I am definiteily not supposed to write another multi-chap story while I still have another on-going one. No. And yet, here I am. I don't know anymore. I just recently watched Disney's Beauty and the Beast(because I love that movie) and thought, "Wow, B&tB!SnK would be so cool." yeah, and so my hand sort of slipped and I ended up with this. There's supposed to be humor in it, too. I tried, at least.

I'm keeping this M rated, since there will surely be sexual content in the future chapters. For now, there are no warnings other than foul language. And yes, this story is all heavily based on the original movie.

But still, I hope you enjoy this little, uhm, crossover I guess?

More A/N's below.

Chapter 1.

Once upon a time in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a pretty rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a beast, and placed a powerful spell upon the castle, and all who lived there.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.

As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?

...

There, in a small little town surrounded by the beautiful green forests, people lived peacefully, happily.

As the sun rose and greeted the little village a good morning, windows flew open and doors swung wide, revealing the lively townsfolk going about their daily duties with grins on their faces, baskets full of vegetables at hand.

"What a little town," Levi, a young man with piercing eyes, sighed deeply, breathing in the morning air as he stepped out of his own house, carved wood and heavy stone ore. With a book in hand, he ventures down the small stone steps, letting his leather boots heavily press down the muddy grounds, maneuvering through cobbled paths toward said town.

Walking through the market every morning, as lively as it may be at all times, tired Levi out as everyday was the same routine, a routine he'd grown so familiar with since the day he came here to this small provincial town.

He walks by a few of his neighbors, not exactly trying to mask his own frown with a smile at all.

"Bonjour!" one of the townsfolk greets with a raise of his beret.

"Mornin'," Levi returned, not bothering to actually look at who had said it.

"Bonjour!" Another one called, and Levi repeated his greetings, already a little bit annoyed.

"Bonjour!"

"Yeah, yeah, good morning."

"Bonjo—"

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

What a weird town, indeed.

Finally passing by the market, he exhales loudly as the smell of fresh bread and rolls hits his nose along with the hint of vegetables and fruits. An old baker waves his hand toward Levi with a wide grin.

"Good morning, Levi! Where are you off to this early?" the old man asked, wiping his flour covered hands with a dirty towel.

Levi cringed at the view, tearing his eyes away. "The bookshop, returning a book."

"Another book? Why, haven't you read enough, dear son!" the man cackles, slapping his meaty knee in humor.

Levi ignores the comment with a roll of his eyes and leaves the laughing baker behind as he spotted the bookshop just up ahead. He wastes no time stepping in the little shop with a push of the heavy, wooden door. A bell atop the door rings lively as Levi lets himself in, glancing around in search for the owner who was, as usual, buried between a tall pile of dusty, old books at the corner of the shop.

"Pixis." Levi called monotonously.

"Levi!" Pixis, the bookshop owner, greeted excitedly, pushing away the pile of books to the side to step into view. He was a slender, bald old man, a bookshop keeper with a drinking problem and a very, very weird moustache. But Levi wasn't here to inertly judge the man's shaving or drinking habits.

"What can I do for you?" Pixis smiled, rubbing his hands together.

"Came to return this book. It was a shitty book." Levi said, extending his arm toward the other, handing the man the book he had borrowed. Pixis immediately grabbed the given book, pushing it back into one of his half-empty shelves.

"I see you liked it. Which part was the most exciting of all, hm?" after so many borrowed books, Pixis had already known which stories would interest Levi most than others.

"The action, most of all," Levi started, dark grey eyes peering through a few shelves in hopes to find another good read.

"But the romance in it was trash. Have you read it?"

Pixis chuckled, "Of course I did, otherwise I wouldn't have recommended it to you."

"The Captain was an asshole toward the Shifter." Levi immediately stated his distaste toward one of the main characters of his recent read.

"I guess it was pride," Pixis nodded, "But all went well in the end, did it not? He went back for the Shifter, didn't he?"

