I don’t know? How this idea happened? I just know it did. A sort-of-kind-of Beauty and the Beast AU for two different @drarrymicrofic prompts: blossom and bloom. Enjoy!
His rage was nearly as legendary as his raw power, both in the burly muscles that flexed under the thick fur and in the magic that coursed through his veins.
Few dared to trespass, to satisfy their voyeuristic hunger for tragedy, for pain. Eventually, the risk of being imprisoned, at best, if not torn apart limb from limb, kept even the most foolhardy villagers at bay. Those that had gotten close enough to the wild green eyes swore they saw a glimpse of the cursed man trapped within the beast. Some had climbed the trees nearest to the gate and told all who would listen of the glowing flower in its glass dome.
The servents, resigned to their fate, would sneak into the room and watch the rose petals fall, one by one, wilting and curling and browned at the edges.
Until the Beauty came along, with the glowing hair of an angel and the smirk of a devil. The staff was dumbfounded, in shock and renewed hope, watching the Beast growl and gnash his teeth and swipe his claws at the Beauty, who tamed him with imperious snark and a raised eyebrow.
The Beast blinked, furrowed his hairy brow, and trudged back to his chambers, slamming the door hard enough to shake the walls.
The Beauty, undeterred, huffed and demanded to be shown to his rooms.
The staff served them both, dutiful and wary, watching over the weeks as the two of them fought, bickered, and cursed at one another.
The door to the rose’s room remained closed, forgotten by all until the stroke of midnight on the eve before fall succumbed to winter. The Beauty’s chambers had been long forgotten by its resident; two sets of footsteps now puttered around the larger bedroom.
Beams of light shone through the crack in the bedroom door, vibrant and glittering for an instant before fading from whence they came.
The next morning, the Beauty floated gracefully down the winding staircase, his lips curved into a soft smile. He reached the bottom and turned, looking up at the top of the stairs. “Coming, darling?”
The other man appeared around the corner to stand at the top of the staircase and grinned, green eyes crinkling at the corners. One hand grasped the railing while the other twirled the rose between his thumb and forefinger. He moved down the steps, which no longer groaned so ominously under his feet. He met his lover and pulled him into his sinewy arms, tucking the flower behind his Beauty’s ear.
“Yes, my love,” the Prince said, the growl in his chest now human, playful. “I’m right here.”
Tags: Alternate Universe - Beauty and the Beast Fusion, Beauty and the Beast Elements, Beauty and the Beast AU, monster!lance, beast!lance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Humanity, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Feral Behavior, Curses, Curse Breaking, I fix all the things wrong with the live action movie, and add a few twists to the original, Lance is also more of a chimera, Pidge pretends to be a guy at first, Red String of Fate, Graphic Description, Sickfic, Transformation, Magic, Fairy Tale Curses
When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
A sapphire rose signifies the time Lance has left to break the curse or forever remain a monster. As his humanity continually slips away, he has come to accept that he will never find love nor be loved in return. But then he finds himself with a hope smiling at him, her amber eyes searching beyond appearances and into his heart…
Pidge has always wanted more. Constrained in a society that believes women shouldn’t learn how to read let alone invent, she has to disguise herself as a man to do that which she loves. She yearns for the freedom to be herself and ironically finds it when she’s held captive in a castle…
Both Pidge and Lance learn that first appearances are deceiving.
I’m back with another Disney AU The other day I was scrolling on my feed and got nostalgic. My first post in The Arcana fandom was my Tangled!AU with Julian and Clara. I tought it’d be fun to go back to how I started, Disney movies always lighten my mood. I still can’t thank you guys enough for the sweet messages you left on my last post. Your comments, dms and additions to my post in your stories on insta, reblogs on tumblr made me smile. It showed me that there are truly amazing, supportive people in this fandom. I hope to share many new positive posts with you in the future! Thank you for being so amazing and kind, love you all
We’re allowed to post our Fantasy Zine pieces now, so, here’s the Beauty and the Beast piece which I worked on with @lucycamui! :D A beastly but gentle Yuri <3
For as long as Victor could recall, tales of the beast proliferated through the village. A prince whose family once ruled the land, now trapped within the castle walls and encased by his barrier of beautiful, fiercely thorned blue roses, in exchange for which a baron had promised a coach filled with gold. Yet none dared venture, the village living in fear of a beast that none would admit that they had seen. A fairytale, meant to keep children out of the woods, run amok. All to his benefit, for none would act as competition.
