"It's going to be great! Henri will bake the biggest cake there ever was, the tavern will be open all night for a reception and all of you will be there, watching ME in my best red suit! And Belle, in her white wedding dress, of course! I don't think I even want to PLAN a long engagement, Lefou! When you get better, you and I will plan the wedding and surprise her! You can get the band all together and strike it up!...I don't know what music, Lefou, just tell them to play what needs to be played at a wedding! And then you and everyone else can have drinks on the house, while I take Belle off to her honeymoon..."
Gaston's fantasies of conquest drifted through his mind. He started equating Lefou's recovery with his matrimony with Belle. It was imperative that the little man's head injury heal so he can help Gaston put on the best wedding the village had ever seen. He had to be well again. He was missing that stupid laugh, that constant babble of praise that used to issue from the short fellow lying still on the bed.
Belle arrived after a while, with Maurice and Dr. LaFontaine, who was there to check on the patient. Gaston tried to be a gracious host, offering Belle and her father some leftover venison and vegetable stew. They ate quickly, then headed to Gaston's room to visit Lefou.
The doctor came in, looking concerned, but with good news. "I felt the back of his head, and I am certain there is no crack in his skull. He has not regained consciousness, so the best thing is to leave him there, keep him warm and wait. I did some bloodletting, and put clean bandages around his head." Dr. LaFontaine left.
Belle sat in a chair across from Gaston for an hour, reading out loud, her voice soft and melodic. He wasn't interested in the story; he thought she was strange to be READING and using such uppity, flowery words and phrases. Belle had told him, though, that Lefou needed to hear the human voice. He was hanging in the balance of life and death, and to hear voices would help his mind cling to the "life" side of the fence.
The wheels in his head were turning, and he remembered his own mother, the way she read to him. His fantasies took over. Instead of Gaston's bed before them, he saw a cradle. Instead of Lefou, there lay a baby boy, with black hair like his father. And Belle, gently lulling their child to sleep. Our first strapping boy. Just picture it!
Belle closed her book, "Gaston, I have to go now. I must prepare dinner for my father and I. Would you care to join us?"
Gaston looked at her, then at Lefou. It would be a perfect thing, to start their courtship. But he couldn't. Not today. He couldn't let the little friend who was like a brother possibly die here, alone. Perhaps tomorrow, when Lefou's father came back to take over the vigil.
"I'd love to, Belle, but I can't leave him here alone tonight. Possibly tomorrow, if it is all right with you." He flashed her his grin.
Belle smiled up at him, her cheeks turning a little pink. Sure, he came across as arrogant, conceited, and overbearing, but the big burly man did seem to have a heart for his servant. Maybe...she might just give him a chance. At least they might be friends.
After Belle left, Gaston went back to check on his friend in the bed, his head all wrapped in white bandages. His eyes were still slightly open, with that dull, half dead, half-alive look. Gaston swallowed the lump in his throat, stoked the fire again, and sat next to the bed and talked about himself, Belle, and their future marriage. He missed the stupid laugh and irritating questions and comments so much. The silence was torture, so he kept a steady prattle, loving the sound of his own voice. He hoped Lefou could hear him, somewhere beyond the abyss.
This went on for three more weeks, nearly a month. Poor Lefou seemed to waste away, not eating, always seeming to be in deep sleep, but still clinging to life. Belle would come by often, reading her book. Lefou's father came, saying prayers over his son. When he did such, it made Gaston uncomfortable, so he had to leave, anything to get away from the old man's "Hail Mary" babble. He and Belle were being civil- in fact, friendly- to each other. Gaston was keeping his surprise wedding a secret for now. He would only reveal it when Lefou was fully recovered. So over the weeks, they shared what seemed to be a bond over their mutual concern for Lefou. Belle was starting to feel a blush come to her cheeks whenever she bid Gaston goodbye after a visit.
One morning, Gaston was stoking a fire, when he heard a feeble, hoarse voice issue from the bed.
"Gas...ton?"
He turned and rushed to the bedside. Lefou's eyes were wide open.
"Gaston...I'm...hungry..."
The big man's heart leaped with joy. He bent over and lightly touched the small man's temple, grinning down at him. "Welcome back!" he boomed.
Lefou smiled back up on him with the silly grin that Gaston had missed seeing for nearly a month.
