#ber bonfamille lyons

[jenny-marshfoxworth]

Play me a song {Benny & The Jets}

Berlioz welcomed Jenny into the studio and her eyes went wide. Jenny never grew up wanting for anything but the idea of a studio, well yeah that was completely out of the budget.

“Holy Moly Ber.” Jenny was examining everything her hands reaching out to touch anything before pulling her hands back because she didn’t know what she could touch.

“This place is amazing. Can I touch?”

@ber-bonfamille-lyons

[ashlee-bonfamille-lyons]

One Look Back {Simberlee}

Ashlee says goodbye to Simba & Berlioz.

Date: A couple days after the showcase.

@simba-bonfamille-lyons @ber-bonfamille-lyons

Ashlee

This was it, it.

As hard as saying good to Nemo was, saying goodbye to Berlioz and Simba felt even harder, even bigger. It didn’t matter that she knew she could come back anytime. She wanted to be successful, she wanted to be someone they could brag about.

And that meant entering this new chapter with her head held as high as possible and with a fighting attitude.

Still with the tracks behind them and the clock counting down until she would step on that train, she was tempted to run away. To run back to her emptyish room and hide there.

But she wouldn’t because she had the proper skills in place to handle anything thrown at her.

“If you cry I’m going to cry. So no one is allowed to cry.” Ashlee warned.

BERLIOZ: 

“Well good thing for you is I’m not much of a cryer,” joked Berlioz. 

A bit of a lie, really. Berlioz definitely cried plenty, especially when it came to stress and anxiety. But he wasn’t stressed and he wasn’t anxious. He was happy for Ashlee, eh? He was even envious of her, because here she was, getting out of Swynlake, going to her dream job in a big city – the exact thing that Berlioz wanted for himself.

How could he cry with all that? He wanted to cheer for her. So Ashlee got a smile, soft and warm and proud all at once. 

“Maybe can’t say the same for this one though…” Berlioz said, glancing at Simba. 

SIMBA:

Simba was already crying, thank you.

He was being quiet about it, but he’d been crying behind his sunglasses on the way to the train station. There was something wrong about that. It shouldn’t be a nice, sunny day on the day that Ashlee was leaving. It should be a horrible, miserable day. Grey and gloomy. 

Listen--Simba was happy for Ashlee too, but he wasn’t good at saying goodbye. He could be proud of her. And he was. (She’d come so far from the sad, scared kid that Simba and Berlioz had inherited.) He could be excited for her. And he was. But, he would also miss her. And he was already worried about her. 

And he wasn’t good at saying goodbye.

So, Simba glanced away--blinked and sniffled. He wasn’t really crying. Not proper tears. But they shined in his eyes (and one or two had definitely slipped out on the drive here). He looked back at them both.

“What? I’m not crying. It’s fine. It’s fine. You’re gonna be fine.” Simba couldn’t really tell if he was saying that for her or for him. 

Ashlee

Yeah, Ashlee wasn’t surprised about Simba crying. That was a given but she didn’t want to tear up again. This was hard enough already saying goodbye to Nemo. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to say bye to Simba or Berlioz too.

Especially with that smile on Berlioz’s face.

It made her want to get all emotional. To have made someone that proud. It was a feeling she would never forget.

“Are you going to be fine though?” Ashlee questioned a raised eyebrow at Simba and then to Berlioz although her eyes were already starting to tear up too.

BERLIOZ: 

Berlioz smiled softly at Simba, stepping closer to his husband and putting his hand on the back of his neck. He gave it a familiar squeeze. He’d done this a hundred times before. Well, maybe closer to a thousand at this point. It was the only thing he could really do. Nothing was gonna make this easier after all. “He will. We will,” Berlioz added. He glanced back at Ashlee, and that soft smile, somehow, got even softer. He still wasn’t going to cry– he couldn’t do that. But for a moment the sun caught his warm brown eyes and they shined a bit. 

“We will miss you though,” he said honestly. “We’ll miss you a lot.” 

SIMBA:

Between Ber’s comforting squeeze and his words, Simba’s eyes started tearing up again. He couldn’t help himself. He’d always been a crier. Ever since he was a little kid. He cried when he had to leave the turtles alone at the lake even though he desperately wanted to play with them, and he cried after eating a bowl full of fresh strawberries because they were just so good, and he cried when his dad tickled him, screeching with laughter. His mum used to say his emotions were bigger than any she’d ever known.

