#grace bonfamille

[dechagrin]

𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮

toulouse bonfamille is based on toulouse from the aristocats. he is a 26 year old human, painter, and uses he/him pronouns. he has no powers. 

penned by HARPER

reflection

face claim: maxence danet fauvel sexuality: bisexual height: 6'0" eye color: blue hair color: light brown piercings: n/a tattoos: tons. treats his body as a living, breathing canvas. he designs them all himself, too.

attitude

positive traits: protective, artistic, poetic, sentimental, sensual, honest, thrifty negative traits: controlling, untrusting, impulsive, anxious, a bit antisocial at times, fussy, insecure, paranoid likes: red wine, oil paints, charcoal, when his siblings are doing well, the sound of true genuine laughter, the sound of a violin, cats, autumn, the art gallery, cigarettes, painting his nails black, fresh baked bread, thunderstorms, being a big brother. dislikes: being alone, people messing with his family, the summer, running, cheap alcohol, people telling him he has a drinking problem ( because he doesn't ), the smell of weed, remembering or talking or thinking about his father, when his siblings don't talk to him, the color purple. phobias:  monatophobia — dying alone hobbies:  painting, drinking, going on long walks to be by himself, thrifting old and fascinating collectables, listening to viola music because he loves the violin and wish he could play it, spending way too much money on art supplies aesthetic: the sound of a paint brush as it is swirled against the edges of a mason jar filled with water, the sound of a deep inhale, a glass bottle shattering against a distant wall, the laughter of what was once an unbreakable trio, oversized clothing that hangs like sad drappings on tired shoulders, a wall used solely to balance hundreds of painted canvases against, the small of a citrus cologne, the crust of a perfectly baked baguette and the aroma that accompanies it, tear drops falling upon worn book pages, a collection of polished off liquor and wine bottles being used to hold dying plants.

relations

mother: duchess bonfamille father:  francois bonfamile sibling(s):  marie bonfamille & berlioz bonfamille. pet(s): an orange tabby named pierre

headcanons

— toulouse is a fiercely protective older brother and no-doubt still tries to parent his siblings despite them being much older and having lives of their own to navigate. he know they can handle themselves, but there is a part of him that doesn’t trust them to make the right decisions, sometimes acting a bit like a helicopter brother in order to ensure they’re not getting into trouble. he tries really hard to backoff sometimes, wanting to be civil with them instead of loathed for being protective, but it’s difficult to separate the two parts of himself from one another. — art used to be what he wanted to turn into his career, but now it kind of just felt like a side hustle. something he did when he found the time and if he happened to make a profit off of it… yipee. toulouse didn’t think himself skilled enough to have a career now, believing he had sacrifice too many years of practice to really go anywhere with it now.  — toulouse is a mama’s boy, and that boy loves his mother more than anyone on this planet. she is his daily inspiration on how to handle even the toughest situations with grace, which is why when he doesn’t handle them with grace, he avoids her at all costs.  —toulouse’s obsession with wine and liquid indulgence is on the brink of being concerning, but he argues its just to help him sleep. the man still finds himself restless, especially now with so much free time not having to raise his siblings anymore, but he doesn’t yet see it as a problem. its just something to take the edge of… and it isn’t HIS fault theres a lot of… edge to be taken off. — as an artist, toulouse has a wild fascination with art history. he’s taken some sit-in classes at the university to fill in some of the ample time he has, on top of just being invested and curious about the subject as a whole. there is nothing he loves more than talking about paintings, and when he has the funds, he does buy a lot of local artists works to support them. the same support he himself wish he had sometimes.  — it isn’t that toulouse expects anything to happen for him, quite the opposite actually. toulouse has spent the better half of his life so focused on every and anyone else that he never even stopped to think about what he wanted. once he got a certain age, toulouse had kind of just accepted that any potential he ever did have had been long lost…so accepting that he’d spend the rest of his life on the sidelines wasn’t particularly difficult for him to do. at least he claims. — toulouse wouldn’t consider himself a social person, given as he is pretty guarded and doesn’t like to give out a lot of information unless he really trusts the person, but he does desperately want some friends. his siblings dont always want to be around him, being as he’s the annoying and overly-protective big brother, so he often finds himself to be pretty lonely. even if he kept them at an arms length….he didn’t think it’d hurt to have some friends of his own.

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Molly Davis is based on Molly from Toy Story. She is a 19 year old human, student, and uses she/her pronouns. She has no powers. Molly is portrayed by Milly Alcock and she is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Molly felt like her family was broken for as long as she could remember. She was only a few months old when her father died, and her mother worked long hours and multiple jobs to support their family. When preschool came around she struggled to make friends, and without her older brother and their dog, Molly would have felt terribly alone. Andy kept her laughing. He played dolls with her when she was bored with little complaint, he built them forts in the living room to watch movies in, and he made up the most wonderful, adventurous stories she’d ever heard --- stories that started to pop up in real life. When his own characters started to appear around town, he stopped writing. She missed his tales, and she couldn’t help but be a little jealous that there was nothing special about her. That was a pivotal point in both of their lives, a reminder to Molly that they were growing up... and apart. He had friends, he was able to drive, and his little sister was no longer the center of his world. It was a hard pill to swallow, but she liked to think she did so with grace. She started to put herself out there more, to make friends of her own, and it paid off for her. When it came time to apply for college, though, Molly wasn’t sure what path she wanted to take in life. Her interests seemed so typical... makeup, fashion, magazines, music. There was nothing she was particularly good at. She didn’t know how to turn any of the things she was passionate about into a career. She felt like she should wait to pick a major until she knew who she was, but there was too much pressure to be something. Every day, it felt like new residents arrived to Evermore, all with talents and powers of their own, and she was in the midst of it all, just... average. A plain Jane among the most interesting of people. Even her own brother, if he tried, could create lifeforms simply by speaking them into existence, and here she was, struggling to find even one thing that stood out about her. Just one thing that would make her noticeable. Important. Molly tried not to worry about it too much, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was inadequate, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to shake that.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Kiara Adeoye: Another student at the university, she has seen and spoken to Kiara in passing. She thinks she seems nice, but for some reason, she’s a little too shy to truly approach her. ❀ Cho Hyemi: Though never in the same class, as another local to Evermore, Molly has known Hyemi since she was in diapers. The two of them used to play together all the time, but eventually, they just drifted apart. ❀ Marie Bonfamille: When Molly met Marie, it was a case of where have you been my whole life? They share similar interests, and Molly selfishly hopes Marie never finds her way back home, because it’s not every day she meets someone so cool.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

[labellerose-acheron]

The Acheron Children

Opal Grace Acheron, Aidan Alexander Acheron, Bellamy Henri Acheron, and Salome Madeline Bonfamille Acheron

I don't know how, but I'm taller It must be something in the water Everything's growing in our garden You don't have to know that it's haunted The doctor put her hands over my liver She told me my resentment's getting smaller No, I'm not afraid of hard work I get everything I want I have everything I wanted

[lou-bonfightme]

NAME: Toulouse Henri Bonfamille FC: Freddy Carter AGE: 43 MAGIC STATUS: Werewolf (out) OCCUPATION: Surgeon at Swynlake General Hospital CURRENT LOCATION: Swynlake, England RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to Hades and Belle Acheron CHILDREN: Opal Grace Acheron, Aidan Alexander Acheron, Bellamy Henri Acheron, and Salome Madeline Acheron-Bonfamille

BIOGRAPHY:

cw: brief/vague discussion of mental health issues

It has been a long battle and for Toulouse, it isn't really over. He's worked tirelessly at trials to discover a proper dosage for his medications, but it's still a work in progress and even with medication, he'll never be fully healed.

