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firawren · 5 months

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“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

Beast squirmed. “I don’t know, Belle…”

“Please? I really liked having you with me in my bed, but your bed is bigger.”

He had liked being in her bed too, but that was the problem—he liked it too much. It had been so hard to pull away from her soft body and warm mouth that morning. But it was so hard to say no to her, too.

“Alright.”

Her face lit up with delight, and she linked her arm with his. “Let’s go!”

Beast felt a nervous anticipation fluttering in his stomach as soon as they walked into his room. She’d been in here before, but never with the intention to share his bed. They walked toward it together, and Beast swallowed thickly. The bed had been magically repaired and beautified when the curse broke, but was still enormous and solid enough for a huge beast like him. He knew for a fact it could stand up to the force of his frenzied rutting, in those times when his animal lust drove him over the edge. But there would be no rutting tonight, he firmly reminded his already betraying body. Just sleeping.

As soon as they stopped by the bed, Belle started unlacing her dress, and Beast’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

“Getting undressed for bed. Don’t tell me you normally sleep in all your clothes.”

Normally he slept naked, but there was no way he’d be able to make it through the night in a bed with Belle if he wasn’t wearing pants. He doubted he’d get much sleep tonight as it was.

But sleeping fully dressed like he had last night was dreadfully uncomfortable. So he pulled his shirt off and left it at that. Belle had seen him like this before. This would be safe enough.

He climbed into bed and stared hard at the ceiling while his blasted beast ears picked up every hushed sound of fabric sliding over soft skin and dropping to the floor as Belle finished getting undressed.

The previous night she had been sleepy, but tonight she seemed not to be, running her hands into his mane and kissing him eagerly as soon as she was beside him. He grunted and curled a paw around her waist, holding her close as his tongue explored her mouth.

The rich scent of her arousal bloomed out from her, making Beast feel almost giddy with want. He pulled his mouth from hers to bump his snout into the crook of her neck, where her scent was even stronger. His nostrils flared as he breathed it in, filling his greedy lungs with her desire. He swept his tongue over her throat, needing to taste more of her, and she moaned and rocked closer to him.

Continue reading chapter 8 of Transformation on AO3

This gorgeous artwork by @rain1940 was commissioned by my friend @thefamilybruno to go along with my Beauty and the Beast fanfic Transformation. In chapter 8, things start getting spicy as Beast and Belle finally start sharing a bed, though they won't end up as they are in this artwork for a wee bit longer yet...

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wadowo · 4 months

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Gaston and Prince Adam (satire)

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thefamilybruno · 4 months

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Commissioned this artwork from @rain1940 for my canon-divergent fan fiction Roses and Daffodils. :)

Aren't they so sweet together?

Aaaaahhhh, I love it so much!

Roses and Daffodils Summary: When Belle breaks the Enchantress’s spell before she ever returns to the village, Gaston’s plan to threaten to lock her father away in an asylum never comes to fruition. Instead, when Gaston discovers that Belle is engaged to a prince, he becomes determined to steal her away, vowing that he will someday make Belle his wife. After Gaston secures a position as the gamekeeper at the castle, he strikes up a false friendship with Adam - a relationship he tolerates only so that he can become closer to Belle. Over time, Gaston’s feelings change, and a friendship that began as a clever ruse transforms into something else entirely.

But happily ever after won’t come easily. And thanks to the Enchantress, things aren’t always what they seem.

FYI: It is a poly-v (Gaston/Adam, Adam/Belle) story (end game). Also, it's a story that involves both magic and deception. Don’t worry - there’s no emotional infidelity. And there’s a happy ending!

click below for excerpt :)

“Now what are you forcing me to read?” Gaston asked.

As Adam settled down on the sofa, he plopped the book onto Gaston’s lap. Gaston read the title with a scowl.

“The Life and Adventures of Robinson Crusoe?”

“You’ll like it.”

Gaston wrinkled his nose. Ugh. Reading. Again. It never ended with these people. With a bemused look, Adam took the book back and opened it to the first page. He scooted closer, close enough that their thighs and shoulders were touching, and as Adam’s familiar scent filled Gaston’s nostrils, he realized that he would read anything, no matter how dull, if it meant that they could sit together like this.

Adam began to read.

"I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family… ”

For the next half hour, Gaston entered a serene, almost dreamlike state as he listened to Adam’s soothing voice. With his reservations about physical affection lost amidst this blissful tranquility, Gaston slowly slid down lower in his seat and then rested his head against Adam’s shoulder. For a brief moment, Adam’s voice faltered, but then, he continued to read, seemingly taking care to keep his tone even and calm as his head came to settle on top of Gaston’s too.

Adam read another two sentences and then he placed the book in Gaston’s lap.

“Do you mind reading for a bit?”

A rush of adrenaline snapped Gaston out of his dreamlike state. Just thinking about reading aloud in front of Adam had his heart thumping harder in his chest, knowing that all of the time he had spent impressing him with his many skills was likely to be undone in under thirty seconds.

In a panic, Gaston shoved Adam off of him and stood.

“I’m tired.”

