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@lumiereswig kindly provided The BATB 12 Days of Christmas challenge with 12 separate writing prompts for us Beauty and the Beast lovers to participate with! ^_^

So here's my next one-shot :) It's not exactly the glimmer one might expect and it's not quite a Christmas-themed one-shot either. But I hope you enjoy!

4. Glimmer

Even as a man, Lumiere had always been an optimist. There was always a “light at the end of the tunnel” for him and he always raised others’ spirits with his demeanor and charm making their day light up a bit.

It had certainly been no wonder to anyone why he’d been turned into a candelabra. Light was necessary in such a dark castle both literally and metaphorically.

For ten years he held out hope for himself and the others in the castle. “Zere is always ’ope!” he exclaimed on more than one occasion, “Nothing is impossible! N’est pas?!” After all, they had all been incredibly transformed into sentient objects around their former home and workplace: the castle of their master, The Prince. If he could be a candelabra with never ending wax who could speak and move as though he were not made of metal, then could they not have this curse broken by love even if no one had come along for their master to fall in love with and break this spell?

So, he felt vindicated when a young woman -who they found out was called Belle- entered the castle in search of her father (who had been locked away by their prince). “She has come to break the spell!” Lumiere cried out to his constant companion, Cogsworth, without a second thought.

This fortuitous event could be nothing else. He knew it, despite arguments to the contrary by many of his fellow enchanted objects.

Even when their master locked Belle away as a “prisoner”. Lumiere knew that could not and would not be it.

But then, the young woman (spirited as she was) stole away to The Master’s rooms in the West wing of the castle and fled in terror when the owner of those rooms threw a tantrum in anger.

“Zere is a glimmer of ’ope!” Lumiere exhaled feebly as the winter winds blew out his flames upon the girl departing their castle.

“Stop this now,” Cogsworth snapped at him, “Stop all this talk of hope and joy and hanging onto our humanity! We are bloody objects, Lumiere! Our master, much as we would wish to the contrary, will not change his ways in a matter of weeks and fall in love with some poor girl and break this curse! Get used to dripping wax for the rest of your days! I can see it has already plugged up your good sense and proper judgement and I have let it go on far too long!”

“That’s a bit much,” Mrs. Potts scolded, “Lumiere is just trying to lighten the mood a little.”

Cogsworth rolled his eyes. “I did not expect you, ma’am, to resort to God-awful puns in defense of this idiot!”

“Watch your tone,” Mrs. Potts snapped back at him as steam whistled slightly through her spout, “We are all of us in this together. We will do no good resorting to name-calling and the like. Besides, not all of us…” She was forced to trail off as they all heard growling and the padding of paws on the polished floors coming closer.

It was their master, heading out of the castle after Belle.

“Master-” she tried but he had already departed out of the door without so much as a word.

“Oh I hope he’s not gone to fetch her just because he thinks she ought to remain here as a prisoner-” Mrs. Potts lamented in a whisper.

Lumiere, lighting each of his candelabrum slowly feeling a bit downtrodden for once at the events of the last minutes, wrapped a comforting twist of metal around her. “Even if he does, we will keep trying to soften him. We all know he can be, don’t we?” All flames melted that around them, in time.

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If you asked Bucky, he would say that he was simply minding his own business when he was viciously attacked by his loving boyfriend. 

In reality, Sam and Bucky had been playing Outlast 2 on one of the tower’s PS4s when the remote started vibrating. Sam couldn’t handle the pressure of the game, throwing the remote at Bucky, who giggled indignantly at the feeling of the vibration against his stomach. 

“Hey, what the hell, Sam?” Bucky asked after he had thrown the controller off of him. When he saw the look in Sam’s eyes, he was certainly not excited. “Don’t you dare.”

Sam would say that the next moment was just a necessary experiment. For science. The science world always experiments when they break new ground, so it would be for the good of the world if Sam followed suit, right?

Bucky pushed back when Sam tried to tickle him, blocking out the vulnerable spots of his body before trying to run. He ended up pinned on the floor, face down, after getting tackled.

Bucky would call it cruel and unusual punishment, torture, even.

Sam would call it necessary work.

It didn’t matter what either of them would call it once Bucky was giggling beneath the fingers that were drilling into his ribs and thighs.

Bucky pleaded and pleaded, he was never one for science anyways. The only person who had ever tickled him like this before was Steve, and he found that it never gotten any better no matter how many times he had the shit tickled out of him. This wasn’t any different, it was completely unbearable. “Ihihit tickles!”

“No shit! Sam teased, scrambling his fingers from the back of Bucky’s knees all the way up to his armpits and back. Bucky always snorted when Sam’s fingers ran over his lower thighs. 