Yes, he will get to put the degree he fought for to use. Finally, a surgeon. After so long with a dream that had once saved his life and then been ripped away from him in the blink of an eye. It is a satisfying victory, but Toulouse is in no way delusional about how the fight is far from over.

And yes, he has a beautiful family. He loves them deeply and feels eternally grateful for all of them. His beautiful wife and unwavering husband. His smart, wonderful children. He has a plethora of riches.

Sometimes, though, he stands outside and looks in, wondering if it is all just a dream. If one day he will wake up. Or if he is just going through the storybook motions.

He wakes up from these wanderings, when Salome tracks mud in from outdoors, or Opal tries summoning her next demon, or Aidan and Opal are bickering, or Bellamy asks him if he can hide out in the studio for a little while. Or when Belle kisses him good night before bed as long as both of them are home. Or when he wakes up, the morning after the full moon, and blinks the wolf out of his eyes and smiles at Hades by his side.

If it is just a story he tells himself, it is a very good one...

see below the cut for a peak at Toulouse’s youngest daughter’s bio!

NAME: Salome Madeline Acheron-Bonfamille FC: Sadie Sink AGE: 16 MAGIC STATUS: Werewolf (out) OCCUPATION: N/A, but her parents keep telling her to get a job CURRENT LOCATION: Swynlake, England RELATIONSHIP STATUS: N/A SIBLINGS: Opal Grace Acheron, Aidan Alexander Acheron, and Bellamy Henri Acheron

BIOGRAPHY:

It's prononced Sal-oh-may. Not Sah-low-mm. Not Sal-oh-me. And definitely not like Salame.

That's why Sal prefers "just Sal." It's much quicker and has a bite. Just like her.

Yeah, yeah, sure. She's some sort of miracle baby and her papa never lets her forget that, but Sal didn't ask to be a miracle baby! She'd be fine just being a regular baby.

Don't get her wrong, she's proud of her family and she's proud of her wolf. But she is a restless, hungry sort of girl--who enjoys running through the woods and making a mess of things. She's not girly like Opal and she's not ambitious like Xan and she definitely isn't bookish like Bellamy.

She was born a wolf and a wolf she is. Through and through. If only her family could understand that...

[the-dashing-darling]

Michael had no idea how he was going to say goodbye to Ashlee.

The last time they'd talked, it had been difficult -- almost impossible, really. But that was when there'd been hope that they'd figure this whole fae thing out together. Now, he knew that their paths would split here and the odds of them being reunited, at least...soon... were pretty low.

And so Michael had to prepare himself. To get broken up with. He couldn't be upset about this. He needed to be graceful, so Ashlee wouldn't feel so bad.

Still, his heart beat quickly, like he'd just jumped outta his car after quali. Deep breaths, Mike, eh?

He opened the door and welcomed Ashlee with a large hug. "Hey," he breathed, kissing the top of her head. "Thanks for coming."

@ashlee-bonfamille-lyons

How To Lose Someone || Prancing Horse

[isabellek211]

She the mother figure she has her adopted children guren with his step siblings Hoshizora Miyuki/Emily, Ceylan Jones,  Aoki Reika/Chloe, Chooki Mason, Midorikawa Nao/April, Hino Akane/Kelsey, Toxsa Dalton and Kise Yayoi/Lilly and her interest love Jon Arbuckle including Liz is not albeit to get married, she good and kind she pretty nice.

Name: grace bonfamille

Age:38

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: January 12

Physical Appearance:

Hair Colour: blonde 

Eye Colour: Brown

Skin Tone: Light

Clothing: Red dress gown with a red jewel on her, white leggings whit red Maryjane shoes and her hat (from first) and now with her pink shirt and long pants with red shoes.

Family and Relationships:

Mother: Charity bonfamille

Father: Nate Bransonfamille

Siblings Amila Bonfamille

Aunts: Susan Dinwiddle Bransonfamille

Grandmothers: Madame Adelaide Bonfamille

Sons/Daughters: Guren,Emily,Ceylan,Chole,Chooki,April,Kelsey,Toxsa and Lilly.

Other Relations: Lyman(friend and roommate)

Girlfriend/Boyfriend: only her husband/ex-boyfriend: Jon Arbuckle

Other Friends: Garfield, Mimi, Sawyer, Felix, Kitty Katswell, Top Cat, Dazzle and Snooper

[scurviesdisneyblog]

Madame Bonfamille animated by Milt Kahl for The Aristocats

“Even after all those years I am still baffled at how amazingly Milt Kahl animated this realistic character with grace and believability.” -Andreas Deja

[ber-bonfamille-lyons]

"Do I?' said Ber but yeah, yeah he definitely did. Simba was this odd combination of extremely graceful (on the dance floor) and antelope-clumsy (... everywhere else). Though he didn't have bad dexterity, eh? Just, when it came to the small details, a gentler touch, that would be Berlioz.

"I have always wanted to use one of those though," he mentioned as he pointed at the roller. "They always looked so fun in the TV shows and everything, eh? They make a cool sound too. Real ASMR."

@simba-bonfamille-lyons

Paint It Black Purple || Simber

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Avocardio * [Maribel]

@marie-a-bonfamille​

Isabela had just arrived at the gym, a few minutes before the yoga lesson that she was signed up for. She liked to be early to things in order to get the best spot and also because she hated to be late. It was rude and Isabela Madrigal was not rude. 

She shrugged off her sweater and shoved it into her bag that she had brought, toeing off her shoes at the door. There was about ten minutes before class began, so Isabela made her way to the center of the floor and laid out her yoga mat, beginning to do a few simple stretches. After a few minutes, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, something reflected in the floor to ceiling mirrors and looked up to see Marie entering.

Ah, Marie Bonfamille. Youngest of the Bonfamilles. Sensational. Someone to keep in the good graces of, but not get too close to, in case of getting involved in her scandals.

“Hola, Marie,” Isa said as she switched feet and smiled over at the other woman. “Are you taking this class?” 

[outfit]

[disney-android-foundation]

A Grand Old Time

Lady Termaine x Adelaide Bonfamille

“Goodbye mothers! We won’t be long!” Anastasia yelled from the bottom of the stairs. The girls wanted to spend their Saturday evening shopping the many stores of Paris. “Just a moment girls” Adelaide hurried down the stairs as best she could, a smile on her face, “It wouldn’t be very wise to parade the around the streets with no money to spend, here” Adelaide handed Drizzella and Anastasia 167. 50 Euro each. Both girls had the biggest smiles on their faces “Thank you Mother Adelaide!” “It is quite fine! Now run along you don’t want to miss anything good.” Both girls rush out the door to the carriage that was waiting for them. Tremaine appeared next to Adelaide, her stoic expression never changing, “Don’t forget to show elegance and grace. Behave.” The girls jumped in the wagon, the new butler was already getting flirted with.

As the women wave the girls goodbye, Adelaide turns to Tremaine “My my, what shall we do with ourselves? The whole evening is open” “Perhaps some of your music will pass the time.” Tremaine says as she turns to leave up the stairs, Adelaide not too far behind.

