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andrewwtca · 5 months

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hello @kingarmorking! I'm your Secret Santa!!!

I will admit, your prompt had me confused at first glance but once I came to actually look at your account and work, OH was I eating!!! Sora as the Beast??? Riku as the Beauty??? it's been such a hassle not reblogging your art and leaving comments in order to keep anonymity... I'm obsessed with this AU and this is the product of that!

in case you don't remember, you asked for a scene written or something taken straight from Beauty and the Beast, and. I hope you don't mind if I was a little self-indulgent. I took some inspiration from the film but also... angsted it. ahh, I hope you enjoy it!!!

(everyone else, go read SEDI!!!)

secrets never kept, promises never made

Riku wonders which is Sora.

The two portraits hang proudly on the wall, even with time making them fade away and tearing at their corners. They both have dark green backdrops, the subjects facing each other, and Riku props his hand on his hip.

One is of a blond boy and the other is of a brunet. They have matching blue eyes, faces etched into permanent frowns of solemnity (although the brunet looks like there’s a slight whisper of a smile threatening to escape), and hair slicked down. They wear matching royal blue suits, and while only their upper bodies are shown, they seem so well put together.

Which is Sora? Riku can’t figure it out. He's passed this hallway a few times, without the Beast ever knowing, and he keeps trying to figure it out, and to no avail over and over. Was it the blond who seemed so serious, so sad? Or was it the brunet who seemed to try to hide a smile that even the painter picked up on?

Riku figures it’s the blond. Sora doesn’t seem like the smiling type.

But then again—if Riku was trapped in a body for that long, he wonders how much he would change. He isn’t the smiling type or the particularly over-joyous type, but Riku still had some joy in his heart, even if he couldn’t show it. Where would it all go?

Buried deep down somewhere like some sort of coffin.

His metaphor is cut too soon with a sudden gust of wind.

This hallway is abandoned, with cobwebs wrapping themselves around candles like babies to their mothers, with all the blue walls having turned into darkness. Curtains hug the windows and even if it was day, no light would be omitted. For all intents and purposes, this hallway was intended to be left to time.

And yet, the door slams open, and Riku’s cloak flutters behind him. Riku doesn’t feel the fear he expects himself to be overcome by when he turns to see the large keeper of the castle standing there, shadows covering his face and expression.

Instead, Riku only turns. What else is there to do?

You’re not supposed to be here.

“I apologize,” Riku says, in only half honesty. He does feel bad for breaking Sora’s rules, as it seems it’s all he has left—he doesn’t feel bad for wanting to learn more. For wanting to end this eternal darkness plaguing this realm.

It’s why he hesitates and bites back his tongue to ask, 'Which one is you?' Is it important? Does Sora even remember? (Would he even tell Riku?)

Get out. A please is added after a moment, and Sora’s large form takes a step closer as if trying to goad Riku out. The shadows seem like a good place for him like he was made for it, and Riku wonders if that bothers him.

Both of the twins didn’t seem particularly sad. Neither of them seemed like they lingered in the shadows—

And yet, here they are.

Riku glances down and sighs. He can't suppress his curiosity, craving the safety knowing would bring. “Sora,” he calls. “How—”

It was a long shot, Riku knew, but he didn’t expect Sora to let out a mighty roar that shook the whole room. Riku lets out a startled yelp and hardens his gaze as Sora simpers, standing taller in the light, covering as much of it as he could as though he owned the darkness, he was the darkness. I said GET OUT.

It rings in Riku’s ears and he presses a hand to either one. He presses harder because the ringing doesn’t stop, and it echoes into his brain. It makes him nauseous and he—he has to get away from Sora.

I’m sorry, Sora, some part of him calls, stumbling backward. I’m sorry this happened to you.

The ringing, the ringing, the ringing, it drives Riku crazy and he keeps limping until he reaches what he thinks is a balcony. The ringing is going quieter, but it’s still there—is Sora still in that room? Riku hears something behind him—maybe Sora tears down the painting. Riku doesn’t know, doesn’t care, he scales the side of the castle walls the way he and Katsu used to climb houses when they were smaller.

Riku keeps moving forward—why won’t the ringing stop?

Is this Sora, trying to push him away; or trying to pull him back?

It’s getting quieter, though.

Riku keeps moving forward. I’m sorry, he keeps repeating in his mind, as though to swat away all of Sora’s rage. Neither of those twins seemed like they could get too angry. Well—the blond, maybe. So that must be Sora. So angry all the time, but Riku knows he would be too, so he could still be the brunet, and on and on Riku’s thoughts go. I’m sorry, he’ll repeat, and he’s not sure if he’s sorry this happened to Sora and he can’t save him, or sorry that he’s wondering this at all. I’m sorry I made you feel like you’re not enough.

The ringing stops.

Riku drops his hands and suddenly recognizes the cold. Wrapping his arms around himself, Riku shivers and blows out condensing cold air, trying to take note of where he is. Trees—ah, the forest, of course.

There’s still some light. Riku turns around and huffs. This is the last place he’d like to be found in the darkness and the last place he’d like to be found while the world keeps falling to its creatures. In short, this is one of the few places Riku likes and he can’t understand Yuu’s obsession with it. The name sends a jolt of warmth through him, the warmth of joy: Please have made it to the capital alright.

The warmth of joy is washed out with a bucket of shame: he came here to save the realm. And he spent his time wondering what Sora looked like. He spent his time aggravating him instead of freeing the realm.

And of course, Riku—the shivers rack through him violently, interrupting his thoughts—wonders what exactly is going through Sora’s mind. Telepathy isn’t enough. Riku wonders what Sora feels and what Sora actually wants to do, instead of what he says. Riku wonders so much, but that’s not important.

