#Beauty and the beast retelling

[intothewestwing]

beauty and the beast // au where belle’s love reversed the spell- but only before gaston stabs the prince

[sahmei]

Comic I made for a beauty and the beast retelling

[theboarsbride]

WIP Re-Intro - GHOSTS PLAGUE THESE HALLS

Title: Ghosts Plague These Halls

Comp: CRIMSON PEAK x Cocteau's LA BELLE ET LA BÊTE

Whitechapel, London 1894.

Sophie Wickes and her family struggle to survive in the underbelly that is London's East End. Melancholia eats away at her ailing father, her work as a flower seller brings no income, and her efforts to sell her hair in an act of desperation prove to be fruitless. After a series of strange encounters in London's streets, and the gift of a mysterious white rose from her pickpocket nephew, she is called upon by the reclusive Lord Edgar Cushing to tend to the gardens of his countryside estate of Rosenthorne Hall. Faced with destitution in a workhouse and the threat of her young nephew being sent to find industrial work, Sophie agrees to play the facade of gardener.

However, the estate, its gardens, and their master is nothing like what Sophie expected.

The house? Rotting, dilapidated, hideous.

The staff? Unfeeling, cold, strange.

The gardens? A graveyard of floral corpses guarded by an army of statues.

The master? A voice from the shadows that refuses to show himself.

With her heart tested by the thorns of anger and fear, Sophie tries to make herself of use in Rosenthorne Hall; something resembling friendship begins to blossom between her and her mysterious employer; she finally has a chance to rescue her family from the East End's grime, and perhaps allow old scars to, at last, heal. But with a lord who speaks kind words from the house's darkened corners whilst pleading to remain unseen, an unfriendly coachman, and the sudden emergence of eerie butterflies, loneliness becomes maddening.

The delirium only threatens to worsen once she starts to receive nightly visitations from a crooked-jawed ghost and moths that whisper of a bloody past, and a plea to rid Rosenthorne Hall of the misery, grief, and love that continue to plague its halls.

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Rough updated synopsis (i'm terrible at writing them hhhhsbhbshsbhbs sorry if it be sloppy-) and WIP intro for GHOSTS PLAGUE THESE HALLS! My Victorian gothic horror-romance ghost story baby... with yet another pathetic wet-cat-of-a-man love interest.🥰

[ibrithir-was-here]

I've done some art for awesome web versions of Beauty and the Beast I've read, but here's some Beauty's from Beauty and the Beast adaptations I physically have on my shelf.

From top left we have Honor "Beauty" Huston from Robin Mckinley's lovely first novel, 1978's "Beauty", her first adaption of the classic tale, which Disney 100% took inspiration from for their version with it's chatty castle staff and bookworm Beauty.

Top right is Beauty from Mckinley's second adaptation, 1997's "Rose Daughter" , a dreamlike and fantastical version featuring a Beauty who is a talented gardener and plagued by dreams of the Beast awaiting her since childhood.

Bottom right is Annabelle "Belle" from the 2008 novel 'Belle' by Cameron Dokey, part of the Once Upon a Time book series of fairytale adaptations. Similar to Mckinley's Honor this Beauty is the plainest of her three sisters, but has a talent for woodcarving which comes in useful once she's taken into the Beast's domain.

And finally we have Beauty from @megan-kearney 's "Megan Kearney's Beauty and the Beast" which was originally a webcomic that ran from 2012-2019 but can now be also purchased as a paperback 3 volume set and I'm happy to say I own all of them :) This Beauty is a kind hearted scholar who has a past more mysterious then even she realizes...

They're all excellent books and I would highly recommend them :)

[ennawrite]

Tamlain Collage

I never would have paired them together if it wasn’t for elaingate. Now it’s the only thing I can think about. Thanks a lot. 🙏

[graveglamour]

Thief of Roses - Re-Release

At long last, Thief of Roses will be back in print!

Pre-order your ebook now or buy it in paperback or hardcover on Oct 1!

[greyennui]

Chapter 16 of Anger is but Passion Borne of Love has been posted!

did somebody order a side of smut?

Chapters: 16/20 Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Bowser/Luigi (Nintendo), Mario/Princess Peach (Nintendo)

A Regency-period retelling of Beauty and the Beast, featuring Luigi and Human!Bowser.

