I have like a billion favorite fics in this fandom and they are a mix between the original film and the new version SO I’M GONNA PUT BOTH! I’ll write the year in the description (but AUs kinda apply to both versions..as most stories do because of the OVERWHELMING similarities in the two movies) (I could have added so many more but this is like too long😂)
All Along (https://m.fanfiction.net/s/4130408/1/All-Along) (1991) (K)
“The spell has finally been broken. The Beast has some explaining to do, and Belle has a few secrets of her own to get out: she knew about the curse. Postmovie oneshot.” (I’m kinda obsessed with post-movie “woah what the hell just happened let’s talk this out” one-shots)
His Special One (https://archiveofourown.org/works/10558318) (2017) (G)
“The ballroom, it seemed, was consistently a place where his life would change forever. A post-curse fluff piece.” (This author has a ton of cute one shots this is just my favorite of theirs)
Impressions (https://archiveofourown.org/works/10627920) (1991) (G)
“Sometimes it’s the little things like getting ready in the morning that can be the hardest to get just right. Luckily the Beast has Cogsworth there to help out.” (This author is SO FREAKING GOOD at the 1991 Beast’s characterization like I swear. This is the fluffier of their stories also the newest but I love like all of their works)
And When We Touched (http://archiveofourown.org/works/10536363) (2017) (T)
“The five times the Beast had human contact for the first time in years, and the one time he had it as a human himself after the curse is broken. Based mostly off the 2017 movie.”
Of course I have to plug my own fic so…. I Love You Too, By The Way (http://archiveofourown.org/works/10504920) (2017) (G)
“short conversation between Belle and Adam between the kiss and the reunion with the servants. Because you know Adam would be excited more by Belle being in love with him than by the curse being broken. (Immediately follows the 2017 movie)”
Multi-Chapter! Human Again (https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10085111/1/Human-Again) (1991) (T)
“A series of short one-shots written for the February 2014 prompt on Bittersweet & Strange. The prompt was: “Write a scene or story about the prince doing something he couldn’t do as a beast.”“
pouf-pouf (http://archiveofourown.org/works/10497057/chapters/23157834) (2017) (T)
(Ok this is technically just a two-shot but..)
”“Not for the first time, Belle found herself curious about the dusting of gold Plumette so often applied to the corner of her eyes and the swell of her cheeks. ‘Actually. I did have one question. How do you…’ She touched the side of her face to indicate where Plumette’s skin shimmered.
‘How do I do my makeup?’
Plumette shook her head in amazement. 'There were really no other girls in Villeneuve?’”
In which Belle makes a friend and learns more about her fiance.“
The Anchor (http://archiveofourown.org/works/10514937/chapters/23206923) (2017) (T)
”“You’re alive,” she murmured softly, amazement smoothing the tone of her voice and filling the small void between them. Her eyes, brimming with unshed tears, locked on the loose waves of his shirt and the smooth planes of his chest.
“I’m…” he began, unsure of what to call himself. I’m me? I’m human? I’m…
"You’re alive,” she repeated, her tone insistent but her hands hesitant as they moved from his thin waist along the loose linen to his chest. The fabric bunched as her fingers pressed lightly across his torso, searching. “You died,” her voice cracked, her sorrow tangling desperately with her words, “but you’re alive.”
A series of vignettes following Belle and Prince Adam based on the live-action Beauty and the Beast. No set number of chapters or timeline. Please enjoy:)“
That Girl is Strange, No Question (http://archiveofourown.org/works/10381776/chapters/22928007) (2017) (T)
"He also remembers many times that Belle did this from before— he remembers her scribbling on bits of scrap paper in the library, getting ink on her face from her drafting pen over their own private dinners. She has nothing on her face now, even as his eyes drift up to catch every little detail. “I will allow you that disposition, my love,” he tells her as he brings up the knuckles of her right had so that he can press his lips against her skin. “Apart from one instance.”
“Oh?” Belle asks, eyebrows raising higher than Adam honestly thought they could go. “And which instance would that be, my Prince?”
“You were at the center of me,” he says. “From the very first moment you threw a snowball at my face.””
AU! My Heart Will Go On (http://archiveofourown.org/works/10601274/chapters/23438256) (2017) (M)
“Engaged to be married to a woman who he does not love - a match enforced by his money grubbing father - the poised young aristocrat, Adam, is utterly miserable. On his first night aboard the RMS Titanic, he debates pitching himself over the edge of the ship and into the icy waters below, never to be seen or paraded around ever again.
