Bean

1stheat is MINE hehe
2nd heat to 512199 (current litter rn)
3rd heat to 507874


ORIGIN:
>5: A former wanderer who was befriended by your king. (was generated response lol, she was actually born into my pride <3)

OPINION OF YOUR KING:
>4: Adore - Your lion adores the king and is willing to side with them on most matters

OPINION ON CUBS:
>Their own cubs are okay, but they’re uncomfortable about others’ cubs.

CHARACTER QUIRKS:
>4: Your lion is always smiling. Always.
>5: Your lion is a chronic flirt. They may or may not be good at it, though.
>10: Your lion is a stickler about etiquette.

MAGICAL POTENTIAL:
>3: Average - Your lion has a power of middling ability.

NUMBER OF IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIPS:
>2: 1-3

RELATIONSHIPS:

Relationship 1:
>6: Love - Your lion is in love with this lion.

Relationship 2:
>1: Best friends forever - your lion is best friends with Plum

Relationship 3:
>5: Sworn enemies - your lion hates Zarbanu so much that they are sworn enemies.

BEAN!!! Re-reading this made me smile. I hope you love her ♡
Bean ✧ The Flame That Follows ✧
∘₊✧─────────────────────────────✧₊∘ “If love is a game, darling— I fully intend to win while winking.”

Small in stature but larger than life, Bean was a wildfire wrapped in freckles and flirtation. A former wanderer with no pride to claim and no titles to her name, she had survived on wit, charm, and a very questionable sense of direction. Her arrival was as dramatic as her personality—half-limping, half-prancing, with a half-eaten lizard dangling from her jaws and absolutely no shame.

She wasn’t royalty. She wasn’t a warrior. She was something else entirely.

She was tenacity in a sun-kissed coat. She was joy that refused to bow.

She met Phantom—the Merciful, the Mountain, the King—while loudly arguing with a rock. (To be fair, the rock did look suspiciously like a snake.) He had watched her with cool indifference, perhaps expecting her to get bored or walk away.
She didn’t.
She stayed.
And from that day forward, she made it her mission to flirt her way straight into his heart—or at least into his personal space.

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“Your mane is looking extra majestic today, my liege.”
“Bean.”
“...Was that a purr? I think it was a purr.”
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Her flirtation was legendary. Her success rate? …Less so. But sincerity wove beneath the humor—each wink and bat of the lashes carried something real. She loved him. Deeply. Fiercely. Quietly, when no one looked. Loudly, when they did.

No one dared tell her to stop.
No one wanted her to.


Though her steps were light and her jokes constant, Bean was no fool. She understood loss. She had walked with loneliness long before she ever walked beside a king. Her heart was stitched from scraps, but it beat bravely, refusing to be bitter.

She made joy a rebellion. She made flirtation a language. And she made Phantom her sun.
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“He doesn’t need to love me back. But stars, I hope he does.” ∘₊✧─────────────────────────────✧₊∘