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@happiestmariebeaumont / a private writing account belonging to the roleplay group happiestplacehq as Marie, known in Redwood Hollow as Marie Beaumont. based on the disney film from 1970 'THE ARISTOCATS' written by Naomi ( she/her, 29, gmt+1-2 ).
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■ 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖙 ➮ 𝒜𝓃𝑜𝓃.
Marie had been on the lookout for Tina Bell all afternoon. The moment she finally spotted her weaving through the crowd, a triumphant grin spread across her face. Without warning, she marched over, caught Tina by the wrist, and steered her into a quiet corner before pinning her lightly against the wall.
Before Tina could even get a word out, Marie slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief and determination.
"Tina Bell," she said dramatically, narrowing her gaze as though she were an investigator finally confronting a suspect. "I have one question for you."
Marie leaned in closer, lowering her voice as if she were about to demand state secrets.
"How," she began, pausing for effect, "did you get yourself a daddy?!"
The words burst out of her so suddenly that even Marie seemed surprised by her own enthusiasm.
She finally removed her hand from Tina's mouth, only to immediately grab both of Tina's shoulders instead."Was there paperwork involved? A secret application process? Did you summon him? Was there a ritual? Tina, I need answers! Sexy answers and preferably with as much detail as possible."
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"Mm. Maybe I'm over thinking it. I mean— I don't usually celebrate Valentine's day." Now that he was thinking about it, flowers did seem a little... well, not the vibe, lets just say. "Well actually, I did do that. The mixed CD thing."
“It’s not bad to overthink things,” Marie said gently, offering Bailey a small reassuring smile in an attempt to lift their spirits. “Honestly, I’m sure she’ll be happy just knowing you were thinking about her this Valentine’s Day. People remember that kind of thing more than the actual gift.”
She tilted her head slightly before letting out a soft laugh. “And like I said, you can never really go wrong with chocolate. Chocolate is practically the universal language of affection.” Her expression turned thoughtful for a moment as she tapped a finger against her chin. “Well…unless you have absolutely no clue what kind she likes. White chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate—people can get surprisingly passionate about their favorites.”
Marie shrugged lightly after a second, trying to keep the mood easygoing. “But even then, I doubt it would be a disaster. If she doesn’t like one of the flavors, she can always hand them off to her brothers or something. Siblings are basically built-in candy disposal systems.” She smiled a little wider at that, hoping Bailey would relax at least a bit. “The important part is the thought behind it, not whether you picked the perfect chocolate on the first try.”
Nani spotted Marie a mile off. She was close in age to Lilo, and she had heard many a things about the young woman. Some great, some not so… Whenever Nani saw her, there was a pang of concern. However, she didn't know her well enough to offer a hand.
When Nani found Marie in a state of distress, her big-sister instincts kicked in full force. Her first thought was to get her somewhere safe and make sure she was okay. The second was to make sure she got home in one piece. She was slurring and teetering. Marie was in no fit state to be out.
Nani supposed Marie as she flung her arms around her neck, patting the top of her shoulders in an attempt at comfort while she protested. "Marie, I know you don't want to but I think you—"
And then Marie flipped a switch. She pulled away and Nani raised her hands defensively, showing her palms.
"Not gonna hit you, Marie. It's okay… I'm not gonna touch you. But I think we should at least sober you up a little before you go anywhere else."
Marie knew deep down that she was in no state to be drinking alcohol. Her thoughts were already tangled enough without it, emotions crashing into one another like violent waves she could not calm. Every loud laugh in the room made her flinch ever so slightly, every sudden movement pulling her attention away from whatever conversation she was trying to focus on. She had tried to pretend she was fine, tried to smile and blend into the atmosphere around her, but the exhaustion behind her eyes betrayed her.
So when Nani quietly assured her that she would not hurt her, Marie felt something in her chest loosen. Relief flooded through her so suddenly it almost hurt. For a brief moment she allowed herself to breathe again, to believe she was safe standing here beside someone who wasn't trying to manipulate her or scare her.
Yet that horrible, nosy voice in the back of her head refused to let her rest.
Go home.You need to go home now.Before something happens again.
The memory struck her without warning. Rough hands grabbing her. The panic that had clawed its way up her throat. The feeling of helplessness that still haunted her every time she walked alone at night. Her stomach twisted violently and tears welled in her eyes before she could stop them. She looked down quickly, embarrassed by how fragile she suddenly felt, but the tears spilled over anyway, warm streaks running down flushed cheeks.
