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[attaant]

who: atta & @bigdaddieg where: rose's books

There was a cruel kind of irony about having to continue to work and live just a few blocks away from someone's ex, and, unluckily for Atta, she felt the extreme of both. On top of it all, Gaston was not the kind of person to be particularly quiet about his presence, so when she heard his laugh come through the doors of the book store she'd been browsing, all she could do was ache to hide behind the stacks and be unseen. She'd been standing dead in the middle of the new arrivals, book in hand, when she'd locked eyes with him. Instead of a book, though, Gaston came sauntering into the place with a bouquet of flowers, and all Atta could do was wonder for who, and if they had been desired by whoever they were meant for. And although every interaction with her only ex-boyfriend was an unpleasant one, she figured the pain of having to speak to him was worth watching whatever was about to unfold.

Before he could give away the flowers, though, he pivoted, taking a turn straight for Atta herself. "I didn't think you liked reading," she said plainly, not even bothering to greet him as she set the book in her hand down on the stack before selecting another. If this wedding was going to happen as planned, she figured it was smart to start stocking up on honeymoon reading material. "Or flowers." Atta looked up at him for the first time, narrowing her eyes before turning her back to another table.

[swordoutofstone]

who: arthur & @bigdaddieg where: arthur's office

The concept of hunting season was one that Arthur still didn’t particularly like, even a decade after coming into his position at The Order. Most of his job now involved thinking of ways to abolish it, since it had been a longstanding tradition, an agreement that had been made even before he was born. Every year, around this time, he held a meeting to discuss how to move forward with an amended agreement between themselves and the hunters, but there never seemed to be a different outcome. In Arthur’s eyes, there really was no better way to ensure the safety of everyone magical for the rest of the year. Closing the borders was a start, he thought, as at least there couldn’t be any people coming from the outside to come and hunt. Though the tourism that came with it was part of the island’s economy, Arthur had taken an oath to protect the magical beings of Echo Isle, and that was what he had to focus on.

“I know we have this conversation every year,” he started after exchanging niceties with one of the most prominent hunters, who he had invited to his office annually to discuss the rules of the hunting season and try to find a different agreement, a compromise. “With the borders closed, though, I hoped that we might be able to negotiate. I’m willing to pay whatever sum to at least pause for this year, and, in the future, maybe we can come to an agreement that involves can annual payment. I’ll even open the borders for enough time for you and your people to get off the island, so that you might seek … whatever hobby pleasures you elsewhere.” A last ditch effort, and one that would likely be turned down, knowing the man sitting across from him, but it was worth a shot.

[attaant]

His pointed question of the reasoning for her marriage wasn't one Atta could easily deny--he had hit the nail on the head, unfortunately, but things were far more complicated than that now. She had fallen in love, and admitting that aloud to Gaston would arm him with more information than she necessarily wanted to give. "It doesn't matter why, I'm married. So, no, I can't go on a date with you, because that would be cheating on my husband," she reminded him, though she figured Gaston had little regard for both the institutions of marriage and fidelity.

Atta took a step back, releasing herself from his grip as she folded her arms over her chest. There had been a time when she would've taken him up on his offer, when she'd been lovesick over the man who had left her. He had no right to go back on his word now, when it was convenient for him. "Please don't do this. You were the one to call this off, as I remind you every time I see you, and, the last time we were together, you practically kidnapped me. Actually--no, you did. I had to get Myles to come get me. So, please, go back to whoever you came here with, or I'll have to tell my husband that you're trying to get me to cheat on him with you."

Gaston's booming chuckle filled the room, resonating with a carefree confidence that paid little mind to anyone else's opinion. To him, her marriage seemed unimportant. Gaston only thought it made the game easier for him, like how a tied prey was easier to capture than a free one. Such was his straightforward logic. "Sure," he replied, still amused by her attempt to dissuade him. "Wasn't marriage your escape from Hopper?" he quipped, his tone feigned a hint of empathy. "Marrying for mere business reasons must be quite the ordeal, I can imagine."

Gaston pressed on, trying to make his case and sway her perspective. He knew well the allure that a bachelor like him presented to married women, and he speculated that perhaps Atta might find their clandestine encounters enticing. He subtly suggested that she deserved a break, a taste of something more exhilarating. "You deserve some time off, some excitement," he added, his gaze smoldering with suggestion, hinting at his desire for a more intimate kind of fun… with her.

"A date?" Honestly, he had forgotten. Perhaps he was too preoccupied with a pregame of shots to remember who he had come with, and honestly, he didn't care much. Atta was a much more challenging prize, and she had him engaged in the game. "How about we go on a date instead, princess?"