Snow crunched underfoot, crystalline. Victor shivered in his heavy cloak, chill sweeping through him. He kept his head tipped low, so that the wind would not beat his cheeks rosy. Step by step, left before right. A hood covered his silver hair as he made his way through the woods, counting his steps, making sure that each footfall was directly in front of the last. To go in circles would spell out certain death, lost in the thicket, his bones chilled by the snowstorm beating down. He refused to fall, not to a storm and not to a beast. An armful of roses and he could finally buy his coach out to a grander life than the one in the little town full of little people, where every morning was just the same.
Victor was not about to take the other route, of accepting the proposal to give his hand in marriage, unfond of his suitor’s signature style. Huffing, Victor tugged his cloak in tighter around himself. What a beautiful couple they would make, everyone said. As if Victor would let himself be wed to a man who, for some reason, kept painting his own name on his arm.
For what purpose?! In case he forgot? What did the JJ stand for, anyway? John Jefferson? Jack Jacobs? Perhaps actually just Jay Jay. At the very least, Victor was certain it was not Jean Jeans, for Victor had once called him that and was met by an hour of hopeless moping and lament, then a song of all things.
The snow before him turned to ice and Victor stopped. He had made his way through the vast, pathless, unforgiving woods and found himself before towering wrought iron gates, overgrown in vines. Through the blur of the raging storm, spiraling towers rose into the sky, draped in a blanket of snow. Even in the darkness, crystals twinkled off looming windows, beautiful with their stained glass. An ice castle, with no light of life flickering inside.
Victor clasped his hands together and blew warmth into his gloves before he gripped the iron of the gates. He did push once, for good measure, but they did not budge, woven shut by the overgrowth and frozen by the frost. Hand over hand, he scaled the gates, footing light and steady, tempting no chance to slip. As Victor cautiously pulled himself over the high gates, he could have laughed. Such dread had loomed over the village and for what. Let Jumbo Jackass or what be his name see the town beauty now. Just because his hair grew fine and long, and his fair features gathered him praise for his graceful looks did not mean he was demure by nature.
He landed sure-footed within the castle grounds. Apart from the howling wind rattling through his fabrics, not a sound nor soul stirred. All laid thick with snow, unbroken, undisturbed, only the elements at his opposition as Victor made his way inside the castle walls.
He searched, heart pounding rhythms, for the gardens in which the roses were said to always bloom. He was vigilant, dusting snow off mounds, revealing statues of carved marble, stilled fountains in which no birds could bathe, the dull of deceased shrubbery. He searched under the shadows of the towers, over covered cobbled paths, his fingers bitten brittle with each swipe at powdered white, hope for mythed blossoms fading bit by bit.
It was at the castle’s rear that he came upon the gardens, his body beaten by the blizzard. He would have not known it, amongst the prevailing white, if not for the gleam of brilliant blue like a beacon at the heart. While all else had been dominated by snow, the roses thrived, untouched. With petals like glowing silk, they beckoned and Victor approached, heart a rabbit’s in his chest.
As he neared, the flowers seemed to spread, opening in invitation, perfume bidding him welcome. His weight in gold. Victor slipped a knife from his cloak, dropping to cut the stems. Thorns grew like daggers, nicking at his gloves despite his care as he collected bloom by bloom until twelve counted in his arms. He cut a few to spare and stood, ready to depart with his spoils when he saw the blossom at the center. The only one not in bloom.
