tale as old as time

Samuel LeBeau Jr. Son of Belle and the Beast Only 17 and hella cursed.

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you’ve got a friend in me ; max

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“Unless those kisses come with cupcakes, I’m too old to be babied!” he declares. “But, today’s my turn for spoiling you. I made you a present, but you can’t have it until all the cupcakes have been eaten!” He finishes his exclamation with an unintentional hiccup. It makes him giggle at himself. Fitting, giving how he’s as harmless as the smiling sun-baby from Teletubbies. 

Well, he’s harmless until his lack of anger management gets in the way. The mere thought of the morning’s outburst has him covering his face in embarrassment. What on earth is wrong with him? The tail that was wagging in excitement only moments ago now drooped lifelessly, just like his mood. 

“It’s been more than just a few bad days,” he whines. “Dad told me that he didn’t want anymore calls from the academy. He’s going to eat me alive! You know how he gets! We yell at each other, then throw stuff for awhile, then yell some more, and slam our doors.”

Samuel whines in protest, kicking his feet against the ground as he feels himself getting all worked up again. It’s been easier and easier for him to get angry lately; he worries what it could mean for him or what his moods are hinting at. “He’s such a jerk sometimes,” he huffs. “Maxiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine, he hates meeeeee.”

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“No presents until we finish the cupcakes?” She asks, voice obviously dripping with amusement. “We better get to work on those cupcakes then, at least, if I want to open the present you made for me.” Truth be told, Maxine is just as excited as Junior is but they both that one of them needs to stay levelheaded and mature about the whole situation– a role that the princess doesn’t mind playing at all. She takes out another perfectly iced red velvet cupcake and holds it up to her best friend’s lips lovingly. 

Sensing the drop in his mood, Max is quick to pull her best friend into the warmth and comfort of her embrace. She doesn’t need him to explain because even without words, she already understands what he feels– a testament to how strong their friendship really is. 

“And I’m telling you that I’m going to handle it. You believe in me, don’t you?” Soft palms cup his chubby cheeks to soothe away all his worries. Her eyes shine with sincerity as she reassures him that she will handle it. No harm will ever come to Samuel for as long as Maxine is around; it’s a promise she made when they were kids and she’s fully intent on keeping that promise all their lives. 

A soft kiss is pressed on his forehead and then another set of kisses on each of his cheeks. She hopes that the onslaught of affection would calm him down and hold him back from another bout of his temper tantrums. “Don’t be silly, baby, he doesn’t hate you. He just loves you a whole lot that he ends up worrying too much. Trust me, okay? I’ll handle it.” 

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The affection soothes his rampant emotions, although some frustration remains. He tends to physically lash out – slashing, throwing, ripping, biting – when he feels like this, but he refrains. It’s safer to stuff his face and be coddled by Maxine than risk expulsion.

Samuel makes a face at the term of endearment, but let’s be real: he still collects action figures. He supposes that he can be rather childish at times, especially for a future king. Plus, he had the emotional maturity of a four year-old if one were to look at his permanent record. But, he likes to think that he can be regal and professional when the situation calls for it.

Nevertheless, his best friend had a way of calming him down that the castle staff believed to be magic. He melts into her arms with a sigh, then licks frosting off the corners of his mouth. Even though she promises to handle the situation, he can't help but be a worrier. He frets over everything from mismatching socks to thinking he forgot to turn off the lamplight on his desk. Lately, all his worries had been centered around Arielle and her perception of him. "Of course I believe you, it's just that I can't help but worry," he says.

"How do you make these cupcakes taste so good? Are you cheating and using magic?" he asks. "I swore off sweets a month ago because prom season is coming up! But here I am, gulping down a batch of cupcakes. Do you think if I ask Arielle months in advance, she'll say yes? If I ask too late, she might agree to go with someone else. And...you're going with Adriel, right? You'd make a cute couple!"

[fbxsamuel-blog]

bad omens ; maxine {nightmare}

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“Why?” she laughs. “This grovelling mutt is the offspring of a man I hate, whose father I hate even more.” She upturns her nose at the boy she’s cursed, stripped of everything down to his very voice. 