In Adelaide’s comfy office, the kittens were playing with Lucifer, who’d rather be anywhere but there at the moment. Duchess and Thomas were on the window seal, watching the hustle and bustle outside. All the cats attention were caught by the clicking of the opening door. Adelaide and Tremaine walked in, now bombarded with cats. Adelaide picked up Duchess and Marie while Tremaine picked up Lucifer and the other two kittens. The music started without the need for the women to do anything, for Thomas had started the disc that was in the record player. “Oh Ho Ho! You rascal Tom” Adelaide said playfully as she swayed with Duchess and Marie. Tremaine hummed in amusement, “This is from your first concert, yes?” Tremaine’s smile slowly dropped to a frown, causing Adelaide to stop swaying “Dear? What’s the matter?” “This was from your first concert, wasn’t it?” Thomas stopped the music, seeing how the mood took a sudden swift. “Y-yes, it was. Darling? Are you alright?” Tremaine slowly say down on a nearby chair, trying to get her emotions under control. Adelaide came to comfort her, keeping one hand on her shoulder and the other was rubbing her back. “I had to miss this…” Tremaine finally said, causing Adelaide’s eyes to widen. “The night when you finally got to perform, was the same day I had to marry, him” Tremaine seemed to curse the man that she had married, even though he was already 6 feet under for quite some time. “It wasn’t your fault dear, your family had the arrangement done for a year before the news of my concert came to light.” “But I could’ve fought back more, I could’ve ran away, I could’ve-“ “Tremaine darling, I don’t either you or I would be here today if you did any of those.” That seemed to stop Tremaine’s line of speech, anything else she may have wanted to say was caught in her throat. She let a sigh of defeat, Adelaide continued to rub her back. “How about I fetch us some tea? I believe Jean has a kettle already prepared.” Adelaide offered sweetly. Tremaine gave her a small smile and nodded.

@evildisneydorks

[bnfamille]

╰ ✧ ˔ ⭒ ♡ [ meg donnelly, female, she/her ] that’s MARIE BONFAMILLE from THE ARISTOCATS checking into mystic haven. their reservation says they’re a 21 year old INFLUENCER & BRAND AMBASSADOR, and that they’re currently staying in ROOM 1910 in the GRACEFUL GRIFFON TOWER. other guests say they’re INQUISITIVE but SPOILED, and that they remind them of SHAMPAIN BY MARINA. their signature seems to be SLEEPLESS NIGHTS SPENT WITH A FOURTH GLASS OF ROSE IN ONE HAND & YOUR PHONE IN THE OTHER, ARGUING JUST TO WIN, AND AN OLD PHOTO ALBUM KEPT TUCKED BENEATH YOUR BED. [ played by sav, 23, est, she/her ]

♡   ;   hiiii everyone ! i’m gonna have marie’s full intro under the cut, but i’d like to inform everyone that there are mentions of kidnapping, death, grief, depression & anxiety. pretend not to notice the plot holes, for my sake, if you please.

BIOGRAPHY .

marie comes from a well established family : her grandfather, marcel bonfamille, was an upcoming fashion designer who founded the bonfamille fashion house in 1956 to great success. her grandmother, adelaide, was a famed opera singer — and after her retirement at age 42, become heavily involved in charity work & further development in local artistic communities. both were heavily invested in the arts, which they impressed upon their daughter, marie’s mother, daphné. her father, edgar, is someone marie will rarely if ever mention; he’s someone renowned for quite unsavory reasons.

a rather unremarkable fellow, it’s hard to say how he ever became adelaide’s assistant, nor how he caught her daughter’s eye. well, maybe that isn’t quite true: if nothing else, edgar was clever, and desperate. unbeknownst to his employer, he was running from quite a lot of debt, using the name edgar balthazar to hide from those he owed. enchanting daphné hadn’t quite been a part of his original plan, but it certainly worked: finding a place within the heiress’ heart also meant finding a place within the family, and even, possibly, into adelaide & marcel’s wills. their love was a bit of a whirlwind and two years after they became an official couple, daphné gave birth first to toulouse, marie two and a half years later, and berlioz a year after. though edgar had proposed soon after finding out that daphné was expecting toulouse, the wedding was continuously pushed back, and in the midst of planning, at her parents’ behest, daphné produced a prenup, essentially putting an end to edgar’s initial plan. this also served as the basis for a reoccurring argument between the two, and essentially was the catalyst to the degradation of their relationship. they separated when marie was five, and daphné moved herself & her children back into her family estate.

in a last ditch effort to garner some sort of funding via child support, edgar chose to sue daphné for custody of their children. unsurprisingly, the court awarded her mother full custody, with edgar being allowed visitations. it was during one such scheduled visitation that things went awry: in a panic driven impulse, edgar attempted to abduct his three children. marie has some recollection of this day, though she’s often tried to block it out. at the time she hadn’t immediately recognized what was going on in the situation, being so young, but she’d known she was afraid of her father. he’d had them in his custody for the better half of a day before he was apprehended & the children were returned safe and sound to their mother and grandparents. from that point onwards, they went no contact with edgar & filed a hefty restraining order.

from that point forward, marie & her brothers were raised by daphné, with adelaide & marcel’s help. they avoided the use of nannies & daycares out of an abundance of caution, no matter how thoroughly they could’ve investigated them to ensure their safety. given the situation, it would be an understatement to say the children ended up being quite coddled. marie’s childhood was full of endless love & support, as well as anything else she could ask for. sadly, marcel passed when marie was eight, but that loss only made the family grow that much closer.

around age thirteen, daphné began seeing a man named thomas. marie wouldn’t meet thomas until she was fifteen, out of an abundance of caution on her mother’s part, but upon their first meeting, marie was taken with her mother’s boyfriend & his fantastical tales of the world. eventually, he’d become their step - father.

and while marie was certainly a near carbon copy of her mother, she forged a special bond with her grandmother & was often under her tutelage. sadly, however, adelaide passed away shortly after marie’s sixteenth birthday. while the death of her grandfather had been quite saddening, admittedly, it hadn’t impacted her quite as heavily as adelaide’s passing. marie shut down for quite some time. where she was once vibrant & carefree, she became sullen and mournful, withdrawing from the world. things that had once brought her joy were stained with memories of her grandmother, and so she avoided them completely. her grades began to slip and her previously bustling social life crumbled beneath the weight of her grief. this went on for a period of time until her mother began to gently coax her into going back to therapy — it was not an immediate fix, not by any means. but with the support of her therapist and the love & support of her family, things slowly began to come around to a new normal. things would never be the same as they had been, but marie was feeling .. better. somewhat. her grief would never truly disappear, but some days continue to be better than others. it was and continues to be a difficult process.

currently, she’s come to mystic haven as a liaison for the bonfamille brand. with mystic haven’s interest in opening up a bonfamille licensed boutique, marie has further embraced her title as a brand ambassador, and is here to ensure mystic haven is up to their standards, while attempting to maintain business relations with the higher ups at mystic as well. she’s a long term guest & currently stays in her own suite. aside from that, she also has a large following as an influencer, and as part of the deal with mystic, she’s been documenting her life as a guest there thus far in order to generate even more interest in the resort. her mother is a little weary of marie’s job as an influencer, believing it could be somewhat dangerous long term, both for her safety & her mental health, but she acquiesces because it seems to make marie happy. that doesn’t stop them from having the occasional conversation about what marie’s goals for the future are, though.

PERSONALITY.

at heart, she’s a total, dreamy romantic. she wants a happy ending, and quite frankly, she’s in love with the idea of being loved. because of this, however, she can sometimes be prone to coming across as being naive & too idealistic, or that she ignores flaws in others for the sake of her relationships with them, romantic or not. this isn’t entirely the truth, but she definitely has her moments of flat out stupidity.

and despite her usually well meaning nature, she can be very much inclined to pettiness, given the right circumstances. though her mother did her best to raise her children to be sensible, there’s no arguing all three of them were spoiled. that still carries on to this day. marie can be quite bullheaded and mean, and downright bratty when it suits her. she’s not above pouting and throwing a fit. she wants her way, and she wants it now. she can get downright catty, and her biting remarks are often quite pointed. she’s not afraid to hit where it hurts, and the anger that’s built up within her over the years is always lurking just beneath the surface.

she’s nosy as fuck, and loves to gossip. enough said. she’s got crazy good hearing when she wants to and her ears Will perk up at the speed of light just to catch some gossip lmao

needs validation & reassurance like a fish needs water. she comes across as being very confident, even without any sort of affirmation but others, but my god does she tie her self worth to how others see her. she’s literally like i need to be the hottest person in the grocery store.

she doesn’t often voice it, but she frequently deals with feelings of guilt. sometimes marie feels like she’s doing something wrong by continuing on with her life and trying to navigate her new normal in ways that serve her and make her happy. like how dare she move on from adelaide’s passing? but these are intrusive thoughts that she tries to deal with privately, or she’ll discuss with those she’s closest to .