Its blue petals were wrapped tight and wilting, yet it beckoned to Victor, as if he would find the moon itself contained within. The flowers surrounding it glistened with the ice flakes riding them, yet neither wind nor snow seemed to touch the rose. The edges of the flower glowed, silver dancing off the lining of the petals, filling his eyes with a glittering light that drew him in. As Victor reached for the rose, the others around it leaned away, their leaves and thorns shrinking to grant him an opening to the bud. The wind blew off his hood, his hair escaping from its tuck within the cloak and billowing about him. His fingertips brushed blue.
Okay, here is my current WIP, which is the 7th chapter of Beauty and the Beast. So here’s a snippet for y’all. I still have sooo much to finish in this chapter, and then this story, but I have been able to work on it a bit here and there, so that’s a step in the right direction at least! Here’s to hoping I can get this chapter done and posted soon!
(Please ignore any mistakes in this, I haven’t even attempted to edit or proof it yet!)
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“Are you endeavouring to break every damn item in my house or?” He growls, and for once you can hear that he is clearly frustrated. So, it looks like he can, in fact, show a few basic emotions after all, though you kinda wish he hadn’t shown any at all. You’d like to go back to aloof and disinterested beast-man right about now, as odd as that is to want. At least if he was aloof, you’d know he wasn’t entirely enraged. Because frustrated is only a step below angry, which is then only a step below pissed the fuck off. And that’s two, too many steps close to pissed the fuck off for your comfort, ornerves.
“I-I apologize, Sir,” you quickly stutter out, as sincerely as you can while the nerves and embarrassment of not only being caught dancing around like a fool, but also having broken one of his belongings directly in front of him, run wild throughout your body. “You,” you trail off not wanting to continue on with ‘startled me’, as you realized those next words would have most likely sounded like you trying to pin the blame on him. And you very much did not want to do that. At least not to his face.
“I,what?” He questions lowly, deadly, clearly trying to prompt you into inserting your own foot in your damn mouth. And ha! Joke’s on you, assface! Because while you may not be the brightest bulb in the box, you do still have a few functioning brain cells left. At least enough to know finishing that sentence at any length will not end well for you.
“Are home,” you fill in awkwardly instead, and far too loudly at that. But rather than just leaving it there, you stupidly continue on, “Welcome home, Sir. I hope your trip was fruitful.” Ugh. Fruitful? You imbecile.
“It was,” he grunts, “until I returned home to witnessed you using a 3 million dollar vase as a fake microphone.” He pauses, probably to allow you a moment to let what he just said sink in. And once it does, you gasp quietly, because—3 million fucking dollars?! Why the hell would anyone leave a 3 million dollar freaking vase just laying around where idiots—you, you’re the idiot—could easily shatter it by accident!? “A vase you then promptly destroyed,” he adds in gruffly, as if you hadn’t already fucking realized this. And freaking thanks for that one, Tips! Uuuugh.
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Tagging: WHOEVER WANTS TO DO THIS, JUST DOOO IT! And say I tagged you, I’ll pretend like I did and no one will be the wiser! ♀️
I had to redraw it in red :) The company stopped selling Tuscan red singly, to my deep irritation, so now I use blue for most of my sketching and only redraw the ones I really like in red.
I did a BatB au collab with @cheezydraws a while back!!! We traded sketches and finished each others’ drawings! It was so much fun and I love how they both turned out!
I wanted to make some birthday art for @thewarnerbrothers! They’ve got a banger fic that’s a Beauty and The Beast AU and I adore it! Go give it a read and give them some love!
Wanted to play with perspective with Měinǚ, the “Belle” character in my “Chinese Beauty & the Beast” concept I made a while ago :)
Though her father is not a prominent man in society, as the unmarried daughter of a scholar, Měinǚ was able to avoid many unsavory marriage matches. She’d much rather bury her head in books and scrolls and her calligraphy than tend to a husband, for in stories she is able to see the world and experience adventures. Měinǚ is no longer young, and so the marriage proposals come in fewer and fewer (except for one persistent, full-of-himself brute who is determined to make her his concubine.)
