my kitten, belle, is thoroughly enjoying watching beauty and the beast. if you have me on snapchat, you would have seen that she was fully focused on the movie, always keeping her attention on the screen. i am in shock.
Lefou sat down in the chair Gaston had pulled out for him, before Gaston took the seat on the opposite side of the two-person table. He had asked Lefou earlier that day if he had wanted to go out to dinner with him, which had come as a shock to Lefou. He knew that Gaston wasn’t yet ready to have their relationship displayed to the public, however, he had been making small progress, and Lefou considered the dinner to be a huge step towards a more open relationship.
Many heads turned to look over at the pair, but nobody said anything. Lefou kept his head down in slight embarrassment, but couldn’t stop himself from looking out into the ornate restaurant.
“What do you want to order, love?” Gaston asked, causing Lefou to turn his gaze back onto him. He noticed a young waiter standing next to their table, holding a notepad and pen, ready to take down their order.
“I’ll uh- I’ll have whatever you’re having.” Lefou said quietly, still thinking about all the eyes that were watching them.
“We’ll have two of option three, and a slice of chocolate cake too, please.” The waiter quickly jotted down the order Gaston had said, and walked away.
“Is everything okay, Lefou?” Gaston inquired.
“Yes,” he replied quickly, feeling a bit nervous. His tenseness was probably visible on his face, telling by Gaston’s worried expression.
“I-uh-… ” Lefou mumbled, staring down at his lap. “It’s just, well, you know how I feel about all this attention-” Gaston chuckled at that, and reached across the table to hold Lefou’s hands.
“What, are you embarrassed by me?” Gaston joked. “I’m just as nervous as you are, but we can get through this. It’s just a simple dinner, my love,” he whispered, bringing Lefou’s hands closer to his lips and kissing the backs of them, which made Lefou’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red. “Now, tell me, why are you so adorable?” Gaston asked, fluttering his eyes at Lefou.
“Gaston, cut it out, I-” Lefou stopped himself mid-sentence, noticing how Gaston’s gaze suddenly left his and flashed towards something over Lefou’s shoulder. Gaston released Lefou’s hands and growled.
“What’s wrong?” Lefou asked cautiously.
“No, nothing, Lefou,” Gaston’s voice was slightly hushed, but his eyes were fixated on whatever was behind Lefou.
“What are you looking at?” Lefou demanded. “Who’s behind me?”
Gaston bit his lip, his face becoming stone cold, and his eye going from the colour of the ocean, to a dull gray mist, with a hint of darkness creeping at the corners.
“There's… There’s a woman. She’s staring at you from across the room.” Gaston said through a sneer.
Lefou giggled, and Gaston leaned back into his chair, his sharp gaze wavering just a bit at the sound of Lefou’s laugh.
“She’s eyeing you like some kind of prey,” he said with a look of disdain, leaning forward to rest his chin in his hands. “She’s checking you out, Lefou, and I don’t like it.”
“What are you so angry about? I’m dating you, Gaston. She can look at me all she wants, and it’s not going to change anything.” Lefou said with a small smile as he slowly reached out and pulled Gaston’s hands out from under Gaston’s chin, holding them and gently kissing them, as Gaston had done earlier. “I should go talk to her. Maybe she wants to know the secret to my perfect curls.”
Gaston held onto Lefou’s hands a bit tighter, blushing as he looked up at Lefou.
“I’m not gonna stop you from going over there and talking to her, but if you do, I’m gonna have to eat the chocolate cake all by myself.” Gaston said through a smirk.
“You bastard.” Lefou said, shaking his head.
“And I love you, too.” Gaston winked.
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Author’s Note: I’ve reached 100 followers! Yay. Thank you all so much. As a thank you for following me, I promised that I would give you all a one-shot and here it is. Like always, requests, tags and questions are OPEN.
Just a few things about this one-shot before you read. It’s set in the same universe if you will as my China rose story, so if you aren’t up to date it’s available here. This is an expansion on something that happens in chapter 2. And for this one shot Adam is roughly 13 and you are meant to be 11. It’s set before the queen dies, so no sadness.
