#gaston fanfic

[thefamilybruno]

Roses and Daffodils - Chapter 1

Summary: When Belle breaks the Enchantress’s spell before she ever returns to the village, Gaston’s plan to threaten to lock her father away in an asylum never comes to fruition. Instead, when Gaston discovers that Belle is engaged to a prince, he becomes determined to steal her away, vowing that he will still someday make Belle his wife. After Gaston secures a position as the gamekeeper at the castle, he strikes up a false friendship with Adam - a relationship he tolerates only so that he can become closer to Belle. Over time, Gaston’s feelings change, and a friendship that began as a clever ruse transforms into something else entirely.

But happily ever after won’t come easily. And thanks to the Enchantress, things aren’t always what they seem.

Pairings: Adam/Belle, Adam/Gaston

[les-gnossiennes-fantomatiques]

They are fine and happy.

Everyone is happy.

Three cheers for the happy newlyweds.

[do2faj]

(excuse my messily done sketches I simply do not know how people do it so aesthetically pleasing)

(Also I got my inspiration for the sketch on down right corner from another fanart I saw on Pinterest but I unfortunately couldn't find the artist for the piece)

[knoepfl]

The Hunter’s Soft Heart

Characters:

Gaston: The self-assured, brawny hunter of the village who loves praise and attention but is caught off guard by Adeline’s quiet admiration.

Adeline Rousseau (OC): A shy, soft-spoken woman who arrives in the village to care for her sick aunt. Though timid, she admires Gaston’s strength and confidence, feeling safe in his presence.

LeFou: Gaston’s devoted friend and sidekick, always trailing behind to offer compliments and keep his spirits high.

Trigger Warnings: None.

Masterlist

Words: 790

Part 2 Part 3

A New Face in the Village

Adeline Rousseau’s steps faltered as she approached the edge of the village, her heart fluttering with both nerves and purpose. The distant chatter of the market reached her ears, a lively contrast to the quiet town s7he had left behind. She wasn’t used to bustling places like this, but there had been no hesitation when her aunt Margot’s letter arrived. Her aunt had raised her, and now it was Adeline’s turn to return the care.

Though unfamiliar with healing magic, Adeline knew the basics of herbal remedies and hoped to make her aunt’s final months more comfortable. With a small bag on her shoulder and her shawl wrapped tightly around her, she stepped into the heart of the village, hoping to go unnoticed.

But in a place like this, new faces rarely went unnoticed.

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Gaston stood outside the tavern, adjusting his collar while basking in the glow of the admiration from a passing group of villagers. By his side, as always, was LeFou, his loyal sidekick, grinning up at him like an eager puppy.

“I tell you, LeFou,” Gaston said, tilting his head with a smug grin, “Belle doesn’t know what she’s missing. But I won’t waste time on lost causes.”

“Of course not!” LeFou chirped, nodding enthusiastically. “Who needs Belle when every other woman in town is dying to be with you?”

“Exactly.” Gaston’s gaze swept across the marketplace, searching for his next source of entertainment. That’s when he saw her—a slender woman with an auburn braid, her head lowered as she hurried through the crowd, clutching a bundle of herbs. She wasn’t giggling or fawning over anyone. In fact, she looked as if she hoped no one would notice her at all.

Naturally, Gaston took that as a challenge.

He straightened his posture, nudging LeFou with a smirk. “Watch this.”

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“Hello there, sweetheart!” Gaston’s booming voice stopped Adeline in her tracks.

She looked up, startled, meeting the eyes of a man who seemed to radiate confidence. He stood tall—broad-shouldered and imposing—with a grin that practically demanded attention. And beside him, a smaller man gave her an encouraging nod, as if to say, Yes, this is really happening.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” Gaston continued, folding his arms in a way that made the muscles in his biceps bulge. “What brings a pretty girl like you to our little village?”

Adeline swallowed, her cheeks warming under his gaze. “I—I’m here to take care of my aunt. She’s unwell.”

“Well, well,” Gaston said, leaning in slightly, “you’ve come to the right place. And lucky for you, I’m the strongest man in town.”

LeFou chimed in, “And the most handsome! Don’t forget handsome, Gaston!”

Gaston chuckled. “Yes, yes, I suppose that too.” His blue eyes flickered back to Adeline, who was fidgeting nervously with the herbs in her hands. “And what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Adeline,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

“Adeline,” Gaston repeated slowly, savoring the sound of it. “A lovely name for a lovely girl.”

LeFou gave a small cheer, clapping his hands together. “Oh, you’re good, Gaston. You’re really good.”

Adeline smiled softly, her gaze flickering between the two men. “Thank you,” she whispered shyly, lowering her head again.

“You know,” Gaston said, stepping closer so she could feel the warmth of his presence, “I don’t often meet women who aren’t falling over themselves to talk to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Adeline murmured, her blush deepening. “I… I didn’t mean to be rude.”

Gaston chuckled, his grin widening. “Not rude at all, darling. In fact, I like it. You’re different. And you’ve got good taste—seeing as you’ve noticed how strong and handsome I am.”

Adeline bit her lip, looking down at the cobblestones. “It’s hard not to notice.”

That was all Gaston needed to hear. His chest puffed with pride, and he flashed a triumphant grin. “Well, Adeline,” he said, “if you need anything while you’re here—anything at all—you come to me. I’ll take care of it.”

Adeline’s hazel eyes met his briefly, and in that small glance, Gaston saw something that made his heart stir—a quiet admiration that felt unlike anything he’d ever experienced. It wasn’t wild or desperate. It was soft, steady, and somehow far more satisfying.

