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lunarity2013 · 5 years

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OC Details: Lucy Stone

So, I figured it was high time I told you guys about my Hogwarts Mystery OC! I got most of these questions on here from @thewasp1995 (Go check out his OC David, btw, it’s super detailed and so cool!) I really hope you guys enjoy!

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Name: Lucille Maria Stone

DOB: October 16, 1972 (turned 12 during her first year)

Parents: Candace and Sean Stone

Siblings: Nathan Samson Stone (oldest, 9-year age difference, Ravenclaw), Casey Andrew Stone (youngest, 6-year age difference, muggle)

Nationality: Irish

Ancestry: Muggleborn

House: Hufflepuff

Height: as of Year 4, she's 5'1". She doesn't get much taller until after graduation, stopping at about 5’3” by age 25

Eyes: large, round, dark brown

Hair: waist length, light brown, wavy

Sexuality: Demisexual, hetero-leaning

Likes: reading, writing, singing, helping others, cheering her friends on, card games, charms, astronomy, ancient runes, nifflers, cats

Dislikes: being the center of attention, hurting people, fighting, doctor’s offices, spiders, clowns, being betrayed, baking (she’s bad at it)

Friends: Rowan (best friend), Ben (best friend), Penny (surrogate sister), Charlie (competitive best friend), Bill (surrogate brother), Tonks (good friend), Barnaby (crush), Tulip (good friend), Andre (friend)

Enemies: Merula (formerly), Ismelda (thinks her constant threats are a big red flag), Rakepick (evil), Snape (his decision), Nathan (depending on the game's ending)

Neutral: Skye (she helps tutor her), Talbott (more Penny’s friend, but she enjoys seeing him), Merula (after finding Nathan), Liz (Barnaby and Charlie's good friend), Murphy (he's cool)

*Badeea, Jae, Diego, and others to be decided at a later date, after I actually meet them in-game*

Love Interest: Barnaby Lee

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Strengths/Weaknesses/Hobbies:

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What’s their personal philosophy? Do they even have one?

For much of the earlier portion of her life, Lucy’s motto would be “do unto others and you would have them do unto you”. Up until about the time Rakepick shows up, and Ben’s secret-keeping, and just the all-around mess that her life becomes when the Vaults come into question, this is what she lives by. After about Year 4? It shifts a bit, focusing her own values and energy towards protecting her loved ones and innocent people from those who would cause harm, and doing whatever necessary to stop them. And after finding Nathan, she begins to include him in the latter.

How do they feel about their status and reputation as the curse-breaker in the school?

Lucy was never one for the spotlight, even as a little kid. She was content for years to simply look up to her older brother in his successes, and then later to help her parents with her baby brother, showering him with love and attention. Actively searching for the Vaults, and subsequently breaking the curses within, was only part of her plan to try and find some closure as to her brother’s disappearance (something she has convinced herself he was merely a victim of and not an active participant, to save herself grief of her brother not being what she thought). She doesn’t like having so many eyes on her, especially for something she knows is dangerous and putting herself and her friends in harm’s way. But every time she tries to back out and leave it be, she gets dragged back in.

Did they get sorted into the Hogwarts House they expected to? Did the Sorting Hat have any problems sorting them? Or did it not even have to touch their head?

Before Nathan’s disappearance, she would have loved to consider herself lucky enough to be a witch, let alone be sorted into her brother’s house. After his disappearance, however, she had mixed feelings about the idea of sharing his crest and colors, and possibly having more eyes on her than before. Her values lined up differently than his, however, and the Sorting Hat gave her an out in the form of Hufflepuff house. She was still a little disappointed by being so far from her brother’s life there, but years later, she’d swear up and down that being put in the house of fairness, honesty, and loyalty is where she truly belonged.

What’s their personal style?

Lucy wears a lot of early Autumn colors, usually. Lots of oranges, yellows, browns, and olive greens are kind of signature to her style. She typically wears things that make her feel cute and kind of kid-like, so over-large sweaters with skirts or overall shorts and dresses with print tops (floral or stripes, typically). She usually pairs both with comfortable boots and long socks. She wears her hair down most of the time, except when actively exploring the Vaults and when studying for final exams.When it gets cold, she’ll sometimes “borrow” sweaters from her friends to stay warm (usually Bill and Barnaby).

What are their coping strategies for dealing with everything (the Vaults, Jacob, etc.), if they have any?

Lucy has terrible coping mechanisms for her problems, unfortunately. She convinced herself early on that her brother had probably been killed by the Cursed Vaults while trying to help protect others from the curses, and is thus even more broken up when she eventually does find him and sees what kind of person he’s really become. She tries at the start of every year to ignore the signs of another Vault opening, just trying to live a normal, Hogwarts-student life, only to be dragged into it when people have already been attacked or hurt. After the incident with the dragon and Rakepick, she tries to close herself off, thinking it’s because they’re so close to her that her friends keep getting hurt. It doesn’t work, and her friends end up finding her and hugging her as she cries about everything that seems to go wrong with her life.

What electives do they take throughout their time at Hogwarts?

If she could, she would take every class available because it was so hard to choose just a few! In the end, however, she settled on Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, and Ancient Runes, because Alchemy was only for 7th years, and Arithmancy was “just magic math”. Muggle Studies was almost chosen instead of Divination, but Luc decided she wanted something a little more challenging. (She didn’t realize her patience was what would be tested lol).

Are they in any clubs or extracurricular activities? What about Quidditch?

It’s really hard to find time to do extracurriculars when you’re trying to protect people from being frozen in ice blocks or sleep-walking into an acromantula nest. She did join the Frog Choir after third year, though unfortunately drops out between 5th-6th year to focus on her studies (and the Vaults). She occasionally goes to the music club, though is not an official member. Unfortunately, Lucy may be a decent flyer, but isn’t quite cut out for Quidditch. Besides, she’d rather be in the stands (huddled and warm) while watching her friends play instead. Sometimes she’ll help Madame Pomfrey with healing students in the Hospital Wing, but the smell of the potions and medicines reminds her of the doctor’s office, so she wouldn’t ever do it for a living.

How studious are they? What kind of studying strategies do they use? Do they have any study groups with their friends?

Lucy is a stickler for good note-taking, bringing a bunch of spiral notebooks and colored gel pens and highlighters with her every year to take “proper” notes to share with her friends during their weekly study sessions. She and Rowan usually lead for most classes, though Penny takes charge for Potions, Ben (and Rowan and Bill, sometimes) lead for Charms, and Charlie and Barnaby for Care of Magical Creatures. Lucy, Rowan, and Bill sometimes help some of the younger students set up study groups as well, and often let the younger Weasley siblings and Cedric join their sessions, too. Liz doesn’t always study with them, but will when she needs to, Tulip and Tonks only show up when forced or bribed, and Skye was wrangled into coming once, but got everyone off task getting into a trash-talk showdown with Andre over the Gryffindor v. Ravenclaw game the following day; everyone else either has a different group to study with or refuses to do so entirely.

How willing are they when it comes to breaking school rules?

Lucy hates getting in trouble, since it’s being put under a spotlight in a more negative context for her. The first three years of school, she tries whatever she can to avoid breaking the rules when possible. After the Fear Vault is closed, however, she starts loosening up a little bit. She still doesn’t like to break the rules, but she’ll do it with less coercing, and gets even sneakier to get away with it.

