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Warning for a bit of homophobia and Bible thumping. Word count is 767 words. I hope you all enjoyed the next chapter of The Cutest Meetings Beauty in all it's Glory.

The rolling hills of Ireland were the most beautiful and peaceful place that Kingsley could think of. Both picturesque and majestic at the same time. He bent down to pick a flower in the field full of them.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, young fellow," an Irish brogue filled voice rang out disturbing the peace of the field of flowers Kingsley had found himself in. "We don't take to your sort here."

"I'm just passing through," the most drop dead sexiest voice Kingsley had ever heard answered the man. "I'll be out of your way in a minute."

"Your sort have tainted this land for years, sonny, with your way of life. It's a sin, you know that much. It's a sin and you're going to burn for."

"I...I don't know what you're talking about, sir. I'm just trying to get to the next town over. If you'll just let me pass then I'll be out of your hair in a minute. Just please let me pass."

"We don't allow sins like yours to pass here in Catholic Ireland. Who knows who you'll corrupt with your man loving ways?"

Kingsley felt like he was going to be sick from what he was hearing. How could someone just plain judge someone they didn't even know? How could someone judge someone else's way of life without having lived it themselves first?

"Beware the path that this young fellow goes down," the Irish brogue rang out as Kingsley drew nearer. It belonged to a grey-haired older man with moss colored eyes that were glaring at the poor young man standing flabbergasted in front of him.

"Excuse me," Kingsley said, gaining the attention of both attacker and victim at the same time, "I was just wondering what was wrong here?"

"This young whipper snapper here is one of the gays," the old man said. "I'm sure a good lad like you has been taught good and proper where those sort go. It's not heaven." He looked accusingly over at the young dark-haired man when he said this.

"The gays?"

"You know?" Old man looked imploringly at Kingsley as though begging him not to make him say it. "The ones who enjoy the company of other young fellows. It's not natural, that. It's not the way that God made us."

"Is that so?" Kingsley looked over at the downtrodden looking man. He felt himself somewhat attracted the way the brown eyes refused to break contact with their attacker.

"It is. The good book says so."

"It does?"

The man flipped open a hand held book with a cross on the front of it and turned it towards Kingsley. Pointing to a passage that basically said men shouldn't lie together.

"Doesn't your good book say do unto others as you would have done to you? I'm pretty sure that you would want to be attacked for no good reason other than who you're attracted to, right? I know I wouldn't."

"I'm attracted to the right sort."

"The right sort. You keep saying that but I don't think you even know what that means, sir. You thump your Bible at me and judge this man. Do you really think you're following what it says in that book of yours?"

"You little…"

"Because if I've done my reading correctly," Kingsley interrupted the man, "your Jesus used to hang around with a lot of people you'd consider undesirables. The man was friends with prostitutes and tax collectors. Kind of makes me think that he's a far better man than most of his followers nowadays. Now if you'll excuse us, we'll just be passing through." He held his hand out to the younger dark-haired man.

The younger man entwined his finger with Kingsley and allowed himself to be led away from the still fuming older man. When he seemed sure that the man couldn't hear him the dark-haired man began to speak.

"Thank you for that," he said. "There are a lot of people like that here in Ireland or at least most of the ones I've run into seem like that."

"It's ridiculous," Kingsley said in agreement. "I'm Kingsley by the way. Kingsley Shacklebolt."

"Rabastan Lestrange."

"Do you have a place to stay tonight, Rabastan? I've got room at my place if you need one."

"I'd like that."

Kingsley took one last look back at the field of flowers he'd been admiring and then led Rabastan back to bed and breakfast he was staying at. He couldn't help thinking that this was the start of something very beautiful for him and other young man.

I hope you all enjoyed Beauty in all it's Glory as much as I enjoyed writing it. I would like to point out that the beliefs portrayed in this story are not my own. I believe that you should be free to love whoever you want. It doesn't matter what gender, ethnicity, or whatever else you throw into the equation. Until next time, take care of yourself and each other.