It was embarrassing, sometimes, but for the most part--Simba had always appreciated it. He couldn’t imagine being any other way. 

He wasn’t embarrassed now. And, though he’d feel a little bit bad making Ashlee cry or think he was sad (well, he was sad, but he wasn’t all sad), he knew this was just…how he expressed himself when his heart felt too big for his chest. 

“Yeah,” Simba said, voice cracking a bit. He cleared his throat. “But don’t worry about us. Just--go and be amazing. ‘Cause you will be. Just don’t forget us little guys when you’re a famous ballerina.” 

Ashlee

“As if.” Ashlee stated very sternly, very seriously, she would never forget them, and just like that a couple tears were already starting to fall down but she was okay with it. Where once ago she would turn away or wipe them away so no one saw her cry she owned those tears.

This was going to be a hard goodbye- a hard see you later - despite it being for bigger and better things.

“You guys know you’re one of the best things that happened to me right? I’m super thankful for everything you did, for all the chances you took on me. Being the best guardian figures while being the best older brother vibes.” Ashlee mused looking at Berlioz for a moment. “And the best Dad I’ve have had.” Ashlee stated simply moving to look at Simba. Sure she didn’t say it often, in fact she may have said it less then a handful of times but if she had to call anyone her Dad it would be Simba. “I love you guys a lot. Okay? And you know me- I hate being sappy like this so take it or leave it. This is what you’re getting.” She sniffled slightly at it.

BERLIOZ: 

Older brother. Honestly – the compliment meant more than he could say. He had always thought he was a shit older brother, really. He and Marie squabbled or struggled through awkward silences. He never really knew how to talk to her, and though things were getting better between them now, there were still so many times he felt like a stranger to her, like the both of them were roleplaying what it was like to be related. So he felt bad about that. Marie deserved better.

And when Jenny came into his life… well, same thing, really. He had been so bloody worried that he wouldn’t know how to talk to her and that he’d let her down. She hadn’t asked for him. He hadn’t asked for her. Maybe he was just kind of shitty at it? 

But things had been better with Jenny. And there were probably loads of reasons for that, but one of them was definitely Ashlee, who had taught him more about being quiet, but present– supportive and understanding, even of each other’s differences.

So he was grateful to her too. So grateful he couldn’t put it to words, he really couldn’t. 

“I’ll take it. Thanks,” he told her quietly. “Just know– you always got family with us.” 

It wasn’t much, but he meant it with his whole heart. 

SIMBA:When Simba and Berlioz had decided to adopt Ashlee, it hadn’t even been a choice, really. It had been the right thing to do. It had been the only thing to do. But that didn’t mean it hadn’t changed Simba too. With Kiara, she’d always been his in a way. They’d known each other nearly their whole lives. Kiara coming back into his life was like remembering a piece of his heart that had been lost between couch cushions, just waiting to be rediscovered. 

Ashlee was different.

Ashlee was brand new. She taught Simba patience and how to be there for someone without knowing them first. And she’d taught him resilience. And even if she hadn’t taught him anything at all: he’d gotten to watch her bloom. That was the most amazing part. 

The Ashlee that stood before him right now, on her way to London and her dreams, was an entirely different girl than the one who they’d taken home from the courthouse that day. She’d gained a voice and confidence. She stood taller. She laughed more.

That was the greatest gift. Her laugh and her smile--and her love. 

Simba didn’t care if she ever called him dad. He was just happy that they’d found each other. That they’d all found each other. 

Words, to him, weren’t enough to express this. Instead, he stepped forward and leaned down to wrap Ashlee up in a tight hug, tears spilling over as he squeezed his eyes shut. 

“I’m so proud of you,” he told her, holding her close. “We love you too.” 

Ashlee

A bell rang behind them, a single she needed to get on the train sooner than later even though for a moment she was tempted to just not. This is where she felt the happiest, the safest, despite all the challenges.

But she hadn’t been raised to hide from a challenge, and she knew Simba and Berlioz wanted this for her, Nemo wanted this for her.

She would excel, she would grow and she would have a great future, with a family cheering her on. Blood or not. This was her family.

Pulling them in for one more hug, Ashlee squeezed them as tightly as she could (Without hurting anyone).

With one final nod, one to say she got this, to say she knew they had her back, to say everything would be okay. Ashlee grabbed her last back and headed onto the train.

To bigger and better things and when she looked back, it was only with fond memories and smiles and a lot of love.

[jenny-marshfoxworth]

To be fair, to Jenny, dinner parties were fancy shit to her.

