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thefamilybruno · 4 months
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Commissioned this artwork from @rain1940 for my canon-divergent fan fiction Roses and Daffodils. :)
Aren't they so sweet together?
Aaaaahhhh, I love it so much!
Roses and Daffodils 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 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.
FYI: It is a poly-v (Gaston/Adam, Adam/Belle) story (end game). Also, it's a story that involves both magic and deception. Don’t worry - there’s no emotional infidelity. And there’s a happy ending!
click below for excerpt :)
“Now what are you forcing me to read?” Gaston asked. 
As Adam settled down on the sofa, he plopped the book onto Gaston’s lap. Gaston read the title with a scowl. 
“The Life and Adventures of Robinson Crusoe?”
“You’ll like it.”
Gaston wrinkled his nose. Ugh. Reading. Again. It never ended with these people. With a bemused look, Adam took the book back and opened it to the first page. He scooted closer, close enough that their thighs and shoulders were touching, and as Adam’s familiar scent filled Gaston’s nostrils, he realized that he would read anything, no matter how dull, if it meant that they could sit together like this. 
Adam began to read.
"I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family… ”
For the next half hour, Gaston entered a serene, almost dreamlike state as he listened to Adam’s soothing voice. With his reservations about physical affection lost amidst this blissful tranquility, Gaston slowly slid down lower in his seat and then rested his head against Adam’s shoulder. For a brief moment, Adam’s voice faltered, but then, he continued to read, seemingly taking care to keep his tone even and calm as his head came to settle on top of Gaston’s too. 
Adam read another two sentences and then he placed the book in Gaston’s lap.
“Do you mind reading for a bit?”
A rush of adrenaline snapped Gaston out of his dreamlike state. Just thinking about reading aloud in front of Adam had his heart thumping harder in his chest, knowing that all of the time he had spent impressing him with his many skills was likely to be undone in under thirty seconds. 
In a panic, Gaston shoved Adam off of him and stood. 
“I’m tired.”
Adam stood too. As soon as Gaston turned to leave, Adam caught his wrist. 
“Do you really think I care about your reading abilities?”
Gaston yanked his arm away, disturbed and annoyed that Adam could see right through him. He looked at the couch and then back at Adam. All he wanted at that moment was to sit with him again. Why couldn’t he make himself do it?
“Are you afraid or something?” Adam asked with a wry smile. 
Adam knew exactly what he was doing. And Gaston was so fucking thankful for it.
“Of reading?” Gaston asked, standing up straighter and puffing out his chest. “How ridiculous.”
“You must be."
Somehow, Adam’s silly strategy was working. Gaston could feel the need to prove that he wasn’t afraid overcoming his fear of looking incompetent. 
“I’d be surprised if a peasant like you even knew his letters.”
Gaston’s jaw tightened reflexively from the insult, but Adam’s widening smile reminded him that they were only playing a game and even though Gaston knew that all of this was a ruse, he made himself believe it. Because he needed to.
“Sit down, your highness,” Gaston said as he returned to the couch. “I’ll prove you wrong.”
Adam sat down next to him. “Doubtful.”
At precisely the same moment, the two men rested their heads together. The fact that they did this at the exact same time was so Goddamn incredible, so Goddamn beautiful, that Gaston thought his heart would break. Now there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Adam was falling in love with him too.
But what about Belle?
When Adam let out a sad sigh, Gaston somehow knew that they were both asking themselves that same terrible, unanswerable question.
What about Belle?
“Just read,” Adam said, all of the confidence and playfulness he had shown only seconds earlier now gone from his voice. “Please.”
Gaston licked his lips. His eyes flitted over to Adam once more and then back down at the book. 
“In…this…state of life…how-ever…I re-mained some…time…un-cer-tain…what… mea-sures to…take…and what…course of…life…to…lead.”
Even though he had read this statement in a slow and clunky manner, the weight of its meaning fell upon Gaston's shoulders. And it was heavier than anything he had ever tried to lift before. He moved his finger to the beginning of the sentence and read it one more time.
“In this state of life, however, I remained some time, uncertain what measures to take and what course of life to lead.”
The room was silent save for the crackling of the wood in the fireplace. Gaston heard Adam swallow. When he glanced over at his friend - his very dear friend - he saw that his eyes were glassy. He realized, then, that his own eyes were becoming misty too. 
“Should I keep going?” Gaston asked.
