Broken Beauty

Once Upon A Time

Okay so SterekWolf24 gave me the idea but I'm not exactly using her remake of beauty and the beast with sterek. I'm gonna make a shit ton of changes for example Belles dad is an inventor Well I don't like John being an inventor so Stiles dad is sorta like the game warden. And there will be absolutely NO SINGING! Ugh no offense to you musical lovers but I just can't. They put me to sleep.

"Good morning Baker" Stiles chirped happily as he placed a loaf of bread into his basket.

"Good morning Stiles" The man slides another fresh tray of muffins under the counter.

Stiles gets his baked goods and pays the older man. On his trip home he couldn't resist stopping by his most favorite place in the whole village. The library.

Stiles pushed open the wooden door and a soft ding emitted from above.

"Coming!" came the shout of a friendly old man "Stiles!" the man wobbled out from behind a tall shelf "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages" he opens his scrawny arms and pulls the young boy into a gentle hug.

"I was just here two days ago. It wasn't that long" Stiles chuckles and hugs the man back.

Stiles could smell dust and the old tattered pages of ancient books on the old man's body. It fit the man well.

"So what can I help you with today, my boy?"

Stiles grinned "I'm just returning my books and possibly looking for something new?" he asked hopefully.

The old librarian chewed on his cheek as he stroked his short grey beard. His eyes drifting about the small room. He tapped his fingers against his lips "Stiles I don't believe I have anything new. Not as of yet that is."

Stiles pouted as he ran his fingers over the books spines along the shelf. He grabbed one and pulled it free of it's snug perch on the shelf.

"That's okay. I'll take this one!" he grinned.

"But you've read it eight times already" the old man chuckled before looking the book over. He smiled "Its yours" he handed it back.

Stiles stared at the book in his hands again with awe "Really!? You mean it?" he sounded breathless. He held the book to his chest beaming with happiness. He hugged the old man.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" he was giggling as he stowed the book away in his wicker basket. The old man had a smile on his face as he lead Stiles to the door by a hand on the small of his back. "Thanks again goodbye" Stiles was all smiles as he excited the library.

He weaved his way through the crowded village square occasionally bumping into people.

He glanced around at the sound of lowered voices and whispers. He just shrugged and walked on.

Stiles was one of the few single bachelor's in the village but the thing was, was that he wasn't into any of the women in his village. Now men were a different story. Stiles was good looking but he wasn't as muscl-y as one of the villages welders or lumberjack.

There was always talk about Stiles in the village whenever he came into town. He heard whispers of people finding him odd or weird but he didn't listen. He didn't care. He had everything he needed at home. He didn't need anyone other than his farm and his father.

"Stiles" he was pulled out of his thoughts when a shadow towered over him. He took a step back.

"What do you want Jackson?" Stiles asked as he took another step back. Jackson took two steps forward.

"I just wanted to know how you were doing? How's your father?"

Stiles continued to back away until his back met the splintering wood of a fence.