Do they hang out with any of their friends over breaks? If so, which one(s) and what do they do?

Living all the way out in Ireland, just outside of Dublin, it’s a bit harder to get to visit her friends before she heads into London for her school shopping at the end of summer holiday. Charlie and Bill make use of the fireplace to invite her over for dinner a few times during the break, flooing her there and back without much hassle. She makes time to spend with Rowan specifically during the summer, inviting her over to spend a week or so every year, and Rowan inviting her for the same amount at her house right after. She gets an owl (a cooky brown owl that her little brother named Bernard) for her family to send her mail during the year, and uses him herself to keep in touch with the rest of her friends until September rolls around again.

After they graduate, do they fall off the map and keep a low profile? Or do they continue to exist in the public eye?

After deciding very early on that she didn’t much care for being the center of attention, once she had the opportunity to fade into obscurity, she took it. She eventually married Barnaby and moved with him to Romania, where he and Charlie work together with dragons. Lucy decides a little later on to document some of her childhood, but feeling awkward about writing her own life story down, changes the names and some of the details to instead create a fictional book series for kids. It later gets published under a pseudonym and achieves moderate success in both the muggle and magical worlds.

How does their career path differ from what they thought they’d be doing? Or does it differ at all?

It took Lucy her entire life to figure out what she wanted to do. At Hogwarts, when asked what career path she wanted to pursue, she was so shocked that she asked if she could “just go back to bed”. She decided to take whatever classes could be most broadly considered for a number of professions, and even then wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to do once she left Hogwarts. She decided to handle her personal life first, cheering her friends on as they found their paths, and then going with Barnaby so he could achieve his dream. It was only later, after beginning to just write things down, that she realized how much she enjoyed doing it.

Do they have any hobbies? What about any talents or aptitudes?

She loves taking some time to just goof off with her friends, playing Gobstones or getting some Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. She’ll spend some gloomy weekends curled up in a big armchair in the library, quietly reading to herself (and later, helping Barnaby with his dyslexia). She’s also a major card shark, winning almost every muggle card game she’s ever played and often tricking her friends into playing with her and losing anything from candy to wizard cards to even money, on occasion. She’s particularly good in Charms class, as well as Astronomy and Ancient Runes.

Do they have any favorite spells?

She likes spells that can used to help others, like Episkey or Protego. She has a certain fondness for Expecto Patronum, of course. She also likes using Lumos, to light up her bed behind the curtains after a bad nightmare.

What’s one thing they did or thought as a child that they later look back and cringe about?

Long after she and Barnaby finally get together, they both end up hearing about the bets their friends placed on their relationship and how lovesick they apparently acted before asking each other out. Tonks and Tulip will sometimes act out their mutual pining at lunch or at the Three Broomsticks, leaving both of them flustered and cringing over just how insufferable they must've been before they realized their feelings were returned. If she could go back and do it over, she might almost be tempted to have just kissed Barnaby at the Celestial Ball and avoided the whole mess. Almost.

If they could travel anywhere at all in the world—money, time, and language not being an issue—where would they go and who would they take with them?

It's a tough choice between some very good options, travelling to historical landmarks across the globe with Rowan, getting tasty food in Paris with Penny, or taking her family for a nice, normal vacation to Disney in the States. But eventually, she'd probably decide on travelling the world looking for various beasts and creatures with Barnaby, and writing about their adventures.

If they’re an Animagus, how easy was becoming one for them? Were they happy with their Animagus form? Or did they want it to be something different?

Lucy studied up on being an animagus with Talbott while at Hogwarts, but couldn't bring herself to actually become one until after graduation. She remains an unregistered sparrow animagus even after Voldemort is finally defeated. She would've liked to be maybe some kind of cat, but can't deny that being so small and being able to fly are some great advantages when the second war rolls around.

Do they like what they see in the mirror?

Had it not been for her magical abilities making themselves known as she grew up, she might've gone through all of primary school unnoticed. As it was, kids often ostracized and ridiculed her for being weird and different until she finally went to Hogwarts. Between that and the guilt she carries for everyone that gets hurt by the Vaults, it takes her a very long time to come to terms with herself and her self-worth.

How good are they at taking compliments?

Lucy is pretty decent at taking compliments, so long as it's not a bunch all at one time; she gets anxious when too many people try and talk to her at once. When Barnaby compliments her, though, she gets flustered and stumbles over her words while blushing really bright, almost blocking out her freckles.

How much do they trust their friends?

Lucy trusts those she keeps close to an almost impossible degree. It can sometimes lead her to trouble, such as leaving her vulnerable to pranks by Tonks or Tulip.

Are they pretty self-reliant? Or do they like to go to their friends for help?

At first, she's much more willing to do things as a group, having her friends' backs as much as they have hers. Later on, however, she begins closing herself off, trying to take on everything herself to avoid her friends getting hurt because of her. It doesn't last very long, however, as they all work better as a team.

Who is their favorite Weasley? Or can they not choose?

Ginny and Ron are just too cute, from what little she's seen of them. Bill is like another older brother, and she loves him dearly. She and Charlie are great friends, but anything and everything becomes a competition with them, starting with a "who knows more about dragons" contest that she actually won in their 2nd year. They could almost have been considered rivals up until later on in Year 4. Percy is alright, she Guesses, but even she thinks he needs to loosen up a bit. And she spends most of her time trying to just keep the twins separated from Tonks and Tulip, if only to avoid the Apocalypse.

What’s the thing they like least about themselves?

She's a little stuffy about rules, she worries too much, her actions and choices keep putting people in danger, and FFS, she faced a DRAGON and still can't kill one measly little spider??

What’s the thing they like most about themselves?

She cares about her friends and family, she would never go out of her way to betray them or to hurt others. She takes pride in the lives she's helped and saved.

How bad is their temper? Do they tend to lash out at others or themselves?

Her temper only gets really out of hand when someone she cares about gets hurt. She can usually handle someone hurting her with nothing more than a few years, but attack the people she cares about? That'll be the last thing you ever do.

What’s their biggest regret in life, if they have any?

She blames herself for far too many things. She wishes Ben hadn't been hurt and controlled by Rakepick, she thinks she could've done more to help and support him. She feels like if she had been more observant as a kid, she might've seen something going on with Nathan and could've stopped his disappearance. She's terrified about how the two of them being so involved in the Cursed Vaults with effect Casey as he grows up, and if he'll end up inheriting their legacy or not, if it might get him killed.

What kind of first impression do they tend to leave on others?

Lucy is sweet, doe-eyed, and a little naïve. A pretty face, very smart, but very open and trusting. Would apologize to you if you poured soup into her lap. Most would either want to protect the sweet, innocent child or absolutely take advantage of her trusting and kind nature.

What is the achievement they’re most proud of?

She once managed to eat an entire tin of her mom's homemade butter cookies without vomiting (her mom isn't a very good cook, and definitely can't bake). But now she's expected to eat at least some every time her mom bakes them when she's home. (Just another advantage to being away at a boarding school most of the year).

Do they like having photos taken of themselves?

She's a little camera shy, depending on who she's with; any groups larger than maybe 5 and she'll try to duck around and take the picture herself instead. But small groups, she can handle it. And she'll take any photo with Tonks, so long as she changes something about her appearance to take the main attention off of her.