It was his way of asking Adam to stay. He let one of his hands fall to the couch between them and he wondered if Adam would take it.
Adam’s hand slowly slid down next to Gaston’s and then their fingers touched. 
“Keep going.”
And so, Gaston read to the end of the chapter and then all the way through the next. The two men sat together, their heads resting comfortably against one another’s, fingers only barely touching, as Gaston struggled through the words on each and every page. It took a very, very long time. 
Thank God for those wretched peasant schools.
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seaslugfanclub · 20 days
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Gaston: there’s a lady in my head who calls me stud muffin
(Y/N): Please leave me alone
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(Y/N): What are you doing?
Grimhilde: I am doing my eyebrows
(Y/N): That’s a big ass mirror
Grimhilde: Well I have big ass eyebrows~
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*(Y/N), showing a picture of the King oh Hearts*: Look at this— This is your man?
Queen of Hearts, lovestruck: *giggles* that’s mine~
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Magnifico: …
(Y/N): STOP STARING AT ME WITH THOSE BIG OL’ EYES
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*(Y/N) and Hans arguing*
(Y/N): You overrated little twink—
Hans: *Feminine gasps* I am a twunk, alright?! A combination of twink and hunk!!
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Hades: You look pretty
(Y/N): huh?
Hades: I SAID YOU LOOK SHITTY—
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the-original-gays · 8 days
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Gaston, singing: I use antlers in all of my decorating!
*Not-so-distant sound of James Potter loading a shotgun*
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romancemedia · 2 months
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Beauty and the Beast & Balto - Parallels
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willowsartfiascos · 2 months
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“𝘈 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴” 𝘈 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘈𝘜
Prologue : A wind of the past
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Long ago, there was a god. He was cruel as he was handsome, selfish as the moon was with the ocean. He became greedy, greedy for the materialistic things in life. The more expensive the better, his own castle filled with hallow items that would never reach his heart. Followed with the most extravagant parties mora could buy.
Even so his heart was empty and cold, longing for warmth he knew no mortal could ever give him. So he kept filling that void. Party after party, finer cloth after cloth, and yet nothing helped.
One day an old beggar woman appeared at his door, and she asked him for a warm place to stay. She was filthy and wrinkly. Her face dropping he hadn’t known was possible, with her clothes ripped and smellyThe god, as selfish as he was, asked the beggar what he would get in return. The older woman simply pulled out a rose from within her cloak, and claimed “an enchanted rose”. He laughed in her face and turned her away.
Suddenly the old woman’s wrinkles melted away to reveal a goddess. With Snow White hair, and bold eyes she pointed a finger to him and claimed—“I curse you morax to succumb to a dragonic beast!!” She shrieked and his body morphed into an unbecoming monster, with sharp claws and pointed teeth, silted eyes and larger frame. Then the goddess placed a curse upon his entire castle, anyone who resides in that castle to be an object of some kind. Until the god found one who he loves and the feelings returned— all would stay as they were. And little did he know that the rose was enchanted, now serving as a timer until he would be stuck as a beast forever.
Quickly, the god gave up hope as who could ever love a beast? He let himself wallow in self pity and guilt for centuries, a different kind of darkness swallowing his heart.
Now, it is said he awaits in his castle for the right one to Walt’s into his castle. To not only safe himself and his friends, but also his heart.
I hope you enjoyed let me know how I can improve as this is still a work in progress:)))
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loudeaglecollective · 7 months
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A lot of ships that I drew yesterday, why? Well, because I feel like it XD
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I ship these two only because they are French XD
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dreamsoflightvalley · 2 years
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Imagine Gaston arrives in Dreamlight Valley alongside Beast and Belle, a lot of his friendship quests are poorly disguised attempts at winning Belle’s heart.
But as you get closer to him he starts shifting his focus elsewhere, and eventually onto you! What is a ruler to do now that Gaston is after your heart (and potentially the throne)?!
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tounezz · 7 months
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So nice to get back to my comfort ship
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punkeropercyjackson · 4 months
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People who say Belle has Stockholm Syndrome for Beast and Gastom is the true hero are just...like- DID WE WATCH THE SAME MOVIE
Ah yes,because a man having actual character development because his female love interest is a good friend to him is way worse than a man being a raging misogynist and trying to force the same girl to be with him🤨Y'all shipped Dr///amione and are still H*p fans and it shows
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blogthebooklover · 3 months
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Launching in 2025: BEAUTY AND THE BEAST North American Tour
YES!  YES!  YES! IT’S FINALLY COMING BACK!!!!!
