greensearcher

He watched her for another moment with an expression she hadn’t quite figured out yet. His face seemed neutral except for his eyes, which were bright and staring at her intently. This time his tail was moving, catlike as it slowly swept the ground behind him. Belle had never seen it move like that, and the sight made her insides tremble with desire.

She found this a bit alarming.

Read it here!

Link to Chapter 1

Story synopsis: Years of abuse have left Belle empty; years of solitude have left the Beast hopeless. But while it’s far too late to break the curse, it isn’t too late to heal. And it's never too late to find the one who's been waiting for you.

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Beauty and the Beast Week!!

Day 1: Daffodils

He watched her for another moment with an expression she hadn’t quite figured out yet. His face seemed neutral except for his eyes, which were bright and staring at her intently. This time his tail was moving, catlike as it slowly swept the ground behind him. Belle had never seen it move like that, and the sight made her insides tremble with desire.

She found this a bit alarming.

Read it here!

Link to Chapter 1

Story synopsis: Years of abuse have left Belle empty; years of solitude have left the Beast hopeless. But while it’s far too late to break the curse, it isn’t too late to heal. And it's never too late to find the one who's been waiting for you.

** I'm turning my BATB fics (Mirrors & Alive) into book(s)! Join my author newsletter for eventual updates - email me at [email protected] to be added to the list :) **

Fic: A Tale Of Books, Roses and Friendship (Belle & Luigi, G) by @vulpixfairy1985

Takes place in my Super Mario Bros/Wreck It Ralph AU. Luigi goes to a new digital library to find his beloved Daisy the perfect storybook for his gift to her for Book Day in Litwak’s arcade. In doing so, he meets a beautiful bookish Disney princess who becomes his first friend in the Internet over books and roses…

Fic: beautiful problems, god knows we've got them (Cogsworth/Lumiere/Plumette, not rated) by @anenchantedteacup

I’ve always had some sort of plan for my life. Yes, it wouldn't always go perfectly as events came to pass, but it was set, and it was true. My lifeline. But you just had to come along, didn’t you? You had to pull me into your world, into your life.

Fic: No other way (Enchantress & Queen of the Fairies, T) by @firawren

Why does the Enchantress curse the Prince for such a seemingly minor offense? And why does she curse all the innocent servants as well? She must be an evil, crazy megalomaniac, right? Perhaps not… Aka, the Enchantress pitches the terms of her beast-spell to her boss, the Fairy Queen, and it turns out she’s being completely beneficent…

Fic: you're my home, stay with me - chapter 4 (Adam/Belle, T) by @prince-adams-japris

Adam doesn't want to be volunteering at the library. Belle doesn't want him volunteering at the library. Mrs. Potts has other ideas.

Fic: If only you´ll keep me - chapter 7 (Adam/Belle, M) by @annaofthenorthernlights

They make their way upstairs and Belle tugs at Adam's arm. "My room?" "Why?" "I want to feel naughty. Like you're visiting me in the forbidden guest wing."

Fic: Alive - chapter 15 (Beast/Belle, E) by @greensearcher

He watched her for another moment with an expression she hadn’t quite figured out yet. His face seemed neutral except for his eyes, which were bright and staring at her intently. This time his tail was moving, catlike as it slowly swept the ground behind him. Belle had never seen it move like that, and the sight made her insides tremble with desire. She found this a bit alarming.

Ficlet: Beast, Sulley, and Mike by @aerinofdreamlightvalley

Art: Winter edition Babs by @fizzy-dizz

Art: Gaston hunting Sabor's ancestor by @tyrannoninja

Art: Belle sketch by @edzidolka

Art: Beast study drawings by @saehooh

Art and character study: Belle and Adam's son Gabriel by @paschameleon

Art and meme: Expectation vs reality of Adam's body hair by @beastylittlething

We caught a couple works that forgot to tag @beauty-beast-week, but if we missed yours in this day 7 list, shoot us a DM with the link and we'll add it to the list as well as reblog it.

BATB Week - Day 3 "Lavender" @beauty-beast-week

(Didnt do the first 2 prompts bc lack of ideas lol so i am starting the week off today! Happy BATB week lets GOO!!!)

This, Adam thought, stunned that this was really happening. This is what it's supposed to feel like.