What’s one big way that your MC differs from the in-game canon?

Lucy does not like searching for the Vaults. She would have been content with maybe a few of his journals and an official, personal explanation from Dumbledore. Sh didn't need this. She doesn't want to be the one fixing this, but apparently no one else knows how or cares to try, so she feels responsible. She's also not in the same house as her brother.

If they’re an Animagus, why did you choose the form for them that you did?

Lucy becomes an animagus much later than in canon. She becomes one right before the 2nd war, in order to evade detection. She becomes a little sparrow bird, small and common enough to escape notice. I chose it because of its relation to the second Fable game, whose protagonist is named "Sparrow".

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So, I hope ya’ll enjoyed! Let me know if any of you have any more questions!

(Edit: I am so sorry about the picture formatting, I know its hideous, but I have somehow lost the ability to use my mobile app to fix it (no fucking signal, my ass) but I promise I will try again tomorrow, when I am far away from the lack of signal at my house.)

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quatschmachen · 5 years

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Driftwood

The 2020 arc continues!

Continuation of Sparks Masterpost

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This was a two- step he didn’t know the tune to. Maybe more like a three and a half step, with him acting as the ringleader with two idiots who didn’t know their ass from their tail. It was a situation, granted, which he had created, but he hadn’t accounted for feeling like the third wheel of a chuckwagon.

He was glad for the darkling sky and the warm light of the fire, which gave him some space to let his face rest in the shifting shadows. If there was some level of hell where you slept with the people you were confused on how the hell to act and be with, with no escape at all, he certainly seemed to have invented it. He had purposely sat to the side, using Mac and Caroline as a love-strewn buffer to give himself some breathing space.

He had not at all thought that the two men he had been trying to get to “kiss and make up,” who had literally been moving like glaciers, would suddenly meet global warming and melt down into the spring. What the hell? He honestly thought all they would do was talk and decide to stop avoiding each other or hug it out. Fucking on top of the mountain had not been it.

On one level he appreciated that Edward took him seriously enough to disclose the necessary information, that there was no sneaking around or having affairs. Still he felt a little uneasy, there was a part of him that felt like he should be acting in a jealous possessive manner… and the fact that he wasn’t made him confused. Yes, he knew he had worked on that aspect of himself, and he had known Edward long enough that if he had never made up with Étienne he would be on some level sad for eternity, and he knew logically he could trust the other man, but but but.

But what about me? The small doubtful voice seemed to whisper. It was the one he tried to ignore, managed to put a lid on. Ignore and walk away. Keep corralled up in the farthest field of his brain.

Sipping on his lukewarm beer, he looked over to Edward and Étienne, who were sitting close together, but not too close, both conscious enough not to act like lovers quite yet. The conversation had turned to one of Mac’s tall tales. It was one of those tales where he seemed to have merged something from Ben’s never-ending vault with some original content, and managed to make it hilarious and unbelievable. There was no way that Mac had been out wrestling bears, but the details were entertaining.

Maybe the best resolution was to get drunk enough to pass out in the tent, so he could be oblivious to what decisions had to be made, he thought. Standing up, he walked over to the RV to grab another beer and was surprised when Caroline followed him.

“Did you need another beer?” he asked her as he unlocked the door.

“No,” she paused letting him root around in the cooler. He could tell she wanted to say something, and he took slightly longer than necessary, not really feeling up to a heart-to-heart conversation.

Behind them the others were laughing hard about something Mac had said, and as he pulled out his beer and shut the door, he looked towards his sister, who was backlit from the fire. He couldn’t read her face, and nearly jumped when she gently placed her hand on his upper arm.

“Honey, are you doing ok?”

“Yeah?”

The grip tightened.

“Mostly?”

“You seem sort of off, I know you don’t really want to cause a big scene, but I just wanted to check in.”

Calvin forced his face into a smile, “Shoot sis, I can’t be Las Vegas lights twenty-four seven, y’know.”

Rolling her eyes, Caroline huffed, “Usually while camping you’re snuggled up to Edward! But you’re not even sitting on the same log!”

“Thought I’d let him sit with his - - friend.” Calvin shrugged, “I get him most of the time, figured maybe he wanted some Étienne time or something.”

“I don’t know why, but I’m not buying it.”

“Caroline,” Calvin sighed, knowing that she was like a terrier when it came to these issues, and that she would not back off unless he gave her something. Glancing towards the group, his heart tightening as he saw Edward and Étienne’s heads bent together in some sort of private conspiracy, he decided to carefully plod out a half truth of sorts. “I’m just being a little insecure about Edward’s friendship with Étienne… they go way back, and I just sometimes forget Edward has a whole life outside of me…” The half truth was actually a truth. Probably for the better, he thought as his sister relaxed her grip.

Giving him a pat, she smiled, “If he breaks your heart, I know ways to make him pay.”

Calvin laughed, “Caro, it’s not that serious – anyway ain’t I supposed to be the one issuing threats with your big lug over there?”

Snorting, Caroline shook her hair out, “Please, Mac may not be book smart, but he ain’t an idiot. He’s smart where it counts… plus do you really see him breaking my heart?”

“No… most likely it would be you breaking his heart and him camping out in my basement crying into every alcohol and junk food imaginable.”

“That’s the ticket!”

“Caro! Can you gets us the guitar?”

“Sure thing, Piggy!”

Heading back to his spot, Calvin was surprised when Edward got up and disappeared. Looking over to Étienne, who was also looking over in Edward’s direction with slight amusement, he wondered what the hell was up.

As Mac settled in with the guitar, Edward appeared with his fiddle. He handed off a set of spoons to Étienne, and then spent a moment tuning.

“Any requests?”

“How about Old Town Road?” Calvin joked.

Giving him a steady look, Edward raised an eyebrow and looked over to Mac, “Sure?”

Not realizing that Edward would actually take him up on it, Calvin was entertained when after a few tentative strains, Edward actually managed to get it, with Mac in the background playing, and finally, after a few bars, Étienne joining in on the spoons. Calvin begun to sing, taking up the challenge Edward was throwing down to him, as he slapped his thigh to keep rhythm, and before he knew it with Caroline on the harmonica, they had moved onto other songs, the mood mellowing between them.

Edward continued to subtly challenge him, choosing songs to play that he knew would purposely provoke him, a slow tease in music, enough to make his heart race. Edward also would change the rhythm, his eyes locking onto Calvin’s as with a smirk he did a slight arpeggio, attempting to throw Calvin’s singing off. However, Calvin kept up, counter balancing Edward’s playing as he knew the songs well enough to not just sing them straight. Despite the flirtatious playing, Mac, Caroline and Étienne managed to keep the rhythm, their sound gelling together. He barely noticed as the evening grew cooler, the heat from the fire dying down as he sang along to the songs, their voices joining in various levels of harmony – not production worthy, but good enough.

As he struck the last note, Edward lowered his bow, making a face, which Calvin knew meant “fingers cramping” and that he would end up being the one to rub his hands. His stomach twisted as Edward glanced at Étienne, and he worried that he had miscalculated. Was that going to be Étienne’s job now too? His stomach unclenched as Edward crossed the short distance between them and sat on the log next to him. Carefully he set the fiddle and bow down, and then held out his hands expectantly in front of him. Wordlessly, Calvin took one of the hands and began to massage it.