[lucifcr]

@gastonnlegume​

Lucifer knew he was always welcomed at Gaston’s Tavern, no matter the circumstances. For a while the two seemed to be at odds but after some space things seemed to have settled down again. He’d just finished his drink and was waiting for the inattentive bartender to give him a refill when Gaston noticed and came to Lucifer. “I’m telling you, that bartender of yours does not care for their job. It’s still early and there’s not many people here yet for the night. Surely they have the time to come and get me another drink.” Shaking his head, he sighed. “Oh well. I suppose I’ll survive.” He scrunched up his nose. “Still, you should talk to them about their lack of attention to your patrons. It’s not a good look on them. Or yourself.” Lucifer offered the man a smile. “I know the truth though. This is a fine establishment you have.”

[bossbitchclaudette]

@gastonnlegume​

It wasn’t uncommon for Claudette or one of her sisters to pester Gaston with flirty eyes and a sultry voice. Today was strictly business though. She’d just emerged from the downstairs of the tavern to go and find him when she saw him behind the bar. It wasn’t a busy time of day so not too many people were around which was perfect. She approached him with a sweet smile on her face. “Gaston,” she purred. “I have excellent news for you. And it’s not the fact that I’m here.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Business is thriving. I think you’d love to take a look at the numbers. I think it’s celebratory enough to have a drink together.

[angeliquemathieu]

event starter for @thebesturlisgastons​

If she had to be honest, Angelique wasn’t quite sure what Belle’s issue with Gaston was. He was an extremely handsome, confident man, and probably everything that Angel was looking for after her falling out with James. If there was one thing she was bound to stick to, though, it was her best friend’s word, and if she’d insisted that she wasn’t interested in him, then so be it. Angelique had set her intentions on making sure that Gaston avoided Belle like the plague, and maybe that meant keeping his attention for awhile herself, There was nothing selfish about helping a friend, right? “Are you the Danny I’ve been hearing about all night?” she asked with a grin, surveying his costume. This wasn’t a mistake, no doubt, if he was the man Belle insisted he was. No one came to a party as Danny without a Sandy. “I feel like you’re missing half of your getup. Which Sandy were you looking for to keep you company?” she crooned with a smirk, hoping to drag something out of him.

[neverthedamselindistress-blog]

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You get expelled and still manage to stalk people to no end. How?!

[sleeplessrose]

Aurora hadn’t meant to cause it stir at the bookshop. There had been few places her fairies had told her were safe to be at, and this had been one of them. It was quite nice, to wander around the aisles anonymously, like she hadn’t a care in the world while she scanned the spines. Asking them to go search for titles had been irritating in the past, but now, she could at least handle herself to stop in the one shop and come back home. That was what they’d expected of her, and what she'd planned for herself until now. Nothing had happened before on a simple stop at Rose's that was notable as this. But, when she heard her future title, Aurora couldn’t help but spin around and hope the man was wrong.

“I’m sorry?” Aurora asked, praying this wasn’t truly him. She’d hoped for someone more kind looking, perhaps like Phillip. Someone who could take care of her through the years, and wouldn’t approach her out of the blue to ruin her parents’ plan. “No, you—I’m sorry, you can’t be. Did my parents send you? Nor that … if you’re telling the truth, I’m so sorry, but I just have to verify, that you know who I am, and you're telling the truth."

//closed starter @sleeplessrose

Gaston had his usual flowers at hand, ones LeFou had picked because he couldn't be bothered to drop by a flower shop to buy such delicate items of waste anyway. He didn't understand why flowers had to be something women considered romantic, but perhaps he'd play the game as long as Belle found it charming. Despite his antics with many women, he was still set on marrying Belle, and he didn't care how long it took. After all, he was also taking his time enjoying his experience as a bachelor anyway.

Upon opening the door, the front desk was empty, so he looked around for the brunette beauty until he stumbled upon someone familiar instead. With his flower in hand, he figured he'd mess with her. She was too gullible for her own good, and he wanted to have some fun.

"Hey, fiancée," he teased, offering the flowers to Aurora. Though she wasn't the one he was going to marry, Gaston assumed she would believe it if he said she was. Was it a sick prank? Definitely. Did he enjoy it? More than ever. "What's that look on your face? Aren't you happy to see me?" he chuckled slightly.

[lucifcr]

@gastonnlegume​

Lucifer sat at his friend’s tavern as he had a few drinks. It was a relaxing night and no one was really bothering him, but his friend seemed busy. Gaston and Lucifer always got along and he didn’t have a real reason to be at the tavern other than to just relax and throw back some drinks. Hell, maybe he’d even find someone pretty and interesting enough to get laid. He had been people watching, observing anyone that seemed of interest to him, but grew bored fairly quick. When Gaston seemed to finally not be busy he motioned for him to take a seat with him. Once Gaston was seated next to him he said, ‘your bartender said she would get me a drink over twenty minutes ago. I think she forgot about me. She’s rather pretty too. Shame she’s inattentive.”

[neverthedamselindistress-blog]

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my-what-a-guy : 

Aw. I’m sorry babe.

