Belle and Gaston’s “Wedding” (M/F)

[TamatoaShiny123]

Gaston was at the tavern and he was angry. Belle kept refusing to accept his marriage proposals! How dare she turn him down! As the most beautiful girl in town, it was practically destined for her to get married to him, the most handsome man in town!

He downed another pint of beer. “Lefou!”

Lefou, his diminutive sidekick, ran up to him. “Yes, Gaston?”
“Any ideas on how to get Belle to marry me?”
“Well, you could try wrestling a wolf in front of her to show her how brave and strong you are.”
“Nah. Don’t you remember last week? I wrestled that bear in front of her and she just rolled her eyes at me and left to...read! Ugh!”
“Staring at words rather than your muscles?!”
“Exactly! She’s crazy yet...so gorgeous, like me!”

Gaston, not being able to cope with this, drank another pint down and swatted the glass aside before storming out. Lefou tried to follow him out, but he tripped over the recently-flung glass and fell on his face. While he was on the floor, Lefou couldn’t help but to overhear a conversation being held at a nearby table by the Bimbettes, the blonde triplets in town that had quite the hots for the town’s hero.

“I sometimes can’t believe Gaston; why won’t he just give up on her and marry one of us?” Claudette (the one in red) asked her two sisters.
“I’m not sure. She’ll never say yes to him, no matter how perfect he is,” Laurette (the one in yellow) answered.
“You know the only way he’d get to marry her? If she was bound and gagged during the ceremony,” Paulette (the one in green) told the other two with a giggle.

With that, Lefou sprang to his feet and rushed to his friend. Upon hearing Lefou’s...morally ambiguous idea, Gaston started to evolve a plan...that involved a straitjacket...

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”Ugh. I can’t believe this boar would stoop this low.”

Belle had found herself all bound up in a straitjacket (on loan from Monsieur D’Arque’s asylum) and with a white cloth tied between her teeth that silenced her protests against this impromptu ceremony that was set by the river (Gaston’s logic being that her dress was blue and the river was blue. Ergo, a riverside wedding would be perfect!)

She hadn’t prepared for this at all. She had been engrossed in a novel when she felt two muscular arms wrap around her and carry her off to be changed into her “wedding outfit”. So needless to say, she was unamused by this.

Her attention was brought back from her thoughts when the town’s priest started talking. “Dearly beloved,” (this was said just for show; there was no one at the ceremony save for the bride, groom, the priest and Lefou. Gaston figured the whole ‘kidnap’ thing would reflect poorly on his image) “we are gathered here today to bring together Gaston LeGume and...”

The priest hesitated upon seeing Belle’s condition. He started to say something, but a raised fist from the groom convinced him not to.

“Uh...right,” he continued.
“Ask about objections!” Lefou shouted!
“Okay...are there any objections to this marriage. Speak now or forever hold your peace,” the priest asked.

Lefou and Gaston (obviously) did not object. The bride, however, did her very best to voice her griefs, but her gag prevented them from being heard.

The priest pulled out the marriage contract and a feather that was dipped in ink. “Upon signing this contract, the two of you will be linked in marriage. The lady must sign first.”

Gaston knew that this would be impossible for Belle to do (even if Belle was willing, her arms were bound in a way to prevent her from using her hands). But Gaston had a plan! He winked to Lefou, who suddenly pointed to the nearby woods.

“Hey! Is that a golden bear?!” Lefou exclaimed.

Turning towards the woods, the priest didn’t notice Gaston quickly grabbing the feather and forging Belle’s signature on the contract. When the priest turned around, he was quite surprised to see the signature.

“What? How did-“
“Simple: she signed the contract.”
“But she-“
“She. Signed. The. Contract,” Gaston affirmed through gritted teeth.

The priest took a long sigh. “Alright, whatever. Mister LeGume, as soon as you sign this contract, you and Belle will be linked in marriage. Congratulations, I guess.”

Gaston grinned a haughty smile, turned to his bride and raised the feather in the air. “Belle, we’ll be together at last! You’re mine!”

Belle’s eyes widened in horror and shook her head furiously. It would take a miracle to save her from this muscular miscreant now!

But as luck would have it, a sudden wind picked up, plucking the feather from Gaston’s hand and carried it through the air.

“Gaston! The pen!” Lefou exclaimed.
“Oh relax, Lefou. I’m sure this guy has an extra feather,” Gaston replied, turning to the priest expectantly.

The priest refused to make eye contact with Gaston as he sheepishly answered, “Yea...I don’t.”
“You what?!”
“I’m sorry! I only carry around the one.”
“Then we have to find it. Spread out and get it,” Gaston ordered.

While Lefou and the priest immediately ran off, Gaston turned to Belle and slicked back his hair. “I’ll be right back, Belle. Then, we’ll be married! And we can start our marriage with you giving my feet a looooong massage.” With that, Gaston ran off.

Belle was no longer fearful of her situation. Yes, she was in a straitjacket. But as luck would have it, the novel she was reading before she was nabbed had a female protagonist who was wrongly admitted in an insane asylum. To escape this asylum, the woman had to first escape the straitjacket she was strapped into. And luckily, the book chose to be very detailed when it came to her escape.

Belle took a deep breath and slowly began to move her right arm above her shoulder. It took a minute or two, but she had gotten her arm above her head. She stepped down onto the arm straps and pulled her arm out of the sleeve, eventually freeing her hand. She quickly undid all the straps and threw the jacket to the floor. With her throwing the cloth that gagged her to the side, she was completely free!

Belle picked up the marriage contract that was tossed to the side, shook her head in disgust at it and ripped it into pieces. As she did, Gaston, feather in hand, returned to see his bride totally free.

“Belle,” he exclaimed, charging towards her. Belle casually sidestepped him, causing Gaston to trip over his own feet and tumble into the nearby river. Belle smirked at his plight before she casually walked back to her farm.

Right after she left, Lefou and the priest had returned to the ceremony and caught sight of the scene: a deposited straitjacket, a ripped-up contract and a now-soaked Gaston. Both did their best to hold in their giggles, but Gaston heard the two and growled at them.

“I’ll have Belle as my wife. Just you wait.”

The End

[MaxRoper]

I think she likes him.

Keep trying, Gaston. If nothing else, you keep people amused.

[TamatoaShiny123]

I think she likes him.

Keep trying, Gaston. If nothing else, you keep people amused.

[Sheriff]

Great story my friend, very much enjoyed it

[TamatoaShiny123]

Great story my friend, very much enjoyed it

Thanks so much!