When one day, on his way to a student’s house, her father gets lost and finds himself in the clutches of a strange, powerful and dangerous beast, in an old abandoned palace, Měinǚ offers herself as the Beast’s prisoner in exchange for her father’s freedom, and finds herself in an adventure of her own…
Based on thehaakun’s CaitVi Beauty and the Beast AU.
If you have been here for a while, you know I’m a sucker for a good BatB AU, and this one certainly is!
Actually managing the arcane in Piltover and Zaun as what it is in all Runeterra is a pretty unique move, and one that is managed elegantly.
How ruthless the chembarons would be if they had actual sorcery at their disposal? How the Lanes would suffer under such control? How would innocents be treated under those situations?
The answers lie within this little but perfectly crafted fic, which is also tooth-rotting sweet!
Based on thehaakun’s CaitVi Beauty and the Beast AU.
If you have been here for a while, you know I’m a sucker for a good BatB AU, and this one certainly is!
Actually managing the arcane in Piltover and Zaun as what it is in all Runeterra is a pretty unique move, and one that is managed elegantly.
How ruthless the chembarons would be if they had actual sorcery at their disposal? How the Lanes would suffer under such control? How would innocents be treated under those situations?
The answers lie within this little but perfectly crafted fic, which is also tooth-rotting sweet!
“Tonight is the night you confess your love.” Wilbur mused, holding Technoblade’s cheeks with his candlestick hands. Phil was behind him brushing out Technoblade’s long hair, detangling it from years of abuse. He growled at every pull and tangle, Phil would scoff, scolding him that he should’ve been keeping up with his hair and that he’s lucky you’ll even look at him with this much of a rat’s nest.
“Wil. I’m not sure I can do that.” He huffed as Wilbur shoved a toothbrush in his mouth,
“Your breath is disgusting. She probably could smell it for miles! Brush!”
“It’s not that bad.” He mumbled self consciously, as Wilbur scoffed,
“You must confess tonight!” Wilbur groaned and Technoblade whined softly,
“You care for (Y/n) Don’t you?” Phil asked braiding Technoblades hair down his back, Technoblade sighed a dreamy smile.
“More than anything.” No one doubted the earnestness in his voice,
“Then why not tell her?” Phil hummed, “Done.” He took a step back to admire his handiwork, “You look good old friend.”
“I can’t tell her…I just can’t.”
Wilbur scoffed taking Technoblade by the collar of his shirt, “You must! There will be beautiful music, romantic candlelight provided by myself. So I’ll be with you every step of the way! Then when the moment is right you tell her.”
“But how will I know!”
Both Wilbur and Phil looked at one another and sighed,
“You’ll feel slightly nauseous.” Wilbur mused and Phil hit him over the head,
“You’re gonna scare him. You’ll know because you’ll feel it in here.” Phil pointed to his heart, “Speak from there. Your highness, I know you don’t want to hear this…but the rose is wilting. It has so little time left. You must.”
“Guys I can’t. She could say no or worse laugh or-”
“Look at yourself.” Wilbur urged holding up a mirror, Techno looked away but Wilbur turned his head to look. Techno stilled not wanting to face his own horrible reflection, but Wilbur continued to urge him to do so. Finally, he looked at his reflection and was startled by what he saw, he saw someone handsome. Even with the beastly features souring his reflection his hair was braided nicely down his back, loose strands fell in his face that framed it nicely. Gold littered his fingers, ears, and his neck his dress shirt was pressed nicely with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It was snug but not enough to tear if he moved at an odd angle. “See? If she says no she’s a fool.”
“Your highness!” Sally called knocking lightly on the door, “She’s ready.”
Technoblade took a deep breath in and stood up from his stool, “As am I Sally.”
“You look handsome sire,”
“Thank you.” He smiled genuinely at the woman who looked excitedly over at Wilbur,
“Remember I’ll be by your side the entire time.”