[ofbeastsandbutterflies]

Opposites ❤️💚

[justletmereadmyfic]

Sandman/Beauty and the Beast AU, ACTIVATE! (ironically, this is not the one I am actively writing right now).

Dream as the beast, because really, who else is most likely to piss off an enchantress by being an asshole. But the other inhabitants of the castle are all turned into animals as well, rather than furniture (specifically, they're turned into birds — our supporting trio being, of course, Jessamy, Matthew, and Lucienne).

And for the role of Belle... Rose! (Wait, let me explain).

Jed is the one initially captured by Dream after getting lost in the woods and seeking refuge in the castle.

Dream's curse doesn't specify romantic love, and the raven trio think "Kids are adorable, and they love animals! And they haven't been taught by society to hate yet! We can definitely make this work!"

But Rose, absolutely frantic, finds him and exchanges herself for him, same as Belle does for her father in the Disney film.

So now they're stuck with Rose, which... uh... doesn't work nearly as well. But she's already suspicious AF, and probably would not react well if they ask her to let Jed stay, too.

Cue our Gaston... Hob! Yes, handsome, roguish, braggart, flirt, skilled with weaponry, it all checks out.

Hob is excited at the opportunity to go kill a beast and rescue a beautiful woman. The opportunity of a lifetime, and should ensure his name lives on forever!

Unfortunately, he discovers while the beast is definitely a beast in appearance, he's not at all in—okay, he's got a beastly personality too, but he's also very cultured! A thinking creature! Not an animal at all!

Anyway, Hob parks himself in the castle and says, we'll handle this as civilized men! I will not leave here until I secure the fair Lady Rose's freedom, no matter how long it takes! So, let's open negotiations!

And over the following weeks, Hob and Dream fall in love, breaking the curse.

[isabeauwolf]

Monsterhaul x Mary: She Wolf and the Beast AU

Prologue: Fairytales and curses

Once upon a time, a young lord took over leadership after his father's passing.

As the old man laid on his deathbed, he begged his only son to take a wife, raise a family in the hopes that with a loving and gentle wife, his overly proud sons heart would soften.

Kai Chisaki was headstrong and as stubborn as his father, looking his masked covered noise down on everyone, muttered how filthy and beneath them they were as he scoffed.

The King supposed it was his fault for being so hard on him, his heir. But the old man had another reason and hope for his son's change of heart, the family curse that befell their male line would soon strike after his death. If his bratty son could love another, earning their love in return by the time the enchantresses red rose last petal fell, the curse would be broken.

If not he would remain a beast until his dying day.

He told his three children the stories: the legend of an ancestor who fell under the same curse. A cruel, selfish and unkind man who was cursed by the same enchantress when he refused her offer of a single red rose as a token for seeking shelter from the bitter cold that one winters night.

The lessons within the stories - that beauty was found within, love and genuine kindness makes a man more brave and stronger, and that true love could break any spell.

🌹🌹🌹🐦‍⬛🌹🌹🌹

Kai listened to his father's words, but shrugged it off. He had heard this story hundreds of times since he was a boy. Yes, he loved his father, his mother and his youngest sister, but his other sister ran off and married some commoner. Abandoning their family. Kai was still bitter about the whole affair while their father merely gave the happy couple his blessings with a melancholy smile and Eri cried in her brothers arms for the lost of her only mother figure in her life.

A month later, their father's health slowly became weaker and frail.

After the second year, Kai took over in his father's stead.

Kai inwardly sighed as he watched this once tall, strong and wise ruler yet commanding man before him be turned into a shell of his former self. Clenching his jaw and his fists behind his back, with his father gone it would just be him and Eri in this castle, he would be forced to raise her alone.

First their mother had passed shortly after childbirth, his sister left and now his father was on death's door. Kai didn't have time for fairytales and ghost stories, all week he had been preparing for the worst when the doctor pulled him aside and informed him of his fathers body failing. He knew it was a matter of time, but hearing the news hit the young lord like a punch to the gut.

It's the middle of the night and Eri was already in bed. Kai didn't have the heart to wake his baby sister at this ungodly hour, he knew she wouldn't understand, would cry and fuss from being woken up, she wouldn't understand why her father was dying. I must be strong for her sake. Kai thought to himself. He had rushed immediately to his fathers bed chambers without another word from the doctor as he ordered for his trusted aids to wait outside his fathers room.

