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The Monster & the Maiden Fair

the monster & the maiden fair meme

There's a long precedent in folklore and myth of beautiful young people - both men and women - being kidnapped by monsters: dragons, beasts, goblins, demons, elves, vampires, wolves, or even evil humans. In the end, however, these prisoners are almost always rescued and brought back to civilization to live a normal and happy life.

But what if they didn't want to leave their jailor?

They've seen behind the surface and have begun to sympathize with this "monster;" no, more than that, they've fallen for them. Will this story have a happy ending? Will the monster believe that anyone could love them? Most importantly, though, can the two of them be left alone without any attempts at a "rescue?"

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Thread anything that could remotely fit under the umbrella theme. Was the kidnapping just that, or did both parties know (and care) for each other before, making it a collaborative, mutual effort? Perhaps you'd prefer to play the actual Beauty and The Beast-style getting to know each other or seeing behind the grizzly facade. What about an attempted "rescue?" Or maybe you could thread out a scene where the prisoner runs away from the society they were forced back into and returns to their beloved beast! It's all up to you. You could even do smut if you wanted to, but this isn't a smut meme.

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[ He smiles at this, too sweetly - it doesn't match him, and it really does nothing to make him look less dangerous. No, he still looks scary from any real angle. The atmosphere of the tiny cabin does nothing for that, because he looks like the sort of person who could crush someone with his bare hands.

That said, the room around them has a lot of things. It's all in one room, but there's a kitchenette in one corner, a couch next to a coffee table and two armchairs which are all around a hearth, and then a bed in the other far corner. Many nitnacks around the room outside of that and on the walls. There's obviously electricity (the fan and overhead light show that) and windows to look out into the woods, but there isn't much in the way of electronics other than that light and a lamp next to the bed. ]

I can't tell you that.

[that smile doesn't help anything, and she takes another step away from him. she doesn't think being frightened will help anything, but she can't exactly stop her heart from racing or her brain speeding along at the speed of light and imagining a million terrible outcomes.

her eyes dart around the room, searching for something she use in case one of those terrible outcomes starts to come true. the lamp? the poker by the fire? something from the kitchen? he'll probably snap her wrist anyway, but it's worth a shot.

not yet, though. maybe she can get some answers out of him first...]

You can't even tell me what we're in? [it's a cabin, but is it his? is it part of something bigger? is she going to feel bad if she trashes it?] Then... what do you want from me?

It's a cabin, obviously. It's far off from any civilian populations - [ And his smirk comes up now, his smile changing to be a little bit more sinister. If it weren't on this monster of a man, it might come off teasing. As it is, it comes off more hungry than anything, like some predator toying with an amusing prey animal ] But come on, you're just proving what people think about blondes with overactive mamos like that anyway right with those questions.

[she scowls at him, afraid of doing anything more than that, but his comment prompts her to find her courage and move towards him with purpose, keeping her eyes on his (even though she practically has to look straight up to do so).]

I'm asking because I don't know. I don't even know why you have me! I didn't do anything to you. So you [she swats at his chest and huffs] should lay off, and answer me instead.

[there's a voice in her head that tells her that was a very bad idea, but she's not going to back down. not yet.]

[ HHRRN. Date's grin gets even more feral, even more hungry. His initial assessment of her was off in the first place. The swat he barely even feels, but despite himself, he finds a hand shooting out to grab hold of her wrist, pulling the hand up a bit and leering down at her. She doesn't know? Doesn't know why she's here...? ]

You're less of a cow and more of a badger, aren't you? Okay, I'll bite. [ And his toothy grin really. Doesn't go well with that. ]

You're here because my organization - which represents Justice - knows a certain criminal is going to come out here to find you, knowing we've got you. But in order for the plan to work, I can't tell you where here is. In case, of course, you're actually a criminal.

[ But he seems to salivate a little at the idea of her being ... a criminal... ]

[there's a yelp of surprise as he grabs her, her eyes going wide before she turns her face away from him, eyes shut tightly. she doesn't want to be frightened of him, or let that fear prevent her from taking even more action, but he's unlike anything she's ever been up against. small bursts... she can fight back in small bursts. not all at once. not against him.

she listens to him, opening her eyes as she takes a few deep breaths to steady herself, looking back at him with a glare, trying to yank her wrist from his grip.] You've got the wrong girl! [and for all her ferocity, her voice still shakes.] I don't know any criminals, and whoever you're trying to get won't come for me. [but what if no one at all did? would they let her go? would she be stuck here forever?]