Her fingers trembled as they curled around the sleeve of her jacket. "Will you come home with me?" she asked softly, her voice cracking halfway through the sentence. She hated how small she sounded, how vulnerable. "I... I don't want to get hurt along the way."
The confession lingered heavily in the air between them.
Marie swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, but another shaky breath escaped instead. "I know it probably sounds stupid," she murmured, avoiding Nani's gaze for a second. "But ever since that night I can't walk home alone without thinking someone's behind me. Every shadow feels wrong. Every person that looks at me too long makes me panic."
She wiped at her eyes quickly, frustrated with herself for crying. "I just... I don't think I can do it tonight."
Rachel's smile dropped momentarily, her eyes pinging opened when she realised what had just been asked. Instinctively, her hands found the ends of her hair, holding it tight like a tether to calm.
"Oh, Marie..." Rachel breathed. "No! No, no, I don't hate you! Of course I don't hate you," she assured quickly, now taking a step toward Marie. She let go of her hair, and lay a hesitant hand on her shoulder.
"Marie, it's okay. We're okay!" Rachel continued. "I promise." It seemed now would be a good time to offer Marie a hug, so she did, opening her arms in wait for Marie to reciprocate. "I-I'm sorry if-- I'm sorry that I haven't been a very good friend to you."
"Are you sure? Because I was such a shitty person." Her voice cracked under the weight of her own guilt, every word sounding heavier than the last. “God, I even hit you, and you never deserved that. Not for a second.” She shook her head quickly, almost angrily at herself, tears threatening to spill as the memories came rushing back all at once. “I should have known better. I should’ve walked away, should’ve calmed down, should’ve been better than that, but I just… snapped. Toulouse was being such an idiot and everything felt like too much all at once and I let it get inside my head.”
Her fingers curled tightly into the fabric of her sleeves as she tried to steady her breathing. “That’s not an excuse though,” she whispered. “None of it is.”
She laughed weakly through the emotion building in her throat. “Still… I’m glad he saved you. I don’t even want to think about what could’ve happened if he hadn’t been there and—”
The words suddenly died in her mouth the moment she felt Rachel’s hands against her skin. The warmth of the touch caught her completely off guard, soft and grounding in a way she hadn’t expected. Her breath hitched sharply, and for a second she simply stood there frozen, overwhelmed by the kindness she felt she didn’t deserve.
“Oh, Rachel…”
The moment the hug wrapped around her, she broke. She held onto Rachel tightly, almost desperately, as if afraid she would disappear if she loosened her grip. Her shoulders trembled with quiet emotion while she buried her face against her.
“You’ve been an amazing friend,” she murmured shakily. “Better than I ever deserved after everything.” She swallowed hard before pulling back just enough to look at her, eyes red and glassy with tears. “And I’ll do better, I promise. I mean it this time. I’ll never allow myself to become that person again. I never want to hurt you, or anyone, the way I did before.”
Her voice softened into something smaller, more vulnerable. “I hate that I became someone who could make you afraid of me.” She shook her head slowly. “But I’m going to change that. Even if it takes me forever, I’ll keep trying until I’m someone worthy of the trust you still gave me.”
Rachel took three steps forward in the direction she was headed toward and then four steps backwards toward Marie. There was still just the slightest hint of a bruise in their relationship after Toulouse's accident but as far as Rachel knew that was all behind them and things were as good as gold now.
While she hid it very well (she thought) Marie's request to talk did cause the fight or flight senses to start tingling in the back of her mind.
"Yeah, sure! We can talk!" she fawned, beaming as pleasantly as ever. "What's... what's up? Are you okay?"
“I don’t know…” Marie said honestly, her voice wavering as she looked down at her hands. “I mean, I hoped… what I want to ask is… do you hate me?”
Her voice grew so small by the end that it almost broke completely, and she had to bite her lip hard to keep herself from crying right there. Her chest felt tight, like every breath was suddenly too heavy to pull in properly.
“I know I’ve been awful to you,” she continued quickly, words spilling out now that she had started. “But I hoped we had put that behind us. That we’d moved past it.” She finally dared to look up, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “You’re like a sister to me, Rachel, and—”
Her anxiety spiked as the silence stretched. It felt too long, too sharp, like whatever Rachel might say next could shatter something fragile between them.
“I don’t want to lose you, Rachel.”
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Rachel hadn't seen Marie since... well, long before she came upon the basket that she had given to Toulouse. It hadn't really crossed her mind that, after the fact, this might be somewhat of a conversation starter, and she hadn't really planned on it being that either. There were still things being worked out between Rachel and Toulouse, that she wasn't really sure should be brought up with anyone.
