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“Prince Adam, and your wife Belle, I bring you a wedding present!” Agathe, the enchantress, exclaimed.
The wedding had commenced not two hours earlier, and by now the entire wedding party and guests were in the large ballroom, celebrating and wishing the happy couple many blessings. But now the many guests quieted, uneasy among such a powerful enchantress.
Agathe threw a body on the floor. It was the body of a tall man wearing a familiar red shirt. He groaned when he came in contact with the floor.
“Gaston!” Belle gasped. “He’s alive?”
“Magic can revive the dead, as you and your husband already well know,” Agathe said.
Belle did know this. She had felt Adam stop breathing before Agathe had reversed the curse. Agathe had not just simply healed the Beast and turned him back into a man, she had brought him back to life.
“So, for a wedding present, you brought the man that killed me back to life,” Prince Adam said drily. “How can I ever repay you.”
“I would think you yourself would know the value of a second chance,” Agathe said quietly. “Besides, will it not be entertaining to watch someone else deal with the curse?”
“Fair enough,” Adam said, then turned to Belle. “Don’t you think he’d look rather fetching with horns and covered in fur?” Belle gave her husband a reproachful look that was undermined by the smile on her own face.
Gaston struggled to his feet, groaning in pain and looking around with some confusion.
“Gaston!” Agathe proclaimed in a booming voice, a bright light shining from her body. “For your cruelty and your conceit, I place upon you a curse that may only be broken by true love. From this day forth, you will take the shape of a terrible beast, until the time that—”
Footsteps sounded just outside the ballroom, then one of the side doors burst open as LeFou came hurrying in with a heap of presents on his arms.
“I nearly forgot,” LeFou said, oblivious to the scene around him and the glowing enchantress. “There are still more wedding presents in the parlor, I’ll just put them over here. Mayyyybe you should have invited fewer guests, I’m just saying it's a lot of presents. Which, yes, good, except it means a lot of thank-you cards, and I don’t know about you, but I can never remember who gives me what and—GASTON!”
LeFou dropped the stack of presents in shock.
“LeFou,” Gaston said quietly, unsure of how his friend will greet him after the terrible way he treated him during the battle in the castle.
LeFou ran over to Gaston and threw his arms around him, nearly tripping over the dropped presents.
“I thought you were dead!” LeFou said, hugging Gaston tightly. Gaston pat LeFou's arm with a stunned look on his face.
“Don’t ever die again! It was very unpleasant,” LeFou rambled, still holding onto Gaston with all his might. “I missed you: your smile, the way you smirk, how you talk to yourself in the mirror—”
“I don't talk to myself when looking in the mirror, it’s… just expressing admiration. It’s perfectly normal,” Gaston protested.
“—and I'm in love with you,” LeFou continued.
“Oh for—I haven’t even turned him into a beast yet,” Agathe complained.
“You… are?” Gaston said in wonder. "I didn't know, I never thought to hope..."
“That doesn't count!” Adam protested. “Gaston has to love him back!”
Belle looked over to where Gaston and LeFou were now passionately kissing, Gaston’s hands buried in LeFou's hair and plundering LeFou's mouth.
“I think that counts,” Belle said amused.
Gaston picked LeFou up in his arms bridal-style and rested his forehead against LeFou's, looking deeply into his eyes.
“I am weary and need a place to stay, do you have a bedroom I can borrow?” Gaston said to Prince Adam and Belle, never taking his eyes off LeFou.
“No! You shot me!” Prince Adam said.
“Isn’t not letting someone stay in the castle what got you cursed in the first place?” Belle quietly reminded Adam.
“Fine,” Adam said resigned. “East wing, there’s plenty of open suites, just—never remind me any of this happened.”
“I want you to love me so hard that I won’t be able to walk for a week,” LeFou said urgently to Gaston.
“I DIDN’T NEED TO HEAR THAT,” Prince Adam said.
Gaston swiftly walked out of the ballroom, carrying LeFou in his arms as if he weighed no more than a feather.
“Can you believe—he just,” Adam said. Belle tucked her arm around her husband’s waist.
“You know,” Belle whispered into Adam’s ear, “we have our own wedding night to attend to.” That got Adam’s attention.
“Right, best be going, to the West Wing, far away from… anyways,” Adam stammered gazing lovestruck at Belle.
Belle guided her new husband out of the ballroom to whistles and cheers from the guests.
"He didn't even get turned into a beast," Adam grumbled to himself.
Right before they exit the room, Adam turned around and pointed a finger at Agathe.
“Worst wedding present ever!” Adam shouted at her.