Damned paperwork could wait until morning. His father was more important.

Kai's heartbeat thudded hard in his chest, nervous butterflies and dread twisted in his stomach as he walked closer and closer towards his fathers room. It felt just like yesterday that him and his father waited outside the birthing chamber, listening to his mothers moans and wails of pain, screams as she pushed for hours until Eri was born.

And now, he was having to say goodbye again. He hated it.

Standing outside of the heavy door, his hand hovered, Kai took a deep and calming breath as he knocked on the cherry wooden, hand craved door and announced his presents. "Father, you wanted to see me?"

"Come in." His father's voice called from behind the door.

Kai obeyed, turning the handle and a sense of déjà vu hit him; instead of his mother laying there in the bed on the bring of death, this time, it was his father.

The old King's voice brought Kai out of his thoughts, "Kai, my son." His father reached out towards him with his big, pale and thin hand, voice frail, "Come closer." Even on the brink of death he still smiled, yet his furry brows furrowed with worry in his dark eyes. "I'm running out of time, I know it." He swallowed thickly, gasping and his breathing become more and more labored.

Keep his face impassive, he walked through the threshold and entered the room and towards the bed, Kai took his father's hand in his gloved palm, his sharp golden eyes softening. "What is it, father?" He asked, his voice gentle as he frowned underneath his duster mask. "You need to rest and save your strength." Scolding lightly as his heart ached within his chest.

His father chuckled, light and airy, a hint of a rasp. "Always hiding your worrying through scolding just like your mother."

"Let me give you something for the pain, at least." Kai insisted as his grip tightened on his father's hand but not enough to hurt him.

His father shook his head, "No, you must listen, Kai."

Kai licked his lips and nodded his head. Though, he had an idea what his father wanted to say. It was the story, the curse again. He bit back his groan of frustration and listened, he wanted to hear his fathers voice just a bit longer, if it was this ridiculous story, so be it. Kai was a man of logic, of reason, what harm could silly old ghost stories do to him?

"You must find a wife," he began, "someone who will love you no matter what form you take... as your ancestor had done... as I had done in my youth... our family curse."

Kai reached for a glass of cold water on the nightstand and offered it him, which he drank slowly and whispered his thanks as Kai put it back and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I suppose it is time to find a wife." He agreed, "Eri is still too young to be able to take care of herself." He shook his head, frown deepening, and added, "These things take time, father."

"Kai... the curse is true..." His father pressed, hardening his voice a pitch. For a moment, he sounded like his old self again. The man who governed over his people with kindness and was ruthless to his enemies, even if, he had never gone to war in his long rein, he held friends close and his enemies closer, and refused to spill innocent blood. One of the many old traditions in their house. "You must... be.. believe me..."

There was a pause, only the sound of his fathers ragged breathing as the pair of men stared at each other, dark black meeting gold.

"It's a story, a fairy tale... nothing more, father." Kai spoke calmly, his thin brows furrowed and twitched with irritation as he tapped at the scar on side of his forehead from when he was a boy, fighting with the neighboring King Enji Todoroki's eldest son, Touya and his cousin Tomura Shigaraki.

Both brats were wicked and twisted little shits, refusing to leave Kai alone while he was reading underneath the old oak tree when the pair insisted on him playing with them. It resulting in the trio bickering, fighting and each were injuries. Enji gave all three of them a heavy scolding while his father laughed and said, "boys will be boys, old friend." Kai had a cut on the side of his forehead, Tomura a cut on his on clapped lips and underneath his eye, and Touya had a broken jaw.

Last Kai heard of the duo, Enji forced his wife to have two more children and their was a huge fire in the family home, resulting in the eldest Todoroki's death. Good riddance.

Kai shook himself, he didn't have time to be thinking about that obnoxious, loud-mouth, cruel and sadistic bastard as he cleared his throat, awkwardly, this night was already overwhelming him and heartbreaking as it is. He didn't want his last words with his father to be a fight, he knew, he would regret it for the rest of his life. Closing his eyes and sighed, "Alright, alright. I'll humor you, father." Reopening his eyes as his brows furrowed once more. "Say I do fall under this curse.... how will I know that she's the one? What will happen to everyone else within the castle? Why isn't there any proof of the curses existence?"