Adam stood too. As soon as Gaston turned to leave, Adam caught his wrist.

“Do you really think I care about your reading abilities?”

Gaston yanked his arm away, disturbed and annoyed that Adam could see right through him. He looked at the couch and then back at Adam. All he wanted at that moment was to sit with him again. Why couldn’t he make himself do it?

“Are you afraid or something?” Adam asked with a wry smile.

Adam knew exactly what he was doing. And Gaston was so fucking thankful for it.

“Of reading?” Gaston asked, standing up straighter and puffing out his chest. “How ridiculous.”

“You must be."

Somehow, Adam’s silly strategy was working. Gaston could feel the need to prove that he wasn’t afraid overcoming his fear of looking incompetent.

“I’d be surprised if a peasant like you even knew his letters.”

Gaston’s jaw tightened reflexively from the insult, but Adam’s widening smile reminded him that they were only playing a game and even though Gaston knew that all of this was a ruse, he made himself believe it. Because he needed to.

“Sit down, your highness,” Gaston said as he returned to the couch. “I’ll prove you wrong.”

Adam sat down next to him. “Doubtful.”

At precisely the same moment, the two men rested their heads together. The fact that they did this at the exact same time was so Goddamn incredible, so Goddamn beautiful, that Gaston thought his heart would break. Now there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Adam was falling in love with him too.

But what about Belle?

When Adam let out a sad sigh, Gaston somehow knew that they were both asking themselves that same terrible, unanswerable question.

What about Belle?

“Just read,” Adam said, all of the confidence and playfulness he had shown only seconds earlier now gone from his voice. “Please.”

Gaston licked his lips. His eyes flitted over to Adam once more and then back down at the book.

“In…this…state of life…how-ever…I re-mained some…time…un-cer-tain…what… mea-sures to…take…and what…course of…life…to…lead.”

Even though he had read this statement in a slow and clunky manner, the weight of its meaning fell upon Gaston's shoulders. And it was heavier than anything he had ever tried to lift before. He moved his finger to the beginning of the sentence and read it one more time.

“In this state of life, however, I remained some time, uncertain what measures to take and what course of life to lead.”

The room was silent save for the crackling of the wood in the fireplace. Gaston heard Adam swallow. When he glanced over at his friend - his very dear friend - he saw that his eyes were glassy. He realized, then, that his own eyes were becoming misty too.

“Should I keep going?” Gaston asked.

It was his way of asking Adam to stay. He let one of his hands fall to the couch between them and he wondered if Adam would take it.

Adam’s hand slowly slid down next to Gaston’s and then their fingers touched.

“Keep going.”

And so, Gaston read to the end of the chapter and then all the way through the next. The two men sat together, their heads resting comfortably against one another’s, fingers only barely touching, as Gaston struggled through the words on each and every page. It took a very, very long time.

Thank God for those wretched peasant schools.

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annaofthenorthernlights · 3 months

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@fluffbruary

finally... a little late, but hey, I hope you enjoy!

day 01 - rescue

This chapter also covers the prompt "would you rather be raised from the death or watch somebody die" for the Halloween Flash Bingo at @slumberpartybingo

and for @thefamilybruno because - well - it´s a Gaston-redemption au... 🧡

#fluffbruary 2024 #fluffbruary #day 01 #prompt rescue #@slumberpartybingo #halloween flash bingo #fall to rise #batb1991 #beauty and the beast 1991 #gaston #prince adam #belle #post-canon divergence #gaston redemption au #fanfiction #batb fanfic

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kristanna-days · 4 months

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Frozen x Beauty & the Beast Yuletide Exchange (2023)

A Well Deserved Gift (Adam/Belle, E) @biblioscribler/@99goosebumps for @annaofthenorthernlights

Adam has been working so hard to get things done before the end of the term so he'd have an easier time back next semester. Belle has missed having fun with him, but with the first snow about to fall she decides to take matters into her own mittens after he's finished his paperwork.

All I Want for Christmas is You (Rydoff, T) @flowerinherhair/@glassslippers-n-cowboyboots for @annas-hair-donut

Kristoff Bjorgman has just accepted a new job in Alaska as reindeer veterinarian at Nattura reindeer farm. He was expecting to befriend some reindeer, however he was not expecting to become so close to his new boss.

Bundle Up, Scooch In (Kristanna, M)@annas-hair-donut for @smuglemonfics

Anna, a woman Kristoff just met that day, allows him to sleep in her bed so he doesn’t have to go home in the middle of a blizzard. Will he overcome the pain of his past and open himself up to the possibility of true love? Or will he walk away, lonely and cold in the dark? 18th Century, Colonial New Arendelle AU.

Christmas With You Gets Better Every Year (Kristanna) @chibiotaku4life/@xxlovelynovaxx for @flowerinherhair/@glassslippers-n-cowboyboots

Anna and Kristoff meet for a coffee date and surprise gift exchange at their favorite coffee shop. Warm memories are shared as the smell of roasted coffee wafts through the air.