Hope you enjoy this. :)
You had taken refuge once again in the castle library as your father was away in the nearest market town to gather more art supplies for the royal family’s new portrait. For the entire morning you had been working in the kitchen with Mrs Potts, it was mainly her teaching you how to make the perfect cup of tea, but she also made you temporary head of the kitchen as she wasn’t as nimble as usual with her swollen belly. You had enjoyed ordering people around, and many of the maids and kitchen staff had enjoyed following your ridiculous demands. Lumière had come downstairs to try and steal a few blackberries for Plumette but Mrs Potts caught him in the act and as the temporary head of the kitchen staff, it was up to you to punish him. You had made him sit down on a stool in the middle of the kitchen and told him that he wasn’t to speak for twenty minutes. It was extremely funny, as Lumière was one of the most over dramatic people in the entire castle and to see him try not to talk was truly something to behold. He went red on several occasions when he wanted to speak, but he somehow managed to pull through so as a reward you gave him five blackberries. You did it in secret of course tugging on his coat as he left. He lifted you up in a tight hug before running off to find Plumette, to explain why he took so long. Mrs Potts had relieved you of your duties after lunch, and as your father was absent, you had no one to keep you company. Therefore you went to the one place where it was acceptable for you to be alone. The library. You were sitting on your usual seat or more realistically windowsill. You sat hidden behind the curtains as you read ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ by your favourite author, Shakespeare. You had been there since lunch and had made good progress on the play, making it to the second act. You were enjoying the constant bickering of Beatrice and Benedict when you heard the door creak open and heeled shoes approaching. You held your breath, praying that it wasn’t the Prince’s father. Although the Prince’s mother allowed you in the library, the King was known for his different views to the Queen, and for his anger, which was something you didn’t want to be on the other end of. The footsteps began to fade, and when you were certain you couldn’t hear them anymore you let out a large breath. Suddenly the curtain was pulled back and you almost let out a mini scream but before you could the Prince cut you off. “I knew you were here!” he declared triumphantly. “Adam!” you exclaimed, “You almost gave me a heart attack!” He laughed at your misfortune so in return you began whacking him with your book till he stopped. “I’m sorry for startling you. I don’t understand why you were hiding. Almost everyone knows you sit in here when you’re alone.” He pointed out. “Well, you could have been your father.” you said solemnly, not wanting to discuss it as you knew how he felt about his father. He looks down at his hands as he sits down next to you. There was a rather long silence between you and you didn’t want there to be anymore. “Why aren’t you with Cogsworth?” you asked him, “I thought you were having lessons with him all day.” “Well, I am supposed to,” he started, “but it’s soooooo incredibly boring.” He dramatically fell down onto your legs and you desperately tried to wiggle them free. “Thankfully, I managed to sneak away.” He looked up at you and smiled. “So what did you come here for?” you questioned, as you freed your legs as he turned round to face you, his feet now resting by your hands. “I was hoping you’d be a distraction. So that I wouldn’t have to go back for a while.” he said looking at you hopefully. “Oh.” was all you let out. A distraction. You thought for a brief moment before your eyes rested on his shoe by your hand. It clicked almost immediately. You smiled a wicked smile. “Okay, your majesty, I’ll give you a distraction.” You set your book down to your side and stare at him directly in the eyes before you grabbed his foot and yanked of his shoe. He was in such shock that he didn’t realise what had happened until you had reached the library doors. “Hey!” he yelled, “Give me my shoe back!” He sprinted after you. You ran down the corridor laughing, avoiding several servants as you shouted back to Adam, “You have to catch me first.” You ran through the castles many corridors and eventually reached the servants’ floor with the Prince at least a hundred metres behind you. You ran through the kitchen as fast as you could avoiding several staff who were holding plates of food to prepare for tonight’s dinner. Mrs Potts stood up rather abruptly at the sight of you running. “Y/N, what on earth are you doing?” she asked you. You hid the shoe behind your back as you slowly tried to scoot past her. She grabbed your arm and gave you the look, but before either of you could say anything Adam burst through the door on the far side of the kitchen. He spotted you almost immediately. “Y/N! Give it back!” he yelled as he began to sprint over to you, making all of the staff part ways and stare. You looked up at Mrs Potts and hastily pulled yourself away, running towards the door to the gardens. “Never!” You screamed in joy as you left the kitchen. Mrs Potts was about to ask Adam what you had stolen but as he rushed past she noticed the missing shoe and let out an audible gasp of realisation. She smiled to herself, pleased to see that you and the prince were merely having fun. As soon as Adam had left the