HEADCANONS.

she’s definitely one of those i can make fun of my siblings but you absolutely can not types. like, sure she’ll trade barbs with her brothers, but if she sees someone else doing it? no. ohhh no. big mistake. you better just pack up and leave town right now. very , very protective of both of them, even if they do get into the occasional catty sibling squabble. not afraid to swing on someone for her brothers even though she’s like 5′2″. she’s taken a few self defense classes before coming to mystic haven, but she’s hoping to schedule some time with a personal trainer at the resort now to keep herself going. honestly, this goes for her close friends too. just don’t mess with the people she loves, because she will make your life a living hell, whether that means destroying your social life, going out of her way to ruin your day, etc.

marie kinda broadcasts her life to strangers on the street as being relatively perfect. everything is shiny and pink and sweet! it’s all rose gold and diamonds! it’s easy to do when anyone who takes a quick glance at her would likely assume the same, but it’s a thin enough veneer, and once you get to know her, she’s far more willing to drop the everything is perfect act and open up.

mega sweet tooth. will try that new sugary drink at starbucks that sounds like a toothache with no hesitation. especially if it’s seasonal, because she is an absolute sucker for seasonal item. HOWEVER, she’s also like : that bottle of tabasco? hand it over. hand it over right meow. sure they were raised on like, gourmet food, but by god she’ll wolf down a large mcdonald’s fry like nobody’s business if she’s in the mood for it.

struggles to sleep pretty often. she can’t seem to shut her brain down, and the middle of the night when she’s all alone in bed is when her mind wanders too far into some not great areas. if you catch her outside at three am, don’t worry about it.

undoubtedly i am forgetting things but i’ll just torment you all with headcanon posts : ) i am not proof reading this because my eyes hurt, godspeed to the rest of you

[simba-bonfamille-lyons]

A smile fluttered across Simba's face when Ber took his hand and he nodded to the question. There and gone again. He didn't squeeze Ber's hand back, like he usually might, because tonight it was Ber's strength he needed. Not the other way around.

Now that they were headed downstairs, the dogs were following them. Eager and curious. Except for Turtle, who'd kept on snoozing, unbothered by the concept of a late night excursion.

Simba felt bad, but he didn't want to take them with him.

"Sorry," he told them as they pushed through to the door and stepped out into the night.

It was cool still, the breeze tickling over his skin. And Ber was right: it was clear and bright. A beautiful evening all things considered. Somehow, that just made Simba feel more heavy. That beauty conflicting with the ugly feeling of grief in his chest.

He sighed and stepped off the porch, his movements slow and stiff, not his usual fluid, haphazard grace. They made their way through the trees and out to the lake. There were a few deer grazing by the water, startled by their presence, but they didn't run, merely lifted their heads, ears twitching, noses quivering, before deciding they weren't a threat.

Simba watched them for a while, ignoring the stars in the sky and the stars reflected on the still, calm water.

They walked quietly along the edge of Atlantis, their footsteps, the lapping of the water, and the rustle of trees the only sounds. It was so loud somehow, but also too quiet. Simba wanted to talk, but didn't know what to say.

"It's nice out," he finally managed, finding the words unsurprisingly lacking any real motive except to...say something. Anything at all.

@ber-bonfamille-lyons

He Lives in Me /./ [Simber]

[labellerose-acheron]

NAME: Bellamy Henri Acheron FC: Paul Craddock AGE: 18 MAGIC STATUS: Medium (out) OCCUPATION: Clerk, Chapter Three CURRENT LOCATION: Swynlake, England RELATIONSHIP STATUS: N/A SIBLINGS: Opal Grace Acheron, Aidan Alexander Acheron, and Salome Madeline Acheron-Bonfamille

BIOGRAPHY:

Eight months ago, Bellamy stepped into a portal to head back in time to save his family. Well, actually, he followed his brother into a portal to head back in time to save his family. He's always been more of a follower, always on Aidan's heel. Of course, he wanted his family back together. He just wasn't as sure as his brother it would work, but he was sure in his brother.

So, they went back and they met their mum and dad from fifteen years before. They fucked it all up, then they put it all back together. He learned that his mum liked to hum under her breath whenever she thought people weren't listening, something he'd never heard her do. And he learned the sound of his father's laugh, something he'd never heard him do.

It was brilliant. Even Opal came around eventually, after being a brat, like usual. She's still kind of a brat, but at least now she isn't trying to tear her family further apart.

In fact, everything is different now.

The Acheron children stepped back through the portal on the day of their parents' wedding, on the Solstice, and found themselves back in their own time. Except: it was and wasn't. Their dad isn't in the underworld. Their papa isn't dead. Their maman cooks dinner for them and plays chess in the living room some nights.

It is better than they ever expected and they're going to enjoy every moment of it...

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Welcome to Mystic Haven Resort, MARIE BONFAMILLE! We hope you enjoy your stay. Please be sure to check in within the next 24 hours and review the details of your reservation. Meg Donnelly & Marie from The Aristocats are now taken.

[ meg donnelly, female, she/her ] That’s MARIE BONFAMILLE from THE ARISTOCATS checking into Mystic Haven. Their reservation says they’re a 21 year old INFLUENCER & BRAND AMBASSADOR, and that they’re currently staying in ROOM 1910 in the GRACEFUL GRIFFON TOWER. Other guests say they’re INQUISITIVE but SPOILED, and that they remind them of SHAMPAIN BY MARINA. Their signature seems to be SLEEPLESS NIGHTS SPENT WITH A FOURTH GLASS OF ROSE IN ONE HAND & YOUR PHONE IN THE OTHER, ARGUING JUST TO WIN, AND AN OLD PHOTO ALBUM KEPT TUCKED BENEATH YOUR BED. [ played by sav, 23, est, she/her ]

MARIE BONFAMILLE is searching for her BROTHER, TOULOUSE BONFAMILLE! if you’re interested in this connection, please click here for more information.

GUEST SURVEY.

01. WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO BOOK A VACATION AT MYSTIC HAVEN RESORT, AS OPPOSED TO A COMPETITOR? Before officially finalizing the licensing deal between the Bonfamille brand & Mystic Haven, I wanted to come spend some time at the resort so that I could better understand their values as a company, and see them in play. That, and I wanted to see how a Bonfamille boutique might be received by their clientele. Thus far, my time here has been just as enchanting as I was promised it would be! 02. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO MOST WHILE ON VACATION? What isn’t there to look forward to? With the amount of amenities Mystic Haven boasts, I haven’t grown bored yet. I will say that the spa has been my favorite so far; it’s a nice break from the hustle & bustle of resort life! 03. FINALLY, IS THERE ANYTHING YOU AREN’T LOOKING FORWARD TO? ANYTHING THAT WOULD RUIN YOUR STAY WITH US? While my suite is gorgeous, and equipped with practically every luxury I find myself in need of, I do miss home some days. I wouldn’t say it’s ruined my stay, but it can dampen the experience, some days. The beauty of Mystic Haven is, however, that it truly begins to feel like your home away from home.

