I am a smol. I like to write about g/t. SFW only plz! I rant about stuff and am a nerd. Itâs a pleasure to meet you. Bi af and willing to make a friend. Taken. My wattpad :e1m2m3a4BA
This scenario has been playing in my head for days now. May do another part
Your small village is located at the base of a mountain. On top of the mountain is the home of the god who protects your village. All he wants are weekly offerings to keep him content.
Your village works hard to appease the god, for they know of his wrath.
The god has the gift of the sun. Able to control fire at will.
You nervously fidget as you look at yourself in the mirror. It was your turn to make the trip up the mountain to give the village offerings to the god. You were told to make yourself look presentable and to make sure you never look the god in the eye.
You must never say anything that would offend him unless you wished to die.
You walked outside where the offerings were piled up in a cart for you to carry up the mountain. It's a half a day's journey to get to the top of the mountain, so you start your journey as the sun is just peaking over the horizon.
The journey up was a pleasant one. The air was clean and the path up to the mountain was smooth and clear to follow.
You couldn't help feel nervous as you reach the top of the mountain. What was the god like? Would he talk to you? What would you say to him? What if he didn't like the offerings? Would he be mad at you?
You get to the entrance of the home of the god.
It was bigger than you imagined...much bigger...
Your nerves only grow as you walk inside. You look around in awe. Everything was fit for a god. Paintings and furniture towered over you. You walk up to a pair of giant double-doors.
You knock three times, like you were instructed to do.
"Enter."
The doors open by themselves, shocking you. You straighten your back and keep your gaze lowered.
Not before taking a peek at the god in front of you.
He was larger than you thought. At least five times your height. Dark hair and eyes that seem to glow like the sun itself. He looked like a sculpture...
A very unamused sculpture. The god looked absolutely bored.
But in order to keep your head on your shoulders, you keep your thoughts to yourself. You take a deep breath and start walking towards him, just like you were told to do.
You feel his gaze on you as you approach him. Your stomach twists and jumps, but you keep your outward facade neutral.
"Here you are, my Lord," you say, your voice surprisingly unwavering, "The village prepared the best we could to please you."
The god sighed as he watched you approach. He was getting tired of seeing humans trembling beneath him. "What is your name, little one?"
You tell him your name, head bowed in reverence.
"Look up. I hate groveling."
You look up, surprised to see the god looking at you with such intensity that it makes your knees tremble. You couldn't help but stare back at him. It was hard not to look at him.
"You are new." he said, crossing his arms.
"Yes, my Lord. It is an honor to-"
"Please none of that. I've dealt with enough ass kissing to last me eons..."
You blink up in surprise. "O-oh...um...sorry...I-I'm just a bit nervous... I've never met a god before."
He smirks, "Is that so? Well, little one? What do you think? Do I meet your expectations?"
You nod once, still not imagining that this is happening. You are talking with a God. "Y-yes my Lord- I mean I didn't have any expecations--I didn't mean that! I uh.."
Booming laughter fills your ears. You are surprised when the god leans down to take a better look at you. "You are surely different."
Your eyes widen, "Th-thank you..."
He reaches down and wraps his hand around your body, lifting you up off the ground. "The village has surely prepared the best gifts for me today."
The Beast woke up sore and in a horrible mood. He slowly opened his eyes, not expecting to be back at his castle, let alone bandaged. He was in his sitting room on a large recliner.
"Oh, Master!" Cogsworth said walking up to him. Thank heavens you're awake!"
"Cogsworth," he growled, "What happened?"
"The forest brought you back after you left. The young lady came back with you. She told us about the wolves and how you drove them off."
"Explain these," he demands motioning to his bandaged body.
"The lady did those," Cogsworth explains, "She asked the castle for some help, but she cleaned and bandaged you herself."
"But why?"
"She said something about being even," the old clock said with a shrug, "She's been asleep for a little while."
The Beast's eyes drifted to the small woman and frowns.
She was still curled up by the fireplace, her white dress stained red with both his and her blood. Her hair was a mess and her arm had a sizable bruise on it. She was completely spent and was sleeping peacefully on the floor.
The Beast slowly gets up from his chair, growling in pain.
"M-Master, wait! You need to rest."
"Quiet Cogsworth," he snaps, causing the clock to promptly shut up. He slowly walks toward the sleeping woman, studying her. He kneels to the ground, doing his best to suppress his pained growl.
How could something so small and fragile, do something so grand?
He was huge compared to her. She basically bandaged a house-sized monster by herself.
He reached out to her but stopped before he actually touched her.
Why...why was he hesitating?
Was he...was he scared? Of what? What about this small woman was making him hesitate? He easily picked her up before.
What changed?
Was it the fact that she did something for him?
She willingly tended to his wounds. He never forced her or yelled at her.
He stayed like that for a bit. Claws extended towards her, but not touching her, contemplating what he should do.
It was Belle that moved first. She rolled to her other side, whimpering as her body screamed at her to stop moving.
He flinched, pulling his claws back and holding his breath.
Belle stilled once again, still in a deep sleep.
The Beast slowly moved towards her once again, reaching out and gently brushing her hair out of her face.
He scooped up the sleeping woman, cupping his hands around her and slowly lifting her up off the hard ground. He held his breath as he stood up and brought her to his face.
She was beautiful.