LeFou gave Gaston a nudge and whispered, “I think she likes you.”

“Of course she does,” Gaston whispered back with a smirk, but inside, he felt something he hadn’t expected—an urge to protect this girl, not just impress her.

As Adeline gave him a small, timid smile, Gaston felt, for the first time, that being admired for who he was—just as he was—might actually mean more than being praised for his looks or strength.

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Author’s Note:

Thank you for reading! This story is my take on a softer, more romantic side of Gaston. Adeline’s character is meant to offer a contrast to his boisterous personality, showing that even someone as bold as Gaston can find value in quiet admiration and kindness. I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into their meeting, and I’d love to hear your thoughts or ideas for future scenes!

[beauty-beast-week]

Celebrating Disney's Beauty and the Beast

Only 2 weeks left until our fandom celebration of all things Disney Beauty and the Beast, our Beauty and the Beast Week 2024! Let’s count down to the day with a fun poll each day. Anyone can vote, regardless of if you're participating in the event.

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[pfjtheseries]

WILD KRATTS LORE Except It's Not Real Lore Because I Made It Up

aka "Wild Kratts: Going Wild"

after two years it is finally complete! individual parts can be found on TikTok via the link in my bio

If you guys have questions feel free to send them in and I'll see how I can answer them!

[cartoondrawer]

Warning: Blood!

Martin and Chris walked quietly through the forest. Aviva had sent them to seek out to stop a company that had been harming animals.

Martin: “Hey..”

Chris turned his attention to Martin with a confused expression on his face.

Martin: “ Do you think this is safe to do?”

Chris: “I’m sure we will be fine! We have done this dozens of times!”

Martin: “Yeah..you’re right!”

Chris and Martin kept walking along to end up bumping into a..door? They didn’t see it due to talking and not paying attention..but they looked at the location that Aviva said that the building would be at..and this was it!

Martin: “Okay. Let’s head inside I guess?”

Chris nodded and grabbed the door handle, opening the door. Inside were chemicals knocked onto tables and robots moving quickly around the room. Animals had also been trapped inside cages..

Martin: “Oh my..”

They slowly stepped forward a few more times before hearing the door shut behind them. Turning around, they saw a figure that looked about at least 7 feet tall. She moved forward, staring coldly at them.

Indigo: “Hm. I wasn’t expecting for you guys to be here.”

Chris: “H-huh?”

Indigo: “Oh..you don’t seem to remember me? I worked with your little villain friends.”

Martin and Chris looked a little closer, recognizing her..she was telling the truth. She was with the villains a whileee back.

Martin: “W-we demand you release these animals! They deserve to be-“

Indigo: “-Living free and in the wild? Yeah..that saying is getting quite old, don’t you think?”

Indigo swiftly kicked Martin to the ground, Chris gasped and tried running to one of the animals to get his suit working. She glanced over to him, running after Chris. She grabbed his hair and banged his forehead repeatedly onto a table.

Chris pushed her off, grasping his head in pain. Martin got up, running to check on Chris.

Martin: “Chris! Bro are you alright?!?”

Chris: “Yeah..I-I’ve had worse injuries..”

Indigo grabbed a nearby blade, slowly approaching them. Chris got up.

Chris: “We..we’ll leave.”

Indigo: “Oh but you can’t leave now!~..You have already seen everything. I can’t let you go now.”

Indigo ran up to them, slashing Martin’s knee open. He screamed and fell to the ground, Chris tried grabbing the blade from Indigo but she stabbed his arm.

She turned to Martin who looked like he was about to cry. She pulled him up, and slashed him once more.

…

The blade was sharp enough to go through the power suit, It ended up coming off Martin and he fell to the ground in pain, breathing heavily. Indigo had made a giant cut from his chest to his stomach. Blood poured onto the floor.

Chris: “MARTIN! NO!!!”

Indigo turned to Chris, ready to finish him off too. She got ready to stab him when the door slammed open. She sighed and turned around, seeing a familiar face.

…

Donita: “Back up.”

Indigo: “Oh! Donita Donata...why the hell are you here?”

Indigo said, gritting her teeth. Donita walked in, some of her mannequins following after her. One of the mannequins grabbed Indigo, stopping her from finishing the job.

Donita stood silent as Chris looked at her SO confused. She did a “come here” hand signal, making Chris walk slowly to her.

Donita: “Grab Martin, and get in the jet.”

Chris nodded and grabbed him. Indigo started yelling angrily while Donita walked out of the lab, with Chris trailing after her.

Chris had a confused look on his face as Donita closed the door.

Donita: “Are you gonna get in the jet or stay here? Come on.”

….

In the jet, everything was pretty silent until they reached the Touruga. Chris grabbed Martin who was barely conscious but turned to Donita first.

Chris: “Hey..uh..thanks Donita.”

Donita: “Whatever. Just leave now..”

Chris walked off the jet with Martin, and Donita’s jet took off. Chris knocked on the door, and it opened automatically with Aviva standing there.

Aviva: “Oh my god! What happened to you guys?!?”

Chris: “I-I’ll explain soon..just let us in.”

Aviva nodded and swiftly moved out of the way as she called Koki and Jimmy for help.

-With the Villains.-

Zach had called the villains for their annual meeting, although one person was missing..until she slammed the door open.

Donita: “Ah, I’m so sorry. I was..busy.”

Zach: “What could be so important that you almost missed our annual villain meeting?!”

Donita stared at Zach before rolling her eyes and sitting down.

