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One Year: A Gaston Story (Chapter Six)

Originally posted by lukeevanss


One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. When an old beggar woman appears at his side, she heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth, and the town’s memories of him, come to an end.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

Tags: @harleyscheekheart ; @jordyhaley ; @thesizeofabarge


When Vayle first spotted Anne and Gaston sitting side-by-side at this romantic spot on the hill, her first instinct was to intrude on their cheerful moment together, but she knew from experience that patience always brought forth better results. She didn’t only desire to return her daughter to their cottage, there was more substance to her plan than that. The old woman wished nothing more than to ruin her daughter’s life, she wanted the young girl to fear life without her mother, and so if it meant waiting for the opportune moment to seize her, then she would wait. All good things take time, after all.

Vayle sneered at the sight of Gaston and Anne…How naive could her daughter be? She had never left the cottage grounds until recently and her sheltered upbringing made her too trustworthy, at least that’s what Vayle had hoped. It would be simple to break her heart, the old woman thought, as Gaston and Anne rose from their seated positions. The remnants of the evening sunset now stained the earth around them with a navy tint as nightfall quickly swept across the little town. Vayle soundlessly descended into the shadows as Gaston and Anne strolled by, now deep in conversation about hunting.

She snickered at her daughter’s animated expressions, wide-eyed at Gaston while she rambled in recollection of their target practice from earlier in the day. It was clear that stronger feelings were present, at least for Anne. Vayle could read her daughter like a book, she had molded her into the young girl she had always planned for her to be…with some slight exceptions. Although rebellious and hard-headed, there was one thing Anne couldn’t cope with, and that was betrayal. Vayle was the only person she had ever known, and if her newfound friendships in Villeneuve were somehow removed from her life, young Anne would be lost…The end results had to be crucial, permanent, for such an elaborate plan, and Vayle instantly accepted that she wouldn’t hesitate to kill Gaston or use her witchcraft to keep Anne safe. The corrupt wheels in the woman’s head were spinning with a flood of ideas as she stalked their path back to the quaint village.

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Spectrum (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

requested: no

summary: your relationship with Shawn Mendes through colors. more colors to come.

a/n: hi, i’m new to this, so please tell me what you think! x

Blue

Blue was the color of the henley he decided to wear on your first date.

The darker navy tint clung to his torso as he began to doubt himself; every scenario of how this date could go wrong sprinting through his thoughts. Shawn began to cling tighter to the flowers that he was holding, stepping up to your doorstep, bracing a smile to hold himself together despite his insecurity.

Blue was the color of the flowers he got for the first date. You were greeted with soft cheeks framing the blue beauties, and a shy smile as he handed them over to you. “They ran out of roses,” was the only thing he could muster out, taken aback by the way you looked. “so I got you these.” 

“They’re beautiful,” you assure him, pulling the flowers up to your nose, letting your smile be compelled by the scent of the flowers as well as the way he looked tonight. You turn to put the flowers in your house before stepping towards Shawn, shutting the door behind you.

Blue was the start of the adventure. 

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"Looking Too Closely", a post season eleven Japril narrative fanfiction

Set following the season eleven finale, April reflects on her and Jackson’s relationship and how far they’ve come to be where they are now. Contains mild angst.

This was originally set out to be a tragedy, but the writing took a turn and things just kind of took off from there. I went with it, and ended up here. So basically, it’s a narrative on their relationship from the get-go, and tackles the way I think April is currently feeling right now. So, please let me know if you enjoyed this, and hopefully it’s in-character and great. :)

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One Year | A Gaston Story (Chapter Thirteen)

Originally posted by mortisia

One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. Suddenly, an old beggar woman appears at his side and heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth and the town’s memories of him come to an end.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen

Tags: @harleyscheekheart ; @jordyhaley ; @gawston ; @araceli91103 ; @the7thsilence  ; @blackxthexbeast  ; @hobbithorse19  ; @epicfallenismine ; @imoyu-trashblog ; @naildiva87

Perhaps it was the endless chirping of birds that awoke Gaston early the next morning, but as soon as his eyes opened, the evening’s discomfort weighed heavily on his shoulders. He cringed at his impulsivity: Friends. Is that all we are? Shaking his head in hopes of ridding himself of the thought, Gaston pushed his body off of the ground and stretched. The fire’s dusty ashes perfumed the air with an overpowering aroma of decomposing timber; He must have fallen asleep while mending the fire. After Anne retired early for the evening, Gaston was rather bored on his own and it didn’t take much effort to doze off shortly after her departure.