HEADCANONS.

(  01.  )  one of marie’s greatest treasures is an antique necklace; an heirloom passed down from generation to generation of women in her family. she doesn’t always wear it, as she doesn’t want to risk it being damaged or lost, nor does she want anyone to come up with some sort of grand idea to steal it - but she certainly always has it with her. even if that means it’s just locked up in the safe in her resort room. (  02.  )  surprisingly flexible, with near feline grace. she started ballet at a young age and continued dancing up until age fifteen; nowadays when it comes to the matter of keeping physically fit, she tends towards cardio & pilates. while raw physical strength isn’t exactly her strong suit (ha), she has begun a routine with a personal trainer, intent on being able to defend herself should the situation arise. aside from that, the majority of her fighting experience comes with roughhousing with her brothers. (  03.  )  it isn't that she's a mean person on the whole, but she's definitely a brat, who can & will lash out or dig in her heels especially if it means getting her way. part of this has to do with her pampered upbringing, but it’s also because marie seeks external validation & reassurance frequently, as it’s tied directly to her self worth. and when she doesn’t get it .. she either snaps, or she isolates. she has a lot of anger lying beneath the surface which can often get away from her in high energy moments, and she takes even the most minor slight to heart, especially if she feels as though it's unjust or unwarranted. the more volatile sides of her personality are something she tries to keep mostly hidden, or at least wrapped beneath a layer of silk to cushion the blow, but make no mistake: internally, she's incredibly turbulent, a distinct difference from the sweet image she puts on. she may not want to admit, even to herself, but that doesn't make it any less true. (  04.  )  marie usually paints the perfect portrait of a girl who simply cannot stand her brothers, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. yes, they can be annoying. yes, they can be gross. yes, sometimes she really does want to drown them in the resort pool. but more than anything, she adores her brothers, and is incredibly protective of them. she wouldn’t know what to do if anything ever happened to either of them, and the thought that something could is often a source of anxiety for marie. in fact, she's frequently plagued by intrusive thoughts & haunted by the fear of something happening to any of her loved ones, to the point where it keeps her up at night more often than it doesn't.

[sanmononoke]

Pack Mentality

San runs to the people she trusts.

Set: Late May 2021, right after San gets in a fight with another wolf.

Featuring: Merida, Lou, and Belle

@heart-of-dunbroch @lou-bonfightme @labellerose-acheron

TW: Blood, mentions of violence, gore(ish)

SAN: 

The only covering the young werewolf had were the leaves and damp foliage that stuck to her legs as she ran through them. She was still panting, each inhale drying her throat just a bit more. Blood stuck to her chin and down her front but that wasn’t her’s, it wasn’t of concern. Her blood still trickled from her hand and dripped off her elbow even though it was clutched tightly to her chest. 

It wasn’t healing fast enough! And the adrenaline coursing through her small frame didn’t help to stop the flow. It was a wild look. But she was a wild girl. As untamed as her hair after her most recent scuffle that ended her here, running through the forest. She needed help. So San Mononoke fled as fast as she could to the one place she’d felt truly safe since she left her home. A small cottage filled to the brim with books and a family. But she couldn’t go there. No one was home. She went to the second best place, where her family was: the Bonfamille Manor.

Lou had said it was rude to barge in or to show up unexpectedly, but she didn’t have a choice. San was scared. 

And it’s not like she could call ahead. So naked, covered in undergrowth and blood… she banged on the door of the manor. “Help. Me.” She begged in between breaths. 

TOULOUSE:

There was an understanding between the Acherons that an unexpected knock on the door was never a good thing.

However, Toulouse was a Bonfamille and this was the manor. When unexpected knocks were just his mother’s friends, dropping by for tea or someone delivering something for Nounou. He was never informed of plans in advance, just expected to act with grace when visitors did grace their doorstep, whether a workman or the president of France. 

It was, most likely, not the president of France at the door at such a late hour, but Lou thought nothing of opening it to see who it was. He had heard someone approaching from the kitchen where he was making tea for himself, Belle, and Hades, the latter two of which were currently upstairs, putting the children to bed. The hour was not so late to have a visitor be unwarranted, he was French after all. They often entertained well into the evening.

He was halfway to the door when he heard the words on the other side of it and the wolf in him perked up. Rushing the last few steps, he unlocked the door and pulled it open. On the doorstep was San, bloodied and terrified. 

Toulouse did not baulk. He did not even flinch. “Come inside,” he said instead, opening the door further and stepping away so she could stumble in. His eyes searched over her body for injuries and found only the one on her hand where she was clutching. He put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into the house, taking her into the kitchen. His mother would kill him if he got blood on the upholstery. 

“Sit down,” he said, gentle and firm. “I will be right back.” 

Toulouse moved through the kitchen, into the living room, scooping a blanket off the couch. From there, he rounded back into the foyer, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Hades! Belle! Come down, as soon as you get a moment.” He figured, if they did not hear him, the ghosts would alert Hades. Turning on his heel, he moved into the kitchen again, turning the water on in the sink so that it would run hot and then moving to San and throwing the blanket over her shoulders.

“Are you alright?” he finally asked her, laying a hand on her shoulder.

SAN:

Lou acted fast. Swooping her into the kitchen with an urgency she’d normally assume he was cross when he used. She didn’t say any more, only doing as she was told. San had just ran what felt like a million miles to get here. Now that she was indoors, in a pristine manor no less, she felt the waves of terror crash down on her. The werewolf was vibrating in her own skin. She hadn’t noticed all of the noises before but it seemed like everything was much too loud. The birds outside, the humming of a lightbulb, even her own thoughts were amplified. The adrenaline that carried her here was fading. 

As Lou stepped away, she shakily took a look at her finger. Or what was left of it… immediately upon unclenching her fist blood spurted from the tip. “Agh!” 

San quickly clutched it back to her chest and started shaking. What were they going to do? The people she’d come to know told her that werewolves weren’t treated at hospitals because they were different. San had never considered a hospital until now, and only because she wasn’t healing like normal. 

A blanket was placed over her and so was Lou’s hand and she welcomed the subtle warmth of it. Looking back to the other wolf, the one who hadn’t hurt her, she opened her mouth to talk. A moment of silence passed, but San took a breath and said, “I’m fine… but… it was a wolf who… another wolf hurt me.”

It was still difficult to comprehend the kind of betrayal she felt. Why would a fellow werewolf hurt one of their own? It wasn’t just her hand that was hurt by the attack. 

TOULOUSE:

Despite himself, Lou was a bit thrilled at the prospect of an injury. After he had been kicked from his medical program, Lou had felt more restless than ever. He had liked medicine, not because he liked healing people, but because he liked the mechanics of it. Liked taking chaos and making it orderly. It was a way in which he could use his condition (bipolar disorder) to his advantage. His brain worked quickly and in emergency situations, it made him feel like the rest of the world had finally caught up to the level that he operated on at all times.

He smelt the blood, which was new, but it was also helpful. 

As she spoke, he gently took her injured hand in his, pulling it away from her chest again. His thumb moved to the inside of her wrist, feeling her heartbeat--which was strong, but not thready, which meant her blood pressure was alright. His eyes flicked up towards her at her explanation and his brow furrowed. Another wolf? Was there even another wolf in town? Merida hadn’t told him anything. 

“Alright, it’s alright,” Lou said, his voice uncharacteristically coddling. “It’s not life threatening. We’ll get you cleaned up. You’ve lost quite a bit of blood, but I think you’ll be okay with a bit of rest. Put pressure on that and I’ll--”

“Toulouse, what--oh mon dieu!” Belle exclaimed as she came into the kitchen. Her eyes went wide at once. “What happened?”