They will, our intelligence never fails. [ He opens his hand, releasing Milly's wrist. The pulls back that hand so he might tug on the gloves on it, which were moved around a little by her struggle. He exhaled through his nose, and then looked her square in the eyes, his glasses glinting a little in the dim lighting of the cabin ]

But, if that sinful body somehow doesn't get their jimmies jumping up to try and get you back, then we'll just have to change the plan. As long as you're innocent, you have nothing to worry about from my Justice.

[she pulls her arm away from him sharply, but doesn't move away from him or avert her eyes from him.]

No one is coming for me. [her tone is threatening, but all she's done is scare herself a little more. who are they even trying to get? she can't even imagine anyone she knows being a criminal, or in love with her, or willing to save her... it doesn't make any sense. they absolutely kidnapped the wrong blonde. her expression shifts into something less fierce for a moment, her thoughts twisting it into something worried and almost sad, but she catches herself, and she scowls once more.]

Well, I am innocent, but it doesn't feel like I'm safe from you.

Then don't look at me. [ He grunts this, gesturing around the cabin with his neck. They're coming for her. They're coming, and he's completely sure of it - he trusts ins his own sense of Justice. And he's sure that the Justice here is Solid. It's rock solid, even. (the justice is his penis, he's got an erection, but it doesn't totally show in his pants)

either way, he shrugs ]

But if he doesn't come for you, then we'll just return you. Though it does prove he's without fangs.

That's not the problem. [it's part of the problem, but his appearance is the least of her worries.] And you should spare us all the trouble and return me now. You're waiting for something that will never happen. [frowning, she sighs and runs her hand through her hair, looking around the room to decide on what to do next. try to bash his head in? climb out a window? sleep? maybe just... wait? maybe someone would actually come for her. all her plans seemed too hasty, though. she'd think of something once he left. unless...

she glances to him, and crosses her arms.] Are you going to stay here?

Well someone needs to keep you safe and cozy don't they?

[ It's said with some humor, as if there's s a cruel joke in there. But as he says it, he also blatantly checks her out again. ]

[the way he says that fires her up again, and she's ready to launch into a tirade as she tries to get in his face, her body brushing against his. she jabs a finger against his chest and opens her mouth to yell, but she gets distracted. there's something against her stomach, and she knows exactly what it is.

she keeps her finger against his chest, but all her fierce words have vanished. instead, her cheeks go a bit pink, and she tries to figure out why she's not exactly disgusted. why is she not disgusted?!] That... that won't be necessary.

[ He inhales sharply though his nose, and he looks down at her, reaching up to tug on his gloves again. It was as if he was pulling come clothing closer to himself, because somewhere else was tight on him, and brushing up against her. Instead, his smirk, still pronounced, keeps on his fave. ]

Don't turn into some demure mare on me. [ Hahaha ] Or should we skip the introductions, and give some shame to that target of ours?

[there's a split second where it occurs to her that she's been going about this all wrong. brute force will get her nowhere with him. her tactics need a more... feminine touch.

she presses herself against him-- she's never been afraid of any man's arousal-- and sneers at him.] If you think I'm anything close to demure, you're mistaken. [she stays there for a moment, her chest against his, her eyes locked on him, then steps away from him, turning her back to him as she crosses her arms.] And if you're expecting me to give you anything, try again. You'd need much more than introductions to have a shot with me.

[ If anything, he seems to perk up even more when her chest presses against him, his massive rod down thee becoming even more bulging, even more ... something. And when she pulls back, he's left with a large visible erection, looking like it might threat to rip his pants entirely, somehow. But he growls, crossing his arms himself, and taking one step forward which seems to shake the cabin floor a little ]

Hnn, so you're a fox, after all - some sly vixen, seducing the just and unjust alike. That's what I thought in the first place - what a shame to have theor cowtits on you.

