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@candicebelfront
We R Who We R (& that's batshit crazy) || Brettoby + The Devil's Triplets
Toby had been having a pretty great fucking month. With the combined workforce of all of the able-bodied, lycanthropic Belfronts, Brett and Toby had managed to get all of their stuffed moved in well before their estimated date before Christmas â one less worry they had before the Holidays. Christmas was, as always, pretty great. Toby had Jackson back (who had graciously gotten him another sweater to match his eyes), and even though it was his first Christmas without his mom, he was pretty sure his dad almost cried when they announced that theyâd be naming their baby girl Susan. Heâd never ate more sweets in his entire fucking life, he was absolutely sure of it, and the Belfronts had managed not to burn a house down or scare away any third parties hoping to join the family.
But, of course, the year wasnât over yet.
Impending fatherhood, as the Foster Twins had so graciously called it, must have been trying to incorporate a new sleep schedule for Toby. Most nights he found himself in bed by nine; long out of it by 9:03 like the old man that he was. Or would be. Eventually. Not right now! It may have only been 7:30, but Toby was perfectly content to spend his Friday night in bed with his pregnant girlfriend, watching HGTV and chatting about nothing, pressing his face into her tummy as lil Susie occasionally kicked and punched up at him. It was becoming his most favorite thing to do.
"Theyâre gonna pick the second house she showed them," Toby commented idly, rubbing his hand softly under Brettâs shirt, drawing lightly on her tummy as they watched, like, the fourth episode in a row of House Hunters. "It has a bigger back yarâ"
Toby shot up into a sitting position, his head turning to the bedroom window as he subtly sniffed at the air. Something wasnât right. Something was very, very wrong. This was something he did not want to be dealing with tonight or ever. Christmas had been so good! They had only uncomfortably suggested a group orgy just once in passing and he was pretty sure Brett only laughed because she thought Cal was kidding! Cal was never kidding when it came to the twinsââ no, the tripletsâ!! â weird obsession with Brett. Toby looked to her, concern written on his features just before he heard the voices outside, and the doorbell ring a moment later.
"Stay here!" Toby hopped up over her. "Play dead! I mean, no, not dead â pretend youâre sleeping!" He shimmied into a pair of sweatpants (god damn those three for forcing him into clothes on a Friday night at HIS OWN HOUSE) and sulked down the hallway and into the living room, opening up the front door like, five inches as he glared out at the three faces he had least wanted to see. Heâd rather see Kol dancing nude, playing a saxophone and riding a unicycle on his front porch. Heâd rather wrestle a party of bears. Toby kept glaring.
"What the hell do you three want?" he huffed, his eyes traveling down to the bags in their hands before making their way back up to their faces. They all shared the same shit eating grin. It was terrible. It made him uneasy. "Christmas was yesterday, I donât need any more gifts."
"Well, we're glad you don't need any more gifts, because none of these are for you, poop head," Cal said with a shit eating grin, placing his hand flat against the door and pressing on it. This engaged the fight between the two males of the situation, both pressing on opposite sides of the door. This had happened before and would probably ensue for hours if no one stopped them.
Sighing, Candy stomped her foot, "Toby! Brett said we could come over!" She turned and pushed her shoulder onto the door, helping Cal with his side of this crusade. She firmly believed that she and Cal combined would win; but everything seemed to come to a stop when all four of them heard the feet against the floor of the one semi-non-Belfront in the house.Â
"Toby," Brett said softly, a light laugh in the syllables, "Let them in, I invited them over." Brett viewed Toby's family as close to her as her own family. That might have partially been because Henley was just as much a Belfront as she was Brett's cousin. And her closeness with Toby's family was why she'd come trotting on out dressed in just a pair of short shorts and one of Toby's t-shirts. It was big enough that her small frame + baby belly fit comfortably in it.
Cal and Candy gave one last push to get in, which led to them toppling into the house, a mess of blonde hair and presents and werewolf muscle. Once they both laid flat out on the floor, they looked up at Brett like she were the fucking sun and the moon and the stars. "Brett!" they chimed in unison, scrambling to their feet and wrapping the little pregnant blonde in their arms (both of them probably touching her inappropriately in some way). "Thanks for having us over," Cal said, winking to Toby over the top of Brett's head.
We R Who We R (& that's batshit crazy) || Brettoby + The Devil's Triplets
Candice had only been reintroduced to her real family for a little over a month. Maybe the Belfronts were just welcoming to long lost family members; or maybe it was the pack mentality; or maybe it was the fact that she was a triplet. She viewed it as: they were just as crazy as she was. But, as was to be expected, she fit in best with the other two counterparts of herself. And today, they were getting into their usual shenanigans.