Donita: “Well..I need to talk to you Zach. About..well..remember Indigo?”

That name seemed to terrify Zach a bit as his eyes widened. Gourmand and Dabio remembered Indigo, but they didn’t seem to know why Zach was scared. The same could be said for Paisley and Rex except they only heard about her from Gourmand.

Gourmand: “Oh..that girl? We haven’t seen her in years..”

Donita: “Yeah, well she’s back.”

Paisley: “Oh? Maybe she could join us-“

Donita/Zach: “NO.”

Paisley got a bit startled before fixing her glasses.

Paisley: “Just a suggestion.”

Dabio: “Whatever did happen to her? She was actually really kind-“

Donita: “Don’t you remember? One of Zach’s bots..malfunctioned. She ended up leaving due to the accident.”

Zach: “Y-yep! But uh..she’s back? Like..”

Donita: “Yeah. She’s has this company..if you can even call it that, where she actually..kills animals.”

Zach: “Oh..wait, IS THAT WHERE YOU WERE? DONITA.”

Donita sighed and crossed her arms.

Donita: “If you must know..I was getting a few certain people out of that situation. But it doesn’t matter now.”

Zach: “..Right.”

As they continued their meeting, Rex stared off into the distance. Paisley glanced at him, confused.

Paisley: “Is..something the matter Rex?”

Rex: “W-wh..No! I’m all good!”

Paisley: “Hm. Alright.”

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Part 2 Below!

[persnicketypomelo]

Could you please write Erik x Siren or Mermaid headcannon

I think it would be an interesting dynamic =)

This kinda sucked but hopefully it's tolerable still :/

potentially major spoilers for book, kidnap, mentioned death, obsession

Erik with a Siren/Mermaid Reader

Let's say that you're the siren that Leroux described at the bottom of the underground lake

Erik has always been scarce on companionship his whole life, such that he would seek solace from animals, plants anything not disturbed by his face enough to stay around

You, for your part, did your best to keep hidden from the sight of humans as best you could

They only ever brought trouble, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake

You knew from the awful joy and ugly laughter when hunting, from the terrible waste they dumped in your waterways

As such, you refused to associate with such vile creatures, and the fish were your only company

You're not sure how you were born, nor if there were ever any others like you, but for all you knew, you were alone in this world

And so was the young man that had made the habit of sitting by the lakeside each morning

Normally you made it a rule not to interact with humans ever, as you didn't care to end up on the other side of their spear, guns, or whatever other horrible contraptions they used

You had grown so accustomed to the solitude that you forgot to even be lonely

But, there was some comfort in even just coexisting in the presence of another, just listening to his absent tunes or silence

It was that very feeling that let you get carried away, however, as the startled gasp of your masked companion was warning enough to send you scattering for the safety of the depths

After regaining his composure, he does his best to placate your fear, urging you back

And maybe, just maybe, he wasn't like his kind--absent of the savagery, the cruelty

There is something magnetic in shared misery, and between your loneliness and his melancholy the pair of you fit that trope perfectly

You learned that he had finished some commission in Persia and was now in search of a more permanent and stable life

Your friend was an architect, among other pastimes it seemed, and despite not understanding the concept of an 'opera house' you could picture the vision with his florid descriptions and lavish ideas

To travel the world like he has, it was an idea that held some appeal to you, confined to your aquatic prison, and you must have mentioned so in passing to your masked companion

Now, in his vision of a grand opera house blended with isolated dwelling, he seems to have envisioned that you were there as well

But the idea of being trapped as a visual oddity or entertainment for guests pervade your mind

No matter how genteel or well-intentioned your friend might seem, you can not shake the fear that underneath his kind exterior, he might be just as much of a monster

Erik, however, did not seem to take the rejection as well as you had hoped, falling sullen and betrayed as though your rejection was a personal insult

After that day he stopped his visits, and your sadness at the lost of a friend equalled your fear that he might retaliate and decide to capture you and sell you at a high price

As it turns out, that is exactly the twisted decision he made--to kidnap you--that is

You awoke in a tank--more akin to a glorified tub, the turbulence of the carriage rocking you awake

All at once, your fears of humans settled in your bones, all too late

No matter how interesting, how kind they might seem, they all share a primal greed to covet or profit off of whatever they can

And with your fish tail, it seems you were just that an object to be sequestered, no matter how sincere your captor's promises of taking care of you, of protecting you from human scorn

How could he truly wish for what's best for you whilst also depositing you in a shallow basin outside his home, with no chance at ever greeting the sun again?

Only now, captive like a trophy prize in some twisted collection, did you realize whatever embarrassment he hid behind his mask, it could not compare to what monster lay at his heart

I'm picturing she ends up killing Philippe due to her own mental decline and the zoochosis (for lack of a more succinct word) from being confined in the lake

[satchihatchi]

He is an Angel of Music...

[bluegreene118]

Anyone want to rp Harry Hook and Gil Gaston?

But like when they are 30 and maybe idk other than that. I have plots tagged for ideas…

Just watched all the movies and want an au rp with them!!

Pleaseeee??? I wanna be Harry Hook and you can be Gil Gaston.