I haven’t seen this on stage since high school...
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admjralbenbow · 1 year
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the inherent homoerotism of treat your best friend who has always been by your side and is obviously in love with you like shit
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firawren · 27 days
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Do you think Gaston eats even more than 5 dozen eggs on Easter?
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seaslugfanclub · 6 months
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Hiii, could you do a drabble or sm where Sidekick!gn!YN helps Gaston do his hair? Much appreciated if you do this 💖
Of course! It was super fun to focus on a single villain! (I have super short hair so I’ve completely forgotten how to do long hair) Hope you like it!
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“Stop laughing dammit! It’s not funny!”
“Are you kidding!? It’s fucking hilarious!!”
All was well in morning when Gaston decided to drag (Y/N) out to go hunting. It had rained the previous evening, and Gaston wanted to follow any fresh tracks that could be found in the still damp trails.
The trip was going well until the pair reached a steep incline, yet the Frenchman had no intention of delicacy.
“Gaston, watch where your going man.” (Y/N) warned, stepping carefully over rocks and any other debris.
Gaston scoffed, unable to comprehend that he could slip, “please (Y/N), no one is as careful as myself. I’m as graceful as a swAA-”
Cue Gaston stepping on some wet leaves, sending him stumbling off the incline and tumbling down a few feet into the underbrush.
Luckily, the only thing that was wounded was Gaston’s pride. Save for a few tears on his tunic and mud smudged on his face, he was fine.
The same could not be said for his hair though.
It was like the entire forest decided to take residence in his locks, and as Gaston climbed back up the hill (Y/N) could swear they saw a lizard crawl around his head. His hair ribbon had long been lost in the fall, causing Gaston’s loose hair to look even more wild.
“I told you to be careful!!”
“Oh will you shut up!”
Which is where we find the duo now, exiting the forest after Gaston realized the state of his hair, making sure to complain every step of the way.
“I can’t believe this! It’s going to take a lifetime to get my hair back to perfection!” The Frenchman groaned, stopping to take a rest after leaving the tree line.
(Y/N), more than happy to take a break, went to sit behind Gaston, who was beginning to prod at the ecosystem that was now his hair.
“Will you stop picking at it? Your gonna make it worse!” (Y/N) chastised, “Here, sit still.”
Gaston flinched as (Y/N) began to delicately pick out each leaf and twig, making sure that they weren’t pulling at his hair too roughly. It took a good hour or so for (Y/N) to remove all the debris from Gaston’s hair, who made it take even longer to do so because of how incapable he is at keeping still.
“Cover your eyes.” (Y/N) ordered as they slung off their water flask from their shoulders, taking a quick swig of it before pouring the rest of the water onto Gaston’s head, washing away the last of the dirt.
Gaston was glad for the excuse to shield his face away from (Y/N), the unexpected domesticity of the situation causing a strange prickling sensation to cover his cheeks.
“Do you have your comb?” (Y/N) asked, making Gaston silently thank them for breaking the quiet between them.
“O- of course! You know I don’t go anywhere without such necessities!” He preened, digging through his trousers and pulling out his prized comb that he carved himself out of the antlers of a stag. (Y/N) chuckled, grabbing the comb from his hand before pulling it through his hair.
Gaston shuddered, clamping a fist over his mouth, his pride refusing to let him make a single sound of enjoyment. The feeling of (Y/N) combing through his hair felt better that all of his successful hunts combined or the finest ale.
(Y/N), oblivious to Gaston’s internal crisis, hummed to themselves as they finished combing out the remaining knots. Smiling at their hard work.
“There, all done! Now for the final touch.” (Y/N) pulled the ribbon from their own hair, using it to gather together Gaston’s locks into his signature hairstyle, pulling it into a neat bow. “Tadaa!! Now we can go back into town without you looking like a beast!”
Gaston looked over his shoulder, running a hand over his hair.
“What about your ribbon? You look just as wild as I just did.” Gaston questioned rising from the grass, refusing to admit he liked (Y/N)’s loose hair. (Y/N) stood up alongside Gaston brushing themselves off and beginning to walk towards the village.
“Oh please, I’ve got a whole load of them back at my place, and it looks good on you.”
