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armand intending to kill louis after all and actively orchestrating his death in the trial is not my favorite choice narratively but it does hilariously reframe his entire character and motivations. like he just seems like a complete psychopath now, flailing his way through life and making detached decisions based on random opportunities. he chooses the coven over louis out of loyalty and because of doubt about their relationship, essentially betraying the person he claims to "want more than anything in the world", then when said person doesn't actually die as planned, he suddenly decides that he can save his life after all so he helps louis escape, THEN he sees the opportunity to get back in louis's good graces by pretending he is the one who saved him, decides NOT to warn the coven about the impending attack, despite having been ready to kill the man he loves for them like a WEEK AGO, resulting in the entire coven being murdered. and then he stays with louis for 77 years, while fully aware that louis is only with him to spite lestat. like his switch from "iâll orchestrate louis's death to remain a part of the coven" to "actually fuck the coven, i'm going to be with louis" in such a short time span is.... unhinged, to say the least. did he secretly want the coven destroyed and is that why he did not inform them?? did he make a last-minute decision that it was better this way because the coven being wiped out would mean no live witnesses of his role in the trial which would give him a shot at fixing his relationship with louis? but then why go through all the bother of picking the coven over louis and setting up the trial which would see him executed in the first place? was he just like hmmmm louis wants to go on a suicidal killing spree so... let's just see what happens!! whoever comes out alive i guess i'll pick :) like do you care about anything actually???
#it's baffling#i think i would like it more if they kept armand intending for louis to survive because it just made more sense to me for his character#now it's almost like did he even love louis?? why even stay with him at all for all these years if you would have just killed him like that#BUT i do enjoy the idea that he can just freakishly detach himself from his feelings like guilt love etc.#he's ancient he's cold he's insecure and he can make the hard decision to kill a loved one if he has to#and i also like the idea that he's just a coward and a control freak#so it was easier to just pick the coven and then he also got to orchestrate the trial which is fun because he loves to direct things :)#i don't even know if he knows why he does things because he has no sense of self and derives his identity from others#need to hear his side of the story!!#interview with the vampire#iwtv#armand
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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, itâs 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 5â3â 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, doctorâs offices, spiders, clowns, being betrayed, baking (sheâs 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 Pennyâs 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:Â
Positive traits: honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty |funny
Negative Traits: moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power - hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | masochistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | rebellious
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Whatâs their personal philosophy? Do they even have one?
For much of the earlier portion of her life, Lucyâs motto would be âdo unto others and you would have them do unto youâ. Up until about the time Rakepick shows up, and Benâs 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 brotherâs 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 doesnât like having so many eyes on her, especially for something she knows is dangerous and putting herself and her friends in harmâs 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 Nathanâs disappearance, she would have loved to consider herself lucky enough to be a witch, let alone be sorted into her brotherâs 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 brotherâs life there, but years later, sheâd swear up and down that being put in the house of fairness, honesty, and loyalty is where she truly belonged.
Whatâs 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, sheâll sometimes âborrowâ 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 heâs 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 itâs because theyâre so close to her that her friends keep getting hurt. It doesnât 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 âjust magic mathâ. Muggle Studies was almost chosen instead of Divination, but Luc decided she wanted something a little more challenging. (She didnât realize her patience was what would be tested lol).
Are they in any clubs or extracurricular activities? What about Quidditch?
Itâs really hard to find time to do extracurriculars when youâre 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 isnât quite cut out for Quidditch. Besides, sheâd rather be in the stands (huddled and warm) while watching her friends play instead. Sometimes sheâll help Madame Pomfrey with healing students in the Hospital Wing, but the smell of the potions and medicines reminds her of the doctorâs office, so she wouldnât 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 âproperâ 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 doesnât 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 itâs 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 doesnât like to break the rules, but sheâll 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, itâs 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 didnât 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 theyâd 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 âjust go back to bedâ. She decided to take whatever classes could be most broadly considered for a number of professions, and even then wasnât 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. Sheâll spend some gloomy weekends curled up in a big armchair in the library, quietly reading to herself (and later, helping Barnaby with his dyslexia). Sheâs also a major card shark, winning almost every muggle card game sheâs ever played and often tricking her friends into playing with her and losing anything from candy to wizard cards to even money, on occasion. Sheâs 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.
Whatâs 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 worldâmoney, time, and language not being an issueâwhere 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 theyâre 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.
Whatâs 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??
Whatâs 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.
Whatâs 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 naĂŻve. 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 theyâre 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.
