My Beauty and the Beast Fanfiction, What happened












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this is the arrow of destiny. reblog this and see what comes up next. this person/saying/thing will have something to do with your future

okay i’m scared. let’s do this

it was a cute little kitten omg




  Got AmazingPhil bitchezzzzzzzzzzzzz

Bitches please. I got a cat I beAT YOU ALL!


i got a weeping angel 

Jensen Ackles? HELL YEAH

I got some sort of Otter…. IS THAT CODE FOR BENEDICT?!?!??!!




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Sherlock AU in which John overdoses so he can be with Sherlock again.

(Lyrics are from Princess Die by Lady Gaga)

Chapter 3


We decided to visit our cottage before heading back to the castle. It was still standing, thankfully. I grabbed a few of my favorite books, while Papa went through his tools. “Now I know it’s here somewhere…. Aha!” he said as he pulled out his own invention of a tool. It consisted of multiple springs and knobs. I hadn’t the slightest clue of what it could be for. “I was always rather fond of this one,” he told me as he stuffed it into a bag of his clothes.

Finally, we made our way back to the castle. Upon arrival, we were greeted by Lumière, the maître d’ of the castle. “Ah! Bonjour, monsieur, mademoiselle! How was the trip into the village?” He asked in his heavy French accent. I said very well, and then asked if he could find Adam for me so I could tell him the news.

I met Adam in the parlor fifteen minutes later. I told him everything that had happened and he was amazed at what my Papa had said. “I couldn’t believe he said it either! He was so brave,” I said. “But what do you think? Do you think they will actually want to take you as their leader?”

“Why wouldn’t they? Sounds to me like you have them pretty convinced,” he said. He pulled me onto his lap and gave me a long, deep kiss. I enjoyed it a little too much and went back for another. He didn’t object to this. He brought a hand to my face as we continued to kiss and I opened my mouth to let his tongue slide into it. His other hand moved up and down my side, while I had one hand behind his neck and the other on his strong shoulder. He let his hand wander along my side, and then slowly moved it to my front so that it now cupped my breast.

I gasped.

“Are you okay?” He started, and moved his hand. “I’m sorry. I- I didn’t know if–“ I grabbed his hand and put it back. He stopped and stared at me. I put my forehead to his as he gave a gentle squeeze. I forced my lips to his as he continued to fondle me. It sent shivers through my body that I had never experienced before. I attempted to pull him closer, but it didn’t seem there was much I could do.

Next thing I know we are on the floor, still kissing. He tangles his hand in my hair, undoing the ponytail I had done. He starts to kiss my neck and it feels so incredible I never want him to stop. He kisses lower and lower until he is at the top of my dress. There is a tie on the front that he undoes and then loosens the ties. My corset is still on when he kisses between my cleavage. He looks up at me then kisses my lips again. He forces his tongue into my mouth and moves it with mine. I move my hands to his waist and un-tuck his shirt, and then place my hands on the bare skin of his back beneath it. He pushes himself closer to me as I lock my arms around him. I close my eyes tighter, trying to lock these feelings in place so I can examine them more closely, but my mind won’t stay on one thing for too long.

There is only my sweet prince and me. Our skin, our lips, our clothes that seem to be suffocating us as he fumbles with the hooks of my corset and I pull his shirt over his head. He succeeds at removing my corset and pulls away from my face to look at my chest in full. I feel the blood rush to my face again and my breath catches. He looks for another few seconds then starts to kiss the fleshiest part of my breast and makes his way to my nipple. It feels almost too good. I put my hand on the back of his head as he starts to suck and uses his tongue to trace over the sensitive skin. I let out a moan and he stops and looks at my face.

“Did I hurt you?” He pants, trying to catch his breath sounding concerned.

“No, no.” I gasp, my eyes still closed. “You’re fine.”

