Hello, my lovelies! It's been so long since I've written a Marth × Ike (if I've written one at all...), but I was super excited to do this.
Some things to note:
1. This is a boy × boy. Don't like? Don't read.
2. This is not a retelling of Beauty and the Beast. I am taking parts of it, but I am not retelling it. Thus meaning, all characters will not be incorporated into this story.
3. I will not be using songs (if that wasn't obvious). Parts may become lines of dialogue, but not a full song.
4. I will be basing this off of the 2017 adaptation with Emma Watson.
With that out of the way, here is your lovely cast of characters!
Belle- Marth
Beast- Ike
Lumière- Mist
Cogsworth- Soren
Mrs. Potts- Oscar
Chip- Rolf
Cadenza (the piano)- Boyd
Madame Garderobe- Titania
Maurice (Belle's dad)- Elice
Gaston- Jiol
LeFou- Oliver
Enchantress- Elincia
I own nothing but the story itself. All other rights go to Disney and their respective owners. Enjoy!
Long ago, there was a prince who had everything he could have wished for. He had a castle, servants at his beck and call, an amazing sister, and a father, though he wasn't the nicest. The king, Greil, raised his son to only respect the riches and the royalty. Peasants were peasants for a reason, and they should remain that way. The teaching soon followed to his sister, who only listened and accepted like her brother before.
But through all the disciplining, there was one place, or rather person, that the prince and princess could go to for a safe haven—the queen, Elena. The young prince often came to her for a feeling of safety, different from the safety he felt with his servant friends and his sister. The queen would often tell the young prince bedtime stories, or simply whisper sweet nothings into his ear whenever he was upset.
But…all happy things must come to an end.
The queen soon died one day of an illness that not even the best healer in the castle could catch before it was too late. The poor healer, of course, was punished, much to the prince's dislike. He tried to stop the king, only for him to find out his son's relationship with "mere servants". This, in turn, led to less time for the prince to see his friends and multiple things to keep the servants busy. A punishment also befell the prince, which led to more lesson, and the prince soon became cold-hearted like his father. He had forgotten how to laugh, how to show forgiveness, and how to love.
The castle soon became somber, the last ray of sunshine had finally died when the prince and princess were seventeen and fifteen. But the torment stopped as well. The king had finally died in his sleep, the reasons becoming unknown again. At this point, the fruit of the king's labors was finally showing. The prince who he had raised was now as cold-hearted as him and was ready to rule just as he had.
In an attempt to lighten the depressing mood of the castle, the princess, along with the youngest servant, had tried to cheer up the young prince by throwing a small party. The chef, as well as the young servant and princess, prepared his favorite food and drinks, the prince's right-hand man invited anyone who had some kind of relationship with the prince, and the rest of the servants took to decorating the ballroom for an unforgettable night.
After weeks of preparation, the night of the party had arrived. The prince's right-hand man was currently in the prince's room, trying to coax the prince into his clothes to come out. "Please, Sire…you must. Everyone's waiting for you, and your sister put so much-"
"Well, tell her it was a waste of time, Soren. I'm not going out."
"...Ike…Very well. If you refuse to dress, I'll dress you myself."
"Soren! What are you-"
"No complaints! I don't want to hurt you, but I'll do what I must." The sixteen-year-old mage servant sighed as he pulled out his Rexcalibur tome. "This will hurt less if you don't resist. I'll unthaw you when I'm done dressing you," the mage finished nonchalantly as he opened the book.
"Hold, Soren! You can't freeze me."
"If I must-"
"I'll dress myself! Geez!" That what the prince said, hoping for the servant to leave, but he never did. "...That means go, Soren."
The raven-haired male simply stared at the prince with his ruby red eyes before smoothing out his black robes and sitting in a nearby chair, opening the tome he was about to use on the prince. The seventeen-year-old prince sighed but continued to dress nonetheless. In between putting and taking off clothes, he noticed that the party must have been quite extravagant. He looked at his right-hand man and best friend and saw that he had dressed not in servant attire, but in his best black robe with emerald accents hanging from the collar and the tips of his sleeves and tips of his robes. Underneath he wore crisp white pants and brown boots. He even decided to wear his long black hair down, tying it off at the very end.
