LeFou: The laws of God and man are very clear. No man can compel another man to fight.

Gaston: The laws of my fist are about to compel your teeth.

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Lefou gazes out the window, full of both excitement and anxiety and waiting for their entrance to Auradon.

Ben met them in the back and motions for them to follow. “I have a small house for you that I asked Harry to lead Gil to.”

Gil was blindfolded and couldn’t hear anything as he was lead to the house. “Is this a prank?!”

Lefou had to repress the urge to call back out to Gil as he heard his voice approach. He kept quiet until Gil entered, and then rushed to his side, wrapping him in a tight hug, “Gil!” he gasped out, unable to believe it was real despite the boy being right in front of him.

The blindfold was removed along with the headphones when Lefou runs up to him. Gil sobs out as he hugs back, falling to his knees. “Papa! Papa!” He cries out, burying his face in his shoulder.

Lefou beams at Gil, falling down with him as his arms stay around his son’s shoulders. “Gil!” he whispers, voice breaking as tears of his own start to fall. “It’s really you...”

Lefou frowned for a moment, and then blinked in realization. “Ah. I forgot about the magic rules,” he said apologetically. “Sorry, then.” Awkwardly he looked down.

“It’s fine. Really. I appreciate it,” he murmured with a tiny smile.

Lefou laughed softly. “Well, thank you, friend,” he said, shifting the weight on his feet. “Well, then. Want me to show you around?”

His gaze seemed to grow more intense as LeFou refused his demand. Gaston’s jaw clenched tightly at the refusal, though his world was far too blurred in the moment for him to actually act upon his anger accurately. His intoxication was beginning to influence his senses now. 

The hunter reached forward once more, his large hand grasping a bit helplessly at the smaller’s shirt and bow. He simply grabbed onto whatever he could in the moment, roughly tugging LeFou closer to him. The familiar smell of ale was heavy on his breath as he looked upon the other. 

“And exactly what food do you suggest?” Gaston nearly growled, pressing his face closer as a means of drunken intimidation. If he had little sense of personal space before, he truly lost all sense of it now. “Since you know all now.” 

Lefou felt the strange mixture of fear for himself and concern for Gaston pulse through him. Just as much as he wanted to defend himself, he wanted to help his friend, save him from whatever demon had taken residence inside him.

“Gaston,” Lefou whispered, setting a hand on Gaston’s shoulder. “Gaston, please. I’m not your enemy here. I’m just trying to help. What you’re doing, it’s unhealthy... surely you see that?” He smiled, both nervous and hopeful. “Come on. We’ll get some bread... then you can sleep.”

“You don’t remember the car accident?” Lefou asks one more time, hoping he had just heard that incorrectly as he leans over the hospital bed.

“C-can you tell me your name, or mine?”

“Uh-uh…” Stanley shakes his head, one hand pressed to his side, hissing in pain. “Nothing… just… hurts…” He cringes and presses his other hand to his head.

Lefou quietly lets the words sink in as his world comes crashing down on top of him. Has his worst fear really come to pass? He’s experienced several nightmares of being forgotten by Stanley and sometimes other loved ones before, all with him waking up to Stanley comforting him by telling him it was only a bad dream.

Except this time, it isn’t.

Lefou suddenly becomes dizzy, and his sight darkens. He closes his eyes and holds his head in his hands, partly to steady himself physically, partly emotionally. Not before turning away to make sure Stanley can’t see how upset he is though. Tears escape his eyes and find freedom on the cold floor as he works on steadying his breath.

How utterly selfish of him.

“I-I’m going to go see if the doctor can…treat you for your pain.” He tells the other with a strained voice, then quickly yet unsteadily walks out.

Stanley can tell that his words are upsetting the other man. That much is obvious, even though he has no memory of who the man is.

But whether he knows him or not, he hates the idea of the man being distressed, and so he looks at him for a long moment, trying to decide how best to comfort him.

“W-Wait... You-” he gasps, wishing he had a name he could call out. “Come back. Please come back.” He grunts in pain, clenching his eyes shut. “It- don’t be- please.” 

The boy kept muttering, ‘I’ll try, I’ll try.”

Neither were particularly strong, but Deux did manage to use a nearby ledge for leverage. He managed to pull LeFou up to his feet, while trying not to panic.

“Home’s that way, I think- our home, with the tent? That home, it’s that way.” He held his arm around his father’s back, leading him.

“D-Deux,” Lefou gasped out, gritting his teeth against the pain. He nearly collapsed again, despite leaning his weight against the nearest wall. “Deux... please... stay calm...” He closed his eyes for a long moment. “Don’t... panic... okay?”

Lefou gazes out the window, full of both excitement and anxiety and waiting for their entrance to Auradon.

Ben met them in the back and motions for them to follow. “I have a small house for you that I asked Harry to lead Gil to.”

Gil was blindfolded and couldn’t hear anything as he was lead to the house. “Is this a prank?!”

Lefou had to repress the urge to call back out to Gil as he heard his voice approach. He kept quiet until Gil entered, and then rushed to his side, wrapping him in a tight hug, “Gil!” he gasped out, unable to believe it was real despite the boy being right in front of him.

Stanley shook his head, smile falling a bit. “No, I haven’t done enough...” he said, voice quiet. “I let him hurt you. You can say I don’t have to apologize, but... I could have... I should have known Gaston might put you in danger.” Stanley pursed his lips, angry at himself. “It wasn’t your rightful consequence... you deserved no such thing happening to you.”

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When Deux felt something warm and wet against his hand, he pulled it away. He recognized the substance- blood.

“DAD- What did they DO to you, DAD?! Who did it- Who did it, I’ll get them, I know you don’t want me to, but I have to, don’t I? Don’t I?”

He was panicking, not knowing what to do or how to help. He started to realize he was shouting, screaming… “They’re going to find us!”

Lefou let out a tiny gasp, trying to answer the questions but overwhelmed by pain. He struggled on the ground, every motion causing shockwaves to crash through his body.

“D-D-Deux...” he managed, voice a hoarse whisper. “Shh... just... l-listen...” He gritted his teeth, fighting with himself to stay awake. He had to, for Deux’s sake. “We... just... have to... get home... okay?” He let out another pained breath. “H-Help... me... up...”

“You too, Gil,” Lefou murmurs, hugging him back. “Thank you for being part of my family.”