a collection of oneshots of your favorite characters as your favorite fairy tale characters from my tumblr, starryevermore.
[18+ MINORS DNI, THIS INCLUDES EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT]
summary: in which you are the beauty and lance tucker in the beast.
word count: 809
warnings?: implied smut, ok this one isn't as good but i didn't want to rehash the beauty and the beast plotline too much cause i have a fic coming out in october that does that lol, not proofread
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ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a land far far away where a young woman lived with a horrible beast. She had lived with him for many months now, growing used to his temper tantrums and penchant for the dramatics. And he, too, grew used to her. The beast was once used to the solitude in which he lived, only talking to the enchanted furniture when necessary. He had been cursed to this life, and this life he would learn to live. Until, you came along.
Your father had been found trespassing on his grounds, trying to take a single rose back to you. The beast had imprisoned him for his crimes. But, you came running for your father. Begged the beast to let him go, that you would take his place. It was an odd act of selflessness that the beast hadn't seen before. And yet, he was moved by it, just enough to agree to your terms.
Things weren't easy from there. Things like this never are. But, he eventually moved out of the dungeons and into your own room. Allowed you to eat meals with him, to join him on his walks around the grounds, to watch as he did tricks and jumps that a beast of his size should've never been able to do. Eventually, he even told you his name, told you to call him Lance.
And you opened up to him, too. Told him about how you and your father had been ostracized from the town you lived in. About how you loved to read. You told him all of your favorite books, sometimes telling him the stories as best as you could remember. He liked it when you told him stories. But you eventually ran out. Your town didn't have many books, you explained, and the ones that they did have weren't given to you because you were a woman and "a woman wasn't to read".
Lance almost felt like a fool when the idea struck him. How hadn't he thought of it sooner? But, in his defense, he didn't use his library often. He hadn't since he was a boy. The shelves collected dust, until he decided to have it cleaned so that he may give it to you.
Today was finally the day that it could be yours.
After breakfast, Lance told you that he wanted to show you something. So you put your small hand into his large one, letting him lead you up to the library.
"Where are we going?" you asked.
"Shh, it's a surprise," he said. He stopped at the ornate double doors that opened into the library. "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready," you said.
He pushed the doors open, his eyes staying on you to watch your reaction. And, oh, he's never felt joy quite the way he did when he saw your hand fly up to cover your mouth, the quiet gasp escaping, the way your eyes went all wide as they darted between the library and him.
"Lance, it's beautiful!"
"And it's all yours," he said, taking your hand again and leading you inside. "I would've given it to you sooner, but it was rather dusty, and I wanted to make sure that it—"
"It's perfect," you cried, wrapping your arms around him. "This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."
"I'm glad you like it."
"I love it," you corrected, rising on your tippy toes and pulling his mouth down to yours so that you could kiss him.
The air seemed to change as you kissed him, swirled around you and enveloping the two of you together. And, slowly, it felt like you didn't have to lean up as far. Almost as if Lance was shrinking. When you away, the beast no longer stood in front of you. No, it was a man with raven hair and pale blue eyes, a perfect smile curled across his face.
"Lance, you—"
He looked down at his hands, as if he couldn't believe they were his. "You broke the curse," he breathed out.
And then suddenly his arms were wrapped around you and he was lifting you into the air, spinning you round and round, laughing so loudly it echoed off the walls.
He set you back down on the ground, his hand going up to caress your face. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
"Y-You're welcome, but I don't understand what I did?"
"True love's kiss. You broke the spell."
"I'm your true love?"
"You are," he said. "And I only know of one way to repay you for this."
"And how's that?"
"Why don't you shimmy off those pretty panties you're wearing and go sit on the couch over there?" he smirked. "Wanna give your other set of lips a few kisses, yeah?"