However, the mention of his grandfather is news to Samuel. His father’s parents had been – reportedly – drowned in a sunken ship abroad. The sudden death had thrown his father into grief, to which the household staff tried to fix by giving him everything he desired. But nothing filled the hole his parents had left in his heart. Instead, the hole was filled with bitterness and entitlement that had gotten him cursed.

“I made sure that this curse will always be in this family’s blood,” she says. “I wanted Sammy’s grandfather to know how his descendants would suffer – to be made, as they rightfully deserved, into hideous little beasts.”

She leans down, kneeling before the wheezing young man in a cage. Her hand darts between the bars and she yanks Samuel’s chin forward. Her nails dig into his skin and he cries out, although it’s more of a howl, in pain. 

“Why don’t you just give in, you stupid boy? It’s in your nature. I made it to be in your nature. I made it so being a hero would destroy, make you want to be cruel, ” she says, teeth gritting. “But you keep fighting to be good, and I can’t touch you until that last petal falls.” The Enchantress yanks his chin again, forcing him to stare at Maxine in the distance.

“Why do you make her suffer like this? You’ve been hurting her all these years, making her watch your little battles between good and evil,” she says, loud enough for Maxine to hear. “Did you ever think that she wants you to go?”

The Enchantress’ face turns from angry, to sickly sincere in a heartbeat. She lowers her tone and drags her words, as if talking to a baby. “She’s too nice to be honest with a pitiful thing like you, my dear. But don’t you think it’d be easier on everyone if you simply…let go? Tell me you give up and we can stop all this pain right now, no need to wait for the rose.” 

Samuel appears to consider it. 

“That’s right,” she says, brushing his hair back. “No more hurting the people you love.The best part is that you’ll never remember that you ever loved them, so there’s no regrets. You’ll be with me forever and ever.” She cups his cheek gently and his eyes glaze over, a clear sign of magic being used. “That sounds nice, doesn’t it?” 

He’s vaguely aware of the persuasion magic making him nod his head, all while looking Maxine square in the eyes. The Enchantress switches to forcefully jabbing his forehead with her index finger, as if trying to drill her words into his brain. “A simple, stupid little animal that won’t feel this pain ever again? Doesn’t that sound like a relief? Just tell me ‘yes’ and we can start right now.” 

Samuel feels the magic clouding his logic and tampering with his memories. Without his permission, the Enchantress can’t do anything permanent to him until his eighteenth birthday. But, it doesn’t mean she won’t use every dirty trick she can to keep Samuel away from true love. Fear shines in Samuel’s eyes as he’s actually tempted by the offer. He opens his mouth and deals with fear as he always has: by calling Maxine’s name. 

[fbmaxine-blog]

Maxine doesn’t know how she does it but when she closes her eyes and focuses solely on Samuel, she is somehow able to untangle herself from her bindings and make her way over to him. Her lithe body slips through the spaces between the bars keeping him captive and she pulls the fearful prince into the reassuring comfort of her arms. She shushes away his whimpers and his tears with loving kisses and a tight embrace leaving the Enchantress extremely bewildered and confused.  

“H-how did this happen?” She stutters out and it’s the first time Maxine and Samuel are hearing a sort of fear present in her voice. It’s a small victory but it’s enough to remind them that goodness still very much exists in the world. 

Anger fills the princess and it makes her blue eyes shine brightly– the sheer desire to protect Samuel making her do the impossible things. Her fears are secondary when it’s her best friend’s life on the line and heaven knows that Maxine doesn’t have to think twice about putting her own life on the line if it means being able to save Samuel from the curse and the evil ways of the Enchantress. “Get away from him, you vile filthy creature!” She shouts as her arms remain to be a protective shield around him. 