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Link to Chapter 1

Fundamental Laws

1. Law of Conservation of Magic- Magic cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed.

3. Law of Equivalent Exchange- To gain something, an equal value must be given.

5. Law of Magical Exhaustion- Using magic drains the user’s energy or life force.

Interaction and Interference

4. Law of Magical Interference- Magic can interfere with other magical effects.

6. Law of Magical Contamination- Magic can have unintended side effects.

8. Law of Magical Inertia- Magical effects continue until stopped by an equal or greater force.

Resonance and Conditions

7. Law of Magical Resonance- Magic resonates with certain materials, places, or times.

9. Law of Magical Secrecy- Magic must be kept secret from the non-magical world.

11. Law of Magical Hierarchy- Different types of magic have different levels of power and difficulty.

Balance and Consequences

10. Law of Magical Balance- Every positive magical effect has a negative consequence.

12. Law of Magical Limitation- Magic has limits and cannot solve every problem.

14. Law of Magical Rebound- Misused magic can backfire on the user.

The little boy reaches out a hand to touch an ethereally beautiful rose that floats in the center of the garden where the fountain usually is. His hand bumps into a sharp thorn in the stem. In the dream, he doesn't feel the pain, but he feels the drop of blood splash upon the grass. Suddenly, the garden is filled with haunting, cruel laughter of many inhuman voices. They've tricked him, and now he'll be a beast so hideous as to be unlovable by any, the ultimate curse. His father's blood line will have no choice but to perish and the kingdom will belong to the fae once again, as it should.

Beast jars awake in the library, the book falling from his enormous chest to the floor. Why does he dream about that........ day, that horrible, stupid, childish accident all the time. It's done and there's nothing he can do except languish, frozen in time, trapped within the walls of the castle, unable to leave. What a cruel curse to burden a little boy with.

Of course, he has no way of knowing what legends and lore his story has evolved into, stories of a heart-consuming monster who tricks women, stories of someone whose foul and wicked soul has been made his exterior, someone who could never love and would never deserve to be loved. It's better that he doesn't know; the stories told when fires have burned low and children have gone to sleep would only hurt the sweet, naïve Beast.

Stories Belle had never heard before ambling into this little village in an isolated valley where she hopes her step-mother, and step- and half-sisters will never hear of her.

Belle wakes from what fitful little sleep she was barely able to get through nightmares of the gnarled, grizzled old drunk her step-mother tried to sell her to.

She rises quietly in the faint light of the approaching dawn. Her step-mother, step- and half-sisters sleep inside the house proper, on the far side of the house from Belle. Barefoot, Belle tiptoes out of the makeshift barely-a-room. She collects several bags from around the property, loads the farm horse, and quietly leads him off, away from the sun as the mist is being burned away by the sun.

A good distance away from the house, she rearranges the bags, mounts the horse and they set off at a better pace. Belle's mind rushes. Why haven't they come after her yet, what will they do when they catch her, where is she going to go, what are they going to do when they realize everything she took, what was she thinking?

Isolated in his cursed castle, Beast has no idea his life is about to finally gain momentum. This Belle is just as stunningly brilliant as the Belle in the original writing of the tale, as well as beautiful, but being so intelligent was no blessing for a girl who grew up socially isolated, neglected and verbally marred for more of her childhood than she hadn't.

Of course no one knows the truth of why he was cursed: The Beast was not transfigured to match his ugly interior, as rumor evolved into lore. He was merely a boy, caught in the crossfire of a battle between his father and the powerful fae his father had insulted, cursed to wear the appearance of a beast until he could find someone who could confess their love for him. After all, what is love that you can't verbalize.

A seemingly kind fae creature, feeling sad for the prince who would live his short life as a beast too hideous for any mortal woman to love, gave the boy what she thought was a gift, the chance to live, frozen and concealed in time. She comes to see him periodically, giving him new magical gifts--a magic mirror, a magic pantry, a magic book. Sometimes the fae is like a friend, sometimes like a mother--and lately, sometimes she's more familiar with the fallen prince. Idk maybe I throw that out.

It's been dark for hours when Cogsworth comes clattering into the library on his wooden clock feet. The library is a mess of random household objects strewn across the floor amidst a mess of books; the two fires at either end of the long chamber glow deep ruby as they go out. The plates and linens, silver and dusters don't feel the bite of the depths of winter, and the Beast can hardly register what chill his body can feel; he's beyond caring.

"Master! Master!!" the clock tries not to shout his terror and disturb the rest of the household who has drifted off to sleep in the library.

Beast has just leaned back in his seat from retrieving a fallen book when the former maître d' comes barrelling toward him, still managing to disturb some of the snoozing servants. He completes the action of putting his book down on a side table as the thought comes into his mind that it's awfully late and dark out for Cogsworth of all people to be tending to the castle. It was probably something silly, like he'd been watching another castles' majordomo fold the linens poorly.