Gaston grumbled , coughing away his blush, “Well of course it looks good on me, everything does.” He stated, quickly catching up to (Y/N) while keeping a hand on his hair. “And I guess you did a more than mediocre job on my hair…”
(Y/N) grinned, patting Gaston’s arm,
“Your welcome.”
From that day on (Y/N)’s ribbon never left Gaston’s hair, even when he slept the strip of fabric was neatly placed on his bedside table.
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romancemedia · 10 months
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Disney Couples + Villain's Crush
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willowsartfiascos · 2 months
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Chapter One: A Touch Of You.
Not proof read!!!
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“Bye Father, I’ll be on my way now!” You shout as you slam your creaky wooden door. The old house wobbles in unstableness but it dares not fall as it has been your home for so long— it would feel wrong if it was shining and new.
You walk along the long dirt road that leads into town, and you admire the bright trees and their leaves. They shine almost a blinding green this time of year, so welcoming— just the right temperature to read outside.
You arrive in town and see many friendly faces. You wave to Ms. Jen who runs the flower shop, you say hello Mr. Dave who sells the same bread everyday the recipe never changing, you tell Mrs. Susie that her lambs look great, all of the townspeople were friendly. Well besides… him. You shake your head and move along, the bookstore was calling your name after all!
"𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴."
"𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘰."
"𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩."
“Good morning Mr. O’Mally, anything new this morning?” You ask the old fair man, the bell above the door ringing in delight. “Not since yesterday, my dear.” He tremors and he sits on his chair. His voice was such a comfort to you, he has a slight accent, but much of it was covered by his old shakey old man voice. Such . Kind man, hes always been so gentle around you. Maybe its just his nature. You Silently hope you get to grow old one day, what a privilege it is to have old worn skin. Skin that shows and tells stories of decades of choices and work.
“Ah, I see.” You sigh and begin to browse the shelves as you have a million times before. “ I think I will borrow this one.” You say and grab a dark blue book. The cover of it is slightly worn but that doesn’t deter you, it just means it has been loved by many. “Again? But you’ve read that book so many times, you ought to have it memorized by now.” You shrug but smile at the old man. “What can I say? It’s everything a person could love and more. It has beasts, Princes, and true love!” Mr. O’ Malley laughs and shakes his head. “You can have it [name], you read it so much it might as well be yours.” You smile wide and hug him. “Oh thank you Mr. O’ Malley!!” You laughs softly, and tells you “your welcome” before sending you on your way.
You walk out the door with a smile on your face barely noticeable by the book shoved in your face.
“What a strange girl she is..”
You find yourself walking through the town. Dodging every obstacle in your way. Well… almost all of them.
“[Name]!! My dear,” you inwardly groan and shove your face farther in your book. “I know you hear me.” suddenly your book is not in your hands but in the brute of the town. And probably the most ugly man you ever met. God his voice makes you want to scream. And not in a good way. His clothes were simple, a tight red huntsmen shirt with dark brown pants paired with black shoes.Childe always kept his red hair perfect and a bow in his back. His friend who was always by his side, Scaramouche. With purple hair and wearing a simple dark shirt and pants. In your opinion, they have pretty faces but ugly hearts.
“Childe. Please give back my book.” You reach for your book but he lifts it farther from your reach. “I don’t understand why you waste your time on reading this book darling. You should get your head out of the clouds and focus on reality.” You cross your arms and scoff. He drops your book but instead of it landing normally it drops into a puddle of mudd. “What gives you the right!” you huff angrily before shoving him aside and picking up your–now dirty– book. “Leave me alone Childe. I will never marry you. Never ever.” With that you turn on your heels and hurry home.
“She totally wants me.” childe sighed dreamily. Scaramouche just rolls his eyes. “I don’t understand why you want her out of all the girls in the town. I mean you have girls fawning over You all day, why her?” Childe dramatically looks into a mini mirror that he pulls out of his pocket.
“Because she’s hard to get, any man loves a challenge!!"
“Right…”
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loudeaglecollective · 5 months
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Hi! I promise this is the last one of the week, I swear 😞
Well, here are some ramdoms fanarts :b
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Lumiere and Cogsworth together 🕰🕯💖😭
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The last three are somewhat old, I think especially the one with Gaston and Lefou is quite noticeable, even so, if you have come this far, thank you and don't worry, I love you, whoever you are XD 💖🤓
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