What’s important is the people he loves who he can’t count on one hand, who grow every single day. When he was small it was his brothers, and then it was Kairi, and then it was the town, and now it’s the realm. (And maybe, now it’s the castle. Maybe, now it’s Sora.) He can’t lose sight of that. The moment he does, that’s when he’ll be in trouble—

Riku lets out a yelp as something latches to his leg. He kicks at it, but his boots are dull and tired, and the something yanks him to the ground. Slamming to the ground without an ounce of gracefulness, Riku grabs a handful of snow and chucks it forward, alongside kicking with his free foot.

The something lets out a warbled hiss and backs off quickly, and—

Shadows.

Riku doesn’t have a weapon.

Riku scrambles to his feet and looks around. Slowly, white snow is overtaken by these creatures of the night and Riku only has a few seconds to think, and oh! Trees! They have sharp branches, don’t they?

Riku rushes out of the opening and grabs a fallen branch, the first one he grabs with no care for sharpness. He maybe should’ve cared. This one is duller than a dying light, but beggars can’t be choosers and Riku can’t be monster food.

The shadows are small enough, but Riku knows that small things can be overwhelming in larger groups. He needs to keep them down to keep an upper hand, and Riku sweeps his stick in a low arching movement, knocking three of the creatures to the ground.

They dissolve into the night and Riku dances with the night. He spins and strikes, and for a moment, there are only two more left, and he can head back to the castle and work—

A shadow claws at Riku’s leg and it tears through his slacks. Letting out a shout, Riku falls forward and quickly turns onto his back. No, no, no, he isn’t going to let these puny monsters be the death of him, not when he has so much to fight for (but how, there are so many, he can’t do this alone!)

Shadows restrain Riku’s wrists and he headbutts forward, trying to knock the closest one off balance, but all he ends up doing is flailing. What do they even want, his soul? Well, they can’t have it! Riku keeps fighting and he feels darkness suffocating him. They can’t have it, they can’t have it, they can’t have it, he needs to protect the ones who he loves, it’s getting darker and darker—

The shadow is tossed off Riku’s body and the weight is lifted from his limbs. Riku’s eyes search, dazed.

In the darkness, Riku finds something even darker; something more light than anything here. “Sora,” Riku groans. The shadows are regrouping, and Riku pushes himself up onto his elbows.

I’m sorry, Sora tells him. It seems like he’s panting; it seems like he’s human. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you like that.

“I shouldn’t have pried,” Riku automatically says, holding his head. He's spinning. No, he's not, he's on the ground. Yet, he's spinning. Maybe he was a dancer in a past light.

No…you’re within your right, Sora begins, before turning. But shall we deal with these first?

“Probably smart,” Riku tells him, pushing himself to unsteady feet. He lurches forward and Sora is there to grab him and to hold out— “My sword!”

I had a feeling, Sora explains, holding his hands out at either side of him, that there would be trouble.

“You have some pretty good feelings,” Riku says.

I hope so. I only have so many.

Riku is about to laugh, thinking it’s a joke, until a shadow jumps at him and he needs to swing his sword down. The arch is true and it feels right, unlike the imitation called a stick. This feels right, this fight, and when the shadow is extinguished, it’s time for the next one.

The cold doesn’t bother Riku. The numbers don’t bother Riku. Nothing bothers Riku are he swings forward, accompanied only by the sound of metal, his grunting, and Sora’s loud footsteps. Sora, Riku thinks, sparing a glance or two or three or four at him.

Sora is a fighter. It’s like he was made for this, mixing between magic and physical combat. Both leave Riku reeling and for a second, Riku imagines someone else.

He imagines the boy with blond hair, back to back with him. “We’re almost there!” Riku tells Sora and Sora lets out a grunt to let him know he heard, and the two kick off each other again. The shadows keep going. But they’re bound to come. The blond is nothing but rage, nothing but—

Riku feels a wave of joy take over him, a joy that isn’t his.

Riku slices and imagines the boy with brown hair, switching spots with him. Sora’s better at large groups and Riku’s better at large shadows. The two nod to each other and they’re fighting again, and there’s almost a hop in Sora’s step, like he hasn’t fought in a while. No, he has fought.

Like he hasn’t fought with someone in a while.

Riku slams his sword down and imagines the boy with brown hair, sticking to his forehead, laughing.

The shadows are gone. Riku turns around—

And sees the Beast looking back at him.

Riku smiles at Sora.

I’m so sorry.

I wish I could save you.

I wish I could love you.

…can I?

I hope you enjoyed that!!! like I said, EXTREMELY self-indulgent. I'm so sorry, your AU just gave me brain rot! I was inspired by the scene above where Belle gets attacked by wolves and the Beast comes to save her, except... well, this is Soriku, they would kick ass together!

happy holidays! thanks for a lovely prompt <3

#andrew's fanfics #fanfiction #kingdom hearts #soriku #beauty and the beast #batb au #go read SEDI everyone!!!#secret santa 2023

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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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iowriteswords · 1 month

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Writing Update

When Pinioned Birds Take Flight: currently at 105k words, not particularly close to being done yet. My longest story by far, original or fanfic.

When the War Ends: currently at 66k words. Estimating I’ll finish around 90k. This will be my third novel, and the first that isn’t a fairy tale retelling. It’s about a princess who gets kidnapped because of drama with her ex, and teams up with her kidnapper to end a war.

Untitled Beauty and the Beast retelling: currently at 20k words. I suspect it will eventually be novel-length, and thus my fourth novel, but I’ll probably be sharing it serially, first. I’m not exactly writing in order, so I’ll probably start sharing serially once I have 20k consecutive words starting from the beginning. An often-forgotten detail of the original story is that the Beast is cursed as punishment for rejecting the sexual advances of his mother-figure, and one of the main things I want to do with this story is actually deal with how traumatized this dude must be after all that. I badly need a title.

Take Off Your Happy Face: currently at 10k, probably won’t get much farther until I finish Pinioned and When the War Ends. Fanfic about Tim and Harley, after Bruce and the Joker are dead. Was meant to be a brief flashback scene for Flightless Birds, but now it’s a whole separate story.