Dried Rose Bookmark (Adam/Belle, E) @thefamilybruno for @biblioscribler/@99goosebumps

For months, Belle has worked as a costume designer at the Little Rose Theater Company in Philadelphia. She loves everything about the theater. Everything except the actor who has become a thorn in her side - Adam Boz.

When Belle inadvertently overhears a heated argument between Adam and his parents, she finds out that Adam will be spending Christmas alone. Unable to ignore the new spark of empathy she feels toward him, Belle thinks that she should try to become Adam's friend.

But when she snoops through Adam's belongings and finds a dried rose pressed in between the pages of a well-loved book, Adam lashes out, causing Belle to run from the theater into the cold winter night.

Will Adam be able to apologize? Or will Belle continue to think of him as a beast for all time?

Once Upon a Yuletide Holiday (Adam/Belle, M) @annaofthenorthernlights for @winter__moon/@true--north

"Anywhere?" Belle looks up at Adam, who nods solemnly, emphasising his promise. They stand in the library as Adam offers Belle a trip for the Christmas season. "Anywhere, my dear. You choose the destination."

The Beauty Who Braved the Blizzard and Healed the Heart (The Prologue) (Belle/Elsa, G) @paigebstorey for @chibiotaku4life/@xxlovelynovaxx

When Adam goes missing in the woods after a sledding accident, Belle ventures out of Arendelle Village to find him. She comes across a palace made of ice, in which she discovers Adam is a prisoner to an enchantress of eternal winter. A bargain is made, and Belle takes her friend’s place, with unexpected consequences…

The River Sings (Elsa & Iduna, Elsamaren, T) @winter__moon/@true--north for @paigebstorey

Princess Elsa is seeking her lost Mother. Voices in her head are leading her North. On the way to Ahtohallan she meets a Northuldra warrior…

We Need a Little Christmas (Kristanna, E) @flowerinherhair/@glassslippers-n-cowboyboots for @annas-hair-donut

Recently divorced and single dad Kristoff is not really feeling in the Christmas spirit, that is, until he meets the bubbly and charming Anna who captures both his and his daughter's hearts and helps to bring them a bit of Christmas spirit

You Are My Shelter from the Storm (Adam/Belle/Gaston) @smuglemon/@smuglemonfics for @thefamilybruno

Belle and Gaston have already arrived at a small cottage in the countryside where their partner, Prince Adam, has promised to meet them when his work in another kingdom is done. However, rather than get to experience the fresh air and nature he loves so much, Gaston finds himself stuck indoors when the weather takes a turn for the worse. Alone together, he and Belle find a way to pass the time…

View the entire collection @ AO3.

Happy Holidays to the Frozen and Beauty & the Beast fandoms!

Stay tuned for Frozen Smut Week - March 17-24.

DM me or @thefamilybruno if you want to join the Frozen Hearts Worth Melting Discord server. It's a super chill server for Frozen and Beauty and the Beast fanfic writers. We have a Valentine's Day prompt event coming up soon!

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lumiereandcogsworth · 11 months

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“How long do you think we have until she wakes up?” Belle asks in a whisper, leaning into her husband as they watch their newborn sleep in the bassinet before them.

Adam hums in thought, wrapping his arms around her. “Two… three minutes?”

Belle laughs lightly, then sighs. “Oh, love. Why won’t she ever sleep?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps she has your sense of adventure. She’s always looking around, investigating the world. She clearly doesn’t want to miss any of it.”

“She has her whole life to do that, though.”

Adam shrugs, “Well, she must also have my impatience.”

Belle chuckles again, squeezing him around the waist and smiling. She looks up at him. “Well, then, we had better savor these two minutes of peace and quiet.”

“I quite agree, my dear,” he whispers back, a smile forming on his lips as they meet for a sweet kiss.

Belle pulls back, bringing her hands up to his shoulders. “And perhaps, one of these days, we’ll be able to sleep again.”

“You’ve always been the optimist between us,” Adam grins, tugging her closer and kissing her again. One more peaceful moment before their baby wakes and the world starts spinning again.

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lumiereswig · 5 months

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Do you have any headcanons about Chip as he grows up? Or really anyone in the castle and how their life changes after the curse

[check trigger warnings in tags before reading]

He's always been just Chip. But somehow—it feels too odd to say it—Chip is growing.

Mrs Potts can hardly believe it. Her boy, trapped so long, all too small for all too many years, shoots past the notches marked on the kitchen doorframe. Ten years of being ten turn into his first eleventh birthday: and a year later is twelve: and the years shoot out like a telescope, his legs shooting out in front of him, running farther and faster than she can keep up with.

He’s almost as tall as his father now! He’s fifteen, and doesn’t talk about the curse: he’s asked them not to talk about it, he has a girl over, from the next village over where nothing strange ever happens, and Lumiere almost chokes with laughter when the girl asks if they’ve ever seen the monster that haunts the woods and Cogsworth replies he does his taxes. Chip wants to sink through the floor and Mrs Potts doesn’t help: recommending strains of tea based on how they feel good in the bones, telling the girl she’s so glad Chip has found a friend after so long in the cupboard. The girl goes home blinking, telling tales of the strange palace and the strange, strange boy who lives in it, and Chip kicks statues in the garden until Belle challenges him to a game of darts—it'll help you blow off some steam—not you, too!—oh Chip, it's just an expression!