She wasn't about to have one of those anytime soon and that felt big and lofty and unknown.

"Do one of those dance until you can't fundraiser things. I don't know what you would fund-raise for but..." Jenny shrugged.

@ber-bonfamille-lyons @simba-bonfamille-lyons

Touring Strawberry Hill /./ [Simber + Jenny]

[jere-me--oh-my]

for @lou-bonfightme, @ber-bonfamille-lyons & @marie-a-bonfamille

[doc-hudson]

Doc’s holiday presents

Note: The presents were/are to be given to their respective recipients on Dec 18, they don’t quite qualify as Chanukah presents, nor as Christmas ones.

Click the names.

King

@kingofdemxns

Spoiled. Rotten.

Luca

@lucathedreamer

Milo

@plutothe-pup​

Pretend it’s the correct info, pls and thank.

Cruz (and Bessie and Grandma Ramirez)

@cruzzramirez​

Hiro (and Mochi)

@superhiro-hamada​

Simba (and Berlioz)

@simba-bonfamille-lyons , @ber-bonfamille-lyons​

Hera

@thesorceress-hera​

Smee (and Squeaky)

@apirateslifefor--smee​

Seamus

@apennywasted

Lightning

@lightning-kachow

Jessica

@notbad-justsungthatway​

Agustin and Mirabel

@accident-prone-agustin​ , @waitingona-mirabel​

Evangeline

@evangelinee

Errol

@hngrylikethewoolf

Waldo

[labellerose-acheron]

Belle’s Christmas Gifts

For Hades @trip-downtheriverstyx: probably a few books, also maybe a dinner reservation at a new restaurant in NTO for a lil date :) making an #effort

For Howl and Maggie @oh-heartlessman: some board games -- probably with a little bit of a magical element or smth that she got from Ingary idk

For Berlioz @ber-bonfamille-lyons: a book on that composer from that movie that’s coming out i’m too lazy to look it up, you know the one im talking about <3

For Merida @heart-of-dunbroch: toys for angus, maybe some nice kickboxing gloves in a nice dark red

For Ting-Ting @princess-ting-ting: some magical face masks from howl’s selection :)

For Vanessa @vanecessary-conditions: some reagents she bought from pepa

For Gil @agentgrumpy-gils: a nice pen :) for work :)

For Pepa @letitrain-letitsnow-letitgo: a nice pair of pants like the ones she has that pepa complimented that one time (this is a terrible gift but i think it’s sooo cute of her)

For Ashlee @ashlee-bonfamille-lyons: some headbands/hair bows bc that’s the kind of thing opal likes and she knows ashlee likes to dye her hair uwu

For Barbie @estrelllas: she didn’t know what to get barbie so she just got her a gift card to hatter’s lol

For Ella and Willa @cinderellaashbourne: willa got some baby toys; ella probably got some yarn to knit with

For Tibbs @exsgttibbs: also a picture frame with pics of him and tibby w the babies; probably got tibby like a stuffed dog or smth

For Hera @thesorceress-hera: a picture frame with recent pictures of the babiesss :)

For Anna @sommer-girl: a notebook probs w some encouraging thing on the front of it

For Jake @crickey-itsjake: a notebook as well ahaha she’s not creative but she had to give smth to all the agents

For Holley @miss-holleyshiftwell: a nice fountain pen

For San @sanmononoke: the first few nancy drew novels -- easy enough for san to read and she thinks she’d like them

For Martin @geehosaphat: a few little potions for different things like healing a cut or finding out the temperature, etc etc.

For Amity @blight-magic: probably a gift card to a few different shops so that amity can get what she wants/needs since belle knows she doesn’t have her parents to get her stuff; but also probably got her a book -- maybe another fantasy series similar to hecate -- and maybe another mug that stays warm, basically amity got a lot of gifts bc belle wanted to make sure she had enough

For Snow @lady-snow-flower: a nice quilt that she bought in NTO it’s was actually a bit expensive but she feels she owes her so

For Eilonwy @eilonwy-notjustgirl: some cookies she tried to make (big deal lmao belle doesn’t bake) and a nice sweater bc she worries about eilonwy even tho she doesn’t need to lol

For Hatter @davidhatter: a nice scarf : ) you  can decide what color (belle is partial to blue)

For Greg @notmuchofatail: a donation of old baby blankets for the dog and cat kennels uwu

[jenny-marshfoxworth]

The touch wasn't enough to calm Jenny down but it was enough to make her at least take one deep breath and stop talking. Enough to let Berlioz getting some words in.

