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so i feel like this post has been a while in coming but i’m finally getting around to writing it. my muse for gaston is spotty at best and i can hardly focus on drafts that are more than a paragraph or so (on all my blogs, not just here) so i’m shifting gaston to LOW ACTIVITY. replies, especially longer ones, will take longer to post. 

Starter for @vainhunter

Sometimes when he house was entirely too quiet, he came to work in restaurants. Nice ones, chains, hell, even little diners like this one. As long as they didn’t mind his laptop and a stack of papers on the table with him, he was at home. He liked to see the people that came in, liked to study their interactions. Perfectly normal families, so much unlike his own. He knows in London, Peter Bertrand is asleep and going to wake up expecting to see this all in his email, or else he’s going to give the young man one hell of a verbal lashing.

Eyes fixate on a pair, a father and his young daughter, enjoying sundaes together. The man is gentle with her, like she’s made of glass, and his smile lights up the whole room as he talks to her. Something in Adam brightens at the sight of them, and he only realizes he’s staring when the girl makes eye contact with him.

Blinking, he quickly looks back at his document, signing an elegant signature and waving the waitress over. Quietly telling her he’s paying their check, before slipping her some cash to cover it.

It’s a practice that’s common enough for him, paying it forward. As a celebrity (or what the fuck ever people like to call him), he feels like there’s plenty he can give back.

And it’s his pleasure to assist such a beautiful little family.

                             gaston  grins  at  amélie  as  she  chatters  excitedly  about  her  friends  at  school,  waving  her  spoon  around  and  getting  ice  cream  all  over  herself  and  the  table.  he'll  wipe  down  the  table  before  he  leaves  and  her  clothes  are  already  a  lost  cause,  so  he  doesn't  try  to  stop  her,  just  mitigates  the  damage  as  much  as  he  can.  

                            suddenly  she  stops,  staring  over  his  shoulder  for  a  long  moment  before  sliding  out  of  her  seat  and  running  over  to  a  man  on  the  other  side  of  the  room,  spoon  still  in  hand.  

                            ❛  hi,  ❜  she  says  to  the  stranger.  ❛  i  seen  you  before.  on  a  mag'zine.  you  have  pretty  eyes.  ❜  

                            gaston  bolts  out  of  his  seat  and  to  his  daughter's  side  (  arrives  just  in  time  to  hear  the  last  bit.  she's  not  WRONG.  he  flushes  slightly.  )  ❛  oh  my  god,  i'm  so  sorry!!  she's--  she  gets  excited  about  meeting  new  people.  ami--  ❜  she  looks  at  him  and  he  nearly  MELTS.  

@vainhunter Cont from here.

Soft laughter from the Prince, eyes fluttering a little at the feel of Gaston nuzzling closer. It’s endearing, that after everything he cannot bring himself to say it. But it doesn’t bother him. He knows what sort of man the Hunter is, he’s long accepted that about him. “It has been nice. I agree.” He murmured, leaning into the other’s warmth.

Shifting his head, he leaned a little to press his lips gently against Gaston’s temple. Sighing blissfully. “I love you, both of you.”

I’ve missed you!

MY LOVE

GRAYSON

he’s  midway  through  shaking  hands  with  the  parent  of  a  new  student  ,  talking  about  the  educational  program  &  their  child’s  dietary  needs  ,  when  his  gaze  meets  a  pair  of  eyes  he  would  know  anywhere  &  his  breath  catches  in  his  throat  .  he  wishes  he  would  IGNORE  him  ,  could  somehow  manage  go  the  whole  year  without  speaking  to  him  .  but  he  needs  to  be  PROFESSIONAL  about  this  ,  &  there’s  another  part  of  him  that  yearns  for  closure  that  had  never  been  afforded  him  all  those  many  years  ago  .

❛❛  pardon  me  ,  just  one  moment  ——  ❜❜  he  EXCUSES  himself  &  makes  his  way  toward  the  familiar  figure  ,  back  straight  &  head  held  high  .  he  can  handle  this  .  a  tense  smile  spreads  its  way  across  his  lips  .  ❛❛  hey  .  it’s  been  a  WHILE  ,  hasn’t  it  ?  ❜❜  he  glances  down  at  the  girl  in  his  arms  ,  all  springy  brown  curls  &  bright  eyes  as  she  clings  to  her  father  .  seeing  him  with  her  makes  something  ACHE  in  his  chest  ;  it’s  easy  to  remember  why  he  used  to  have  feelings  for  gaston  .  ❛❛  i  thought  i  recognized  your  last  name  on  my  roll  .  ❜❜

                                   gaston  shifts,  considers  fleeing  as  michel  walks  closer.  he  takes  a  breath,  pastes  a  netural  smile  on  his  face.  he's  not  sure  how  to  feel  about  this.  michel.  he  hadn't  thought  he'd  ever  see  the  other  man  again.  and  now  he's  TEACHING  gaston's  daughter.  

