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Monster and 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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"Why not? They're true."
At least, that's what LeFou meant to say. It came out as more of a whisper, or a whimper - because Hunter was so close, and it was almost as if he was going to kiss LeFou, and LeFou thought he probably shouldn't want that to happen because he wanted Gaston, didn't he? He just wanted Gaston, and other men were nothing to him, and this remarkably kind stranger - Hunter - Hunter was probably right, he was probably just confused. But that didn't stop him hoping, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to imagine the press of lips against his own.
"I am," he managed, slightly louder.

"Shame... I would rather enjoy kissing a man who had confidence in himself." Hunter shook his head again, stepping away.

LeFou whimpered, disappointed, frustrated and confused. Then he took a deep breath and tried to be brave, though he refused to make eye contact.
"Were you confident the first time someone kissed you?"

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Hunter gently caressed a finger along LeFou's jawline. "I was told that True Love's kiss would end my curse."

"And I had thought that the man of my dreams loved me. So I had walked through a crowded room to approach him... facing everyone who stared at me and judged me... and I kissed him."

"He didn't love me. The curse didn't break."

"But... I will never regret being that bold. It helped me to accept who I was and who I wanted to be."

"I don't know if I can be that brave," LeFou admitted, "I might need some help." He raised his chin slightly to make eye contact, and while there was no small amount of nervousness in his gaze there was plenty of longing, too.

"I want to be able to help you." Hunter admitted softly. He felt a longing in his heart for LeFou too. But there was a part of him that feared that he would just be a poor replacement for the man who occupied LeFou's heart.

"I just want to do what is right, for you."

LeFou didn't know what was right for him. He'd spent so long not knowing if he wanted to be Gaston or be with him that his creeping sense of dissatisfaction with the man had frightened him. He'd fought it tooth and nail, trying to maintain his own miserable status quo.

And then Hunter had come to check on him, and despite his somewhat fearsome appearance he had been very kind. He's also managed to make LeFou's stomach churn alarmingly. Now it felt as if his brain was churning, too.

"I don't know what is right," he told Hunter, "but... Perhaps this is alright, for now?"
He held out a hand - trembling slightly, he hoped Hunter didn't notice - and brushed it against the other man's knuckles before linking their fingers and smiling warily at his new friend.

Hunter smiled when LeFou linked their fingers together. "More than alright."

"Shall we continue our walk?" It was slightly romantic in a way, a moonlit path waiting for them. Holding each other's hand.

LeFou let out a deep sigh of relief; he'd been afraid that Hunter might object.
"I think we should." He smiled at him and began to move down the path again. The walk would give him some time to process his feelings, and to get used to the completely alien feeling of a hand in his own.

They walked in silence for a while, following the path until it lead to a lake-side clearing. Hunter led LeFou over to a gazebo that looked over the lake, and sat down on one of the benches in the gazebo. He left the decision of where to sit to LeFou, as there was the option of sitting beside Hunter, or sitting across from him on another bench.

There were a few roses that covered the outside of the gazebo.

"This is one of my favorite places to come and think. It is always quiet here."

LeFou didn't sit down at all, for a moment, too busy leaning over to sniff a rose. Then he took the seat next to Hunter, sitting close at first before getting self-conscious and scooting away a little. Hunter probably wanted some personal space, after all.
"It's beautiful."

Hunter waited until LeFou got comfortable, before reaching out to take the other man's hand in his again. "I hope you can consider this place your own sanctuary."

LeFou kept his eyes on their hands as he spoke.
"But it's yours." If he understood the other man at all, he was offering him something very precious - a place in his sanctuary. That meant a lot to LeFou.

Hunter laughed softly. He kept one hand holding onto LeFou's, but reached up with his other hand to tilt the mans' face upward slightly.

"I can't own a place like this."

LeFou laughed, a little nervously.
"I thought you said you were shallow." He didn't seem shallow at all to LeFou. And there he was, touching his face again. Looking into his eyes, LeFou didn't feel as worthless as Gaston had always told him he was.

"I was. But I have learned my lesson." He trailed a finger along LeFou's jawline gently. "I see such beauty within you."

LeFou lifted his free hand to touch Hunter's face, but hesitates, his fingers hovering just a fraction of an inch away from a scar. He was still a little afraid that he'd hurt him if he touched them, but he also didn't want Hunter to think that he was avoiding the damaged tissue out of disgust.
"But you, you're so..." He sighed. "You're nothing like Gaston." He'd never imagined that nothing like Gaston could seem so much like perfection.

"No. I am not." Hunter felt his heart aching a little. He didn't know how long LeFou would need to get over Gaston.

"I can't be like him. I can't be a replacement for him."

"No, no, you don't understand." LeFou wasn't used to explaining things to people - usually it had to be the other way round. "You don't make me feel bad like he does. And you're so kind. And... I like the way you look."
There was no denying that it took some getting used to, but the tattoos and scars were actually quite striking, and not in a bad way. The face underneath them wasn't bad-looking, either. But it was his eyes, the kindness and warmth in them, that had LeFou desperately trying to remind himself of any single redeeming quality Gaston might have. He didn't want to admit that he'd spent so long pining for a monster.

Hunter was a little conflicted. Everything that LeFou had just said had made his heart pound quickly in his chest. And he really felt like kissing the other man.

But, his rational side had to bring up reminders that LeFou shouldn't be pushed into something new too quickly. They could both get hurt.

"I must admit, I am falling for you." Hunter whispered softly.

LeFou's heart gave a painful squeeze. He had never imagined that somebody could feel that way about him - or he about them - especially so quickly. He had never really understood love, or anything like it, as a positive emotion. He had always fallen for the wrong people - well, person - and the wrong gender, and it had always been scary and upsetting.

Falling for Hunter wasn't like that. It felt safe, and warm. He was nervous, of course, afraid of doing something to mess it all up, but for the most part he felt better than he ever had, just from spending an evening with Hunter.
"I think I am too. For you, I mean. Not for myself, that would be just ridiculous."

"Then, perhaps if it is acceptable with you, I could start courting you." Hunter answers softly. Courting in his mind would take time. And that would allow LeFou to heal his heart, before getting into anything too serious.

"I- er- yes? That would be, er, very acceptable." LeFou blushed, feeling vaguely lost. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, though. I've, er, never been courted before."

"Simply, you might receive random presents or gifts from me. I would like to spend more time getting to know you. And being there for you..."

Hunter leaned in slightly. "And when you are ready, I would very much like to be your first kiss."

Honestly, LeFou would let him be his first kiss right now, if Hunter wanted. He's mesmerized by how close the other man is, by his eyes and the gentle expression on his face. He finally dares to reach out and trace the line of a scar.
"I'd like that, too."

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