(Not photoshopped!! Actor for Gil posted it!! And apparently it’s in the book but nooo the movie cut it!! 🥺🥺)

[thefamilybruno]

Roses and Daffodils - Chapter 2

Pairings: Gaston/Adam and Adam/Belle (with bonus Gaston & Belle friendship)

Rating: M

Summary: When Belle breaks the Enchantress’s spell before she ever returns to the village, Gaston’s plan to threaten to lock her father away in an asylum never comes to fruition. Instead, when Gaston discovers that Belle is engaged to a prince, he becomes determined to steal her away, vowing that he will still someday make Belle his wife. After Gaston secures a position as the gamekeeper at the castle, he strikes up a false friendship with Adam - a relationship he tolerates only so that he can become closer to Belle. Over time, Gaston’s feelings change, and a friendship that began as a clever ruse transforms into something else entirely.

But happily ever after won’t come easily. And thanks to the Enchantress, things aren’t always what they seem.

Excerpt below!

When Adam finally emerged from the castle and jogged over to meet him, Gaston couldn’t help but smirk at the ridiculousness of his outfit - a long-sleeved button-down white shirt and dark blue trousers, both obviously made from high-quality materials and much too nice to wear while traipsing through the woods. They were going hunting for crying out loud. Even the man’s boots had a brilliant shine to them.

“Looking very noble today, your highness,” Gaston said, hoping that his comment would sound like a genuine compliment, rather than the insult it really was. 

Adam stopped walking to scrutinize his own outfit and then snorted a laugh.

“It looks more like I’m going to a banquet than on a hunting trip, doesn’t it?”

Gaston only shrugged. 

“It’s alright. You can laugh,” Adam said with a smile. “I know I’m out of my element.”

“Have you ever been hunting before?” 

“Once,” Adam said as Gaston opened the gate. “Ten years ago.”

“I thought all noblemen learned how to hunt,” Gaston said, immediately realizing that continuing to act cordially toward the prince would be more difficult than he thought. He tried again. “You must have been too busy with your many other responsibilities, your highness.”

“Not busy, exactly, but I wasn’t really in a position to learn.”

The two of them started toward the woods. As they walked, Gaston glanced over at Adam. Why hadn’t he learned to hunt like all of the other men in his social class? Had he been living under a rock? And then Gaston remembered the insane rumors about Adam having spent the last decade living as a literal beast and he almost burst out laughing. It was a wonder that Adam hadn’t actually locked up Belle’s father for spreading such ridiculous lies. The man must have been a real pushover to let some peasant tarnish his reputation like that, even if that peasant was the father of the woman he wanted to marry. Gaston wouldn’t have tolerated it, that was for sure.

[les-gnossiennes-fantomatiques]

An Unorthodox Fic Recommendation

Hey, everyone.

So I’d been wanting to write this post for a while, but I’d had a hard time finding the words to articulate my exact feelings for a good long while now. But in the spirit of the holidays, goodwill towards all, and so on and so forth, I’ve somehow managed to catch my breath.

I dipped pretty suddenly from fandom earlier this year for multiple reasons, most of which fell under the umbrella of a very real and very unfortunate truth: I was sick. Stupid sick. And fandom, while obviously not the only thing contributing to this by a long mile, was not conducive to me getting better.

My drinking, you see, had gotten bad in a way that is honestly humbling to think about now; it was at levels that were both physically and mentally dangerous and unsustainable. Moreover, it was beginning to affect the people I love most in this world. And, unfortunately, pounding back a glass, a bottle, two bottles of wine, hey maybe I can run to the gas station for a few mini bottles of whiskey to end the night went hand-in-hand with writing and my fandom experience in general.

I won’t go into the details of my actual rock bottom, besides that it hit in March of this year and that I’m grateful it was relatively minor compared to many of the stories I’ve heard in my recovery journey. But suffice to say, I checked into rehab and everything had to go on the back burner from that point on. I’m lucky that I had the unwavering love and support of my husband, my family, my work, and my friends (including a bunch of people I’ve met through this fandom specifically--put a pin in that) to start down that path, because all the same, it has often been a very lonely, very dark, and very isolating place to be. But so is addiction.

So here I am, hours and hours of group counseling, enough EMDR therapy to relive every childhood trauma in the book, countless tweakings of my meds, endless bottles of Coke Zero later, and I’m almost ten months sober.

And I find myself asking now what?

One of the biggest challenges in early sobriety, you learn quickly, is redefining fun for yourself in a world without your substance of choice, without the very thing that feeds your ego and silences your self-criticisms, without what feels like the only thing propelling you from one bleak day to the next. And for a long time, I worried that fandom had stopped being fun. That the joy of writing had been permanently ruined by the associations I’d made with drinking and negative related experiences.

But, back to my fandom friends. I worried so much they would lose interest in me as a person--that I’d become too boring or depressing or unfun in this next leg of life to want to stick around. I’ve found the opposite to be true--from the countless yapping sessions up and down 8th Avenue and booze-free hangouts, to the endless DMs of advice and memes, to the long heart-to-hearts over pots of tea, to… watching whatever the fuck is going on in the David Staller version and having a good long laugh. I didn’t expect this coming into 2024--I don’t know what I expected, honestly, besides maybe the hospital and divorce papers and more loneliness--and leaving this year behind me knowing I’ve got that means the world to me.

So all this is to say, one of the other things that helped me pull through this challenging period of life has been, surprisingly enough, fan fiction.

Particularly Battered Dove by BattyDings.

Modern AUs are always really hard to pull off, at least to me, in a way that feels satisfying. (This is why I am a coward and don’t write them lol.) More often than not, there’s a tendency for the story to get caught up in retrofitting the more melodramatic, antiquated elements (I say this with love) into a world where they can’t really exist with a straight face, and often at the cost of the characterizations and plot. The best modern AUs, for me, lean into the framework of what is there thematically: the ideas of loneliness, manipulation, dependency (themselves all negative aspects of addiction) balanced against the possibility of redemption, love, and making amends.

