Harringroveweek Day 3-

Tonight's Grimm Story: Beauty and the Beast

"For who could ever learn to love a beast?" Billy recites in a dull, pantomime drawl, their eyes a river of untold stories buried deep beneath the surface.

"Don't... don't say that," Steph whispers, wrapping her robe tighter.

"What? Beast? That's what I am, Harrington! That's all I am."

"Stop saying it!"

"Does the word offend you? Does it scare you? Good! Go on, get the fuck out of here."

Shaking like a leaf, Steph steps into the candlelight, revealing elongated teeth and blood-red eyes. "I can't."

To their credit, Billy remains calm, even letting out a dry chuckle. "I see," they say almost sorrowfully. "We always find each other, don't we?"

Steph allows her aching mouth to curl into a sad excuse for a smile. "We aren't in the dark, though."

Billy reluctantly tears their eyes away from her and the candelabrum, uniting with the shadows once more. "Yeah? Well, maybe that's where some of us belong."

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T4T + Queer | Byergrove | Nonbinary Jonathan (He/They) | Genderfluid Billy (He/She/They)

“You should wear red more.” Billy purred in his ear, drawing a chuckled from their lips before he rubbed them together.

“You just want me in your colour.” Jonathan quipped knowingly.

“Maybe.” She slipped her arms around them and grinned, sparkly pink lips sticking to Jonathan’s cheek as they kissed it, the scent of tobacco in her soft curls. “Or, I just wanna kiss it off you.”

“Oh?”

“Mm. Oh.”

“…Let me clean this up real quick—“ They scrambled to clean up and Billy laughed.

“Get your ass on that bed before I change my mind, cherry lips.”

“Bed’s too far.” Jonathan turned in his seat to snatch her waist and grinned, hands under their skirt to find the waistband of stockings. Billy tilted their chin up with two fingers and the other melted beneath those ocean blue eyes.

“I’m gonna cover you in red, baby.” She promised in a whisper and Jonathan shivered as they were kissed breathless.