“God, I haven’t played that long in a while,” Edward lightly complained, “I would have continued on, but the quiet time is 11… and I realized its 11:30.”

Calvin’s massage had moved up Edward’s arm to his shoulder where he knew the greatest strain tended to be. Edward relaxed into his touch with a happy sigh.

“Geezus dat late already, Chucky boy?” Mac stood up, stretching as the guitar lay strung across him. “Guess it’s time for me and Caro to hit the hay. Lotsta see tomorrow.”

As Caroline and Mac drifted over to the RV, Calvin worked on Edward’s other hand.

“Shoot I gotta pop the fiddle into the truck while I still can,” Edward muttered as he pulled away from Calvin. “Then I guess washroom and bed, eh?”

“Euh… yeah sure.”

Watching Edward jog over, Calvin cast a sidelong glance over to Étienne who was decidedly not looking happy. The fire was dying out, and realizing it was best to fully kill it, Calvin pitched the water bucket onto it, the coals hissing in displeasure.

Except it wasn’t the coals hissing, he quickly realized, but Étienne hissing. His eyes were still adjusting to the dark, but he could make out the huddled form of the other man clutching at his arms.

“Hey, are you ok?” he asked setting down the bucket and carefully stepping toward the other man.

“No!” Étienne stood up, looking around frantically, “Where are our clothes again? I’m fucking freezing.”

“Oh! Yeah, let’s go to the washrooms and get ready for bed.”

“I mean I need clothes now,” Étienne seriously replied, “What temperature is it? Minus ten?”

“No,” Calvin replied amused, “More like eight.”

“Eight?! In August-” Étienne paused, then let out a breath, “I think I mentally blocked this part of your province from my mind for my own sanity.”

“Blocked?”

Étienne had subtly moved closer to Calvin, his body brushing against the other man’s no doubt in an attempt to acquire more body heat.

“Crunchy grass in August,” Étienne muttered the words out as if they were an ancient Latin curse meant to summon a demon from the seventh tier of hell.

“C-crunchy grass?” They had reached the tent where their stuff was, and Calvin unzipped it, grabbing the toiletry bag. “Did you wanna change in the tent or in the washroom? Are you uh – gonna shower?”

“There is no way in hell that I am going to shower, that’ll make me feel even more cold.” Étienne grumbled, “I’ll change in the tent. Is my toothbrush with your stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait for me.” Étienne climbed into the tent and zipped up the door. There was rustling, and some cursing.

“Cal…”

Calvin jumped slightly as he realized that Edward had caught up to him.

“Why are you staring at the tent? And – why is it cursing?”

“Étienne’s changing,” Calvin explained, his free hand instinctively moving over to gently rub Edward’s shoulder.

“Isn’t he showering?”

“He said something about crunchy grass? I guess not?”

“Hmmm, well I need a shower at least… why are we waiting?”

“He asked me to wait.”

“…When I ask you to wait you just tell me it’s going to be a race.” Edward lightly accused.

“It works, doesn’t it?”

“If your thumb wasn’t feeling so good in my shoulder I would punch you,” Edward sighed.

Their attention was brought to the tent as the door unzipped, and Étienne tumbled out wrapped in thick sweatpants and a long sweater. “Changing in the dark is terrible.” He grumbled. “Let’s hurry up so I can get warm.”

“Yeah but let’s get our clothes to change,” Edward responded as he dove into the tent, knowing exactly where he had packed his and Calvin’s pajamas. Popping out in under two minutes, he zipped the tent back up triumphantly, the clothing and wash bag tucked under his arm.

Étienne’s pace was brisk, with Calvin easily keeping stride. Edward was half a step behind as they went to the communal washroom. The caged lights were covered with the struggling bodies of moths trying to touch the burning bright, the bugs swarming around the brilliance, not paying attention to the trio of men pushing through into the washroom.

The brilliant fluorescent lights blinded them momentarily as they opened the door, the smell of disinfectant, plastic and that forever camping washroom smell that permeated every variation.

Mac was zipping up his toiletry bag and nodded to them as the set up shop at the sink. “G’night guys, see you tomorrow, hey?”

“Yeah, goodnight Mac,” Edward replied, as the other two simply chorused a goodnight.

Calvin efficiently handed out toothbrushes, along with the toothpaste. Tiredly, in almost a sleepy synchronicity, they scrubbed. The bright light blanched their reflections in the mirror, and as they spat in the sink and completed their ablutions, it was almost… comfortable.

Washing their faces and putting the toiletries away, Calvin took his stuff from Edward and disappeared into the change room. The floor was still damp from someone else’s shower, and he eyed the curtain wondering if it was one of those pay showers – the one where it’s like a dollar a minute and which only spouted cold water. Undressing, he stepped into the shower and let out a sigh of happiness as he realized it was not pay. He heard Edward in the next stall over turn on the shower, he did the same and let out a small yelp as ice cold water hit him. He felt unmoored by everything and half of him wished he had been bold enough to ask Edward into the shower with him. Too shy with Étienne sitting right out there waiting for them, making sounds of impatience – sounds as if he was about to freeze to death while waiting. Plus, every word said would echo in the shower, this was not the best place for intimacy. Unwillingly his mind remembered Edward’s tease about fucking Étienne in the shower, and he frowned wondering how the logistics of that would work out, before he quickly decided he probably should not be mentally visualizing this. It was a situation he was not invited to.

On the river with the fresh turmoil of spring, when he took those long walks with Edward through the freshly budding canopy, he remembered watching the broken logs float upon the silty brown waters. He had wondered aloud to Edward at the size of a particular log, the limbs broken and smoothed down from its tumultuous journey, and Edward responded most likely it had come from the mountains. The journey down incline across prairie to appear at that moment before them, a journey that would continue until inevitably the log would wash up somewhere. A somewhere where it could be in someone’s way, or perhaps come to rest and rot gently in piece or perhaps become the home to someone or something. Endless possibilities, but whatever happened to the log it was away from its place of birth.

He had read an article about how trees had feelings and built networks to support each other, where trees would keep the stump of a dead friend alive by feeding it nutrients. It was one of those internet articles which you read and contemplate, not truly believing the claims, but which stuck in the back of the mind, emerging now and then in a pleasant haunting. Torn away from networks and home, he half wondered if the wooden carcass would have a memory of life, or if it had been so leeched of whatever plant sentience it had that as its body bobbed down the river, there was no need to mourn.

At the moment Calvin felt like that log, torn up by the roots by forces outside of his control and bobbing along to an unknown destination.

The soap got into his eye and he blamed that for the stinging sensation, it was simply that and nothing else. He just wanted some goddam alone time with Edward to really process, to really connect, but at the moment for the upcoming few days that was unlikely to happen unless he… kidnapped his boyfriend or something. Turning his face up into the water he let it run down his face and chest, working to numb the turmoil in his chest.

What’s done is done, he thought as he turned the water off, the horse has left the barn and is literally in a different province at this point.

Goosebumps spread across his skin as he toweled himself off, feeling clean but cold as hell.

Perhaps Étienne had been right to not shower before bed, he thought as he finished changing. Carefully folding his clothes up, he ran his fingers through his damp hair and gave himself a tiny pep talk. It was going to be fine. Everyone was going to sleep and Étienne would kindly not snore.