And in Battered Dove, BattyDings has rather brilliantly transposed these things into the context of substance abuse and addiction. If Phantom is a story about two lonely broken people getting caught up in a shared passion that brings out the best and worst in each other (particularly Erik lol), then Battered Dove sees our dynamic duo thrown together by a mutual past in drugs and hopefully redeemed by the music they make together.

It’s often a hard and unflinching read, and one that in other hands could easily come off as crass or edgelord-y. But in Batty’s hands, Battered Dove is a thoughtful, sensitive, tender unraveling of the Erik and Christine dynamic that keeps me coming back: that is, the only way they can “get well” is by going through something that is arguably more painful and terrifying than the present reality they live in: giving up what they think they love most.

I’ve read this story multiple times over the years and was always tremendously moved by the simple but powerful interpretation laid out in this fic; in pre-contemplation, when I’d be crawling into bed drunk every night and wondering if this was how I was going to die, bits and pieces of it would come to me. Me in bed, on the verge of blacking out, thinking about Phantom of the Opera fan fiction, wondering if I could do better (nah, no, I couldn’t. Not me.) Rereading Battered Dove for the first time after starting rehab and getting well into this journey was all the more astounding.

Phantom of the Opera, for me, is not the story of a monster who brutalizes women and we’re somehow supposed to feel bad or glean some larger, cynical message about the world from it; for me, it is a story of bittersweet hope--a slow, sad hope that the ones we love and that the ones we’ve hurt will feel peace and sunshine, without the guaranteed promise or reward we will feel it for ourselves. But that, in our selfless kindnesses born out of real love and care for others, we can at least begin to see a better version of ourselves staring back at us--no matter how broken, how lonely, how downright used and ugly we feel.

To me, that is recovery. That is what the last ten months have been. There is no guarantee who I will be in a year--what wrongs I will right, what truths I will uncover, or even if I'll have managed to maintained my sobriety (though I feel hopeful). I am promised nothing but the day in front of me and the little, powerful joy I get in doing right by the universe with each passing hour.

And Battered Dove captures that perfectly. Can’t recommend that enough.

Thank you for being a friend and source of light through this hard time, @battydings. Pls accept this humble doodle and biggest thank you for writing such a wonderful, heartfelt story.

[sabyfangirl]

Chapter 1: Surfing

Chapter 2: That Was A Close One

Chapter 3: Gourmand's Scheme

Chapter 4: An Obstacle of A Fear

Chapter 5: Just Swim

Chapter 6: To the Creature Rescue!

A full guide to my multi-chapter fic, Afraid of A Little Swim?

[knoepfl]

The Hunter’s Soft Heart – Part 2

Characters:

Gaston: The self-assured hunter of the village, wrestling with new and unfamiliar thoughts about Adeline.

Adeline Rousseau (OC): A shy, soft-spoken woman whose quiet admiration lingers in Gaston’s mind, drawing him toward her without effort.

LeFou: Gaston’s loyal friend and sidekick, always there to offer encouragement and observations, even when Gaston doesn’t ask for them.

Trigger Warnings: None

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 3

Words: 766

Restless Thoughts at the Tavern

The dim glow of the tavern’s lanterns flickered against the wooden walls as Gaston leaned back in his usual seat by the fireplace, a tankard of ale resting in his hand. The air was filled with the familiar scent of roasted meat, spilled beer, and smoke from the hearth. Around him, the chatter of villagers buzzed—boasting farmers, drunken hunters, and women casting longing glances his way.

But Gaston wasn’t paying attention to any of it.

He tapped his fingers against the side of his tankard, staring at the foam as it fizzled and popped. For the first time in a long while, Gaston’s mind wasn’t on himself—or on anyone else who might admire him.

It was on her.

“Adeline,” he muttered under his breath, testing the sound of her name again. It had a softness to it, like the brush of wind through autumn leaves. Not grand or impressive—just simple and sweet.

Across the table, LeFou watched Gaston curiously, sipping his own drink. “Alright, Gaston. What’s on your mind? I’ve known you long enough to tell when something’s eating at you.”

“Nothing’s eating at me,” Gaston grunted, setting his tankard down with a little too much force. “It’s just… strange.”

“What’s strange?”

Gaston swirled the drink in his mug, his brow furrowing. “That girl. Adeline. She wasn’t like the others.”

LeFou tilted his head. “You mean, she wasn’t falling all over you?”

“Exactly!” Gaston exclaimed, pointing a finger for emphasis. “She wasn’t fawning, wasn’t giggling, wasn’t begging me to marry her.” He paused, thinking back to the way she had blushed when he smiled at her, the way she looked down shyly instead of meeting his gaze. “But she still noticed. She liked me. She just… didn’t show it the same way.”

LeFou grinned, leaning forward eagerly. “So, you do like her, then?”

Gaston scoffed, crossing his arms. “Like her? I don’t even know her.”

But even as he said it, Gaston knew it wasn’t entirely true. There was something about Adeline—something in the way she had quietly admired him, without demanding anything in return—that lingered in his thoughts.

He liked how soft she was. How shy. How, when she looked at him, it didn’t feel like a challenge to conquer but a quiet moment of appreciation. It was… peaceful.

And that unsettled him more than he cared to admit.

LeFou gave him a knowing nudge. “Admit it, Gaston. You’ve got her on your mind.”

“I don’t have anyone on my mind,” Gaston muttered, though his scowl was half-hearted.