Never before had he seen such a graceful, peaceful beauty.
It was as if he was actually seeing her for the first time.
He was stunned by the human in his hands.
The Beast slowly started walking, subconsciously cupping the woman to his chest.
He didn't expect her to lean into him, nor did he expect him to enjoy the feeling.
What was happening?
"Cogworth," he called softly.
"Yes, Master?"
"Have Mrs. Potts prepare the East Wing."
"The East Wing, sir?"
He nodded gruffly, "For the human."
Cogsworth looked up at his master in surprise, "O-oh, o-of course Master! Right away!" The old clock quickly hobbled away, barking orders at the castle, which seemed happy to follow its Master's orders.
The Beast took his time walking to the East Wing, his gaze never really leaving the small woman in his hands.
He was walking slowly in order to give the castle time to prepare...yes...that's why he was walking slowly.
PLEASE CAN WE GET A ONE SHOT OR GIANT LUMIĂRE X TINY READER, IâM BEGGING YOUâźď¸â¤ď¸ 𼺠đ
Since you asked so nicely, here's a one-shot involving a Tiny!Reader and Lumiere. This is not a part of my g/t Beauty and the Beast story, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
The Little Light
You didn't know how long you'd been looking for a place to stay. Your previous home was discovered and you quickly made an escape. All you wanted was a nice quiet place to live with supplies and no drama.
The castle you ended up in was definitely not what you wanted...
It was dark and eerie. It was so worn down and quiet that you assumed it was abandoned.
You, unfortunately, were very wrong.
The castle was alive...literally. From the doors to the cutlery, everything was alive.
You scurried through the walls, watching everything with fascination. Then you saw something that really caught your eye.
A walking, talking candelabra, hopping around and chatting with an annoyed talking clock.
"Cogsworth!" the candelabra said, smacking him on the back, "We need to do something for ze master! Let's brighten his day!"
The clock, Cogsworth pinched what seemed to be the bridge of his nose, "He said to NOT be disturbed, don't you remember? Or has all that wax finally reached your ears?"
The flames seemed to die down, showing the candelabra's disappointment, "You are no fun. There is nothing to do in zis blasted castle!"
"Then find something to do, you insufferable fire hazard!" Cogsworth said, hopping away, "Something safe, Lumiere!"
You watched from the safety of the wall as Lumiere paced back and forth, muttering curses at the enchanted clock. As you watched him, your fatigue of traveling so far finally caught up with you. You were relatively safe as you sank to the floor, exhausted.
You woke up with a start, disorientated and completely in the dark.
The dark scared you.
Anything could be hiding in the shadows, ready to pounce at any moment.
You stood up, blindly searching for any source of light. You bump into walls and trip over holes in the carpets. Frustrated tears well up in your eyes as you get up, brushing yourself off.
And then... you see it.
A warm, welcoming light in the distance.
You craved the comfort light gives you.
But the light started to go away, causing you to scurry after it. "W-wait!"
The light stopped and you continue to run toward it, only to realize that you were running toward a feisty candelabra that towered over you.
Lumiere turned around to see a small being running towards him, "Allo there, little one!"
Your feet plastered themselves to the ground as you immediately regret your actions.
Lumiere hops toward you, shaking you to your core. He bends down to get a better look at you, "You're new here, no?"
You take a step back, completely overwhelmed by what's happening. You trip and fall to the ground with a started cry.
He takes another hop toward you, inspecting you with curious eyes
You could feel the heat from his flames against your face as you tremble below him, "P-please don't hurt me!"
"Hurt you?" he says, frowning, "Oh no no no! Zat is completely out of ze question! I would never hurt a guest here!"
"Guest?" you repeat, still scared but now slightly confused.
"Oui! You are our guest! Come! Let us get you more comfortable!" he extends his arm? Candle? Toward you, fire extinguished to help you stand up.
You cautiously grab it and stand up, knees still trembling, "Wh-where are you taking me?"
"To ze kitchen! Every guest needs to be well fed, no? Come!" he starts to hop away, much too fast for your little legs.
You start running after him, "W-wait! Please!"
You were alone in the darkness once again in the middle of a dark enchanted castle where everything is alive.
This is quite a lot for you to handle.
You fell to the floor, your head buried in your hands as you cry, "P-please come back. I'm scared."
Your ears buzzed as you sob into your hands. The world around you faded to nothing. You missed the light.
There was a comforting warmth around you. The warmth was followed by a light.
"Allo? Little friend?" a familiar voice said.
You look up to see Lumiere on his...stomach?... at eye level with you. His eyes laced with worry as he looks at you.
"What is wrong, hm?" he asks softly.
"You left me," you hiccupped, wiping your eyes.
"Apologies, little friend. I got too excited." he stand upright with a grunt, extending his arm, "Climb on mon ami, I will not leave you again."
You slowly stand up and cautiously climb onto his arm. You sit with your feet dangling and held onto him.
"Ready?"
"Y-yes."
"Alright zen! Here we go!" he says before hopping to the kitchen.
The ride was as bumpy as you thought it would be, and it's definitely not your first choice of travel, but it was better than being left behind again.
Lumiere burst into the kitchen, hopping up on the table. "Come, everyone! Let us make our guest feel welcome here!"
You slide off him and watch as the kitchen comes to life. You most watched the strange candelabra dance around the kitchen, happy to be serving someone again.
