyes flit over it, turning it upside down, calculating out which story-book she knows it from.
This place is known to me, she thinks. Iâve never been here before, and neither has Adamâbut I know it, I know it.
Behind her, Mrs. Potts copies Adam and eats from the cauldron, a worried look on her face.
Rosesâand herbsâand a tree in the woodsâ âHold on,â calls Belle, âmy father told me about this. Isnât this where the Enchantress lives?â
Silence from her friends. And then a BANG.
Belle whips around in time to see the cauldron belching yellow smoke. There is a hiss of scentâherbs and magic and magic and herbsâand seven bodies hit the ground.
There. It had taken her a while, but Belle had managed. The first thing she had done was to get them away from the hovel; a little ways away now, they lay in a glen, the bodies of Adam and the staff pulled where she could get them. No one dead, thank goodness; but all unconscious, andâphew, thinks Belleâheavier than she would have guessed.
She takes a moment to admire her handiwork. Plumette, Cadenza, and Mrs. Potts all are safely stowed beneath a weeping willow, their heads supported by roots and veiled with branches. Madame de Garderobe she has managed to pull beside a log. Lumiere and Cogsworthâheavy, youâd think they were still made of metalâshe couldnât get very far, so they lay just beyond, side by side, not far from where they fell. Adam she props onto a stump beside herâand I cannot wait, thinks Belle, to tease him for the number of times Iâve had to carry his body through this wood.
It was disturbing to have them all unconscious, though. Oh well; sheâd done capablyâI always do capably, thinks Belleâand now she just had to wait for them to wake up.
Adam moans beside her, and Belle smiles and nudges him. âCome on, wake up, Adam,â she says. âI know youâre strong enough to.â
He moans again. Sissy, thinks Belle, heâs going to pretend he canât so Iâll help him. Just to tease, she escapes his groggy reach and saunters off toward the willow. Heâll follow me in a second, and then he can help me, and then we can decide what to do with Cadenza andâ
Oh.
When Belle propped the staff up against the willow moments ago, Plumette, Cadenza, and Mrs. Potts had all been quite unconscious. Not so now. Plumette still slept, butâand here Belleâs mind flipped over in her headâCadenza and Mrs. Potts were up and snogging.
âUhhâpardon me?â
Cadenzaâs hands are locked onto Mrs. Pottsâ face; that good ladyâs arms are thrown across his shoulders in the most casual, intimate way imaginable. There is definitely some tongue happening. Belleâs mind does a cartwheel and tries to find its bearings.
âUhâMrs. Potts? Maestro?â All right, all right, maybe they were having an affair all this time, somehow, that they kept concealed from everybody, including their spousesâŚspouses who they are both utterly devoted to and would never, ever stray from, yes, definitely, good going, Belle. âWhat are you doing?â
âJust a little tea and music,â coos Maestro Cadenza. Mrs. Potts gigglesâgigglesâand lodges her foot halfway up Cadenzaâs thigh. Belleâs ears burn and her eyes wish they could fall out of her head.
âOkay,â says Belle. âOkay. I am too clever for this. Did youâare youâI mean of course itâs none of my business butââ
âDarling,â say Adam, just behind her, and Belle breathes and whips around to see her love coming through the bower of the weeping willow branches.
âAdam! Thank goodness youâre here, Iââ But his eyes arenât looking at her, and he is walking right past her, and he is kneeling beside the slowly waking Plumette.
Okay. Okay then. He is just concerned about the maid. That is good and kind and very Adam-like. Belle follows him.
âMon amour,â breathes Plumette, staring up at Adam.
âOh, no, sorry, youâve got the wrong tall, overdressed white man,â says Belle. âLumiere will be along in just a moment, Iâm sureââ
âI have never beheld anything so beautiful as you,â says Adam, staring at Plumetteâs face. âHow could I have lived and not seen you?â
âMon amour,â says Plumette again, and uses Adamâs cravat to yank his lips to hers.
Oooookay. Belle needs to take a break. She exits the willowâMrs. Pottsâ giggle of âtea for two!â unfortunately not escaping her burning earsâand stands outside to take stock.
Adam, she thinks, would never, ever do this. Not my Adam, not ever, and slowly Belleâs faith picks itself back up and pushes her brain back to working. Mrs. Potts, Cadenzaâthey would never do that, either. And neither would Plumette. Magic, then: magic, clearly, to cause this madness.
She glances at the log where Garderobe isâthank goodness, she remain asleep. She glances at the meadow where she left Lumiere and Cogsworth. It sits empty.
She tracks their heavy footprints to the bank of a brook. The meadow dips down and she cannot see them, but she knows that they are there, together and alone.
Fearless, she thinks. Be fearless. And walks down to the bank.