He picked up his drink again, taking a long sip as if it might wash away the strange, unfamiliar feeling creeping into his chest. He wasn’t used to thinking about someone—especially not after just one conversation. Usually, women came and went, their faces blending together in his mind. But Adeline’s face… that one stuck.

It wasn’t just her looks, either, though she was pretty in a quiet, unassuming way. It was the way she made him feel—important, but not in the way he was used to.

For the first time, he wondered what it might be like to see that soft smile of hers again.

“Well,” LeFou said, breaking into his thoughts, “if she’s not on your mind now, she will be soon. You’re not exactly the kind of man to leave things unfinished.”

Gaston gave him a sharp look. “You think I’m chasing after her?”

LeFou shrugged. “I think you want to see her again. And honestly, Gaston, I think you like the idea of being admired by someone who isn’t trying to show off for you.”

Gaston opened his mouth to argue, but no words came.

LeFou wasn’t wrong. Adeline hadn’t tried to impress him, hadn’t put on airs to win his attention. And somehow, that made her admiration feel more… real.

He grumbled under his breath, annoyed with himself. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. He was Gaston, the strongest and most desirable man in the village. Women were supposed to be obsessed with him, not the other way around.

And yet, here he was, sitting in the tavern, thinking about a quiet, shy woman who had only spoken a handful of words to him.

With a frustrated sigh, Gaston leaned back in his chair, glaring at his tankard as if it had personally offended him. “This is ridiculous.”

LeFou chuckled. “Maybe. But it looks like she got under your skin.”

Gaston scowled but didn’t deny it.

The truth was, he couldn’t get Adeline out of his head. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized he didn’t mind.

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Author’s Note:

Thank you for reading this second part! Here, I wanted to highlight Gaston’s inner conflict as he begins to realize that Adeline’s quiet admiration has impacted him in ways he didn’t expect. I also enjoyed showing LeFou’s playful dynamic with Gaston, as his friend nudges him toward facing his emotions. Stay tuned for more as this unlikely relationship unfolds!

[beauty-beast-week]

Beauty and the Beast Week 2024, Day 7: Free Day Master List

Fic: A Tale Of Books, Roses and Friendship (Belle & Luigi, G) by @vulpixfairy1985

Takes place in my Super Mario Bros/Wreck It Ralph AU. Luigi goes to a new digital library to find his beloved Daisy the perfect storybook for his gift to her for Book Day in Litwak’s arcade. In doing so, he meets a beautiful bookish Disney princess who becomes his first friend in the Internet over books and roses…

Fic: beautiful problems, god knows we've got them (Cogsworth/Lumiere/Plumette, not rated) by @anenchantedteacup

I’ve always had some sort of plan for my life. Yes, it wouldn't always go perfectly as events came to pass, but it was set, and it was true. My lifeline. But you just had to come along, didn’t you? You had to pull me into your world, into your life.

Fic: No other way (Enchantress & Queen of the Fairies, T) by @firawren

Why does the Enchantress curse the Prince for such a seemingly minor offense? And why does she curse all the innocent servants as well? She must be an evil, crazy megalomaniac, right? Perhaps not… Aka, the Enchantress pitches the terms of her beast-spell to her boss, the Fairy Queen, and it turns out she’s being completely beneficent…

Fic and moodboard: Beauty and the Beetle (Belle/Beetlejuice, G) by @twisting-echo

He offered her his arm, and together they made their way to the grand ballroom. The Neitherworld’s version of a ball was a sight to behold. Ghosts, ghouls, and other supernatural beings danced and mingled, their laughter echoing through the cavernous space. The music was hauntingly beautiful, played by an orchestra of skeletons. Among the swirling figures on the dance floor, Belle and Beetlejuice stood out, their presence commanding attention.

Fic: you're my home, stay with me - chapter 4 (Adam/Belle, T) by @prince-adams-japris

Adam doesn't want to be volunteering at the library. Belle doesn't want him volunteering at the library. Mrs. Potts has other ideas.

Fic: If only you´ll keep me - chapter 7 (Adam/Belle, M) by @annaofthenorthernlights

They make their way upstairs and Belle tugs at Adam's arm. "My room?" "Why?" "I want to feel naughty. Like you're visiting me in the forbidden guest wing."

Fic: Alive - chapter 15 (Beast/Belle, E) by @greensearcher

He watched her for another moment with an expression she hadn’t quite figured out yet. His face seemed neutral except for his eyes, which were bright and staring at her intently. This time his tail was moving, catlike as it slowly swept the ground behind him. Belle had never seen it move like that, and the sight made her insides tremble with desire. She found this a bit alarming.

Ficlet: Beast, Sulley, and Mike by @aerinofdreamlightvalley

Art: Winter edition Babs by @fizzy-dizz

Art: Gaston hunting Sabor's ancestor by @tyrannoninja

Art: Belle sketch by @edzidolka

Art: Beast study drawings by @saehooh

Art: Disney VS Me by @zoeloveconvers99

Art: Heartflowers Cogsworth by @ticenchantedtoc

Art and character study: Belle and Adam's son Gabriel by @paschameleon

Art and meme: Expectation vs reality of Adam's body hair by @beastylittlething

We caught a couple works that forgot to tag @beauty-beast-week, but if we missed yours in this day 7 list, shoot us a DM with the link and we'll add it to the list as well as reblog it.