Though the dark and dreary castle was not your first pick of living space, you had a feeling that you would fit right in with the oddness.
As long as your new friend was willing to give his little friend a little light.
This was a lot of fun to write! I hope you enjoyed it!
Nice, glad that it's a possibility! I know he's not the most popular villain, but it'd ne neat to see something with Clayton from Tarzan. Maybe him coming across tiny people while hunting? Could be one person or multiple, maybe evena whole village.
A Small New Species
This was so much fun to write! Thank you for the suggestion!
You weren't the only being of your size in the vast jungle. There were others, but you tended not to stay too close.
For survival.
You were quiet and preferred things to stay that way.
The larger beings, like gorillas, frightened you.
Especially the hairless one. Those blue eyes sparked with a dangerous curiosity.
There were too many close calls with that creature.
It was the worst day when you discovered that there are more creatures like him. And they were even more curious than the original.
The biggest one terrifies you.
He carried a long stick that sounded like thunder.
It killed things with ease.
You decided to call the big one Thunder-Stick. The smaller male was Shiny Eyes and the female one was The Female.
They all were too curious for your taste.
But they had food...
You like food.
You spent days stalking their odd-shaped caves, learning their patterns and habits.
You didn't want to get trapped in their sack of food.
Nor did you want to hear Thunder-Stick's footsteps get louder.
Your stomach turned as the world around you move.
He picked up the sack.
You couldn't help the squeak come out of your mouth.
"What do we have here?" a voice boomed around you, "Another varmit?"
Your world got turned upside down as something grabbed your leg and pulled you out of the sack.
You scratched at the hand that grabbed you, survival instincts kicking in.
A warm hand wrapped around you, trapping your arms to your side.
The color drained from your face as you were eye to eye with Thunder-Stick.
He looked...delighted to see you.
You went from being in his hand to being in a hard, invisible hut.
He put you in a glass jar.
You hit the smooth clear walls around you, scared and confused.
He looked at you with greedy eyes, "Looks like we don't even need the gorillas. I've found a little gold mine right here!"
You didn't know what those noises meant, but you doubt it was good.
Maybe if you tried to repeat the noises, he'd leave you alone.
"Right here! Right here!" you shouted, hoping you didn't just seal your death sentence.
Thunder-Stick froze, looking at you with wide eyes. "Did you just speak?"
"Did you just speak?" you mimicked. You had no idea if this was working, but you weren't dead yet, so this may work out in your favor.
He looked at you with an evil grin. "Speak."
"Speak."
You really just wanted to get out of this weird cave thing.
He put you on a tall flat log, smiling wide. "Wait right here, little gold mine."
"Gold mine?" you say, tilting your head in confusion.
He was walking away, leaving you all alone.
You pounded against the glass yelling the sounds he said. "Speak! Mine! You! Gold! Gold! Right here!"
Frustrated tears formed in your eyes as you sink to the floor.
You only wanted some food... not to be trapped and make weird noises to giant creatures with loud sticks.
You don't know how long you were alone in a clear prison, but Thunder-Stick stormed into the odd cave and grabbed you.
He put you in a large wooden chest and shut it, leaving you in darkness.
You banged against the glass, screaming to get out.
A loud bang silenced you.
There was now a hole in the wooden chest.
He almost shot you...
You tremble in fear as you curl into yourself. You didn't dare make another sound.
Even your sobs were silent.
The world around you went quiet, too quiet.
You hear rustling after a while. Some odd sounds and clicks echoed through your ears.
It was the Female. She was communicating with someone.
Maybe she would help you!
"Gold?" you said nervously, "Speak! You! Right here!"
You squinted as light flooded your vision. You cover your eyes and curl up, immediately regretting your decision.
The world around you moved and you refused to uncover your eyes.
"What on Earth?" the Female said.
You then hear a noise that made your stomach drop. Why? Out of all the creatures in this damn jungle was he there.
Why was the hairless gorilla there?
You peek from between your fingers and your stomach turns. Both the hairless gorilla and the Female were staring at you.
"Oh, you poor thing! What on Earth was Clayton thinking, putting such a fragile creature in a jar?"
She takes the lid off the jar and gently takes you out.
Only for the hairless gorilla to snatch you from her hand with a tight grip.
You scream and flail in his grasp. You fruitlessly punch on his fingers, not enjoying this at all.
The Female makes some more noises in a calm soft tone, but the hairless gorilla ignored her and ran out of the cloth caves with you still in his hand.
You still try to escape him, not wanting to be in this situation at all.
He runs away from the cloth caves, the Female chasing after him. He runs deeper into the jungle and starts to climb a tall sturdy tree. He flops down on a thick branch.
To your surprise, he put you down.
He bent down to your eye level, looking at you with those big curious blue eyes. He pushes you with his finger, causing you to stumble and fall back with a pained cry.
You stagger back until your back hits the trunk of the tree. You were confused, hungry, and scared.
The hairless gorilla places a pile of nuts and seeds in front of you before climbing back down the tree.
You weren't going to let good food go to waste, and you were certainly not going back to that awful cloth cave hell.
You stuff as much food as you can in your mouth before walking away from the hairless gorillas, definitely planning on telling the others to stay the hell away from that place
I've had this scenario stuck in my head and I think it's best I share it with you.