Kai hated the unknown, anything that wasn't within his control or power frightened him. Anything he couldn't overhaul with his quirk would make him feel powerless, his free hand clenched at his side as well as his jaw.

A feminine voice answered for the King, "The staff and everyone within the castle will be cursed along with you, young lord."

Kai jumping and turning towards the intruder as his eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" His trained reflexes kicking in, getting into a battle stance, quickly beginning to remove one of his white gloves. "Speak woman."

The woman was dressed in a cloak made of silver as the moonlight, shinning as it matched her silver-white hair and violet eyes which held genuine sadness. Her voice was soft and light, otherworldly yet human, but the sight of her made the room grow colder and a chill went up Kai's spine as the hair on the back of his neck raised, warning signs going off.

"Enchant...ress..." his father answered, weakly.

Kai tilted his head, glancing at his father to the mysterious woman who magically appeared in the room. He knew all of the ancient and secret passages within the castle, he memorized the blueprints like the back of his hand, even the ones only his father knew. How did she get in here?

The woman ignored the young lord and meet the old Kings gaze, and bowing in respect. "We meet again, your grace. It's a shame that we meet on such a sorrowed filled moment, my apologies, old friend." Her violet orbs met gold, she smiled. "My how you've grown, young lord and are just as handsome as your father in this youth." Her tone brightened and her eyes widened, "Oh, you've even got your mothers eyes. How wonderful."

It had been a long time since anyone commented on Kai's eyes and comparing them to his mothers, he heard it dozens of times growing up. It made him falter and hesitant, then Kai shook himself once more, "I won't ask again. Who are you and why are you here, witch?"

The woman giggled, "Stubborn as your father I see. I am known as 'The Enchantress', young Lord Kai." Bowing in respect once more, smile widening, showing off her sharp and pearly white teeth and canines. Her smile dimmed, frowning, "Sorry that we must meet during this dark hour, but it's fate, I'm afraid my brave warrior."

"You haven't.... age.... a day... my dear.." His father replied, trying to sit up by himself, but couldn't. "Kai... welcome... our guest... for the.. night."

Kai turning, helping his father sit upright against his pillows and re-tucking him into bed gently, then turned his hard molten gaze back on the woman. "Enchantress?" Patience thinning as he asked in disbelief, "You come on my fathers deathbed and expect me to wish you welcome and stay?" He scoffed.

The Enchantress nodded her head, "Yes, in exchange, I will offer this single red rose as a gift as a token of my thanks." A brightly crimson colored, single rose held in between her fingertips, it looked freshly plucked from a garden, but they had no such colored roses on the castle grounds.

His mother loved roses, he'd never seen one this brightly color before. It seemed to glow against the beams of the moons light.

"Thank you..." The King smiled, a fondness in his eyes that he usually held for his family and closes friends. He gently pat, his sons arm, encouraging him. "Go on...Kai."

Kai stood, his muscles still tense and on high alert. His father knew this woman, this woman knew of him, his father and mother, but he didn't know her. She was an outsider. Why should he listen to her? Accept her offer? It's such a simple request. It's not as if they didn't have enough rooms to spare, he could house hundreds underneath his roof, if he wanted to.

Kai was as stubborn as he was proud. He was torn, on one hand, he wanted to obey his father, but his inner phobia for germs kicked in. He didn't know where this so called "Enchantress" came from, nor her gift. The unknown and withheld knowledge made his skin crawl, phantom itches made him shudder in disgust as his gloved hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, his nose scrunched underneath his mask. "That still doesn't answer my other questions," he bit out, narrowing his eyes down at the gift in her hand. "What of my subjects? They wouldn't like to be governed by a monster." He pointed out, raising a thin brow.

"Everyone outside of the castle will simple forget its existence until the spell is broken, my young Lord." The Enchantress replied as if it was a matter-of-fact, nodding.

Kai's eyes widened, he repeated, "Forgotten?" His surprise was short lived and replaced with anger and accusation. "What sort of magic and cruel trick are you playing at? How will my so called true love come me, if she doesn't even know where to find me?" He pointed out, gesturing around the room with his gloved hand.

