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If moving house has taught me anything - it’s that moving is awful and no one should ever subject themselves to it willingly. With that in mind, I’ve been especially lax with my drafts recently because - I AM MOVING BLOGS!! And have been setting that up instead.

Y’all can catch me over here on my brand new multi-muse. It’s got all my muses from here and various other fandoms. I am gonna probably take a break until the weekend and then start following people and looking at which threads will get moved over and what will be dropped. HOPEFULLY, I’ll get the bulk of this sorted before I go on holiday on the 9th so I can spend my holiday writing up replies. If we have a thread and I do not get to you by the end of this month, please come to poke me.

If you want to preemptively get up on my new blog, please do.

Not sure if anyone even follows this blog any more - but - this is where Anne is now.

And Harley

And LeFou

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His whole body is screaming in agony, his actions having caused the pain to flare up so much that LeFou’s medicine had in the end been pretty much useless. Grinding his teeth he can feel his jaw starting to ache as well but is more distantly aware of it since his injuries feel worse.

Her question stings and it takes him a moment to admit it out loud, the reason why he is so reluctant but what little pride he has left is thrown out of the window as he admits, “because I don’t deserve it. If anyone is a Beast, it’s me…”

As his anger fades, or at least - becomes less loud and vicious - it lets her soften too. She’s not sure what has happened to him exactly while he’s been alone - other than a whole heap of pain - but it’s brought a clarity and humility that... She’s not sure she’s ever seen in him before.

It’s so out of sync with what she loves - loved? loves? - about him. His swaggering bravado, his confidence, his pride and magnetism... But given how that had poisoned their friendship (although she’d lifted the cup to her own lips and drank deeply from it all the same) this is... It’s like a promise that maybe it can be fixed. Maybe she can fix him - physically. And maybe he’d heal mentally along the way.

Could she forgive him? Should she? It’s hard to tell - she’s so wrapped up in love and shame and hate and hurt and anger... But helping him - it feels like what she’s supposed to do. And she... She wants to, doesn't she? She could have just abandoned him.

“Well, the beast turned out to be a prince in the end.” She says softly. “Maybe you will too.”

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Not wanting to tower over Vlad like a giant mass of muscles and thus making him feel trapped or anything of the sort, Gaston kneels down beside LeFou in an attempt to make himself a little smaller. A frown forms on his face at what their friend calls himself and he can’t help but cross his arms in anger. Who the hell made Vlad believe such bull? Whoever it was, it would be better for them to be dead already or Gaston would make sure they would be.

“You’re not a monster or devil”, Gaston says, agreeing with his female companion’s opinion, “what you are is·our friend, nothing more and nothing less.”

He stays quiet as the other two talk but they both sound so earnest - and in Gaston’s case angry on his behalf - that Vlad has to avert his gaze. They are like shining beacons in this metaphorical (and sometimes literal) darkness and in a way that hurts.

Finally he breaks his silence with a quiet, “why? and feeling the need to elaborate he adds, “why would you want to be my friend?”

“Well... I must admit my reasons are entirely selfish, Vlad. You a good person - you’ve been kind, you've helped us both, you’re charming and generous.” She’s used to bolstering her friends - she’d done it for years for Gaston after all. And while it had sometimes been hyperbolic - it had also always been genuine. It is for Vlad as well. “Whatever is happening with you, I want to support you - we want to support you.

The way you’ve been since we met-? That’s who you are to me... Not whatever you’ve done before. Not... Whatever this is. Please, Vlad... You don’t need to lie to us, or hide from us... Let us help you.”

Admittedly, she’s not sure how they can help, exactly. But she’s going to try - and with Gaston helping - she’s confident they’ll succeed.

“Come home.”

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He’s admittedly a bit disorientated at first. Unsure why he didn’t end up shooting the Beast (no their cursed Prince) when it’s (his) back had been turned but after the curse was lifted, he knew it had been the right decision. He had been blinded by hate and rage, hurt and lashing out like a child whose favourite toy had been taken away until the… Prince’s actions had shaken some sort of sense back into him.

Then there was the information, the memories flooding back and he had felt a bit sick about the fact that he had been about to kill the very prince he had served before. From that point on he had tried to keep his distance, from the Prince and Belle, from the village and the villagers but especially from LeFou. He had needed to sort his thoughts and emotions before confronting anyone again. It wasn’t like he had changed completely yet but the events had made him think, something he hadn’t allowed himself to do much unless it considered something that would be to his advantage.

Still, after being unable to find LeFou once he has had some time to think, his feet lead him to the tavern. He walks inside, wearing not his eye-catching red but a simple brown coat, his clothes a bit less eye-catching in general than they were before but still close enough. Some people whisper when he steps inside the tavern when they catch sight of him but he ignores them. He’s lived with their whispers for most of his life and while he had usually thought they were admiring ones, he doubted that was the case right now.

It didn’t take long till blue eyes landed on a very familiar figure and after hesitating for a second, he walks towards her but doesn’t sit down right away. “Would you mind if I joined you?”

She doesn't notice him the second he enters - isn’t watching the door waiting for him to waltz in - but her attention is drawn to him soon enough, what with the other villagers spotting him, and whispering about him - not even bothering with subtlety. She pauses, briefly and then silently, sits further back in her chair. He’ll likely spot her anyway - the Tavern is big, but not that big - especially if he’s looking.

She’s not sure which would be worse - him pretending not to spot her, or him coming to see her.

Suddenly she doesn’t feel very hungry.

She is about to stand, about to leave, as he approaches and asks to join her. She considers cursing at him and storming out - but she is aware of the eyes on them both - and it makes her think twice. Gaston, for all his faults, had been her friend for nearly all her life - and despite his incredibly wounding betrayal - he had been conspicuous most in his absence.