                                  ❛  hi.  yeah,  yeah  it's  been--  what,  six  years??  ❜  about  two  months  off,  actually  but  who's  counting??  he  huffs,  smile  growing  a  little  more  genuine.  ❛  i'm  not  surprised.  it's  not  exactly  the  most  common  last  name.  ❜

                                  he  turns  to  amélie  and  his  eyes  go  soft  at  the  edges  for  a  moment.  she  looks  nervous,  hand  clenched  in  his  shirt.  ❛  ami,  this  is  mister  michel,  he's  going  to  be  your  teacher.  ❜

the  door  closes  softly  behind  him  as  he  exits  the  room  ,  the  first  time  he’s  ever  been  on  the  OTHER  side  of  an  audition  ,  eyes  skating  over  the  dozen  or  so  men  gathered  in  the  lobby  .  all  tall  ,  generically  handsome  leading  men  ,  handpicked  by  cogsworth  to  audition  for  the  role  of  professor  higgins  .  they’re  just  over  halfway  through  the  list  ,  every  one  as  forgettable  as  the  last  ,  when  michel’s  eyes  CATCH  on  the  next  name  on  the  list  &  finds  his  breath  caught  in  his  throat  .

for  a  moment  ,  he  can’t  make  a  sound  ,  can’t  even  remember  how  to  SPEAK  .  tongue  cleaves  to  his  pallet  as  he  stares  ,  a  bit  too  openly  ,  at  the  man  in  question  .  it’s  been  nearly  a  decade  ,  lines  weathered  into  ruggedly  handsome  features  ,  shadows  cast  under  dark  eyes  ,  but  the  face  is  one  he’d  know  ANYWHERE  ,  a  face  burned  into  his  memory  &  against  the  back  of  his  eyelids  .  he  couldn’t  FORGET  that  face  even  if  he  tried  .

❛  gaston  ?  ❜  his  voice  is  ROUGH  as  the  word  tears  out  of  his  throat  ,  fingers  gripped  tight  on  the  clipboard  in  his  hands  .  ❛  you’re  up  next  .  ❜

                                    his  whole  body  JERKS  at  the  sound  of  his  name,  head  snapping  up  to  stare  at  the  man  who'd  called  his  name.  nerves  twist  in  his  gut  again  and  he  thinks,  just  for  a  moment,  he  might  throw  up.  (  not  that  he'd  do  much  more  than  dry  heave,  having  skipped  breakfast,  but  it's  an  ordeal  he'd  rather  skip.  )  gaston  takes  a  breath,  opens  his  mouth  to  thank  the  man,  and  FREEZES.

                                      despite  nearly  a  DECADE  passing  between  their  last  awkward  meeting,  there's  no  way  he  could  forget  that  face.  it's  different  now,  of  course.  there  are  lines  where  there  weren't  before,  the  sort  of  weight  that  comes  from  just  LIVING.  something  else,  too.  a  confidence  the  smaller  man  never  had  so  many  years  ago.  

the sight of gaston with the dog, gentle and sweet and looking so HAPPY, is enough to ease any reservations he may have had about taking care of a dog. after all, he does like animals, and it might be nice to have furry little companion to keep him company. and if it it would make GASTON happy —— well, how could he say no ? ❛ i suppose he is cute. ❜

the look gaston pins him with is all too familiar, and he feels it tingle all the way up his spine. ( sometimes he hates how much gaston can affect him with nothing more than a LOOK. )

❛ he looks like he’s part hound. are you planning to teach him to hunt ? ❜ it’s hard not to fall a little in love with the tiny ball of fur when he’s nuzzling at lefou’s fingers with his cold, wet little nose. ❛ we should give you a name soon, shouldn’t we, little guy ? ❜

                                      ❛  of  course  he’s  cute,  ❜  gaston  says,  sounding  offended.  it  can’t  last  for  long  though  as  the  puppy  wriggles  closer  to  lefou  to  nose  at  his  fingers,  nearly  falling  out  of  his  arms  in  the  process.  a  smile  twitches  at  the  corners  of  his  lips  and  he  holds  on  tighter,  steps  a  little  closer  to  lefou  to  give  the  puppy  easier  access.  

consider: a horse, but it’s literally only two legs and a neck and a head.

p sure this is a halsey meme || not accepting

                      gaston hums, linking his fingers together behind his head and staring at the ceiling. he’s still coming down from a fairly fantastic orgasm and he really doesn’t want to talk about lefou’s feelings.  and that’s what this is about, even if it’s disguised behind a question about kissing of all things.