"All because the Shifter was a fucking brat." The bookstore owner laughed at Levi's comment, shaking his head as he strolled across the shop to his desk, pulling a drawer open to produce a silver flask, no doubt containing nothing but alcohol.

Levi notices the act and he rolls his eyes, fingers sliding down a hard cover of a book tucked neatly in the shelves.

"So early in the morning, and there's whiskey in your hands." Levi clicked his tongue, smoothing out his raven bangs over his forehead.

"I haven't had breakfast yet!" Pixis laughed, taking another long swig of his drink. "Alright. Will you be borrowing another book then?"

Levi simply nodded, still curiously eyeing around the bookshop, though nothing really struck an interest. Most books he either already read, weren't his kind of genre, or just boring.

"You haven't received anything new yet?" Levi asked.

"Not since yesterday, though most of them were romance novels." Pixis said, again drinking from the flask. "Ah but, I have one book that might interest you!"

The old man puts the half empty flask back down on his desk and scrambles toward the side of the shop, scanning through the hundreds of books tucked in the oak wooden shelves, hands searching thoroughly. Levi watched with a raised eyebrow.

"Ah! Found it!" Pixis grinned, tugging out a thin, brown colored book and handing it to the young man.

"Here, this is kind of a prequel of the story you just read. It focuses more on the backround story of the Captain himself." He said with a bit of pride, as if he were the author of the very book Levi was given.

Levi studies the book in his hand, trailing a finger over the gold tinted title on it.

"Why didn't you tell me this shit even existed? It could've saved me time searching for something else to fucking read." Levi muttered, flipping the book open to idly read its summary to properly understand what the book exactly offered as reading material.

"Sorry, sorry! I just kind of remembered it right now, is all." Pixis chuckled with a shake of his head, and he notices the glint that covered Levi's eyes.

"Would you like that book then, Levi?"

"Yes. Very."

"Then it's yours!"

Levi lifted his gaze to look at the old man, "You sure?"

Pixis laughed, loud and clear, as he approached the young man and patted him heavily on his shoulder. "Of course, my friend! I know how much you like books, it wouldn't hurt to spoil you every once in a while." He winked, causing Levi to cringe, "Alright now, shoo shoo. I still haven't properly opened up my shop and more books are coming in by the evening, I'd like to sort a few things out by then!"

With a roll of his eyes, Levi waved and thanked the old man Pixis before finally stepping out of the shop, taking his time to slowly get back to his house to, well, clean probably, like he always did on a daily basis.

While walking home, Levi had already flipped through the first pages of his new book, almost immediately growing fond of it as the story goes. He ignored the glances that made his way from townsfolk, the way they whispered into each other's ear.

Oh look, the young strange man; Levi, they call him. And his nose always stuck in a book! Is what most of the people would say, What a mystery, this man.

Levi, as always, ignored those comments. He's heard them all before, and if he didn't care back then, he didn't care right now either.

He was about to flip to a new page, but he was cut off by bumping into someone else, much to his annoyance.

"Oi, watch where you're going, dumbass." Levi growled, book almost slipping through his fingers. He looked up and—fuck, he wished he had not.

"Good morning, Levi." It was Reiner. Yeah, that asshole, with a broad chest and perfectly slicked back blond hair. Sharp eyes and thick shoulders. Pretty little face for an idiot, if you'd ask Levi.

"Ugh, Reiner. You look like you're about to shit in your pants."

"Charming, as always." Reiner smirked, and when Levi side stepped to walk around him, Reiner was quick enough to side step as well, keeping himself in front of Levi.

"What are you doing? Reading again?" Reiner asked with a raised eyebrow, snatching Levi's book and eyeing it with disgust.

Levi growled, "None of your fucking business. Now give back my book before I introduce your face with the sole of my shoe, antler loving fuck." But Reiner laughs loudly, stinging Levi's ears.

The blond waves an indifferent hand at the shorter man, still studying the book with curiosity.