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She sipped on her cocktail, looking at the rest of the bar. It was a nice place with a pleasant atmosphere. Peoples of all sizes were welcome here and not many fights broke out.
She was having a good time sipping her alcohol and enjoying her night out alone in the human section of the bar.
She didn't plan on him walking into the bar.
He was a well-dressed, black-haired, silver-eyed giant with a smile that could melt hearts and a deeper voice than a bass.
It was safe to say that he was the definition of eye candy.
She took a quick look at him and went back to the drink in her hand, not really paying the handsome giant any mind.
He noticed her right away.
She had long brown hair, brown eyes, and beautiful tan skin. Her full red lips and her lovely curves drew him towards her.
He wanted her.
She had no clue.
He purposely sat next to the human section and ordered his drink, occasionally stealing glances her way.
She paid him no mind as she ordered another drink. She pulled out her wallet to pay.
"Allow me," he offered, taking his card out.
She turned to him with a small smile, "Thanks."
"Xavier," he introduced himself.
"Delilah," she said with a small nod of the head.
"Pretty name for a pretty face," he complimented.
She smiled politely, "Same for you. It's a strong name. A strong name for a strong man."
He smirked at this little woman. "I could be your stong man if you wanted."
Delilah raised an eyebrow, seeming confused, "If I need anything lifted, I'll let you know."
"How will you get to me? I don't have your number."
She pulled her phone out and walked to him, not really putting any thought behind her actions. "I'll put it in, if you'd like."
His smile widened, loving her forwardness, and pulled out his phone.
The phone was almost as tall as the woman.
She gave him her number, thinking nothing of it. "So what brings you here tonight?" she asked
He rested his head on his hand, looking down at the small beauty. "Looking for a lovely time, hopefully with a lovely woman," he purrs.
She nods in acknowledgment and scans the bar, looking for a pretty woman. "How about that one?" she said, pointing out a lovely giantess on the other side of the bar.
This caught him off guard.
Did she...did she just reject him?! But she just gave him her number...
He took a second to go back to his flirtatious self. "She pretty, but I meant someone different. Someone who I can hold close and make mine."
She hummed in thought, not really seeing any potential suitors. "Well I hope you find her."
She brushed him off again?! Was she really not that interested? Did she give her number out of pity?
He coughed awkwardly, "I prefer my partner to be much shorter than me."
She nods in understanding and turns toward the human section of the bar, basically turning her back to him. She scans the humans, frowning as she couldn't find anyone that she think would fit the bill.
"Hmmm I-I don't know..." she says scratching the back of her head. She grabs her purse, sliding her phone into it.
He leans down, getting closer to her eye level.
He finally figured her out...she was denser than a wet brick.
"I am interested in you. I'd like to take you home or on a date," he says straightforwardly.
"Me?" she looks down at herself, confused at this giant's taste in people. "You sure? You want to go on a date with me? Why?"
He shrugs, smiling down at the blushing woman, "Why not? You've piqued my interest."
"You have very confusing tastes," she murmurs.
"What do you say?" he says extending his hand, "May I take you on a date?"
She smiles and rests her hand on his index finger, "Sure, why not?"
Marcus swung his apartment door open, carrying all of his groceries in his hands. He gracelessly kicked the door closed behind him and dropped all of his things on the kitchen table.
He never noticed the small pair of eyes watching him.
Or if he did, Marcus didnât do anything about it.
He put all of his groceries away, humming the tune that was stuck in his head.
He opened the door to his fridge when he heard the smallest of sneezes come from behind him.
Now Marcus⌠as sweet as he is⌠heâs a complete idiot.
âSomeone must have a cold,â he said out loud to himself, âMaybe Iâll make some soup for them.â
The tiny pair of eyes widened.
No⌠they canât be getting sick! It was only one sneeze!
But sure enough, one sneeze led to another. Then a cough, then a runny nose and an aching chest.
Soon, our little friend couldnât even get out of bed.
Their nose hurt from rubbing it so much. They were starving, yet they couldnât hold anything down.
They were miserableâŚ
And Marcus, true to his word, made soup.
He didnât know who the soup was for, but if the small, distant coughing was getting worse, then surely they would appreciate his soup.
Marcus tired to pinpoint where the poor soul was, but they kept moving.
âIs the whole building sick?â He wondered out loud, âI donât have enough soup for everyone.â
Our little friend was in terrible shape. They needed help. They needed medicine and food and supplies.
But they could barely stand.
Tears formed in their small eyes. They have never been this sick before. And they were all alone.
As much as they didnât want to, they knew that they had no other option.
They had to show themselves to the human outside the wall.
CarefullyâŚpainfully⌠they dragged themselves out of bed, feeling themselves get weaker by the second.
They pushed and outlet to the side and peeped their head out.
Marcus was scrolling through his phone on the couch, brow furrowed in concentration.
He was a lot scarier than our little friend remembered.
The thought of exposing themselves to his giant of a man made their already upset stomach turn.
But they need help.
Gathering the last of their strength, they pushed the outlet all the way to the side and crawled out into the kitchen counter. They partially put the outlet back before being overcome by a coughing fit.
Marcus looked up from his phone. âTheyâre getting worse,â he noted, âPoor souls.â
Marcus stood up and went back to his pot of soup, stirring it and taking it off the heat.
