how could anyone ever love a beast

Beauty and the Beast au

I know that a lot of my au’s are never based on ships and I understand that not every au needs to revolve around a ship. Trust me I know the pain. But here’s my own take on a beauty and the beast au. Because why not.

Every time I see a B&B au, it usually has Lance being the beauty. But to me I totally see Lance as the Beast of the story. I mean seriously, a bratty kid who is obsessed with his looks, that Lance to a ’T’. Soooo:

-Lance is the Prince, he’s kinda snobby and really focuses on his looks.
-I really want to make Allura the witch/fairy? But I’m going to go with Haggar being the magic fairy woman.( man I really need to rewatch beauty & the Beast)
-so pretty much, Lance refuses to let Haggar in to his castle, and out of rage she curses him into this Beast, and tells him that if he was able to get anyone to Love him before his 20th birthday, the curse would be lifted. She also throws in comments about how no one could love him in such a form and etc.
- so years go by and Lance lost all hope about finding someone who will love him, he can’t even love himself.
-so in a nearby village, our beauty( project who ever you want to be: Shiro, Keith, Hunk, Pidge, Allura, whoever you ship him with) is going on with life, wishing to find out more in the world.
-Zarkon would be Gaston, wanting to be the best man in town and not taking no for answer.
-Zarkon wants beauty to be his, but he/she says no way, not in a million years. But of course he can’t take no for an answer.
-so speed forward to where our beauty finds the castle, looking for his/her father, and he/she makes the deal with Lance to stay in the castle with him to let their father go free.
-and it’s pretty awkward at first, Lance hasn’t really flirted with anyone, let alone talk to anyone in years. He’s pretty abrasive and is quick to assume the worst.
-so our beauty tries to run from this crazy beast, only to get surrounded by wild animals, and they fight at first, but start to get overwhelmed.
-and Lance rushes in and protects him/her. But gets injured during the battle.
-beauty takes Lance back to the castle and tends to his wounds, and giving him a stern talking to about how to treat another person. He may be out of practice, but hats no reason to be rude.
-so he/she stays, and they start to get to know each other. They realize that Lance isn’t such a bad guy, he’s just been alone for who knows how long. And he’s trying so hard to not scare him/ her away. He likes having someone to talk to. To show things and experience things he hasn’t done in so long.
-Lance is starting to learn to love himself again, but he knows that he does have long. His 20th birthday is creeping up on him, and once that deadline passes, he’ll be stuck like that forever.
-after spending months with Lance, our beauty is staring to have feelings for him, because he isn’t hiding who he is anymore, he’s being honest and very kind with them.
-but then beauty gets word that Zarkon has heard of the Beast in the castle, and is coming to kill him and claim the castle as his.
-Lance doesn’t know who this Zarkon is, but he does know that our beauty can’t stay. Or else they will be in danger.
-so he sends them away, tells them to leave and find their father.
-but this is (Shiro,Keith,Pidge,Hunk,Allura) we’re talking about. No way are they going to leave behind the only person who has become their best friend. Their only friend.
-so he/she stays to fight.
-big battle ensues, and to save our Beauty, Lance takes a fatal blow. In the process, he throws Zarkon over a cliff.
-and during his last moments, beauty tells him that they Love him.
-*magical transformation*
-Lance is back to being a human, and he and his beauty live happily ever after!

So there you go, my version of a beauty and the beast au. I hope you all liked it, and don’t be afraid to ask questions.

Welcome to the Freakshow Part 2: Disobedience Will Not Be Tolerated

(gore, violence, general horror aspect)

   Kidnapped by the ringmaster of one of the biggest travelling circuses and forced to perform, the beast has to accept his new life and try to survive…

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The House of Beasts, Part 3

Another update. I felt inspired today, and it actually came out really well! Here’s part 3. Happy Easter to all those who celebrate it, and happy sunday to those who don’t! Have a lovely day, nonetheless ;-)

Summary: Prythian University, the grounds where frat houses wage wars and throw the best parties yet. Feyre, an art student and girlfriend to the Head of House of the Spring House, discovers secrets everyone’s been keeping from her for the last year and a half. An ACOTAR/ACOMAF AU, which begins as Feylin then evolves into Feysand. Begins as ACOTAR, includes AU of Under the Mountain, but will focus more on Acomaf.