"How can you read these?" Reiner started, "They don't even have pictures! I must say, Levi, you have to get your head out of the books and focus on more important things.. Like me."

Levi scowled, watching as Reiner aimlessly waved the book around, fearing he might accidentally rip a few of its pages out. He could never understand this retarded, good for nothing idiot. Sure, he's the most 'handsome'(Levi would rather puke than to say that aloud) man in town, but he knew nothing more than to run around, showing off his muscles to cheap whores.

Not to mention his cheesy way of confessing his 'love'(Ugh, Levi actually feels like puking now) to Levi a few months ago by sending roses to him with stupid letters tied around them. Out of all the people in the whole town, Reiner decided to mess with Levi—the worst person he could've ever chosen to mess with, honestly.

And so, while Reiner was making an ass of himself by continually waving the book around, something in Levi snaps. And suddenly, he was nothing but a blur.

It lasted for a second, and Reiner hadn't seen it coming, that wild punch on the side of his face that may or may not have made him spit a tooth out. The book fell from his hands, but before it touched the ground, Levi had already snatched it back in mid air.

Casually, he wipes his fist, the one he used to punch, against Reiner's stupid looking red shirt, and not even a minute later, Levi walked away from the scene, leaving a dazed and confused Reiner on the ground behind him.

"Reiner, oh my God, are you okay?" Levi heard, though he didn't bother turning around. He knew it was Bertolt, Reiner's tall ass companion.

Serves him right, was all Levi could think, once again flipping through the pages of his book, ignoring the worried looks he got from the townsfolk around him.

X

Back at home, Levi releases a relieved sigh as he stepped in.

"I'm hom—" he was about to say, but a small, though messy, explosion coming from down the living room disrupts him. Levi growls, and hurriedly walks toward the commotion.

When he entered the living room he was greeted by a mess of tools scattered about the floor, dust and smoke dirtying the air and a weird looking contraption standing in the middle of the room.

"Hanji—What. The. Fuck." Levi said, voice alarmingly low. He watched as his oh so dear friend emerge from under the machine in the middle of the room that wasn't there this morning.

Hanji grinned, tool in hand and dirty cheeks, "Ah, Levi. You're back!"

"Don't 'Ah, Levi', me. What the fuck is that thing?" he pointed at Hanji's machine, and the woman laughs as she stands up straight to admire her work.

"Why, it's a wood cutter!" she exclaimed as if it were obvious, and she pointed at the axe erected at the center of the machine.

"Why did I even ask. I don't care about the Hell this thing is, but why is it in my living room?"

"Basement's too small! And you won't let me use our garden's space because of your precious flowers."

Levi was already trembling with rage, and his hand curls into a tight fist at his side. Why must he be surrounded by idiots? Indeed, Hanji is his childhood friend, and they've been through a lot together, but sometimes she just gets on his damn nerves. He sometimes can't believe he let Hanji live with him in this damn provincial town.

"Damn it, Hanji! I told you to never get your shit all over my furniture!" Levi snapped, stomping through the room, resting his book on his coffee table and immediately tidying up the place, starting by collecting Hanji's tools laid around the floor.

"But I couldn't help myself! The fair's tomorrow, and I have little time to waste! I'm desperate, Levi!"

"Fuck off, four eyes. You and your little useless invention." Levi growled, neatly placing Hanji's tools back into her toolbag. He exited the room only to come back with a broom.

"Don't tell me you're going to clean now." Hanji complained, hands idly adjusting a few cogs in her machine.

"Yes, I am. Now get that hideous thing out of my living room so I can clean in peace."

Hanji hung her head low in defeat, mood sinking as she nodded at Levi sadly. "Fine."

She was about to carry her toolbag out of the room, but Levi stops her by curling a reassuring hand around her wrist. Annoying or not, Hanji was still Levi's friend, he couldn't see her like that.

"Oi. You'll do well tomorrow at the fair. So stop sulking already, you shit."