He didnât notice the tiny being shriveled up next to him.
They look up at him and their whole body shook.
They needed to do thisâŚ
âH-helpâŚâ they rasped, âPl-pleaseâŚâ
Marcus froze. His neighbor needed help.
He sped out the door, leaving the weak tiny buy themselves, and rushed to his next door neighbor.
He banged on the door, âHello? Is everyone okay in there?â
His neighbor opened the door, confusion written all over her face. âIs something wrong?â
âI heard someone asking for help, I thought it was you,â Marcus explained, âArenât you the one whoâs been coughing?â
She shook her head, âThat wasnât me. Sorry, but I havenât heard anyone coughing.â
With that, she closed the door, leaving Marcus confused and worried.
He walked back to his apartment and closed the door.
He went back to the kitchen, almost glaring in confusion.
To our little friend, he was utterly terrifying.
They shrunk back into themselves, now wanting to bail on this plan.
Their chest heaved and they coughed harshly. Chills went up their spine and their body trembles from both fear and the sickness.
Marcusâs eyes snapped towards the little person on his counter, now noticing them for the first time.
Both of their eyes met.
Both froze.
Marcus was the first one to do something.
He bent down and studied the small figure.
They looked like shitâŚ
âUm⌠hi?â Marcus said softly, âWhatâs your name?â
They froze, chest heaving from their coughing fit. âInnley.â
âSo Innley,â Marcus started, âWhatcha doing here?â
Innleyâs throat dried up as they tried to find the words. âH-helpâŚplease.â
Marcusâs eyes widened, âWere you the one coughing and all?â
Innley nodded.
Marcis reached out to them, not realizing how terrifying he looked. And carefully scooped them up.
âYouâre shaking like a leaf,â he said as he brought the poor little one up to his face.
He was too close.
They were going to have a panic attackâŚ
Theyâve never been picked up before.
Yet⌠his hands were so warm.
And their stomach couldnât possibly have turned anymore.
âWould you like some soup?â Marcus asked.
Innley nodded, still not having the right words to say.
Marcus stood up, looking around for a safe place to put his tiny company. He walked over to his couch and grabbed a small throw pillow. He set the pillow on the counter and laid Innley down.
âWait here while I go get some things,â Marcus said softly.
He grabbed the smallest spoon he could find and dipped in in the warm soup. He grabbed a handkerchief from the dryer and some cough syrup.
Innley shuddered as chills ran up their spine from both sickness and fear.
Marcus squatted down and offered some soup to the poor creature. âHere you are,â he said gently, âItâs my Maâs special recipe.â
Innley was too weak to even lift their head, but they managed to take a few sips before slumping into the pillow.
Marcus draped the warm handkerchief over the small person and let them rest. âSleep well, little one. Iâll be here when you wake.â
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True to his word, Marcus was there when Innley awoke.
The poor soul completely forgot about showing themselves to the human.
Innley weakly backed away, trembling, âS-stay back!â They soon went into another coughing fit and slumped in defeat. âPlease donât hurt meâŚâ
Marcus looked at them confused, âHurt you? Iâm not one to hurt anyone. Especially if theyâre in the state youâre in. Only here to help you. Honest. I wonât do anything without your permission.â
Innley sniffled and wipes their nose, âWhy are you helping me?â
Marcus shrugged, âCause you asked.â
âI did?â
âYep. I gave you some of my Maâs special soup and you passed out. Been asleep for a good hour or so.â
Innley hugged themselves, still trembling. âCould IâŚuhâŚCould I have s-some more soupâŚplease?â
Marcus smiled, âCourse you can. I made it just for you.â
Belle tried her best to contain her unamused groan.
Of course, he'd be here.
She crossed her arms and looked around.
For someone so large, he was very hard to find.
"I asked you a question," he growled in the darkness, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm going to climb up this bookshelf and go out that window."
"This room is forbidden."
Belle continued to look for the giant figure, "Even more reason for me to leave via the window."
The growling got louder. "Get out!" the Beast snarled.
An object was thrown in Belle's direction, making glass shatter around her. She yelped in terror and scrambled up the bookcase.
"Leave me alone!" she cried.
A deafening roar echoed through the room, making Belle cover her ears and scream. She put all her effort into getting to the open window.
With a final burst of energy, she leaped out the window, not thinking about what was to come after.
Belle's stomach dropped as she fell. She closed her eyes.
Dying seemed like a better option than being a pet.
Wrapping her arms around her, Belle braced for impact. Tears fell from her eyes as she accepted her fate.
Instead of hitting the hard ground, Belle found herself in a large pile of hay.
The room was right above the stables.
Belle rolled off the pile of hay and onto the muddy ground. She took a while to catch her breath, panting on her hands and knees.
"I-I'm alive..." she wheezed. Her heart couldn't take the excitement.
But she needed to keep moving. Who knows how long it would take for the Beast to find Belle again?
With a final deep breath, Belle shakily stood up and looked around. The muddy ground slowly became flowing grass. She could see trees on the horizon.
Freedom was in those trees.
Belle wasted no time in running towards the tree line. She needed to get out of there.
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The Beast hurled shards of glass against the wall in fury.
How dare she disobey him?! He was the master of the castle! No one dared disobey him.
He stormed to his study and grabbed the magic mirror. "Show me the girl," he snarled.
