Barely even friends, then somebody bends
AN: Seeing as @tony-is-my-daddy said that they needed it, here you go babes, sorry if it’s bad! And i’m not apologising for how long it is.
A red rose petal flew down from the rose that it resided on, floating down in the beautiful, yet taunting glass case, eventually settling on the bottom of the glass, and as it did so delicately, so soft and tender, the entire castle in which the glass case and enchanted, teasing rose resided in shook as if an earthquake had shook it’s very core, odd piece of worn and cracked concrete slabs falling, plummeting to the ground below the bridge, never to be seen again. Well, that was normal for the residents of the castle, abandoned and unseen by the rest of France, their location on the maps completely struck off as if they were ghosts, no longer living. It had been that way for a decade now. The prince had jumped ship and abandoned the castle, as had his servants and they had been forced into different forms, with the servants taking the household appliances, and well. The prince had had the worst of the wretched curse, being turned into a beast, a hideous animal, fur enveloping his body, teeth breaking in to be sharp, pointed fangs, claws replacing his fingernails, and he had been forced into this body for his attitude, as a prince, leader of the people, he was expected to be a big role model, but was exactly the opposite. And now, as he stomped around his lonely castle, he realised he would have to get used to it, because after all:
Who could ever learn to love a beast?
The birds chirped, following in the town beauty’s wake, tweeting and fluttering around the brunette, honey doe eyed, book loving male who sauntered down to the village, smiling all the way, book firm in his hand while the sun’s rays shone their full blast onto his pale porcelain skin. He had a routine, go down to the village for the supplies that he and his Aunt needed, and maybe if the luck was shining down on him as hard as the sun’s rays, there might be a new book on the shelves of the bookstore that probably only had him as a regular customer.
“Bonjour monsieur, taking your regular trip down to the bookstore i see.” Even the locals knew his routine for heaven’s sake, and the brunette boy nodded, smile reaching his eyes that looked even more beautiful with the sun reflecting in them, and the baker smiled, dough and flour already on his apron, coating him in white, and the beauty smiled while skipping through the town centre, eager to get a book, and then just to go home.
He got caught in the hustle and bustle however, people shouting at each other, baguettes thrown to other people, children skipping and giggling cutely while the men and women scurried around, grabbing their washing and dunking the clothes in the soapy water, splashes erupting from the water all while the brunette beauty sat on the fountain, water spraying him occasionally from said fountain, book in his lap as his eyes focussed on the page as of the words would disappear within the second, and they did when the book was forced from his lap.
Flash, or Eugene, Thompson had yanked the book from the clutches of the brunette boy, who gawked up at him, eyes wide as his delicate, nimble fingers reached out for the book only to be swatted away by a more manly, well tanned hand.
“Bonjure Peter, what you reading?”
Peter Benjamin Parker, beauty of the small town that he resided in, and he was also the most well read in the town, but that didn’t exactly matter to the townsfolk, they weren’t the brightest of people, and the brunette knew that, but Flash seemed to be the most idiotic out of them all, never having picked up a book in his life, and Peter had a real disdain for people like that.
“A book if you don’t know what one is, but can i please have it back monsieur?” Peter was always polite too, and he was definitely the best thing that the village had going for it, unmarried, young, beautiful, smart (Not that the townsfolk cared if he was smart), gullible sometimes, and overall he would be the trophy wife. He was gay, and was a lot more feminine than most of the women in the town, small, dainty hips that accented his thighs and great ass, which is probably why Flash Thompson was trying to court him.
“Well why is such a pretty thing like you reading a book?” Flash never really understood why Peter Parker, the man who could simply ask for a married man to leave their wives to marry him and they would obey, needed to have his nose buried in a book all the time; it was a major turn off for him, but Peter absolutely loathed him anyway.