“You go around preaching about the importance of beauty and kindness from within yet you do all of these horrible things! You are nothing but a hypocrite!!” It’s the first time the princess has ever been this angry but hell hath no fury like Maxine wanting to protect Junior. The Enchantress looks at her shocked and Maxine takes advantage of it by continuing her speech. “You’re wrong about everything! So many people love Samuel just the way he is. I love him for who he is and just the way he is right now. Your curse doesn’t stop me from loving him and I will always always love him regardless of his appearance. So, here’s a news flash for you: nothing you do will make you win over us because love and goodness always win.” 

[fbxsamuel-blog]

"It’s not just about appearances, you foolish girl,” says the woman. “He hides how much being cruel delights him, how being bad makes him feel so good. No matter how hard he tries, his nature will always be the same.”

She takes wary steps backwards, as if Maxine’s words act like a repellent. The princess’ nature frustrates her as much as it frightens her, for she can’t lay a finger on her. But, Samuel was another story. If she pushed him far enough, perhaps he’d crack before realizing Arielle was his soulmate.

“Why don’t you tell Maxine how dark your heart is?” she taunts. “No, how about I tell her?” The smirk returns to her face. “Do you remember that ugly rodent your little brother had?”

“St-stop, I was a little kid.”

“You were throwing quite the temper, if I do recall. You took that poor, innocent creature and squeezed it as hard as you could. You didn't mean to kill the little thing, but you felt great afterwards. Nobody knows it was you; you bit into it, left the cage open, and made your brother think the dog had gotten into it. You were so proud of your cleverness, I almost pitied you.”

“Y-y-you’re twisting what actually happened.”

“When the other children played pretend, you always volunteered to be the villain. Your excuse was nobody else wanted to, but it’s always been your fantasy. What about when they all ignored you? And you sat on the playground alone, so frustrated they wouldn’t accept you? You’d take your little thumb over an anthill, then crush the bugs one by one.

Samuel shuts his eyes tight, clamps his hands over his ears, and shakes his head. He didn't want to listen to her. He didn't want to be fooled. He didn't want to have to agree with her. "Stop it!" he shouts.

But, the Enchantress continues on her little rant. "What about your little fight with Alistair?" she asks. "You loved the taste of blood -- it took all your strength not to go for more -- and what did you do afterwards? Slink to the locker room to lick yourself clean. I'm not sure if you saw the pity in Adriel's eyes when he patched you up--"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear it!"

Yet, he knows that she wouldn't listen. If the endless tears streaming down his cheeks weren't enough to convince her, then he didn't know what could. The woman continues on in her light, breezy voice and looks to Maxine. "Do you really know this boy? He hides himself in the West Wing for a reason, you know. Yes, he's only a hop and a skip over from becoming a true animal. Little Samuel, come to me before you hurt your friend. It's getting harder and harder to control your anger, isn't it?"

In that instant, he realizes that the Enchantress had been getting him frustrated on purpose. He hadn't noticed how hard he gritted his teeth or how heavy his breaths were until now. "M-Maxine, she...she's right ab-about all those things! I really am horrid and I...I don't want to hurt you I give...I give..."

The Enchantress leans forward in excitement, her fingers twitching as she waits for the young boy to surrender. Just add one more word, and he loses to the curse. One. More. Word.

[liladxve]

it took every ounce of willpower to hold a straight face through out the other kids fumbling. it reminded him of the first time he met marci to be honest. doe eyed innocent youth minus the nervous snort that kept happening of course. oh these goody two shoes. “no worries bro, it’s all good. i never thought too much about it.” 

eyeing him once more, he listened to the prince’s woes. guess the happily ever after life wasn’t all it cracked up to be. but a crown prince of a kingdom, he was surprised to hear “bullying” come out of his mouth. if jaye were him, he would demand respect from anyone he meets but then again, they were from two different worlds.

“so you want to be mean and scary?” the way jaye saw it, all he needed to do was do something a little crazy. stir a little fear in the heart of the simpletons in this school. get into a fight or actually stand up for himself for gods sake. but it seems samuel was just too afraid to act so boldly so why not a little provocation instead. 

pushing samuel’s shoulder hard against the wall, a cocky grin graced his face. “so stop being a little pansy then. you’re a child of a beast start acting like it.” he said reaching out to pull his tie. jaye was use to being the bad guy, played the role well and honestly he just wanted to see how far he could get until the boy finally snapped on him. or if he would snap at all. a social experiment if you will, to see if the beast could truly be a beast.