"I guess that makes sense." Jenny hadn't wanted to just abandon it, especially if it wasn't it. Then she just got rid of some really cool old jewellery.

"Yeah I'll just - uh get rid of it."

@ber-bonfamille-lyons

Cool About It || Benny & The Jets

[lou-bonfightme]

he's not heavy, he's my brother; a playlist for Toulouse and Berlioz

@ber-bonfamille-lyons

listen here.

tracklist:

achilles come down - gang of youths

paloma - MIKA

maman - beyries

pavement - wingtip

sky full of song - florence + the machine

mausoleum - seryn

come on, brother - lawrence, linus lawrence

younger - a great big world

happier - marshmello, bastille

brothers - penny and the sparrow

brother - lord huron

some choice lyrics that make me cry below the cut:

Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, come down Won't you get up off, get up off the roof? The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken Remember the pact of our youth Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping Since there is no me without you

Do you need, do you need a change From these old, weary ways? Counting down, counting down the days But we're both too afraid Letting go and leaning out of frame (frame) Two souls out of space

And I can tell that I'm in trouble When that music starts to play In a city without seasons It keeps raining in L.A. I feel like I'm about to fall The room begins to sway And I can hear the sirens But I cannot walk away Grab me by my ankles I've been flying for too long I couldn't hide from the Thunder in a sky full of song

And the kids seem to grow so much faster The older and older I get But time is a clever invention We are helplessly participant Oh we know you've got the soul my brother Why you trying to hide? And the heart is a beast that'll keep you bleeding, Learn to let it lie In the walls of the mausoleum

You know that this is not the end I'm always just around the bend So come on, brother You know I'd never find another Best friend

Lately, I've been, I've been thinking I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier Even though I might not like this I think that you'll be happier, I want you to be happier

How long have I known you, brother? Hundreds of lives, thousands of years How many miles have we wandered Under the sky, chasing our fear? Some kind of trouble is coming Don't know when, don't know what I will stand by you, brother 'Til the daylight comes or I'm dead and gone

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Come join the Madrigals in celebrating Isabela and Clayton at la Casita. There will be music, refreshments, a cake! Chill vibes, not like super wedding heavy.

Below the cut is the guest list. We tried to include someone from every mun and everyone is allowed a plus one! So feel free to invite your SOs and friends, etc.

@alana-the-brilliant, @go-askalice, @princess-ting-ting, @alzcomicbarn, @letitrain-letitsnow-letitgo, @ashlee-bonfamille-lyons, @oliversaluki, @haveyoumet-dolores, @marie-a-bonfamille, @thesorceress-hera, @tirameunpaso-felix, @babettexdurand, @labellerose-acheron, @simba-bonfamille-lyons, @mamabear-elinor, @waitingona-mirabel, @lightning-kachow, @moon-yeongjun, @moon-yeongtae, @genevieve-davenport, @ariel-the-defiant, @aquata-the-champ, @assistedbyreason, @amelia-o-gabble, @sanmononoke, @kouros-herc, @sebastian-morey, @exsqueak-me, @ber-bonfamille-lyons, @trip-downtheriverstyx, @lady-snow-flower, @northwestxprincess, @displacedprincess, @mads-morey, @elliot-morey, @isaac-morey, @doc-hudson, @accident-prone-agustin, @hngrylikethewoolf, @cruzzramirez, @princess-su, @kenneth-carson, @dr-drckken, @toby-determined (i want to specifically say he's getting invited bc he is media and that's it.), @miss-holleyshiftwell (reminded me to add holley too), @jere-me--oh-my, @geehosaphat, @ugly-anastasia

*if you have a connection to clayton or isabela and think you should be on this list...MY BAD, please just message me or bee! additionally, if you don't have anyone on this list and don't have a plus one option, let me or bee know and we can brainstorm ways for you to be there!

[simba-bonfamille-lyons]

A Very Merry Parent Trap /./ [Simber + Opalou]

@ber-bonfamille-lyons, @lou-bonfightme

"I’ll get the door!” Simba announced to no one in particular, considering Berlioz was the only other one home. Ashlee was out with friends, which was why they’d chosen this night in particular to have everyone over. Didn’t want to stress her out when this (inevitably - Berlioz’s negativity) potentially blew up.

Simba didn’t think it was going to. It was going to go well! He was determined for it to. Because the holidays were about family (according to Ber) and this was the perfect opportunity to get everyone together and fix everything (according to the Hallmark movies Simba had been binging.)