He kissed my mouth, then my chin, my neck, my collarbone, my flesh, then back so my nipple. I moan again but this time he doesn’t stop. He moves to the other breast and forces another sound from my lips. I gasp and writhe and tangle my fingers into his hair and he blows onto the wet skin.

I shiver, and gasp, and throb, and moan, and then it all stops. I become almost limp, as a sense of calm flows over me. I let go of Adam’s hair as my body relaxes itself. He stops and looks at me, curiously.

“Are you alright, Belle?” He asks as he pulls himself to my face.

“Mhmm,” seems to be all I can force my vocal chords to do as I lie there completely still. I turn my face to him and look into his eyes. “I couldn’t be more wonderful.”

He kisses me gently, then lies next to me and just holds me until –

Knock, knock, knock!

Someone was knocking at the door when Adam and I jumped up and I tried to pull my dress back over my exposed chest, and he forced his shirt back over his head. I pulled my hair back into the ponytail, and say “Who is it?”

“Mrs. Potts, dear! I was wonder if you and the master would like some tea?” She said through the door.

“Oh! Uhm,” I paused not sure what to do. “Adam, darling, would you like some tea?”

He looked at me and laughed quietly. “I think tea would be wonderful, dear. Give us a few moments, would you Mrs. Potts?”

“Of course, dearies! I’ll be right back,” she said and walked away from the door.

I let out a sigh of relief as Adam walked to me, took my face in his hand, and kissed me gently. “Let’s not do that on the floor of the castle parlor next time.” He laughed and hugged me tight, then helped me dress properly.

Mrs. Potts came back with the tea and Adam made a fire in the large fireplace. I found The Three Musketeers and sat on the floor and read while Adam sat next to me and sipped tea with his arms around me. I found a comfy spot with my head resting on his lap and my knees bent. He undid my ponytail and played with my hair.

The large clock down the hall started to chime. “Adam, is it really 10 o’ clock already?” I asked. I hadn’t been paying attention to the time at all, in fact.

“Hmm?” He grunted as I looked up at him and saw his eyes drooping. I picked myself up and placed a kiss on his lips. “What?” He said, since I had apparently startled him.

“It’s getting late. Why don’t we go up to bed?” I said as I saved my spot in the book and set it on the big armchair.

We made it to the bedroom, put on our nightclothes and got into the bed. I thought that Adam had fallen asleep, until I noticed his lips lightly touching the backs of my neck and shoulders. It sent shivers down my spine with every touch. He had his arms wrapped around my front and pulled me closer. I placed my hands over his and held them. He moved his hand up and down my side and rested it on my hip, as he placed kisses on the curve of my neck. He started to move his hand underneath my belly button, when the strange throbbing started again. I jumped and he stopped.

“Are you alright?” he asked and moved his hand back to my hip.

“Yes, I just…” I didn’t know what was wrong. I was nervous and red and… and… scared? Why should I be scared? I trusted my beautiful prince with my entire being. What was scaring me?

I suppose I started to cry a little bit because he turned me to face him, wiped my tears, rubbed my back and held me close. “Shhh…” he said. “It’s okay. I didn’t mean to… Well, I didn’t mean… I’m not sure what I did, Belle but I’m sorry for it.” He stammered, not sure what to say. I didn’t help very much, though by not saying anything.

“I’m fine,” I assured him. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. You touch me and I can’t… describe what comes over me.”

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” He asked worriedly.

“No! Of course not!” I said quickly. “I’m not sure what’s happening to me exactly.” I started to calm down and rested my head on his arm.

“Belle, you’re doing nothing wrong. You’re beautiful and I find myself losing any sense of control when I touch you. I don’t know what comes over me other than the need to touch more of you. If you ever want me to stop, you only need say so.” He kissed my forehead and rested his head so he could look into my eyes. I took a deep breath and let his scent soak into me. He used his other hand to stroke my cheek. He traced his finger over my face and my lips. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths.

Never in a million years did I think my life would be this incredible. I never thought I’d get out of that town, let alone be living with a prince! Everything was so right in my life.