Ozma: The Boy Queen: currently at 18k. A little boy named Tip gets turned into a little girl and made queen. Tip did not want either of these things, but no one cares what Tip wants. (Life gets weird. They fight a Nome. They meet a lady with 30 heads. The guy who murdered Tip’s dad shows up and moves in.) Based on books 2-6 of L Frank Baum’s Oz series. Those first 18k are on AO3, though they’ll go through a few more rounds of editing before I do anything else with them.

#my writing #batfic #batman #batman fanfiction #fanfiction #flightless birds #original fiction #beauty and the beast #oz series #oz project #when the war ends #when pinioned birds take flight #take off your happy face #oz books #Oz #batb #fairy tale retelling

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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!

#frozen #batb1991 #kristanna days #frozen and batb yuletide #frozen yuletide exchange #kristanna #adam/belle #rydoff #elsamaren #gaston/adam/belle #belle/elsa #disney #disney fanfiction #frozen fanfic #batb fanfic

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jarofstyles · 2 years

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when vampire harry does something to annoy y/n she definitely sprays some perfume on her neck because she knows it bothers him 😌 girlboss moves 😌

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“You didn’t.” He glowered from across the dining room. Y/N looked up at him through her lashes, popping a roast potato into her mouth. Her eyes met his as she chewed slowly, giving him an innocent look that was quite obviously full of shit.

“Didn’t what, love?” Her tone was a sweet confusion but he could smell undertones of her frustrated arousal underneath the perfume that had his nose crinkling.

“You know what you did. You put that… disgusting artificial smell all over you.” He grunted as he gripped the top off the ornate wooden chair, coughing slightly at just how much she had used. This was revenge and he knew it full force, but it was killing him. Harry went on and on about how much he loved her natural scent. How much he adored it and needed to have it bottled. It wasn’t just the blood but her pheromones, the natural bit of her that would settle. This was not right.

With the amount of time he spent with his face in the girl’s neck, inhaling the scent that sent shiver and comfort through his body; he knew he had messed up by not budging in the idea of going to the bar with her tonight. But he couldn’t help but feel possessive. What was even worse? She was close to her month menstruation, which meant her natural scent was even better. And he was being robbed of that.

“I told you no because I’d rip the head off of any fucking creature that looked at you.” His voice was a deep snarl, gripping the wood so tightly it began to splinter. Y/N was unphased at his antics, knowing he would never harm her. “One wrong look and I’d have to take them out. You know how I get… this time.” He warned, eyes darkening with a red tint and then a sneeze passing his nose and startling him. It was the worst perfume. All he wanted was her pure scent back, the tiniest citrus notes instead of this offensive artificial patchouly musk.

“Hm. Well, have you ever thought to explain that to me instead of saying no and sending me out like a little girl and a tap on the ass?” She held the fork up in her hand, narrowing her eyes at him in challenge. “Maybe I wanted you to feel that way. It’s… sexy.” She purred. “But it’s too late now. You’ve got to sit and suffer the consequences, my love.” Her croon did things to the man, the top of the antique chair snapping as he snarled.

“Wash it off. Now.” It sent arousal through her body. Her vampire was always so, so calm and sweet. Cordial. Agreeable with her. To see him irritated and tough was hotter than hell. Plus? He was learning a valuable lesson.

“Maybe when I go take a shower later. It’s my dinner time. If you’re good and order me a drink from Starbucks before it closes, I’ll wash it off before I let you feed.”

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coolcattime · 2 months

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Home and Free: Chapter Twelve - A Dangerous Pastime

Characters: Captain Capsize, Sonja Firefox, Skipper Redbeard, Jordan Captainsparklez, Tucker Jericho, Tom Syndicate, Martha the Mystic, Mot Screziato, Alyssa Countybat, Waglington, Farmer Steve, Prince Andor, Jeriah, Lady Ianite (mentioned)

Relationship: Captain Capsize/Sonja Firefox, Captain Capsize/Jordan Captainsparklez (onesided)

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It had been a week. A long horrible, hellish week since the magical carriage had dumped Redbeard back in town half-frozen and in mental anguish. A week since Jordan had thrown him to the ground outside the tavern, laughing at him as he begged for help. A long week where he had been forced to accept if he was going to save his sister then he was going to have to do it completely alone.

The first night he had ended up stumbling back to his and Capsize’s home, managing to make it to the living room and light the fireplace with shaking hands. He had sat there, the fire’s warmth almost unpleasant after the day in the freezing cold of the cell. He didn’t care enough to move back. He wasn’t sure he even had the strength to, anyway. He sat alone in the house, so unbelievably broken. Capsize had exchanged her freedom for his. His sister was locked up in his place, in that freezing cold cell. He had just sat there trying to process that fact. He still hadn’t actually completely managed to actually do so because, gods, Capsize was at the mercy of that Beast. How was he ever meant to process that? That cell had been terrible, and he’d only been in there for a day. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her locked her there, saw the look of terror and panic she’d had in that last moment when he had been dragged away. Every day it was getting colder. How long could she really last in that cell?

He needed to save her. That was the surest thought in his head from the moment the Beast had agreed to imprison Capsize in his place. He still could hear it leaning over him, telling him not to return if he valued his life. As terrible as it was to think, he truly didn’t. Capsize’s life was far more important than his own. The only reason he hadn’t already tried to return to the castle was his own physical weakness. He’d been so cold, so close to freezing. As it turns out, that isn’t something a person can just recover from with a single night’s rest. Even now, he didn’t feel at his full strength, but he had recovered enough to try to return to the castle. He couldn’t bring himself to wait any longer.