“come on sammy, you talk about people walking all over you. about people bullying you, for what? you’re a fucking prince. demand some damn respect. maman and papa aren’t going to protect you forever, so show me that right hook ya monster.”

[fbxsamuel-blog]

“When you’re a prince you’re, uh, n-not supposed to behave like a beast?” he says. There’s a mixture of emotions brewing in his stomach that he doesn’t know how to handle. Then again, he’s not sure how many people consider hiding their head in a toilet bowl and slitting someone’s throat at the same time. “It defeats the purpose of trying to br-break the curse, if I act like wh-wh-what it’s trying to turn me into.”

Oh gosh, he can’t handle tight things around his neck. He’s quick to slash his tie to free his neck, as well as yank his shirt collar open so hard that two buttons fly off. Being called a monster didn’t settle his emotions either. His hands shake as he lowers them to his sides, albeit with a lot of visible effort.

“My dad isn’t even a beast anymore,” he says, once again snorting from nerves. “He’s, um, a very normal human.” It’s always frustrated him with how easily he gets worked up from a few, nasty words. Name-calling shouldn’t hurt the feelings of royalty, but being called a ‘monster’ already makes his eyes sting with tears. “P-please leave me alone,” he says. Even then, there’s no authority to his voice; it might as well be a suggestion rather than a demand.

Samuel looks around as if a savior were to materialize before him, but they were alone in the restroom. “Thank you for the pep talk, but...um, I’m late?” he says. Damn, he can’t even tell a convincing lie.

He glances out the corners of his eyes at the door, and the movement pushes a tear or two down his face. If he could get around Jaye, maybe he could make a beeline out the door and into the nurse’s office. She wouldn’t question him, not when he hid there so many times a day. “Yeah, I’m really late! I was going to...go to the art room and...uh...give Marci a teapot I made in ceramics!”

[fbxsamuel-blog]

bad omens ; maxine {nightmare}

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Maxine blinks her eyes open to haze. Her limbs feel stiff from being immobile for hours and it takes a few seconds before she recognizes the sensations in her fingers and in her toes. But rather than being able to move, she feels trapped in her own body– she tries to lift her arms and even wiggle her toes but to no avail. 

A surge of fear blossoms in her chest then but before the panic sets in, the scenery around her changes and the misty air separates until she’s left looking at Samuel. Her eyes register absolute confusion and she wants to reach out to him and pull him close but she can’t. She looks down and finds her limbs secured by countless white threads and further inspection leads her to the huge spider web she’s tied to. Now, the panic truly sets in and she begins to struggle– the web-like thread cutting into her milky white skin. 

“J-Junior???” She calls out, her voice sounding broken and raspy even to her own ears. 

Her best friend turns to look at her but he cannot speak; instead, the look of recognition in his eyes is accompanied by anguish and fear. She knows then that something is wrong. The nightmare feels too real to be just a figment of her imagination and she struggles more against her bindings in an effort to wake up. 

“You’re just as stubborn as your best friend.” A voice speaks from the side, one that Maxine has never heard in her life. “But what did I expect? I should have given you a rose too had it not been for your fairy godmother protecting you.” A million and one thoughts run through her mind as she thinks about who the voice belongs to; Maxine is intelligent and in no time at all, she figures it out. 

The Enchantress reveals herself to Maxine with a sinister smile that doesn’t match the beauty and purity of her clothes. Anger surges through her body then for this was the being responsible for all of Samuel’s suffering. “Why are you doing this to him? Why are you doing this to us?” 

[fbxsamuel-blog]

“Why?” she laughs. “This grovelling mutt is the offspring of a man I hate, whose father I hate even more.” She upturns her nose at the boy she’s cursed, stripped of everything down to his very voice. 

