AN: From the animated 90s version

I recently came up with a list of my ten favorite Disney/Pixar movies and I'm going to try to write a fanfic for each of them 😊 This idea has been in my head for a while, in fact I wrote something similar for one of my first fics when I was about twelve. I really hope that you enjoy it. Also, historical inaccuracies are defeated by fairytale lands and I changed some details to fit my vision. I'm also going with the name Adam since that's the fan favorite. Anyway, really hope you enjoy.

Back to Beast

Chapter One: Protection

Adam. The name sounded so good when Belle whispered it aloud. She stood at the inventor's fair, Adam had told her that he encouraged her going and accompanying her father. He provided a good life for Maurice who had decided to live in the village. However, inventing was his passion and just because his son-in-law provided for him, it didn't mean he was going to give up on his ideas.

Over the six years that the two of them had been together, Belle had learned a lot about her once-beastly husband. He was only third in line for the throne but soon to become fourth or fifth as his eldest brother was to have twins, and he was the youngest of two other princes.

His family had returned one time after the enchantress had changed his life. They had quickly abandoned him, deepening his anger and resentment at the world. He had changed though, become dear, sweet, kind, he was her dream man and she hadn't been dreaming of being a princess, only of finding somebody whom she could connect with.

Adam had studied for the past six years on how to fairly lead those who were under his jurisdiction, the land that was once given to him by his parents and it consisted of six neighboring villages, including the one that she was in for the fair. He had struggled but in the end, and with her help and guidance, been able to absorb a lot of the knowledge.

They had one daughter who Adam had insisted be named Isabella to use a variation of Belle's own name. She was three years old and she adored her father as much as Belle did. He had improved so much and she was beyond proud to be his wife, his princess.

"All right," Maurice grinned, "Let's get this beauty set up," he gestured to a bail lifter that would be able to put hay in the back of a carriage for horses. It was supposed to help farms and he could control it with only a few presses of buttons once he got the hook on securely. It seemed one of his better inventions.

"Father," Belle grinned, "I think that this one is one of your successes. I wish that Adam was here to see it. He always supports your work," she said trying to help his confidence. She loved him even more than the day that he had transformed back into himself. He had grown and changed so much.

Maurice nodded, "He's certainly turned into quite a young man," he said, "nothing like that Gaston."

"Father," Belle protested, "If I never hear that name again in my life, I will feel all the better for it. Adam and Gaston are nothing alike. Gaston was a boor, someone so obsessed with his own image that he would have never had time for the dogs and boys he wanted. Adam spends time with me despite how busy he is. He's got his priorities in the right place and he often buys me new additions for my library though even I would never be able to read that many books."

"Well," Maurice nodded, "You have no idea how glad I am that you found somebody to love."

Belle nodded before seeing one of the judges coming over to them, "Here we go," she said as she placed a hand on Maurice's shoulder and they stood facing the judge. Belle had told them that she didn't want them to place bias on them. They were to be judged just like everyone else, that was what Adam would want as well.

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"Sire," Cogsworth smiled as he approached Adam who had just returned from his latest journey. "I must insist that you look over some paperwork before doing anything else. We need to finalize our plans for the next event as well as strengthen our diplomatic relationships."

Adam looked at him with a weak smile, "Give me a chance to catch my breath first," he said before Cogsworth sighed. Adam turned to him and placed his hands on his old friend's and advisors shoulders. "I promise you that it will be my second priority. However, I've been away from my daughter long enough and I insist on seeing her."

Cogsworth sighed, "Very well. I do have to admit that you have your priorities sorted, six years ago…"

"Six years ago, I was a very different person," Adam argued, "You might not have even referred to me as human. Now, I assume that she's left Maria and she's with Mrs. Potts," he said and Cogsworth nodded. "Very well, I'll meet with you after I've seen her. She should at least know that her father has arrived home."

"Well, yes…I have to agree with that," he said as he watched Adam leave. He had to admit his pride in the prince. He had definitely grown up into a caring father and husband as well as doing his best to help those in his care, his rule as it were. Cogsworth watched as Adam walked hastily to the kitchen and smiled as he saw his daughter sitting at the table.

"Sire," Mrs. Potts smiled as Adam walked over to his daughter, picking her up in his arms and holding him close. He opened his mouth to say something but Isabella spoke first.

"Daddy, I misted you," she said in a sweet voice and Adam kissed her forehead.

"I missed you too, my sweet princess," he smiled as he grinned down upon her and she pressed her face into his chest, enjoying his warmth. "I hope that she was not too much trouble," he asked the once-teapot.

"She's never any trouble. Been quite a help to me actually," Mrs. Potts grinned and Adam held her close.

"Is that right?" he asked her with a smile, "It sounds as if you were a great helper." Isabella looked at him, the love for her father showing in her eyes. "Since you were such a well-behaved girl, let's think of something fun that we can do this afternoon-"

There was a loud crash as the door swung open and Adam's eyes widened as he saw the man who, first of all he believed had died, and secondly had tried to kill him in order to win Belle's affections. He had no idea that the man would one day return.