He would have jumped, too, had he not been talked down by a shockingly beautiful girl who had somehow managed to smuggle herself onto the ship, hoping to see the world. Her name was Belle, and Adam quickly came to learn that she had been in France prior to boarding the Titanic, selling her sketches to make ends meet. A bizarre concept to the wealthy gentleman, which only made her, and her way of life, all the more alluring.” (I’m REALLY dreading the end to this story)
Mirrors (https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12347701/1/) (1991) (T)
“Everyone knows the Beast was selfish and unkind—which, of course, is exactly what a jealous enchantress would want the world to think. A retelling in which young Adam was an innocent victim caught up in his father’s past mistakes, and Belle a willing presence seeking to repay her own father’s debt. And with a vengeful witch on the loose, Gaston is the least of their worries.”
A Prince in Molyneaux (https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11020498/1/) (1991) (T)
“AU. Prince Adam is never cursed and grows into a spoiled, self-centered adult. When an attempt to flee his responsibilities backfires, he ends up stranded in a small provincial town. Can he find his way out of the town before anyone discovers who he really is? Or will his developing feelings for a beautiful but funny girl cause him to reconsider his plans entirely?”
Behind a Fair Façade (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7213906/chapters/16370746) (1991) (T)
“Belle and Adam are college roommates whose dislike soon melts into friendship - and maybe more. But Adam has a reason beyond Belle’s smile for pursuing her love, to do with his parents tragic death ten years ago. And Belle has her own motives for choosing a college over a hundred miles from her beloved father. Can their friends get them to fall in love?
Alternate summary: Modern AU where the curse is in the law, the Bimbettes have
characters, for some reason France has been replaced by Scotland, and everything is linked thematically.”
neither one prepared (https://archiveofourown.org/works/8144708) (1991/2017 author has both listed) (G)
“he’s so cute, she thinks to herself. it’s adorable to see him so eager to learn new things. she then goes back to her filing, heart warmed by her previous thoughts.
suddenly, though, everything is… different.
or, the one where the breaking of the spell is a bit more… casual.”(AU one-shot)
Title: Say that Again Summary: As Sakura’s pregnancy moves along, Sasuke tries to restrict her activities more—but Sakura is growing less and less patient every day. Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Everything ended perfectly–but I want more Uchiha babies. Prompt: Misguided from day twenty-eight of the SasuSakuMonth Prompts. Rating: T Words: 5.079 Warning(s): Feelings of worthlessness Author’s Note: One of the things I love about Sakura most are her insecurities—her “imperfections” make her so much more real to me. So, I thought I would explore one of her deepest fears and how I imagined it might reveal itself during her pregnancy with Sarada.
“What did you say, Sasuke-kun?” the words were sickly sweet dripping off her tongue and her famous false smile decorated her plush mouth, “I don’t think I heard you right.”
Through narrowed bottle-green eyes, Sakura observed the smallest quiver of Sasuke’s adam’s apple as he swallowed discretely. He knew she was angry. Good. Now, the smug bastard just needed to do some serious back-peddling and everything could return to normal.
If only life was that simple.
“I said you should stop working at the hospital,” Sasuke repeated, meeting her gaze squarely, “You’re in no shape to be healing.”
Sakura saw red.
“Excuse me?” she snarled, giving up any pretenses of pleasantness as she stalked in his direction, “Since when are you my doctor, Uchiha?” She poked his chest, and Sasuke flinched despite himself; it would definitely bruise. “You have no idea what type of shape I’m in or what I’m capable of!”
“I don’t have to be a medic to know that spending twelve hours on your feet is not healthy for any pregnant woman, Sakura!” Sasuke retaliated lowly.
“I’m not giving up the hospital!” Sakura shouted, planting her fists on the sides of her swollen stomach.
Although Sasuke wasn’t yelling, irritation was marked in the extreme control he was exerting over his breathing. “You’re hormonal and not thinking clearly,” he growled through clenched teeth, “We’ll have this conversation again when you’ve grown up and realized your being extremely selfish. Perhaps my talking to Tsunade will help you see reason.” With that threat, Sasuke stiffly turned away from her and stalked into their bedroom.
Did he really just threaten to tell on her?
“It’s my body! I know my limits!” Sakura screeched at Sasuke’s retreating back, “And it’s my hospital, so I’ll work there as long as I damn well please!!”
The door she slammed behind her could have sent cracks through the walls, but Sakura wasn’t sure. She never looked back to check.
Edward Elric knew he should have turned in the report two days ago.
Between visiting the Hughes and doing a few errands for Winry, he had
totally forgotten about it and left it in his hotel room when he went to
Headquarters. He hadn’t really cared that Mustang wasn’t happy with his
slip-up until he scolded him like a child, immediately teasing him with ‘your memory is as small as you.’ At that, Ed exploded in an anger tantrum until Hawkeye
She was a person Edward
didn’t want to discuss with. He admired her, and feared her. He didn’t
understand how a woman of her kind would hang around a man like Mustang,
even if they were commanding officer and subordinate.