Technoblade nodded and stepped into the wild unknown, he greeted you at the top of the steps and was at a loss for words. You were beautiful, stunning even, his tongue felt heavy and his mind reeled trying to find the appropriate compliment to express himself. Hair framed your face perfectly, Niki and Sally did a wonderful job for you, the dress was golden and hugged you in all the proper places. It pooled out by your hips and trailed along the floor making you look like the Princess his young self wished he could have, the princess who would swoop in and break his curse. His tail began to wag behind him at a rapid pace as you grew close, he hissed for it to stop, like it had a mind of its own. Finally, you stood before him, you took the dress in your palms and bowed, “You look handsome your highness.”
Heat flared everywhere in his body, tail only wagging harder as he swallowed, he tried not to stare down your dress but it was hard not to.
Boobs.
He coughed as you stood back up holding out his arm, “And you look stunning Princess.” His heart soared as you giggled as if to say you weren’t a Princess. “For tonight you’re royalty and I’ll treat you as such.”
“Tech…” You flushed taking his arm within your hand, “You’re a tease.” He shook his head fondly leading you to the dinner table, as he did previously he held out the chair for you to sit down in. Wilbur sat in the center of the table and winked at Techno as he passed by as if that was a cue beautiful orchestral music filled the air. They chatted as the food was delivered, Technoblade got her to laugh many times, swelling his heart further with love and anyone who looked could notice their young Price had fallen for the village woman in front of him. “Then Tommy…” You said between giggles, meal long since over, Technoblade chuckled fondly listening to your story, “Set Sapnap’s pants on fire! It was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Dream was so mad!” Your lips twitched into a frown at the mention of the man’s name and Technoblade noticed. He didn’t comment but a flash of anger stirred in his heart, if this man hurt you he’d tear them limb from limb, but that was not a conversation for now. The music seemed to kick up in tempo as a new song started and you stood. “Dance with me?” You asked through fluttering lashes, cheeks stained a lovely pink as you held out his hand.
“Oh…I don’t-”
“Dance with her.” Hissed Wilbur from the table and Technoblade stood up,
“Okay,” He whispered, reaching out to take your outstretched hand, it was so small on its own. He squeezed it lightly, he could cover your entire hand with his paw he pulled you flush against him and you smiled brightly. He felt his cheeks burn as he pulled you onto the dance floor, he was desperately trying to remember his dance lessons from when he was a kid not wanting to make a fool of himself. He bent down slightly so your hand could rest on his shoulder and it snapped him out of his stupor.
“Hey,”You whispered, “Get out of your own head and just dance with me big guy.”
Techno’s heart and mind melted at your words as the two of you danced the night away, his hand placed on your waist and he squeezed it adoringly. You smiled, flushing a little under his stern gaze, he spun you around elegantly, your dress poofing out from the wind. You laughed as once more the music swelled and he picked you up by the waist, spinning you in the air. You were so high up you felt like you could touch the lights of the dance hall, meanwhile, all Technoblade was focused on was your delight and happiness instead of his own. As the music ended he dipped you and all he could focus on was your lips, how they would taste, and how they would fall against his own, or look wrapped around- He shook his head mentally whining at his unabashed thoughts. Don’t ruin the moment, he jolted, feeling your hands brush lightly against his fur and an adoring smile on your face. “Shall we cooldown on the balcony?”
“Yeah.” He breathed, a little breathless as he stood you back up, he knew it was time. It was now or never and you would look so beautiful in the moonlight. He followed behind you like a puppy trailing behind his owner, tail swinging behind him. He heard Wilbur hop off the table most likely to follow and he shook his head over his shoulder. As if to tell him ‘I got this,’
Wilbur smiled proudly and nodded himself allowing Technoblade to do his thing.
“Thank you for asking me to dinner,” Teachnoblade said carefully standing beside you, you looked off into the forest and the stars but you were the prettiest sight there by far.
“Dinner was wonderful. Thank you for accompanying me.” You turned to face him your eyes shimmering in delight, he melted at the tenderness of your voice his paws wringing nervously in front of him.