He'd been doing his best to prepare even in his weakened state. He’d started that first morning, when he had woken up from a fitful sleep somehow still cold. He had known that he needed to do something, he couldn’t just sit feeling absolutely terrible. So, he had forced himself to move, had gone to Capsize’s room to try and find a map to mark the route back to the castle. Entering the downstairs bedroom had been hard. It looked like she could enter at any moment. He had found his entire body stuck, unable to actually search because if he moved anything it would mean losing some remnants of her presence. The room was so neat, the only real mess being her desk and a shelf that contained a small collection of books and a couple of trinkets, a glass that would’ve housed a rose had the trip to the market been normal. The thought of roses made his stomach turn, the reason he was labelled a thief: a teasing joke towards his sister. The desk had notes about trinkets scattered across it, and Redbeard knew they were all old, that if Capsize was here she wouldn’t mind him moving them, but he felt so hesitant to move any of it anyway. She should be here, she should be in this room reading or making notes on some trinket, but instead he was here. He forced himself to sit down.

Thankfully, he didn’t actually have to move too many of the papers to find a map. One was pinned under a couple dusty journals in the back corner against the wall. He felt a tinge of curiosity at the journals but didn’t dare to open them. It would be pointless to read them, Capsize clearly hadn’t written in them for quite some time, and even if she had, there was absolutely no way she had known that she wasn’t going to return to the town that day. There was nothing to gain from reading them, but he still found his thoughts drawn to the journals as he worried that he had missed something about his sister. He knew she wasn’t happy here. He wasn’t so oblivious to miss the obvious and it was clear that neither of them really belonged here, but how could he do anything but worry that he had missed things when she had willingly made a deal to stay in that cursed place. He knew nothing good would come from him reading them. Either there’d be nothing to find, and he’d be left with the guilt of invading Capsize’s privacy, or he’d find that he had missed how unhappy she was and be left with that guilt instead. He had no idea which would be a worse feeling, so it was better not to look at all.

That’s what he told him as he forced himself to focus on the map, marking the route back to the castle. It was so easy to spot now. How had neither he nor Capsize ever acknowledged the odd road to nowhere? It was so strange, one of them should’ve said something about the oddity, but it was as if he had only even thought of its existence on that night when he had been forced to take that path. He supposed he should be glad for it. Had Capsize ever noticed there was an oddity so close to the town, she almost certainly would’ve gone to investigate it. At the very least this way, he knew where she was. All of this would’ve been so much worse had Capsize just disappeared one day, leaving him with no idea what could’ve happened to her.

Marking the route back had only been a temporary distraction. The moment it was done, he was once again forced to face the fact that he had absolutely no idea what to do. He had no idea how long it would take him to get through the woods on foot completely alone. He had been so sure that someone would help him, that at the very least Jordan or Tucker would care enough to want to help Capsize, but instead he was completely without help. Where did that leave him really? Maybe he could make his way back to the castle – though the weather from the quickly coming in winter would slow him down, he could prepare for a long journey. He had weapons he could take to scare off the wolves and any other predators, he was sure he could prepare food and supplies and, while he’d probably need to search through Capsize’s limited books for the information, he could likely find things in the woods themselves to keep the journey going longer if needed. But he knew that he had no chance of fighting the Beast. If he couldn’t fight it, he couldn’t save Capsize, so what was he supposed to do?

A hopeless, lost feeling overwhelmed him. He’d been unable to shift out of it for days. Every moment he was recovering his physical strength, he couldn’t stop the berating thoughts that he was allowing Capsize to suffer. She had found him so quickly despite how she couldn’t have had any idea where to find him, the kind of trouble that he was in. Meanwhile, he didn’t have the strength to do the same. Gods, he was a shameful brother. He had tried, he truly had, to leave that first morning after marking the route on the map, but his entire body shook as he walked. He had ended up passed out by the fireplace, waking up and sobbing as he realised that he didn’t have the strength to save Capsize as she had saved him. Days passed of him spending so long by the fire, feeling like a complete failure.

Until finally, today a week later, he found the strength to be able to force himself to actually do something. Movement still hurt, though it was a dull ache that he could ignore for the most part. He didn’t care if no one would help him, he had to help Capsize. There was enough food and supplies in the house that he could use, he could make the journey to the castle on foot. He knew it wasn’t a good plan, in fact it was a completely terrible one, but what other choice did he have? He needed to do something. Good idea or not, he forced himself to begin packing. Food and some basic survival and camping supplies were easy enough, though he certainly couldn’t pack nearly as much as he wanted to. He ended up shoving a natural guidebook that Capsize had on her shelf into his bag as well, hoping that he wouldn’t have to use it, but knowing it was better safe than sorry.

The next task was emotionally harder. The wooden chest under his desk had gathered dust over the two years they had been here. He had never intended to keep it hidden, and seeing the dust saddened him. Better now than never to finally use his belongings once again though. He opened the chest, coming face to face with his and Capsize’s old equipment, from those days back on the ship. Folded black coats with dulled golden embellishments, a compass left to tarnish, a pair of cutlasses, a pistol, and a crossbow with ammunition packs for both. He ran a hand over his sword and his crossbow. How long had it been since he used either? He’d put all the things away with every belief that it would be a temporary storage. Capsize had just been so sad looking at their old things, putting them away had just seemed easier. It was just until they could leave, he’d told himself, but them leaving had never actually come. So, they had laid untouched for the whole time. As he picked up the crossbow, it felt almost alien in his hands before it quickly felt normal again, which made a twinge of guilt snap within him. None of this would’ve happened if he was just more careful back then. All of this would’ve been prevented. Capsize had never blamed him, but he knew it was his fault. It was too late by far to fix his original mistake, but he could fix his newest one.