Like before, the mirror swirled a glowing green before showing the little woman.
He saw her roll off of the haystack and onto the ground. The Beast gripped the mirror harder as he saw her running towards the trees.
What infuriated him more was the fact that the castle let her run away.
What was so special about her that the curse didn't affect her?!
His blood boiled at the injustice.
All he did was watch her as she ran into the woods. Her white dress contrasted the dark greens and browns of the earth around her.
The sun was slowly getting closer to the horizon.
She cradled her injured arm as she passed by the first of many trees. Her chest heaved as she leaned against the tree in exhaustion.
The Beast watched in amusement. He knew she was far from home, and it was only a matter of time before she came back to the castle.
To his surprise, she continued forward.
The Sun was setting quickly, slowly leaving the small woman in the darkness.
"This will be fun to watch."
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Belle did her best to keep herself strong. The forest grew scarier as it got darker. The welcoming trees turned sinister in Belle's eyes.
Her blood ran cold as she heard a howl in the distance.
Wolves were a common danger in the woods, but giant wolves were an even bigger threat. They were more aggressive and territorial than regular wolves.
Belle knew if she stumbled upon their territory, her last moments would come sooner than she'd like.
She did her best to stay along the base of the trees, only running from one tree to another.
The moon blessed her with its glowing light.
A deep growl made her freeze in her place.
It was right behind her.
Belle turned around, shaking terribly.
Two pairs of glowing yellow eyes stared at the small woman. Two wolves slowly stalked towards her. Their fangs shone in the moonlight, making Belle press herself against the tree.
Belle looked for a way out of this situation. The fear sank into her bones as she found none.
She shrieked in terror as one of the wolves pounced. She ducked down and ran as fast as she could.
The wolf slammed into the tree with a yelp and a snarl.
Belle refused to look behind her as she ran as fast as she could. Her chest heaved and her arm was in a lot of pain.
She didn't want to die, not like this...
Belle yelped in fear as a wolf jumped in front of her. The second wolf was behind her, completely surrounding her.
Her hands trembled in fear as she stared death in the face.
A roar echoed through the air.
Both Belle and the wolves looked towards the source of the noise.
Running towards them at full speed was the Beast. His claw and fangs were out as he snarled at the wolves.
The wolves snarled back, forgetting about the human they were hunting.
Belle took this opportunity to run to the closet tree.
The Beast lunged towards the wolves. He sank his fangs into one of the wolf's shoulders.
It was a gruesome fight. Two wolves against one giant beast. Both sides were tearing into each other, trying to get the upper hand.
The Beast was ferocious as he threw the wolves off of him. With a final roar, he won the battle. The wolves whimpered as they ran away with their tails between their legs.
The Beast looked around for the small woman. He was tired and bleeding from the fight. He found her pressed up and shivering against a tree.
Belle's eyes widened as he trudged up to her. "N-no," she whimpered as she pressed herself harder against the tree, "S-stay back."
The Beast fell to the ground, clearly in pain. "Trust me, little one," he heaved, "If I wanted you dead, I would've let the wolves eat you." With that, the Beast closed his eyes. His breathing was labored as he fell asleep on the ground.
Belle waited a few moments before peeling herself from the tree. She cautiously stepped towards the Beast. She bit her lip as she noticed the wounds on his arms and shoulder.
The Beast...saved her?
Why?
He was cruel to her. He didn't care if he hurt her.
Then why did he save her?!
A groan of pain took Belle out of her thoughts. She needed to help him.
But how?! It's not like she could pick him up and take him back.
She looked around for something, anything to help her. Without giving much thought, she ripped a good portion of her skirt and put it on his shoulder wound since it was the deepest.
Red stained her dress as she tried to keep pressure on some of the wounds.
"H-help," she called into the woods, "Please help me."
The trees around her seemed to come alive at her plea. An odd warmth wrapped around both her and the Beast.
"Please," she said again, "He needs to get back to his castle. I-I can't do it on my own."
A strong wind rushed around both of them. It became so strong that Belle was swept off her feet. The wind slowly lifted the Beast off the ground as well.
The wind began to carry both Belle and the Beast through the forest. It took them to the doors of the castle, which opened by themselves, and dropped them by the great fireplace in the main hall.
The fireplace lit itself and the castle seemed to come to life.
"Please," Belle said to the castle, "He needs clean water and bandages."
It didn't take long for the requested items to appear before her.
Taking a deep breath, Belle began to clean and bandage the unconscious Beast before her.
It was a long and hard process, but thankfully the Beast slept through it all. The castle also helped in moving him around and providing supplies when Belle asked for them.
By the time she was finished, Belle was filthy and exhausted. She looked at her handiwork and nodded. "Now we're even."
She backed up and sat up against the wall. The fireplace warmed her and a huge wave of fatigue washed over her. She curled up and rested her head on her knees. Succumbing to the fatigue, Belle let herself fall into a deep sleep.
Belle shrieked in terror. âW-wait! Please donât! I-Iâm sorry!â She flailed in the Beastâs grasp, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The Beastâs deep laughter shook Belleâs core. âI am only teasing, little one.â He placed her back on the table with an amused smile.
Belle fell to her knees, trembling in fear and shock. âWhy?â she said, her gaze not leaving her lap. âWhy must you insist on marking my life hell?â
âIt was amusing,â the Beast replied nonchalantly.