Whatâs 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 theyâre 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 yaâll 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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Driftwood
The 2020 arc continues!
Continuation of Sparks Masterpost
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This was a two- step he didnât know the tune to. Maybe more like a three and a half step, with him acting as the ringleader with two idiots who didnât know their ass from their tail. It was a situation, granted, which he had created, but he hadnât 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 âkiss and make up,â 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 wasnât 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 Ătienne 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 Ătienne, 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 Macâs tall tales. It was one of those tales where he seemed to have merged something from Benâs 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.
âDid you need another beer?â he asked her as he unlocked the door.
âNo,â 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 couldnât read her face, and nearly jumped when she gently placed her hand on his upper arm.
âHoney, are you doing ok?â
âYeah?â
The grip tightened.
âMostly?â
âYou seem sort of off, I know you donât really want to cause a big scene, but I just wanted to check in.â
Calvin forced his face into a smile, âShoot sis, I canât be Las Vegas lights twenty-four seven, yâknow.â
Rolling her eyes, Caroline huffed, âUsually while camping youâre snuggled up to Edward! But youâre not even sitting on the same log!â
âThought Iâd let him sit with his - - friend.â Calvin shrugged, âI get him most of the time, figured maybe he wanted some Ătienne time or something.â
âI donât know why, but Iâm not buying it.â
âCaroline,â 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 Ătienneâs heads bent together in some sort of private conspiracy, he decided to carefully plod out a half truth of sorts. âIâm just being a little insecure about Edwardâs friendship with Ătienne⌠they go way back, and I just sometimes forget Edward has a whole life outside of meâŚâ 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, âIf he breaks your heart, I know ways to make him pay.â
Calvin laughed, âCaro, itâs not that serious â anyway ainât I supposed to be the one issuing threats with your big lug over there?â
Snorting, Caroline shook her hair out, âPlease, Mac may not be book smart, but he ainât an idiot. Heâs smart where it counts⌠plus do you really see him breaking my heart?â
âNo⌠most likely it would be you breaking his heart and him camping out in my basement crying into every alcohol and junk food imaginable.â
âThatâs the ticket!â
âCaro! Can you gets us the guitar?â
âSure thing, Piggy!â
Heading back to his spot, Calvin was surprised when Edward got up and disappeared. Looking over to Ătienne, who was also looking over in Edwardâs 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 Ătienne, and then spent a moment tuning.
âAny requests?â
âHow about Old Town Road?â Calvin joked.
Giving him a steady look, Edward raised an eyebrow and looked over to Mac, âSure?â
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, Ătienne 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 Calvinâs as with a smirk he did a slight arpeggio, attempting to throw Calvinâs singing off. However, Calvin kept up, counter balancing Edwardâs playing as he knew the songs well enough to not just sing them straight. Despite the flirtatious playing, Mac, Caroline and Ătienne 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 â not production worthy, but good enough.
As he struck the last note, Edward lowered his bow, making a face, which Calvin knew meant âfingers crampingâ and that he would end up being the one to rub his hands. His stomach twisted as Edward glanced at Ătienne, and he worried that he had miscalculated. Was that going to be Ătienneâs job now too? Â 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.
âGod, I havenât played that long in a while,â Edward lightly complained, âI would have continued on, but the quiet time is 11⌠and I realized its 11:30.â
Calvinâs massage had moved up Edwardâs arm to his shoulder where he knew the greatest strain tended to be. Edward relaxed into his touch with a happy sigh.
âGeezus dat late already, Chucky boy?â Mac stood up, stretching as the guitar lay strung across him. âGuess itâs time for me and Caro to hit the hay. Lotsta see tomorrow.â
As Caroline and Mac drifted over to the RV, Calvin worked on Edwardâs other hand.
âShoot I gotta pop the fiddle into the truck while I still can,â Edward muttered as he pulled away from Calvin. âThen I guess washroom and bed, eh?â
âEuh⌠ yeah sure.â
Watching Edward jog over, Calvin cast a sidelong glance over to Ătienne 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 wasnât the coals hissing, he quickly realized, but Ătienne 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.
âHey, are you ok?â he asked setting down the bucket and carefully stepping toward the other man.
âNo!â Ătienne stood up, looking around frantically, âWhere are our clothes again? Iâm fucking freezing.â
âOh! Yeah, letâs go to the washrooms and get ready for bed.â
âI mean I need clothes now,â Ătienne seriously replied, âWhat temperature is it? Minus ten?â
âNo,â Calvin replied amused, âMore like eight.â
âEight?! In August-â Ătienne paused, then let out a breath, âI think I mentally blocked this part of your province from my mind for my own sanity.â
âBlocked?â
Ătienne had subtly moved closer to Calvin, his body brushing against the other manâs no doubt in an attempt to acquire more body heat.