Hanji brightens up immediately, almost turning around to hug her friend, but Levi refused since her clothes were dirty. At least she was happy again.

X

Later the same day, Levi was standing outside his door, greeting Hanji and her weird ass contraption goodbye. She was about to leave for the fair, though Levi's hopes still weren't as high. However, her wood cutting machine's one of the most smartest ideas she came up with by far.

He remembered the cheese grater she created a few months ago. Not a lot of good memories with that one, Levi recalled.

"Goodbye, Hanji. And good luck." Levi said with a light nod, watching as Hanji hopped on her horse(Bean, its name was. Levi always thought it was a weird name for a horse), bouncing on its back comfortably. The wood cutter was secured in a cart carried by the horse.

"Goodbye, Levi! Take care while I'm gone, okay?" Hanji laughed, and Levi rolled his eyes. There would finally be peace and quiet while Hanji was away—of course Levi would take care.

X

Deep in the darkest hour of the night, Hanji speaks to herself as she ventures forward through the thick forest trees and bushes, her horse underneath her feeling tense with every step.

"Hmm, we should be there by now. Maybe we missed a turn?" She asked aloud, glancing around through the thick fog that picked up out of nowhere. She lifts her lantern high up as she spotted two tall, old wooden signs by her left, and she halts her horse to get a better look.

Anaheim, says one while the other read, Valencia. This peeks her interest and she looks forth to where the path splits into two. She frowned, not remembering this path at all. She's never traveled at the fair in the middle of the night, and maybe she truly missed a turn a few hours ago.

But, Hanji being Hanji, she wasn't about to admit that she was lost just yet as she stubbornly tugged on the reins, encouraging her horse to start walking once more, taking the route to the right, inertly claiming that this might be a shortcut toward her wanted location.

Oh, how wrong she was.

As they continue to travel through the dark, the temperature dropped as snow met their way and Hanji's horse grew more worried by the second, flinching at every clicking sound its poor ears captures. Hanji tries to calm the animal down, though as a swarm of bats suddenly erupt from a hollow tree, the horse panics completely, scaring Hanji as it messily ran deeper through the forest blindly.

"Woah, woah! Easy!" Hanji yelled, tugging on the reins but to no avail. Before they both knew it, Hanji's horse almost runs over the edge of a cliff, and if Hanji hadn't see it early enough, they'd be falling to their deaths. She forcefully tugs the reins.

"Holy shit!" Hanji yelped, mimicking her horse's panic as the animal finally gave a last harsh buck, sending Hanji flying to the snowy, white ground.

"Bean, what are you doing!" Hanji cried, her glasses fogging as icy breaths escaped her parted lips. Bean, out of panic, scrambled from side to side before breaking into a run, leaving his owner behind at the cliff, the wood cutting machine on the cart bouncing uncontrollably with every gallop.

"Bean, come back!" but her calls were useless, her body too tired to run after her horse.

Her desperate calls did nothing to bring her horse back, and her situation grows darker when the cry of her voice attracts the worst she could imagine; Wolves.

Big bad wolves, a whole pack with ugly, sharp fangs and dangerous golden eyes, emerging from dark bushes, tall dead trees and angry falling snow. With a loud gulp, Hanji knew she was fucked.

Behind her thick glasses, her eyes trembled and her body shook as she searched for any means of escape, and Hanji gasps loudly when she spotted an available route for her to run for.

And run she did, gathering whatever strength that was left in her two shaking legs and breaking into a run she's never done before in her life, as energetic as she always was throughout her young years. She ran and ran, the wolves still coming after her with broken howls and growling barks. She dared to look back, only for a split second, and wished she had not—

For the second later, Hanji trips over a stray rock. A yelp is all Hanji makes as she found herself tumbling down a small hill. Snow made its way into her mouth, her nose, her clothes and boots. She cried out in pain as her back hit solid ground after a good roll, and her hands shook terribly when she tried to straighten herself up.