"You won't be doing anything," Gaston said as he looked at him and Adam glared at him, trying to control the anger that seemed to be retuning to him. "You won't be able to do anything…at least with her. She looks just like her pathetic mother."

Adam held Isabella closer to him. "Despite your unexpected survival, my guards will soon be throwing you out of this castle. You have no right to step near these premises."

Gaston walked closer to him and Adam tried to hand Isabella over to Mrs. Potts but Gaston put a hand on her before he could do so. Adam grit his teeth. He only had rare occasions when he felt this…beastly. When he knew that Isabella was in the woman's arms, he turned towards the man and grabbed him by the throat.

"I don't like to use anger anymore but I'll make an exception for you," he said and Gaston pushed him away, his eyes turning dark and soon there was an ominous air in the room.

"You think that pure guts were the key to my survival. You, of all beings should know about the dark magic that exists within this world and I've had five long years of study," he said and Adam paused. What was he talking about? A moment later he heard Mrs. Potts gasp and saw that Isabella was no longer in her arms. He grabbed him by the throat again, throwing him onto the ground.

"Where is my daughter!?" he roared. He felt like an animal again but he would do anything in his power to protect his family and friends. "What have you done with her!?"

"I'd take a good look behind you," Gaston said as if challenging him, "If my memory serves me correctly, Belle always did enjoy a good book."

Adam turned around and saw that there was a book behind him, a collection of fairy tales. He froze as he saw an illustration of his daughter moving around, staring back at him with tears running down her face. Words appeared next to it. 'Daddy. Help. Daddy'

Adam's eyes widened as he ran a finger down the book and the little girl touched it. What had happened to her.

"Release her!" he snapped, "Release her or your death will be imminent."

Gaston shrugged before smiling coldly. "For six years I've been in hiding," he told him, "Now it's your turn. I'll release her on one condition," he said and Adam stared at him. He would give anything to protect his and Belle's daughter. This was his child!

"Your condition, state it now before you are on the recei-" Adam said and Gaston raised an eyebrow.

"You know what I want, you animal. Now, that curse may have been broken once before and you may be protected from it but I know that if you agree to it that it'll have an effect on you. It'll have an effect on your family as well," he said and Adam paled. He knew exactly what this vile, disgusting man was talking about.

"I'll agree to it if you restore her," he said with a bowed head as Cogsworth who had arrived at the kitchen heard him, his shocked face focusing on Gaston. "Please take her away from me," he said as he turned towards the head of house.

As he saw the illustration turn back into his daughter, he felt a sharp pain down his back and crashed onto the ground. Mrs. Potts immediately coming beside him. Her face turned into one of shock as she saw the black haired man disappear in a puff of smoke but her attention turned to the prince. Adam's body was growing again, that dark brown fur coating his body as he moaned in agony. The pain was worse than he remembered it having been.

"Sire," she said as she saw his head grow and a tail spring out his back. He had returned to his familiar appearance and she worried for him mentally. After some time, the curse had been completed and she looked at his monstrous form. He was "The Beast" despite them remaining human. "Adam," she said softly as she placed a hand on his back, her hand spreading into his fur. "Adam, are you hurt?" she asked showing her concern for him.

"Only my pride," he growled back. "Is it…worse than the last…the last time?"

"You look the same as you did," Mrs. Potts replied. However, this time there didn't appear to be a way out of the curse. He had done this for his daughter, sacrificed his own human life to save her from being only a picture in a book. "Are you sure that you're not hurt? Your organs, your chest, your lungs," she said and Adam looked to her.

"Thank you, for taking her away from me. I don't want her to see me like this," he said as he took a look at his paw.

"We're better equipped at taking care of you, now" Mrs. Potts said as she managed to shift his arm onto her shoulders. "Sit down, rest," she said to him and Adam looked at his reflection in a mirror that hung on the wall. He recognized the way he looked at he hated it. At least his daughter would be okay. He wanted to hide from the world. He reached out to pick up a spoon but his hand went over it clumsily.

"Here," Mrs. Potts said as she reached for a warm cloth. "It's okay," she said as he pulled back from her and she placed it on his cheek. "You're most likely in shock but as I said. We're okay. We're better equipped at taking care of you. Belle will be back soon."

"Belle," Adam said as he pulled away from the woman who had been like a mother to him during his childhood. "No, she can't…she can't see me like this…I don't want her to see me like this. The dungeon. I need to be taken to the dungeon."

"Adam, I don't think that's a good idea," Mrs. Potts said, using his true name in an attempt to be comforting to him, to show her concern and care for him, the way she loved him as if he were a son to her.

"Lock me up," he begged her and she gazed into those blue eyes. She knew that he was desperate but she was worried about him. His mind…if he was in the dungeon then how would his mind work, would he fall into insanity.

"The tower," she said and Adam looked at her, "I'll take you to the tower. It'll be better than…"

"Fine," he told her, "as long as I'm hidden," he reached out for the second mirror that the enchantress had given Belle. At least he could watch his family from there. "Take me to the east wing tower," he told her and despite the growing concern, Mrs. Potts nodded. At least it was better than him being completely locked up, caged as if he were some animal. He had returned to this state to protect his daughter, it was a noble and heroic thing to do.