âCrunchy grass in August,â Ătienne muttered the words out as if they were an ancient Latin curse meant to summon a demon from the seventh tier of hell.
âC-crunchy grass?â They had reached the tent where their stuff was, and Calvin unzipped it, grabbing the toiletry bag. âDid you wanna change in the tent or in the washroom? Are you uh â gonna shower?â
âThere is no way in hell that I am going to shower, thatâll make me feel even more cold.â Ătienne grumbled, âIâll change in the tent. Is my toothbrush with your stuff?â
âYeah.â
âWait for me.â Ătienne climbed into the tent and zipped up the door. There was rustling, and some cursing.
âCalâŚâ
Calvin jumped slightly as he realized that Edward had caught up to him.
âWhy are you staring at the tent? And â why is it cursing?â
âĂtienneâs changing,â Calvin explained, his free hand instinctively moving over to gently rub Edwardâs shoulder.
âIsnât he showering?â
âHe said something about crunchy grass? I guess not?â
âHmmm, well I need a shower at least⌠why are we waiting?â
âHe asked me to wait.â
ââŚWhen I ask you to wait you just tell me itâs going to be a race.â Edward lightly accused.
âIt works, doesnât it?â
âIf your thumb wasnât feeling so good in my shoulder I would punch you,â Edward sighed.
Their attention was brought to the tent as the door unzipped, and Ătienne tumbled out wrapped in thick sweatpants and a long sweater. âChanging in the dark is terrible.â He grumbled. âLetâs hurry up so I can get warm.â
âYeah but letâs get our clothes to change,â Edward responded as he dove into the tent, knowing exactly where he had packed his and Calvinâs pajamas. Popping out in under two minutes, he zipped the tent back up triumphantly, the clothing and wash bag tucked under his arm.
Ătienneâs 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. âGânight guys, see you tomorrow, hey?â
âYeah, goodnight Mac,â 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 elseâs shower, and he eyed the curtain wondering if it was one of those pay showers â the one where itâs 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 Ătienne sitting right out there waiting for them, making sounds of impatience â 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 Edwardâs tease about fucking Ătienne 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. Â
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 someoneâs 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.
Whatâs 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 Ătienne 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 Ătienne would kindly not snore.
Exiting the stall, he looked over to Edward who was leaning against the sink, talking to Ătienne. Edwardâs hair was slicked, and he was wearing his old thick Oilers hoody and matching sweatpants. Ătienne was pouting as he was touching Edwardâs damp hair in disapproval.
Edward looked over to Calvin, and grinned, âTook forever, didnât ya?â
âAw fuck off,â Calvin grumbled as he walked towards them.
Lightly punching him in the arm, Edward said âManners, McCall.â
âManners, McCall,â Calvin imitated, earning himself another punch â 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. âWhy you being a little shithead?â He let out a small groan and rubbed his lower back, âRunning is a regret.â
Hearing Ătienne behind them, Calvin simply tilted his head and raised one eyebrow.
âYou guys nearly forgot your toiletry bag!â Ătienne huffed as he caught up.
âHmm? I just knew you would get it, sweetie,â Edward responded as he reached out with his free arm and grabbed Ătienneâs hand.
Ătienneâs 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, âI sleep in the middle?â
There was agreement, and as they climbed in Edward snuggled up into the middle, as Calvin plopped on his right side and Ătienne 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 Ătienne 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 werenât, were they? He thought, his eyes popping open in annoyance.
âEddyâŚâ came the soft whine.
Edward sighed. âMmm?â
âIâm⌠cold.â
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.
âCold cold?â
âMy ass is cold, thereâs like a breeze.â Â Ătienneâs voice was one reminiscent of a small child.
âHmmm, I suppose we should move you to the middle⌠Cal?â
Calvin simply grunted.
âIâll take that as approval then.â He felt Edward give him a small kiss on the cheek, and then a gap in warmth, and shuffling, until he felt Ătienne beside him, snuggled up tight in the middle.
âIs that better, Teddy?â Edward murmured.
The only response was the even breathing of the other man.
Calvinâs false sleep was disturbed as he was unable to contain his question, âWait, did you just call him Teddy?â Â
Edward snorted, âMmm yeah.â
âHow many nicknames do yâall have for each other?â
Ătienne sighed, and turned away.