So why did I still feel like something was missing?

SOrry I haven’t posted the new chapter! Was super busy
Chapter 2

The next few days were full of more kissing, laughing and all around happiness. Everyone would laugh at Chip as he would run around and trip, because he was not used to having feet. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t just hop everywhere he went like he did while he was a teacup. He was one of the cutest little boys I’d ever seen. He was always smiling and laughing. His face when he figured something out was just so adorable! It would contort as if he was thinking really hard about the simplest of things, like clapping. He would stare at his hands as he brought them together to make a loud clap! and then look so happy at what he had just done! It was too adorable. He liked hugs, too. Almost every time he saw me he’d run up to me and throw his arms around my waist.

Watching Chip as ten year old discovering things that normally an infant would have already figured out was saddening, though. I had never thought about it. What must it have been like to be an appliance with no limbs while growing up? It was all he ever knew. I could see why his new body would be so confusing. Mrs. Potts and Babette, the maid who used to be a feather duster, did their best to help him, but it was going to take a long time.

The cook who used to be a stove was always working on one meal after the next. He was too excited to have his hands work at his will again. He made the most exquisite meals! I had never tasted anything so incredible! It seemed like each meal was better than the last.

Everyone was so happy to have their human forms back. And they were all overly thankful to me. I continuously told them that I hadn’t done anything, really. But they wouldn’t hear of it. It was as if I knew all along that I could do something to help them, when in reality I had no idea what they all really were. No one ever told me why those inanimate objects could talk and move. I assumed they were just enchanted with magic. I never actually thought them to be human!

One day to escape the many thanks that were being given, I hid in my library that Adam had given to me while he wasn’t human. I don’t like calling him a beast. He was much gentler than that…

I pulled out one of my favorite books, The Three Musketeers, and began reading. I had just reached the part where d’Artagnan had found out that his father had been one of the Musketeers that had been murdered, when there was a knock at the door. I looked up as Cogsworth poked his head in.

“Excuse me, Mademoiselle, but the Prince has requested that you meet him in the palace gardens.” He said and bowed to me.

“Oh, Cogsworth you know that’s not necessary,” I told him as I smiled, saved my place in the book and set it on the table. “Thank you very much.”

I made my way to the gardens, which took 15 minutes longer than it should have because of all the times I was stopped and thanked, and found Adam by the rose bushes. “They look beautiful,” I said as I walked up behind him and placed my hand into his. “You wanted to see me?”

He turned, smiled at me and took my other hand and kissed it. “Yes. I have something I want to talk to you about.” He was looking at every inch of my face, like he was studying it. “Do you think that maybe your old village might… want to be a part of my kingdom? I need to rebuild it now that I am prince once again. I thought your village would be a good start.” He smiled at me.

I thought about this. Our town didn’t really have anyone to look after them since Gaston had fallen. But he was so loved that I wasn’t sure if they would accept his reason for death to take his place. “I think that would be wonderful! I’m just not sure if…Gaston was sort of our leader. We never appointed a mayor or anything. He sort of just took over… I didn’t even think about what they must be doing since he’s…gone now.” He looked away from me and looked sad, and a little angry.

“That man was…horrible, Belle. How could he have possibly run the town?” He said with a touch of malice in his voice. I didn’t like it.

“Adam, our town was naïve. He was strong and gave most of the village their food. Yes, he was arrogant, primeval, and selfish, but he did seem to care about the townsfolk. He was just bigheaded and mean. He fed off of the praise he got from everyone. He wasn’t always that bad…” Why on earth was I defending Gaston? He never stopped bothering me about marrying him. Not to mention he tried to throw my father into an insane asylum! “I don’t know what I’m saying, Adam. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, darling. I was going to ask you if you could maybe speak to them on my behalf. You were liked just as much, if not more than Gaston. I think they would listen to you.” He moved a strand of my hair from my face and placed it behind my ear.