The wolves still followed behind, she had to run. The winds grew wilder and the snow more terrifying, Hanji noticed, as she lifts a weak arm to cover her face from the weather.

But before she did, then is where she saw it; Tall, black gates, guarding an odd looking castle with a high tower erected at its side. Her eyes widen in shock, but she had no time to waste, and she kicked her feet up for what she hoped was her last run for the day, for she had no energy left.

"Hello! Is someone there! Please help!" Hanji cried, but her voice is muffled from the winds, and her hands shake the heavy bars of the gates in desperation. The gates groaned open suddenly, shocking Hanji and causing her to fall forth and through the open gates.

The wolves were still there however, still angry and hungry, and Hanji screams, kicking the gates shut with a shaking foot.

"Stay away, monsters!" she demanded, but all seven wolves bark in unison, scaring Hanji in the process. She couldn't stay out in the cold, not with these wolves! She had to find shelter in the castle, and so she scrambled to her feet, turned on her heels and ran toward the direction of the castle, crossing the cobbled bridge hanging over a mysterious, deep ravine.

Through her panic, Hanji didn't notice how her glasses had fallen from her face, right by the entrance of the two giant gates.

X

"There's someone outside!" Armin hissed with an excited smile, poking a candlestick at his clock of a friend, almost burning the side of Jean's face.

"Shit, don't poke me!" Jean groaned, and he was about to scold the candle with a tiny wooden hand but a wild string of loud banging disrupts whatever Jean was about to say. Someone was banging on their doors.

From above a sleeping table, Armin's and Jean's bickering halted immediately, focusing their attention at the two, tall doors. Doors that were opened by a young woman with a fluffy ponytail.

"H-Hello?.. Hello?" called the woman as she ventured forward, the doors behind her closing with a click.

"Poor woman must've lost her way in the woods," Armin whispered closely, and Jean lightly smacked one of Armin's candlesticks.

"Shh! She might hear!"

"Who's there?!" Hanji yelped, hoping she might had imagined things as she twisted around, staring blankly at a table that held a glowing candelabra and a clock. She snatched the candle, and Armin almost flinched at the sudden act.

"Armin, noo..!" Jean was too scared to yell from where he sat motionless, he couldn't do a thing as he watched his friend being taken by this titan of a woman. He just stood there, a trembling clock, eyeing as the woman waved Armin around like he was nothing.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. But I lost my horse, and I need a place to stay for the night. Please, help me!" Hanji cried, her eyes squinting in the dark to see, and it was worse without her glasses.

Armin couldn't help it; He giggled. "Of course, miss, you are welcome here." He said, waving his fiery candlesticks to the side.

"Who said that?!" Hanji panicked, tightly clutching onto the candelabra, waving it around to get a better look at whoever spoke to her. How was she suppose to know about the object in her hands?

"Ouch, ouch!" Armin hissed, "Miss, please, you are hurting the butler."

And then Hanji finally realized as her gaze scanned upon the candle in her hands. It had eyes, it had a fucking nose and a mouth. And it was talking.

"Holy shit!" Hanji screamed, instinctively throwing the candle down on the floor, but Armin casually hopped back on to his feet, or well, on his little candle base.

Shaking off the dust, Armin giggled again, and Jean jumped off the table to tend to his friend.

"Oh, my God, Armin, you okay?!" Jean asked worriedly, wooden hands groping Armin's candlesticks to check for any damage on his golden arms.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Armin smiled, and with a clear of his throat, he faces the tall woman in front of them, who was busy pointing at them with a dropped jaw and wide, shocked eyes.

"Hello, hello! Welcome to our castle!"

"Armin, you can't just welcome a stranger in the castle! You don't know what they migh—woah, woah!" Jean didn't have the time to scold his friend as Hanji picked him up with both her hands, groping his wooden feet and running her fingers along his glass belly that secured the pendulum inside.

"Wow! How is this accomplished!" Hanji wondered, eyes sparkling in scientific interest.