“Well why is such a stupid thing like you not reading a book?” That was another good quality, he was feisty and was not exactly the person to go speechless as his pale hand scrabbled for his book, but seeing as he was short and Eugene was tall, he had absolutely no chance. But, that comment had Flash fuming as he threw the book to the ground, mud splattering over his books when the book landed, and Peter was immediately on his knees to fish the book out of the mud puddle, brushing the offending substance off of the cover when he did.
The girls all swooned over the big and tall Eugene, who winked at them sending them into a complete frenzy, but if the brunette cared about that he definitely didn’t show it, standing up straight and brushing off his tunic, feet leading him out of the town centre and up to his small quaint home, the fire in his heart still a blaze as he skipped up the steps, walking into the small cozy cottage and immediately going to check on his Aunt, who was getting ready to go and pitch one of her new dress designs.
“I’m home Auntie.” Peter’s angelic voice was gentle as he set the book down, padding down into the basement where she kept all of her dresses that she would sell to make them an extra euro, but the brunette knew that she was overworked, lips soft on her cheek as he greeted her.
“Oh thank God, i was about to leave. Now, i really do have to go, so can you feed the animals and water the plants? I really don’t know what i’d do without you, right i love you!” And just like that, she was gone, and the brunette beauty smiled slightly while setting away all of her equipment with precision, he was always gentle with her equipment, it was once his uncle’s after all, but the plague had ripped him from them.
The meadow’s view of the sunset was just extraordinary, as Peter Parker sat there, resting on the side of his thigh as his fingers scattered the grass that was swishing in the breeze, as was his hair, hanging in curls over his eyes as he looked down, sick of the provincial life that he leads, he wants so much more than they’ve got planned. Peter’s eyes scanned over the town in the distance, and then he heard a neighing, he instantly knew what it was as he shifted up, tunic adjusting to his sudden movements as the family horse, Phillip, trotted up to him, nose instantly burrowing into the brunette shoulder.
“Phillip? Where’s Aunt May?” Seeing as Peter was smart, he knew that something was wrong, the horse didn’t exactly like him too much seeing as he was always with May, but now the horse was nuzzling into him for comfort, and so he knew, deep down in his belly, that something was wrong.
A growl echoed in the hallways of the castle, and the household appliances looked at each other, eyes solemn as their rusting and decaying bodies all sank into themselves, while their prince stomped up the stairs away from the old jail cell, and in there was May Parker, cold and sick while the beast of the castle, like a dragon protecting the princess that didn’t exist, and she knew that the beast was the old prince. No one had seen him in a decade, and no one really cared about it, the prince had not been the best and was only a burden to the town that May and her nephew resided in, and well she had never seen something so brute, animalistic, and horrendous as the beast that’s claws echoed as he walked up the stairs.
The household appliances, named Pepper Potts who had been trapped in the form of a tea pot, Happy Hogan, who had taken the form of a clock, James Rhodes, who had taken the form of a candelabra, and they all looked at each other hen the castle shook, another small, delicate petal had fallen causing the entire structure to shake, and they knew that their master would want to be alone at that time. Prince Anthony Edward Stark. That was his name. Now, he was just the beast that everyone feared, but never encountered; as if he could go outside of his grand castle looking the way he did, he would be killed.Â
“Y’know, i don’t think he’s ever gonna find someone.” Rhodes stated, flame illuminating the surrounding area as his rusting body stayed put of the desk that he was perched on, a clock’s chime and click clock prominent in his ear as a rustic old clock stood at attention next to him.
“Well, how long did it take you to figure that out?” The clock definitely was snarky, and they had to find some way to pass the time, some way to entertain themselves while their master brooded in his chambers all day, or if he snarled at the rose in the glass that had ruined him, ruined his castle, but he didn’t exactly care for the servants that had not done their job, putting him first.
Well, that was new. The candelabra turned only slightly, flame dancing with the wind that had been set lose in a sudden gush, and the clock’s face scrunched up so that Happy looked unhappy, a straight face, and Rhodes had to do the same, as soft footfalls could be heard from the doorway of the castle that was meant to be hidden by magic, but now two people had managed to get in. Not a very good curse then.