âUh â I dunno like at least five,â Edward responded.
Calvin was quiet for a moment contemplating, âSo like can I call you two my two teddies?â
Ătienne groaned in response, as Edward snorted. âCalvin and the Teddies sounds like a band.â
âTeddy One wants yâall to shut up and move in closer so I donât freeze to death,â Ătienne grumbled.
âHow are you still cold?â Calvin asked as he shifted so that instead of laying beside Ătienne he was more snuggled up.
âDonât try to divine that answer, Cal,â Edward responded, âĂtienneâs body works in mysterious ways. Fairly certain he is part cryptid.â
âOnly part?â Ătienne cheekily responded, which had them giggle.
âHonestly if I were a cryptid I would probably be a Sasquatch,â Edward confessed, âLive in the mountains all the time and not have anyone bug me.â
âIâd be Mothman,â Calvin added in.
âWhy Mothman?â
âHeâs so cool!â
Ătienne snorted, âPlease Calvin, wouldnât you be a centaur.â
âUh Ătienne, I donât think you quite understand what a cryptid is.â
âIs there a horse one? Cuz thatâll be you.â
Calvin hummed as he tried to think of one, âI donât think so.â
âI swear I just read an internet post about one last week,â Edward murmured. After giving a frustrated sound, he then added, âBut fuck me, canât remember it.â
âWell heâs that one you canât remember.â Ătienne decided.
âSo cryptid, doesnât even have a name,â Calvin joked.
He was silent a moment, and then, began to hum.
Edward growled. âCalvin Brisebois McCall I swear to god-â
âMothman! Youâre a moth and a man,â Calvin began to sing aloud to the YMCA theme. Beside him Ătienne made a sound of surprised laughter, while Edward wriggled so he could glare at him better.
âI swear if youâre going to continue ââ
âI said Mothman! Youâre a man whoâs a moth-â
There was an eruption of action as Edward lunged across Ătienne to attempt to strangle Calvin. It resulted in all their limbs tangling, with Edward laying half across a rather squished Ătienne, Calvin working to wiggle out of the grasping hands as he continued to sing. However, Edwardâs actions were hampered somewhat by Ătienne, who was holding back one of his arms, as he began to hum the tune in harmony with Calvinâs singing.
âBoucles!! How could you betray me-â Edward exclaimed as the two men began to chant âM-O-T-Hâ
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. Ătienne didnât know all the lyrics, supporting vocals, and then got inventive by creating verses which hadnât even existed.
âMothman! He swam the sea of Japan!â Ătienne 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 âI know you didnât understand but itâs much funnier in the original language.â
To which Calvin responded âI got some of it-â
And Edward deadpan responded, âI know French and it wasnât that good.â Which earned him an elbow in the side.
âCome on Neddy show me if you can do better,â Ătienne challenged.
Huffing, Edward finally joined in making up some ridiculous lyrics, âMothman! Annoying as you can-â
âEdward that doesnât even make sense!â Calvin interjected.
âI just â let me finish!â
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 Ătienneâs 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 Ătienne, 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 Ătienne 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 Ătienne 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 Edwardâs wrist a small kiss in response, as his view then became obscured by a mass of curly hair as Ătienne shifted once again, breaking their connected touch.
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My Top 10 Shoujo/Josei Ships
Letâs address the elephant in the room. Yes, they are problematic which is why they rank last. No doubt. But like, theyâre 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 thatâs 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 heâs not totally innocent but he is better). Chiaki has...issues. Lol. To say heâs insecure...is probably an understatement. But when you look at his upbringing, itâs really no surprise. Maron is the only person he truly seems to care about so heâs going to cling and be needy. But she knows how to handle him. Sheâs always in control (not in a bad way) but in a way thatâs good for both of them. I love how mature she is. He will learn from her....if he hasnât already. Okay, theyâre married with a baby so I would think adult!Chiaki has gotten over what made the teenage ship problematic. Besides, they totally have Godâs 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 DIDNâT.
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 âlove-hate/ slap slap kissâ 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 âidiotâ. 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 thatâs like the cutest shit ever.