[ He himself sneers at her back, laughing to himself at the irony. Alas, that he can't unleash his Justice ]

[it's much easier to stand her ground when she can't see him looming over her. it's dangerous to take her eyes away from him, but even as the floor shakes, she keeps her cool.]

You make an awful lot of assumptions about me. And not one of them has been right so far. Do you think insulting me is going to win me over? [she runs her hand through her hair slowly, brushing it away from her neck as her fingertips trace down the side of her neck to her collarbone.]

Are you really as complicated as you want to imply, vixen? It's not like I need to know everything about you... or even that I'm intending to "win you over."

[ He laughs at this, regaining his cool. She's toying with him... she's taunting him. Oh sure, he might be hard, he might be throbbing. He might be ready to make a move, but instead, he adjusts his glasses again. He licks his lips. ]

Did you think you wee in a fairy tale? With legs and a rack like that - you sure aren't in some pretty dress.

[she's just reined in control for herself, so no matter how he taunts her, she won't turn around. the hand at her side balls up into a fist, digging her nails into her palm, but she releases it silently.]

No, I didn't. I'm not stupid enough to think that this is anything more than a nightmare. I'm not a princess, and you're not a knight in shining armour.

[he might be right about her being a vixen, though. she lifts her arms over her head to stretch, arching her back slightly with a soft groan. if he's going to call her name, then she's going to make that erection of his worse. it's all fair.]

[ He narrows his eyes, and a little bit softer, he responds to her again, standing his ground. Would it be a loss for him to move? It would to back down, and would he lose to touch her? Does it matter? She has no power over him, and she has to know it. She knows it. He exhales and gives a lightly exasperated voice ]

Knights aren't all that great anyway. Their personal agendas and quests sure aren't Justice.

[ But he then becomes a bit more of himself, reaching up one hand to stroke his beard. ]

But if you're not a princess, who are you, vixen?

If a knight isn't what I should want, then what is? I need something to believe in.

[she crosses her arms and juts her hip out to the side, thinking for a moment on how to respond. when she finds her voice again, she turns her head towards him, and rests her chin against her shoulder.]

Milly. Milly Ashford. [and there's more to her, and more she would say, but it doesn't matter all that much right now.] And who are you?

[ He knew he name, of course. It was on her dossier. For his part, though, he wanted her to introduce herself before he introduced himself. He wanted them to "get along" her, so they could "enjoy" their time here. Ideally, he might make her body feel something better than the cretinous, fangless criminal they would take out by week's end, to show her the true Might and Power of Justice. But no, right now, he just laughs in a cruel sounding way - no. Not even cruel, just brutal. Like some animals's laugh ]

Juusui Date. I'm from the Kagome Organization.

[ No one would have ever heard of them, but. ]

And if you're as strong as you present, shouldn't you believe in yourself?

[his laugh gets her to flinch a little, and she takes a deep breath to steady herself.]

What would like me to call you? [his name was a bit of a mystery to her, like all japanese names were. given name, family name? mr. date? juusui? A Mystery. better to ask than to assume wrongly and have him laugh at her. or worse... who knew.

standing a little bit taller and facing forward again, her arms fall away from her, fingertips meeting to brush against each other.]

I do believe in myself. But sometimes, that's not enough.

Call me whatever you want - you should show your courage. That's what you want to show for yourself, right?

[ For his part, he shrugs, looking her over, and keeping his eyes timed on her, evenly enough for having a huge raging hard on and adjusting his glasses a little to better look down at her. But while he said it like that, he then paused, tilted his head somewhat, and - ]

You could call me Date.

Showing my courage wouldn't be me calling you names, or angering you with them.

[her voice is calm and honest, but a bit softer. but if he wants to see courage, hers is in small doses. like her taking a deep breath and slowly turning to face him without fear. somehow, a name makes him less of a monster and more of a person. not one she likes, but one she doesn't have to fight constantly.]

Date it is. [she looks him in the eye, her heart racing and still a bit nervous, holding her breath for a moment. part of her feels like this is going to backfire, that he's going to laugh, but she won't flinch. she'll hold her own.]

But what should I call you?

[ Vixen. He probably won't call her by name but he's going to give her that option to spell it out ]

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