"You certainly dressed up."
"Your sister said 'best clothes. We have to make a good impression.'"
"Impression?"
"Yes…Now stop stalling and hurry up. We have…" He looked at the huge clock in Ike's room. "Exactly two minutes and twenty-six seconds."
"Alright, alright." Ike proceeded to dress in silence, sighing when he couldn't do something, then smiling at Soren. The aforementioned mage then smiled and nodded, allowing the prince to go to his full-length mirror to see what his sister had put him in.
He was dressed in his best blue tunic, with gold going down the center and trailing around the trim of his tail that went down to the back of his knees, which were clad in crisp white pants, like Soren. On his feet were a pair of stiff brown boots, and his back was adorned with a rust red cape that wrapped gently around his shoulders.
In his hand was his signature item that he was never seen without; a hunter green headband that he had received for his sixteenth birthday. He quickly tied it around his head before grabbing Soren by the hand, taking the teen by surprise as they hurried out to the ballroom.
"Attention everyone!" The mage had shouted, despite his calm and quiet demeanor. "May I present to you…His Majesty, Prince Ike…Arriving fashionably late." He muttered the last part to himself, but Ike heard him nonetheless, and slyly nudged him in the side. Followed by Soren, Ike walked down the stairs, the eyes of every maiden in the room on him. But his eyes remained fixated on the wall in front of him…empty and cold.
After what seemed like complete stillness, Ike had finally descended down the stairs, signaling the musicians to start playing again. When they did, everything returned back to normal, and Ike and Soren made their way to the princess. "There you are, Ike! What took you so long?"
"Yes, I'd like to know as well. We sent you ten minutes ago, Soren." A red-haired woman smirked, coming up behind the princess. Soren looked away with a look of slight disgusted and embarrassment.
"Pay it no mind Titania, Mist." In saying so, Ike twirled his sister, her pale yellow and pink dress twirling around with her. Mist laughed, and Ike smiled, which was uncommon for the prince to do in public.
"Why would you do all of this?" Ike suddenly asked, throwing off Soren, Mist, and Titania, Mist's right-hand women.
"Um…It was actually Rolf and me-"
"Rolf? Oscar's younger brother?" Mist nodded as Ike looked around, spotting the duo coming towards them.
"Am I need Your Highness?" The prince shook his head before dropping to a knee, his cape flowing gently behind him.
"No Rolf, and I've told you, you may call me Ike. No Your Majesty or Your Highness." He stood and looked at the table, prepared with the best of Ike's favorite foods. "Was this all-"
"Of course. What else would I do?"
"You never disappoint, Oscar." Rolf had said as the twenty-four-year-old male smiled.
"Where's Boyd?" Rolf gestured to the piano, where a young man around Ike's age, gracefully (with a few mishaps) played the piano. "As graceful as ever I see." Ike sighed before the two siblings waved, saying a quick goodbye, then walking off once again.
"Anyway, Mist…why would you go to all this trouble?"
"...You just looked upset and…I thought this would help." Mist's eyes went downward, and Ike fidgeted uncomfortably. He was moved, deeply in fact, but, he wasn't enjoying it. He had never like social gatherings, not since he's been sixteen. He knew that there was no formal reasoning behind this gathering, but it irked him all the same. I know that I don't have to find a wife but…I'm coming of age faster than I can think of.
"I'm sorry…I need to step outside for a moment." He turned his back and started to walk away, leaving Mist, Soren, and Titania in the midst of the crowded ballroom.
"Ike, please." The indigo-haired prince heard his best friend but chose not to acknowledge him. "Sire-"
"I don't want to hear 'Sire' from you."
"But Ike…At least tell me where you're going."
"...Outside."
"But it's raining-"
"And you think I care?!"
"...Okay, enough games. Something's wrong…Will you just tell me what it is?"
"...It's nothing-"
"It's your father, isn't it?"
"How did you-"
"I know you. But what's been-" The two's banter was interrupted by a knock at the door, which took them both by surprise. After exchanging a confused glance, Soren hesitantly opened the door, making sure the rain didn't hit the floor. Within that sliver, he saw a frail woman standing in the rain holding something under her cloak.