“(Y/n)…I…are you happy here?”
“Oh yes! Everyone has grown dear to me, they’re so kind. Wilbur, Phil, even Ranboo and Tubbo too!” You spoke joyously,
“With me?”
“Oh.”You blinked a few times, apples of your cheeks lighting up a scarlet red, “Yes of course.” You spoke honestly, but your throat felt tight. Your mind couldn’t help but drift back to Tommy who was alone in the village.
“Then I must speak from the heart…” Technoblade started but noticed your melancholy look and hesitated, “Are you alright?”
“I was just thinking about Tommy. I miss him so much,” You paused, steading a shaky breath, and Technoblade’s heart ached for you. “I just wish I could see him again is all…I’m sorry if I sound ungrateful-”
“No, you don’t. I-” He stood up and pulled out his enchanted mirror, his hands shook with nerves. “It’s another gift I was waiting to give to you, but I don’t think there’s a better time than now. Just tell it you want to see your brother.”
You took the mirror from his hands and pressed it close to your chest, eyes shimmering with tears, “Thank you Techno. Thank you so much.” You held the mirror out in front of you and Technoblade looked over your shoulder, “Show me, my brother, please.” The mirror swirled and your brother was shown to you, he was face down in the show in the middle of the woods. Blood stained the ground below him and you let out a frantic cry, Technoblade tensed. “No..no, please. Tommy!” You screamed into the mirror and Technoblade’s throat ran complete and utterly dry.
“Go to him.”
“What?” Your voice quivered turning to face the man you’ve come to call a friend. “But what about…”
“You’re not my prisoner anymore.” He swallowed hands clenching at his sides, his heart ached painfully screaming at him not to let you go. “You haven’t been for a long time. Take the mirror with you so you can look back and think of me.” He took your delicate hand within his own, squeezing it tight like a lifeline.
“I could never forget you.” The way you spoke so earnestly made him want to sob,
“(Y/n) I-” The words I love you made his tongue feel heavy, “Go, go.” He thought better of it, it would make it harder for the both of them. You looked sad briefly and he wondered why, but you gathered up your dress and rushed to the main entrance. “Fuck. I’ll never see her again…” He choked both Phil and Wilbur burst into the balcony, panic clear on both their features. “I let her go.”
“YouWHAT.” Wilbur practically shrieked,
“I had too…” He mumbled and Phil put a hand on his son’s shoulder, or what he assumed to be.
“After all this time, you finally learned to love Technoblade.” He laughed it was wet, eyes showing nothing but pain,
“Then that’s enough! It should break the spell, right? Right?” Wilbur looked between the two men eyes pleading and desperate, “Sally and I can finally go find our son?” Technoblde hadn’t thought about Fundy in years, the baby was the only one spared by the witch’s curse.
“I’m afraid not Wilbur, it’s not enough. She must love him in return.”
Technoblade didn’t respond to them, staring at the night sky and the grounds of the castle, both men hopped back into the castle ready to share the bad news with everyone. The situation was unfortunate but Technoblade did the right thing, so why did he feel so horrible about letting her go.
“I was the one who had it all, I was the master of my fate. I never needed anybody in my life I learned the truth too late.” He swallowed claws digging into the marble of the balcony, “I’ll never shake away the pain. I close my eyes but she’s still there, I let her steal into my melancholy heart, It’s more than I can bear.” Technoblade’s voice quivered as steam curled around his nose, “now I know she’ll never leave me, even as she runs away!” He cried watching run through the garden and into the forest, out of your gorgeous dress and back into the clothes you had when he first met you. If only he’d done things differently then, maybe he’d still have you, “She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me, move me, come what may. Wasting in my lonely tower. Waiting by an open door! I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in and be with me forevermore.” He laughed hysterically at the world he thought he could have for himself, a world where you’d come back to him arms open wide. A smile on your face declaring your undying love for him, a world where he was human again and he could marry you. Wilbur and Sally would find Fundy and be a family again. Tommy and you would live forever in his castle, you’ll find him handsome and you’d rule together. Keeping one another forever in check until a little girl with your eyes and his hair was born, then a son. A new heir to the throne, so he could be a better father than his own ever was. He choked, throwing his head into the sky, “I rage against the trials of love. I curse the fading of the light. Though she’s already flown so far beyond my reach she’s never out of sight! Now I know she’ll never leave me, even as she fades from view. She will still inspire me. Be a part of everything I do, wasting in my lonely tower, waiting by an open door…I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in.” He was lost again in the fleeting thought that tomorrow you’d be there, “And as the long, long nights begin, I’ll think of all that might have been…waiting here forevermore!”
