Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: A trick or treat treat for shadzane. (Request your own here!)
Fandom: Beauty and the Beast
Word Count: 748
Date Written: 3 October 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
It felt like she had been waiting for hours when her husband finally walked into the library. Belle had tried to occupy herself with one ghost story after another, but there was only so much of her attention even books could occupy when she was waiting for her own Prince Charming on the most magical night of the year. As she heard him walk into the library, Belle jumped up to her feet, spun around to face him, . . . and froze.
Slowly her big, brown eyes grew even bigger and rounder. Her gasp echoed in the stillness of the library. Her Prince stopped walking, freezing himself in fear as he saw her staring at him. “You . . . You said you missed the Beast,” he whispered, touching his face in self-awareness.
“I did. I do,” she said, almost babbling as she hurried over to him. She touched the same features where his own fingers had just been pressing. “But . . . Are you sure it will come off?” She tried to lift the beast’s jaw and gasped again when she realized it was not a mask.
To her surprise, her husband beamed down at her. He put his arms around her waist and drew her close to him. “It’s just makeup,” he whispered. When she looked doubtful, he licked a finger and scrubbed some of the brown paint off of his own cheek.
Belle gasped and touched his cheek. “So it will come off?” she questioned.
He grinned. A chill ran through her at his sharp fangs, but then, upon closer inspection, she realized that they only looked so big and sharp because of the strange, white caps they wore. “Yes,” he vowed. He lifted her gloved cheek from his hand and kissed its back. “I’m not going to do anything,” he promised her, “to mess up our happily ever after.” He kissed her before repeating his earlier query, “But I thought you said you missed the Beast?”
“I did. I do, kind of,” she admitted, “but I never want you to change. I want you to be the man you are, the man I love.”
“Are you quite certain?” he asked, giving her hand a little squeeze. “You didn’t look too happy when I walked in here.”
“It’s just . . . “ She shook her head. “Lumiere did a really amazing job! I was afraid, at first, that you’d been cursed again.”
“Well, if I had,” he said, grinning, “we know how to fix that, don’t we?”
“Oh yes!” she exclaimed, laughing. He drew her closer, and she kissed him again and again until she was able to gaze up at him with some of his dark lipstick shining on her own lips.
The Prince chuckled and wiped his lipstick off of his wife’s smiling mouth with hands covered with fur that felt softer than his ever had when he’d been the Beast. “So,” he asked, “shall we sojourn to the masquerade ball?”
To his surprise, she shook her head. Her smile took a sly turn as she gazed up at him. “I think,” she said, placing his paw on the small of her back, “I’d rather stay here.”
“I told you they would!” Lumiere whispered to Cogsworth. “You’ll have to pay up for that one, old man! Mastro,” he called, “if you please!”
The strands of their song started to play as Belle lead her husband out onto the dance floor. His hand on her back felt as massive and strong as it had before, but he was still the same gentle soul with whom she’d fallen in love. Man or beast, she’d always love him for who he was at heart. Still it was nice to let the years melt away on that one magical night as they swept together in a close waltz across the dance room floor.
As the song slowed, Belle sighed and nestled her head against his furry shoulder. Oh, yes, she thought, this was far better than going to any old Halloween masquerade hosted at another castle! “Again,” she whispered, and her husband quite eagerly glided her back into dancing. They’d have to make their excuses and apologies later, Belle knew, to Queen Cinderella, but she’d much rather spend her nights with just the magic that was between the man she loved and herself than do anything or dance anywhere else. This was the best of all magics, and she practically, and happily, glowed in it as they danced again and again long into the old, Samhain night.