Suddenly, a sharp pain brought him to his knees as it traveled throughout his limbs like a lethal liquid icing his bloodstream. The scenery was spinning as he clutched his heart, where the pain intensified, and stifled an aching shriek. Since his curse, there were sporadic moments of brief pain now becoming more frequent as June approached. Eventually, his panic subsided as he calmed himself with lengthy, heavy breaths and wiped the beads of chilled sweat that formed at his brow.

Calm down,” he growled at himself.

When the stabbing feeling disappeared, Gaston absorbed the area; It was the early moments of sunrise, a navy hue tinting the earth, and birds greeted the day with their melodies while the breeze swept through the rustling leaves and tall blades of unkempt grass. Gaston could never pass up an opportunity, so he reached for his bow and arrow beside the lifeless fire and eyed a soaring pheasant that hovered overhead. As he lifted his bow, he stopped abruptly upon noticing three silhouetted figures stalking deeper through the woods, away from the cottage. There wasn’t a village in miles, he knew the land wasn’t populated. With careful, noiseless steps, Gaston slung his bow over his shoulder and rushed after them, his dark eyes focused on his prey.

As he ventured further underneath the dense canopy of encompassing trees, the sky seemed to transform into a charcoal color as his eyes adjusted to the growing darkness. More black than a coffin, heavy shade warped the sinister trees whose branches protruded in multiple directions like sharp daggers. The figures were closer now, a cloaked woman and two men, although their identities were unrecognizable. They scurried throughout the forest floor as the shade aided their escape. Moments later, Gaston was surrounded by darkness.

Panting deeply, he caught his breath and closed his eyes, listening closely for their footsteps. Nothing but silence and the sound of his own rapid breathing. Backing away, he stumbled over the uneven path, knotted with roots and miscellaneous sticks, as shrill laughter filled his ears. The cackle, high-pitched and blood-curdling, echoed throughout the woods. It was a haunting type of laugh, malevolent and foreboding, that stopped Gaston in his tracks.

Please, don’t let me go!” The voice taunted in a sing-song voice.

Gaston immediately recognized his own words when the Beast dangled him off of the castle. Grabbing his bow, Gaston aimed an arrow towards the darkness, unsure of the intruder’s location. His anger was overwhelming as the layered trees that surrounded him transformed into an open battlefield that held his darkest enemies. His face was red with rage, fire burning in his pupils, as his furrowed brows created distinct wrinkles between his eyes.

Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast!

“Who’s there?!” Gaston’s voice boomed throughout the forest, nearly frightening himself with its power. “Show yourself!”

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Not a Bad Thing - An Aaron Carpenter AU Fanfic - Chapter 2

You absolutely dreaded coming to school the next morning, but you went anyway. You knew Aaron and his friends would try and continue the conversation that failed to happen yesterday and you really weren’t in the mood to deal with them.

First period went by slowly. It was TV Broadcasting, something you had loved to do ever since you were little. The only bad thing about it now was that Jacob and Carter were in your class, eyeing you carefully from across the room. You could feel their stares burning through your skin and you hated it.

Adelynn sat in the seat next to you, editing her footage with a concerned look on her face. You sighed and tried to focus on your work but you kept glancing over to the two darkly clothed boys in the back of the room.

You stiffened as you saw one of them get up and walk in your direction. You busied yourself with editing when a cold hand came down on your shoulder, making you jump slightly.

“Thought about Aaron’s offer, sweetcheeks?” Carter asked from beside you. You saw Adelynn turn her head to look at him then turn quickly away, trying to ignore him.

“His offer? You mean when he shouted an invitation to your party at us yesterday?” I asked him bluntly, keeping my eyes straight ahead.

“And don’t call her sweetcheeks.” Adelynn added, earning a smile from Carter.

“Alright then. But yes, have you thought about it? I know Jacob definitely wants to see your friend there. Nina, right?”

“You’ve been picking on us for weeks and you don’t even know her name?” You asked with surprise in your voice. These boys got on your last nerves and you weren’t sure how much more of them you would be able to handle.