"Cal, just shut up, lock the damn place and let's go," Candy whined to the man upon whose back she was riding. Okay, so it was just an excuse for her to wrap her legs around him, but most people in town knew about Belfrontcest now; so why even lead with it anymore? "That would be a lot easier if you weren't squeezing me in the vice grip that is your perfectly toned legs," Cal told her, holding the door as Claire walked out behind them.
"You liked my vice grip last night," she winked to him before jumping down from his back and taking some of the bags that Claire carried. They were small bags (okay, most of them were small) and each held a different item from Cal's store; and all of these gifts were for Brett. 1. because they all were oddly obsessed with their cousin's blonde companion; and 2. because it was fun to watch Toby squirm and try to pry his pregnant girlfriend away from the three of them.
"Clairey," Candy said, leaning her head over onto her sister's shoulder, "Do you think we'll actually get past the door this time? Maybe if I distract him with my boobs..." She trailed off as Cal locked the door and then turned to face his sisters. "Oh, we're already set. I talked to Brett yesterday. She knows we're coming, he doesn't. The problem will be that he can hear us and smell us from a mile away."
The trio turned and started down the road towards Tobias' house and Candy giggled that devilishly sweet (read:Â deceptively sweet) laugh of hers, "He does seem particularly in tune to us. I'm guessing because he's been chasing you two off of his women his whole life, right?"
I think youâre my best friend.
belfront triplets [shrugging emoji tbh]
cause darling we are nightmares dressed like daydreams - a belfront ladies moodboard
Candice âCandyâ Belfront || 23 years old || Werewolf || FC: Jaime King
Traits
(+) Sharp, Effervescent, Fearless (-) Impulsive, Obstinate, Lonely
Personality
Candy was always different from everyone else around her. While all the little girls around her played perfectly with their dolls, Candice was the one popping their heads off or just taking all their clothes and having a ânekkid partyâ. Most of her nekkid parties were with two female dolls; though every now and then she would make things interesting and throw a Ken doll in. Needless to say, she ended up in time out a lot. But it hardly ever bothered her; sheâd never felt the sense of belonging with the little girls her mom wanted her to play with. Candy always had the feeling that she was supposed to be somewhere else.
As she grew into a young woman, she found that it was easier to just go along with what her mother said. Didnât mean she enjoyed it; but she grew accustomed to it. She played the part of the prim and perfect daughter; always dressed perfectly, and even won homecoming queen a few times. But she never felt like herself.
After her first shift, the darker side of Candice began to emerge. While her outwards appearance has hardly ever changed, Candyâs true personality began to shine through. Her vulgarity spiked, her words changed from quiet and polite to brash and sexual. For the first time in her life, she felt like herself. And sheâd soon find out why.
Biography
The name âBelfrontâ is closely related with âbat shit insanityâ in the town of Oxford. Belfronts are only looked at strangely when they arenât drunk and disorderly. So when only two of the three babies born were still there when it was time to check out of the hospital, it wasnât surprising to doctors when the Belfront mother and father simply refused to believe that there had ever been a third baby. After all, sheâd been doped up on pain medication, heâd been drunk (and probably high, too, lbh); they had no real recollection of what had happened that night. They left with the twins and gave no second thought to the name on a piece of paper the doctors kept insisting had been a third baby.
Meanwhile, the third member of the triplets was carried across Louisiana and into Texas. Candy had been kidnapped, and would now live with the people whoâd taken her. The couple that took her were clever, and sure, some might say they were bad people for stealing a baby, but they turned out to be wonderful parents. Despite her oddities, Candy grew into a well functioning teen. Things seemed to be going great until she shifted for the first time. Because that was the night that Candice would experience her darker side.
Years passed, and a body count accrued (written off by local police as wild animal attacks) until Candice was legally an adult. Never having mentioned what she was to her parents, sheâd expected them to suddenly open up to her at some point and tell her what was going on. When they didnât, she began to suspect something was awry. And so, after saving up enough money and stealing some hair samples, she went and had a DNA test done.
Candice wasnât shocked when the tests came back and proved that the people sheâd called mom and dad her whole life werenât her real parents. The only clue she had to go on was her birth certificate, which her parents had never allowed her to see. But Candice was smart. She knew how to trick her way into what she wanted; and spent nearly a year convincing her parents to get her a passport so she could study abroad. They finally caved (probably just because they were tired of hearing about it), and went and got her birth certificate out of their safety deposit box.
When she arrived at their house to pick them up to go to the post office, she thanked her lucky stars for being a werewolf and quickly and easily took both of her sham parents out. Leaving them unconscious on the floor, she jumped into her car and took off. She drove all the way to Oxford that night and adopted her true last name âBelfrontâ. And sheâd come to find that she was truly at home among the bat shit insane that made up the rest of of her sexy family.
Candice âCandyâ Belfront is TAKEN