Placing his crossbow on the bed, he scooped out his sword and the quiver of bolts, placing them alongside the other weapon. He’d only put it on when he was actually leaving, he could do without any more stares judging him. The clear judgement as they looked at the town drunkard telling an insane story. Maybe they were right to throw him out of the tavern. He wondered if they truly had the correct opinion of him. Obviously, he knew the Beast was actually real, that Capsize was actually in danger, but maybe he was crazy regardless. He planned to go and face the creature that he knew was far more powerful than himself and had threatened to kill him if he ever returned. Even being completely gentle with his words, he knew his plan was foolish. But of course, that wasn’t why everyone in town thought there was something wrong with him. They thought he was a drunk idiot that was making up a ridiculous story. Perhaps that was a trap that he had walked himself into, but he was so confused about what he was meant to do if they just weren’t going to believe him. He just had to keep telling the truth and hope somehow someone decided to help him, that they cared enough about Capsize to want to help despite the situation being unbelievable.

“Please… Please, send help,” He begged, clutching the necklace bearing the symbol of the goddess he was praying to. Praying made it sound far more formal than his half-sobbed words could ever be described as, but he felt so desperate. He needed someone to help. Surely Lady Ianite wouldn’t abandon Capsize, surely, she had to be helping her in some way. Or maybe he just had to keep telling himself that because if it wasn’t true then he was truly alone in trying to help his sister. No, no. There was no way. He wiped away his tears. He had to keep some hope.

Then there was a thought. A far-off spark of hope in the form of someone who would help. Jeriah. Jeriah, the one person in this town that Capsize would say she was friends with. Sure, he might not believe the story, he certainly didn’t seem the type to believe in monsters. But the man had been a knight once, he’d devoted so much of his life to helping people, surely, he’d help Capsize. It felt like the only hope he’d had this whole time, but Jeriah was out of town, and wasn't going to return for weeks. He couldn’t wait that long, but at the very least, he could leave a letter to explain the situation to the man, leave him the map showing him the route to the castle. That way if Red failed, at least someone who cared about Capsize would know about the danger she was in and where she was. There was a sickly rise in his throat as he thought about failing, of Capsize ending up completely stuck without anyone who might come to help her. Why did he have to get her into this mess?

His body began shaking again. He knew Capsize being in danger was his fault. If not for him entering the castle in the first place, she would be safe. He brushed away more tears. He couldn’t allow himself to wallow in those feelings. They wouldn’t help anybody, least of all Capsize. So, despite how pushing down emotions and forcing himself to leave was no healthier than his self-loathing, he went to find paper. All that mattered to him was Capsize being safe, so he had to make that the only thought in his head if he wanted to carry on.

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Walking through the streets was unbearable. He had hoped that the snow beginning to fall would mean most would stay inside, but the market was as bustling as ever. He had never felt so uncomfortable in his own skin. He was used to being seen as a drunk, was used to being called the names associated with such a reputation, but he had never felt nearly as horrible about those facts until today. They weren’t just calling him drunk anymore. They were pretending to whisper as they called him crazy, talked openly that Capsize must be glad for some time away from him. It took more strength than he cared to admit to not either snap at them or just break down into tears. How had he told Capsize to just ignore them?

He kept his head down, trying so hard to tune out the noise. It was far harder than it normally would be as his thoughts were not a safe place to retreat to. All he could really cling to as a focus were physical sensations. The cold wind biting against his skin, the letter he was clutching in his pocket that he feared he’d crumpled beyond readability. They were not particularly nice things to focus on, but they were far nicer than any alternatives. He just needed to stay out here for ten minutes. He could do that.

It was in this state, trudging through the quickly building snow trying to ignore the world, that an arrow fell past him. He felt it graze his ear as he stumbled, almost falling as the ground gave him very little traction to keep his footing. He managed to keep himself upright, something he was glad for as he heard laughter coming from behind him. Despite the actions that he’d just experienced, the laughter didn’t sound malicious. It was as if he was hearing laughter from a pleasant conversation. That made it feel all the colder. He contemplated just continuing on as if nothing had happened, to not face the man that he knew was behind him, but there was still a tiny part of him that wanted to believe that he hadn’t completely misjudged the man that he had honestly believed to be a friend. So, he turned around.

There stood Jordan, his bow held loosely in his hands looking thoroughly entertained by his actions. He didn’t look any different, he didn’t even look cruel as he had that night when he’d thrown him out the tavern. He looked so normal, with a smile that made him look approachable despite everything. Beside him was Tucker, not quite smiling. Redbeard had no idea what to make of either man. He had trusted them, given them the benefit of the doubt whether Capsize had given her complaints. He wanted to believe that he hadn’t misjudged them, because the idea that he had been so blind was pain that he didn’t want to face when everything else was so painful, but what else was he meant to think?

“Looks like I can miss,” Jordan said, a chuckle laced in his tone. He was joking. Obviously, he had only meant to graze the man. Redbeard was an occasional annoyance, but he certainly hadn’t planned to do any actual harm to the man. Even he wouldn’t be able to get away with that, even if the man was a drunkard. It was clear to everyone that the man was harmless entertainment, so he could get away with teasing, but not anything beyond that. It was all in good fun, anyway. Everyone knew he was just joking around. “Seen any more monsters? We’re all curious about the beasts in the woods.”

“Don’t joke around! Capsize is in the clutches of a monster and you couldn’t care less,” Redbeard felt his throat burn as he spoke, not quite being able to yell. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to, he just couldn’t hold back his anger and act like nothing was wrong. Jordan had said he wanted to marry Capsize, called her perfect and brilliant, but hadn’t taken the idea that she was in danger with any kind of worry. He just couldn’t understand it. Jordan had no idea if he should be impressed that the man was still keeping up with the ridiculous story, though he really couldn’t be. It was likely he was keeping the story up out of stupidity rather than bravery, and it wasn’t as if the man had any sort of reputation to lose from his actions. He should just try and get this over with. So, Jordan, with a roll of his eyes, took a step towards him.