Exiting the stall, he looked over to Edward who was leaning against the sink, talking to Étienne. Edward’s hair was slicked, and he was wearing his old thick Oilers hoody and matching sweatpants. Étienne was pouting as he was touching Edward’s damp hair in disapproval.

Edward looked over to Calvin, and grinned, “Took forever, didn’t ya?”

“Aw fuck off,” Calvin grumbled as he walked towards them.

Lightly punching him in the arm, Edward said “Manners, McCall.”

“Manners, McCall,” Calvin imitated, earning himself another punch – which he dodged as he nimbly pushed through the door into the dark night.

Edward gave chase and gave a whoop as he reached Calvin and grabbed his arm, forcefully linking them. “Why you being a little shithead?” He let out a small groan and rubbed his lower back, “Running is a regret.”

Hearing Étienne behind them, Calvin simply tilted his head and raised one eyebrow.

“You guys nearly forgot your toiletry bag!” Étienne huffed as he caught up.

“Hmm? I just knew you would get it, sweetie,” Edward responded as he reached out with his free arm and grabbed Étienne’s hand.

Étienne’s mouth opened once, twice, as he attempted to find words, caught the eye of Calvin, and shut his mouth deciding not to respond.

As they reached the tent, there was a momentary pause, and then Edward suggested, “I sleep in the middle?”

There was agreement, and as they climbed in Edward snuggled up into the middle, as Calvin plopped on his right side and Étienne on the left. The air mattress wheezed slightly as they settled in.

Giving Edward a kiss, Calvin closed his eyes, willing sleep to take him. He heard Étienne give Edward a goodnight kiss, his stomach feeling a little odd about that, his emotions still not quite stabilized.

He was drifting off when there was movement on the other side, and then a whimper.

God they weren’t, were they? He thought, his eyes popping open in annoyance.

“Eddy…” came the soft whine.

Edward sighed. “Mmm?”

“I’m… cold.”

Calvin could sense Edward turning to look at him, so he immediately shut his eyes and pretended to sleep, curious as to how this would play out.

“Cold cold?”

“My ass is cold, there’s like a breeze.” Étienne’s voice was one reminiscent of a small child.

“Hmmm, I suppose we should move you to the middle… Cal?”

Calvin simply grunted.

“I’ll take that as approval then.” He felt Edward give him a small kiss on the cheek, and then a gap in warmth, and shuffling, until he felt Étienne beside him, snuggled up tight in the middle.

“Is that better, Teddy?” Edward murmured.

The only response was the even breathing of the other man.

Calvin’s false sleep was disturbed as he was unable to contain his question, “Wait, did you just call him Teddy?”

Edward snorted, “Mmm yeah.”

“How many nicknames do y’all have for each other?”

Étienne sighed, and turned away.

“Uh – I dunno like at least five,” Edward responded.

Calvin was quiet for a moment contemplating, “So like can I call you two my two teddies?”

Étienne groaned in response, as Edward snorted. “Calvin and the Teddies sounds like a band.”

“Teddy One wants y’all to shut up and move in closer so I don’t freeze to death,” Étienne grumbled.

“How are you still cold?” Calvin asked as he shifted so that instead of laying beside Étienne he was more snuggled up.

“Don’t try to divine that answer, Cal,” Edward responded, “Étienne’s body works in mysterious ways. Fairly certain he is part cryptid.”

“Only part?” Étienne cheekily responded, which had them giggle.

“Honestly if I were a cryptid I would probably be a Sasquatch,” Edward confessed, “Live in the mountains all the time and not have anyone bug me.”

“I’d be Mothman,” Calvin added in.

“Why Mothman?”

“He’s so cool!”

Étienne snorted, “Please Calvin, wouldn’t you be a centaur.”

“Uh Étienne, I don’t think you quite understand what a cryptid is.”

“Is there a horse one? Cuz that’ll be you.”

Calvin hummed as he tried to think of one, “I don’t think so.”

“I swear I just read an internet post about one last week,” Edward murmured. After giving a frustrated sound, he then added, “But fuck me, can’t remember it.”

“Well he’s that one you can’t remember.” Étienne decided.

“So cryptid, doesn’t even have a name,” Calvin joked.

He was silent a moment, and then, began to hum.

Edward growled. “Calvin Brisebois McCall I swear to god-”

“Mothman! You’re a moth and a man,” Calvin began to sing aloud to the YMCA theme. Beside him Étienne made a sound of surprised laughter, while Edward wriggled so he could glare at him better.

“I swear if you’re going to continue –”

“I said Mothman! You’re a man who’s a moth-”

There was an eruption of action as Edward lunged across Étienne to attempt to strangle Calvin. It resulted in all their limbs tangling, with Edward laying half across a rather squished Étienne, Calvin working to wiggle out of the grasping hands as he continued to sing. However, Edward’s actions were hampered somewhat by Étienne, who was holding back one of his arms, as he began to hum the tune in harmony with Calvin’s singing.

“Boucles!! How could you betray me-” Edward exclaimed as the two men began to chant “M-O-T-H”

They continued to chant M-O-T-H until Edward, his struggles long turned into gasped laughter, gave in and began to mumble the lyrics to this stupid song Calvin was singing. Étienne didn’t know all the lyrics, supporting vocals, and then got inventive by creating verses which hadn’t even existed.

“Mothman! He swam the sea of Japan!” Étienne sang, Calvin cracking up beside him.

He then sang a different verse in French, barely able to get through it due to laughing at how funny he was, and then at the end mumbled to Calvin “I know you didn’t understand but it’s much funnier in the original language.”

To which Calvin responded “I got some of it-”

And Edward deadpan responded, “I know French and it wasn’t that good.” Which earned him an elbow in the side.

“Come on Neddy show me if you can do better,” Étienne challenged.

Huffing, Edward finally joined in making up some ridiculous lyrics, “Mothman! Annoying as you can-“

“Edward that doesn’t even make sense!” Calvin interjected.

“I just – let me finish!”

This went on for some time as each tried to top the other with more and more ridiculous lyrics, until finally, in what felt like an eternity, with Edward nestled on Étienne’s chest, the singing wound down.

They would be silent, until someone would start whispering some of the lyrics, and they would giggle, or join in. Edward made to shift off of Étienne, only to be trapped there by an arm firmly wrapped around his waist.

They all laughed slightly, and then let the silence of the night surround them. It was that mountain silence, where the wind rustled in the trees and you hear the night creatures scurrying. The type of sound where the crunch in the distance could either be a bear or someone heading to the washroom. The calming sounds as Calvin found himself gently lulled to sleep, his worries slipping away, as he felt Étienne shift next to him, his body warm. He half wished he was next to Edward, not entirely sure as to the boundaries of touch with this other man, and he nearly let out a small scream when he felt a hand ruffle his hair. Managing to keep it in he turned into the touch and realized it was in fact Edward.

With a sigh he peered in the gloomy darkness across Étienne to see Edward looking over at him with a sleepy smile, and his heart began to beat in rhythm again. That warm rhythm that seeped down into his stomach and down into his toes. Tilting his face enough he gave Edward’s wrist a small kiss in response, as his view then became obscured by a mass of curly hair as Étienne shifted once again, breaking their connected touch.

