Hello, I am Beatrice, and this is my cousin, Hero.

Hello! You might know us from the play by William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing.

There are a few things he got right, but he left before the rest of the story.

When we were turned.

But, needless to say besides the whole drinking blood thing, we stayed the same.

But don't be afraid! We won't bite unless you ask us to.

robinprankstergoodfellow:

Puck followed, his footsteps all but silent against the grass bellow, that grin still firmly on his face. 

“Do remember me, Beatrice,” he cooed. 

Beatrice whipped her head back to look at him, a slight smirk on her face as she chuckled.

“Someone like you is hard to forget, signore Goodfellow,” she responded.

robinprankstergoodfellow:

Puck just looked at her knowingly in return. 

He was fey; he could sense emotions. He knew she’d had fun - more fun than she’d had in ages. 
“You’re welcome,” he simply said again. 

With a small smile and a nod of her head, Beatrice turned to walk back in the direction they had come from, ready to get back to Hero.

robinprankstergoodfellow:

Puck leaped off his mare just before its hooves touched ground and landed gracefully on his feet, watching as his own came to a halt a little way away, eager to get back into the forest. 

Slowly, he approached the creature and gave it a kiss on its nose before bowing to it. “Most appreciated,” he said, and watched as both pure mares galloped off into the shadows.   

Turning to look at the fairy, Beatrice arched an eyebrow at him with a slight nod. She wasn’t going to actually admit that she had enjoyed herself since they were on the ground, her pride rushing back to her. “Not bad, not bad at all. Lets see if you can do better next time, signore Goodfellow.”

robinprankstergoodfellow:

Puck laughed and dug his feet into the horses sides and urged it faster towards the rapidly approaching ground, just overtaking her before being forced to pull her back upright, still laughing.

Slowing down, Beatrice laughed as she landed the horse in a small clearing, jumping off the creatures back before stroking it’s nose gently. “Good girl. Thanks for the ride.”

robinprankstergoodfellow:

Puck laughed loudly and looked over at the vampire as he sat back on the mare, grabbing back onto its mane. 

“Well, just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you have to stop living!”
With a wink in her direction, he angled the horse downwards and plummeted down towards the ground.

  

Smirking slightly, Beatrice followed the fairy’s lead, digging her heels into the creatures side to speed it up and she passed him, looking back with a smug grin.

robinprankstergoodfellow:

Puck saw through it in a second, and laughed. 

Slowly, he lifted himself up and put his feet on the back of the mare, rising up until he was standing up, arms outstretched. 
“Don’t pretend this isn’t the best fun you’ve had in a long time!” he yelled, and laughed louder as the wind whipped at his hair and clothes.

 

Furrowing her brow, Beatrice frowned for merely a second before she started laughing, shaking her head at the fairy. “Alright, you caught me! But it’s also been 500 years since I did anything fun!” Chuckling slightly, the vampire found the nerve to let go of the horses mane and spread her arms. After all, if she fell, she’d only be in pain for a few days.

robinprankstergoodfellow:

Curling his hands back into the mares mane, the fairy looked over at Beatrice, catching her gaze, and winked at her.

“Fun enough for you?” he called out, his wide grin lighting up his face.

Smirking slightly, Beatrice shrugged, glad that she still had the ability to act like nothing impressed her. “It could be better,” she called out, her smirk turning into a grin, because if she was being honest, it was amazing.

robinprankstergoodfellow:

With a loud “Woot!” Puck sent both of them upwards, the horses wings beating against the cool breeze and taking them skyward; up over the oncoming traffic and above the buildings lining the streets.

“You’re quite welcome!” the fairy called out to the vampire, laughing loudly as he lifted his hands yet again from the horses mane and threw them over his head.

Keeping her grip on the horses mane, Beatrice laughed loudly, turning her head just in time to see the fairy put his hands over his head. She was in awe that he was able to do that, but reminded herself that he was different, and that flying was probably nothing to him.

robinprankstergoodfellow:

The prankster let go of the mares mane and lifted his hands into the air as the horses pace quickened, hooves pounding against the road. “Whoo!” he yelled, watching as the lights of oncoming traffic got closer and closer.

“Watch your legs!” he called out to the vampire before clicking his fingers and grinning widely as a pair of feathery, pure white wings sprouted from the animals back, and spread out to their magnificent length, nearly taking up the entire road.

The sudden appearance of wings made Beatrice laugh, her boots digging into the horse’s sides to hold on. Keeping her grip, the vampire grinned, the familiar feeling of the wind blowing her hair behind her was exhilarating. The last time she had done so was a mere few hours before she was turned; Her, Hero, Claudio, and Benedick had taken a ride through the village. The memory made her stomach twist in knots, but she pushed the feeling away.

“Not bad, not bad at all!”

robinprankstergoodfellow:

“Ah, but in this era it’s much more entertaining!”

With a hiya! Puck kicked his mare’s rump and the beautiful creature rared up on its hind legs before galloping off towards a busy street.

“We’ll see about that.”

With a slight chuckle, Beatrice nudged the animal along, quickly matching his speed and catching up to the fairy. It certainly didn’t feel any different from the times she rode through the streets as a young woman, but she had a feeling that Robin had something up his sleeve.