“Of course I will.” I smiled at him as he gave me a light kiss. “I’ll take my father with me. I’m sure he’d like to get some things from our old cottage.”

The next morning, Papa and I rode our horse, Phillipe, into town. When we arrived we were amazed to see how sad everyone was. We were given looks of detest and sadness. I decided we should visit the Book keeper, Jean, first. I walked inside and the bell went off. The little old man poked his head out from behind a bookshelf. At first his face was non expectant, and then it lit up when he saw me.

“Ah, Belle!” he exclaimed. “How are you? Where have you been?” He came up to me and removed his glasses and hugged me tight. He chuckled and shook Papa’s hand.

“I’m doing very well, Jean,” I said as I hugged him back. “And you wouldn’t believe everything that’s happened in the last few months.” I then told him everything, starting with my father being held captive.

“It’s just like a fairytale! I can’t believe it!” Then he coughed and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and continued coughing. “Excuse me. I haven’t been feeling very well lately.”

“Is everything alright? I noticed that the town seems…gloomy,” I said.

“Well, things have definitely gone sour since Gaston passed. The town relied on him too strongly. They don’t know how to take care of themselves. We haven’t had fresh meat for weeks,” he told me. “If something doesn’t change soon, I’m afraid of what could happen.”

“Actually, that’s why I’m here,” I told him Adam’s idea and he looked ecstatic.

“Oh, Belle! That would be wonderful! That could help so much, to finally have some leadership over the town!” He seemed overcome with joy and started to cough again. “You should call a meeting at the tavern. That’s where the men usually are, and they’re the only ones with any say in this town. Talk to them.”

“Thank you, Jean! It was so great to see you again,” I told him as he hugged me goodbye and wished me luck.

Papa and I walked into the tavern to find all the men drinking around the fire, staring at the pictures and trophies that were Gaston’s. The three blondes were crying in the corner on some man’s shoulder. The man was the happiest person there.

The accident had happened a few weeks ago! Were they really still in mourning?

Papa and I walked up to the bar and the bartender pointed a finger at me and shouted “You!” He shouted. “This is all your fault! Get out of here!” This drew attention to us and everyone finally noticed we were there. They scowled and glared at me. “If you wouldn’t have run off with that monster, Gaston would still be here. We wouldn’t be starving to death! You think anyone else knew how to hunt? Or fish? Or defend us? Of course not! You didn’t think of that when you pushed him over a cliff! Selfish little brat.” There were comments of agreement throughout the scurvy place.

I was in shock. They actually blamed me for Gaston’s death. “Now, you wait just a minute,” Papa spoke up. “My Belle did nothing wrong! She was trying to protect me when she showed Gaston the beast. No one told him to go chasing after it! You all were just too dumb to realize he was making everything up! He was crazed by jealousy. We had never been bothered by the creature before. What made you think he would start attacking us now?” Papa’s face was beet red with anger. “You all think I’m loony? Well, that’s just fine. But don’t any of you dare think my daughter is stupid enough to purposefully kill that arrogant son of a bitch! Don’t you dare blame her for his sheer idiocy and anger!” He stopped. He had silenced the entire tavern.

I put my hand on his back, trying to calm him down. Everyone’s faced were shocked. They couldn’t seem to believe that crazy, old Maurice could ever get so angry. LaFou, Gaston’s right-hand man, walked up to me and said, “What is your business here?”

I cleared my throat and tried to remember why I had come. “I- I came to-to see if… well…” I choked out.

“Spit it out,” he said coldly.

I took a deep breath and said, “Prince Adam, the monster you were all so afraid of wanted to see if you wanted to join his kingdom. He is attempting to rebuild it, and can offer you protection and food. Since I see none of you are capable of providing that yourselves, I’d take this into consideration if I were you.” Everyone looked surprised. Their eyes seemed to fill with a glimmer of hope. Then LaFou stepped closer.