“Plehease stahahap!” Bucky pleaded, trying to get loose of Sam’s hold.

You think you can just trick me into writing something?? …well, okay. :) Have some reverse!verse.

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He does it on purpose. He has to. No normal person – or angel, rather – would put themselves in this situation repeatedly without learning. Unless Dean is just that dumb.

Cas really doesn’t think the angel who constantly finds ways to slip him clues and strategy without technically breaking any of Heaven’s weird rules could be that dumb.

But here they are, again, and at least it’s a decent fight every time; Cas would swiftly bore of getting the upper hand too easily. Sure, he’s a damn good hunter, but getting one over on an angel should never be easy. He’s out of breath with the strain of it, but he’s got Dean down on floor by the foot of the motel bed, forearm pinning the angel’s chest and shoulder, knees and shins digging into wrist and hip and pinion, and his one free hand clawing ruthlessly into the feathered flesh trapped against the floor.

Dean’s cackling hysterically, his other wing thumping uselessly in the slip of space under the bedframe with no room to pull it out. His teeth are bared wide in the helpless, tipped-back grin of one who’s lost yet another tickle fight and has no power to end it. Technically, he has the power – Cas knows he does – but it’s like his circuits fry whenever he gets too overloaded, and Cas finds it way too satisfying to finally put the snarky angel in his place to let him off the hook too soon.

Keeps me up at night;

Your hand around my neck.

Squeezing the love out of me,

Every time you get on your knees.

Every meaningless kiss,

Every bite and touch.

How could you steal so much?

You move too fast,

And I’m always falling behind.

Throw me in a bed here or there,

It’s all the same.

It always ends the same.

-I could never Love You.

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It was two am when I realized I hated you. You gave me a chase that had no end in sight, as usual with this modern day dance we do, it’s all about sex. How long you can last before you crash. It starts the same, a “How you doing” “how was your day” but did you actually ever give a fuck? For as loud as I can scream, no one can hear when I say that I’m not just a body. If I wanted to fuck I would ask, but no, it’s always the same with men. Gay or straight, we all think with our dicks. God, I think about it and suddenly I’m white hot again, seething in a rage I don’t want to tame. I have a name. I am more than a body to be used and abused. If I could love a woman, I would. People take too much, they say what they need to say, take what they want, then leave. It’s simple. So simple, you love first then comes everything else. I’m tired of the one night stands, the fucked up hang ups on size, race preferences, or just a inability to see me more than a piece of meat. I hate this modern age, and the day I find the man of my dreams, I’ll know he’ll be the one. He won’t want to fuck me first, then ask my name later.

Hella hilarious to imagine.

All Ross wanted to do was play a damn game.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, with the sun faded behind clouds, and the temperature rising by the minute. The grumps agreed it would be an indoor weekend, since the weather was so hot.

And now, with nothing to do, Ross sat on his bed, waiting for something to happen. He didn’t know what, but surely, if he stayed there long enough, something would happen. Maybe a bird would hit the window, or maybe he’d get a text. But nope. Nothing. This only made him feel even more bored.

Oh, wait! He had just recently got a new game to play! He wanted to wait a while, so he had time to record it fir a Grump session, and now was the time!

Ross sped through the halls in excitement, ready to play his new game, happy to finally have something to do, when he heard someone moaning.

Ross was so surprised that he jerked to a stop and retraced his steps to a couch in their living room. And he found himself almost screaming in shock when he saw that it was Arin on top of Dan.

He was watching his closest friends fuck. Holy balls, he couldn’t make up his mind- was it shocking? Hilarious? Gross? He decided on all three.

Cringing, he approached the couch cautiously. And instead of using his indoor voice like he planned, the girl inside of him made him squeal out Arin’s name.

Arin turned around, who was still on top of Dan’s thighs, and smiled. “Morning, Ross!” Ross gaped at the sight before him. He realized he had been wrong the whole time. It wasn’t moaning he had heard. It was laughter. Arin was just tickling Dan. Holy shit…

“A-Arin, you- I-…” Ross couldn’t find words. He felt so dumb, but so relieved. “What? You want to join in?” Arin asked teasingly. Ross blushed violently and looked down at Dan, who was heaving his chest up and down, his hair messier than usual, his face forming a tired smile.

“I- er, no, I thought you- you guys were- um.” Ross shook his head. He was wrong, thank God, but even so, he started forming images in his head. “Nevermind.” Ross didn’t know what to do now. He forgot what he was even doing in the first place. So he left the scene to his quiet, empty room, where there was no sex, and where there was peace.