âYou old fool!â flusters Cogsworth, yelling at Lumiere. âPoppycock, utter poppycock! Balderdash.â
âYou jester,â says Lumiere, âall talk and no action, as usual.â
âLumiere? Cogsworth? Everything all right? NothingâŚ.different?â
âSame old madness,â grumbles Cogsworth. âThis idiot thinks he can beat me in a competition!â
âMon beau,â says Lumiere, âyou know how competitive I get when the stakes are high.â
Thank goodness, theyâre just the same. Belle breathes in, out. In, out.
âYouâre not winning any kissing contest,â says Cogsworth, ânot on my watch.â
âYou are playing with so much fire,â says Lumiere, and leaps into a kiss.
Out, out, out, out. Belle cannot catch breath. The kiss keeps going.
Okay, Belle, youâre clever. Come on.
âGentlemen, uh? I can see youâre into this, but could we do this some other time?â
âOh, itâs not âwe,â youâre not invited,â says Cogsworth. âItâs just us.â
Lumiere, Belle sees, is the master of multitasking: he is somehow taking off Cogsworthâs coat for him while maintaining an exquisite French kiss. Incredible.
âOk, fine, keepâkeep doing that,â and Belleâs mind flinches back to the sight of Adam returning Plumetteâs kisses but no, no, âjustâumâI think there might have been something in what you ate. Lumiere, what were you saying was in that cauldron?â
Even in the most ecstatic passion Lumiere has a soft spot for food. âHearts-ease,â he says, his teeth half buried in Cogsworthâs cravat. âMost unusual. Never seen hearts-ease in cooking beforeââ
Cogsworth is a walking botany textbook even as he takes Lumiereâs shirt off. âMostly used for medicinal purposes, not culinary. âMehâ taste. Related to the pansyââ
âPansy? Those are in one of Adamâs favorite playsâHamlet,â says Belle. ââThereâs pansies, thatâs for thoughts.â Ophelia says it.â
Cogsworth does not respond. He is sidetracked by something distracting Lumiere is doing at his neck.
âEveryone is having such strange thoughts,â says Belle, âCadenza with Mrs. Potts, Plumette kissing my Adam. All these strange thoughts, if only I could have more ofâoh! SHAKESPEARE!â
âWhat on earth is she on about,â mumbles Cogsworth.
âIf I follow her chain of thought, mon petit choux, I believe Cadenza is kissing Beatrice, the Master is kissing Plumette, and Belle wishes to be kissing Monsieur Shakespeare.â
âThat does not explain why you are not currently kissing me.â
âGood point. At this rate, I am fit to lose the contest,â and Lumiere turns back to kissing.
Belle is talking out loud now. âOf course! Itâs in a A Midsummer Nightâs Dream. Shakespeare calls it âlove-in-idlenessâ there, but itâs the same flower, the same pansy! And in the play, it makes people fall in love with whoever they see first!â
âDo you remember what the first thing I saw once I turned human was?â murmurs Cogsworth.
âMe, obviously. Itâs always me. Amazing foreshadowing,â and Lumiere rolls back on top of the major domo.
âSo if there was hearts-ease in that cauldron, when it blew up in everyoneâs faces, everyone near it would be affected. And then I laid Cadenza by Mrs. Pottsâand Adam would have seen me but he saw Plumette firstâand then I laid you two blunderers aside over hereââ
âBrava! Brava! Brilliant reasoning,â says a beautiful voice just behind her, and Belle turns to see Madame de Garderobe, looking straight at her.
âMadame,â gulps Belle, and then itâs too late and sheâs being swallowed by a kiss.
Garderobeâs perfume is intoxicating, and Belle lingers for a moment. Wowza. Hot damn. If she can kiss like this all the time, Cadenza is a lucky man. Wait a minuteâ
Belle pulls away, trips over the men, regains her balance, gasping. âYou have a husband.â
âWe do not take monogamy so seriously in Italy,â says Garderobe.
This is insane. âYes! Just, um,â Belle skirts the embrace, âI need to gather some flowers.â
âUn mazzolino di fiori? For me? Cara, you are so sweet to think of me so!â
ââŚright. Why donât I go get some roses this way, and you go get some for me that way?â
âIt breaks my heart to leave you,â says Madame de Garderobe, and for a minute Belle can see why the courts of Europe threw diamonds and gems at this womanâs feet. But Garderobe turns away, and sets to picking flowers, and Belle sprints back to the Enchantressâs hovel.
Her hands fly through the bundles of roses and marjoram. Surely what she needs is in here somewhere. Please, oh please, let it not all have been in the cauldronâ
Agathe places small white blooms into Belleâs hands.