However, the mention of his grandfather is news to Samuel. His father’s parents had been -- reportedly -- drowned in a sunken ship abroad. The sudden death had thrown his father into grief, to which the household staff tried to fix by giving him everything he desired. But nothing filled the hole his parents had left in his heart. Instead, the hole was filled with bitterness and entitlement that had gotten him cursed.

“I made sure that this curse will always be in this family’s blood,” she says. “I wanted Sammy’s grandfather to know how his descendants would suffer -- to be made, as they rightfully deserved, into hideous little beasts.”

She leans down, kneeling before the wheezing young man in a cage. Her hand darts between the bars and she yanks Samuel’s chin forward. Her nails dig into his skin and he cries out, although it’s more of a howl, in pain. 

“Why don’t you just give in, you stupid boy? It’s in your nature. I made it to be in your nature. I made it so being a hero would destroy, make you want to be cruel, ” she says, teeth gritting. “But you keep fighting to be good, and I can’t touch you until that last petal falls.” The Enchantress yanks his chin again, forcing him to stare at Maxine in the distance.

“Why do you make her suffer like this? You’ve been hurting her all these years, making her watch your little battles between good and evil,” she says, loud enough for Maxine to hear. “Did you ever think that she wants you to go?”

The Enchantress’ face turns from angry, to sickly sincere in a heartbeat. She lowers her tone and drags her words, as if talking to a baby. “She’s too nice to be honest with a pitiful thing like you, my dear. But don’t you think it’d be easier on everyone if you simply...let go? Tell me you give up and we can stop all this pain right now, no need to wait for the rose.” 

Samuel appears to consider it. 

“That’s right,” she says, brushing his hair back. “No more hurting the people you love.The best part is that you’ll never remember that you ever loved them, so there’s no regrets. You’ll be with me forever and ever.” She cups his cheek gently and his eyes glaze over, a clear sign of magic being used. “That sounds nice, doesn’t it?” 

He’s vaguely aware of the persuasion magic making him nod his head, all while looking Maxine square in the eyes. The Enchantress switches to forcefully jabbing his forehead with her index finger, as if trying to drill her words into his brain. “A simple, stupid little animal that won’t feel this pain ever again? Doesn’t that sound like a relief? Just tell me ‘yes’ and we can start right now.” 

Samuel feels the magic clouding his logic and tampering with his memories. Without his permission, the Enchantress can’t do anything permanent to him until his eighteenth birthday. But, it doesn’t mean she won’t use every dirty trick she can to keep Samuel away from true love. Fear shines in Samuel’s eyes as he’s actually tempted by the offer. He opens his mouth and deals with fear as he always has: by calling Maxine’s name. 

[cithara-musing]

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this is samuel showing off for @fbarielle, trying to have @fbmaxine stop babying him, or prove his manliness to @fbxaristide and @fbxalistair

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♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

Today is worth celebrating. Samuel had walked – although his father pointed out it was more of a waddle – across an entire room on his own in the morning. Most preschoolers had mastered walking on two legs, but Sam was an exception. 

He’d been strapped into braces around his knees and back, then stuffed into special shoes to keep his balance. Unless someone devised a way to switch skeletons, that was the most that could be done for the boy. Their family’s private doctor had never seen a case quite like Samuel’s. Then again, the doctor never had little boys with horns and claws visit him before. There was fancy terminology for the odd bends his patient’s bones, but he hadn’t wanted to bore the five-year old to sleep. He explained it all as simply as possible: “It looks like your bones wanted you on four legs, but changed their mind halfway there. But don’t worry, you’re a growing boy! These braces will have you right as rain, playing with the other boys on the playground in no time.” 

Samuel huffs and puffs as he teetered into the playroom. Every few steps threatened to throw him over. It wasn’t easy acquiring a new sense of balance after a childhood shuffling on his hands and knees. There’s a nasty lump on his forehead from when he’d crashed head-first into the dinner table. “I feel like the Tin Man,” he whines. “How long do I have to wear these dumb things? They’re stupid!”