The small flame of anger inside her grew. It spread like wildfire throughout her body. She stood up, glaring at the Beast. âI see,â she said calmly, âAmusingâŚâ
Belle took a deep breath and started to walk away from the Beast.
âAnd where are you going?â the Beast asked.
âAway from you,â Belle replied, âI may be your prisoner, but I will not be your plaything.â
The Beast chuckled darkly, âTurn around.â
Belle continued to walk until she reached the end of the table. âI refuse to be used for another monsters amusement again,â she said sternly, âI will not turn around.â
âIâm warning you, little girl,â the Beast growled, âYou will not like the consequences.â
âWhy must you break me?â Belle asked, holding back angry tears, âWhy should I bend to your will? You have done nothing but hurt me. What will you gain from this?â
The Beastâs growling got louder and lower. He slowly got up from the table, slowly stalking towards the small human. âI will ask you one more time,â he warned, âTurn. Around.â
Belle stood her ground, her eyes are closed and her fist clenched.
âMaster!â A voice called, âWhat in heavens name have you done to that poor girl?! Sheâs filthy!â
Belle snapped her eyes open to see Mrs Potts hopping towards her. She stumbled back as the large teapot jumped up and landed next to you.
âWhat on earth is this? Gravy?!!â Mrs Potts turned towards the Beast and glared at him (as much as a teapot can glare) âYou young sir have no reason to be tormenting this poor girl! Canât you see she is scared half to death?!â
âStay out of this,â the Beast sneered.
Mrs Potts plopped herself between Belle and the Beast, âThis has gone in long enough, young master. I will be taking her for the rest of the day.â
The Beast glared daggers into the talking teapot, but she glared right back.
âThatâs enough, Master,â Mrs Potts said in a softer tone, âSheâs been through enough for today.â
The Beast scoffed and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Belle just stood there in awe, not quite processing what just happened.
A beast whoâs taller than most houses got into an argument with a teapot and lost.
Mrs. Potts turned around to face Belle. âAre you okay, dear?â she asked.
Belleâs lip quivered. âI⌠I want to go home⌠I want my Papa.â
âThere there, my dear. Letâs get you all cleaned up and properly fed. That should make you feel better.â She opened her lid, âHop in.â
Belle cringed at the thought of going to that ceramic prison, âCanât I just walk?â
âI hate to be the bearer of bad news, dear, but there is no safe way to get down for you.â
âPerhaps I can be of assistance?â A voice called from the ground below.
Both Belle and Mrs. Potts peered over the table.
âCogsworth?â Mrs Potts questioned, âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm offering my services to the small lady,â Cogsworth said with a annoyed tone as he climbed up the table, âI doubt being bounced around in you is not a fun thing. And besides, your porcelain would be bad for her injury.â
âI was thrown,â Belle exasperated, âInto that blasted cage.â
âI apologize for the masterâs roughness,â Cogsworth said, âHe has not had a guest in years.â
âGuest?!â Belle exclaimed, âIs that what I am? A guest? Iâve been treated like a stray rat since I got here! Tossed and tormented. Thrown like a rag doll by that insane overgrown monster!â
âNow I suggest you watch your tone,â Cogsworth warned, âIf the master weâre to hear you-â
âGood! Let him hear!â Belle exclaimed. She scraped the dried bits of food off of her angrily. âI donât need either of you. Iâll just get down on my own.â
âPlease dear,â Mrs Potts said, âYou could get seriously injured.â
âSeeing how your precious master treats his so-called guests,â Belle sneered, âItâs either Iâll get hurt by falling or heâll do it himself.â
Belle took a few steps back before leaping off the table. She landed on the chair and rolled to break her fall. She stood up and got her footing.
Belle stood at the end of the chair and slowly climbed down mumbling angrily to herself.
Once her feet hit the ground she took off running towards the door. She needed to get out of there.
She needed her freedom again.
Belle wiggled through the crack in the door and ran through the hallway. She had no idea where she was going, but all Belle knew was that she was done with this place.
She slowed down to catch her breath. She looked around, trying to see if anything was familiar. A cool breeze made Belle shudder.
âWind?â Belle whispered to herself.
Wind meant freedom.
She slowly followed where she thought the wind was coming from. It led her to a dark part of the castle, not that she noticed.
The wind whistled around her. It made a door flap open and shut.
Without thinking, Belle snuck into the room.
The room was in shamblesâŚ
Ripped curtains, broken furniture, shattered glass and destroyed pictures littered the room.
But there was an open window.
And thatâs all the Belle cared about.
She slowly and carefully made her way towards the window.
She didnât notice the gigantic shadow behind her, watching her with glowing eyes.
Belle thanked whoever that was watching her that a bookshelf was tilting towards the window.
Itâs finals week and this is me venting. Hope you enjoy. (This includes mild angst to comfort)
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Lila paced back and forth, nervously picking at her nails. She wasnât able to sleep and nothing helped her calm down. Her eyes were sore from crying and her head hurt from the stress.
With a final sigh she wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and trudged out of her room.
She needed comfort.
She needed to be told that it was okay without question.
And he was the only one who could give her that comfort.
Lila quietly tiptoed through the hall and down the stairs. She slipped into her shoes and walked outside. Her house was right outside the forest that surrounded her town.