#quatschfic #2020 #pc: calgary #pc: edmonton #pc: montreal #pc: ft mac #pc: fort mcmurray #pc: bowness

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chiibinomonodamon · 6 years

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My Top 10 Shoujo/Josei Ships

Let’s address the elephant in the room. Yes, they are problematic which is why they rank last. No doubt. But like, they’re ten and children make mistakes. Especially children who are as unfortunate as Natsume. Natsume himself is probably the most offensive one in this list. But I just...really have a soft spot for brooding bad boys who secretly want to be saved by the cheerful nice girl and that’s not going to go away ANY time soon. I grew really fond of these two as the series went on. I just did.

Man, these two used to be a lot higher when I was younger (like the same age as them lol) KKJ was the first true cosplay I ever did! So...um, not so much in the anime (although he’s not totally innocent but he is better). Chiaki has...issues. Lol. To say he’s insecure...is probably an understatement. But when you look at his upbringing, it’s really no surprise. Maron is the only person he truly seems to care about so he’s going to cling and be needy. But she knows how to handle him. She’s always in control (not in a bad way) but in a way that’s good for both of them. I love how mature she is. He will learn from her....if he hasn’t already. Okay, they’re married with a baby so I would think adult!Chiaki has gotten over what made the teenage ship problematic. Besides, they totally have God’s approval; what more do you need? XD

*laughs* Who here watched this for the episodic Phantom Thief plots?

*crickets chirp*

OF COURSE YOU F*CKING DIDN’T.

Ya all watched it hoping for these two....RIDICULOUS TSUNDERE...GOOBERS TO TURN AROUND ONE DAY AND CONFESS HOW MUCH THEY DREAM OF GETTING MARRIED TO EACH OTHER...

MeimixAsuka is the absolute classic “love-hate/ slap slap kiss” ship DONE RIGHT. Which is great because so many are done very very wrong (and I can think of quite a few in, ironically non-Japanese media...aimed at children...that can honest to God, be interpreted as downright abusive. *coughiCarlycough*

But not these two. They are so f*cking innocent. Delightfully innocent. Like, their most offensive action is to call each other “idiot”. But God forbid anybody ELSE do that...oh no, if you dare bad-mouth one in front of the other, he/she gets so mad. And that’s like the cutest shit ever.

OH HEY. IT’S THE ONE BL SHIP I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT!! Um...well, these two are great. I thought they were great in college when I went through my fujoshi stage (ugh) BUT I STILL think they’re great NOW. This is the anime version of The Odd Couple. With more gay. xD These two are sweet as chocolate. Their interaction is just precious. What’s more important? THEY’RE ACTUALLY GOOD FOR EACH OTHER. No rape. No forcing feels on each other, great chemistry, comforting comforters; all the reasons you’d ship a regular boyxgirl pairing. This one just happens to be two boys. AND I STILL DON’T KNOW IF THIS EVER TURNED CANON AFJLFJLFJDLJF

This is one of those very few Childhood Friend Ships I’m all for. It’s kind of crazy that they were able to rank this high when I haven’t even finished their story yet. BUT I LOVE THEM. I was going to pick a ship and say “Imagine _____, except they’re little kids.” But actually, I’m having a hard time comparing them to another ship I can think of. So...they’re KINDA ‘Slap Slap Kiss’-ish but Seiya does not hide his feelings. AT ALL. He’s pretty out-spoken about it. And all he wants to do is sweep her off her feet...but it’s basically the other way around xD As for Ririka...going by Shoujo Logic, her crush on (wow he’s so boring I can’t even remember his stupid name LOL) is superficial and she subconsciously has deeper feelings for Seiya that she’s unaware of...but damn, she sure gets fired up when he’s hurt in front of her! So that gives me hope.

This is just a given. It’s HIGHLY unlikely you would find another “Best Shoujo Pairing” list WITHOUT them. So he’s already there but HURRY UP AND REALIZE YOU LOVE HIM, AHIRU. Lol dammit. The only hint we get from her is “Fakir always makes me stronger” and that SINGLE LINE is deeper than ANY thought she ever had about Mytho. Hell, I’m pretty sure Ikuko herself ships them hard. Their entire relationship is so beautifully crafted...just like the rest of the series except maybe for Ahiru’s crush on Mytho which just had me going “LOLWHY” the entire time.

“SLAP SLAP KISS” LITERALLY. All they do is fight...and then kiss. xD They’re always saving each other, supporting each other, underneath all those insults, then they get married and have two cute kids. Some people think Kazune’s too hard on her...but it’s “tough love”. He has to be because that’s what motivates her. Every single thing Kazune does in the series is strictly for her sake. Their main problem is miscommunication...but I think that goes away quickly so who cares?

Yes, yes, I know. We have two major problems here: The first is initial sexual harassment. Obviously.

But here’s the second problem:

IT’S JUST TOO DAMN FCKING HOT.

Tooyama Ema knew how to turn up the sexual tension to ELEVEN with these two. Good lord, did she ever. This is by far the sexiest manga I’ve ever read!! Whoever coined the phrase “DOKI-DOKI MOTHERFUCKER” surely had to be reading about Yukina making Shigure do things and Shigure making Yukina do things. While the ship (born from blackmail) should strictly fall into ‘Guilty Pleasure Smut’ category, it only teeters on the edge. For me, at least. Why? Because the character development is actually really damn good. Shigure goes from Cold, Uncaring Magnificent Bastard to Excellent Tsundere Boyfriend Material quite steadily and beautifully. He’s also the only character in the series who can handle Yukina’s personality flaws. Basically, “he’s good for her” while the others are...um, terrible. xD

HEY. IT’S “ANIME TWILIGHT EXCEPT IT DOESN’T SUCK” SHIP.

It’s an ancient story. ‘Vampires make sexy boyfriends’. I believe this has been going on for a reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally long time. Like.....since the 30s, maybe? When did Anne Rice start writing? IDK ANYWAY IT’S A THING. Cutesy human girl wants vampire. The vampire is broody, dark, emo. “I’m dangerous. Stay away from me. You’ll only get hurt”. But they still turn into an off-again, on-again thing because he can’t make up his f*cking mind on whether to protect her at his side or “protect by neglect”. We’ve all heard it before.

EXCEPT THAT IS NOT THIS STORY.

No, it’s cutest f*cking damn vampire romance I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. And yeah, I did watch Karin and Tsukuyomi Moon Phase but I’m partial to vampire stories for women so fck that. lol. So...where to start. First of all, Riho loved him way before she even knew what he was. When she finds out, she still loves him. And he does do the “You’re better off not being with me because danger”. But he doesn’t say this to be edgy or to manipulate her; he says it because what he does is actually dangerous enough for her to get killed and he doesn’t want that. But she doesn’t give a damn. And he treats her like a princess. And she finds out how lonely he is and vows to always stay at his side and he respects her f*cking decisions and they go on cute dates and always comfort each other and just afjalfjalfjaijfIWEJFILOVETHISSHIPSOMUCH.

Before I get to #1, here’s some honorable mentions:

SakuraxSyaoran from CCS

YonaxHak from Akatsuki no Yona

KurosakixTeru from Dengeki Daisy

KirarixHiroto from Kirarin Revolution

DaichixNajika from Kitchen Princess

TamakixHaruhi from Ouran High School Host Club

ZeroxYuuki from Vampire Knight

Note: I am not good at top lists. This was insanely f*cking hard to do.

So....drumroll..........

WHO SAW THIS COMING?