“Come on, Red. You don’t need to keep pretending,” He said, even offering a hand in an attempt to be friendly. He knew that the man would likely be a little wary after the tavern, but he could be the bigger man and take the first step in mending that bridge. Yes, he didn’t particularly need to be friendly to the man, but once Capsize was back, she’d probably ask after him and her brother would be the first person she’d ask. Better to keep him on side, even if he was telling tall tales. And besides, if the man could take a joke, he’d laugh off the whole being thrown out the tavern thing. Everyone else had found it funny. Redbeard didn’t take his hand. He stared at it, completely unable to trust the action. It wasn’t as if he was apologising, in fact he was still suggesting that he was making the whole thing up. Jordan frowned just ever so slightly at the man’s hesitance. Why was he acting like this? “Look, we all know that Capsize just got a bit embarrassed and decided to leave town for a little bit to avoid her problems.”

“Leave town? Do you really think that’s something she can just do on a whim?” He felt so utterly confused about the situation Jordan appeared to have just completely made up. Maybe he shouldn’t ask the question that he did, after all, most would take it as a good thing that someone didn’t doubt their sister’s abilities, but his mind could only think of her complaining about the man, about how he didn’t ever seem to actually see her as a person. For the first time, it felt like he was seeing what she meant by that. And that alone was enough to infuriate him. He knew that rising anger meant that he should leave. He should just leave and not say anything more to Jordan, as it likely wouldn’t lead to anything good, but he was so tired. He’d already lost Capsize, what more did he really have to lose? The least he could do now was to finally believe his sister’s words as he should’ve done a long time ago. “And what do you mean she was hiding from her problems? What happened in the day I was gone that she’d feel so desperately that she needed to leave?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” Jordan could admit that the man sounded genuinely confused, but all that meant was he was a good actor. Obviously Capsize had told him about her rejecting him, why wouldn’t she have? She would’ve needed to tell him why she left town. He went to step forward but felt a sharp tug on his arm from behind. He looked back, finding Tucker frowning at him. If the man wanted to say something, he didn’t, but Jordan could predict what he would say anyway. For whatever reason, Tucker actually seemed worried about Redbeard. Jordan couldn’t understand it, the only problem the man had was being caught in a ridiculous lie. Fine, though, if he really needed to say it out loud. “Capsize rejected my proposal, being difficult as always, so obviously she’s decided to run off and hide rather than confront the issue.”

“What?” His response was flat. Redbeard genuinely could not believe the words that he was hearing. Jordan had actually proposed to Capsize. That idea wasn’t clicking in his head. Yes, he had asked for his blessing to marry her, but they weren’t even dating. Not to mention, Capsize avoided him whenever it was physically possible, how had she even been around long enough for him to propose? He stood completely dumbfounded, trying to figure out any kind of response to the man. Jordan, looking at the expression of the man in front of him, considered for the first time if perhaps Redbeard hadn’t been playing dumb and actually hadn’t known about the failed proposal. Maybe Capsize just hadn’t told him, he seemed like the type that would just do as his sister told him and return back with a ridiculous excuse for her absence if she told him she wanted some time alone. Maybe he should’ve played this slightly differently. No. No, he was still acting like a madman. He didn’t need to be polite when someone was acting like that. Redbeard ended up shaking his head, tiny movements as he just truly didn’t understand what had happened in the short amount of time he had been gone. “You proposed to Capsize? You aren’t dating, she doesn’t even—”

“Obviously we’re dating!” Jordan interrupted, speaking as if that fact was the clearest fact in the world. Capsize had given him a rose, they’d been on a date. How was there any other explanation except for the fact that they were dating? How could anyone not see the fact they were a couple? They were perfect, they were destined to be together. Lady Ianite had sent Capsize here to be with him. Anyone with a brain could see how great they were together, which was why it was ridiculous that she had had the nerve to reject him. He was so focused on Redbeard that he didn’t notice the confused look from Tucker. Were they dating? Jordan certainly seemed to think so, and he said the words with so much confidence that Tucker almost just wanted to go along with it, but when Capsize was leaving there was so much resentment towards the idea of being in a relationship with the man. Both ideas couldn’t co-exist, and clearly if one person said no that meant there wasn’t a relationship. He considered saying something, or even just quietly nudging Jordan to check if he was actually sure, but he ended up remaining quiet. Redbeard, however, found himself unable to hold back, especially as Jordan continued to talk. “Lady Ianite clearly wants us to be together. And we are together, Capsize just likes playing hard to get. When she gets back, she’ll—"

“Capsize can’t stand you!” Redbeard yelled the words that he absolutely knew he would regret, but he was beyond caring. He had never been so annoyed at himself for having any kind of faith in someone.

“Hey, maybe we should all just calm down,” Tucker said, stepping properly into the conversation for the first time. Jordan and Redbeard both looked on the verge of snapping, actually maybe both already had, but surely there was a chance to de-escalate the argument. They both turned to look at him. Jordan looked annoyed, like Tucker was interrupting something that just didn’t involve him. It was an unpleasant look to have directed at him, but it was better by far than the look from Redbeard. The look from him felt painful to be under. It was not quite anger, though Tucker certainly didn’t want to move into striking distance of the man, rather he looked at Tucker with so little respect that it was as if he had physically struck him rather than telling him to calm down. Redbeard truly wondered why he had thought Tucker was going to be any different than Jordan.

“No! Do you know how many times I’ve defended you? How many times that I told Capsize she was just assuming the worst about you?” He shot rhetorical questions as Jordan. He was so upset with himself as he thought back on the incidents. He should’ve listened to her, then maybe something would’ve changed. It didn’t really make sense as a train of thought, him taking Capsize more seriously about Jordan wouldn’t have changed the Beast’s presence, but maybe if her life in this town had been even a little bit more pleasant, she wouldn’t have been so willing to give up her life for him. He’d never know for sure, and his anger at himself for that fact just fuelled his feelings towards Jordan all the more. “I told her that you were just excited to meet another Ianitee, that you hadn’t grown up in the culture and wanted to learn, but she was right. You don’t see her as a person, she’s just a thing that Lady Ianite had sent for you to have. If you really cared about her at all, you’d be worried that she’s vanished, but don’t! So just leave me alone to help her, because if all you care about is having the perfect girl for your made-up relationship, then here’s some news for you: Capsize will never marry you!”