“Why would we want help from him? He killed our leader!” He was trying to get a rise out of the crowd, and was followed by shouts of “Yea!” and “He’s right!” and “Why should we?!” The three blondes were looking as if they would pounce on me at any moment.

“Adam didn’t kill Gaston!” I shouted over them. “He spared his life! I saw the whole thing. He told Gaston to leave, and when he climbed to me Gaston followed him and stabbed him in the side. They both lost their gripping of the roof, and I tried to grab both of them, but Adam was closer and I already had a hold of him. Gaston lost his balance and fell. No one murdered him. No one pushed him. He was his own downfall,” I told them all. Again they were silenced. No one knew what had really happened. They had just assumed. They were all as stupid and stubborn as Gaston, himself, was.

“Maybe she has a point,” said the bartender. “We need protection around here without Gaston. We also need food. If her prince is offering that to us, I say we take it up.” I could see the others looking at one another, as if to get everyone’s opinions silently.

“I think so, too. My wife’s lost at least ten pounds since Gaston’s been gone. Not that I’m complainin’ ‘bout that,” another man by the fire said. “But we needa stop cryin’ ‘bout the past, and actually do somethin’ instead o’ sittin’ here on our asses!” Other men started to nod in agreement; everyone but LaFou, who was obviously still loyal to his best friend.

“No one protected us like Gaston did, and no one ever will! He was the best!” He shouted over the positivity.

“Shut up, you little git!” A man with thin blond hair that was pulled back said as he pushed LaFou down into a chair. “How do we make this deal with your prince, love?” He smiled at me, sweetly.

“Well, he just wanted me to see if you were interested. He’ll come here himself in about a week. Is that alright?” I told them. Everyone nodded in agreement. I was given some thanks by some men who weren’t drunk. LaFou and the Blondes ignored me, though.

I went up to them and said, “He wasn’t all that great, you know. Beauty isn’t everything.” I didn’t wait for a response and walked out of the tavern with Papa.


Hey guys! What did you think of the first chapter?

Chapter One

The man turned to me. He was…handsome. But I didn’t understand where my beast had gone. I was crying over his dead body when he started lifting into the air. There was a bright light, then he was gone and this man was here. He had long, brown hair, and defined muscles and facial features.

            “Belle, it’s me!” He said. I didn’t understand at first. Then he stepped near me and looked into my eyes.

            I looked into his eyes trying to see what he meant. His eyes were the bluest of blue, and were so beautiful with humanity. I recognized him at once.

            “It is you!” I reached for him, overcome with joy. This was too incredible to believe.

            He took my face in his strong hands, held my eye contact, and then brought my face to his. I have never felt something so magical in all my life! I felt as though I couldn’t get close enough. I pressed my body against his as the entire world seemed to swirl around us. We broke apart and smiled. Then we looked around and saw everything was changing. The rain had turned into fireworks, the castle was becoming a beautiful, pearly white, and the horrible gargoyles turned into angelic statues.

            Lumière and Cogsworth ran out to greet us, laughing, but as they did, a circle of color spun them around as they grew human characteristics. They were no longer a candelabra and clock, but men! Lumière had become tall and lanky, with poofy pants that matched the gold color of his stand, and hair that was brown and wavy, and put neatly into a ponytail. Cogsworth became short and stout, and was wearing a jacket that is brown and gold. He had a thin mustache, almost like the arrows on a clock, and a brown wig that was placed neatly on his head. Mrs. Potts had transformed into an older woman with white hair and a purple dress. Chip was a cute little boy who was missing his front tooth, and had blond hair. Everyone was lovelier than I had imagined!

            “It is a miracle!” Lumiere shouted, as the man took me into his arms and spun me around. Everyone was hugging and crying.

            Then, I realized: I had no idea what was going on. What had made all the enchanted castle objects turn human? I stopped and looked around as everyone cried and laughed and thanked me.