"Is Prince Ike here?"
"I'm he," Ike replied, standing behind Soren, though he was clearly seen beyond the shorter male.
"Can I seek refuge in your castle, Sire? I was caught in the rain and my horse got spooked."
"That seems quite elaborate, don't you say Ike?" Soren looked back before addressing the women again. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing out here? It's quite far from town."
"...I got lost."
"I see." Soren bit the nail on his thumb in thought. "What do you say, Ike?"
"I say it's just a bunch of baloney!"
"Please Sire-"
"Ike!" Soren grabbed his arm in a rather desperate manner, taking the prince by surprise. "Reconsider. She is one of your citizens."
"...Very well. But, it will come with a price. What do you have, peasant?" There was a hint of bite in the last word before he stood with his hands on his hips, clearly unamused.
"I have nothing with me-"
"Then begone!"
"Wait, please! I have but a red rose. I hope this will sat-"
"Begone, wretch." The woman sighed before pulling off her hood, a glow emitting from her once she did.
When the light had faded, a young woman with green hair and dark gold eyes had emerged from the light, as opposed to the old woman. This shocked both boys, and Ike soon ran out in the rain to grab the girl's hand before she could run off.
"Please! I apologize for my rudeness. I didn't mean to offend you. You may-"
"It is too late for any form of apology. And why do you chase me now Sir Ike? Because I'm beautiful?"
"No, it's not that…It's just-"
"You are cruel to every person that you meet if they are not beautiful or royalty-"
"Ike is a very nice person!" Soren protested, though he never stepped outside. The green-haired beauty froze for a moment, then nodded her head, shaking herself from Ike's grasp.
"Your arrogance will be your downfall and I will prove it to you now." Her hand slowly drew forward and Ike began to draw his sword, though nothing happened. He stood in silence before he heard a scream, and his heart dropped to his stomach.
"Soren!"
He was surrounded by white electricity, little white sparkles flowing around the electricity. "What are you doing to him?!" His cobalt gaze burned into the woman's, unaware of the fact that the same thing was happening to him. With a gasp and a grunt, the magic surrounded him, though he tried his hardest not to scream.
"I shall place a curse on you and your servants. Until you remember how to love, you all shall remain in this state." Ike finally screamed, trying to tell himself that it was all fake. He heard the sound of something hitting the stone walkway, and opened his eyes just enough to see what was in the glass container; a red rose, dancing in white sparkles.
"You have until this rose's final petal drops. When it does, if you have not completed your task, you and your servants," Ike glanced back at his best friend, who was lying unconscious on the ground. "Will remain like this for eternity."
With that, she was gone. Ike had finally hit the ground. But before he could react to what had happened, a pain shot through his body. He screamed again, clutching his chest in his hands. He stumbled back as he felt his clothes ripping and hair forming on his body. He felt his canine teeth shot out from his lip and horns shoot from his head.
He ran back inside, seeing that the ballroom was completely empty, from the storm outside most likely. He ran into his room and burst through the door, going to his full-length mirror and he growled at what he saw. Staring back at him was a hideous indigo beast instead of the human he should've seen. What is this?! What's going on?!
"Ike?" The prince turned at the sound of Soren's voice but didn't see the younger male.
"Soren?" Ike turned again, looking for his best friend.
"Ike, down here." The seventeen-year old's eyes went downcast and he gasped. What he heard as Soren's voice was coming from a clock. He placed his large, furry hand outwards and the clock Soren walked on before Ike placed him on the dresser.
"Ike…What have we done?"
"I don't…She couldn't have been serious-"
"Does this look like a joke, Ike?! I'm a clock and you're a…" Soren froze before he sighed and started pacing back and forth. Ike sighed as well.
There was a momentary, tense silence before Ike gasped. Soren stopped and looked at his best friend. "What's wro-"
"She said her servants and me. You don't think…" Ike growled, surprising him and Soren, but they were both too occupied to reminisce on it. "Mist! Mist!" Ike ran out of the room, leaving Soren on the dresser in disbelief.