He grows, and he gets interested in different things. Adam teaches him wrestling; Lumiere can fence, a little; Cogsworth is king at capture-the-flag strategy, and chess, and bowls. He's good at a little of everything; not great, but hopeful, and what else could one want when he goes out to seek his fortune? For he does have to go, eventually—and oh, it could break Mrs. Potts' heart, to see him throw his satchel over his shoulder and go off to a great strange world, but he insists on going, as children always do. He shakes off the promises of the villagers, the questions of the palace, and heads out past the woods. Mrs. Potts begged him for a gentle trade: but something about the sea speaks to the boy as big as a teacup, and he hops on the first ship that will let him board.

He loses all his money astonishingly quickly. His ship flits through the ports of Germany, Russia, Denmark, and Finland; he hears strange tongues, speaks with strange people, loses his shirt, is whipped by his first mate, is thrown overboard by another, finds himself scarred and penniless in a strange town. He sifts through the letters from his mother: have you thought of apprenticing with the cooper, could you not work in the village with your father, when will you take up a gentle trade, O my son, O my son? He stuffs the letters back down into his coat, tries to ease his hurting shoulders, tries to look out at another gray town in a gray north that looks nothing like his home. Chip is so far from home, he doesn't even wear his name anymore: sometimes he's Christophe, sometimes he's Krystos, one old friend could never keep his name straight and called him David, ceaselessly, endlessly, until the sea took him and the ship sank, David standing in the wreckage, holding his name before him like a token saving him from death. David, Christophe, Krystos, Chip is tired. He holds the letters from home and walks toward the sea, his shoulders stooping, his feet giving out in front of him. [A sailor would be brave. A sailor would keep going. Chip doesn't feel like a sailor anymore.]

It's hard to tell the people you love that you're feeling all alone.

He stands at the edge of the sea, on a broken pier ten thousand miles from home, and the enchantment and the dark and the broken sea are calling to him. No one tells you how hard your twenties are. No one spins a yarn about enchantment that's nothing more than growing bones, and being young, and feeling an ache that no one can fix. The tale where someone young survives has never been written when you're twenty-five and aching and your pennies are stones in your pocket.

And just as his foot touches the water, and he thinks of going in, and he hears someone's wicked laughter tearing at him like cold rain—come on David, come on Christophe, twenty-five and broken already, come to the wreckage, sink with the gold and the teeth and the bones—just as the water soaks through his shoe and he thinks, well, I'm sorry mum, something big and black with the weight of a curse lands on his chest and sends him splashing backward into sand.

My god, says the curse, you must be Chip!

Chip shakes water out of his eyes and looks at the beast. No, not the beast—wrong story, wrong memory—this thing is DOG, big as life, dripping with seawater, half covered in barnacles and seaweed, eyes dark green, paws on his chest, tongue at his cheek. it has the bearing of a lion. it's bigger than death. it is licking his cheek.

I know this is rude for strangers who have just met, says the dog, but you looked a bit suicidal, and I won't be having that.

Chip scrambles up. Talking teacups he abides, but talking dogs? He's tried to get Sultan to talk plenty of times, and this isn't right. The dog blinks at him, all-knowing, hot green eyes glowing. The dog and the sea and the sailor all stare at each other, a boy and a dog on a hot-glowing beach, and it's funny to Chip with the stones in his pocket, but the grey northern town doesn't feel quite so cold anymore.

They make their deal in the tavern that night, the dog doing all the ordering, insisting Chip needs some clam chowder, barking over him when he tries to pay, nosing gold coins stained by seawater toward the waitress when she comes begging up the bill. No one seems to notice the dog: they seem to think it's Chip ordering with the deep bass voice, Chip holding himself up as he pulls out of the tavern and wanders, falling over, to the nearest ship that will have him. The deal is that Chip keeps the dog with him and goes back to sea. The payoff is that Chip will get to keep the dog.

It's funny how having someone love you can turn a life around. Chip sails on small merchant ships, big navy tankers, one time he's an accidental pirate for a fortnight. (The dog got them out of that one all right, somehow knowing just the right time to turn canons and shove Chip in a lifeboat as the navy came aboard.) Slowly Chip gets his sailing legs underneath him again, and finds the ship a safe place to be—and at night he sits on the edge of the deck, legs swinging over the side, one arm around the dog and the other pointed at the stars. I used to live with enchantments, he says, and now all I have is reality.

Oh, yes, reality must be hard, says the Dog, and waves his tail and howls at the moon.

There are three storms in a row: one with rain like silver; one with thunder like gold; one with waves like diamonds. Each one Chip survives: but on the third night, the water like a stone pulling the ship toward the bottom, the Curse puts his paws on his chest and says: Jump.

Jump? I thought that's what you came to save me from, says Chip.