He waddles towards Maxine, feeling like one of his baby brothers whom were just learning to walk. They didn’t end up with weird skeletons! It was totally unfair. Samuel’s movements are stiff as he picks up speed, wanting to reach his best friend faster.

His brain signals his nerves to: “Hold up Speed Racer, that’s enough progress for one day!” One misplaced step, and Samuel feels himself tipping backwards. His eyes widen, his arms pinwheel, and gasps. It doesn’t do him any good; his butt hits the floor and he feels tears welling in his eyes. At least his mom had been smart enough to see some foam padding into the back of his pants, so at least his rump wouldn’t turn into a singular, purple bruise. She’s also stuck a helmet on him and knee pads on his elbows, just in case. “I f-f-feel like a baby,” he says, his lips wobbling. “A big baby who can’t walk.” The whole situation is ridiculous, and Samuel cries until he’s red in the face.

The motherly instinct is strong in Maxine’s body, even at such a young age. She takes a scarf from the dress-up container, then uses it to dry Samuel’s eyes and wipe his nose. It’s Maxine who hoists him up, takes him by the hand, and leads him towards the windows. As frustrated as he is, Samuel joins her seated on the floor without complaint. The warm, afternoon sunlight streaming through the glass is just what Samuel needs to soothe himself. He unclips the buckle on his helmet, and feels fresh air tickling the roots of his hair. His short, brown locks are matted against his skull in epic helmet hair.

Before he knows it, his playmate combs the tangle out of his hair. The brushing gives his hair a slight bounce, but definitely couldn’t change the shape it’s been trapped in all morning. He leans back. He leans further back. He leans so far back, that his head now rests upon Maxine’s lap as she combs his hair. “I’m trying really, really hard,” he mumbles. “I want to play with you soon…run around after you instead of crawling around or…having Mrs Potts hold my hand.”

The preschooler’s long eyelashes flutter in an attempt to keep him awake. It’s no use. Between the soothing tickle of a plastic comb and Maxine’s gentle humming, he’d be out cold in no time. “I’ll follow you around like those baby ducklings at the park,” he murmurs. “I won’t have to sit on a dumb picnic blanket and just watch.” His words get less and less comprehensible as his eyes ease shut. “I can’t wait to play with you,” he says. Samuel pops a thumb into his mouth, turns into his side, and falls fast asleep.

He dreams of running fast and free, trailing after his elder sister on the playground. Maybe, he could play on the monkey bars once he caught up to her. He’s always wanted to try them. 

[cheetahswolf]

[liladxve]

watching this kid pick at his face was somewhat entertaining. and while jaye couldn’t say much about whatever internal struggle he was going through right now, he knew enough about the dear prince to wonder what he was so damn frustrated about. 

a kid of a royal. the beauty and the beast, ruling a whole land complete with talking furniture and that one sassy ass teapot. but I guess a name like that had to come with some bad features. a beast just like his father, I guess monster-esque looks could be somewhat annoying. 

“uh huh.” jaye said with a smirk, sticking his hand under the now running away finally available to him. “of course you were.” 

realizing he had been focusing too much on befriending the villainous spawns of this school, jaye hadn’t payed much attention to royals like samuel. they did share a math class after all, personal finance to be exact, so it was odd that they never spoke. but then again, the kid was only here for one thing and making too many friends at this school was something his father warned him about. 

“samuel right? lebeau? we have a math class together but I don’t think we ever spoke. looks like your going through something though.” reaching over to dry his hands, he shot the boy a innocent grin. “the names jaye by the way. jaye facilier.” 

[fbxsamuel-blog]

“Yes, Samuel Lebeau of France!” he squeaked.“I-Know-That-I-Look-Like-A-Monster-But-My-Default-Setting-Is-Nerd-And-I’m-Only-Beastly-Half-The-Time!” 

Why did he have to be a nervous snorter? Honestly, there are days where he considers using his freakish body to become a gothic model for magazines. At least then, people wouldn’t realize he’s a total dork. He’s more intimidating when instructed to not move, talk, or even smile; just relax on the throne, then people will assume the worst for themselves.