“Aunt May?” The voice was definitely male, they could tell that much, but as the intruder passed, their eyes slithered open a crack to see who was so fearless as to venture around a desolate, ancient and practically unheard of castle, and they were pleasantly surprised when they caught a fleeting glimpse; the master would have definitely liked him. The boy, he didn’t look too old nor too young for their master, brunette with curls springing over his honey eyes, thin but red lips, and a very sharp jawline that their master would like, but they knew he couldn’t just have sex with the brunette and then discard him, he would have to love him.
“Who is that?” Pepper whispered harshly, her cart scooting over to the table where her fellow servants resided, and they all manoeuvred there decaying and destroyed bodies, eyes following the brunette, that was running up the grand staircase, shawl swaying in his wake while he held a candelabra, and Rhodes was illuminating the boy’s way while Happy talked with the tea pot who was fixated on the pair sprinting up the stairs. The light source simply let himself go limp while someone carried him up the stairs, to the prison cell and he had to question who in their right mind would want to be in the castle at all let alone go up to the jail cells, but when they got there he instantly knew why, mouth opening wide.
“May!” The boy sounded shocked, surprised, by he set down the seemingly normal, inanimate light giver, and said light giver watched with hawk vision, not missing anything as the shawl wearing, porcelain skinned brunette sank to his knees, hands gripping the worn cell bars as the woman, who he now knew was called May, shuffled over, face pressed to said bars. If the pair that were on the ground could hear claws scraping across the marble floors above them, they didn’t show it, but Rhodes knew that the master would not be pleased if he ever found out that more than one human had managed to slip through what they all thought were well cemented cracks, but apparently they were wrong, the forest had let them through, that had to be a sign right?
“Oh, Peter, what the hell are you doing here?” So that was his name. Peter. It sounded beautiful when put to the male, who’s pale skin was unmarked, untouched almost and had nearly no spots on it, and the soft curls fell into his eyes while his mouth fell open a bit, tears in his eyes while he looked at what seemed to be his Aunt is Rhodes’ memory served him correctly, and if it didn’t his hearing certainly did. Growling.
“I came to rescue you of course!”
“No, Peter, you must leave! This castle is alive!”
The whole castle seemed to shake, shiver and shy away, but not because another petal fell, but because a roar as loud as a lion’s had erupted next to the doorway that led to the rose room stair’s, and the whole room seemed to shake when it did, but yet the brunette just whipped his head around, rising like a flower in the sun from his crouched position as his doe eyes scanned the doorway. Rhodes’s flame danced again, surprised at the sudden movements while the boy inched his foot closer to the door, toes quite clearly pointed even through the worn shoe as he looked around the corner of the doorway, he was either stupid, or fearless; Rhodes bloody hoped that it was fearless as he was quite sure that any normal human would take a small glance his master’s way, scream like a girl, run out of the castle and then suffer from PTSD afterwards.
“You shouldn’t be here. Get out of my castle.” Of course his master would say that, he really was arrogant and antisocial, but then again the light source couldn’t really blame him, he did look like a beast and most of the time, acted like one, and even his shadow would bring someone to tears, but yet the brunette boy didn’t seem to be too scared.
“Come into the light.” God, this boy really was fearless, and the candle was just so so smug that it was him that got to see this brunette boy be so fearless and snarky towards his master, that really needed a good kick in the teeth, and so imagine his surprise if you will, when the beast obeyed, shuffling forward so his claws grated on the marble, light illuminating his fur covered, fang donning, horn holding face that had human eyes, and in said human eyes there was only a tortured soul. It was then, and only then, that the boy seemed scared.
“Happy now? Get out.” The fangs glistened in the light and Peter’s mouth quickly closed, eyes holding his fear instead while he backed up to the cell, arms flying out so his body was covering the jail cell, and the beast could see his feminine hips, and his figure while he looked him up and down, whiskey eyes devouring his body while the candelabra perched on a desk, overlooking the scene that was playing out in front of him, and all of his smugness was completely gone.