"Ouch, woman! What the Hell do you think you're doing!" Jean scowled, trying to push her big fingers away from his clock with his hands. "This is sexual harassment!"

Armin laughs.

"This is incredible! I've never seen anything like this in my life!" Hanji beamed, still toying with a few cogs at Jean's back.

"Don't remove those, I won't be able to walk later, damn woman!" Jean struggled like a fish out of water, and Hanji's chuckle echoes throughout the empty castle halls. She finally lets the little clock go, and Jean scrambles behind Armin, who was confident enough to speak once more.

"Oh, miss! You are soaked to the bone! Please come, warm yourself by the fire!" Armin smiled, happily showing Hanji the way into the castle, toward a big room with a warm fireplace by the end, and a neat, soft armchair. If Jean could, his face would've lose all its color in sheer terror.

"No, no, no, no, no!" He hissed at Armin by the door of the wide living room, "Do you know what would happen to us if the Master finds out about this?! Do you have a death wish, Armin! Kick this woman out at once!"

But Armin had already taken the woman to the armchair, their Master's chair, and she sat down without a second thought, smiling down at the crackling fire.

"No, no, not the Master's chair! Armin, you're crazy!" Jean was on the verge of tears, but Armin had waved a dismissive candlestick at him.

And as if things couldn't get anymore worse than this, Jean watches as their pet footstool, Cookie, rushes into the living room out of nowhere to tend to their unwanted guest.

"Cookie, no! Bad footstool, bad!" Jean pointed an angry finger at the footstool who lifted Hanji's feet up, and the woman laughs at the kind gesture.

"Good boy!" Hanji grinned, patting the footstool at its side.

"Fuck, this is not going well!" Jean panicked.

"Oh, calm down, Mr. Clock." Armin rolled his eyes, "She's no threat, she's our guest! You shouldn't be rude!" and with that, the candle looks up at Hanji, "My apologies, miss, you can stay for the night."

"Oh, why thank you little talking candle!" and as Hanji shifts into the armchair, she released a calm sigh, almost missing the silver teacart that rushed into the room and parked by her side.

"Miss, would you like some tea?" A teapot, a fucking teapot, asked Hanji. It was a round, pearly little teapot with captivating dark eyes and a velvet red ribbon was tied around the handle. And she had little tea set minions standing beside her.

"Oh, sure." Hanji nodded, watching as the objects made her tea buy moving atop the teacart.

"Connie, stop moving. I'm pouring tea, can't you see?" The teapot scolded the jumpy teacup beside her as she poured some tea into the cup.

"Mikasa, it tickles." Connie the teacup whined.

Hanji couldn't help but laugh again. Such brilliant inventions! she thought.

Scrambling towards Armin, Jean tugs him close, still angrily pointing at Mikasa and Connie atop the teacart.

"No, no! No tea!" he scolded, but he was too late as he watched Connie hop onto Hanji's inviting hand. She takes a sip, listening to Connie's giggles.

"Dude, that tickles!" grinned Connie into the young lady's hand, and Mikasa smiles.

"Is the tea okay, miss? Perhaps you would like more sugar?"

"Oh, no! It's wonderful!" Hanji beamed, warmed up by both the fire and their service.

But as she was about to take another long sip, the door of the living room slams wide open, scarring the pristine wall behind it as a strong gust of wind dances through the room, extinguishing the fireplace as well as Armin's flames. Armin shivers in realization, and Jean hides behind his friend. Connie hops out from Hanji's trembling hands in a rush, standing beside Mikasa, who seemed rather unfazed with the situation.

"Uh oh," said little Connie, looking up at Mikasa who stared blankly at the dangerous figure standing by the door. It was none other than their Master, the Beast of this castle.

His long messy brown hair mostly covered his two dark horns sticking out on the front of his skull, and his ears were stretched long, twitching sensitively at every tiny sound. His forest green eyes glow in the dark and they narrow in quiet rage, and he crouches low onto the floor in defense, letting his sharp claws scrape lightly over the marbled floor.