"In time, she will come to you." Twirling with the rose in her hand. No matter how many times the flower swung in a circle, the petals didn't fall.

Kai scoffed and began pacing, his anger slipping through his tone as he ran his gloved hand through his short hair. "Let me get this straight." Counting on his fingers, "You curse me, my sister, my sickly father, everyone in my entire household for gods knows how long." Shoving his hands into the air and turning towards the woman headily, his brows drawn as he tried to piece everything together. This whole mess was overly complicated and ridiculous, "Expect me to fall in love with a stranger, a woman I've never met and for her to fall in love with me in this supposed accursed bestial form? I can't sit around and wait forever. I'm a busy man."

Clearly, he needed to make her see reason.

The Enchantress sighed, "I will give you one day, but no more." She walked past the young man and went towards his fathers bed, smiling sadly, glancing over her shoulder at Kai, "May the moon goddess unite you with your beloved soon, young lord. I will tell you more tomorrow as promised." Turned her head back to his father as she leaned down and kissing his fathers brow as tears welled up in her eyes. "Goodbye, go to your wife."

Kai's eyes widened as he rushed to his father's bedside, "Father." Tears welling in his eyes, his voice rough and cracking as he reached for his hand again, a tiny spark of hope in his gaze.

"Take care of Eri, Kai...." His father smiled as his eyes grew heavy, vision blurring as he seemed to look through his son instead of at him. "Yukiji...you've... come... for me..."

Kai closed his eyes as he brought his fathers hand to his forehead, his shoulders shaking. Mothers come to bring father to the other side? He knew he should be happy, and yet, the greedy part of him wanted his father to stay longer. He wasn't ready to become the new lord, he still needed his fathers guidance. "I love you, father..." he whisperer, lifting his head and placing the limb over his chest.

His father looked so peaceful as if he was merely sleeping.

Wiping the tears from his eyes as he ripped off his soiled mask and gloves, overhauling them and slipping on a new set of each. He stood and turned towards The Enchantress, golden eyes seething and cold. "You've got what you wanted," he hissed angrily, waving his hand, dismissing her. "Now get out of my sight."

The woman sighed, "As you wish, my lord." Turning on her heels without glancing over her shoulder, "I will return tomorrow." With the flick of her wrist the rose vanished from her hand and appeared between the old Kings hands. "Remember my words and your fathers wisdom, King Kai Chisaki."

The Enchantress disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.

Kai picked up the rose, such a fragile and beautiful flower usually filled him with comfort and fond memories, but now.... this gift gave him more heartache for a lifetime. Rage, frustration, sadness and grief swirled within him, its thorns twisted, prickling and festering to his very soul as he crushes it his palm, overhauling it as lose pelts fell and landed on the floor. "Curse be damned." He muttered darkly, watching as the thorns from the flowers stem cut into his hand as he bled, reactivating his quirk and healing himself.

Shaking his hand to rid himself of the gift, he walked outside where his most trusted aids Chronostasis and Mimic were waiting outside. He knew they had heard every word, but would never tell a soul without their lords permission. "Mimic, tell the doctor my father is dead. We will make funeral arrangements in the morning with the Undertaker."

"Yes, Boss." Mimic nodded disappearing into the walls and heading towards his destination.

"Chrono." Kai clenched his gloved fists and his jaw underneath his black duster mask. "Search the attic and bring me anything about our family curse and this Enchantress."

Chronostasis nodded and bowed in respect. "Yes Sir, Overhaul." He took his leave.

Kai felt his scar throb painfully as he slammed his hand into the wall, the wood cracking and breaking into splinters as his quirk activated and he roared in fury. Yes, he needed to be Overhaul the next time he faced the devilish witch, not the young lord Kai.

Overhaul, his secret alias while in the underground and black market.

Pulling out the red and gold birdlike mask he had crafted for himself from within his coat, he tore off his black duster mask, slipped it into his pocket and covered his face with the plague mask. He breathed in through the air filters, take deep breaths until his breathing had calmed.

He felt whole again.

Blinking Overhaul noticed the damage he had done, he frowned underneath the beaked mask and whispered, "Sorry father." He slowly spread his palm against the damaged wood and fixed it, feeling the familiar hives and itching along his skin. "I'll need another bath before bed." he murmured to himself as he walked towards his bedroom.