“I-i’m taking my Aunt.” Peter was definitely firm, strong and unafraid, but he knew that his master wouldn’t stand for that, and Rhodes’ theory was correct when a snarl filled the room, his master’s cloak billowing in his wake again while he moved closer to the brunette boy, who looked up at him, eyes now unafraid while they had a glaring competition, mouthes straight while they just stared at each other, and the woman behind them on her knees let out a sequence of coughs, hypothermia prominent in her system, and that broke the staring match as Peter looked back, eyes worried now.
“One or the other.” That was the former prince’s compromise, and Peter looked back at him, seemingly making his mind up about what to do as he turned his body, facing him fully while May gripped his arm through the bars, tugging his thoughts back, but they were stuck in his mind, light reflecting in his honey eyes that were staring directly into the beast’s, challenging almost and the light giver had never ever seen someone as brave.
“Let her go. Let her go, and take me instead.” Add that to Peter’s good quality list, he was selfless as the master’s expression changed, eyes surprised and his mouth hung open a bit while the brunette nodded, mind quite clearly made up while he squeezed his Aunt’s hand that was still through the bars. Prince Anthony seemed to shine through at that moment, eyes softening to Peter, who’s lower lip was trembling a bit, but other than that his body held as strong as a wall.
The snow began to coat the castle grounds again, floating down gently to the cover the cracked and ground on which the castle stood, and Peter was awaiting the beast at the door; they had managed to strike up a friendship over the weeks, gaining trust, and well with the brunette beauty being the angel he was, he had started to help Anthony with being more civilised and more human. It had all started when Anthony had saved his life from the wolves, and then Peter had felt in debt to him, cleaning his wounds and learning about him, the household appliances had hastily told him why he was coarse, mean and unrefined.
“Good morning Peter.”
Peter turned in shock, shawl a more pricey one, red velvet with tufts of white fur around the hood to keep him warm, and his honey eyes were instantly greeted with the beast, smile on his cursed face and the fangs were visible, but the fearless town prize was unafraid now as he held his hand out for Anthony, who let out a surprised snarl. Robes shifted when their hands intertwined, and the brunette didn’t shudder, didn’t shake, didn’t do anything that would give away his fear, instead he smiled a toothy smile, perfect whites on display while the beast gazed at his gorgeous face in awe.
“Good morning Tony, sleep well?” Tony. Anthony’s head snapped up at the first use of the name, and when it came from those thin, red lips he absolutely loved it, only wanted to be called that from now on, but he would never ever forget that it was Peter Benjamin Parker that first called him that, without fear, a smile on his face, eyes glistening and his fluffy brunette locks hanging lazily over his eye.
“I-i did monsieur Peter. Now i was wondering, it’s ok if you don’t want to, but if you would like to go out into the gardens with me?” The beast was never really nervous, but around this male, his legs felt like jelly, butterflies in his stomach, brain fuzzy and all he could focus on was Peter, his anything really. Was this what love felt like?
“Oh, really Tony? I was going out there anyway and i was going to ask you! Of course i would like to!” God, that voice was so angelic, so soft, but yet angel like while the hand that was holding his tugged on his paw, grand door swinging open as Pepper’s tray scooted over to watch them go, and a smile etched onto her face while the pair ran down the stairs and to the gardens, snow gathering on the fur and hood of Peter’s shawl and the fur and horns on Anthony’s head. The rest of the servants all hopped over, faces spread into a smile while the pair looked at all of the flowers, snow gathering on the beautiful petals, giving it a more stunning look.
“This could be the one! The one who will break the spell!” Rhode’s flames were dancing with the intrusion of wind, and the rest of the household appliances nodded, clinking slightly against each other while the pair padded around the gardens, snow crunching under their feet while they sauntered around, eyes wandering.
