batb 30 day fanwork celebration
rain pours down on him, soaking his hair and his skin and his clothes and his gun, as gaston falls to his knees on the castle balcony, memories washing over him like a tidal wave. a beast lies before him, breaths short, each one rattling through him, and while normally gaston would smile at the victory, he only feels regretful as he looks at the dying creature. his eyes fill with tears as he looks into the half-lidded blue eyes that stare back at him.
“i’m so sorry,” he says, barely a whisper. “if only i had remembered sooner, maybe we could have had more time. maybe we could have been happy.” maybe you wouldn't be dying in front of me. the beast starts to reach towards him, perhaps in an action of comfort, but just as his chest rises with his next breath, it stops, and the arm falls limp at his side. it's then that gaston just collapses, head falling against the beast’s broad chest, sobs wracking through his body.
“i’m so sorry,” he says, over and over and over again as if his words can somehow fix what just happened in front of him. “i never meant for this to happen. i--god, if only i remembered.” suddenly, he sits up, glancing down directly at the response-less beast. “i love you. i love you more than life itself. please come back to me… please.” he reaches down and takes the beast's face in his hands, leaning down and brushing a kiss against his furry forehead. then he slumps back down against the beast’s chest, another sob escaping him.
all of a sudden, he's blinded by a bright, golden light, one which sends him stumbling back, confused as to what is happening. that golden light surrounds the two in wisps that fly through the air, before they just wrap around the beast, lifting his lifeless body off the ground and into the air.
within the cloud of light, a transformation begins to take place. gone are the fur and claws that cover the beast’s large form, instead fading away into the soft skin of a human man. the horns that sit atop his head disappear as well, leaving his handsome face framed by long locks of golden blond hair. soon, the man is returned back onto the ground, right on his feet. in shock, he stares down at his hands, turning them over to check that they're real. turning, he clutches tightly onto his halfway unbuttoned top, fingers just brushing the soft skin of his midsection, no longer hidden beneath layers of fur. he glances down, eyes as blue and bright as ever, at the other man who sits before him, utterly speechless.
“gaston,” the man says, reaching towards the brunet as he pushes himself onto shaky legs. “you saved my life.”
“how is this possible?” gaston says, tentatively taking a few steps towards the man that stands before him, warm and breathing and alive. he hesitates for a moment before reaching towards the man, running his fingertips over the soft hair that falls over one shoulder.
“the curse,” the blond says. “it would only be lifted if… you love me. your love, it broke the spell, it brought me back to life.”
“i… i did this,” gaston says, laughing softly as his eyes rim with tears of joy. “i actually did this.”
“you did,” the blond says. gaston smiles, before closing the distance between the two, pressing his lips to the other man’s, who kisses back with just as much love and passion.
“i love you,” gaston breathes out moments later when they part for air, foreheads pressed together.
“i know,” the blond says, to which gaston laughs. “i love you too.”