Word Count: 2555 words

Once again, thank you all for withholding any hate and supplying only constructive criticism (I really need it!) and sending any requests, suggestions, etc.  Disclaimer: All characters and some direct and or modified quotes belong to Sarah J Maas, as well as some of the plot points. I take no credit for them whatsoever

Part 3: Secrets

Once the weekend had blown over, a quiet Sunday spent with my music and my paints in the study room, school came back full swing on Monday. I’d planned my schedule so I had all my harder courses packed early in the week, so Thursday and Friday were much more relaxed and spaced out. Sometimes it was a blessing, lazy Friday mornings when all I wanted to do was get out of school and spend the night with Tamlin, and some days, like today, it was hell, and I had no motivation whatsoever to step foot into a single classroom. I stopped by the Good Bean, ordered a double shot of espresso, and hurried my way over to psych, planting myself in the back of the room with my laptop and my coffee, my fingers hovering over the overpriced keyboard of my Mac Book that Tamlin had bought me at the beginning of the year. A good start to the year, he’d called it.

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The Greatest Monster


When I have bad days I write sad stuff.  It’s kind of just how I roll.


Percy made a sad smile as he packed the lunch basket.  He was going on a date with his wife.  She was way ahead of him of course, already waiting for him at their destination.  He, as usual, was left with the responsibility of putting together the food.  Everything was blue, of course. 

“Blue pancakes, blue blueberry muffins, blue orange juice, blue toast … alright Wise Girl, breakfast is ready.”

He ran a hand through his greyed hair before adjusting the bowtie he was wearing around his neck.  Even though it was just a simple breakfast, he wanted to look sharp for his beloved.  He left through the front door and started on his way.  Turning away from his car, he decided to walk.  Take the scenic route.  Annabeth would appreciate that. 

“Percy, you know we can’t always be together, right?”

“That’s silly Annabeth.  We’ll always be together.  You ought to know that by now, and I thought you were the smart one here.”

“Maybe, but what if something was to happen?  We fight monsters all the time.  These things don’t always end on a happy note.”

“Well then … we’ll just have to make sure to fight the same monsters at the same time.  If we go, we need to go together.”

Percy sighed as he thought about that conversation he’d had with his wife.  It’d been years, but he still remembered it as though it had happened yesterday.  Annabeth had always had that effect on him.  It was like she allowed his memory to stretch and hold way more than it was supposed to.

“Percy, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Annabeth?  What’s wrong?  You look so sad.”

“Percy, I’m fighting a monster.”

“You’re … you’re what?”

“I’m fighting a monster, Percy, and it’s a monster I have to fight alone.”

A slight whimper escaped from Percy’s lips.  They’d seen so many doctors, and eventually even Apollo himself had attempted to step in, but nobody, not even a god, could deny the Fates.

“My thread is thinning, Percy.”

“No … Annabeth …”

“It’s probably better this way.  You can go on.  You can continue being you.  You’ve been blessed with a little extra time.”

“But that’s time YOU deserve too!”

“The Fates can be cruel, love.  Cruel, but just.”


“Life isn’t fair, Percy.”


“Yes you can, Percy!  Yes you can.  You NEED to.  Clearly, the world is done with me.  It isn’t done with you, though.  Not yet.  You’re not finished yet.  At least you might have the honor of dying to a fierce beast.  Me?  I have the shame of dying on a lousy hospital bed.”

“Annabeth … you’re fighting a greater monster than any I could ever face.  If anyone should feel honor, it’s you.”

“Percy, I’d feel honor if I’d been able to judo flip this monster.  I haven’t been able to do that.”

“Still, I think you’re the bravest person in the world.”

“Thanks Seaweed Brain … “

Percy had reached the top of a hill by then.  It was barren save for a single pine tree and a small gravestone with the words “Annabeth Jackson, Wife, Mother, Wise Girl, Fighter of the Greatest Beast” on it.  A small owl was engraved into the bottom.  Percy knelt by the gravestone and laid fresh flowers over it before laying out the picnic blanket and setting up the breakfast.

“I hope you like it, Annabeth,” he said, tears filling his eyes.  “I tried my best.  I always do.  I know the pancakes are a little burned, and the muffins are kind of hard.  I bought the juice from the store, so it should be fine.  I just added the food coloring.”  He poured two glasses and set up two plates before holding out his glass.  “Cheers, love.”

And from the heavens, a blonde-haired woman smiled down at him, her grey eyes shining.  “Cheers, love.”

Tired of Fighting the Truth.

“I hate having to look at her ugly face every day”

These were the types of comments growing up I received from boys who had to be around me in school. Those were the type of comments that started me feeling as if I had to apologize for the way I looked. Those were the sort of comments that came from bullies.

From my so called “friends” when asked if anyone was interested in me (because how could they be?! Just look at me!) I would, of course, lie and make up a boy because of how lowly and depressed I felt. To one of these tall tales, one ‘FRIEND’ replied: 

“Aw so he doesn’t care about looks.”

