Under the MistletoeUnder the MistletoeThe snow was lightly falling, the chill in the air froze the breath, and Belle pulled her Christmas jacket over her shoulders as she went out to the market. The square was full of bustling families getting their last minute necessities for the holiday.Belle had her shopping all done, had it finished for days, but she had a few stops to make herself. One was to the bookshop, she had a hand baked pie in her basket for the book keeper, it was the least she could do for the man who shared her love for books and gave her special discounts on the books she enjoyed so much. There was also a batch of cookies for the little boy
Theme 7Based off AnnamaeTezuka's 100 themes. Simple little sort fics revolving around my favorite crossover pairing, Clopin/Belle (The Hunchback of Notre Dame/Beauty and the Beast respectively.) I thought about writing all these in one connected story, but I think it would be more fun to write them all as separate stories. As much as Belle enjoyed being left alone to read her books, she liked it even more to read out loud and share the stories that she loved so much with others. If there was someone who wanted to listen Belle wanted to tell. Which was how she became such good friends with Clopin they both loved to tell stories. The difference w
Theme 9Based off AnnamaeTezuka's 100 themes. Simple little sort fics revolving around my favorite crossover pairing, Clopin/Belle (The Hunchback of Notre Dame/Beauty and the Beast respectively.) I thought about writing all these in one connected story, but I think it would be more fun to write them all as separate stories.Belle opened the barn door and winced slightly at the brightness of the day. Her chores had kept her inside since early that morning, but her eyes adjusted quickly to the light and she stepped out into the fresh air.She hummed to herself as she approached cluster of buildings that made up the main part of the village. Her inten
Theme 8 ModernizedBased off AnnamaeTezuka's 100 themes. Simple little sort fics revolving around my favorite crossover pairing, Clopin/Belle (The Hunchback of Notre Dame/Beauty and the Beast respectively.) I thought about writing all these in one connected story, but I think it would be more fun to write them all as separate stories.MODERNIZATIONBelle took another look in the mirror, brushing her hair once again nervously. Her roommate and friend, Jasmine laughed and patted her shoulder, "You look fine Belle, go on, you'll be late and you don't want Mr. Romeo to get tired of waiting for you."Belle smiled, "He's not Mr. Romeo." She said putting the brush
Theme 6Based off AnnamaeTezuka's 100 themes. Simple little sort fics revolving around my favorite crossover pairing, Clopin/Belle (The Hunchback of Notre Dame/Beauty and the Beast respectively.) I thought about writing all these in one connected story, but I think it would be more fun to write them all as separate stories. If there was one thing Clopin loved, it was the spotlight. His very existence seemed to dwell on having the attention of everyone around him, if he couldn't get them to notice him, his acts got wilder until he finally got their attention. Which is what made Belle so fascinating to him. She was not interested in his theatrics o
Those UnchosenPrologue"Stop it!" Tommy cried, "Please! Just leave me alone!" The little boy sobbed.Katsuharu Kanayama ignored the pleas and shoved him down harshly, laughing as he did. His best friend Teppei Nainokami laughed too and kicked the fallen boy, enjoying Tommy's terrified crying just as much as Katsuharu did. That's what made them such a good team. They both enjoyed the simple thrill of picking on the weak, and Tommy Himi was their favorite target. Katsuharu curled his hand into a fist and raised it to punch as Tommy covered his face. He was about to strike when it happened.Their cell phones started to ring.Not just his. Not Teppei's. No
Intro: Kai and Kuwagamon:Intro: Kai and KuwagamonI've been running so long my side feels like someone stabbed me and and my throat feels no better. I turn sharply hoping to lose the creature chasing me. I close my eyes, I think I'm going to collapse, but I push myself still, knowing it I do I'm dead for sure. I force my eyes to open again.Shit!Ahead of me is a huge cliff that stretches as far as I can see in either direction. My first thought is to try climbing it, but I hear the roar of the monster behind me and know there isn't time. My mind races for options, my heavy panting makes it hard to think. Another roar alerts me to the fact that its too late...S
Mistletoe Maddness in the MatrixAs with all human holidays, the Agency was decorated up for Christmas to share in the magic of the season and to make every Agent in building tip toe around the more festive activities in hopes of avoiding them so that their lack of enthusiasm would go unnoticed.One particular day however, Agent Smith found himself in the most unappreciated of predicaments as he and his partners Jones and Brown stepped off the elevator to answer a summon from the Architect. They walked down the hall and saw the white-suited program talking to another team of Agents. He turned just in time to see them approach then suddenly his eyes widened and a warning sta
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