Once Upon a Time (Women Fell at His Feet)
One time, when Gaston knocked up a Bimbette, he got a two-for-one package deal out of it. Two little children, a boy and a girl, and he named them Gaston Jr and Gizelle, French names to remind them that they were supposed to be in France.
And he wasn't a bad father, not really.
Sure, he sometimes forgot to have food on the tables or clothes for his children, and rarely looked after them when they were sick, but they'd take that over Drizella the Drunkard or The Queen of Hearts or even Shere Khan (who claimed to love his son). That is, they would've taken it until Gizelle got sick. Then they wished their father had a use for them, because he'd need them healthy, and he'd fix her.
But as it was, Gizelle died. She died in her sleep, too sick to even wake up. A common fate on the Isle of the Lost. Gaston Jr, who had been so polite before, told himself it was his fault. Anyone who was kind on the Isle, anyone who made attachments, they were punished. So he threw himself into fights, and did as the villains commanded, a silently hated his father, because Gaston was the reason that Gizelle was dead, and there was no coming back from that.
And then, when he grew older, he told himself it was their fault, the Iron Court, because they'd been pushing him and Gizelle around for years and who else could it be, because people didn't just get sick like that, not even on the Isle of the Lost {he was half right}. So he fought, and accused, and bargained and pled and argued, trying to prove his point. He punished them by sending them through the motions of endless trials, even though he knew who it was, knew they would never be caught.
He punished his father by out-buying him for anything he needed, from food to clothing, and especially medicine. Always medicine. He'd get on the barges first to make sure he could take anything good, anything that Gaston could possibly want, and sold them to Jafar for such a high price that he knew that the monster that had fathered him would be incapable of paying.
When Queen Mal freed them all, he didn't wait for permission, or even until he got off the Isle. The second he knew he could escape, he drove the dagger Gizelle had given him into his father's stomach.
Gaston pleaded.
Said he was sorry. He was desperate. That he loved Gizelle as much as his son did. He was a liar. He hadn't mourned when Gizelle died, he'd revelled in the extra food they'd have now that the brat was dead. Gaston was a liar. A dying liar.
Gaston never cared for anyone but himself.
(But his son cared too much, and left it at that.)