She has been so used to romance for the last hour that it takes her a moment to see that Agathe is not here to swear eternal devotion or fall at her feet or pull out her hair. Once she knows:
âWhat the hell are you doing with this stuff?â
âItâs for another story, later on,â says Agathe. âI did not think to see your party coming so close.â
âOh, trust me, itâs moved way beyond close and definitely into intimate,â says Belle.
âI will help them sleep,â says Agathe.
âDarn it,â says Belle, âI was really looking forward to knocking them all out with a saucepan.â
âLeave that for the hero of another story,â says the Enchantress, and waves her hands.
Belle lugs each person back to the glen, and takes out the small white blooms of hearts-ease to brush on each personâs eyes. Iâve always wanted to play Puck, she thinks, as she puts Plumette beside Lumiere, their faces almost touching. Shakespeare would be proud, Iâm solving this just as he did. She fetches out the portrait of Mr. Potts from Mrs. Pottsâ handbag, and sets it just before her face, so it will be the first thing she sees as she wakes with the hearts-ease on her eyes. The musicians she tucks together beneath the willow, and Cogsworth she leaves by himself, throwing water on his face and hoping the Enchantress will cover the rest. Adamâs head she gently, gently, rests in her lap. All is quiet as they sleep.
âIf we shadows have offended,â says Belle, and she thinks of lovers in midsummer, lovers in the forest and lovers in her dreams, and she strokes Adamâs hair and speaks from memory.
âIf we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended,That you have but slumberâd hereWhile these visions did appear.And this weak and idle theme,No more yielding but a dreamâŚ.Give me your hands, if we be friendsââ
âI hope we are a good deal more than friends,â says Adam, from her lap, and his blue eyes are bright upon her face. âAnd I hope thatâs not Midsummer youâre reciting from. You know I hate how unrealistic it is.â
âSays the man whose favorite play is about a Danish king terrified of live theatre,â says Belle.
âSays the woman who read it aloud and emphasized all the good parts,â says Adam, and reaches up to kiss her.
Around the glen, the others wake up. Garderobe and Cadenza kiss and touch, no memory remaining of the last hour of their lives; Mrs. Potts stretches, tsk-tsking at the grass stains on her dress. Lumiere and Plumette appear from around a tree, laughing, each orbiting the other, catching kisses. Cogsworth asks if anybody has seen his coat.
And I, thought Belle, restore amends.
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#5
I was thinking about foreshadowing in media and something that I believe Jonny Sims and Matt Mercer have both said, where if fans pick up on their twists theyâre proud and happy bc it means they were doing it right.
And then I was thinking about things like the MCU, where people guessed the twist so it was changed? I think? I dunno I stopped caring after Civil War.
And then thereâs my very favorite, where the twist takes you by surprise but if you go back and look there are so many hints that you didnât even know were hints. My absolute favorite example of this is The Queenâs Thief series by Megan Whalen Turner. Thereâs a twist in every book and sheâs such a clever writer that you donât see it coming but then you ask yourself how you could possibly have missed it when you go back to reread.
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I have some pretty strong thoughts about gender and sexuality in the Kryn Dynasty, and I'm sure this has all been said before, but I keep thinking about it.
Basically, that gender and sexuality don't matter. I mean, they do, to individuals, but to society as a whole? Nope. Because with the nature of consecution, there is no way of guaranteeing you and/or your partner will come back as the same race, let alone gender. So things like two women/two men/individuals of other genders being together? Isn't a concern, because it's about the soul, not the body.
And it's the same thing with gender. I'd imagine they'd have a distinction like "bodies with a womb/bodies without a womb" because of, like, menstruation and childbirth and stuff like that, the healthcare for the types of bodies are different, but that doesn't define if you're male or female or otherwise. Once again, it's about what the soul is, even for new souls. I just feel like body wouldn't equate with gender for those who are from the Dynasty.
I don't know if I expressed this all right, but I've been thinking about it a lot, especially because I've been reading fanfics where Essek is a trans man who doesn't experience dysphoria, and I think if he were trans in the Dynasty, he wouldn't, necessarily. Because he's not been raised in a society where body "equals" gender (I know it doesn't in any society, but I'm talking about societal norms and how people are viewed and transphobic assholes).
Anyway, that's my two cents on the issue.
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Iâm watching the original animated Beauty and the Beast, and Cogsworth is voiced by David Ogden Stiers, who played Charles Emerson Winchester on MASH.
So Iâm at a scene in the movie where Lumiere is being incredibly flirty, as he does, and Cogsworth is being grumpy about it, as he does, and anyway thatâs just Charles and Hawkeye.
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Iâm watching The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, the scene where they fight the Witch right after Aslan dies, and I wonder how much of the tactics employed were brought in from the Pevensies and their experience living in WWII. Like, Iâm watching the birds drop rocks on the Witchâs army and paralleling that with the Blitz bombings we see in the beginning of the movie. Itâs just interesting to wonder about.
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