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Tommy flinched feeling warm water sprinkle against his forehead, he groaned his voice sore and hoarse.
“Shhhh.”You tutted, and his blue eyes opened almost hysterically “You’re home now rest.”
“I- you’re alright.” His voice is tight trying to keep his tough-guy exterior in front of you, his big sister. His big sister who had gotten trapped with a monster because he was a selfish idiot who cared more about his inventions than anyone else. He didn’t care that his shoulder ached with pain, he choked back a sob throwing his arms around you, you hugged him right back. You pretended not to notice how wet your shoulder was getting as you held Tommy close to your chest. “How did you escape?” He croaked, not pulling away from you even to speak, afraid he’d lose you again and he’d be alone.
“I didn’t escape. He let me go.”
“He let you go?” Now Tommy pulled away staring into your eyes, his eyes were red and puffy as he looked disbelievingly at you. “That fucking terrifying monster? He let you go?”
“He’s not terrible! And he’s not a monster,” You scolded and Tommy’s nose scrunched up, “I was so frightened in the beginning, frightened for you and frightened for myself; I thought it was the end of everything. But something changed within me…within us.”
“Yeah Stockholm syndrome.”
“Tommy!”
“What? It’s clear that’s what’s happening here.”
“You can’t develop that quickly!”
“You’ve always been unique. OW!” You dug your finger into his wounded shoulder and he cried out in pain, “Asshole!”
“Don’t be a bitch then!” You snapped back before stilling “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
A knock on your door broke the moment and you tensed, standing up and making your way to the door you opened with just a crack. “Dream,” You hissed, “And guests?” It seemed like the entire town was gathered outside, even the little redheaded homeless boy was beside them all.
“Good evening (Y/n).” He pushed past you into the room, “Sap, George come in as well! There’s plenty of room inside.”
“Hey! I didn’t invite you!”
“I didn’t ask.” Dream hummed taking you by the waist, his small hand felt wrong there and radiated only coldness instead of the warmth you were used to with Technoblade. “We’ve come to collect your brother.”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“Don’t worry we’ll take good care of him.”
“My brother’s not crazy!” You argued as Sapnap stepped inside and grabbed Tommy harshly, “He’s hurt! Please be careful!”
“Let go of my you bitch!” He shrieked wiggling in his hold,
“He’s a raving lunatic, we all heard him! Didn’t we?” He looked out into the mob who all cheered in agreement.
“You can’t just do this!”
George laughed walking up to Tommy’s other side wiggling his fingers, “Tell us kid just how big was this monster!”
“Taller than you’ll ever wish to be Gogy!” He spat at him and George snarled in disgust,
“He’s crazier than we all thought, aye Dream?”
“But it’s true!” Tommy whined desperately, “Let go of me! (Y/n)!”
“Poor (Y/n). It’s such a shame about your brother. We can only hope it’s not genetic!”
“Dream you know my brother! You know he’s not crazy!” You desperately pleaded and he tutted like you were a child.
“I may be able to clear up this misunderstanding if you marry me.”
“What?!”You snarled, “all this for that!”
“One word is all it takes, love.”
“Never!” You spat and he growled his grip on your waist tightening, as he pulled you into a messy kiss. You whined breaking free from his hold, a loud SMACK reverberated through the house as you hit the man. Dream snarled,
“Fine, have it your way. Take the boy!” Sapnap pulled him out of the house as you desperately tried to find something to save your brother.
