No B E A U T Y Could Move Me ;;

nooneisasawesomeasgaston:

belleloves-books:

nooneisasawesomeasgaston:

belleloves-books:

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ADAM IS MINE!

I thought you hated Adam, Miss Gaston. -holds back a laugh, but suddenly gets serious- Don’t you dare go for Adam though. 

Hated him!? Psh, no! You´re the one I´ve always been hating. You´re not beautiful! You are drop dead UGLY! Oh, too late, I already have -smirks-

…I’d almost rather he still be pining after you, Belle. This is just…

nooneisasawesomeasgaston:

O_o

IC:

belleloves-books:

beastlyprince:

[he can’t speak for a moment. He’s too enraptured by the sight in front of him to really listen to what the minister was saying. It took a gruff cough from beside him to bring him back.]

Yes. Yes, I-I do.

The minister nods then turns toward Belle. “Do you, Belle, take Adam to be your loving husband?” 

Belle smiles and nods. “I do,” She says and grips his hand tightly. He was so handsome all dressed up like this. 

“You may kiss the bride.” 

[he grips her hands back and smiles, before the minister saying those fateful words. Then, he can barely contain himself - he leans forward and kisses her on the lips, and wraps his arms around her, nearly lifting her in the air. There is not nervousness now, only pure joy.]

[The chapel bells rings out as they begin to walk back down the isle, but this time together. A single tear falls down his cheek - he can’t believe this is actually happening. Once outside, he turns to her again and gives her another long, passionate kiss.] I love you, Belle.

[Adam stands in front of his long mirror, fiddling with his dress coat, his palms sweat and his heart pounding. And yet, this is the happiest he’s ever felt since the spell was first broken. In just a little while, a ring will slide onto his finger, binding him to his one true love for all eternity.

And yet, he’s nervous. He’s afraid he’ll do something dreadfully wrong, ruin this special moment that should be ingrained in their minds for forever. He’s done it before. He takes a deep breath, keeps himself from running his hands through his hair as he often does to calm himself (he worked hard on getting this mess looking good for the occasion), and wills those intrusive thoughts out of his head, to the best of his ability. This is the happiest day of his life. He isn’t going to ruin it.

He stands up tall, tightens his resolve, and pushes open the grandiose doors leading to the chapel. He walks down the isle with as much princely grace he can muster, but smiles at the few who showed up to witness the occasion. When he reaches the front of the church with the priest, he stands there, his head held high, but trying his best not to shake…]