The townsfolk who had been listening and watching the argument quickly averted their gazes, speed walking away to try and cover that they had been listening at all. Redbeard, feeling a certain amount of confidence leave him as his anger actually formed into words, decided not to remain near Jordan and Tucker. The only thing sticking around would do was make him regret his words, and regret was something he currently had far too much of anyway. He turned on the spot, heading towards Jeriah’s house hoping he wouldn’t see either man again. He’d head out tonight to the woods rather than waiting any longer. He’d been wrong to wait around so long hoping for any help in this town.

Tucker and Jordan remained still watching the ginger man disappear into the falling snow. Tucker felt cold, though not from the weather. He thought of the events of the previous week, of the failed proposal and throwing Redbeard out the tavern. Neither sibling had been treated correctly, and he’d done nothing to actually correct that issue. And there was still the lingering worry that he couldn’t shift because Redbeard was still sticking to his story of Capsize being imprisoned. Jordan, meanwhile, was feeling a very different set of emotions.

“He’s gone mad. He’s crazy…” He said, audible to Tucker but only just. It was the only explanation. Capsize didn’t dislike him, she was just stubborn and liked playing hard to get. They were meant to be, so obviously she liked him. Redbeard had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. With this alongside his insistence of a beast in the woods having taken Capsize, it was clear that whatever sanity the man had once had was completely lost. And that, that put a far darker thought in his head. “He’s actually gone completely mad…”

“Hey, let’s head back. We, err, we should probably…” Tucker had absolutely no idea what to say. They should help Redbeard, or at the very least try and figure out what actually happened to Capsize. A creeping fear told him a bear or wolf could’ve gotten her, Redbeard coming up with the story to explain something horrific, but he didn’t want to believe that was true. Maybe in a few hours, they could go out and check the woods. Better late than never, right? He doubted Jordan would go for such a place after what they’d just learned, but maybe this could be a turning point to make Capsize actually reconsider her thoughts on him? He gently put a hand on Jordan’s shoulder. He expected to have his hand shrugged away. He didn’t expect Jordan to turn with him with a wide smile, placing a hand on each of his shoulders as he gave off the air that he’d won a prize rather than having been told that the woman he wanted to marry hated him.

“Tucker, I’ve had a thought,” He said, lacking any anger or upset in his speech that one would expect from someone in his situation. In fact, he sounded elated. It was disconcerting, but Tucker tried to smile. He had the feeling that his expression wasn’t quite reaching his eyes.

“That’s dangerous,” He joked, and Jordan actually laughed. It was as if nothing was wrong. No, not as if, truly and genuinely nothing was wrong. Jordan had figured it out, the absolutely perfect plan to get Capsize exactly where he wanted her.

“Oh, I know, but with everything Redbeard’s been saying can you blame me?” Again, his tone didn’t match how Tucker thought he really should be feeling. But Jordan was elated, he’d figured out the solution to his problems with Capsize. “Because he’s clearly gone crazy, Tucker. All this talk of a beast and Capsize being imprisoned. Everyone’s heard, everyone knows he’s lost it, but Capsize loves him, she’d do anything to defend him.”

“Yeah, I guess she would,” There was a growing pit in Tucker’s stomach. He could barely manage the reply he gave as he was scared of the look in Jordan’s eyes, of affirming whatever ideas he was thinking. Jordan leant in closer. He couldn’t let anyone else hear his plan.

“So, let’s say the asylum gets wind that Redbeard isn’t doing too well. Capsize would agree to anything to make sure he wasn’t locked up,” He whispered. If Tucker didn’t know his friend’s tone so well, he’d assume he was making a very dark joke. But he knew, he could just tell that this wasn’t one. He had never had such a deep pit in his stomach. He should say something. He should try to tell Jordan that this was insane, that he couldn’t blackmail Capsize into marrying him, but the look in his eyes, it scared him. He needed to stop this, obviously he did, but what chance did he have of doing that with direct confrontation. There was a chance that this was just a reaction formed from shock and anger, that tomorrow Jordan would wake up and realise what a terrible thing he had suggested. “The asylum director, he definitely seems like the type to take bribes, don’t you think.”

“Oh definitely,” Tucker felt a little hope drain out of him as he knew full well that Monsieur Furia was an unscrupulous man. He would most certainly take money to detain someone. He couldn’t let this happen. At the same , though, he couldn’t let Jordan know he thought this was completely terrible. The man would just storm off and do it anyway if his previous experiences told him anything. So, what could he do? He was sure however that he could, at the very least, slow this plan down. He plastered a smile on his face, trying to match Jordan’s energy. “But we’re gonna need to come up with a plan for this. One wrong move and he’ll have proof and blackmail you. He’d much rather have you at his beck and call than money.”

“You’re absolutely right,” He said with a grimace. He couldn’t afford to be caught doing this. If he went about this correctly, he could be seen as a charitable man who selflessly rescued his bride’s brother from a terrible fate. But one wrong move and his reputation would be held in the hands of a man who he knew wouldn’t hesitate to use such information to ruin him at this first convenience. He would need to think this through, to make sure his plan was absolutely foolproof. Thankfully, he had Tucker to help him, and time before Capsize was likely to arrive back in town, but he was absolutely sure that his wedding was in his grasp, and he wasn’t going to let it go now he was clearly so close. “But we’ve got time. Come on, let’s go somewhere private to discuss this.”