That hurt. But I’m ugly. I’m not allowed to feel pain. I just have to stop being ugly.

Through the years I’ve found ways to fake it. I deluded myself into thinking that I wasn’t all that bad. Then I would catch myself in the mirror and take selfies without all the masks I’d created and saw the real me.

Saw a gigantic nose that took over my entire face. Saw the low hanging jowls/cheeks that only ceased to exist when I severely sucked in my face. Saw how my eyes sagged and dragged my face even more downwards than it already is. Saw the ugly under chin fat that has nothing to do with my weight as I’ve never been heavy.

In the one REAL relationship I’ve ever been in, with a severely troubled male who had his own self esteem problems, I remember other women giving me horrendous how the hell did SHE land HIM looks. 

All of that is bad enough. To make matters worse, I grew up along side of family members who looked like models and never gained weight. The rage and jealously I have had towards them have ruined our relationship entirely. They weren’t amazing people and were pretty cruel to me too, so It was a two way street BUT I could NEVER complain to anyone about them because NO ONE would EVER say ANYTHING could possibly be wrong with people THAT gorgeous. Everyone always defended them. I was the ugly one therefore I was the only one to blame.

I even remember being REALLY young and having their BITCHY ass grandma (who they LOVED of course) aways tell them how gorgeous they were when I was over, and then she’d purposefully ignore me so that I would make SURE I knew how hideous I was.

So they win. Beauty wins. Everytime. Us beasts? Sit here hating ourselves for a lifetime. Trying to fill this void that may never get filled because we’re trying to avoid facing the entirety of all the self hate.

Like others have said, complaining to anyone even remotely normal looking is useless. So is living in rage and cynicism, though.

I’ve come to the point where I’m almost 30 and all I want to do is look like a normal human being. I’m tired of a world where the acceptable “ugly” girls are just gorgeous girls with acne. or glasses. or just overweight. You can lose weight. You can’t lose ugly. And if you’re born this way you just have to suck it up and shut up. Because no one wants to hear it. They just don’t want to have to see it.

No one “normal” looking seems to understand that being ugly is an EVERY SECOND of EVERY DAY problem. There’s no hiding it. You don’t get some sort of solace. We aren’t living in a world where one ugly selfie is out and we’re scared someone saw it on facebook. We ARE the ugly selfie that people seem to get so ANGRY to see. As if we’re bothering them by existing. 

Most people just think why don’t you get plastic surgery then? As if its super affordable and not scary at all. Maybe I just don’t have the guts. So I’m a gutless, ugly, jealous, and terrible woman.

Don’t forget selfish though! I can’t tell you how many BEAUTIFUL women have been “disgusted” with my superficiality, because they’ve NEVER had to deal with people who cannot stand them because of their looks. So they volunteer and help others and are SO happy in life and can’t fathom how I could just be SOOO negative or pessimistic. 

Being a religious person does not help this. I’m not TRYING to be ungrateful to God. I struggle so much with hating myself for wanting to change what He gave me. Basically trying to imply that He got me wrong. I don’t want to do that. But when so many people are telling you through looks, words, and actions that you are NOT OK….what else do you end up believing?

That’s another struggle. The morality of changing what you’ve been given. Even if you believe what you’ve been given is a huge test. ther religious women will wonder how you could be so vapid and sinful by not being grateful to God when they look like models as soon as they wake up. 

I’m so glad to have found this website. It’s so nice to release this in a safe space. My friends all try to coax me, but I know the truth, and it makes me angry to receive false complements and be told my “thinking” just needs to change. I’m ugly. 

I’m tired of having to pretend that I don’t see that.

Insanity and his blade

With eyes of pure gold that shined brightly in a dim room, with a wicked Cheshire grin that danced upon the sin’s face. Someone who values their own looks and achievements to even care if anyone would get hurt in the process. A man who knows how to twists words to sweet temptation and get anyone in his grasp with no moral or shame to show. Though, it’s not a man or beast..but a terrible sinful vice. Who else would have such brilliant golden hues that could capture you in a piercing gaze but at the same time be cocky with no limit to whose ever around him? Pride. The cocky son-of-a bitch that can win you over with just a few words as your wrapped around his finger and could only care for himself.
With the knife he held in his hand, Pride caressed the blade with such admiration and insanity. He loved knives. The design of it and how it can make anyone scream in pain had always brought pleasure to him, the sadistic bastard he is. He had a certain victim tied up behind him as he looked over his shoulder. The man beaten and bruised but not broken. Pride let out a dark chuckle before walking over to the man. “Well, aren’t you a fun toy~”