OH HEY. ITâS 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 theyâre 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. Whatâs more important? THEYâRE ACTUALLY GOOD FOR EACH OTHER. No rape. No forcing feels on each other, great chemistry, comforting comforters; all the reasons youâd ship a regular boyxgirl pairing. This one just happens to be two boys. AND I STILL DONâT KNOW IF THIS EVER TURNED CANON AFJLFJLFJDLJF
This is one of those very few Childhood Friend Ships Iâm all for. Itâs kind of crazy that they were able to rank this high when I havenât even finished their story yet. BUT I LOVE THEM. I was going to pick a ship and say âImagine _____, except theyâre little kids.â But actually, Iâm having a hard time comparing them to another ship I can think of. So...theyâre KINDA âSlap Slap Kissâ-ish but Seiya does not hide his feelings. AT ALL. Heâs pretty out-spoken about it. And all he wants to do is sweep her off her feet...but itâs basically the other way around xD As for Ririka...going by Shoujo Logic, her crush on (wow heâs so boring I canât even remember his stupid name LOL) is superficial and she subconsciously has deeper feelings for Seiya that sheâs unaware of...but damn, she sure gets fired up when heâs hurt in front of her! So that gives me hope.
This is just a given. Itâs HIGHLY unlikely you would find another âBest Shoujo Pairingâ list WITHOUT them. So heâs already there but HURRY UP AND REALIZE YOU LOVE HIM, AHIRU. Lol dammit. The only hint we get from her is âFakir always makes me strongerâ and that SINGLE LINE is deeper than ANY thought she ever had about Mytho. Hell, Iâm pretty sure Ikuko herself ships them hard. Their entire relationship is so beautifully crafted...just like the rest of the series except maybe for Ahiruâs crush on Mytho which just had me going âLOLWHYâ the entire time.
âSLAP SLAP KISSâ LITERALLY. All they do is fight...and then kiss. xD Theyâre always saving each other, supporting each other, underneath all those insults, then they get married and have two cute kids. Some people think Kazuneâs too hard on her...but itâs âtough loveâ. He has to be because thatâs 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 hereâs the second problem:
ITâSÂ 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 Iâve ever read!! Whoever coined the phrase âDOKI-DOKI MOTHERFUCKERâ 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 âGuilty Pleasure Smutâ 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. Heâs also the only character in the series who can handle Yukinaâs personality flaws. Basically, âheâs good for herâ while the others are...um, terrible. xD
HEY. ITâS âANIME TWILIGHT EXCEPT IT DOESNâT SUCKâ SHIP.
Itâs an ancient story. âVampires make sexy boyfriendsâ. 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 ITâS A THING. Cutesy human girl wants vampire. The vampire is broody, dark, emo. âIâm dangerous. Stay away from me. Youâll only get hurtâ. But they still turn into an off-again, on-again thing because he canât make up his f*cking mind on whether to protect her at his side or âprotect by neglectâ. Weâve all heard it before.
EXCEPT THAT IS NOT THIS STORY.
No, itâs cutest f*cking damn vampire romance Iâve ever had the pleasure of seeing. And yeah, I did watch Karin and Tsukuyomi Moon Phase but Iâm 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 âYouâre better off not being with me because dangerâ. But he doesnât 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 doesnât want that. But she doesnât 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, hereâs 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 DIDNâT,
YOU DONâT 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 theyâve 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...
âMost emotionally deepâ. 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 canât get enough of either one. Itâs almost like theyâve touched my soul somehow. I just donât know. I donât think thereâs a ship that expresses the feeling of âsoulmatesâ stronger than these two ships. I feel like Takuto and Mitsuki and Issac and Rachel were born so they could meet each other. Theyâre both oddly similar...and yet different as night and day seewhatIdidtharwiththepics. I think âsacrificeâ and âsalvationâ is what I respond most to when I think about ever-lasting true love. And everything about these four charactersâ 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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| 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 didnât follow the exact story line so itâs safe to say that itâs my modified version of the fairytale.
âFather, a beautiful rose is all I might ask for.â 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. âEasy there Maxâ 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.
âCease that death, jinxed red rose. The one to love me is not even closeâ 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 cellerâs bars vibrated along with their prisonerâs 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. âPleaseâ The poor traveller pleaded, huddled in an unfortunate ball at the far corner of his prison. Rusting and dusty, but itâs the only reason he isnât stuck in the creatures digestive system. Or at least thatâs what he thought. âIf the lass doesnât make it before dawn, it is your and her neck offâ The monsterâs striding footsteps were not as loud as the old manâs 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 couldnât help but wonder why. There wasnât a lake or even food, there were only⌠Roses. Fate sipped on his wine. The red field hypnotised itâs visitors with itâs never ending variety of natureâs 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. âStay hereâ 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 Princeâs 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 theyâll save you the need to itch your head, clueless)
âNo beauty no!â The merchant warned, but who can hear him across five flights of stairs? âThis place needs a good scrubâ 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. âHello Beautyâ 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. (Itâs ironic really, being the villageâs 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. Itâs not impossible. Itâs simply magic. Generating a blood curdling scream, the candlestick bobbed its âheadâ 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. âIt gets in all my small holesâ he always says. But weâll get to talking hairbrushes later. Now, the candlestick. âFor goodness sake young lady have you never seen a talking object!â he, or so itâs 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. âUp the stairs now Missâ despite how the entire situation have been defying natureâs rules, she couldnât 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? âBeautyâ he whimpered as she fell to her knees, stretching a fair arm to pull her father closer. âNo you shanâtâ 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. Itâs definitely a bull, but itâs 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 isnât 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 fatherâs. Why was this happening?