Even if his anger and temper had cooled, the castle felt colder and his foot steps heavier as it was just him and his little sister now.

Overhaul will find a wife, but it will be on his terms and not on hers, or some curse.

Freshly showered and dressed, he felt exhausted as these past few hours played in his head. He knew his father wouldn't gave approved of him lashing out and snapping at the witch, but who could blame him?

Slitting down on his bed and falling back into the mattress, he stared at the ceiling. Silk pajamas and matching sheets covered him, wrapping him and the only comfort he had at present. His fathers passing sinking in, his new title as the new King sinking in... He knew he needed to find a wife, but it would take time.

He needed someone who could run his castle while he was away on business both Kingly duties and his responsibilities in the underworld. Someone who would be able to look after Eri as if she was her own child, help raise her into a young lady, kind yet strict. He didn't care what his future bride looked like as long as she was decent to look at and could give him children. He shuddered at the though of bedding a stranger, ugh, he would have to bed her until his seed took root, then send her towards the queens chambers.

Love.

Kai loved his father. He loved his mother, Eri and his other sister at one point, but he didn't see why he needed to love his future wife. What was the point? He'd seen how brokenhearted and torn his father had been after his mothers passing. Why should be force himself to give into such heartache and pain when he could easily lock his heart away?

Crawling underneath the heavy duvet, his eyes immediately closed.

When he confronted the witch he could have answers.

Kai fell asleep, he didn't see a The Enchantress waiting outside his window watching and whispering to a raven perched on her hand.

"You can't fight fate, Kai." she giggled to herself as the raven took flight as she walked towards the balcony, glancing over her shoulder with a knowing grin, sharp canines gleaming and violets flickering to an icy blue. "If you are as stubborn and overly headstrong like your father was at your age, you will come to regret not accepting my offer the first time. Good night, my King." She jumped down and landed with grace, continued walked towards the forest. "You will beg for my forgiveness."

Another rose appeared beside a vase on the new Kings nightstand, beside the water pitcher, it glowed brightly as the magic within the flower pulsed, it's thorns sharpened and blackened, then dimmed; turning back into an ordinary looking rose.

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Okay, I made it a bit shorter than I originally had it XD

I'm sorry for tutoring our poor beloved birdman so much, but he will be happy in the end, don't worry! If you've read my other fanfic, do you recognize who The Enchantress is? ;)

I figured it would be best to kill off pops and shove Eri's mom out of the picture, but have Kai be the overprotective and sweet big brother to Eri. Stubborn birdman! Oh, but I still adore him.

Tell me your thoughts! I'd love to hear them! Let me know, if you want me to tag you in future fanfics, one or all of them!

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[freckles-and-books]

Surprising no one, I’m reading another Kingfisher next.

[intothewestwing]

lil sketch of my babies

[sahmei]

An acrylic painting I did for a painting final! I added a plastic flower I had on it!

[theboarsbride]

THE BONES WE HAUNT - WIP Intro.

Title: The Bones We Haunt.

Genre: Historical Fiction, Gothic horror, romance, novella.

Status: First Draft + development.

Synopsis:

November, 1905. 

While on holiday in Cambridge and attending museum lectures with her mother, Jane Sterling seeks to make this her chance to officially pursue her love of paleontology. While her family encourages the pursuit of passions and challenging rigid social norms, the institutes in place hinder her passion, making her resort to dressing brightly and speaking loudly for attention.

Jane's chance comes to reveal itself in the form of the wealthy and reclusive Sir Terence Hayes, who’s come in search for her father, the esteemed paleobotonist Dr. Samson Sterling, to appraise fossils found in his garden. Her mother eagerly volunteers Jane to go in Dr. Sterling’s place as he remains ill in America, and Terence brings her to his isolated family's estate in the vast, deep, muddy marshes of Wolf’s Run. And the land is shrouded in urban legends. There are whispers of 'The Wolf's Run Beast,' the 'Monster of the Marshes,' that haunts the land under the cover of night, and as Terence leaves Jane to her work he is hell-bent that she's to return to Cambridge before nightfall.

However, freak storms rage, causing the marshes' waters to rise and wash out the roads in flash floods before Jane has a chance to return, leaving her stranded at Wolf’s Run - and at the mercy of all that lurks there.