The young man attempted to salvage whatever dignity he had left with the most regal, professional introduction he could make. “It’s a pleasure to officially--” SNORT. “--introduce ourselves, Jaye Facilier. ”

So much for dignity.

Samuel’s hands clamped over his mouth to muffle his little snort, but he was a second too late. “I hope you don’t think that I’ve been ignoring you all semester. I just, um, didn’t want to bother you while you were studying,” he explains. 

What’s the point of even trying to salvage himself at this point?

“I’m always going through something or other,” he said, giving a timid shrug. “I should be used to it by now, but...” 

He hesitated to give an honest answer, but caved in. 

“I’m not a scary person or a mean person,” he says. “Once people find out I wouldn’t -- intentionally -- hurt a fly, they walk all over me. Make fun of me and stuff, you know? Call me mutt and beast and monster. Sometimes I wish I had the courage to be mean and scary. At least then, all those bullies would leave me alone.”

[fbxsamuel-blog]

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + marci

Samuel has had more than enough to drink. 

“Marci? What do I think of Marci?” he repeats. “I just wanna…those chubby cheeks of his, make him look so innocent…but you could pull his hair back and…those thighs…and did I say you pull his hair back? Then nothing stops you from squeezing that thick ass.”

[fbxstar-blog]

The witch frowned at the other talking down about himself. “Hey don’t say that.” She couldn’t understand why the other was saying these things. The male looked like a nice guy. It made her sad that these things were being said at all, especially since it was coming from him.

When Samuel admitted never dating before she nodded in understanding. Star smiled slightly at him. “Ahhh, that’s why.“ She walked up to the to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Look, I know you want to make a good impression. But I believe you being yourself is more than enough for any girl. And I don’t believe you’re boring.” She offered the male a small smile and gestured towards him. “I mean look at the effort you did, that’s pretty awesome, adorable even. I don’t know why the girl wouldn’t pick you.”

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"If you knew me better, then you'd see how bad it gets," he says. "Once, I held up England's prime minister with a thirty minute conversation about potatoes. The history, the statistics, the cultural importance! I mean, it's not something you're supposed to talk to people about unless you're trying to put them to sleep!" 

Samuel cringes at the memory. He's tried reasoning with himself before, reminding himself that he'd only been fourteen at the time. But, he knew that he still held up important people with irrelevant factoids; he read so much, he was becoming a walking encyclopedia. He can talk about everything from an analysis of Kafka's short stories to the importance of the earth worm. 

"I snort when I laugh, my smile is ridiculous, and I'm a waddling klutz!" he whines. "What girl wants a guy who moves like a penguin?" His brows furrow as his lips twist to the side. Describing himself heightens his sense of self-loathing. "If I don't bore her to death, then I'd embarrass her to the grave."

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I want the K

Well, he’s always wanted to kiss a girl. 

He needs to be more careful for what he wishes for. One minute he’s caught in a challenging, bloodied-nose fight with Camille. The next minute, he’s socked so hard in the face that stars explode into his vision like fireworks. His world melts like a surrealist painting as he lurches forward. The ground feels yanked from underneath his feet and he falls, fast and hard. Samuel’s lips crash into Camille’s jawline, earning him a busted lip by the time he blacked out on the floor. It’s not the romantic ideal, but his wish had been granted. 

He never specified to the shooting stars that he wanted to kiss a girl without needing stitches afterwards.

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Nothing, absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared Amaru for the predicament he quite literally ran into that cursed morning. 

It was cursed the moment he had forgotten to set his alarm clock the night before, making him wake up not only too late to revise, but also to even get ready for the school day, given that it started at 8:30AM, and it took him 10 minutes to get his class. He had woken up at 8:16. 

Hurriedly slipping on his clothes and his shoes, the thought of perhaps using his bag to carry his books had slipped past his mind, his thought process only occupied by the words that his teacher had said the day before: There was going to be an exam, and the classroom doors were to be locked to optimise the test conditions, which right off the fucking bat, Amaru had every reason to criticise. What if someone needed the bathroom?