And while she is angry at him and his choices - the townsfolk had seen fit to follow him to the castle. It seemed unfair to lay all the blame at his door - but it wouldn’t stop people trying. She could do him the favour of at least dissuading some of them from doing so - or she could rebuke him.

In the end, she realises that it won’t make her feel better - at least, not for more than the few seconds it would take to insult him and reach the outside air - and there is... A sliver of curiosity as to what he wants... A quiet longing to have her friend back... And so, she shrugs. “If you want.” She manages, remaining civil rather than sullen, at least.

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Gaston would prefer to rush to Vlad’s side but he keeps following LeFou’s lead, knowing that her approach is better, otherwise the taller man would likely run away (even though he doesn’t seem to be in a condition to actually do that).

“She’s right, you know. You’re our friend and neither of us are afraid. So… let’s go back, all right?”

Both heartbeats stay steady, both tell the truth and somehow it makes him fell worse than if they had hated him. He had learned to live with the fact that people tended to fear him when they learned of his true nature, about the monster hidden underneath.

But every now and then there will be someone like Mirena and Ingeras and accept that part. With every time it hurts more to lose those kind of people, rare as they are. “You should have run the other way. I’m a monster.” A bitter smile formed on his face as he lifted his head to stare at them, eyes glowing a little (but they still seemed so sad more than anything else) as he repeated words spoken by himself so long ago “I’m Dracula, the Son of the Devil.”

She’s close enough to touch now, as she crouches down to be on the same level as him, extending a hand to him - but leaving the decision to initiate contact with him. “You don’t seem like a monster to me-” She says softly and although calling himself the son of the devil is... Slightly unsettling - other than a cursory glance to Gaston - she brushes it away.

“That you may be, but you’re also my friend and you’re being a fool. We’re not going to run away, and we’re not leaving you here either...” She studies him sadly. “Please, Vlad... You don’t have to hide from us. You’ve done nothing to us other than be a friend. Won’t you afford us the same opportunity to be yours?”

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Vlad can feel and practically smell the hostility coming from the man even as he acts (or tries to act) politely but he just gives Gaston a blank expression. However, as he turns back to LeFou, the blank expression melts away into a tiny smile and he does as requested, back straight and poised.

Gaston remains standing a while longer, fighting with himself not to growl in hostility at Vlad. Who did that man think he was? Storming into the village and chatting up his LeFou? He would show him not to mess with him, he- His train of thought was broken by his friend’s voice and after a moment of reluctance he sits down across from the taller man, subtly glaring daggers at him.

Any hope of the two men getting along is evaporating rapidly from her mind as Gaston lingers a short while before sitting. She relaxes as he does and joins them both sitting between them. It is immediately awkward and she feels that she may end up having to issue two separate apologies later. One to Vlad for Gaston’s behaviour and one to Gaston for… Well, as yet she’s not sure. But it appears their visitor has ruined his evening just simply by existing.

She considers telling Gaston about how she had met Vlad, the mistake she had made… But one look at his face makes her doubt he’ll find it an amusing story. And while she’s curious about their guest - the best way to cheer Gaston up and hopefully make him more welcoming is to get him to talk about himself. Clearing her throat again, she speaks to Vlad.

“How’re you enjoying Villeneuve, monsieur? It’s quite small, but it has its charms-“ The glance to Gaston is not exactly subtle, as she says it but certainly more subtle than when she continues. “The forest, for example - is excellent for hunting. Gaston can attest to that. He’s the best in the whole village… The trophies here are all his.” She hopes perhaps that pointing out the various mounted heads Gaston might be inclined to tell the story behind one and mellow out slightly.

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darkbutterfly95

OMG it has been a hundred years! I am so sorry for not being active at all but you know priorities ^^´

Alright I tried to be funny and made a ´draw the squad´ meme but with batb charas x) Was a speed painting ahaha hope you like it :D Also I feel like Stan in a lot of situations ahaha xD

And Happy Easter everyone <3

#crack #And you’re so athletically inclined // Gaston #You know there are other girls // Triplets.#I’m not done with you yet! Me neither // Visage.

zoebennson-deactivated20190603

#Who needs her when you’ve got us? // GaFou #with the added bonus of luke evans

wolfimagery

lefou: literally Winks at gaston gaston: oh wow how is it that u don’t have a gf haha

#Who needs her when you’ve got us? // GaFou

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Friend: Are you okay?

Me [in my head]: When Gaston manipulated LeFou, he must have known that LeFou was in love with him, but when did he find this out? Has he known all along that LeFou was in love with him, did he find out only recently, was it just a lucky guess? And when he threatened to expose LeFou’s homosexuality to the entire village, was he actually going to go through with it? If so, could he ever live with the guilt that he was responsible for his most loyal companion being placed in an institution for his sexuality even when Gaston himself is a member of the LGBTQ+ community? Does Gaston know that he is bisexual? Does LeFou know that Gaston is bisexual? Is Gaston bisexual? If so, why wouldn’t he consider LeFou as a romantic partner? During “Belle,” Gaston said that he deserved the best, and after the song “Gaston,” Gaston said that LeFou was the best. If Belle was out of the picture, would Gaston chase after LeFou? Gaston knows for a fact that LeFou is homosexual, and is somewhat conscious of LeFou’s crush on him, would he have ended up with LeFou if Belle had never gone to Villeneuve?

Me: I’m fine.

#tbt #Who needs her when you’ve got us? // GaFou

hardyness

Beauty and the Beast cast → No one gets a shoulder massage like Gaston Luke Evans

#And you’re so athletically inclined // Gaston #You stop that.

creoleprincess

Once upon a time in the hidden heart of France, a handsome young prince lived in a beautiful castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was selfish and unkind.

#tbt #And you’re so athletically inclined // Gaston #them parallels tho