The brunette boy wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he did it made him feel weak in the knees, but he still managed to keep it together as they wounded up meeting Phillip in the gardens, snow coating him and he reared when he saw the beast, scared of him, but when Peter gave him a stroke and soothed him, he seemed a bit more friendly towards the beast; only a bit, but still a bit. Anthony was never gentle, he was harsh and quick, but when a pale, smooth hand gently grasped his, he responded with gentility when his paw came into contact with the horse smooth hair, stroking softly as the brunette beauty’s hand moved with his.
“There…just gentle…You’re doing well Tony!” Peter assured, and God Tony was in over his head as he gave a small smile, blood curdling fangs showing, but the town’s prize smiled back, giggling a bit while leaning into the former prince’s arm, shoulders bumping and catching on the other’s, blushes claiming their places on their cheeks.
“Thank you Peter.” That was the first time that he had ever thanked someone, and the servants knew that, they knew it all too well and they were astounded when he had said it to a boy that had entered his castle without permission, taken his Aunt’s place, denied dinner with him the first night, had managed to escape and it caused the beast to get seriously injured, and then he started to teach him, love him and treat him like a person.
“Snowball fight!” And be goofy while doing it. Anthony was caught off guard when a small snowball hit the side of his face and footsteps ran away to take cover, but he was competitive as he used both of his large paws to gather a huge amount of snow, and he realised that Peter had never ever given him that look, the look of happiness, of joy at being in his company, unguarded light; the brunette boy was definitely a child of light, a shining star. Well, Tony was going to beat him at a snowball fight, that much was for sure.
“This is new…and alarming, but yeah i guess he’s now prince charming, but there’s something in him that i simply didn’t see…” The brunette whispered to himself, heart warming when he thought about the beast, knees going weak and his chest enveloped in warmth, something he had not known before he met the animal, but yet a kind animal. Just when he thought it was safe to peek his head out from the tree, a massive snowball hit him and he screamed in surprise, slipping on the snow and just as he was about to land on his backside in front of a prince, how embarrassing would that be?, said prince caught him, hand on the small of his back and the other on his hip.
“Oh God, sorry Peter, didn’t realise how big it was or how strong i can throw, are you alright?” Anthony’s cold dead heart had started to thaw, and Peter was the cause, and said male was also gazing up at him like he held the moon and the stars, like he was his hero, which he was he had saved him from the wolves and then from embarrassing himself in front of him, but Anthony looked at him the same.
“There may be soothing there that wasn’t there before.”
The prince had asked the brunette beauty for a dance that night, and he had gracefully accepted, but now he was starting to get cold feet while Pepper and Natasha, the wardrobe in his room, dressed him in a grand yellow ball gown, the skirt with pieces at the front that hung in front of the full skirt, and a beautiful necklace that matched the shoes he was wearing, heels. He had tried on many of his aunt’s dresses so she knew where to alter, but he would be lying if he said that this dress needed altering, it was perfect and they had even down his fluffy curls, brushing them back a bit from his eyes and it just made his eyes pop.
“Do i look ok?” 101st time that question was asked in that night, and Pepper’s tea started to get scolding hot whenever he asked that, anger bubbling up at how this male could not see just how beautiful he really was, and he was.
“You look more than ok, now go out there. You wouldn’t want to keep the master waiting now would you?” Well, Natasha had a lot more tact in her words, knew what she was doing with the fragile brunette, and said brunette nodded while his hair sprang back into place, eyes still popping and a smile spread across his face while the necklace shone in the lights. He swung the door open, sauntering down the grand hallway while his golden heels clicked against the marble, dress skirt swishing in his wake while he moved his way down to the stair case that met with the grand stair case, eager to meet the beast who was still getting ready in his blue, golden suit, trying to make himself presentable to the beauty.
Sparks flew, butterflies fluttered, brain’s became fuzzy, they had their moment. They fell in love deeper than they already had.