“Well, you see, Jacob’s taken more of an interest in her than I have. I don’t care much for dorky girls.”

“We prefer ‘smart’ rather than dorky.” Adelynn chimed in again from next to you.

“Listen, I don’t really care what you prefer. I’m just checking in, that’s all.”

“Well, thanks for checking in. Goodbye now!” You said with fake cheeriness, waving at him.

“Aaron sure did pick a sassy one..” He mumbled under his breath and with that, he returned to his seat. You peeked back at them and saw Carter talking to an anxious-looking Jacob. He switched his silver snakebites for black ones today to match his dark hair.

Before you knew it, it was lunch and thankfully you all had lunch together. You sat at a small table in the freezing lunch room with Adelynn and Nina, explaining to Nina what had happened that morning.

“He said what about me?” Nina exclaimed, her eyebrows raised.

“He said Jacob’s taken an interest in you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? No. No! This is ridiculous.” Nina looked slightly unsettled by what you had just told her.

“Did you hear what Carter said about you, though?” Adelynn added, scrolling through twitter on her phone.

“What’d he say?” Nina asked, leaning in so the other tables didn’t hear.

“He said that Aaron picked a sassy one or something like that. He was talking about (Y/N) thought for sure.”

“Ok this is getting really weird. I give up with them, I really do.” Nina announced just as Aaron, Dillon, Jack and Sam sat down at our table. We all stared at them in unison as they smiled at us.

“Who are you giving up with, Nina?” Sam asked with a sly grin.

“Shut the hell up.” She shot back reflexively, continuing to eat her lunch. She didn’t seem at all bothered by the four new additions to your lunch table, but it was making you a litle uneasy. 

Especially because Aaron hadn’t stopped staring at you since he sat down.

“So, Friday?” Jack asked, leaning his elbows onto the table and looking at you three expectantly. A tattoo peeked out from the sleeve of his shirt but you couldn’t make out what it was.

“They won’t come.” Aaron said simply, not moving his eyes from yours. It was almost as if he was challenging you.

“Why would we? It’s going to be a herpes-invested breeding ground anyway.” Adelynn added plainly. It was true, parties like that were always crawling with pervs and the newest venereal diseases that plagued the school which is always fun.

“Thought you might have a good time.” Jack mumbled, but was answered by Aaron again.

“They won’t come.” Aaron repeated, his eyes narrowing at you. You felt the need to get up and leave so at least he wouldn’t be staring at you anymore. It was getting a little nervewracking.

“They think they’re too good to party. Too good for us.” Dillon said, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“Really? Seems a little daring of them, considering,” Sam replied.

“Considering what?” You asked quietly, watching as Aaron smiled at you coldly.

“Considering who we are.”

“Listen, we don’t give a shit who you are.” Nina didn’t even bother looking at them when she said this.

“Ya know, it’s almost like you’re asking for us to mess with you. You’re giving us reasons to-” Jack got cut off half way, and a smug smile began to creep onto his face.

“We’ll be there.” You found yourself saying and everyone at the table looked at you with wide eyes.

“You will?” Aaron asked, there was a faint hint of surprise laced in his words.

“We will?” Nina and Adelynn asked in sync.

“S-sure. Why not? Herpes-infested breeding grounds aren’t too bad,” You said, remembering what Adelynn had said earlier.

“They’re not?” Adelynn asked, making a few of the guys laugh.

“No, just ask Sam. He knows tons about them.”

Adelynn gave Sam a look. “I don’t wanna ask him.”

“Why not?” Sam asked her, leaning forward onto the table. He toyed with the lighter that seemed to be permanently in his hands.

“Because you scare the shit out of me. And I don’t think you even know what STD stands for.”

“She’s got a point, Sam.” Jack said, a smirk appearing on his face.

Sam smirked, “Yeah, well what can I say? I’m intimidating.” he shot a wink at Adelynn who rolled her eyes in response.

The lunch bell finally rang and you let out a sigh of relief. You already regretted agreeing to go to this party and it had only been 15 minutes since you said yes.

You, Nina and Adelynn all walked to your next class together. “(Y/N), why did you say we were going?” Adelynn questioned.

You shrugged “Because we need to prove them wrong, and we need to show them that they can’t get to us.” you answered simply.

“How does showing up at a party show that?” Nina asked curiously.

“It shows them that we aren’t afriad of them.”