“Another wolf attacked her,” Lou said in a clipped tone. “Belle, be a dear and get some hot water and iodine from the cupboard.” 

“And I’ll call Merida.”

“Yes, do that as well. She should know about this. And hand me a towel.”

Belle hesitated for a moment. “Does it, er, matter?” 

“Not right now it doesn’t, just any towel,” Lou scowled at her.

“Sorry, right, yes.” Belle snapped the hand towel off the stove which was usually just decoration and tossed it towards him. 

Lou wrapped it around San’s finger and then covered her hand with his, squeezing. “We’ll get you cleaned up and take a better look at this. Hold it just like I am. I’m going to get you some water, oui?”

MERIDA: The call came out of nowhere. 

Merida missed the first one. She’d never been one for hangin’ onto her phone and texting the way many people her age were. She preferred to busy her hands and her brain with other things, and living a life sequestered in the woods meant a phone was barely needed. 

Until a mad man attacked one of your own. 

So when she got the call eventually-- after comin’ in from trekking through Enchantra-- Merida sped her way as quick as she could to the Bonfamille manor. She stomped her way in, not botherin’ to take off her muddy boots even as Nounou squawked behind her about it. There were more serious things for her to worry about. How had the attack happened? Who would do such a thing, eh? And why?

Her brain jumped to the Order. She saw her Da’s face. She saw the Golden Trio’s faces. She wondered if this was a message to her, or if she was just lettin’ her paranoia get the best of her…

“What happened?!” she barked as she walked in and saw a shuddering San. She went to her side instantly. Technically, San was not truly part of her pack, but the wolf did not care for those technicalities. She lived with Merida. She was Merida’s. Merida put her hand on San’s shoulders, eyes goin’ soft. “Who did this to you?” 

SAN:

San was not used to all of this fuss. It was just as overwhelming as being attacked was. At first it seemed like everything was slowing down. Belle and Lou, San’s heart rate, the noise, even the bleeding. It all sped back up when Merida walked through the door. “I-- I don’t know who… he was a wolf. Like us.” San said honestly. She knew she wasn’t in trouble, but that was all she knew and it wasn’t very helpful. And the last thing she wanted was to disappoint Merida. A wolf who took her in, and the family she loved; they took a huge risk by letting San stay in town. Especially when a rogue, and mean, werewolf was on the loose and a danger to them all. Had San put her new family in danger? 

“I found him in the forest, or he found me… I don’t know if he was looking for me. I swear, none of my pack were werewolves! And none of them survived, even! Only my mother got away, and she’d never hurt any of you. I don’t know who this was. He just ripped my fingernail off and left me alone. I promise I don’t know more,” San cried shrilly. She really didn’t want them to think she had caused this. 

TOULOUSE:

By the time Lou had come back with water, Merida had burst through the door. Lou scowled as she tracked mud across the kitchen, but at least they were in the kitchen and not the living room. Thank goodness for small mercies. 

While Merida went to coddle San, Lou crouched down next to her. He went to work on her hand. Belle had come by with a bowl full of steaming water and some iodine she must’ve found in the cupboard. Soaking the rag in the water, he lifted the towel off of San’s hand as she whimpered to Merida. In his opinion, he didn’t care much about what had happened, as long as San was alright. He was focused on his task, cleaning the blood from the wound so that he could see the damage better. 

It wasn’t so bad, he didn’t think. Besides, werewolves healed rather fast. Even for a wound that was as mangled as this. Still, he held her hand over the bowl and poured the iodine over it generously. 

“This may sting,” he said, while already in the process of it.

Meanwhile, Belle was standing, watching, with her arms crossed.

“Did they take a fingernail or...did they take a claw?” Belle asked, though, apparently she found the answer rather rhetorical, because she turned to Merida a moment later.

“I think it is best we let Arthur know.  It is entirely possible the Blackwells were responsible for this.” 

MERIDA: 

Another werewolf. 

Of all the answers, Merida expected this one the least. If there was another werewolf--wouldn’t Merida have scented them? The woods were large, naturally, and it had been raining often these days but-- still. Why hadn’t she known there was another werewolf in town that Merida didn’t know about? But more importantly… why would they attack San instead of confronting her? 

It was not normal wolf behavior. If it was a rogue, attacking another wolf unprovoked made no sense. If it was a wolf looking to establish its territory, then perhaps goin’ after San… but it wouldn’t have hidden its scent. There’d be other signs. It would hunt, it would push the boundaries, her alpha would know.

Belle’s conclusion made sense then, even if it took Merida a second to catch up. She frowned at Belle. What the hell would the Blackwells want with… 

“Is that-- that’s one of the items for the spell?” Merida questioned. She’d been told about the spell, but there were so many parts to it, it wasn’t like she had memorized all of ‘em. “That means they wouldn’t come back, aye, if they got what they wanted? San will be safe?” 

SAN:

San hissed and tried to pull away from Toulouse when he treated her wound. “Ow! That hurts!” She whined. 

She listened to the conversation and tried to cooperate with Lou, even when it hurt. What did they mean by spells, and Blackwell’s, and Arthur? Who was that and why would he care about her finger being nearly ripped off? “They got what they wanted by attacking me? I don’t even know who they are! I guess he took a claw… we fought as wolves so....” 

San didn’t understand the stakes of this. It was all above her paygrade. Lou didn’t seem to be entrenched in all of this nonsense, so she asked him quietly as Belle and Merida spoke, “will my claw grow back? It isn’t healing right…” 

TOULOUSE:

“I don’t know,” both Belle and Toulouse said at the same time to their respective questions. 

Toulouse had no idea how werewolf magic worked. He felt himself once again growing frustrated with his lack of understanding and the limitations society placed on werewolves and doctors who might like to help them. If doctors actually did research on werewolves, he would know. If werewolves were allowed to become doctors, perhaps he would at least have theories. 

“For now, let us just get this cleaned, hm? It is not life threatening. I do not think it needs stitches. The bleeding has already stopped.” It was a gruesome wound, albeit small, but Toulouse was right. The bleeding had mostly stopped. Which, he could only theorize, had to do with the wolf’s magic. 

“As for the Blackwells,” Belle said, turning from where she had been looking toward Lou, listening to his diagnosis, “I don’t think Zira is the type to appreciate loose ends but—if the wolf got what it wanted and ran off, I feel as if the chances of another attack are more slim. We best be on our guard.” She shook her head. “We should have been more so before this. I’m sorry, San.” 

MERIDA: 

Merida frowned. 

She felt antsy-- no, worse. She felt like there was a target on their back, and there had been for quite some time right under Merida’s nose. What kind of alpha was she if the Order could slip into town and she didn’t notice? And for the Blackwells to so easily target San, the weakest of their pack? Merida should have been more prepared. She needed--

She needed a real pack. Her eyes slid to San and to Lou. There was no way that Lou would patrol and protect their lands. San wasn’t even proper part of the pack as is. But now, more than before, it felt essential that they fixed that. There was power in numbers, and Merida’s enemies were circling. 

“After yer done with that, Lou, we need to talk,” Merida said stiffly, her jaw tight. 

Things needed to change.

SAN:

San nodded solemnly at Lou’s answer. She feared the unknown. She wanted her claw back! It was humiliating to have lost a fight this way… and she had to retreat with her tail tucked between her legs. Now, she might have less defenses against further attacks. 

At the thought of future attacks, San tuned back into Belle and Merida’s conversation. If the wolf got what he wanted she’d be safe. Unless Zira thought San was a loose end… 

I’m sorry, San.