Anthony padded down the stairs, claws scraping against the golden stairs, as he continuously gazed up at the brunette, in the stunning yellow ball gown and Peter’s eyes were popping with the lights that illuminated his pale face perfectly while he himself walked down his set of stairs, the clicking of heels very prominent and they both met half way, eyes locking as they smiled, but the town’s prize curtseyed, gripping his yellow skirt while he bowed his head, and well no one had ever made a Stark bow, but he did. Their hands met, and for minutes they felt like it was just them, floating in space where it was just them while they linked arms, stepping down the grand stair case, eyes locked still in an unbreakable bond while they clicked and scraped down the stair case, stopping to face each other when they reached the bottom, smiles wide on their faces.
“I-i’ve never danced before Tony…” Peter admitted, eyes holding embarrassment, but Anthony just gave a smile, paws wondering out to grip the boy’s, and their fingers interlaced for a brief moment, eyes still locked as the star like lights above them, paintings and tapestries dotted around the ballroom while they took their dancing positions, hands and paws gentle on each other’s skin or fur while they smiled and laughed nervously, love and adoration in their eyes yet undetectable to the other.
“Don’t worry, i’ll lead. I’ll lead and all you have to do is follow on.” The beast with a fully thawed heart began the dance, moving his feet in time with the music that the tea pot was singing softly, steam from her tea taking the form of a love heart like in the movies, and the brunette beauty smiled while moving in time, skirt moving rhythmically while they gave a smile to each other, necklace that Peter was adorning on his neck and near the top of the gown while they danced.
Everything was perfect, everything, while they danced and Peter couldn’t have imagined anything better while Anthony quite literally swept him off of his feet, tucking him into his hip bone while spinning them around, the boy’s hands were on the back of his neck while he held on for the ride, but the beast couldn’t have imagined anyone better for him while the lights made him look like an angel sent from God, but when he put it down he still saw it, even if the lights weren’t there anymore.
“Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme…Beauty and the Beast.”
One more inch closer and their lips would’ve met, the spell would be broken and everything would be well again, but it was not to be as their eyes fluttered open, faces moving back from each other’s while they both eyed the balcony, stars blaring down on the snow coated castle as they both lazily walked over, still hand in hand while they made their way over, sweat coating their hair and fur while they sat on the seat, shoulders against the stone railing, eyes still locked.
“Well, did you enjoy that beautiful?” Peter smiled when Tony called him beautiful, blush spreading across his cheeks while they intertwined their hands on the soft skirt, fingers interlocked while they gazed up at the stars, face’s illuminated only slightly by the gas balls in the sky, hands warm and comforting on each other’s while the butterflies disappeared, they felt comfortable around each other while the beauty looked at the beast, eyes suddenly sad when they met, but they highlighted a bit when a paw cupped his cheek, stroking only softly so that the claws didn’t catch on that perfect unmarked skin.
“Tony…i love it here, i love your servants, and you’re the nicest person i’ve ever met, but…my Aunt, she’s looked after me by herself for 14 years, my uncle died when i was 6, and i’ve left her…” Ah so that was it. Anthony couldn’t blame Peter, not at all, he loved his Aunt and while it pained the beast, it pained him extraordinarily but he knew what he had to do, he knew it, and even if it meant giving up his own life, he would do it all again to make the brunette happy, bring him to unguarded happiness and joy.
“Then you must go to her.”
The light inside of Peter’s soul wanted to deny, wanted to say that he couldn’t just leave him alone, couldn’t just let him and his servants live out this life, but as he looked at prince Anthony’s face that was twisted and warped into a look of sadness but determination, he knew that he had to go, he had to go because Tony had let him, he had let him escape from his claws that had showed him so much love and affection; he knew that he had to go. The brunette stood, dress falling to his ankles again and the beast stood up too, height overwhelming when he looked down, horns narrowly missing Peter who looked up at him, eyes gathering tears while his lower lip wobbled like the castle always did when a petal fell.
