Hey everyone,
This tale is the basic story of Beauty and the Beast with Laxus and Mirajane from Fairy Tail. IIf you are expecting singing and dancing, none of that is going to be in here. I'm also doing my own dialogue and storyline. I know that seems like a no-brainer, but a lot of au stories based off of Disney usually copies the exact dialogue. I'm not going to do any of that except for the most famous quotes.
I hope you all enjoy this story. I know miraxus isn't that popular (im shocked), but I just see this story working with them. I'm taking some artistic liberties with the story too.
1. The story takes place in a 1700s time period.
2. The ages of the characters are changed a little to match the storyline. Sorry, but I gotta do it. Laxus is gonna be younger or as old as some of the characters that he really isn't in the manga.
Chapter One
Prologue
Once upon a time, there was a young lord who ruled Magnolia, a part of the land known as Fiore. Fiore was a lush and prosperous land, full of flowers and rolling hills. Fiore was known as a peaceful land, never in conflict. It was known to be the fabled home of the fairies.
Outside the main city of Magnolia, passed the East Forest, stood the castle of the young lord, Laxus Dreyar. The castle was extravagant and made of pure white stone. Spires topped the castle, just adding to the luxury of the castle. It was surrounded by beautifully kept gardens and a shallow moat with a bridge leading to the path to the entrance.
It was the eve of the young lord's fifteenth birthday. He sat in the ballroom on his throne, looking unamused as ever. He watched as the small orchestra played their finest music. People danced to the music as the young lord watched on, scowling.
He knew that he was growing into a handsome young man by all the attention he received from the young ladies of the land he ruled. He was obsessed with power and beauty. He felt that it was his right to own it. He wore the finest clothing, in fact, he wore his most elegant coat and waistcoat for the occasion. He ordered the most beautiful people in the land to come for his birthday because he only surrounded himself with the most beautiful people.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" asked the elderly man to the right of the young lord.
He scowled deeper. His golden eyes narrowed as he watched the people dance and have a good time at his expense. "Do I look like I'm having fun, Grandfather?" he grumbled, his words sharp and hateful.
His grandfather's smile wavered slightly. He glanced at his blonde-haired grandson sadly. "What could I do to make it better?"
"To start, why are you here?" he growled. "And… this music is so boring. I hate it. The people are aggravating me. My gifts were a bore. Is it too much to ask for a day that goes why way?"
"We've followed every request," his grandfather told him.
The young lord seethed in his throne. "Obviously not well enough. Do you know who I am? I am the Lord of these lands."
"Laxus, you forget I was the Lord once."
The young lord slammed his fist on the armrest of his throne. "Do not call me that! It's 'my Lord' or 'Master.' You are my subject!" The young lord stood up abruptly and stormed on to the dance floor and marched up to the orchestra. "Enough!" he shouted, causing everyone to stop in their tracks in silence. "I'm bored with your playing. Can't you play something more lively?!"
The maestro trembled under the young lord's icy stare. "M-My Lord, I'm afraid we only rehearsed for this lineup. I thought you liked-"
"You were mistaken," he boomed. "What is your name, servant?"
"W-Warren?"
"Hm, Warren. After tonight, you may play your boring music outside of the castle."
Warren's eyes widened as Laxus turned around and walked away. "N-No! I ask for your forgiveness, my Lord!"
Laxus paused. "Then use the rest of the night to convince me otherwise."
The young lord sat back down and watched as the guests stared at him in shock. He grit his teeth and shouted, "Keep dancing!"
The people rushed the dance again, and Warren started the orchestra again. Laxus glanced out the window to see a storm pounding against the walls of the castle. He smirked knowing that he was warm and safe inside.
He sighed. "Is it too much to ask to be loved around here? Erza, Jellal, wouldn't you say this is the most boring party you've ever attended?" Laxus asked them.
Erza and Jellal were his guards. They used to serve in the royal guard, but due to their young age, Laxus was able to hire them for himself. The two glanced at each other and then at him.
"A true bore, my Lord," Erza appeased.
The guards were ordered the wear their full armor for the event by the young lord. It was not necessary and much too warm for the two who were sweating. It was cruel to make them keep the armor on. Laxus knew that, yet he chose to test their patience.
Laxus smirked. "I believe it is time for some entertainment." He looked around and found his Head Butler. "Gray," he shouted, getting the man's attention.
Gray walked over and knelt before Laxus. "Yes, my Lord."
"Where is that fool of a Head Waiter, Natsu? I would like to have some entertainment."
"My Lord, I don't believe that's appropriate at your fifteenth birthday. Wouldn't you rather dance with one of the beauties that you ordered here? I would have thought you'd be more interested in that," Gray explained to him.
Laxus scoffed. "These people are just a bunch of commoners. I wouldn't dare dirty my hands with them. They are here merely to look at and enjoy from afar. Enough with your insolence. Bring me, Natsu the Fool."
Gray glared at him as Laxus laughed. He got up and went to find Natsu.
"Laxus, it seems the morale around here is low," his grandfather told him. "Perhaps you shouldn't treat them so cruelly."
"You don't know a single thing. I'm not cruel! If people pleased me the way I asked them to, then it wouldn't be a problem."
He rested his head on his palm and chuckled. His grandfather looked at him sadly as the Head Waiter appeared before him.
"Sir, I'm surprised you asked for me," asked Natsu. "What can I do for you?"
"Make me laugh," Laxus ordered.