âM-Matt?â she called into the dark wood. âAre you there?â She wrapped the blanket tighter around her. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. âPlease⌠I need a friendâŚâ
A gust of wind rushed past Lila, making her shudder. She closed her eyes and anxiously shifted from one foot to the other.
âLila?â a deep voice rumbled around her. âWhat is wrong?â
Lila opened her eyes to see her giant friend look down at her with worry in his eyes.
Matt was the only one that could make Lila feel completely safe. He was muscular and as tall as the trees. His deep brown eyes matched his hair and his dark skin helped him hide in the forest.
Using the utmost caution, Matt laid down on this stomach and put his arms under his chin. Now at eye level with his tiny friend, he was able to see her disheveled state.
âWhat happened?â he asked.
Lila said nothing as she dashed towards him. She fell to her knees, sobbing and clinging onto his arm.
Matt carefully scooped up Lila with one hand, nuzzling her stomach with his nose. âIâm going to sit up, okay?â he warned.
Lila nodded and did her best to calm down. She leaned into Mattâs hand, trying to stop herself from shaking.
Matt slowly sat up, careful to not jolt his tiny friend. âCan you tell me whatâs wrong?â
âP-please,â Lila sniffled, âjust tell me itâs going to be okay. Tell me that thereâs nothing to worry about.â
âOh my little Lila,â Math cooed, âYou are going to be okay. You are safe here with me. There is nothing to worry about. Let all your stress out. Youâre safe. Iâve got you.â
Matt gently rubbed Lilaâs back with his thumb, knowing that all she need was him to hold her.
He held her against his chest, quietly telling her words of encouragement.
âItâs going to be okay. And even if itâs not, Iâll be by your side to help you through it.â
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I hope if youâre stressed, you will be able to overcome it. May you have peace of mind.
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Belle stayed curled up on the table as the Beast stroked her back with one finger. She was tense under his touch as tears silently streamed down her face.
She was damned to live here for eternity...
With a twisted Beast and moving furniture.
This is not how she planned on spending the rest of her life.
âYou will learn to like it,â the Beast said as he patted her head, causing Belle to whimper.
âI just want to go home,â Belle whispered to herself.
The Beastâs ears flicked, his sensitive hearing picking up what she said. âI would recommend you get those thoughts out of your head,â he warned, âThere is no escape from this place, not unless you do not value your life.â
The stubborn side of Belle wanted to prove him wrong. Wanted to march right out those giant castle doors and walk home to her Papa.
There wasnât much stopping her. Only a giant animalistic monster who needs to stop touching her and an entire living castle.Â
Fantastic...
She wouldnât let this deter her. She needed to escape.
Tonight.Â
For now, sheâll play along, do what the Beast wants. Then sheâll bolt the first chance she gets.
She wiped her eyes and looked up at the Beast, who still continued to pet her hair. âY-youâre right,â she said softly, âIâm sorry.â
The Beast smiled down at his little human. The quicker she learned to accept this life, the better for the both of them. He was going to make her the light of this hellhole.Â
He wrapped his hand around her small frame, enjoying the powerful feeling he got when she wriggled in his hand. âDo not struggle, I would hate for you to fall.â His grip tightened slightly, âWouldnât want you to break something.â
Belle froze in his hand, not wanting to be squeezed any more. The dull ache in her arm still remained and the pressure was not helping.Â
The Beast stood up and walked out of his study and into the long and winding hallways.Â
âWh-where are we going?â Belle asked nervously.
âThe kitchens,â the Beasy replied, âA little morsel like you needs to eat; as do I.â
At the sound of food, Belleâs stomach clenched and growled painfully. She looked down and bit her lip.Â
The Beast only smirked as he strode into the kitchen. He sat at the large table and distributed the small women on the table. âFood. Now.â
The room seem to come alive. The ovens turned on and they seemed eager to follow his command.
Belle watched in awe as the ovend made food from nothing.Â
âAh! Master!â a familiar voice said, âI was just looking for you!â
Belle turned around to see the giant candlestick hop towards them. She took a fearful step back as the candlestick bent down to her level. âBonjour, little one,â he greeted, âHow are you fairing in zis place?â
âI-Iâm okay,â Belle replied shyly.
âWhat do you want, Lumière?â the Beast growled.
Lumière put his focus back to the Beast. âI wanted to apologize for last night, Master,â he said as he bowed. âI just wanted our guest to feel welcome here.â
âYou are forgiven,â the Beast said with a wave of his hand, âBut the next time you disobey an order, I will have you locked in a cupboard for a month, understand?â
âYes, Master,â Lumière as he bowed again, âThank you.â
âNow go, and tell Mrs. Potts to come here at once.â
âRight away, Master!â Lumière said as he bounced away.Â
Belle watched Lumière go out the door, not noticing the giant plate of food being set rightbehind her.Â
âLittle one,â the Beast called, âCome and eat.â
Belle took a step backward and tripped over the plateâs rim. She fell backward into the food with a startled cry.
The Beast chuckled and pinched Belleâs sides. Her dress was soiled and stained and bits of food were in her hair and stuck to her skin.Â
âWell this certainly was not part of the menu,â he said with a smirk. He lifted her above his head, âBut Iâm not complaining.â
Belle paled and struggled in his grasp. âWh-what are you doing?â she said nervously.
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