And just like that he was gone. Gone like the wind, heels clicking fast seeing as he was running, and the beast looked down, tears matting his fur while he began sobbing, padding up all of the stairs until he reached his real life nightmare: The rose that held his life, and his servants, which he had learned to appreciate a hell of a lot more due to Peter, who he could see like a beacon due to the popping yellow that was bouncing down the gardens, eventually galloping through the gates as Phillip ran him back to the town in which he resided, but as the servants hopped over to him, all that Tony could do was cry while a rose petal dangled tantalisingly from the flower.
“Master, he has gone! What do we do now that he’s escaped?” Trust Rhodes to always think the worst, but when they all saw that their master was crying while he looked over at them, they knew that something would be wrong; their master never ever showed emotion when they were there.
“B-but the humans will come for us sire!”
“I have nothing to live for anymore. Let them come.”
Destruction. Chaos. Shattered. That was all that Peter saw as he jumped off of his horse, sprinting over to the castle that was in the fight of it’s life, household appliances against the humans from his town, and the light seemed to return to the castle when he swung the doors opened, the beast’s reason to live was back, and so the servants only fought harder, knowing that when their master, a cold harsh beast, saw the brunette, who was running up the stairs to save him, that he would fight for his life this time. And they were right.
Anthony was pressed into the freezing, unforgiving marble, knife digging painfully into his back while Eugene, who had snarled at him saying that he was going to wed Peter, teasing him and well he was just closing his eyes and waiting for death to greet him, he would be happier-
“Tony!” It was a soft, angelic, angel like voice that Tony had fallen in love with, the light in his soul, his love had come back for him, the beauty had come back for the beast, who had forced him captive, but then had let him go, et the angel spread his wings even if he was afraid to lose him, afraid to let go, but yet he had and he knew he had made the right choice when he looked up, seeing him on the balcony one building away.
“Peter?” He didn’t really believe it himself, but when Peter ran up to the balcony railings, hanging over it a bit while he watched intently, honey eyes trained on them like a sniper, and the beast knew that this angel was really here, he had come back for him; he loved him as much as he did and a snarl erupted from Anthony while he bucked, sending Eugene flying off of him and onto the marble floor, claws digging into his chest as he stomped on him, fangs ready for a kill, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it; Peter had changed him, but he loved him for that.
“Get out of here.” It was a growl, but it did the job as Eugene scampered up from the floor, running through the door, and Anthony let out a roar that enveloped the castle, trying to scare the townsfolk off and Peter let out a laugh, tears spilling over his eyes while he gripped the railings, watching everything that the beast did, even if he was a mile away, he would always keep an eyes on him especially seeing as they were in a war.
“Tony!” He couldn’t help himself as he laughed in joy, eyes glistening while the snow that was falling accumulated in his fluffy curls, dripping from his eyelashes too while their eyes met from the mile away, gazes locked as the beast’s fangs showed, lips spreading into a smile while the fur turned white with snow a bit while he clambered up onto the balcony railing, getting ready to leap to the next tower so he could reach the brunette angel, who was waiting for him.
“Stay there Peter, i’m coming!” That was all he said before he leapt, claws sinking into the bricks there while he scrabbled for purchase, slipping a bit before he steadied himself, gaze still trained on the one person that had learned to love a beast like himself, and he knew that he was home when he smiled at the brunette beauty, who still looked stunning in his underdress and shawl.
When they reached each other, sparks flew all over again when they intertwined in a hug, arms flying around each other while they sobbed openly, worry and relief overwhelming them at the time, as they buried the face’s into each other’s necks, purrs and hums coming from them while they cried softly, feeling home with each other.
