#beast!belle

[beastly-boy]

Got to thinkin’ about a beast Belle while listening to the original Broadway cast album.

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Fic: “we rise and fall”

AO3 or FFN

~1k, Aurora/Belle, M-rating, for @femslashfeb’s Day 28 “Princess”

Summary: They say a dark sorceress roams these woods. Bathing in the moonlight and warm, fresh lifeblood of young animals. How perfectly horrid. Aurora would not waste a single drop so needlessly.

[mostpeculiarmademoiselleetmsieur]

Beast and Hunter

@heroiique

The Beast prowled through the woods, surprisingly silent for a creature of her size and girth. Like any proper beast, she hunted for her meals--and like any proper hunter, she knew which prey was best and easiest to take down. Which was why she passed by the young, strong grown buck watching his herd and the doe with a nursing fawn. If the doe had been alone, perhaps the Beast might have gone after it, but she knew to kill the herd’s young would be to kill the herd’s future, and that would deprive her of her main source of prey, given enough time.

She found her meal at the edge of the glade where the herd grazed, and wasted no time in pouncing.

When she had finished her meal, she headed home, leaving the remains for the wolves and scavengers. While she didn’t care whether she was covered in blood from her hunt, she knew her servants would--after years under this curse, the Beast cared more for what her servants thought of her, despite growing more the Beast every day--so she paused by the stream that ran through her territory to clean the gore from her claws and muzzle.

No sooner had she returned home to the cold, dark castle that had once been so bright and full of life, than the Beast caught another scent on the chill wind--there was an intruder in her home.

A low growl rumbled in her chest. She could smell iron and gunpowder, salt sweat, leather, and mud.

A hunter.

She wouldn’t let this stand.

[beastly-boy]

I needed more of her.

[mostpeculiarmademoiselleetmsieur]

@xonceuponafuckxx

The Beast prowled through the woods, surprisingly silent for a creature of her size and girth. Like any proper beast, she hunted for her meals–and like any proper hunter, she knew which prey was best and easiest to take down. Which was why she passed by the young, strong, adult buck watching his herd and the doe with a nursing fawn. If the doe had been alone, perhaps the Beast might have gone after it, but she knew to kill the herd’s young would be to kill the herd’s future, and that would deprive her of her main source of prey, given enough time.

She found her meal at the edge of the glade where the herd grazed, and wasted no time in pouncing.

When she had finished her meal, she headed home, leaving the remains for the wolves and scavengers. While she didn’t care whether she was covered in blood from her hunt, she knew her servants would–after years under this curse, the Beast cared more for what her servants thought of her, despite growing more the Beast every day–so she paused by the stream that ran through her territory to clean the gore from her claws and muzzle.

No sooner had she returned home to the cold, dark castle that had once been so bright and full of life, than the Beast caught another scent on the chill wind–there was an intruder in her home.

None of the animals that lived in the forest beyond her gates would dare enter the castle ground.

This was a human, and someone young. Not a child, no, but still young.

Curious--but much more than that, territorial and protective of her home and servants--the Beast padded quietly in through the servants' entrance, then followed the new scent to the entrance hall, where she watched from the shadows to see who this intruder might be.

[mostpeculiarmademoiselleetmsieur]

@xxonceuponafuckxx

The secretive master of the Beast of Avonlea was not in their castle when their promised companion arrived to what was to be her new home for the foreseeable future.

Unbeknownst to any outside of the castle staff, this was because there was no master of the Beast.

The master was the Beast.

And she was still on the battlefield, protecting the border Avonlea shared with Misthaven from the enemy that threatened both their kingdoms. Where she likely would stay for some days or weeks. It truly depended on how long it took before either side retreated for a short time.

So when her promised companion arrived at the castle in a border territory of the kingdom of Avonlea, it was the servants who greeted her and helped her get settled in to her quarters in the North Wing of the castle.

The servants were not unkind people, either. They were quite congenial, in fact. The three who spent the most time with their new perhaps-permanent guest were very welcoming indeed, and were obviously the members of the castle staff with the most responsibility and power among their ranks.

[mostpeculiarmademoiselleetmsieur]

Figures it would be at twenty minutes to midnight when I suddenly feel the need to do Beast!Belle things. And not my dark!verse Beast!Belle, either, but my actual reverse!verse stuff. With Belle being the one cursed to become a Beast. I had a couple really good threads going a while back in that verse, and I really miss it.

[mostpeculiarmademoiselleetmsieur]

Hunter and Beast

@vainglcricus

There was a stranger in her castle. A stranger in her home. And he was armed. Instinct said she ought to hide. Barricade herself in the West Wing until the hunter left. But her pride and territorial nature demanded she chase him out. And with the way he strutted about the entrance hall, with no apparent care for whether the castle was truly vacant or not, simple territoriality turned to anger, and a growl escaped her lips, echoing through the stone hall. “What do you think you’re doing in my home?” the Beast snarled, not moving from the shadows where she stood. “You’re trespassing on my property. I want you out. Now.” She had a tenuous hold on her temper for the moment, but that hold could easily and quickly disappear if the man said something wrong.