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“Savior” (Gaston)

word count: 713

request: I lived your gaston x reader! It was amazing! Please continue writing more of them

requested by: anon

summary: Your mom wants to marry you off to someone other than Gaston and he has a bit of a problem with that. You also seem to be the only one who can match wits with Gaston.

a/n: Yep! Another one, because I’m a hoe for Gaston but most of all, Luke Evans.

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

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Madame Gaston

Fandom: Beauty and the Beast (2017)

Pairing: Gaston x Reader

As requested by anonymous: Gaston x-reader where it’s your wedding night. I’m the 1st to ask for one

A/N: It’s official! I’m writing for Gaston now!

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If someone told you that you’d be marrying Gaston within a year, you’d call them crazy. But here you are, standing at the altar wearing a beautiful wedding dress holding the hands of your love, Gaston.

“Do you, Y/N, take Gaston, as you husband, to have and to hold as long as you both shall live?”

You smiled up at Gaston, “I do.”

“And do you, Gaston, take Y/N, to be your wife, to love and care for, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Gaston said proudfully as he brought your hands to his lips.

“By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

Gaston pulled you close to his chest, dipped you, and gave you a big passionate kiss. The people cheered and applauded.

The two of you walked down the aisle holding hands and covered yourself as people threw flower petals at the both of you.

“TO THE TAVERN!” Gaston yelled and everyone cheered. Gaston helped you onto his horse and he climbed on behind you. Gaston gave you another kiss on the lips, “I love you, my darling wife.”

You giggled, “I love you too, my darling husband.”

“May the celebration begin!”

People followed behind you as you made your way to Gaston’s tavern. Gaston hopped off and helped you down carrying you bridal style through the door.

“Drinks all around!” LeFou yelled, thus making Gaston arch an eyebrow at him, “I mean, if that’s okay with you.”

Gaston nodded, “Yes, LeFou! Drinks all around! Music! Dancing! Let us celebrate!” Gaston’s little group of friends began to play their instruments. People began to dance around and sing. Some women, mostly the Bimbettes, were crying.

Gaston handed you a glass of wine, “Thank you, my love.” You sipped at it as you sat in Gaston’s seat. He lifted you up and you squealed. He sat down and set you on his lap.

You looked at him lovingly and leaned forward capturing your lips with his. Gaston hummed, “I can’t believe it. We’re married! Who’d have ever thought?”

You chuckled, “I never imagined either.” You gently stroke his cheek, “But you make me happy.”

Gaston took your hand and kissed it, “And you make me happy, Y/N. After I survived and was shunned by the town, I never imagine to be redeemed. But there you were, ready to defend me when I no longer had motivation to. I may be strong, but you are so much more stronger. And faaar more beautiful than I!”

“You’ve changed for the better, Gaston. I’m proud of you.”

“I wanted to be better for you. You deserve the best.”

“And you most certainly are the best, Gaston.”

Gaston shrugged, “Can’t really argue with that.”

You stood up and pulled Gaston to his feet, “Come! Let’s dance!”

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It was late, everyone was drunk out of their minds besides you and Gaston. You yawned and leaned into Gaston’s chest more. His chest rumbled as he chuckled, “Let’s go home now, love.”

He picked you and decided to walk the couple minutes to the small cottage that you two now called home. He carefully walked inside and into the bedroom setting you down carefully.

He was about to put the covers on you, but you stopped him, “Nooo. Help me get out of this dreeeeess.” You whined.

You stood up and swayed a bit. Gaston held you by the shoulders. He then turned you around so your back was facing him. He unbuttoned the back and the dress fell, pooling at your feet. You stepped out and dove under the covers in only your bra and panties.

“Hurry up. Cuddle me.” You mumbled.

“Yes, I’ll be right there, beautiful.” He shrugged off his red coat and yellow vest. He slipped off his white shirt and only left himself in his pants. He hurriedly slipped into bed next to you.

“I know we’re supposed to consumate the marriage, but I’m really tired.” You mjmbled as you nestled your face into Gaston’s neck.

Gaston stroked your hair, “It’s okay, love. I waited for you to marry me. I can wait however long you’d like for that.”

You kissed his neck, “I love you, Gaston.”

Gaston kissed your head, “I love you too, Y/N. Sleep well, my wife.”

anonymous asked:

What does hs au Gaston love most about lefou?

Oooooooh boy come on here we go

So before the events at the castle gaston had never really given much thought to everything lefou did for him. He didn’t fully appreciate it until he was bedridden and recovering, unable to do anything but sit there.

But lefou always comes to him and brings him food, some cards, sometimes checkers, and keeps him entertained. He does all of this quietly, not asking anything in return, and each time he leaves, he says “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

No one else does this much for him. And gaston abruptly realizes that lefou really cares about him, not in a superficial way.

And it tortures him. The way he left lefou in the castle and lefou is still here, caring about him. And gaston has never apologized.

So the next day lefou comes, gaston says as much.

“I never apologized for what I did that night.”

Lefou looks up, confused. “Gaston it’s okay. You were scared and confused. You didn’t know.”

Somehow Lefou’s dismissive words make gaston feel worse. “No,” he bites out, “No you don’t get to just brush this off. What I did was- was bad. I regret it.”

Lefou shrugs, though, and goes to get Gaston more water.

“Stop!” Gaston shouts, and Lefou is shocked in place.

Everything is quiet between them.

“I’m sorry,” Gaston says. The words are unfamiliar on his tongue, but the words alleviate a mass of pain. “It isn’t fair for you to be doing all of his for me. Being here when no one else is. When I was that horrible to you.”

Lefou is still staring at gaston in shock.

“You have to know how much I regret that. And how much I appreciate you now.”

Lefou stands there silent for another couple seconds, and then smiles.

“Okay,” he says, and continues pouring Gaston a glass of water.

Gaston looks forward, his throat tied up in knots. He feels emotional. It’s such an unfamiliar sensation. But it seems like a lot of things have been unfamiliar lately.

To himself, Gaston says, “i don’t know why you’re still here after everything I’ve done.”

He doesn’t expect any response because he didn’t intend for Lefou to hear him. But the glass of water is placed on his bedside table with a small tap, and then Gaston feels a hand on his shoulder. It’s warm and gentle, there for only a moment before it’s gone.

“Because I love you.”

Then, Lefou leaves the room.

The thing Gaston loves most about Lefou? It’s difficult to say. Because I’m that moment every defining characteristic of Lefou smacks Gaston in the face with the realization that he really really loves him. Not in a superficial way. Not in an expectant way. Not in a material way. It was a spiritual, honest love. His loyalty, forgiveness, patience, and compassion all make strong competitors. Gaston only hopes to become more like him.