As night looms, the staff hastily depart, an eerie silence falls, Terence forbids her from even coming near the cellar, and, most importantly, he warns her against leaving her room before dawn. All is merely a strange act to Jane, brushing it off as the eccentricities of an Englishman, until something comes scratching at her door, hungering for her blood.

What started as a mere chance at becoming known swiftly becomes a tumultuous game of blood, teeth, survival, love, and salvation - and Jane must prepare to sharpen teeth of her own if she's to survive the horrors of the Wolf's Run marshes.

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surprise surprise, another WIP inspired by Jojo's need to turn every DILF she falls in love with into a love interest in a monster romance-adjacent book! 🥰 This one's victim??? Ciaran Hinds as a brooding but sweet capital 'r' Romantic were-beast/werewolf-ish creature. 😍 The vibes for this WIP are, like... 90s gothic period drama.... bluebeard meets 'mexican gothic' meets company of the wolves meets 'the death of jane lawrence'... and i've only known this WIP for 3 days and I'm already obsessed, help-

[ennawrite]

decided to write a tamlain beauty & the beast inspired fic out of spite.

Here’s the first chapter! :)

The young woman’s heart sped up with every quickened step of her feet on the lush forest floor. That dark entity was gaining on her, and soon, her mind would be a victim to it. 

She raced through the dense canopy of trees, thorns and sharp branches nipped at her upper body. Ruby red blood dripped down her face and arms, landing in pools on the greenery. 

She had heard stories—no, nightmarish tales— of the Spring forest, but she’d chalked it up to folklore and hearsay. But gods, was she so very wrong. 

The young woman was almost to the edge of the forest—almost to the empty, freeing expanse of a clearing—when a long, thick root caught the toe of her boot. 

With a loud snap from her ankle, she toppled over, shrieking loudly as that searing pain filled her whole being. 

She tried to stand, but the break would not allow it. Crawling would be her best bet, but as dark whispers from the mist echoed around her, she realized with a heavy heart that there was no fleeing. This was it. 

The woman tried to steady her heavy breathing, tried to silence her futile cries. She willed her mind to stand strong against this twisted perpetrator, to stand against whatever it had to throw at her. 

In a flash, nasty, horrible words and voices filled the woods, blocking out any other sound. There were so many, too many. The woman pressed her hands against her ears and screamed, but the voices followed her. They were inside of her. 

There was no escaping. 

She crawled into a fetal position as the mist haunted her mind with familiar voices. Her mother. Her grandmother. People from her village. 

No. Not them. Anything but them. 

“You are and will forever be nothing, Elain.” 

“No man will ever love a girl so broken.” 

“This is all your fault. You did this.”

“They’re gone because of you, Elain.” 

Elain shook and sobbed against the forest floor, the tears fell down her face in steady streams. The locket hanging from her neck felt like icy flames against her chest and she ripped it from herself, casting it into the shrubbery. 

Those awful voices slowly twisted into her own as the dark mist engulfed her wholly. 

Your fault. Your fault. Your fault. 

You did this. 

You killed them. 

You are nothing. 

Worthless. 

The thoughts were deafening, the grey air suffocating. She couldn’t take much more of it. She’d spent so many years pushing those feelings and thoughts down. Tried so hard to bury them. And now they were spilling out like lava.

Her body and head ached, but more importantly, her soul ached. Her heart had been broken for so many years, perhaps this was time for it to finally give out.

She found herself hoping this was it. That she would finally be rid of this life. She had lots of things to answer for in the next, but nothing could be as bad as this. 

Your fault, Elain. 

Stupid, broken girl.

You are better off dead. 

Just as she finally gave herself over completely to the monster that was her own conscience, a loud snarl sounded over the haunting echoes of her mind. 

You are wort—

A viscous growl cut off the voice, and then…

Nothing. 

[devilinlittlehope]

aesthetics for the new fanfic I’ve been dreaming up 🏰⚔️🌙🩸

I’ve been totally obsessed with resident evil and chris redfield in particular so I’m planning on writing the medieval fantasy/beauty and the beast/court of thorns and roses resident evil fic of my dreams! the reader is married to the evil king wesker but betrays him when she goes to castle redfield and falls for his rival! oh and chris is definitely a werewolf 🤭