âAs I have been foretoldâ The beast started with a firm stance, pain flashing briefly against his eyes. âYou are here to rescue your father, arenât you?â and the girl nodded, digging in her insides for her bravery once again. âI shall let him leaveâ he said, sharp and rough. Beauty looked up in relief. âOn one conditionâ 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 fatherâs slaughter. She wasnât, isnât and never will be selfish. âI agreeâ she sprung to her feet, detaching her arm from her fatherâs and finding that inner strength she seemed to have lost at the castleâs threshold. âvery wellâ 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 Beautyâs stay in the cursed castle and she couldnât help but wonder what she would be doing now if she hadnât asked for that rose. The rose that flipped her life upside down. The closet, a talkative, nosy middle aged lady sensed her masterâs awake and started: âGood morning Miss, would you like- â Her voice was cut off with a loud knock on the door, sparing Beautyâs 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. âGood morning Beautyâ the chimera flipped itâs tail and she flinched at the oddity of it all. âCome join me for breakfastâ 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. âAs you wish woman, but you will join me for dinner and that is not a request!â 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 âwhen in RomeâŚâ âOh what shall I do? She loathes me!â He paced back and forth , frantically brainstorming with his servants. His clock was ticking closer and closer to his demise. âwell if you could have only been nice Master JungkookâŚâ The candle stick scolded, with as much respect his unamused tone could manage. The beast, Jungkook, found it difficult to stay still. âThatâs not particularly my fault is it Yoongi!â âI donât spot the need to tell at new young prince I am merely stating my very accurate opinionâ 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? Letâs just says it very well applies to this situation. Dinner time was nearing and beauty found it difficult to remain still. The Beastâs warning playing over for what seems like the millionth time. Almost like the song you listen to on repeat to the point youâre 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, sheâs 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 didnât know any better I would say suicidal. Two left turns and getting lost a couple more, Beautyâs 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. âBut satisfaction brought it back.â
In a sense, Beauty did die for a second.
His medium rare steak was getting cold and so was herâs. He was having non of her derision. Staggering all the way up to the girlâs 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. Heâs 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.
âLove, come play with usâ Fate said in a sing-song voice. Waiting for his plans to thrive. But love knew better.
âWhat are you doing here?â You can imagine what happened next. All Iâll say is that Beast was not impressed. And Beautyâs lips were white. Very white.
Giggle. Thud and more feminine giggles. âThey hate me!â Beast groaned across the snow coating his garden, the sun in deep slumber. Beauty protested âThey donât hate you, you just have to be niceâ âHow much more nice can I get? I could be grilling them for dinner for all I know!â âJungkook! 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 Iâd 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 riverâs 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 itâs just a dream.
The birds flew up as gunshots fired through the grey sky. Beautyâs 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? âBeauty get insideâ 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 villageâs stuck up. Oh heâs human all right, but sheâd rather spend her entire life with a Beast than his proud, handsome face. Always wondering around. Messing around with womanâs hearts. The one thing she wonât long to in her place of birth.
âTowards the Monster!â he called out and everything blurred out from that point on. There was crimson on white. Cries of agnoy and Beautyâs muffed sobs. âdonât rescue me!â Her oppositions vanished in thin air as the battle raged on. âLeave me alone!â 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.
âLeave me alone and go awayâ 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.
âStay with meâ she fell to her knees. Trembling and tearful. Everything good in her life has to disappear, doesnât it? âYou know I love you right?â Jungkook said softly and she sobbed louder, nodding frantically. Unaware his eyes gave up on him. âDonât leave meâ Beauty dropped her face on his still chest. Unable to form coherent words other than âI love you"s.
Humans have to wait to the very last second, donât 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.
âYou look as breathtaking as ever my princessâ 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 Jungkookâs hand into herâs 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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