            The man noticed the confused look on my face and took it in his hands and said, “What’s wrong, my love? Aren’t you happy?” He moved a strand of hair from my face and placed it behind my ear.

            “Of course I am! All of you look so wonderful! But,” I started, and then paused not knowing how to place the question. “Why? And- and how? I- I don’t understand.” The man looked at me and smiled.

            “My name is Prince Adam. I was transformed into a hideous monster ten years ago, because of my cruelty, and selfishness. An enchantress thought to teach me a lesson, and said if I could learn to love someone and earn their love in return before the last petal on the rose presented to me fell, I could be human again. She turned all my servants from human, as well. Belle, you broke the spell when you said you loved me. The petal hadn’t fallen yet, and even though I was almost dead, your love spared my life. I love you, Belle. More than anything I’ve ever loved before!” He wiped my tears that had started pouring. He couldn’t stop looking into my eyes. He was so beautiful. We pressed our lips together once more, and then went to see how the castle had transformed along with everyone else.

            Everything was so magical! What had once been grey and cold was now bright and warm, with gold trimmings and marble pillars. Everyone became beautiful and flawless, done up in elaborate clothing conveying each person’s duty.

            “This calls for a celebration!” Adam exclaimed to everyone, with his arm around my waist. “Ready the ballroom and musicians! We’re having a party!” Everyone hooped and hollered! He kissed my forehead and told me he was going to get ready. “I want to look my best for you.” He smiled and walked to the west wing. I went to my old bedroom to find a woman there, who must’ve been the old wardrobe.

            “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe it! You dear, sweet girl!” She sobbed to me. The woman was large and pink. She ran to me and pulled me into a hug that was overcome by her large bosom. She put me down and wiped her tears, which were just replaced by more. I told her that there was going to be a celebration tonight, and I need a dress to wear.

            “You must wear the gown that you wore when you fell in love,” as she pulled out the big, yellow dress. “You’ve never looked lovelier than that night, and tonight I’m sure you’ll top it!”

            She was right. Wearing the golden-yellow dress was the perfect thing for this night. As I descended down the stairs and looked up the other side, I saw my handsome prince. He was wearing his blue overcoat and had his hair neatly pulled back. He beamed at me as he came towards me. His eyes showed the overwhelming joy he couldn’t express. He took my hand, and as we reached the floor with everyone’s eyes on us, he picked me up and spun me around again. We laughed, and when he finally put me back on the ground I reached for his face and kissed him. I felt like we couldn’t kiss enough. We danced and danced as our friends watched. I noticed my father with Mrs. Potts and ran to him.

            “Oh, my precious daughter,” he said with tears in his eyes.

            “Oh, papa,” I said as I hugged him tight. “I love you.”

            “I love you, too, Belle.” He let go of me and I went back to Adam.

            We danced more and kissed more, said hello to all the wonderful people who were so overjoyed they could barely hold in their tears. Lumiere and Cogsworth got into an argument and were shoving each other and shouting funny insults. Adam just laughed and pulled me in for another kiss. “They’ll never change,” he told me.

            We didn’t leave each other’s sides the entire night. After drinking, eating, dancing, kissing, hugging and laughing it was finally almost midnight. Everyone decided to retire for the night. I started to kiss Adam goodnight and go to my own room, but he stopped me.

            “Uhm, Belle?” He asked.

            “Yes, dear?”

            “Would you mind, uhh, staying with…well I was wondering if…” He trailed off and looked nervous.

            “What is it?” I asked.

            “Ah! Nothing, just…” He said quickly. “I just…Well, would you want to…Stay with…with me tonight?” He asked as his face turned red.

            “Oh!” I said, surprised. “Uhm…” I wasn’t sure why I was hesitating. I didn’t think he’d thought of that. I hadn’t thought of that.

            “Sorry! It was stupid of me to ask. I just…” He trailed of again. “I just want to be with you. I don’t want to ever leave your side.” He took my face in his hands and placed his forehead against mine.