WHO FCKING SAW THIS COMING?

IF YOU DIDN’T,

YOU DON’T KNOW ME.

GET OFF MY BLOG.

These two pairings are....like...they affect me in ways I just cannot fathom. Like...I literally do not understand how they’ve cast these obsessive spells on me...but they have. Fanart records do not lie. And mine...for both of them is ridiculous.

So why?

The best answer I can come up with is...

“Most emotionally deep”. They inspire me. They make me squeal with joy and break down sobbing. They give me warm fuzzy feelings while at the same time, tearing my heart to shreds. I just can’t get enough of either one. It’s almost like they’ve touched my soul somehow. I just don’t know. I don’t think there’s a ship that expresses the feeling of ‘soulmates’ stronger than these two ships. I feel like Takuto and Mitsuki and Issac and Rachel were born so they could meet each other. They’re both oddly similar...and yet different as night and day seewhatIdidtharwiththepics. I think “sacrifice” and “salvation” is what I respond most to when I think about ever-lasting true love. And everything about these four characters’ development is centered around these two things.

#shoujo #shipping #happy valentines day #I'm like so bad at elimination lol #feel free to ask me about a ship I didn't list #or one I did #long post

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lil-meows · 8 years

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| Jeon JungKook | Beauty and the Beast! AU

Genre: Romance/ angst. Warnings: none. Word count: 3k A/N: This is shamefully late and unbelievably long. I didn’t follow the exact story line so it’s safe to say that it’s my modified version of the fairytale.

“Father, a beautiful rose is all I might ask for.” And the weary old man nodded in approval. Fate smirked again. What a bloodbath it would be. And so the man set off on his journey.

3 months and half a day, the brunette has a taste of how bitter the departure of her loved ones can be, and decided (what a dangerous decision it was) that clocks have ticked long enough and worry was inflating to its limit. “Easy there Max” she cooed to the white horse, firm and steady. Ready to to ride through forests of darkness to bring his enchanting owner together with her beloved father. With a hood atop her silky hair and enough courage to cut through steel, fate squirmed in his seat, rubbing his hands in enthusiasm. What a poor girl, what a horrendous fate.

“Cease that death, jinxed red rose. The one to love me is not even close” a fearsome voice sobbed and an inhuman echo resonated through the wrecked chamber. Monster or not, the black eyes shed tears of pure, distilled agony, teats that never made it to the ground nor did it beyond these doors. Cursing fate once again and pounding a clawed, furry fist into the wall, the beast-turned prince stomped out of the dark room.

The celler’s bars vibrated along with their prisoner’s heart. It was all too much to bear and he wondered when will his relieving end eventually arrive. The beast opened its huge void of a mouth and released yet another loud roar. Anything to express his pent up fear. “Please” The poor traveller pleaded, huddled in an unfortunate ball at the far corner of his prison. Rusting and dusty, but it’s the only reason he isn’t stuck in the creatures digestive system. Or at least that’s what he thought. “If the lass doesn’t make it before dawn, it is your and her neck off” The monster’s striding footsteps were not as loud as the old man’s sobs. His beautiful princess, the peaceful angel he protected with all he had. Oh what shall he do? Max came to a halt for the fifth time in the past couple of days and Beauty couldn’t help but wonder why. There wasn’t a lake or even food, there were only… Roses. Fate sipped on his wine. The red field hypnotised it’s visitors with it’s never ending variety of nature’s art. Unkempt and overgrown, yet captivating nevertheless. The gloomy paradise came to an end as Max came to his sixth stop before an intimidating set of wrought iron gates. Beauty closed her mouth and reopened it at the sight at hand. The ancient castle generated a spooky breeze and she shivered despite her many layers of clothing. “Stay here” she instructed her spirited vehicle before stepping towards the gates. Max waged the earth with his feet, signalling his visual mistress to come back, to spare her life. But fate was cunning and curiosity was evil.

Somewhere, in the warm safety of the Prince’s castle, two bear fingers snapped together and Beauty stepped backwards in alarm. Sucking a cold breath in, she took slow steps forward, uneasy at the sight of the tumbled fountains and destroyed carriages. It must have been paradise, she thought. It was quite peculiar to say the truth. One does not come across such public display of death and yet continue on. She could, should, have turned her back and made a run for it. She would he knitting a protection from the cold or even brewing a hearty broth. But here she is. Standing at the steps of a cold, misrable castle. Love is strong. So desperate. (Now at this point I urge you to remember my words for they’ll save you the need to itch your head, clueless)

“No beauty no!” The merchant warned, but who can hear him across five flights of stairs? “This place needs a good scrub” she mumbled to herself, insecurely making her way through the lightless interior of the place. Another inaudible scream of her father vanished and candles commenced burning with magical flames. “Hello Beauty” A voice echoed, soft and unmistakably human. Beauty pulled her hood further down her face in fear. Her hands grew sweaty and she shivered against the cold of her skin and the boiling heat of her organs. They know here name. (It’s ironic really, being the village’s most beautiful female, one would wonder what her name might be) What happened next was no joke. I repeat all this occurred in a state of complete mental awareness and stability. It’s not impossible. It’s simply magic. Generating a blood curdling scream, the candlestick bobbed its ‘head’ to the side in confusion as to why the girl might be so frightened of an object displaying accurate human gestures. As if your sink wishes you good morning daily and your comb always groans at how greasy your hair is. “It gets in all my small holes” he always says. But we’ll get to talking hairbrushes later. Now, the candlestick. “For goodness sake young lady have you never seen a talking object!” he, or so it’s voice implies, yelled in exasperation, beckoning his visitor to follow him and his new companion. A clock. To say that Beauty might faint is an understatement. Beauty felt light headed. Unreal. Objects do not speak. Objects do not move. She must find her father and escape this sorcery. “Up the stairs now Miss” despite how the entire situation have been defying nature’s rules, she couldn’t help but wanting to seize the the enchanted objects and spare them jumping up every step.

It was definitely a castle for the royalty. The mahogany wood, the elegant designs and the gold carvings on the walls. The place every got even more whimsical every second. By the time they reached the last step, Beauty ignored loud cry of help to momentarily catch her breath. Gulping loudly as an animalistic sound vibrated through the halls. Her father called again, familiar and nostalgic. Will running to his arms end this paranormal journey? “Beauty” he whimpered as she fell to her knees, stretching a fair arm to pull her father closer. “No you shan’t” The same voice bellowed. Close and dangerously warm. As if time had stopped and her brain restricted processing any sound other than her own heartbeat. A sweat steak ran down her temple as she turned a hinged neck to the towering shadow that made he father paper pale. It’s definitely a bull, but it’s also a bear a Wolf and a lion. Black beetle eyes, brown fur, big clawed fingers that could slit her throat with utter ease. Beauty may be strong, but she isn’t a warrior. With a shriek that shook the walls of the cellar room, she stumbled backwards, shielding her face with her hand not intertwined with her father’s. Why was this happening?

“As I have been foretold” The beast started with a firm stance, pain flashing briefly against his eyes. “You are here to rescue your father, aren’t you?” and the girl nodded, digging in her insides for her bravery once again. “I shall let him leave” he said, sharp and rough. Beauty looked up in relief. “On one condition” he completed and a dreadful frown carved her fear whitened lips. It would have been an easy decision. Sparing your life in exchange for your father’s slaughter. She wasn’t, isn’t and never will be selfish. “I agree” she sprung to her feet, detaching her arm from her father’s and finding that inner strength she seemed to have lost at the castle’s threshold. “very well” the beast announced and Beauty clutched the wall for dear life, watching her writhing papa shouting endless objections. It was for the best. His best.