Trust me, god's sake, says the Dog, and Chip jumps into the waves higher than any palace he's ever known, his legs ripping out from under him, one hand clutched heavy in the fur of the dog, swimming toward the bottom of the sea.

He doesn't die. The diamonds don't eat him alive. He wakes, still breathing, and and finds himself in a garden, shells lining the pearl gates, scallops climbing up the walls, the dome of a snail's shell circling above his head. If it weren't for the glowfish embedded in the walls it would be pitch black here, here in the garden of the witch nestled deep in the belly of the ocean.

What in hell? Chip asks. Heaven's above, says the Dog, haven't you ever seen an enchantment before?

The garden sits against a palace, built of coral, built of bone. Chip touches his throat, touches his dog, straightens his shoulders. He's twenty five and there's a coral palace between him and home. The dog is beside him, whispering, tale wagging slowly against the water: Now listen, Chip, I know you know enchantments, so listen to what I have to say. Don't believe a thing she tells you. I'll help you through the tasks.

In the palace of coral lives a woman, tall as life, beautiful as a sinking ship. She smiles, oh she smiles! at Chip, and says, what a beautiful boy. What a beautiful boy of the land. I bet he doesn't know anything at all. He's only twenty five and he's already heard me calling from the sea.

I will be your servant, says Chip, and feels the dog's heart beating beneath his hand, the dog winking one sea-green eye.

The witch promises if he lasts a year in her service in silence she will give a golden horse to ride home on, and a golden chest to keep his treasure in, and a golden coat to wear. The Dog shakes his head behind her back, winking at Chip, and yes mum, no mum, says Chip, the ocean water nearly choking him beneath the sea.

He tends her garden. He feeds her horses. And when the year is up, she calls her to him and asks, would you like your golden horse, your golden chest, your golden coat?

I'd like to go home, says Chip. What do I need to go home?

Fine, says the witch, fine, though she thought this fairytale had a different ending, and sets Chip three tasks: if he can free the spirit of the horse, the soul of the chest, and the heart in the lining of the golden coat, he can go home. If he'd like. He could always be her consort instead.

"That's nice, but I have my dog," says Chip, and it's the first time he's heard the water clear from his lungs for a while.

"Good on you," says the Dog, the Curse, wagging his tail and laughing at the witch.

He's given the horse, fiery, free, who refuses to let any man ride it. He's handed the chest, heavy, concealed, not sharing its secrets with anyone who knocks. The coat is slid onto his shoulders, a little too tight, shimmering as a Parisian night, too beautiful to be believed.

"What are the secrets of these objects?" says Chip. "What task is this I've been given?"

The Dog, oddly, is silent. He watches Chip in the coat, holding the chest, the horse running past. He sees Chip looking at him. Chip looks at the Dog, his Dog, and looks at those brilliant deep-depth eyes.

The witch wouldn't have a coat like this, says Chip. This coat is gorgeous, the coat of a prince. She wears mussel shells and the skins of dead sailors. Her beauty is the echo of something I've loved a long time. Her beauty is the echo of that terror that pulled me to the shore, where I first met you.

The witch wouldn't lock a chest like this, says Chip. She has all her treasures out on full display, shark's teeth and the gold from sunken ships, the sunken ships I was thinking of when I first met you. The witch wouldn't keep a chest like this, not if she could show it off, not if she wasn't afraid of what's inside.

The witch wouldn't keep a horse like this, says Chip. She wants everything tamed to her ways. See how quickly she took me on as a servant, how quickly she silenced my voice, so silent it was like when I first met you, and the only thing I heard was the ocean ringing in my ears. A horse that's still wild, that still runs with joy: that never came from the witch. And it reminds me of when I met you.

So everything reminds you of a black dog sitting by the seaside, says the Dog. What are you going to do about it?

"This is your palace," says Chip. "This is your coat. This is your chest, your horse, your home. None of this belongs to the witch. You had me jump off the ship because you were taking me home."

"Well...maybe," says the Dog, and Chip could swear he's blushing.

"You told me you would tell me what to do in the tasks," says Chip. "Dog with the sea-green eyes, what do I do?"

"You cut off my head," says the Dog.

I can't do that, says Chip, you have to, says the Dog, and if Chip could go back and drown himself right now to save his Dog he would. His big black Curse. The creature who came out of the sea and yanked him off the pier, and sat with him beneath the stars on seven merchants' ships, counting off a fairytale.

One, the silver rain: take out your knife.

Two, the golden thunder: hold the blade in your hand.

Three, the diamond wave: cut off the head of your best friend.

The dog's head sits in his lap, eyes closed, tongue out, and Chip, face streaked with tears, holds the golden handle and turns it to his chest. No witch is worth this. No home is home anymore.

Two hands close over his and yank the knife away.

"I know this is rude for strangers who have just met," says the Prince, "but you looked a bit suicidal, and I won't be having that."

The Prince wears the golden coat, and his eyes are are green as the sea, and his hair is black and thick. He grins at Chip, and Chip can feel his heart about to beat out of his chest and send the whole ocean shaking. You—!