“Edward, we need that report. Please bring it as soon as possible,” she had said.
that was it. She left such an awkward feeling in him that all he wanted
to do was go back to his hotel and get rid of the damn paper. But as
usual, he had come across something unexpected; a new clue on the
whereabouts of the Philosopher’s Stone. His brother was already
investigating on the matter, and they had gotten tickets to travel to
that mysterious place the following dawn. That meant he wouldn’t have
the time to take the report to the office before he left, and
that was why he now stood at the Colonel’s apartment door, knocking on the
The Flame Alchemist looked at him with surprise, having not anticipated the visit.
“Fullmetal! What are you doing here?”
The boy scratched his head. “Hey, Colonel. Al and I are leaving tomorrow towards the West, so I brought you the report.”
studied him for a moment and stared inside his apartment before looking
at Ed again. “Come in. I was about to shower, but if you’re leaving
then hold on, I want you to tell me about it.” He was only wearing a
pair of pale blue pajama pants; his feet and chest were bare and his
hair was disheveled, as if he had just gotten up.
“Alright,” Ed said, and entered Colonel Roy Mustang’s home for the first time.
the furniture pieces were of the exact same tone of wood. The walls
were empty except for a big, apparently interesting bookshelf, and the
living room had a huge, attention-getting black sofa that seemed very
comfortable. The coffee table that was before it, as well as the desk
that was under the window, had both a good amount of picture frames.
“Hey, you sure have a lot of pictures, Colonel.”
Roy grinned widely. “Yes. I’m very proud of my collection,” he said before going to the bathroom and leaving Ed alone.
young alchemist sat on the sofa and observed the pictures. There was
one of his entire team before the HQ building saluting at the camera;
another one with Roy and Hughes, an arm of each of them over the
shoulders of the other. A third picture with the Colonel surrounded by a
large older woman and many other girls about his age. The frame in the
center of the table showed what Ed supposed was Roy as a boy, probably
as old as Ed now was, and he stood happily besides a blonde little girl;
funny how she reminded Ed so much of Lieutenant Hawkeye.
walked up to the desk and lifted a picture frame in his hands. The
photograph showed three young men, Roy being one of them, all wearing
the same white clothing; probably taken during the academy. He extended
his arm to put the object back on its place, but something fell from it.
The blond teenager bent down to grab it; it was a picture of…
That had to be the weirdest thing he had seen from her. He’d almost thought she didn’t need
to sleep, which was obviously ridiculous. But how did the Colonel
manage to get a picture of the Lieutenant in such vulnerable state
without her consent? What a bastard!
Ed put the picture back where
it fell from: hidden behind the one he had lifted. He wondered if there
were any other concealed photos behind the ones that were publicly
visible. After checking that Mustang wouldn’t yet come out of the
shower, he smirked and took another picture frame. Indeed, behind the
innocent image of baby Elicia, there was the unauthorized, top secret,
revealing picture of… again, Hawkeye? She was cooking something, wearing
an apron; nothing out of the ordinary. He wondered why this picture
would be hidden as well; maybe he just liked it a lot but didn’t want
other women to get jealous over it. Although it was a simple picture,
He looked inside other frames; it seemed like most of them
actually had double content. Something wasn’t right, though. Every
single one of them, every single one, was a photograph of the
First Lieutenant. Reading a book; hugging her dog; drinking from a cup.
She had to be aware of the existence of these pictures; there was no
doubt about it. As he surreptitiously spied on Mustang’s collection, he
thought what would be the reason behind this madness.
Colonel obsessed with her? Was he so terribly infatuated with her that
it wasn’t enough to see her at work everyday, and needed to keep
ordinary pictures of the woman?
Could he possibly be in love with her?
snickered at the thought. How crazy was that?! And what would the
Lieutenant think about it? Of course she wouldn’t want to be with such a
loud and arrogant idiot. Anyway, curiosity had taken the worst of him,
and he continued his observations.
He lifted an eyebrow and neared
the paper to his face. Yes, she definitely knew of these pictures. The
next one he saw showed Colonel Mustang with an extended arm towards the
camera (holding it, Ed guessed), with a stupid grin on his face as
Lieutenant Hawkeye kissed his cheek.
Ed had no idea they were such
good friends. Close co-workers, sure. But this was beyond any
professional relationship. Suddenly he wanted to know all about them:
how they met, how they got so close, how they talked when they were
alone. He felt like a little girl wanting to know everything about her
favorite actors, he couldn’t believe himself.
He took another
picture. He was already so into it he just couldn’t stop. Mustang was
also in this one; he held Lieutenant Hawkeye on his back, piggyback-riding him. What the hell?!
had been taken right in this apartment, it seemed. All the photographs
were taken either here or just one other place; the Lieutenant’s,
He heard the faucets being turned off leaving him with
little time, so he took two more of them; the last ones, he told
himself. He froze. No. He no longer wanted to know about the Colonel and the Lieutenant.
