Bonjour! I am TheMysticSkittle! This AU has been clawing at my brain for a while now, so I'm finally writing it! Beauty and the Beast Gajevy!
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diclaimer: I do not own any recognisable characters, story lines, or places... I just smashed them together until I got a story out of them
Once upon a time long ago, in the land of Fiore, there lived a handsome prince. His perfect features were the envy of the court, princesses would come from worlds away to court him. But those princesses would leave quickly, finding his heart as cold and hard as the iron he so loved to decorate with. His harsh honesty and cruel sense of humour could send even the toughest courtier packing. He ruled his country with his iron heart, residing in the lap of luxury as his people suffered. He turned a blind eye to the troubles of earth, not knowing what he could do about it. He was young and selfish, having never been taught otherwise, as the king had disappeared when he was very young. But all of this was about to change.
One night, as the young prince sparred with his servants, there came a knock at the door of the grand foryer. The butler escorted in, much to the princes disgust, an old hag. She was a medicine woman from a neighbouring district, Porlyusca. She begged for shelter from the devastating winter winds, saying that she had traveled many thousands of miles. She had apparently heard news of his kind heart, and had no doubt that such a gracious ruler would allow her at the very least one nights shelter from the frozen night. The prince could do nothing to hide his laughter. Him, a kind and gracious ruler? He ordered his servants to throw her from the castle. If she had traveled many thousand miles, she could travel many thousand more for all he cared.
As the servants made to grab the beggar woman however, her ancient facade melted scaled cloak stretched until it became skin, her teeth grew into fangs, her hands twisted into claws, a pair of pearly wings erupted from her shoulder blades. She grew in size until she filled the throne room. Prince Gajeel watched in horror as the twisted old hag became the dragon Grandine before his eyes. Grandine was notorious for traveling the world, punishing those of a cruel disposition.
"Young prince," her voice echoed around the room in a terrifying manner, "your heart is cold. Your people suffer, yet you pay them no mind. You know no love, except love of self. You have turned away one in need of help, have laughed when faced with despair. As punishment for your cruelty, you will live as a beast until you find one who can love you truly. Your Kingdom, and all who reside within it shall suffer your curse as well. You have until the dawn of the first day of your twenty fifth year. If you have not broken your curse by then. You will be cursed for all time." With that, the dragon disappeared with the howling of the wind.
Prince Gajeel howled, his bones twisting into those of a monster. The servants fell into chaos, scurrying about as the curse took hold. The castle itself changed, turning more sinister, more cruel.
As the years went on, the prince withdrew into his personal wing of the castle, rarely emerging except to snarl at the servants. The mirrors were all smashed, the time grew short. The people of Fiorre needed somebody, anybody to break the spell. But who?