Still, Rachel wasn't totally awkward when she bumped into Marie in the Toulouse family home. "Oh, uh, hey! I was just picking up something I left. I'll be out of your hair in, like, five!"
It certainly had been a while since the girls had spoken to one another, and the silence between them had stretched far longer than either of them likely intended. Although the basket she had given Toulouse could have easily served as a conversation starter, a simple excuse to bridge the distance, it wasn’t really about that. Marie, being the sisterly type she was, wasn’t thinking about small talk or easy openings—she just wanted to take care of Rachel, the way she always had. More than that, though, there was a quiet, lingering ache in her chest, a hope she hadn’t quite managed to let go of; she wanted them to be friends again, truly, not just two people sharing the same space and pretending the past hadn’t happened. For a moment, she lingered there, fingers tightening slightly around the leaning of the kitchen island as she searched for the right words, her thoughts tangling together in a way that made everything feel heavier than it should have been.
“Rachel, can we talk for a second…?” she asked softly, her voice almost hesitant as she coughed lightly into her hand, buying herself a moment of courage. “I, uhm… I wanted to ask you something…”
Ladies do not start fights… but they can finish them.
Marie Beaumont's faceclaim has been changed to Lili Reinhart !!
MARILYN MONROE as Lorelei Lee
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes(1953)
The Aristocats (1970) dir. Wolfgang Reitherman
"You'd have nothing to worry about in a zombie apocalypse… I mean, they eat brains, right?"
“I love you too, brother,” Marie said absentmindedly, her gaze fixed somewhere far beyond the room, as if she were trying to watch a future only she could see. After a moment, she added in a softer voice, “You know I’d be the first to sacrifice myself if it ever came down to a zombie apocalypse, right? I mean it. I’d do anything to keep you and Thomas and Mom and Berlioz safe… anything at all.”
She let out a long, uneven sigh, the sound of it heavy with thoughts she couldn’t quite put into words. Part of her wondered—half joking, half not—whether the zombies would even bother with her if they realized there wasn’t much of a brain left to eat. The idea almost made her laugh, but the feeling faded before it could reach the surface.
“Sorry, sorry,” she murmured, rubbing her eyes like she could wipe the mood away. “I’ve just been in such a godawful headspace lately, and it’s… sticky, you know? Like no matter what I do, I can’t quite shake it off.” She paused, shoulders drooping, then tried for a small, apologetic smile. “I don’t mean to dump all that on you. I just—”
Her voice trailed off, replaced by quiet, the kind that felt full instead of empty.
@beaumont-ague
ASK: Do they believe they're worthy of being loved
Oh hitting her with the tough questions anon~!
Somewhere deep inside my own gorgeous, fragile self, I know I am worthy of love. I just—find sex easier. Love is messy. It tangles, it bruises, it lingers longer than it should. I’ve seen what it did to me and TJ, and I feel its weight with @figarofabbri too.
Continue for @baileylxghtfoot from here {X}
“You know roses aren’t the way to their heart. You should’ve made a mixed CD or something. Or chocolates. Women don’t get nearly enough chocolates on Valentine’s Day—it’s honestly a public health issue.” Marie snickered, not that she was any kind of love expert. If anything, she was the reigning champion of casual sex… which made it especially ironic that she was currently in a committed relationship and, against all odds, being completely faithful.
from: berlioz
to: marie
"merry christmas, marie."
Merry Christmas, Marie
-Toulouse
"fucking hell, marie-," slightly greeted, watching with horror as she bit it. admittedly, he did prioritise shaking his head over helping her up. but he got there. "here, take my hand. luckily, you look cute enough no one'll judge. well, almost no one."
“Fucking hell, Marie!”
Marie had to laugh at that — a rich, shameless kind of laugh that carried more mischief than guilt. “Feels like I’ve done that already—” she started, then caught herself, smirking as she tilted her head just so. Fucking hell that is, she thought. Most of her boytoys were no angels — far from it — and she wasn’t exactly the saintly type either. Her boyfriend, girlfriend, situationship, whatever-the-hell-they-called-it-these-days… none of them were ever boring.
“Now, you better not judge moi,” she said, drawing out the words with mock offense, lips curling into a slow grin. “I am, as you say, far too cute to be judged.” She lifted her chin, eyes glinting with that dangerous kind of charm that made it impossible to tell if she was teasing or tempting.
“And if anything,” she added, voice dropping to a playful murmur, “I know I look prettier gazing from down under.” A wink, deliberate and devastating, followed.