“But we are….” Adelynn added quietly.

“You’re really not helping.” You told Adelynn as you walked into your next class which was Physics. You sat down and saw that Jacob, Dillon and Jack were already there.

“I’m thinking this party is gonna be real fun.” You heard Dillon say from behind you.

“Definitely. Lots of drinks and now some entertainment. You think they’ll show up in grandma sweaters?” Jacob added in and you could hear the smugness in his voice.

“My money’s on turtlenecks, actually.” Jack added with a chuckle.

This aggravated Nina who’s nails clicked against the desk impatiently. They were speaking just loud enough so we could hear them and they knew it.

She turned in her seat to face them. “We are not going to wear fucking grandma sweaters or turtlenecks or any of that shit, okay? Just because we aren’t whores doesn’t mean we’re prudes.”

“Is that so?” Jacob mocked, raising an eyebrow slightly. 

“Yes, it is. So shut the hell up.” Nina said, turning back around in her seat. Adelynn looked surprised but didn’t say anything, she just continued to get out her homework.

“Make me.” Jacob shot back and Nina clenched her jaw, intent on ignoring them.

“We’re gonna look hot as hell and they’re not gonna be able to do anything about it.” Nina told you both quietly, her tone serious.

“Good.” Adelynn said, nodding a little.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Turns out, you didn’t see Aaron in English because he ended up skipping that class. You were a little on edge until halfway through the class when you realized he was a no-show.

You stopped at your locker at the end of the day, switching out your books and grabbing your lunchbox before it got slammed in your face. You sighed and turned to see Aaron standing there, a smug smile on his face.

“How was English?” He asked, leaning against the lockers.

“You weren’t there so it was wonderful.”

“Oh, that hurts.”

“No, what hurts is that you’re leaning up against my locker in a leather jacket looking like you came straight out of a fifties movie. The cheesiness is killing me.”

Aaron laughed but straightened up, fixing his jacket and running a hand through his hair.

“Can I walk you outside or are you too good to be seen with me?” He asked, following you down the hall without letting you answer.

“As long as you don’t push me down the stairs.”

“No promises." 

He walked you outside, not even noticing how many people were staring at him. You did, though, and you felt your face heat up from all the attention. 

"You’re serious about showing up tomorrow night?” He asked as he walked with me. The sun shined down and glinted off his lip piercing, his black clothes taking on a navy tint.

“Yes, I’m serious.”

“Thought you would’ve chickened out by now.”

“Well, I haven’t. We’ll be there.”

You stopped as you approached Nina’s car, both your friends watching you with curious eyes from inside.

“Think you’ll be able to stay for long? There’ll be a lot of things happening there that your parents wouldn’t approve of.”

“You know what I think?” You asked him, stopping to look him in the eyes.

“What do you think?" 

"I think you’re a real jerk and that you don’t want us at that party after all this shit." 

He raised his eyebrows, amused. "Oh really?”

“Really. Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got places to be and more important people to be talking to instead of you.” You said, getting into the backseat of Nina’s car. 

“What if I said I do mind?” He asked daringly, closing the car door loudly. You saw Adelynn jump at the noise and Nina laughed.

“I would tell you to kindly fuck off.”

Aaron chuckled as Nina pulled out, a strange look on her face.

“What was that?” She asked as we started driving. You shrugged.

“Was he.. was he legitimately being nice to you?” Adelynn asked.

“I think so. Mostly.. he was asking about the party. He doesn’t think we’ll show.”

“Oh, we’re going. We’re showing up whether they want us to or not now.” Nina said angrily, turning on the radio and blaring it. 

“The party’s tomorrow night.”

“Shit, is it really? We gotta start figuring out what we’re gonna wear.” Adelynn said worriedly, her eyebrows drawing together. 

“We’ve got time, we have plenty of time. Don’t worry about it.” Nina said, feigning confidence as she stopped at the red light. You looked out the window, hoping there would be enough time. You were already worried enough about getting through school tomorrow; this added party stress was not going to go over very well.

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So here’s chapter 2! It’s kinda slow but next chapter will have some exciting stuff, I swear. Not sure if you guys like it or not so give me some feedback pretty pretty please! We both love hearing from you guys and your comments are always needed! Love y'all so much, hope you enjoy!

If this gets some notes maybe I’ll post the next chapter soon?