View the entire fic collection on AO3

[cat-angel-936]

The villains plan part 3 and End

(The character Violet is not mine, it is @jokerislandgirl32 ) (al fin termine con esto 🥲)

Zach: why did they bring the blue boy!? *very upset*

*Maria and Martin looking at each other strangely*

Maria: is this normal? *whisper*

Martin: more or less, but don't worry, you won't get used to it *serious*

Donita: why Martino's long face? *strokes my head like a dog*

Maria: *giggles*

Donita: And tell me, *stops her and analyzes her*, what is a pretty girl doing living alone in the middle of the forest?

María: I'm not alone, my grandparents and uncle come from time to time

Gourmound: and your parents...oh!

Maria: Could we not talk about them? *sad*

Zach: don't calm down...*covers his face in annoyance* Zachbots, take the ureña girl and the blue boy

*the zachbots grab them and take them away*

Zach: okay, don't mention anything about her parents and let's make that stupid call.

...

Martin:....

María:....*I feel, I feel a dangerous pressure in this place and it doesn't seem like the future of those guys, but...*

Martin: What are you thinking?

María: ah, I notice you're upset

Martin: nonsense, I'm never angry, they consider me the fun brother *turns away annoyed*

María: yes, it looks vast

Martin: I mean it! *someone is heard entering* Eh?

Violet: Are you okay girl? Zach told me that they brought a girl for an evil plan and that *with a tray of food*

Martin: hello Violet *friendly*

Violet: ah hello Martin, I didn't think you'd be here * leaves the tray next to María and sits next to her * hello, my name is Violet and you? *ignoring Martin*

María: My name is María, a pleasure *the atmosphere has changed quickly, it is much more pleasant, that's good* *smiles*

....

Chris: Maria? Where are you Maria!? *searching in the garden*

Kris: *sniffing* how strange the trace of her is lost at this point... and it smells like metal?

Chris: Metal?

Pandy: *sniff* that seems like it...

Chris: That means

Aviva: hello Chris, we're here, and Maria?

Koki: aww these are the dogs? How cute *strokes them*

Kris: *barks*

Pandy: *allows herself to be caressed*

Jimmy: yes, very cute *he also caresses them*

Aviva: but they don't look like the ones I saw, they're bigger

Chris: Maria has more dogs, but something happened, Maria was because she heard one of her dogs running away from her and she is no longer there.

Aviva: Is she gone? What if her dog went to the forest and she is looking for him?

Hasper: *bark*

Chris: I don't think so...

*ring sound*

Koki: it's Martin *answers* hello Martin, we're here, although we have a problem....Zach!?

Chris: What are you doing with my brother Zach's communicator!?

Zach: Yes, I must admit that this wasn't in my thoughts, but since I had the opportunity...Look what we have! *shows Maria talking to Violet*

Chris: Maria! Let her go! *takes Koki's communicator*

Kris: *growls*

Aviva: and how do we know it's not another trap?

Zach: I'm not cheap enough to use a trick twice.

Martin:...

Violet:...

Donita:...

Gourmound:...

Chris:....

Aviva: *raises an eyebrow*

Zach: well yes, but this is not the case *somewhat embarrassed*.....Whatever! Just go look for them if you come across green boy! *hangs up* And why didn't you defend me!?

Gourmound: why would we defend the indefensible?

...

Chris: shit *stomps and pats a cabbage*...

Pandy and Kris:....*barking*

Chris: sorry...*embarrassed* Aviva we have to do something

Aviva: I know, I think we can track the call location, koki?

Koki: that's what I'm doing, Chris, I think you could get ahead of yourself.

Jimmy: What a price *faints*

Aviva: Jimmy, not now! Uh...here Chris, your animal suit we'll catch up to you in a moment

Chris: good *puts it on and runs off, being followed by the alpha couple*

Pandy: we will go with you

Kris: we will not allow them to hurt María

Chris: good! *takes the wolf's power disk* and since you are wolves the disk will work, place disk, touch the wolf *touches Kris* activate animal power *activates the suit and transforms into a wolf but it is something different than usual* ah ? It looks different...

Pandy: wow you look amazing!

Kris: If that means you will fight then let's continue *starts running*

Chris: Yes! *follows him along with Pandy*

...

María: *my feelings...I smell Kris and Pandy and I notice a horrible mint smell, it must be from Chris.*... *sniffs Martin* you smell like the sea

Martin: really? *sniffs* I don't smell anything

Maria: ah, it's just that from living in the forest so much my senses have become sharper and I can perceive the natural smells of people *smiles nervously*

Violet: Seriously, what do I smell like?

Maria: *sniffs* you smell like...lavender

Violet: wow hey Zach *takes his arm* what does Zach smell like?

Zach: huh? What are you doing honey? *confused and embarrassed*

Violet: shh...I want to know what your natural smell is

Maria: *sniffing* Zach smells like....*gets confused and sniffs again* tomato sauce? No....it is taken mixed with metal

Gourmound: now, now I *get*

María: *rolls her eyes and sniffs* do you smell like...dog hair?

Gourmound: It must be because of the Nasal Fossa, I also have a dog, you know?

Maria: That makes sense.

Donita: I also want to know what I smell like.

María: good, you smell like *sniffs* petunias

Donita: oh, it's a pretty flower with the prettiest color in the world.

Martin: the blue one?

Donita: don't talk nonsense

María: the truth is, pink is prettier

Donita: do you like pink too? *surprised*

María: of course, that's why I have a pink bus

Donita: mh I think you and I will get along well.

Martin:....*damn, what was missing!* if only I could let go...

...

Aviva: Chris we already have the coordinates and...what happened to the wolf suit? Why does it look so different? *confused*

Chris: uh...didn't you modify it?