The words hit her like a brick being tossed into a pool, and like the waves San rose. The blanket slipped from her shoulder, but she held it close with her uninjured hand. She was shaking again, but not with fear. “No. I won’t be a target or a loose end, or a danger to you! I can find him. I’ll rip him apart, I won’t lose this time!” 

San’s voice was shrill and determined. At the beginning of this, she didn’t think her being attacked by a renegade wolf would affect anyone but her. A year ago, San failed at protecting her family and home. She refused to fail again. 

TOULOUSE:

“San,” Lou growled as her hand jerked from his, the cloth bandage he’d been wrapping around it unfurling and hanging like a white flag. 

“San, it’s alright,” Belle’s voice soothed. She moved around Lou to put her hand on San’s shoulder, rubbing gently. Lou could feel the girl trembling and he was sure that Belle could too. They exchanged a brief look, Belle’s eyes watery, Lou’s hard. He didn’t like this, not a bit. 

He hadn’t acknowledged Merida’s statement, but he knew what she wanted to talk about. And, reluctantly, he was thinking the same thing. Lou was fond enough of San. Not fond enough to share his thoughts with her, but fond enough that he didn’t want her mauled to death. It would be his fault, on his conscience—if he was too stubborn to allow her the protection of a pack. 

Besides, Merida might be his leader, but his true pack was his family. He would break any command if it put them in danger, no matter the magic. He managed well enough not engaging with Merida as a wolf unless absolutely necessary. 

It rankled him, but it was what needed to be done. 

Once he finished wrapping San’s hand, he unfolded his long legs and stood. Moving over to the sink, he washed his hands. 

“Belle, take San up to the other guest room. Find her some clothes. Yours or Marie’s will do fine. San, you will stay here tonight. You’ll be safe.” He turned off the faucet and looked over at Merida as he wiped his hands dry. 

“We can speak in the living room,” he told her. 

MERIDA: 

Merida waited as best she could, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she fidgeted. The more she had to wait though, the more everything solidified in her mind so she did not see how inviting San into the pack would be a discussion at all. She was the alpha; wasn’t it her job to act as an alpha? Whether Lou liked it or not-- this was what was best. 

And having a plan gave her comfort in the face of so many unknowns. In that regard, there were still things to discuss. 

Did they find the wolf who attacked San? 

Did they take revenge? 

(Merida wanted to, but if it was connected with Zira, then lashing out might jeopardize the mission with the Knights. That thought had her clench her jaw. She didn’t want to involve the knights with her wolves. Or-- the wolf, her wolf, did not want that. She was the one who had to protect her own, and that was all that should matter.)

Finally, Lou was ready. She jerked her head and then they headed to the living room. 

Merida didn’t bother to wait. “San needs to be in our pack,” she declared firmly. “There’s no reason anymore why she shouldn’t. It’s the best way we can protect each other.”

 TOULOUSE:

Lou followed Merida into the other room, hearing Belle talking softly to San still as she got her up and moved her toward the stairs. 

He kept his hands behind his back as he strolled toward the sliding glass doors, looking out over the dark garden like he would be able to see his enemies lurking there in the bushes. Those hands of his tightened at Merida’s words. 

Of course, he did agree with her, but he hated the idea of being commanded and by Merida of all people. It was, at the very least, incredibly rude. And it was still not so simple as she made it out to be. Unlike her, Lou did not make these decisions lightly. Anyone in their pack would have access to information that was highly sensitive and highly personal. Information about his family that he needed to protect at all costs. He hardly trusted Merida with it and certainly wouldn’t if Belle didn’t trust her too. 

San was still a stranger and a stupid child. She barely even knew what it was to be human. She did not care about Belle and Hades and the children the way he and Merida did. 

“We don’t have any obligation to protect her,” Lou said, his voice cutting as he stared at Merida through the reflection on the window. “You and I have an obligation to protect each other and the Acherons. She does not share those values.” It was contrarian to his own thoughts, he knew. San was just a child and she needed help, but accepting her into his pack was a heavy burden and he certainly didn’t want Merida to think that she could just do whatever she wanted without pushback. 

“Even if she was part of our pack, that would not have stopped the attack tonight from happening.” 

MERIDA: 

Merida bristled again. This was exactly why she’d been so firm-- because she’d expected the pushback. Last time when San had been a topic of conversation, she’d let herself be pushed around. But she wouldn’t anymore. She knew she was right. Every bone in her body told her so, and so did the wolf, who had wanted San from the beginning, who did not believe what Lou believed now-- that this attack couldn’t have been stopped. How could he know that, eh? If they’d been a pack… if they had been a proper pack, one that hunted together, who understood each other, who loved each other, then perhaps San would have never been alone tonight to begin with. 

She wasn’t going to get angry though (even though she wanted to). She was used to men who looked down on her and dismissed her opinions. She would not be the hothead that Lou thought her to be. 

“I disagree,” she said calmly-- though still firm. “I think a lot would be different if she was a pack. We could teach her better. Guide her. And considerin’ the way things are goin-- with the Blackwells-- it’s not safe for any one of us to be a wolf in the woods alone. Besides, maybe you don’t feel an obligation, but I do. And she-- that pup in there-- whether you like it or not, she trusts you, Lou. Weren’t you payin’ attention to how she was lookin’ at you while you were treating her? She wouldn’t betray us-- especially not if she were in our pack.” 

TOULOUSE:

“You think. You think it will be different if she was part of the pack because you want her to be,” Lou accused. “You aren’t thinking about anything but your own loneliness and you’re being selfish because all you have is yourself. I have other people to think about. Belle, Hades, the children. My brother and sister. My mother. Nounou.” 

He listed all of these people, his heart clenching with every name, as if by saying them it was trying to expel his worry into the air. 

“You do not know if she will betray us or not. You, yourself, were a perfectly placed plant to gain Belle’s trust and destroy her family from the inside.” Yes, Lou realized he sounded paranoid but it was also true. 

“I know that she is vulnerable, but so are we. So is my entirely Mundus family, minus Hades. You don’t get to make this decision on your own without considering me and the other people we love and want to protect. You don’t get to just dictate whatever the hell you want and expect me to follow along like some spineless fool. That isn’t being a leader,” he scoffed. 

MERIDA: 

Lou’s words hurt.

Not the rubbish about being a leader-- but the other part. That she didn’t have anyone. It felt like a kick to the stomach. More than one actually, as he went on, as if just cuz he had more people meant he was somehow better than her. 

But she wasn’t going to cry in front of this fool. Even if the tears pricked for a moment. They receded, leaving Merida’s eyes shining, but still just as intense. 

“I’m not. I listened to you last time, you forget that? And I’m talkin’ to you now, aren’t I?” No, Merida didn’t realize how her phrasing could be better-- to her, pullin’ Lou aside was bringing him into the decision. “But things have changed, so I’m askin’ you to change too. It’s the right thing to do. Not just because you think I’m lonely.” Her nose scrunched for a moment, the anger there in her expression now, even as she tried to push it back. “Which-- I’m not. Because I have people too. I have Belle, whether you believe she should have forgiven me or not. And if you don’t think I would lay my life down for her, for her entire family-- for you too, ye thickheided oaf-- then you clearly haven’t spent enough time in my thoughts. I don’t need San. But I want her. And she wants and needs us.” 

TOULOUSE:

Merida’s speech did little to impress or impassion Lou. He did know that she would sacrifice herself for Belle or the other Acherons or even himself or his siblings, but not necessarily because she loved them. In his eyes, she was begging to be a martyr. And martyrs were ridiculous and foolhardy. 