There was too little time to make an effort to roll his eyes, while his quick paced feet made him move faster than average– joining the track team was a good decision he made. His shortness of breath was ignored as of the moment as he ran up the flights of stairs, knees high with every step. He didn’t hear the sound of steps coming down towards him, simply looking ahead with determined eyes– If he kept this pace, he could make it. He could make it! Just one more flight and–

“What the FUCK, MOVE?!”

With a bang, two figures collided into each other, while a flurry of books flew up into the air, only to fall down the array of stairs that Amaru had just sprinted up. The books containing the notes he had to carry into the exam - which might he add was about to start in less than a minute, were included in the books that had fallen.

“…I want to die…”

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Samuel knows he's a klutz.There seems to be a blank in his DNA where his mother's grace should've gone. 

His fingers latch around the railing before he could tumble down the stairwell himself. He gasps, shoves his chunky glasses up his nose, and snorts. Oh, he'd always had that embarrassing snorting habit whenever he's nervous! 

Samuel stammers half-formed words, none uttered long enough to make an apology. He hurries down the stairs. Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh. The boy scoops up what books he can, but he knows the chances of making it to his exam are slim. With a pile of books in his arms, he looks back up at Amaru.

"I-I think you're folder fell between the banisters," he stammers. He peers down and sure enough, papers were scattered among the first floor down below. There were a few on the second floor as well. "I'm really s-s-sorry," he says. 

He runs back up the stairs, then offers only a few books in outstretched arms. "I-I think I might throw up," he gags. "I feel terrible for knocking your stuff over. I couldn't move out of the way quick enough."

Honestly, it's been like a rocket ship crashing into a penguin. No amount of frantic waddling would've gotten him out of the way fast enough. "Let me run downstairs! I can get your papers and, um, maybe you can still make it on time!"

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¶ + Iseul

There’s no other person that he would rather share breadsticks with. As hospitable he is, sharing food is a difficult task. Samuel takes pride in his dresser drawers of color coded candy bars, the rack of pies in the closet, and the breadsticks underneath his pillow. Luckily enough, his roommate shares his sugary habit. They both squirrel away food like war could break out any minute. With that much in common, becoming quick friends was natural. They’re rather open with each other, as long as there’s an open bag of chips between them.

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¶ + Aristide

Enemies since birth, they want nothing to do with each other. Sometimes they end up in the same classes, so communication is kept to a strict minimum. Samuel usually seizes opportunity when he can; he’ll sit behind Aristide to pelt him with spit-balls throughout entire lectures. It never ceases to make Samuel smile. Nothing irked Gaston’s son more than being coated in beastie drool!

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kink thing + arielle 🌚

Samuel is D R U N K.

The Enchantress needn’t punish him; the hangover he’d have in the morning would be punishment enough. He laughs and answers the question between hiccups. “ “You could suck on that pale skin until it’s bright red and…her hair is so silky soft and brushes on her bare back…perky breasts…her ass is kinda small – it’s no marci – but you have enough to squeeze…her fingers are so soft that I want them to just…oh, Arielle.”

And with that, his forehead connects with the library table as he passes out for the night.

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♕:Holding hands

They weren’t even dating, but it’s easy for classmates to mistake them as a couple anyway. Samuel and Marcello were equally cuddly boys, never finding any problems with physical affection. They could squish their faces together just as easily as pecks on the cheek. Back hugs, side hugs, front hugs --hell, they’d go diagonal if they could. 

Samuel sees the forest prince’s glossy, silky hair even in the crowd of busy students. He’s not going to let his friend pass by without greeting. He weasels his way through jutting elbows and pushy shoulders. Samuel all but tackles Marci from behind. “Surprise!” he cheers. 

He doesn’t know where Marci’s headed, but it doesn’t matter. 

Samuel intertwines their fingers and swings their hands as they keep walking, his cheery voice asking questions all the way.