"Just in time to help me plan my wedding!" he said proudly, going to the mirror and pulling his red suit from the closet. "You're NOT dead, so we have some work to do!" He held the suit in front of him, and flexed his biceps in front of his mirror.
.... The End. I apologize for the long rambling-ness of this, but I had to do this, and I wanted to incorporate a "Belle and Gaston meet and start off on a good note" thing to it. Who knows what happened after. I am a Belle/Beast shipper..but still. XD
This was a great read! Gaston thinking of Lefou as his brother and them growing up together was very cute. And I really enjoyed the Gaston/Belle interactions too, especially since I do ship them if we're talking about AUs where she never met Beast. So thank you for writing it! :)
Gaston's fantasies of conquest drifted through his mind. He started equating Lefou's recovery with his matrimony with Belle. It was imperative that the little man's head injury heal so he can help Gaston put on the best wedding the village had ever seen. He had to be well again. He was missing that stupid laugh, that constant babble of praise that used to issue from the short fellow lying still on the bed.
Belle arrived after a while, with Maurice and Dr. LaFontaine, who was there to check on the patient. Gaston tried to be a gracious host, offering Belle and her father some leftover venison and vegetable stew. They ate quickly, then headed to Gaston's room to visit Lefou.
The doctor came in, looking concerned, but with good news. "I felt the back of his head, and I am certain there is no crack in his skull. He has not regained consciousness, so the best thing is to leave him there, keep him warm and wait. I did some bloodletting, and put clean bandages around his head." Dr. LaFontaine left.
Belle sat in a chair across from Gaston for an hour, reading out loud, her voice soft and melodic. He wasn't interested in the story; he thought she was strange to be READING and using such uppity, flowery words and phrases. Belle had told him, though, that Lefou needed to hear the human voice. He was hanging in the balance of life and death, and to hear voices would help his mind cling to the "life" side of the fence.
The wheels in his head were turning, and he remembered his own mother, the way she read to him. His fantasies took over. Instead of Gaston's bed before them, he saw a cradle. Instead of Lefou, there lay a baby boy, with black hair like his father. And Belle, gently lulling their child to sleep. Our first strapping boy. Just picture it!
Belle closed her book, "Gaston, I have to go now. I must prepare dinner for my father and I. Would you care to join us?"
Gaston looked at her, then at Lefou. It would be a perfect thing, to start their courtship. But he couldn't. Not today. He couldn't let the little friend who was like a brother possibly die here, alone. Perhaps tomorrow, when Lefou's father came back to take over the vigil.
"I'd love to, Belle, but I can't leave him here alone tonight. Possibly tomorrow, if it is all right with you." He flashed her his grin.
Belle smiled up at him, her cheeks turning a little pink. Sure, he came across as arrogant, conceited, and overbearing, but the big burly man did seem to have a heart for his servant. Maybe...she might just give him a chance. At least they might be friends.
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This went on for three more weeks, nearly a month. Poor Lefou seemed to waste away, not eating, always seeming to be in deep sleep, but still clinging to life. Belle would come by often, reading her book. Lefou's father came, saying prayers over his son. When he did such, it made Gaston uncomfortable, so he had to leave, anything to get away from the old man's "Hail Mary" babble. He and Belle were being civil- in fact, friendly- to each other. Gaston was keeping his surprise wedding a secret for now. He would only reveal it when Lefou was fully recovered. So over the weeks, they shared what seemed to be a bond over their mutual concern for Lefou. Belle was starting to feel a blush come to her cheeks whenever she bid Gaston goodbye after a visit.
One morning, Gaston was stoking a fire, when he heard a feeble, hoarse voice issue from the bed.
"Gas...ton?"
He turned and rushed to the bedside. Lefou's eyes were wide open.
"Gaston...I'm...hungry..."
The big man's heart leaped with joy. He bent over and lightly touched the small man's temple, grinning down at him. "Welcome back!" he boomed.
Lefou smiled back up on him with the silly grin that Gaston had missed seeing for nearly a month.
"Just in time to help me plan my wedding!" he said proudly, going to the mirror and pulling his red suit from the closet. "You're NOT dead, so we have some work to do!" He held the suit in front of him, and flexed his biceps in front of his mirror.
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The End. I apologize for the long rambling-ness of this, but I had to do this, and I wanted to incorporate a "Belle and Gaston meet and start off on a good note" thing to it. Who knows what happened after. I am a Belle/Beast shipper..but still. XD
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