"Oh," Natsu said quietly. He started to do goofy motions with his body and then proceeded to do handstands. "How was that? That's all I can do in this uniform."
Laxus scowled at him. "That was terrible. Make me laugh."
"I'm sorry, I'm out of tricks."
He narrowed his eyes at the pink-haired waiter. "Why don't you do that thing you did at the last gala?" Laxus asked slowly, an evil smile forming on his face.
Natsu looked angry for a moment and then relaxed. Laxus wanted to see Natsu's famous temper rise up, but he got no entertainment. Natsu's jaw clenched. "Sir, I won't do that for you. It was humiliating and a complete mistake."
Laxus rose from his throne. "You won't do it for me?" he tested. "Not even on my birthday? That's a true same really." Laxus grabbed Natsu by the neck and shouted, "You are my servant! You will do what I say! I am your Master!"
The lights suddenly went out at the party. A chilling wind blew out the candlelight around the ballroom. Laxus paused and threw Natsu down. "Get me a light!"
Laxus's face was illuminated by a flash of lightning dangerously close to the castle. It was that light that created a large shadow on the floor. Laxus looked to the glass doors that led to the balcony. A hunched over figure stood at the door, knocking quietly with its pale, gray hand.
Natsu rushed back with a golden candelabra and handed it to Laxus. Laxus grabbed it and walked over to the door slowly, wondering how the figure had gotten to his balcony. Some of the guests started to cower or flee while the workers in the castle stayed.
Laxus opened the door and the figure looks up at him, soaked to the bone. Laxus as repulsed by the elderly man. The man had pale, leathery skin covered in warts and loose hairs. His hideous face was covered by a soaked black cloak to protect him from the rain. The mysterious man had a crooked nose and foggy eyes.
"What business do you have?" Laxus grumbled. "You are ruining my party."
"Please, I ask for shelter from the storm. I am sick and need refuge," the man told him, his voice raspy and deep.
The young lord's face twisted to disgust. "Leave my castle, you revolting creature. You are disrupting my birthday party," he explained while pointing his sword at the old man.
"I did not realize it was your birthday," the man added, not scared by the blade in his face. "Perhaps I can trade you a gift for shelter."
Laxus lowered his sword. "A gift?"
The man held out a single unbloomed red rose. Laxus tilted his head at the man and smacked the rose away. He started to howl in laughter. "A rose? I have finer roses in my garden! I am a Lord! I deserve more than some measly flower! Leave, you ugly creature!"
The old man paused. "Do not be deceived by appearances. True beauty is found within."
Laxus slammed the door on the old man's face and walked away. He was disgusted by the whole scene, but the beggar's words echoed in his head.
True beauty is found within.
The room grew colder and the rest of the guests escaped the room. The workers attempted to run away, but they were paralyzed. Erza and Jellal attempted to protect the young lord, but their bodies won't move.
Laxus turned to see a beautiful man with ink back hair dressed in black and gold. His red eyes were soft as we watched Laxus. A dark shadow formed around the man's body like a halo. Fear coursed through Laxus's veins.
"Zeref," Laxus gasped out. He fell to his knees before the sorcerer. "I apologize for not recognizing you. I beg for forgiveness," he cried out.
Zeref smiled. "There is no love in your heart," he told him, his voice soft and gentle. He reached out to touch Laxus's cheek. "What am I to do with such a monster?"
"I'm not a monster!"
"Is that so?" Zeref asked. "Only a monster would treat his own family like you do. Only a monster would abuse his servants as you do. Only a monster would turn away a sick man due to his appearance."
"Please, I didn't mean it!"
Zeref held the rejected rose in his other hand while raising Laxus's head. "Oh, but you did. You rely on your outward appearance, but what if you looked like what you are on the inside?"
Laxus's body started to burn. He cried out and rolled on the floor. The workers of the castle watched in horror as Laxus started to transform. His cries turned to roars as his body became larger. His grandfather turned away as Laxus became a hellacious beast that could only be seen in nightmares.
"Please, no!" his grandfather begged to Zeref. "It's my fault! I wasn't there for him when he needed me!"
Zeref turned. "Makarov… It's been some time. Unfortunately, you all are blameless, but a home of such a beast must be cursed. I curse this castle and everyone in it."
Everyone started to tremble as they transformed. Laxus watched as the closest people to him transformed and his prized castle turned into a dark and looming fortress. He bared his fangs and took his sword to attack to Zeref. Zeref stopped him and blasted him with a bolt of lightning. Laxus roared as he covered his right eye.
"Since fame and beauty are all that you care about, I will take it away from you," Zeref explained. "The people that you rule will forget about your existence." Zeref dropped the rose next to the shaking Laxus. "I have two gifts for your birthday. This magic mirror will be your window to the outside world. This rose will bloom until your twenty-fifth birthday. If you can learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time that the last petal falls, then the spell will be broken. If not, you are doomed to be the beast that you are for the rest of your life."
"It's impossible!" Laxus roared.
"Perhaps it is," Zeref told him. "Who could love a beast like you?"
Zeref disappeared, leaving Laxus to rush to the nearest mirror. He looked down at his claws and slashed a portrait of himself. He reached a mirror and looked at his hideous face, the face of a beast. He felt rage at the sight of the gruesome scar on his right eye. He took his paw and smashed the mirror and looked at his twisted reflection.
Who could love a beast like you?
Hello
So, tell me... what do you think? I think it's a crime that miraxus is not represented with good fanfiction. So, here I go!
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Peace (. .)