Meanwhile, Dan was doing his best to escape from underneath his best friend. “Arin, can you let me up now?!” Arin smirked. “But we just got started!” Fingers quickly found their way to Dan’s sides, only making Dan squirm more. “W-waihihihit, Arihihihin!”

“I thought it was funny how Ross caught me on top of you. Wasn’t that funny?” Arin pretended not to notice that Dan was going insane. “Nohohoho, it wahahas embarrassihihing! It’s ahahall you’re fahahault!” Arin mock frowned. “My fault?! You’re the one who’s laughing so loudly!” Arin gave Dan a sudden pinch to his hip, making him squeal and try to curl in on himself.

“See? You’re so loud, you’re gonna catch people’s attention!” Dan gave out his last bit of strength to yank his wrists out from Arin’s right hand to block the tickling one.

Arin let him do so with a smile. “See? Now you really are not-so-grump!” Dan huffed, but the mood was taken away by the smile still on his face. “I was only grumpy because you woke me up early!”

“Oh, so you need more cheer up tickles?”

“NO!”

Meanwhile, Ross was sitting on his bed again, not bored this time, but scared of what he might see outside his bedroom door. He heard more yelling, followed by laughter.

He absentmindedly curled up under the covers even tighter. He would rather die of boredom in this room then have to see what’s going on in there… And possibly have to join in…

"Khhhhh..."

Steve was sleeping. It was nice and warm and quiet, too early to open eyes.

"PHH!! Mpphh---"

Nice and quiet.

"Phhihiihiihi!"

Why wasn't it quiet?

Cassius moaned. "I'm gonna die! I'm dying!"

"Stop being so damn dramatic," Laurna returned as she placed a cool, wet cloth to his forehead.

"It's...eugh. It's..." He covered his mouth as yet another, stronger impulse to throw up overcame him. She calmly passed him the plastic bucket that he could make use of though she kept her face turned away so as not to see anything.

When he felt he was finally well enough to speak again, he did softly, "I'm definitely allergic."

"Allergic!?" She turned back towards him with a look of confusion and a raised eyebrow a second later.

"The sun... Damnit but I'm allergic to it. I'm gonna be like one of those uh...those bubble people except I can't go outside during the daytime. I'm essentially going to be a vampire!" he lamented with a moan before another urge to heave came up like a wave on him again.

"What?! You're not allergic to the sun Cass."

He held up a finger as he leaned over his bucket and closed his eyes. When the feeling passed, he answered her, "I am so allergic. Hello can't you see how sick I am!?"

"Obviously I can see that," she retorted with her arms now crossed defensively, "but that's not an allergy!"

"Oh and you're...suddenly a doctor now?" he managed to snap back with less force than he intended.

The young woman rolled her eyes at him. "Common sense. Allergies make you sneeze or your throat to close up. They don't make you puke like you have the flu."

"Then...what the hell is this?" he asked softly in invitation as he swirled one hand around his head to indicate his current condition of being vastly unwell.

"Sunstroke."

"Stroke? I thought strokes were like...stopping you from speaking and damaging your brain."

"Well it's kinda like that," she agreed, "I mean your head is affected right now. But you just got too much sun and your body is reacting with illness because of it."

He took a second to close his eyes and dab the cloth back on his forehead and neck to cool himself again. "But I'm not allergic? Like...this happens to everyone?" His voice was unsure at the end. He didn't wish to sound stupid but he also didn't know the answer to his own question. He needed her response for some understanding.

"Yes. We humans can only take so much. Sorry to burst your bubble thinking you were superhuman or something."

He managed to smile a little at the jab. "I guess I'll take it. But... I'm not going to be vampiric?"

"Sadly, no. You can still go out during daylight hours once you recover from all this," she informed him smiling.

He made a face of disappointment, "Well...can't we just...bullshit it? Can't I just like pretend for awhile? Buy a cape? Create a local legend? Suddenly be spotted out and about in daylight and pretend I have no idea what anyone's talking about? Say I was living out of town and have just recently moved back? Boo Radley it?"

"Boo Radley?" she repeated with confusion and concern.

"You don't know Boo Radley?" he stressed with some concern and disbelief mounting.

"Mmmm nope," she hummed as she considered it once more but came up with absolutely nothing.

"Jeezus did you not go through the high school system!? Boo Radley? Recluse of To Kill A Mockingbird!?"

"Uh no what's that?"

"Oh my God!" he exhaled with complete exasperation as he dropped himself down on the pillows of the bed tucked behind him, "I... You friggen know sunstroke and all that shit but you don't know To Kill A Mockingbird!? Atticus Finch? Gregory Peck? Scout? Racism and prejudice!?"

"You've lost me." She shrugged and crossed her arms again.

"You're killing me here!" he sighed in defeat.