You're always saying you left enchantment behind. Isn't it nice to be real, Chip? Isn't it good to be here, to be real?

The witch is never found again, her ship's gold sunk to the bottom of the sea, her shark's teeth grinding into sand. The Prince's palace shines, standing up straighter in the sea, the golden horse running wild through the garden, the chest thrown open and letting the enchantment free. The boy and his prince take a walk from the bottom of the ocean up to the seashore, dripping wet and grinning like idiots, holding hands and waving at the passing mermen.

"Are you sure you need to go home again?" says the Curse, running his fingers gently over the lines of Chip's hand. Chip is twenty-six and aching, but the hurt is no longer like the call of the gray sea: he aches like he's run a marathon, danced for hours, kissed someone he loves and found they loved him back. He's aching like he's run across seven seas and found his way back home.

"Just for a visit," says Chip. "And you know they'll want to meet you."

"I want to meet them," says the Curse, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "The palace that reared you. Do you think they'll recognize you, with all the different names you've had? Sailor, servant, sea-savior?"

"Just Chip, to you," says the boy, kissing him soft on the lips. "Real as real can be."

[This is based on an actual fairytale called the Dog in the Sea, which unfortunately I have 0 actual access to because I don't speak any of the languages its variants are usually found in. I tried finding some version online I could translate, but no luck! So I made my best guess as to plot, pulling from several different fairytales with similar themes (witches loooove indentured servants and impossible tasks, don't they?). For more info on this fairytale, and other old tales that might have been wiped from the record due to rampant homophobia and just generally scholars being dicks, check out this article and any old fairytale books you can find. (there are some good really weird ones out there if you start digging!) and if anyone has access to an online version of this story I could read or translate, do let me know—I would love to know what the original three tasks are and how thrilled Mrs. Potts is when Chip brings home a sea-prince husband. (the answer to that last one is obviously extremely.)]

#batb #batb fanfic #beauty and the beast #batb 2017 #chip #mrs. potts #the dog in the sea #tw suicide #tw character death #this is all canon btw now i talked to walt disney and he says it's fine

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ronkeyroo · 1 year

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TALK SHIT GET HIT (With a broom!!!!!!!!!!!!) 🧹 🧹 🧹

Birthday gift for one of my dearest friends, @bostoniangirl21 !!! ✨ Anneberry givin’ Vilkas The Broom and being the most ridiculous, beloved duo I know ♥

#My sunshine queen I was ridiculously limited with my tools having sketched that out on a hospital bed ;_; But im so glad I at least got to #do something for you...#I wish I could afford a sooner time to post this #I wrote you a birthday wish letter to go alongside this gift which Ill send you privately once I get access back to discord!#In the meantime have this disaster duo #Ill never forget the broom scene #I fucking love them so much #Anneberry #BaTB Fanfic #Vilkas #Giftart #Bostoniangirl21 #Friend shenanigans

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intothewestwing · 3 months

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chapter 2: batb rewritten

Beast wasn't expecting Lumiere to be correct when he suggested that the old man would have someone looking for him. In fact, the last thing he'd expected was a girl. No, not a girl, but a young woman. From the window, he watched as she explored the castle grounds. Her horse, wretched thing, led her right to his doorstep.

She crept in through the front gate, then through the gardens, and entered the castle with no hesitation. A bold move, for an uninvited guest. But the creature had already met where she learned that from. Her confidence and arrogance taunted him, even made the Beast curious. And as she stalked through the castle and up to the dungeons, the Beast followed, not far behind.

He examined her from afar. She had a small frame, and she was fair skinned, her cheeks flushed from the coming winter winds, and her hair was a shade of chestnut. Though she'd had it pulled back, strands of it framed her face. She was disheveled, as though she left her home in a hurry. The Beast found it annoying, yet again, that the candlestick was right.

Whispers in the seemingly empty hallways led her straight to the dungeons, the air growing colder as the staircase led the unknowing duo into it's depths.

The young woman called into the dark of the dungeon for her lost loved one. Of course it had to be her father. And from that darkness, a husky voice answered, almost surprised.

"Belle?"

The Beast waited for her to move toward him before silently slipping into the shadows of the room. The stone floor was cold against the pads of his feet, and the autumn breeze blowing through the window didn't help either. He did his best to shrink himself into his cloak. Though, he was not alone here. The various statues carved into each plinth, the gargoyles that rested among the various sconces and trimmings of the castle were very much alive. And he could feel their cold eyes watching him as he watched the intruders, in turn.

The father and daughter spoke in hushed tones. The man, terrified, while the woman, accusatory and worried. He watched them for only a moment, moving around the room to try and get a better view of them- before mistakenly bumping into one of the empty sconces against the wall. Shit.

Their voices stopped, and the daughter turned to face the void of shadows behind her.

"Who's there?" The Beast didn't dare to answer. Not that he was afraid, of course. He was no longer of royal status. What exactly was he, to her? Other than the captor of her father.

The daughter raised her voice. "I know someone is there. Who are you? Reveal yourself!"

Her arrogance mocked The Beast. Title or no, this was still his castle and under his command.