He jumped with panic. That wasn’t even Mustang’s voice.
He turned around, slowly, scared, seriously fearing for his life. His mouth went dry. “Lieutenant Hawkeye?”
was lying casually against a wall, decently dressed but with tired eyes
and loose disheveled hair. Had she been here all along? “What are you
“Uh…” He pointed a finger to the coffee table. “I
brought the report,” he said, smiling nervously, hoping she
wouldn’t shoot him in the head when she found out.
“Oh, thank you. And what’s that in your hand?”
He flinched, and sweated, and wanted to run. “Well… uh, you’ll see…”
pursed her lips and walked up to him; he released the pictures and
braced himself for an attack that didn’t come. She simply stared at the
pictures, all of them, quietly and expressionless.
“I’m so sor-”
He gulped. “…Yes?”
“You saw nothing.”
He nodded. “Yes, ma'am.”
“You can go.”
wouldn’t argue with that. He left as fast as he could without even saying
goodbye. It seemed like Lieutenant Hawkeye hadn’t seen all the
photographs, after all. Definitely not the one where she was with her
back to the camera, wearing the same apron as before, a shirt and… only underwear below
it. And definitely neither the one where she was resting in the bathtub,
no apparent clothes on and covered only by foam.
Roy entered the
living room, fresh and clean. Ed was nowhere to be seen. Riza was up and
looking gorgeous. He was ready for round two.
Even when submerged in the deepest, most peaceful sleep, Uchiha Sakura’s nose knew when her husband was cooking. The delicate appendage twitched, half engulfed by a downy pillow, as the woman it was attached to slowly began to stir.
Mmmm, food, she thought sleepily as the tantalizing scent of sautéed vegetables permeated her consciousness. Usually, cooking breakfast was her thing—simply because she always got up earlier. Sasuke generally preferred to rest in bed for a bit longer, but the promise of food and her vacant spot on their mattress tended to drive him downstairs to the kitchen before he would normally wake up. Naruto joked that Sakura was turning him into a morning person, and although Sasuke scoffed, it was mostly true.
As long as it was Sakura—or her absence—that drove him to wakefulness, there was very little chance of anyone being harmed or any structures being destroyed. Naruto still ran that risk, however, but sometimes he liked to live dangerously.
The Uchiha matriarch stretched lazily, and in doing so she caught a glimpse of the combined engagement and wedding ring on her left ring finger. The center gem was a cushion cut diamond, and two small pear cut rubies decorated either side side, pointing outwards. Her engagement band wove around the edge of the precious stones, but the silver band was far from simple the the inlaid intricate designs that matched those on her wedding band. Even though their marriage had been almost a year ago, Sakura still felt a burst of happiness every time she saw it.
For the longest time, Sasuke’s return to the village had been so dubious. Although she only lost hope once, it had still been a painful journey, and the fact that Sasuke was finally back caused her to pinch herself several times a day.
Back and married to her. In all reality, she would have accepted whatever came as long as the poor manipulated boy that had been her teammate finally found happiness. When Sasuke declared that his happiness was intertwined with hers, dropped to his knee, and smoothly presented her gorgeous wedding band, she’d about had a heart attack,
He’d wanted to give her his mother’s wedding ring as according to traditon, but it had been lost in the destruction Pein wrought on Konoha. The cherry on top was when Sasuke actually had said–verbally, with words–that this might be the sign the Uchiha clan was finally getting a fresh start.
The memory only served to increase the smile adorning her face. That romantic sap. Sasuke may still like to pretend he was aloof and cool, but the dork was one of the biggest romantics she knew. She had been expecting a loving relationship that avoided public displays of affection and overly amorous gestures, but Sasuke seemed determined to pull out all the stops in their relationship. It probably stemmed from being so starved for love, affection, and family for so long.
And now we’re starting a family and finally beginning to restore the Uchiha clan, Sakura grinned, rubbing her currently flat stomach. It wouldn’t be long before her womb began to round with the life of the next generation of Uchihas, but Sakura didn’t mind the stretch marks that were soon to follow. She had already earned plenty of scars from well-fought battles; what was one more set of marks well-earned from bringing their child into this world?
Sakura’s stomach growled loudly, interrupting her musings and reminding her of the reason she woke up in the first place. Grinning—she didn’t think she would stop smiling any time soon—the kunoichi slithered out from under the sheets and into Sasuke’s discarded shirts laying on the floor. Predictably, it bore the Uchiha mark on the back, but then again, so did most of Sakura’s clothes, too. Swathed in the musky scent of her lover, Sakura padded downstairs to grab some of the breakfast Sasuke was preparing.
Arriving in the doorway of their kitchen, Sakura wasn’t sure which was more delicious: the sight in front of her or the mouthwatering aroma of melting cheese.