And he knew that he technically agreed with her about San. She needed protection and while he was reluctant to expand this stupid pack any further, it was the best course of action. Especially if there was another pack or lone wolf out there looking to hurt his family. If San was just another body between the evils of the world and the people Lou loved—that was good enough for him. 

Still, he could not give in without pushback. 

“You are not talking to me now, you’re telling me. There was no asking, no getting my opinion. You dragged me in here and started barking orders like a general. I think you, of all people, should understand how uncooperative that makes me.” 

And not just because she’d been inside his head, but because he knew that she was the same way. Though, perhaps he was the only self aware one between them. That wouldn’t shock him. 

Before she could pop off arguing pointlessly again, he held up a hand. 

“I will agree,” he told her. “However, if this backfires somehow, or I sense for a moment that San is not fully on our side and committed to protecting the people we are—she’s gone. Agreed?”

MERIDA: 

What! She hadn’t started barkin’ orders--

And she looked back at what just happened and, shite. She heard herself for the first time. She’d been so caught up in being confident and trying to seem like a leader-- especially in the face of this trauma and the danger on their doorstep-- that maybe she had started barking orders. Merida’s face flushed (though it had been hot from annoyance this whole time). Her jaw grit. 

She was not going to say Lou was right, naturally. He could pry an admission outta her teeth, though since he was finally agreeing, maybe that wouldn’t happen. No reason to keep troddin’ over all this again and again, lest it all get worse. 

But… right. She’d… she’d try to remember this later. 

And so she nodded, slow, swallowing down any of her own protests. “Fine. Agreed. Though-- at least-- promise to give her a chance. She’s practically a pup.” And whether she liked it or not, the worry was plain in her face. She glanced back at the room, affection in her eyes too. “She will need our help. It might not be easy at first. But I believe in her, as long-- as long as she has you. And me,” she added. 

TOULOUSE:

Lou wasn’t sure why Merida believed in San. In his opinion she was a child (not a pup, please.) A stupid and reckless child who knew nothing about being a human, which meant she was constantly putting herself and others in danger. You know, wild children who grow up in the woods, entirely away from society actually cannot learn how to speak? It is psychologically impossible for them. San was much the same. No matter how he tried, there were always wild parts of her and probably always would be. 

These were the parts of her that made Lou uncomfortable—because they reminded him of the wild, untamable parts of himself. 

And yet, he could not turn his back on her. The wolf stood as steadfast as Merida. It never doubted, but it was also patient. Waiting for it’s stupid human to catch up to the inevitable. 

Lou sighed, but he nodded. “Fine. Let us go tell her the good news,” he said dully. 

He led the way up to the third floor, where Hades and Belle were staying. Following the sound of voices, he found San in the room where they had put Opal’s crib. On the bed, Belle was sitting with San. Opal was in Belle’s lap, her head on her mother’s shoulder—clearly having been woken by the commotion and her new roommate. 

When they entered, Belle looked up and smiled at them. Lou did not say anything, just gave a nod of greeting and went to lean against the wall next to Belle, crossing his arms. 

MERIDA: 

Merida came in and she immediately looked to Lou-- but yeah, ‘course the bloke would immediately retreat. Not that he needed to stand next to her while she talked to San, but she would have liked for this to look at least a little more welcomin’. But nevermind the min. She’d never depended on men before and she would not depend on one now. She could only hope that once they all sang together and let San in, then Lou’s frosty exterior would thaw. 

She approached San now with a gentle smile, a strange expression for a girl like Merida who wasn’t used to such things. But when it came to San, her heart was tender. The wolf inside her yearned to sleep next to her, to keep her close. That softness bled through. 

That didn’t mean that she er… knew how to do this all that well. 

“San, Lou and I-- we er...we were talking-- we’ve been discussin’ it for a while really--” Not a lie, this conversation had come up before. “And we think… we want you in our pack. If ye want to join.” 

And Merida offered her hand for San to reach out to, if she wanted. 

SAN:

San’s anger retreated as Lou scolded her. It was just so frustrating that she’d let some wolf get the jump on her like that. It didn’t just endanger her, but everyone she cared for in this God forsaken place. Belle had done exactly as Lou told her to and San wordlessly obeyed. 

They went upstairs and San took the woolen sweater Belle dug out of a bureau. It was a bit big, but comfortable in a way that made her feel safe and cocooned. The creme colored fabric was just as warm, if not more so than her wolf’s coat. San felt bad about disturbing the little one. Opal came to be a classmate, and a packmate to San even if she was human. This family, along with the man Kristoff, proved to her that humans weren’t all bad. After she pulled the fresh clothes over her ragged and tired form she sat next to the mother and her child. 

Is a family all she wanted? San longed to have somewhere to belong, but it felt like she was abandoning her real family by being so comfortable here. So when Merida posed the question to her, San paused before taking her extended hand. Morality was still a new concept, loyalty was not. But was being loyal to another family a betrayal? 

“Would my mother be safe here if I said yes? When I find her. I just don’t want her to find me and think that I’ve forgotten about her…” 

TOULOUSE:

“I don’t think that would be appro—“

“Of course she would be,” Belle cut Lou off with a sharp look before turning back to San and giving her a soft smile. The same one she used on the children. And the same one she used on Lou when he was in pain. It irritated him, being cut off, but it also irritated him to see Belle look at someone else with such affection. 

He scowled but didn’t say anything else. 

It was a moot point anyway. San’s mother was most likely dead. From what he had gathered of the story she’d told, that was the outcome that made the most sense. Besides, she was a proper wolf. Not a werewolf, so she would like in the forest and have no contact with them. Even if she was still alive. 

“This forest is protected,” Belle told San. “By the Great Prince, but also by laws. Wolves are not allowed to be hunted, so she could live here safely. I think it’d be wonderful if you joined.”

“You’re not part of the pack,” Lou told her bluntly, even if the wolf disagreed.  

She looked over her shoulder at him and her expression was torn between hurt and indignation. “I wasn’t saying that,” she snapped defensively. “I was just agreeing that I think it’d be lovely.” 

MERIDA: 

Course Lou continued to make this as hard as possible. 

But Merida did not blink. She barely looked at his sour face. What mattered to her was that San had not pulled away. Her hand was slight and gentle in Merida’s own-- even though she knew this girl was strong, capable of much more than she might even think. That was part of Merida’s mission now. Becoming her alpha, she would not only look after San, but teach her that she was no longer a pup. She didn’t need her mum-- though of course they’d not turn the wolf away if she did arrive in Enchantra. 

She nodded along with Belle then. “Exactly. When yer mum arrives, she’d be safe here. I would treat her as my own.” She had no problems promising as much; Lou probably felt differently, but well, he could suck on his own toe. 

“So… how about it? Will ye sing with us when the moon is full?” Merida said again, gently, hopefully. 

SAN:

San felt an ache in her chest vanish. It had been there a long time. Even before her pack was decimated and her mother ran away. Maybe it had been there all her life. Or maybe it started when her human parents left her in the forest all those years ago. 

The hollowness San had felt all this time, was a want for a human connection. A werewolf pack was different from what she had known. Wolves aren’t people. And San was.

 She looked at the three of them around her with wide eyes. They all looked back expectantly. 

She didn’t hesitate to nod. And then she kept nodding, a smile soon forming. “Yes.” 

“Yes! I will! Merida, thank you!” She wrapped her arms around the redhead, and her new alpha, squeezing her tightly. And then looked excitedly to Lou, who didn’t seem like the hugging type… but San wanted to anyway. Peeling away from Merida, the short girl threw her arms around his form but quickly retracted in case of protest. 

“And you too, thank you,” lastly she turned to Belle, “And you, you may be… human… but you welcomed me into your home and you’re a part of my pack, wolf or not.”