Said Beast bares his sharp teeth as he glanced around, venturing through the now dark room on all fours, his fluffy tail swishing from side to side.

"There's a stranger here, I can smell them." His voice echoes poisonously, and Hanji stiffens on the chair, cold sweat running down her forehead as she dares not to look behind.

With gathered courage, Armin speaks up, "Master Eren, please let me explain! The young lady was lost in the woods, and she was cold and wet an—!"

The Beast lets out an angry growl, drowning out Armin's attempts of explaining, as he stood tall on his two strong legs and stepped into Hanji's view in a flash.

"Master please, don't—!" Jean tried as well, but their Master ignored their pleas.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Eren the Beast howls at Hanji, " And what are you doing here?!" but Hanji was too stiff to answer immediately, and her fingers ball over the fabric of the armchair she clutched on a tad bit too tightly.

"I—I, uhm!" she started, "I was lost in the woods, and I—"

"You are not welcome here!" the Beast interrupted, pointing with a sharp claw of his finger.

Hanji yelped, flinching when the Beast moves forward, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she tried, eyes wide and focused on the Beast's face that scowled right back at her.

"What are you staring at?" Eren growled once more, trapping the poor young woman in his own chair by clawing at both its armrests, and he dips his face lower for the other to get a better look. His monstrous behavior erased all traces of Humanity in him, despite him still keeping a few humanistic features, like his body, or his face.

There was nothing human about him anymore. Not Eren, not this beast.

"So, you've come to stare at the beast, have you?!"

"Please, I meant no harm!" Hanji cried, and the castle's servants gasp in shock.

"Master Eren, please!" Armin begged, feeling Jean's trembling hand wrap around his candlestick. They all feared the Master might have the intentions of killing the poor woman.

"Master, stop!" Mikasa bit, but not harshly, and the little teacup, Connie, could do nothing but tremble behind the teapot.

"I—I was just looking for a place to stay, and—gah!" cried Hanji, suddenly disrupted by a dangerous grip around her thin wrist and a poison dripping growl.

"I'll fucking give you a place to stay!" The Beast barked loudly, abruptly hoisting Hanji up and over his muscled shoulder, quickly scrambling out of the wide living room and leaving the rest behind in the dark. Despite the servants' desperate calls, they were ignored.

Eren the Beast takes Hanji up to the high tower where the prison cells of the castle are located, locking her into the widest one that had nothing but a stone window, dust and dirt.

"Stay and rot there, intruder! You shouldn't have come here!" Eren yelled, pointing at his prisoner from the other side of the cell door before disappearing into the darkness.

Hanji shook and cried her frightened heart out at the corner of the cell, curling herself up in exhaustion and fear. It was scary, she thought, the beast was scary and cruel and fucked up.

Suddenly, the hungry wolves outside the castle didn't sound as terrifying as Hanji once thought.

X

Back in the village, in the latest cold hours of the night, Levi accidentally drops a teacup on his kitchen floor when a sudden thunder strikes over his roof and rain pours angrily above the town. Black tea pools on his floor.

But before cleaning up, Levi curiously glances out the window beside him, and a thought strucks his mind out of the blue. He couldn't help but mutter worriedly to himself as he watched a single raindrop trail down his window pane.

"Hanji."

A/N: Alright, I'm in quite a dilemma here at the moment. I'm not sure if I should continue this story at all, like I said, I wrote this on a whim. I just thought that it would be a waste to not post it and leave it untouched in my folders, especially since I spent whole day writing it. I had a lot of fun writing this, however, but I still have my other story to worry about too, and I'm not going well with early updates. Yup, I'm one of those people.

So, please, encourage me to continue this by dropping a review/follow/fave/cookie-anything! I'm sure it'll definitely fire me up and keep my hands writing!

Also, before leaving, kudos to those who are just as inlove with Beauty and the Beast as I am. Peace.