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No one shoots down Santa’s reindeer like Gaston!
I wanna ship everything already. I'm such trash. Send me back to my cabin I've been a bad Gaston.
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‘ When we return to the village, you will marry me. And the Beast’s head will hang on our wall! ‘
|| Independent Gaston Legume, Mun and Muse 21+ , Multi Ship , Triggering themes ahead, Penned by R e n |
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It only takes two lonely people
To fuck love up and make it evil
It only takes a drop of evil
To fuck up two beautiful people
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“DO IT AGAIN! And if you miss this time, I swear boy… “
His father’s voice stung against his ears like the leather strap that struck the back of his hand, yet he dare not whimper or cry - for that would only ensure further punishment. Shaky hands clutched tighter unto the bow and Gaston aimed yet again. He prayed to God that he hit the mark this time, for he couldn’t endure another lashing. It was hard enough to see straight due to the intensity of the rain and the wind that accompanied, but there was never any excuses allowed for one’s m i s t a k e s.
It was always like this, practicing EVERYTHING - he had to be perfect at EVERYTHING, for his father would not allow their name to be tarnished by any faults. Thus he would sculpt his son into the man he wanted him to be, uncaring of how many times he would have to undergo scrutiny, for in the end he would beat all the imperfection out of him and what was left would be a true paragon.
The string pulled back and with a quick snap the arrow was released - time slowed until finally the tip pierced the surface of the target. Lips fell agape and the young Gaston flinched, arms and hands instinctively shielding his head and face, knowing what would follow. His father’s eyes narrowed, lips pursing and teeth grit - focused far too intently on where his son’s arrow had struck… all that mattered was that it was not a bulls-eye , which meant it was wrong.
Fingers had tightened over leather and in a fit of rage the patriarch released his anger on the flesh of his child. Anywhere he could manage, he hit - the sound echoed through the thicket, meshing along with Gaston’s screams - a perfect serenade of torture, that was the only reward his son would receive this day. When the brutality had ceased and Gaston’s flesh was red and swollen , decorated with black and blue welts - only then had his father been satisfied. Without even a word of remorse and only a look of disappointment to soothe his son - Monsieur Legume departed, leaving Gaston to see the error of his ways in solitude.
Gaston hadn’t moved, for every time he had, the pain returned and though he had grown accustomed to the agony he still hadn’t been impervious to the entirety just yet. Instead he allowed the rain to wash away his tears, his body covered in mud and muck, cradling that bow as if it were his mother. He knew he had to become stronger, he had to be perfect - for only then would his father love him… All he wanted was his approval, to have both his parents love him, but before he could have such a luxury, he would have to bury these emotions that held him back. It was in that moment that Gaston realized, he had to become just as vile as his father if he were to ever be strong enough to endure life. For fairytales did not exist.
Guess who is back?! Semi active and hoping to get my page back up and running. Clean slate and hoping my precious followers are ready for more of G A S T O N
I live! I am getting to things and throwing them in my queue. Been mia due to mental health but started working out with hub and feeling a bit better! Thanks for the patience ! I also got the steelbook batb today!
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Gaston plz.
Hello my precious ones! I am just checking in and lurking for a little bit, I can’t bring myself to do any replies yet do to lack of motivation and being exhausted. I have been having some issues again but I am handling it! I will be more active on Saturday night when my husband is off work. I may get to replies later or tomorrow ! THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE LOVES.
Blah! I've been extra busy with the baby these past few days, haven't had much time to get on the computer to even check in. But I'll be around tonight as long as she sleeps!
Ships I lowkey want to see on my feed because I can’t play my babies anymore because I am too hooked on Gaston. Someone make this happen for meeee, I need feels material.
Fingers had begun to fidget with the stockier male’s overcoat, shifting it further closed, while ensuring the buttons were all done up - guiding his hands upward toward the bow that accented the very top of his attire. Palms pressed down against each side of the bow, before his right hand took hold of Lefou’s chin, forcing his eyes to link with his own, words spoken through a stern and demanding tone.
“When I say look at me. . . I mean it. Now. . . I’ll ask one more time, are you going to help me get the girl, or are you going to cower away and hide here - drinking away your fear?”
Yet a another day at the palace, dressed in his best and far too drunk to make a decent decision. Gaston hung his arm loosely over the shoulder of the prince, tugging him from the group of ladies that had been their entertainment earlier that evening. He had begun stumbling and cackling - while attempting to guide them toward more amusing tasks - perhaps they could explore the armory and Gaston could have some fun with the various weaponry of the royal guard. “ Come on ~ ! The girls will be there waiting for your return anyways - let’s go have some actual fun , would I ever steer you wrong...?”
The only reason Gaston had crashed the royal masquerade was to extract his revenge on the couple that tore his entire life apart. Dressed in his finest and masked like the rest of the guests, he slipped in completely unnoticed.He had almost no plan, but he knew that he wanted to make the biggest impact he could. . . and thus his eyes had been focused on the chandelier overhead. If he could manage to get it to land on the couple during their dance, perhaps then he could end them both at the same time while also managing to stay out o view. Avoiding those who continued to pester him to join the festivities Gaston led himself away from the dance floor, and just when he thought he was away from the annoying guests of his foes - he collided with someone , a woman. . . A low growl emitted from his lips, brushing off his tunic and attempting to regain his good posture. “I swear, not a single person can watch where they are going. Are you alright at least?”
Starters today, replies to drafts tomorrow - - I REALLY need to finish capping some LUKE, because I have like only few.
The return of his future wife truly excited the him yet he knew why she had come back and it was not to marry him in that moment - no, Belle returned because her father had gone missing. . . and there was rumor that wolves had gotten to him, on his last search for his daughter. Belle had been asking everyone and anyone if they would accompany her on a search to find him, yet none would - perhaps fearing for their own lives. Gaston, would of course be the one to happily volunteer, for he had motives behind that kindness. He knew Maurice was dead for he was the one to leave him to his death. . . and now that he was out of the way, Belle had no choice but to choose him as her suitor. Inching closer, Gaston raised his arms and allowed that booming and dominating voice to accept Belle’s proposal
“I will help you look for your father Belle. . . I say we head out immediately so that way we can ensure he returns safe and as soon as possible.”
There was such a thick hatred in the air, and Gaston knew his new bride was loathing their future together. Unfortunately it was to be expected, he had after all forced her father into giving him her hand through nefarious means, but he had to do what needed to be done. . . she h a d to be his, and now she was. The brute attempted to be as optimistic as he could be, flashing a wide handsome smirk, a single hand daring to dip down , grasping against the fabric of her dress.
“Now Belle, we ought to make the best of our marriage. . . have a few kids - rule this town like the superior beings we are. . . “