“Hey!” Simba beamed as he opened the door. “Woah,” he blurted a second later, unable to help himself. He had figured that it’d be weird to see her, but that didn’t even come close. She looked so much like Belle had at her age it was a little uncanny. Kind of cool. Simba was jealous. He wished he had a daughter that had come back in time to say hi to him.

“Hi Oncle Simba!” Opal chirped.

Well, he supposed he would take a niece.

 Immediately, Opal sank down to pet the dogs, rubbing all of them on the head. “Aw, hey old man!” she said to Bowie, kissing him on the nose.

“Hey,” Simba said, shaking Lou’s hand as he came through the door. “You can put the presents under the tree.”

“Is there one for me?” Opal asked, popping up and gliding towards Simba. She popped up on her toes for a hug, which Simba obliged, still kind of feeling some weird sense of deja vu.

“Course there is one for you, sorry if it’s not great--short notice and all that.”

“I’m sure it’s great, where is Oncle Berlioz?”

“In the kitchen.”

“Great.” Opal headed in that direction without having to be told where it was.

[simba’s outfit, with this shirt and these pants] [toulouse’s outfit] [opal’s outfit]

[jenny-marshfoxworth]

Jenny grinned, a little jump skip thing when Penny called out. Her suitcase bouncing with the movement as she dragged it behind her.

"Oh that's dangerous girl. I will pick the best room. " Jenny stated with a grin bonding up the steps. While dorms was her first time living away from her parents. This really felt like she was an adult and special, living on her own. (With a roommate)

"Have you met my brother by the way? Berlioz? He's gonna help with some of the boxes and sorting and things like that." Jenny offered gesturing to her brother and then to Penny. "Penny/Ber-...iloz, Ber/Penny."

Nesting || PB&J

[ber-bonfamille-lyons]

Mother Mother || Simber

Right, so er, dinner at the Tritons had happened. 

They got home earlier than expected precisely because dinner at the Tritons had happened-- happened in all the usual dramatics that the Tritons were so infamous for, so really, Berlioz shouldn’t be surprised. But he was, a little. It was one of those things, y’know? He could look back in time over his shoulder and see all the little clues that Sarabi had left for himself and for Simba, and he could see the ways in which he had completely ignored them, probably on purpose, and he knew there was a way for him to have avoided the confrontation of tonight, if he’d only been a bit more mature and brave and all that. 

But Berlioz was not those things. He might be better than he was at eighteen, but he still had a lovely talent for only seeing things clearly after they’d happened. So here he was, and here Simba was, after the fact. They got to decide where to go from here.

Well, Simba did. Sarabi was Ber’s mother-in-law which was still a very different thing than a mother. Ber knew the role he should play. It might be a bit hard though because the shock was wearing off as Ber was taking off his coat, hanging up his scarf...

What was left was something much kinder: happiness. For Sarabi. Dating Triton, Ber thought, was a good thing.

He was not sure if Simba would think that. He was probably very sure he would not want to hear it.

“Do you want hot chocolate?” was the first question Berlioz asked then, before the obvious one (are you okay? do you want to talk?) “I think I want hot chocolate.” 

@simba-bonfamille-lyons​

[dr-drckken]

Ber’s Crème Brûlée

@ber-bonfamille-lyons

I must give a explanation behind each one because that’s who I am as a person. OKAY, so actually Ber was a very hard one for me because I was trying to think of a food that made sense to for him as a character. I was trying to think of something maybe chocolate-y to rep the black clothes aesthetic but then also fit with like music or noise. Then I was like well he’s French right? And creme brulee is like something you can eat on your own, it’s rich ehe, and it’s got the hard sugar on top that you CRONCH through that gives it that extra experience of getting to listen to something, as well as that added texture. <3 There’s really nothing special about this recipe compared to anything I’m sure you can find online, except for maybe how you don’t have to use a whole fucking chef torch to achieve the hard sugar topping.

Ingredients:

6 eggs

4 cups of cream

1/2 cup of sugar

1 teaspoon of vanilla extract

pinch of salt

and then another like 1/2 cup of sugar for the crunchy topping !

Instructions:

Pre-heat that oven of yours to 325 degrees Fahrenheit. Set your remekins in a roasting pan.

Get out a bowl that’s deep enough that when you’re stirring it you’re not going to be frustrated by the volume and scared the stuff is going to go seeping over the edges. So like big but not big enough that’s you’re like, god damn this bowl is so big why did I use it? In this bowl you’re putting the eggs (6!) and sugar (½ cup!) together and whisking.  Stir that around until the eggs start to lighten up in color.