A gun shot. All Peter could hear was ringing in his ears when Tony roared, blood blossoming on his shirt that was torn, and the brunette could see that it was deadly too him as his hands gripped his biceps, lowering him down on the floor while screams pierced his ears, and he could only assume that they came from him while he held his dying love, eyes eventually focussing on Eugene, smoking gun in his hand while he reloaded, but the castle was on their side as the bridge he was standing on, cracked and crumbled, sending him tumbling to his death, but Peter didn’t care while he held his Anthony, stroking his fur that was in between his horns.
“Peter…you came back.” Tony’s breathing was slowing, blood flow through the wound while he looked up at Peter, who was holding him close to his chest, tears spilling from his eyes and onto the shirt while he sobbed openly, and God, even when he was crying he was beautiful too, an angel while he held him close.
“O-of course i did Tony…I always would.” If Tony was going to die now, he was happy that it was in Peter’s arms, gazing up at said angel who was holding him tightly, getting blood on his own tunic while they held each other close, heartbeats pressed to each other while the brunette beauty sobbed at the thought of losing his beast; losing his love.
“At least i got to see you…one last time.” He was gasping for air now, blood pumping from him while his paw cupped his cheek softly, thumb rubbing over his cheek bone while his eyes slipped shut a bit, gargle coming from him while the brunette sobbed loudly, resting his head on the beast’s forehead, tears spilling down onto the fur and matting it while giving it a shine.
“N-no! Please, don’t leave m-me! Tony, i love you!”
Blinding lights emerged from Anthony’s body, shining all over the room, and to say that Peter was surprised was an understatement seeing as he shuffled back, rose disappearing in the glass as all of the castle turned golden, colour returning to the former grey stone castle while the beast rose, features returning to human, and God Peter felt warm when he saw how attractive the prince was in person, and a blush creeped down his collar bone.
Tony was stunning. Thick silver locks that were once raven, but yet he still had raven hairs in his goatee that made it obvious, but he could tell that his moustache and goatee were once black like his hair, he had a very well toned chest, abs and all while he fell back on his feet, bare feet seeing as the shorts were stretched as was the shirt, showing his chest and calves. Their eyes met again.
“Peter?” Tony’s voice was lighter too, still deep, but in a warm, unthreatening way as he looked the brunette up and down, eyes devouring his body that was concealed by the underdress, and Peter couldn’t help but sprint over, cupping both sides of the prince’s face and crushing their lips together, moulding them together, and the former beast kissed back immediately, hands settling on the small of his back while they kissed noisily, tongues and wet sounds coming from heir lips while they were sloppy. They pulled away soon after, sun shining on the castle for the first time in a decade, eyes locked and smiles on their faces while everything that was wrong was out right, and it was all because of their love.
“Tony! Tony, you’re so handsome! And, God i love you!” Peter rushed, and Tony blushed while chuckling, tugging him closer while nuzzling into him, their love was like hate and love, world’s apart, but if October and April were ever in love, this would be it, sun shining on the golden castle and reflecting on the water underneath the bridge while he held him close, breathing him in.
“Yeah, yeah, but you’re more gorgeous than anything, now c’mere and gimme another kiss.” And, then their lips intertwined again, hearts intertwining too while they held each other, lips moulded together while the servants all ran up in their human form’s, smiling widely at the sight of them kissing, and yes it was noisy, and sloppy, but it was still love, and they were proud to call the fearless, unafraid brunette, who definitely got more than his provincial life when he fell in love with the prince.
They married one year later, Peter being crowned queen while Tony was crowned king, and yes while the servants found them in compromising positions when they were left unattended on the thrones, but they simply just rushed out of the room when they saw them. And it wasn’t until two years after their marriage, on their third year anniversary when they decided to not take precautions, no birth control as they wanted a little heir to raise, and it worked. After a week of keeping Peter in bed to do nothing but try to conceive, they found out that they were expecting and Tony was completely over the moon when he found out, having the servants at Peter’s beck and call for the entire nine months, but during the last few weeks of the pregnancy, he spent all day with him just in bed, whispering how much he loved him, and that he would take care of this baby and love it unconditionally too.
And, they lived happily ever after.