"The Lord of this castle." He growled under his breath as the words slipped from his mouth, his voice deeper than he remembered.

The daughter raised herself up onto her knees, searching the dark for any form or figure to blame.

"So this is your doing? My father is wrongfully imprisoned! Release him at once!"

Not only was she the daughter of a thief, but she was a fool as well, The Beast thought. The tame growl that sat in the back of his throat let itself loose, before challenging the girl.

"Perhaps you did not hear me. I am the Lord of this castle, where you have no power here."

Her confidence simmered as she sat back down onto her legs, unsure of what to make of the voice that challenged her.

"Forgive me," Her voice shook, but only slightly. "I've come for my father. Has he committed a crime?"

"Yes." The Beast hissed as he began pacing the edges of the dungeon, keeping his eye on the girl. "He is a thief, and he will rot in my dungeon forever as punishment for what he stole from me."

"It was only a rose!" The father cried, before falling into a coughing fit.

The Beast scoffed, until the confidence grew again in the daughter's voice. "A life sentence for a rose? Are you insane? I'm the one that asked for-"

"I received eternal damnation for one! He can spare the rest of his petty life."

Her confusion left the daughter in silence. She rested her hands over her father's through the bars.

The Beast's patience was growing thin. He shouldn't have to explain himself to a mere commoner, he thought. With a deep exhale, and the silence between the hanging in the air, he raised his chin in triumph. "Throw her out and leave her to the wolves." He spoke to an unknown force, the eyes of the stone surrounding them.

These amalgamations of what used to be castle staff came to life within the stone and, struggling to carry their own weight, crept over toward the young woman, who now clung to the metal bars of her father's cell. She watched in horror and released a terrified screech before pleading for them to stop, their cold stone hands restraining her by her upper arms. Her father coughed and wheezed as he begged for her release, reaching through the bars for her.

"Wait! No! Please!"

The daughter quickly learned that the more she restrained them, the stone wasn't like human skin and muscle- it did not move with her. Even with the stone scratching her arms, she still reached for her father as the statues slowly dragged her towards the door.

"I'll do anything! Please!"

"There is nothing you can do." The Beast responded, clearly out of patience.

"I said please!"

"I said there is nothing you can do!"

Then the daughter said something he didn't expect.

"Take me instead!"

The Beast raised an unseen hand, that stopped the stone servants in their tracks. They waited for his command, as he decided what to do next. They, as well as any of the inhabitants in the castle knew what having a young woman around could mean for them. And though their stone faces didn't change, there was a split second of hope shared between the servants and their Prince.

He couldn't deny that he felt it too, no matter how far away that hope felt.

With a hesitant breath, he asked for clarification.

"You would do that?" His cold breath visible in the air as he stepped closer to the scene. "You would take your father's place?"

"If I did, would you let him go free?"

You must gain her trust, he thought. She would never set you free if you didn't do the same for her now.

"Yes."

"Unharmed?"

"Yes."

"If I stay here, it would be-"

"Forever."

"Forever?"

"Forever! Or he dies in the dungeon and you will never see him again!"

"I won't see him again either way! That's not fair!"

She had a point, but only one option guaranteed her father's life.

"Make your choice!"

"Come into the light!"

This was something he wouldn't do. He would not receive rejection from her before she made her decision. The Beast released the grip he had on his cloak, and looked down at his hands paws in disgust. Almost as an emotional response, the stone servants released their grip on the young woman, and watched as she practically dove for her father.

"Make. Your. Choice."

The father and daughter exchanged hushed words as the old man cupped her cheeks and she kissed the tips of his knuckles.

"No, my beauty, you must escape now! Before you see it!"

Though the pair were quiet, this was one remark The Beast heard with no mistake. He exhaled in frustration. Patience was not one of his known traits, and he'd already suffered too much of it for one day.

"Forgive me, Papa."

The daughter stood with her back to the cell, and though her father clung to the skirts of her simple dress, she faced the darkness and the mysterious Lord alone. With silver tears streaking her cheeks, she spoke.

"I will stay. You have my word."

"Done."

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author's note: hello! and thank you for reading! i should have character designs up for belle and beast sometime this week. thank you for all the love i received on lumiere and cogsworth! i've wanted to do a redesign and retelling of this story for a long long time, and i'm glad i have a few of you along for the ride!

#beauty and the beast #beautyandthebeast #fairytale retelling #batb au #batb disney #batb fanfic #enemies to lovers #enemies to lovers fic #monster lover #beauty and the beast fic #idk im autistic and batb is my special interest #so this is how i'm coping with intense years of brainrot

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firawren · 3 months

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You ever notice how often hair gets touched in this movie?

I did, so I wrote a fic about it.

"Charming in its imperfection"

Beast/Belle and Adam/Belle | rated T | 2,127 words

Tags: Canon Compliant, Mid-Canon, Post-Canon, Fluff, Love, Implied Sexual Content, pregnancy mentioned, Children, Hair

Summary:

When he walks beside her, he often looks down at her head and thinks of how soft her hair must be, and how much he longs to push back that stubborn, cute little strand on her forehead.