kitchen, she looked up to see all the staff staring at the door wondering what had just happened. “On with your work!” Mrs Potts commanded as she clapped her hands to make sure people got the message. Soon the kitchen was buzzing once more with work but this time, a layer of gossip was added about your relationship with the Prince. ———————————————————————————————————– You had escaped the kitchen into the castle’s beautiful garden that went on for miles to see. Green was surrounding you as you pushed your way through the small door that led to the Queen’s rose garden. Thankfully she wasn’t there at this moment in time, so you just ran straight through the several bushes of different coloured roses. The white ones shimmered like frost in sunlight and the red ones shone like glittering rubies. All the other coloured roses seemed to twinkle as you sprinted past them, desperate to try and evade Adam (who was hot on your heels due to Mrs Potts’ meddling). You were running up the bridge over the castle lake when your body finally caved in from all the exercise so you stopped on top of the stone bridge, breathing heavily but you still giggled in between gulps of air. Adam had just emerged from amongst the roses when you looked up. You smirked and pushed yourself up onto the side of the bridge, the hand which clasped his shoe hanging over the edge. He came barrelling towards you. “Y/N! For the last time, give me back my shoe!” He practically screamed. You only laughed harder and in one swift movement he collided with you sending you both over the edge into the lake below. You swam towards the bank, no longer grasping his shoe. He was floundering behind you, retrieving his footwear from the surface of the water. You sat on the bank, still giggling, as he made his way to shore, his shoe now secure on his foot. He glared at you as he pulled himself out. You pointed to his foot, “I see you found your shoe,” you stated, in between a fit of giggles. He pushed you playfully on the arm before laughing too. “And I only had to swim to get it.” “Well you wanted a distraction from tutoring. I gave you one.” You point out giggling. You sat there for several moments staring at each other, still smiling. He pretended to look angry and he faced away from you. “Thank you.” He whispered after a few moments. You smiled at him and stood up, your dress now much heavier than before. “You’re welcome my liege.” You said dramatically as you offered him a hand to hoist himself up on. He took it gladly and you pulled with all your strength to help him up. “Care to escort the lady back to the library?” You quipped. He bowed causing his wet mop of hair to fall into his face. “With pleasure.” He replied, offering you his arm that you gladly took. You walked slowly back through the grounds, this time allowing yourself to enjoy the beauty of the rose garden. No matter how many times you walked through it you still loved to look at them all twinkling in the sunlight. Adam paused when he saw you staring at the bushes and he quickly let go of your arm to walk over to one of the white rose bushes; where he plucked one of the roses from the bush and removed the thorns. He walked over to you and carefully placed the rose in your hair. “Why are you giving me a rose? Won’t your mother mind?” you asked as you knew how much his mother adored the garden (so much so that she looked after it herself, not any of the gardeners). “No.” was his simple reply. “My mother always says that the rose garden is meant for anyone. Plus think of this as my apology as I was the one who pushed us both into the lake.” You smiled. “I would argue, but that’s true. You are the only one who’s stupid enough to do that.” You replied, which earned you a playful punch on the arm. You laughed at him as, once again, he offered his arm to you but with a slight scowl on his face. It only made you laugh harder. You both walked through the gardens, now discussing books which was something you both loved equally, although you preferred romances whilst he preferred adventures. This small difference usually caused several heated debates about which Shakespeare play was better, but they were all well intentioned and you usually won. You were mere moments away from entering the kitchen when you both stopped abruptly. You were both soaking wet. If Mrs Potts saw you she would drop her teapot. You looked at each other, eyes wide with realisation before giving each other the silent nod that meant, ‘We tell no one of what happened and we share the consequences equally.’ With a deep breath you let go of his arm (as technically it wasn’t proper for the Prince of a province to escort a peasant girl anywhere), and pushed open the door. Almost immediately Mrs Potts spotted you and came rushing over. With Mrs Potts running, everyone else in the kitchen turned to look at what made her run which in turn made them all stare at you. “Y/N!” Mrs Potts exclaimed, “What on earth did you do?” It probably wasn’t the best time for Adam to enter the kitchen but as soon as she asked the question he entered and it caused Mrs Potts to almost have a mini stroke. Her eyes went from you to Adam and she let out a small yelp and then looked at you both with the ‘look’, her arms crossed. “Adam, Y/N, would either of you like to explain why you are both soaking wet?” You looked at each other and it was Adam who decided to speak. “We went for a swim.” He stated plainly. “In your clothes?” “Yes.” “In the cold lake?” “Yes.” “Alone?” “Yes.” Mrs Potts placed her hand to