“(Y/n)!”
“Wait! I can prove he’s not crazy!” You pulled out the magic mirror, “Show me Technoblade!” The mirror shifted to reveal the image of your beast curled up next to the ever-wilting rose, red eyes glassy and sad. The crowd gasped behind you and Sapnap dropped Tommy onto the snow,
“Is he dangerous?” A woman called holding her baby close to her chest, she was frightened and as you gazed upon the crowd you saw they all were frightened.
“Oh no!” You cried laughing fondly, “He’d never hurt a soul! He may look scary but he’s really kind and gentle. He’s my…friend.” You spoke breathlessly, eyes pleading the people to believe you,
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you have feelings for that monster.” Dream snarled and you snarled right back at the man,
“You’re the only monster here, Dream.”
“She’s as crazy as her brother!” He declared, facing the townspeople, “She says she’s the monster’s friend, well I’ve hunted wild beasts and I’ve seen what they do to people like us! He’ll make off with your children, stalk them in the dead of night!”
“No! He’d never do that!”
“I say forget the boy and his insane sister and instead we kill this beast!” The crowd erupted into cheers as you desperately looked at your brother, he looked just as upset as you did. You felt George’s hands on your shoulders as he threw you and your brother into the basement and locked it up tight.
“No!”You sobbed slamming against the cellar door in desperation, Tommy watched heartbreak clear in his eyes. “No please…don’t hurt him.”
“(Y/n)…” Tommy murmured, “I’ll be okay.”
“How?!”You shrieked at him, “Technoblade is going to die and it’s my fault!”
“Techno’s gonna die?” You and Tommy both shrieked as Tubbo popped his head out of your satchel,
“Tubbo!” You cooed holding him up in your hands, “how did you get here! Why?”
“Cause you’re nice and I needed to make sure you came back to break the curse!” Tubbo declared, “I’m gonna save everyone!”
“Oh, Tubbo.” Your shoulders slumped,
“Who’s the talking teacup?”
“I’m Tubbo and you are?” He challenged,
“Her brother asshat!”
“Tommy!”
Tubbo only laughed, hopping in your palm, “Let’s get the two of you out of here!” You looked relieved and Tommy followed behind the hopping teacup,
“Oi! Why’re you fiddling with my shit!” Tommy argued as Tubbo poked and prodded at his invention, the Elytra, “I’m talking to you cup!”
“I said I’m getting you out of here duh! Now stand back!” Tubbo pulled a cord on the invention and it roared to life charging headfirst into the cellar door breaking it to pieces. You all laughed in relief as Tubbo hopped back on Tommy’s shoulder. “Let’s go save Technoblade!”
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Beauty and the Beast ft. Alice, Ryou, Sheila, and Berta
It was as tale as old as time~
A short-tempered, foul-mouthed chef named Ryou Kurokiba and his restaurant’s staff fall under the spell of a magical food critic, who turns him into the “Mad Dog” that his attitude reflects. The curse will remain, and the restaurant is doomed to fail until he learns to show respect and love, and be loved and admired in return.
A year goes by, but the spell remains strong; the staff had all but lost hope in returning to the daily hustle and bustle of the kitchen…. That is, until one fateful, stormy evening, a spirited and brilliant young heiress by the name of Ms. Alice Nakiri stumbles through the dusty doors of the forsaken restaurant….
Will Alice be the one to draw out the mad beast’s cold heart? Will Ryou ever chill? Will she drive him even madder? Will the curse EVER be lifted?
No one knows, but only one thing is certain…
Lumiere!Berta and Cogsworth!Sheila ship it.
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I’ve had this AU bubbling in my head ever since I watched the live action in theaters a while back. Can you hear Ryou’s “tch” from looking at his face? lol!
Summary: Beauty and the Beast AU in which Loki is forced to stay in his Jotun form until another human loves him. He becomes a caretaker for You due to be recently permanently blind.
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