Eight mostly fluffy little vignettes about hair, showing the progression of Beast-Adam’s relationship with Belle.

Excerpt:

Beast supposes it’s funny that one of his favorite things about Belle is that small piece of hair that always comes loose and hangs over her forehead. It’s such a silly, inconsequential little detail, but something about it is charming in its imperfection. All of the girls and women he knew before the curse were from aristocratic families, and had been engineered to never have a hair out of place or say a single word that wasn’t carefully crafted to avoid offending. They were like perfect, boring paper dolls. Not that that was their fault, of course—he knows all about the pressures of being molded by your parents and high society into some artificial ideal—but he appreciates how real Belle is.

Every time he sees Belle push that strand of loose hair back, he wishes he could do it instead. He’s always been particularly attracted to women’s hair, and Belle’s is gorgeous. He first thought so while he gazed down at her bandaging his arm, after the wolf attack. Her hair was loose then, the only time he’s seen it such, and it looked so pretty with the light of the fire burnishing it a rich chestnut.

But of course, he can’t touch her hair. He won’t let himself touch any of her. The only time he’s initiated touching her so far is when he gave her the library. Her eyes were closed, so he had to take her by the hands to lead her in, but he only held onto her fingertips, the very barest minimum contact with her skin. A few moments later, she reached for his hands in her excitement, and he gladly took them, but she’s always the one to initiate touches, not him.

Still, when he walks beside her, he often looks down at her head and thinks of how soft her hair must be, and how much he longs to push back that stubborn, cute little strand on her forehead.

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#hair #batb fanfic #beauty and the beast 1991 #fanfic #belle x beast #belle x adam #belle #the beast #prince adam #disney fanfiction #my writing #my stuff

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thefamilybruno · 3 months

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The Prince and the Peasant - Complete!

Gorgeous artwork by Andrea Meier :D

Summary:

Adam Alexandre Alsace du Maurier lives in a shining castle in France’s countryside. When an old beggar woman comes to Adam’s castle seeking shelter from a winter storm, he turns her away, cold and indifferent to her suffering. After she transforms into a beautiful Enchantress, she strips away Adam’s title and wealth, cursing him to live as a peasant with the hope that he will learn the value of community and kindness.

In a daze, Adam wanders through the woods, the memory of his encounter with the magical woman cloudy and fragmented. When Adam stumbles into a nearby tavern, Gaston Legume, a respected member of the community, offers to take Adam into his home, both to uphold his stellar reputation and to impress the woman he wants to marry.

Life in the village proves to be more difficult than Adam had expected and having a supposed nobleman as a roommate stretches Gaston’s patience to its limits. Through many conflicts and arguments, Gaston and Adam's relationship transforms, first into friendship, and then into something more.

But one night, a shimmering rose blossoms to life in Adam’s mind, and as winter turns to spring, its petals begin to fall, leading Adam to wonder: what will happen once it wilts?

Pairing: Gaston/Adam

Tags: Happy Ending, Fluffy Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Roommates, Canonical Alternate Universe

Rating: E

click below for excerpt from the final chapter :)

Gaston leaned forward and touched their lips together - a feather-light kiss, so unlike the one they had shared at the end of the ceremony. Emboldened by Gaston’s timidity, Adam hooked a hand behind Gaston’s neck and deepened it, kissing Gaston with such ferocity that it destabilized both of them, and before Adam could even attempt to fix his own stance, Gaston fell forward, one of his hands clutching the left lapels of Adam’s coat, causing Adam to fall too. The next few events happened so fast that Adam barely had time to process them.

The table flipped.

Adam fell backward.

Gaston fell on top of him.

Two hundred cream puffs rolled onto the floor.

Children rushed forward to devour them.

Everyone roared with laughter.

It was, without a doubt, the best moment of Adam’s life.

Gaston pushed himself up, but stayed on top of Adam, hovering over him as they both lost themselves to laughter. In only seconds, Gaston had started laughing hard enough that he needed to reach up and wipe tears from his eyes.

“What the hell was that, prince?” Gaston was barely able to stop laughing long enough to ask. “Were you trying to ravish me in front of our friends?”

“I have no idea,” Adam said, still laughing too. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

Gaston reached out and plucked a stray cream puff up from the floor. He shoved it into his mouth and hummed with pleasure. Adam pretended to be disgusted.

“What?” Gaston asked with his mouth full. “They’re delicious.”

“That was on the floor, you know.”

As soon as Adam said it, he knew what was coming. Gaston found another cream puff and tried to shove it into Adam’s mouth too. Adam twisted his face, trying to avoid it.

“Stop!”

“Mmmm…yummy cream puff,” Gaston said, taunting him. “Open up.”

“No!”

Somehow, Gaston succeeded. He shoved the little pastry into Adam’s mouth and bellowed a victorious, cocky laugh.

#batb fanfic #beauty and the beast #beautyandthebeastfanfiction #disney fanfiction #batb 91 #adam/gaston #beast/gaston #m/m fiction #m/m romance #m/m smut #enemies to friends to lovers

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