Jordan began to walk towards their training grounds. For a moment, Tucker hesitated to follow. Maybe he should go and try to warn Redbeard. That would certainly be the best thing to keep the man from danger, but there was truly a part of him clinging to the idea that Jordan would realise what a horrible idea this was. Tomorrow, if he was still convinced this plan was in any way a good idea, he’d warn Redbeard. He prayed to his Lord that it wouldn’t come to that.

The next day, he would find the home of Capsize and Redbeard dark and empty. Redbeard had already left for the woods, having no idea what awaited him back in town. Tucker stood in the snow-covered streets and realised that he had no idea what he was supposed to do. He couldn’t let Jordan imprison a man to blackmail his sister into marriage, but once he had an idea in his head, he rarely managed to be talked out of it. And, as much as they were both god’s champions, Tucker knew that Jordan was far more admired and respected than himself. It sometimes felt like whatever Jordan said was just taken as fact. And suddenly something Tucker once might’ve said as a joke felt like an absolutely terrifying reality that he was inescapably stuck in.

#mianite #mianite fanfiction #cat's fanfiction #sonja firefoxx #sonja firefoxx/captain capsize #captain capsize #mianite batb au #foxxsize #skipper redbeard #jordan captainsparklez #tucker iijeriichoii

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fleetways · 2 years

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Chapter 1: Prologue

I couldn’t find any Sonadow Beauty and the Beast stories so I made my own

This is my first fanfiction! I have four chapters written so far and thought it would be fun to post art along with each chapter.

Next chapter will be posted tomorrow.

Read it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40786071

#sonadow #sonic the werehog #Sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #fanfiction #sonic fanfiction #chazart #super Sonic #Sonic #sth #batb au #due to popular demand #this is kinda cringe #but I am free #mdlhea #mdlhea chapter

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thefamilybruno · 5 months

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The Prince and the Peasant - Chapter 4 - Both Ways

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

Rating: E

Tags (sample): Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Roommates, Banter, Cuddling, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Falling in Love, Mutual Pining

“I bet that was one of the best meals you’ve ever eaten in your life,” Gaston said as lifted the bucket of now-dirty water.

God, that man’s arrogance was never-ending. Despite the fact that the two were only just starting to tolerate each other, Adam couldn’t resist the urge to mess with him.

“It wasn’t half-bad,” Adam said. “Filets were a bit dry, though.”

Gaston dropped the bucket, causing some of the water to splash onto the floorboards. Adam’s muscles tensed. He wondered if Gaston would try to fight him over something so silly.

“They weren’t dry!”

The next few words tumbled out of Adam’s mouth before he had a chance to really consider whether or not he wanted to say them.

“Maybe a little over-seasoned too.”

As Gaston took two threatening footsteps toward him, Adam got to his feet, forcing himself to appear unfazed, though his hands were starting to shake. He had to wonder why he was harassing Gaston like this. After all, the man had cooked them a perfectly nice meal. But, Jesus Christ, his narcissism. He needed to lighten up a little.

“What did you say?” Gaston asked, getting in Adam’s face. Adam’s mouth twitched and he didn’t know how much longer he could possibly hold back laughter. “I can’t believe you’re so spoiled as to insult-”

Even though Adam kept his mouth clamped shut, he couldn’t hold back expressing his amusement any longer, which meant that his whole body jerked involuntarily as he emitted a loud snort. Gaston’s fury appeared to away, seeming to transform into complete confusion instead, which only made Adam want to laugh some more, but this time, he didn’t hold back in the slightest, and shouted a boisterous ‘HAH!’ right in Gaston’s face before dissolving into a fit of laughter and ultimately covering his mouth with his hand. Gaston stayed silent.

“Sorry,” Adam said as he tried to contain his laughter and rein in his smile to one that was a relatively normal size. “I was teasing you.”

Gaston lifted one of his eyebrows. “Teasing me?”

“I’m not even sure why,” Adam said. “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t hate the rabbit?”

“I never even said I hated it!” Adam smiled and shook his head. Somehow, the man had heard the words ‘half-bad’ and had decided that they meant ‘terrible.’ For someone with an enormous ego, Gaston’s self-worth seemed to be ludicrously fragile. “I loved it.”

“You loved it,” Gaston repeated.

Oh, the poor man was still confused somehow. Hadn’t anyone ever teased him before?

“Yes!” Adam reached up and tentatively patted Gaston on the arm in a gesture of mocking reassurance. “Don’t look so shocked. I was only trying to be funny.”

Gaston looked at Adam’s hand, which had come to settle on his bicep, and then back at Adam’s face. He shrugged it off and walked back to the bucket.

“I knew you were teasing me,” Gaston said, picking up the bucket again. “I mean, how could you not be? Everything I cook is delicious.”

#batb 91 #batb fanfic #beauty and the beast #beautyandthebeastfanfiction #adam/gaston #beauty and the beast 1991 #batb fanfiction #beast/gaston #gaston #and they were roommates #banter #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers

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magicclownjuice · 1 year

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BEAUTY AND THE BEAST X FNAF: SECURITY BREACH DCA FIC SNIPPET.

Featuring the villain of this AU, Afton himself. Enjoy this little sneak peek of me and @nebuladreamz 's fic!

Cw: Afton acting like Gaston? Ig?

"Another day, another attempt from Mr Afton to woo you into favoring him. Your nose scrunches up at the idea. You don't understand what part of being told "no" he takes as an invitation to keep up with his uncomfortable proposals, but then again, you had never met such a self-absorbed, stubborn man in your life until you arrived in town.

He had eyed you with dark interest ever since you had stepped into the village to introduce yourself. You can still remember his gray eyes raking up and down your figure, as if you were a fine cut of meat written down in his tavern's menu, or a remarkable specimen of deer to take down with a single bullet, as he often brags to have done.

Hunting down unsuspecting prey wasn't only his favorite past-time, it was also a core part of his personality; he could turn anything and everything into a chase, a challenge. And that's exactly what you were in his eyes; a prize to be won and bragged about until the novelty wears off."