            “No, it’s alright! It wasn’t stupid at all.” I assured him. I closed my eyes. “Of course I’ll stay with you.” I whispered and closed the distance between our lips. He pulled me closer with the small of my back and ran his other hand through my hair. I lifted my own hand to his chest and put the other on his waist.

            He pulled away and took my hand as we walked up the stairs to his room. He looked at me with a look I couldn’t place. I felt the blood rush to my face and my heart beat faster. He took off his jacket, walked to me and pulled me into another kiss. This time my mouth parted and I let my tongue trace his lips. He pulled back and stared at me, looking confused.

            “That was…strange.” He turned from me and sat down on a bench against the wall.

            “What’s the matter?” I asked as I walked to where he was sitting and rubbed his back.

            “I’m not sure…I’ve never felt what I’m feeling now. I can’t…I don’t know what to do with it.” His voice had longing in it. I became nervous again. My dress was getting so heavy.

            “Adam? Will you help me please?” I pointed at the zipper on my back. He looked at me and got up. He placed a hand on my shoulder while unzipping the beautiful gown. The dress fell to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my corset and petticoat. I removed the petticoat so that only my pantalons were left on my bottom half. Adam put his hands on my waist from behind and kissed my neck. He continued kissing, moving my hair out of the way as if to get a better taste. He wrapped his arms around my front and held me close. I turned to face him and found his lips. He opened his mouth which forced mine open as well, and placed his tongue on mine. We moved together, breathing heavily and I tried to pull him closer. I had never felt anything like this before. No one’s touch ever made me feel this crazy.

            I tugged at his ruffled shirt wanting to touch skin. And as if he knew what I wanted he pulled back and started to unbutton his shirt. It came off quickly and I was amazed as his toned muscles were glistening. He watched me stare at him and let me look. He was so beautiful! I felt as if that was the only word I could use to describe him. His chest was perfectly sized, and his abs were cut, but not overdone. His arms were strong and welcoming, as he held them out to me. I went to him and pressed myself to him. I felt like I couldn’t get enough of his touch, his skin, his kisses, his…everything! Then I felt the throbbing.

            I pulled back, quickly.

            “What’s the matter, my love?” he said as he came to me and kissed my forehead.

            “I…I’m not sure.” I said. I couldn’t stop it. I wasn’t sure if I liked it, either. “I feel light headed. I need to sit down.” He led me to the bed where we sat and said nothing. He put his arm around me, and I rested my head on his bare chest. “I think I might just be tired.  A lot has happened in the last 24 hours. I’m not sure… I’m just tired. I’m so sorry.” I said as I picked myself up and started to walk out.

            He got up and ran to grab me back. “No, no, no! It’s okay, Belle! I didn’t mean to… Well, I didn’t… I don’t know. But I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Please stay with me.” He took my hands and pressed them to his lips, gently.

            I looked at him and said, “Okay. It’s okay. You didn’t scare me. I- I don’t know what happened to me.” I looked at him apologetically.

            “Everything’s fine. You did nothing wrong. Let’s just go to sleep, alright?” he proposed. I nodded and found a nightgown to sleep in. He took off his silky pants and found some loose ones to put on, leaving himself shirtless. We climbed into bed and he wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He kissed my neck again sweetly and whispered, “Belle, I want you to know that I will never, ever do anything to hurt you. I want you to understand that. This is my first night as a human in ten years, and I’m trying my best to remember what it was like. You did help me, though, before. I felt more human when I was with you than I had before the spell. You mean so much to me, and I feel like I’ll forever be in your debt. I love you, Belle.” He kissed my neck again, and then rested his head on my shoulder.

            “I love you, too.” I told him. Then we slept in a restless sleep for what seemed like days.


So I started writing a Fanfiction based off of Beauty and the Beast. I created what I believe happened after the beast was transformed. This is definitely rated MA. So be careful. =]