her forehead. She knew what you were doing so she knew that you’d both not ever tell her what truly happened. She lets out a sigh and points a hand to the fire. “Sit there on the stools until you’re dry enough to go back upstairs.” “Thank you, Mrs Potts.” You and Adam both said in unison. “What am I meant to do with you two?” she said sarcastically as she passed you both a cookie to munch on whilst you dried. You and Adam sat down on the stools and happily munched away at the cookies, continuing your discussion of the books you were both reading, whilst everyone else in the kitchen worked and once again discussed you and the Prince. ———————————————————————————————————– It had taken you roughly twenty minutes to be dry enough for Mrs Potts to be satisfied that you could both go back upstairs. You had reached the library fairly quickly and were both standing just outside the doors. “I should let you go back to Cogsworth now, shouldn’t I?” You said, sad that the fun you had had was coming to an end. “Ugh, must you?” Adam replied, “I don’t want to go back to the history of the castle. It’s so boring!” He exclaimed, dramatically thrashing his arms down. “That’s not boring.” You told him, “That’s interesting. Don’t you want to know where you came from?” “Not really.” He admitted. “Most of my ancestors are pompous idiots.” You laughed at his point. “At least you’re not.” You pointed out. “Thank you.” He said as he puffs out his chest to make himself look manlier. You smiled at him before looking back to the library doors. “I should go.” You said as you turned to push open the doors. However, before you could Adam grabbed your arm and turned you to face him. He looked down at his feet whilst kicking them into the floor. “Would you care to join me in my lesson?” he asked quietly. “But……” you began before he cut you off. “Cogsworth won’t mind. He’d be grateful to actually have a student who wants to listen to him.” You thought about his offer before whispering back a small “Okay.” He smiled at you and began dragging you towards his school room. It turned out that Cogsworth was very thankful that you wanted to learn about the castle’s history. Whilst you took in every word he said, Adam took in none of it. He was too busy being distracted by the one person he asked to be a distraction.
Maurice wasn’t sure exactly how he had managed to get from the castle back to Villeneuve. His mind was still reeling from what had happened.
“Now listen; go. Live your life, and forget me.” “Forget you? Everything I am is because of you.” “I love you Belle. Don’t be afraid.” “I love you too, Papa. I’m not afraid. And I will escape, I promise.”
Now Belle was prisoner to the Beast and he had to get her back, as he promised. But he couldn’t do it alone. He needed help.
Which is what led him to running to the tavern and through the door, hoping against hope that someone would help him save his daughter. It was a small town, surely at least one person would be willing. “Help!” he cried as he made his way into the crowded hall. “Please, please, someone, someone help…please, you must help me.”
He nearly collided with the barkeep, his hands still shaking as the man stopped him. “It’s Belle. He’s got…he’s got Belle. She’s locked in a dungeon.”
“Who’s got her?” the barkeep asked, seeming genuinely concerned for a moment.
“A Beast,” he replied as he turned to the crowd, arms spread as if to describe the monster. “A huge, horrible, monstrous beast!”
The villagers all began laughing. Did they honestly believe that he would–or ever could–fabricate such a story about his beloved child?
“My daughter’s life is in danger, why do you laugh?” he asked as he looked around at the riant crowd. “It’s not a joke! His castle is hidden in the woods,” he went on, motioning toward the door. “It’s already winter there.”
“Winter in June?” Jean, the town potter, scoffed with a grin.
“Crazy old Maurice,” Clothilde laughed in his face.
“Listen to me!” he yelled “The Beast is real…do you understand?”
He turned to face the crowd once more, thankful that at least the laughing had died down. He made one final desperate appeal . “Will no one help me?”
He couldn’t believe it. They thought this was a joke, that he was mad.
Or worse. They just didn’t care.
All he ever wanted was for Belle to be happy and safe. He believed the people in this village, small-minded as they may be, would all look out for each other no matter what.
How wrong he was. A fool.
No one cared to help free his daughter. Why? Because she read? Was she ‘too different’?
Anger, shock, worry, and fear warred within the artist, but all he could do was stare at the crowd. His hope that he would see her safe again faded.
And then… “I’ll help you, Maurice.”
“What?” He turned quickly to face Gaston, the only one to speak up. “You will?”
“Everybody,” the hunter replied by addressing the crowd as he rose from his chair and made his way over to Maurice. “Stop making fun of this man at once.”
“Captain, thank you,” the older man murmured as he placed his hands on Gaston’s shoulders in gratitude, thankful that at least one person believed him and cared enough to help.
“Don’t thank me, Maurice,” the younger man answered with a grin, motioning to the door. “Lead us to the Beast.”
He took one last look around the room before he removed his hands from the captain’s shoulders and started for the door. “Come.”
He didn’t notice the way Gaston turned to LeFou, or the look he gave his friend. All he knew was that he once more had hope that he would save his little girl.