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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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"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."

Hunter closes his eyes to the gentle touch against his face. He finds such pleasure in such a simple gesture.

And leaning in closer, he softly kissed LeFou's forehead. He didn't want to rush things between them, so had decided against kissing LeFou's lips.

"Good."

LeFou, on the other hand, tilted his face upwards as soon as Hunter's lips left his skin, seeking more contact. He bumped his nose against Hunter's, eyes closed.
"Mm." It was a vague sound of agreement, but he wasn't entirely sure what he was agreeing to. He was sort of caught up in the moment and didn't want it to end.

"I should really take you home, before I am tempted too much." Hunter whispers. He wasn't leaning away yet.

LeFou didn't say a word, just shook his head slightly and didn't move back. He didn't want to go home.

Hunter brushes his fingers lightly though LeFou's hair, just taking the moment to enjoy the quiet and their time together. It was nice in a way, that there were other ways to show his affection.

"I know you don't want to kiss me," LeFou told him quietly, "but do I have to go home?" He was really enjoying their gentle moment, and he dreaded the moment he'd have to return to his real life. This didn't feel real, but he wanted to cling to it.

"I do want to kiss you... I just don't know if this is the right time." Hunter laughed softly.

"But we can stay. I will do my best to remain respectfully."

"I can't believe it." LeFou grumbled. "I've wanted someone to respect me all my life, and now I wish you wouldn't be so respectful."

Hunter laughed again. "I can promise that the wait will be worth it."

LeFou smiled at that; he intended to hold him to it. He moved his face away from Hunter's, anyway, the proximity feeling awkward without any prospect of a kiss ensuing.
"Then I can wait. I want to get to know you. Will you tell me something about yourself?"

"What would you like to know? Anything specific?"

"Hmm, no - just something. Anything you choose." LeFou just wanted to have something to cherish in his mind, so that the night felt less like a wonderful dream. Hunter didn't feel like a stranger to LeFou, but he could certainly stand to know him better.

"Well, I am an artist. I enjoy painting. And writing. And I also have a slight passion for gardening... roses in particular." Hunter laughed softly.

"You paint?" LeFou was impressed; he'd never tried painting but he doubted he'd be any good at it. "I'd love to see your paintings."

And Hunter liked roses. Funnily enough, that wasn't surprising given their current location. He gestured vaguely at the roses around them.
"Are these your work?"

Hunter nodded. "I found this secluded place a couple of years ago, when my own heart was breaking. At that time, the gazebo was in poor repair. And it really helped me to take the time to repair the gazebo. And then also plant some rose bushes around it."

"It's beautiful." Hunter was beautiful, too, but LeFou didn't say so. He didn't dare. "Whoever broke your heart must be an idiot." People said LeFou was an idiot - Gaston, mostly - but even he wasn't stupid enough to want to hurt Hunter.

"He doesn't matter to me anymore." Hunter stands to select one of the roses, picking it gently off the bush.

Then he turns and presents the rose to LeFou. "You matter to me, much more."

LeFou took the rose and held it close to his chest, inhaling deeply.
"I know the feeling." He didn't know how he could be so besotted with Hunter, so quickly. Gaston who? He used his free hand to bring Hunter's own hand up to his lips, bashfully kissing the back of his hand. He didn't know what else to do to express his esteem.

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