Unless you had anything to do with it, and out of good faith I'll believe you didn't, you have no reason to be sorry, Gaston. As difficult as it is for me to say, you've been somewhat... comforting.

[neverthedamselindistress-blog]

my-what-a-guy

Gaston to the rescue!!! I’ll help you look for her!

Oh, all for being hero today huh? I think I'm too much of a bitch to accept your help. Sorry babe.

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Gaston, to what do I owe the pleasure?

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You again, huh?

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[attaant]

He was making absolutely no sense to her, his logic incredibly flawed. Though, she could respect finding something self-serving out of being on the wrong side of Hopper. Atta had been in that very position more times than she wanted to count, trying to do the same for herself while she struggled to find a solution. Rolling her eyes at him, Atta scoffed as she let out a sigh. "I do see the good in people. I find it hard to find the positives in someone who I know to their core, who is not a good person," she replied simply. No matter how much he wanted to change, Atta simply didn't believe that someone who was that thick-headed and selfish ever could.

"We're not friends," she shot back immediately, cutting off the possibility that he could ever think so. Atta never intended to be friendly with Gaston; she'd been taken against her will for him to somehow try and do just that, though. "I never said I'm handling it alone. I have help. I don't need yours." As nervous as she'd once been around him, Atta now felt an air of confidence: he couldn't control her anymore--she wouldn't even let him try to. "What is it you're trying to do here? Can you just be honest, for once?"

Gaston stood upright, crossing his hand over his chest before responding with a simple and concise, "Yes." She understood it, and it really was that straightforward. In all honesty, Gaston's willingness to help stemmed from his desire to have Atta back. Was there a deeper reason behind it? Not really. He could have easily gone about his day, unconcerned with her problems. However, it all boiled down to one thing: his ego. Gaston wanted to win her back just so he could boast about it, and that's exactly what he intended to do. There was something about the pursuit, the thrill of victory that fueled his obsession with putting on this act. Of course, he would never admit any of this out loud. Now that it was socially acceptable to have her back, he was willing to take the risk for the high of success. Nobody ever said "no" to Gaston, and he was convinced that even Belle would eventually come around. This was just one of those cases.

"Some people change, Atta. I hope you can see the good in people sometimes," he added in such a casual manner, with soothing words that made it seem like he believed every word. "So, tell me, do you want to trust me, or do you want to be selfish and handle this alone? In the end, I'm already on Hopper's bad side, so I might as well make some friends over it, don't you think?" Gaston had a knack for getting what he wanted, and truth be told, at this moment, his argument did make sense.

[attaant]

All he would ever get out of helping her was a cushion to his own ego--Atta knew him better than she wanted to admit. She didn't need his help, though he somehow felt the need to make it known that now that it was convenient for him, he was there for her. Gaston hadn't been there when she needed him most, when Hopper started to tighten his grip of control on her and her family, but he was here now, when he could get away with the so-called consequences that would have been put on him had he truly cared back then. "I don't need your help," she repeated, firmer in her words this time. Giving him any idea that he had a chance at redemption would just make things increasingly difficult for her in the long run.

Atta wasn't above losing her temper with him a little bit, though. This wasn't Hopper who she was speaking to; he didn't have some sort of legal means to punish her, and she surely didn't think he would go violent with her. Gaston was an aggressive person by nature, but never once in the past had he hurt her like that. "So, let me get this straight: you left me to preserve your reputation, but now, you expect me to believe that you're just going to come out of the blue, back into my life, and help me with the most delicate matter I've ever had to deal with? You want me to trust that you're not going to take the selfish route again?" It was more of a demand of answer than entertaining his idea, but Atta couldn't stand to leave this house without resolutions to the questions she'd been asking herself for years.

"Fine," Gaston huffed, his pride held tightly against his chest. He was resolute, not willing to relinquish his pride no matter what. To him, the act of taking Atta away from her guards and initiating this conversation was his way of showing that he cared, even if he couldn't express it in words. Gaston had always been more about actions than words, often impulsive but always driven by underlying meaning.

Furrowing his brows as he looked back at her, Gaston's mind briefly drifted to the past. He remembered a time when he found Atta endearing and enjoyable to be around. She made him feel special, truly attentive to his words. But Gaston's life was complicated by the need to be perfect in front of his peers, to maintain his reputation. Though he and Atta had a relationship in the past that he didn't deny, still he somehow kept it hidden. He refused to speak of it because he knew it would lead to questions he wasn't prepared to answer.

"I'm just looking out for you, and if you already know it, I'm offering you an escape," he suggested. A part of him yearned for her to comprehend him on a deeper level, but Gaston struggled with expressing himself in that way. His expertise lay in manipulation, making it hard for genuine sentiments to find their way from his mouth. Thus, he gazed at her, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "I didn't leave because I didn't care about you. I left because I chose my own needs over what we shared, and I've witnessed what regret can do to people's lives. I don't want to see the same fate across your face," he added, before pivoting away, shielding his emotions from view.