Aviva: no...

Chris: well we can see it later, now to rescue María and Martin *hangs up*

Kris: *sniffs* I can smell Maria, it's over here

Chris: fine, I'll follow you.

Pandy: I ​​see that you trust nitrous more than that stop of yours

Chris: well, you know this forest better and you also have a better sense of smell and hearing than me.

Pandy: aw I feel flattered human

Kris: I think it's that weird ship over there *whisper*

Pandy: *peeks out a little and sniffs* yes, I smell several smells there, it would be best if we stop talking *whispers*

Chris: *looks out too* yes, in fact that is Zach's plane

Kris: It seems that you know him better.

Chris: ah...yes, I've also been kidnapped several times but my friends and brother saved me, so I'm familiar hehe *saddened*

Kris: good, we follow you

*Chris nods and gives the order to move forward*

Chris: Zach! Release Maria and Martin now! *demanded*

Kris/Pandy: *growl*

Maria: Kris, Pandy! *emotional*

Martin: Brother! *emotional*

Violet: huh? *looks to the side*

Zach: Oh wow... *excited inside: "yes"*

Gourmound: he really looks angry

Donita: *Aviva shined in that update* *impressed*

Zach: And why should we?

Chris: *looking at Pandy and Kris* because otherwise they will have to endure the bites of two dogs who will have no qualms about defending their owner

María: it's true, it wouldn't be the first time someone has been bitten for defending me hehe

Martin: I'm not surprised that Huskies are not particularly guard dogs, if they see their owner in danger they would not last a second to defend him.

Gourmound: We'll see about that, blueberry *taking María by the ponytail*

Maria: Hey! Let go, that hurts! *tries to escape*

Kris: *Maria!* *lunges towards Gourmound and bites his arm causing him to let go of Maria*

Gourmound: ah damn mangy dog! *grabs him by the neck and throws him away*

Kris: *falls standing and grunted*

Donita: growling is not a good dog, you know, dear *uses her beam pose and paralyzes Kris* although I must say that she has a very pretty color, maybe you would be very useful for a stunned person, don't you think?

Pandy: *Oh no, you won't use it at all* *jumps up and types Donita*

Donita: Hey! *releases control of beam pose*

Pandy: *growls*

Martin: calm down friend, I'll get you out of that state * the troll fell near Martin so he was able to take it and free Kris *

Kris: *stops being under the control of that pink ray and goes to María to pamper the ropes*

Maria: Kris, are you okay? Pandy? *the two dogs hug her* aww I'm fine don't worry*

Chris: *releases Martin* is everyone okay?

Martin: yes, don't worry, it'll be better to get out of here

Zach: no, not that, that dog bit Gourmound and the other tackled Donita very hard and they are going to pay for it, Zachbots!

*Zachbots surround the three humans and the two animals ready to attack*

Maria: what's the plan?

Martin: I don't have my suit now.

Chris: don't worry, I'll take care of it *I hope this isn't just a redesign of the suit and has something else*

*Chris launches himself against a Zachbot that was drinking Asia and manages to destroy it with a green sarpaze*

Martin/Chris: wow!

Martin: that improvement is incredible! When did Aviva make that update!? *impressed*

Chris: eh... actually she didn't do it, we don't know yet why she did it hehe * sorry *

Martin: Then we'll find out later.

Maria: Chris, be careful!

Chris: huh? *a Zachbot was going to attack Chris but Maria took one of the remains of the previous robot and sent that Zachbot away causing it to collide with another and destroy themselves when they hit the wall*

Maria: are you okay? *worried*

Chris: yes.... *red*

Kris/Martin:.....*because this is happening....* *look at each other*

Martin: this one...*coughs* you really have strength

María: oh yes, working in the garden strengthens you *flexes arm* *excuse*

Chris: * takes his brother from his shoulder to attack the Zachbot that was heading towards him * we have to find a way to escape

Pandy: *barks and signs to see that the villains are targeting the chef's arm*

Martin: They are distracted, and the door seems to be uncovered

Chris: you guys go ahead, I'll distance you a little so you can escape.

Maria: are you sure?

Chris: don't worry, I'll be fine *smiles*

María: it's fine *blushes*

Martin: *taking María by the shoulders* let's better go before they notice, good luck brother *runs away with the other two animals*

Kris: *if you asked me which of the two I like the least, I wouldn't know how to decide*

Chris: *oh brother....* *drops a drop of sweat*

* Chris begins to destroy two others who were about to reach the rest and once he sees that his brother, María and the dogs are outside, he escapes from there and everyone runs away *

*already with the rest in María's cabin*

Aviva: It's good that everything turned out well.

María: yes, I'm sorry they had to save me *saddened*

Jimmy: Don't worry, you could say she's part of our job *takes a bite of her salad*

Hasper: *barks*

Koki: yes, also the time with your dogs has been wonderful, they behave very well, or not cute *pets Hasper*

María: haha ​​yes, generally they behave well and...Razo!

Razo: *with a watermelon on his head* rau...

María: I told you not to the garden...*saddened*

Martin: you can tell that he is very polite hahaha

The rest: hahaha

Chris: haha ​​I'm sorry *embarrassed to laugh*

María: don't worry, it was a good joke...have Razo, let's go to the kitchen, I have to get that out of your head *starts leading him to the kitchen*

Chris: I'll help you *leaves with her*

Koki: aww it's cute to see Chris like this

Martin: I don't see how cute it is

Aviva/Koki/Jimmy: hahaha

*and that's how the rest of the team met María*

End