Sun shone for the 7th time in Beauty’s stay in the cursed castle and she couldn’t help but wonder what she would be doing now if she hadn’t asked for that rose. The rose that flipped her life upside down. The closet, a talkative, nosy middle aged lady sensed her master’s awake and started: “Good morning Miss, would you like- “ Her voice was cut off with a loud knock on the door, sparing Beauty’s manners from combusting at the wooden box. Pushing her bed sheets over, she proceeded get open the golden door, barefoot and dressed only in her nightgown. “Good morning Beauty” the chimera flipped it’s tail and she flinched at the oddity of it all. “Come join me for breakfast” he asked, polite and free from his usual growl. Beauty seemed to not have noticed how morbidly hard he was trying and attempted shutting the door without an answer. Awful mistake. The beast held the door open with a furry hand, his expression hardening to pure wrath. “As you wish woman, but you will join me for dinner and that is not a request!” he shouted as hard as his lungs could manage and pulled the door shut. Fingers shaking and hair ruffled, Beauty sighed at the furniture suggestion to get her dressed, remembering the wise words of her father “when in Rome…” “Oh what shall I do? She loathes me!” He paced back and forth , frantically brainstorming with his servants. His clock was ticking closer and closer to his demise. “well if you could have only been nice Master Jungkook…” The candle stick scolded, with as much respect his unamused tone could manage. The beast, Jungkook, found it difficult to stay still. “That’s not particularly my fault is it Yoongi!” “I don’t spot the need to tell at new young prince I am merely stating my very accurate opinion” his servants replied, completely fed up with his owner and storming out of the drawing room, hopping ever so tirelessly on his single leg. Jungkook fought a giggle and buried his face in his palms, groaning in desperation. He had high hopes for the night.

Ever heard of curiosity killed the cat? Let’s just says it very well applies to this situation. Dinner time was nearing and beauty found it difficult to remain still. The Beast’s warning playing over for what seems like the millionth time. Almost like the song you listen to on repeat to the point you’re dead sick of it. She was dead sick of it. Gathering the tails of her diamond studded dress, sky blue, flattering enough to exentuate her her pale skin and auburn curls. The west wing. How can two words ever keep someone up for nights? Well, she’s about to know.

Step after step. Click after click. A vivid memory of her father shot across her vision. Smiling and hurt but she blinked it away. Curious. If I didn’t know any better I would say suicidal. Two left turns and getting lost a couple more, Beauty’s senses tingled as she stepped across an imaginary boundary. The air densed and the lights dimmed. Faints whispers and cries that Beauty shook off as a forgery of her imagination. Her brain said no, but her legs said hell yes. And there comes a sharp inhale.

Ever heard of curiosity killed the cat? There is a second part to that idiom.

Maybe, and just maybe, the is what happens when Someone with big hands tries to get a grip on smaller objects. Torn wallpaper. Shredded curtains, silk and sad. The bed was a wreck it was even a miracle it was standing in the first place. Linens and jewelry were strewn across the the hard-wood floor. But it was the red that caught her attention. The blazing blood red rose. Perched across the only standing table in the room.

She would have stepped closer to the falling petals, but have you heard of curiosity killed the cat? There is a second part to it. “But satisfaction brought it back.”

In a sense, Beauty did die for a second.

His medium rare steak was getting cold and so was her’s. He was having non of her derision. Staggering all the way up to the girl’s bedroom, a few aggravated hangs on her door were followed suit by a loud cry of exasperation and Beast barged in, taking the empty room into his sight before processing the situation. He’s dying alone. Or so he thought.

With his head hanging low and his hopes even lower, the beast made his way to his lonely chamber. Equipped with overwhelming melancholy to keep him company.

“Love, come play with us” Fate said in a sing-song voice. Waiting for his plans to thrive. But love knew better.

“What are you doing here?” You can imagine what happened next. All I’ll say is that Beast was not impressed. And Beauty’s lips were white. Very white.

Giggle. Thud and more feminine giggles. “They hate me!” Beast groaned across the snow coating his garden, the sun in deep slumber. Beauty protested “They don’t hate you, you just have to be nice” “How much more nice can I get? I could be grilling them for dinner for all I know!” “Jungkook! His name had a nice tone from her lips.

And yes, we are on first name bases now. If I may phrase it my way I’d say Love beat Fate at his own game. She never played by the rules anyway. She slowly slid her way through their hearts. Threading them together. Almost like the smooth river’s flow across two harsh rocks. Stubborn. Beauty learned that an ugly monster can learn to love as well. Is capable of finding passion. His roses. His servants. Who knew that the growling facade masked a kind gentleman? If only she could smile as wholeheartedly as she is now. Time would stretch on, but she would never get tired of the bird loving creature. The way he always checks on her meals, tells her to keep warm. Secretly, she never wanted it to end. Momentarily caught up in her living dream. But it’s just a dream.

The birds flew up as gunshots fired through the grey sky. Beauty’s heart raced and she involuntarily looked up at her companion who was quick to his feat. Just who would disturb their peaceful bird feeding routine? “Beauty get inside” The urgency in his voice was not humorous and she knew she had to obligate, however that familiar face rooted her feet to the shaved ice underneath them. Him. The village’s stuck up. Oh he’s human all right, but she’d rather spend her entire life with a Beast than his proud, handsome face. Always wondering around. Messing around with woman’s hearts. The one thing she won’t long to in her place of birth.

“Towards the Monster!” he called out and everything blurred out from that point on. There was crimson on white. Cries of agnoy and Beauty’s muffed sobs. “don’t rescue me!” Her oppositions vanished in thin air as the battle raged on. “Leave me alone!” This time she lunged forward. Right in the heat of the situation. Shielding a hardly standing Jungkook from the true Beast.

Love was so proud of her work.

“Leave me alone and go away” she screamed at the loudest her lungs could manage. Her small arms fighting stronger ones to take her back home. But she was home. He was her home.

A small whimper, almost inaudible, escaped Jungkook behind her and without any prior warning he collapsed to the snow. Ending. His petals were giving away. And to know all it took them to leave her be is to see him dead. What a harsh world.

“Stay with me” she fell to her knees. Trembling and tearful. Everything good in her life has to disappear, doesn’t it? “You know I love you right?” Jungkook said softly and she sobbed louder, nodding frantically. Unaware his eyes gave up on him. “Don’t leave me” Beauty dropped her face on his still chest. Unable to form coherent words other than “I love you"s.

Humans have to wait to the very last second, don’t they?

Beauty. The perfect name. A true beauty she is. She walked shyly to the man with the stretched hand. Coal black hair, soft eyes that worshipped her elegant body and soul. Her eyes glinting in a dress as yellow and pure as her heart.

“You look as breathtaking as ever my princess” he flirted as she placed a hand on his firm shoulders, pushing her breasts onto his well toned chest. With a final chuckle, Beauty took Jungkook’s hand into her’s and watched as his upper lip disappeared in that smile she oh so loves.

Love beat Fate at his own game.

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