Start to boil some water. I don’t know how big your roasting pan is, so I always say just boil more water than you would think because it’s just water. Make a cup of tea out of the leftover stuff you know. But you’re going to start boiling some water, enough to fill the roasting pan to at least like half an inch, where the ramekins are in it but not floating around you know. They got their feet in the shallow end, they’re not wading in the deep.

Get out a saucepan and place it on the stovetop using medium heat. Here we’re going to put together the cream (4 cups), the vanilla (1 teaspoon), and that pinch of salt. You’ll bring it to a boil, but not to sit there. As soon as you see the bubbles, take it off. Give it a second for it, and you!, to cool.

Add the cream mixture to the eggs and sugar mixture a LITTLE at a time, making sure to stir continuously. You’re trying NOT to cook/scramble the eggs, just to bring the mixtures together.

Once you’ve done that you can pour them into your little ramekins, trying to divide it up equally as you can but eh you’re not a machine so just do your best, my first one is usually the fullest.

Pour the boiling water into your roasting pan, up to ½ inch. Make sure you’re in a spot where you’re not having to walk a fucking mile to your oven. (If you’re careful and not a loser like me you can even place your roasting pan in the oven first and then pour the water!) Place in the oven and let it bake in there for 35-40 minutes (you can start checking on them at 30 if you want tho idk some ovens be doing the most you know), depending on the size of your ramekins. You’re looking for them to have not so much movement around the edges but the center can do the wobble.

Take the ramekins out of the roasting pan, let sit and cool until you’ve cleared out a space for them in the fridge. They’ll go in there for like a few hours. 2 at the least and a few days at most lol. Remove like 20-30 minutes before wanting to consume/do the next step. 

NOW, I don’t have a fancy blow torch, I doubt you do either and that’s fine, who the fuck does, so here’s how I do the crunch topping at home:

Preheat oven Broiler! Make it hot, make it toasty.

Sprinkle a thin layer of sugar over the top of the ramekins.

Using a cookie sheet or even that roasting pan from before, place the ramekins on it. Put them in the oven.

Bake for like 5 minutes maybe. Just watch them and see when that sugar turns brown/burnt

Let cool for 1 minute for the sugar to harden

10. ORDER UP! 

[labellerose-acheron]

All These Things That I've Done *** [Berelle]

In which Belle goes to visit Berlioz after the demon attack and things don't go well...[takes place: August 13]

@ber-bonfamille-lyons

[tw -- none just sad :(]

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[link here]

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[ashlee-bonfamille-lyons]

Michael was meeting Simba.

Sure he was also meeting Berlioz, but Ashlee wasn't worried about Berlioz. Berlioz was calm cool and collected. He wasn't about to interrogate her boyfriend.

SImba on the other hand. Might.

And she really liked him, she wanted this to be smooth and easy and calm and look he was good and there was nothing to worry about because guess what, Michael probably was the best person in her life. He was kind of sunshine in a bottle.

So she was nervous as hell.

Which meant the knock on the door meant Ashlee was the first one up and heading over to open it.

"Hi." As nervous as she was it was cute to see him nervous too. And she couldn't help the smile when she saw him either. "Come on in, Simba and Berlioz are in the kitchen-"

Footsteps.

"Or well no. Simba, Michael. Michael, Simba"

@simba-bonfamille-lyons @the-dashing-darling @ber-bonfamille-lyons

Matter of Principal || Prancing Horse + Simber

[lou-bonfightme]

The Sorcerer Union Ceremony of Toulouse Henri Bonfamille, Belle Rose Acheron, and Hades Acheron [Part Two: Decor, Reception]

The ceremony for the union of Toulouse Henri Bonfamille, Belle Rose Acheron, and Hades Acheron was held on June 21, 2023 on a lovely summer's day at 6:00pm in the evening, golden hour, at the Bonfamille Manor.

Before the ceremony, light refreshments were served on the patio at high top tables. These consisted of finger sandwiches and champagne, as well as sparkling juice.

The wedding colors were a rich brown and cool sage green. The cake was French vanilla with a vanilla buttercream icing from Toulouse's favourite Parisan patisserie. Dinner was served in the gardens at long tables. The main course was a savory ratatouille, prepared by Madeline Francoeur.

After dinner there was dancing for a few hours before the night ended...

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