#Amy Bartlett | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

theteltales · 8 months ago

Text

The Letters That Move Us - Violet Evergarden x Amy Bartlett (Isabella York) FanFic

Summary: Violet Evergarden finds herself taking an unexpected assignment as a handmaiden for Miss Isabella York while she attends a prestigious women's academy. It's a far cry from Violet's typical work writing letters and made more complicated by the secrets they must keep.

This story is a re-imagining of the movie Violet Evergarden: Eternity and the Auto Memory Doll. It explores what might happen if Violet walked a different path and eventually reciprocated Amy's feelings. The story will go beyond their time at the school and expand on the adversity they have to overcome if they want to be together.

Written in a way that is (hopefully) fandom blind friendly.

Rating: Everyone (for now, may change in the future for language or more "adult" concepts).

Notes: Before we start, I'm going to set the stage a little since the timeline (especially ages) can get a little ambiguous. So, I'm writing as if all the events of the season 1 anime to have happened already. Chapter one starts at the end of the final episode and then we are off into the movie.

I consider Violet and Amy to both be over the age of 18. While I don't plan on including any smut in this story, I feel more comfortable if that is established from the beginning when dealing with romance. That kind of content will be separated out into other pieces. I hope you enjoy!

(Primarily published on AO3 if you want to catch up quicker)

Chapter 1: A Promise on the Wind (Violet) Chapter 2: A Fateful Assignment (Violet) Chapter 3: A Rough Beginning (Amy) Chapter 4: A Lesson in Irritation (Amy) Chapter 5: A Break in the Day (Amy) Chapter 6: Boiling Over (Part 1) (Amy) Chapter 7: Boiling Over (Part 2) (Violet) Chapter 8: A Bump in the Night (Amy) Chapter 9: A Dance and a Dip (Amy) Chapter 10: A Dip and Some Rest (Violet) Chapter 11: A Step in a New Direction (Violet) Chapter 12: Intermission 1 (Claudia) Chapter 13: An Echo of Sadness (Violet) Chapter 14: Kindred Spirits (Isabella) Chapter 15: Turn and Twist (Isabella)

#violet evergarden eternity and the auto memory doll #violet evergarden #amy bartlett #isabella york #violet x amy #violet x isabella #f/f #f/f fanfic #yuri

26 notes · View notes

javathewildone · 9 months ago

Text

One Day - Heartland AU (Part 37)

Parts: 36 ... Trigger Warnings: minor descriptions of rape

“But you do know, don’t you? You heard his voice.”

“Pretty little thing you have here, Tim.” “See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Amy stared out into the yard while her vision blurred with tears.

“Tell Daddy we’re even.”

She replayed the words over and over and over in an endless loop for the last three months. But when she opened the memory to that night, it wasn’t just his voice. It was the feel of him, too. His weight crushing her front into the concrete so she could barely suck in enough air to scream. His legs pinning her in place leaving no room to fight him off. His hands touching her in places she didn’t think she’d ever be able to unfeel. His cock tearing her open so violently she was left bleeding and sore for days. Trying to isolate a voice in the chaos of blind panic proved nearly impossible.

Shutting her eyes, Amy turned away from Ty, away from the onslaught of horrific memories that threatened to separate her soul from her body as it had that night.

Unable to take her suffering anymore, Ty slid over to try to take her hand from between her knees. To get her to look at him. “Amy. I’m sorry.” He felt terrible for bringing up that night, for stirring that memory.

His hand banding around her wrist triggered a flash of her attacker snatching it when she desperately tried to reach for something to defend herself. He twisted her arm behind her back, yanking on it so hard it nearly went out of joint.

“No.” She broke then. Tore herself out of Ty’s grasp and surged to her feet.

That was when Lisa pulled away from Jack and rushed to meet Amy when she bolted inside. The two women collided, Amy falling apart in a mess of sobs and trembling legs. Lisa was barely able to hold onto her when they gave out, easing down with her to the kitchen floor.

“Oh, honey.” Lisa’s voice cracked as tears gathered in her own eyes.

Ty stood in the doorway, his face pale. He saw Amy have panic attacks before, a few times in fact, but never like this. Never to the point of her losing all control. She kept herself so tightly wound she was more likely to lash out in anger that Ty came to learn was simply masked fear. This was… the dam truly breaking.

Jack remained just as helpless near the sink. He didn’t want to believe Ty was right even though it had made sense. Discovering the truth didn’t just hurt, it incited an anger he hadn’t felt in quite a long time. Meeting Ty’s eye, Jack lifted his chin for him to go. Ty nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor for a second before retreating outside.

Moving his gun to rest against the side of the fridge out of the way, Jack then crouched beside his wife who had her arms secured around Amy. It wasn’t lost on him that she was actually allowing the contact, even curling into it. “Is there anything I can do?” Jack asked Lisa quietly.

She shook her head. “I don’t think so,” she answered softly. What could any of them really do aside from what they were doing?

Jack gave a small nod, placing a comforting hand on her back before standing. “We’ll give you some space.”

He joined Ty outside, finding his grandson pacing the length of the yard and running his hands through his hair in aggravated motions. He stopped when he spotted Jack, lacing his fingers tightly behind his head and tipping it back to look at the night sky. “I didn’t want to be right.”

“But you were and now we know. Now we can move forward.”

Ty twisted to look at his grandfather. “Can we? She still can’t tell us who it was.”

Running his fingers over his mustache, Jack tried to drown out the sound of Amy’s sobs at his back. “I think it’s time I give Tim Fleming a call.” He didn’t intend to unless absolutely necessary, waiting to see if he’d reach out on his own to check on Amy. Aside from the time Amy called him to try to go home, there was no other contact. Given what he knew before and solidified by what he knew now, Jack would assume Tim was still protecting Amy by keeping his distance. It was about time they found out what he was hiding from them all.

Lisa massaged her hand across Amy’s back, rocking her in a soothing motion while gently shushing her. “You’re safe here, okay?”

Was she? Amy didn’t even know anymore. Safer than in Vancouver maybe, but without knowing if the man who raped her was someone with a vendetta or simply an opportunist, she couldn’t say for certain. Ty could very well have been right about everything and they needed to be on alert for the possibility of danger following her to Heartland.

“I’m going to be sick.” Untangling herself from Lisa, Amy scrambled to her feet, barely making it to the bathroom before she was once again on the floor retching into the toilet until there was nothing left but dry heaves.

Not wanting to leave Amy alone, Lisa followed, gathering her hair out of her face and holding it at the nape of her neck. She resumed rubbing rhythmic circles over her back and tracing along her spine in an attempt to alleviate the tension gathered in her body.

It took a little while for Amy to calm down enough to relax on her heels on the floor. At some point Lisa left to find a blanket that she draped over her back and took up a vigil on the edge of the tub.

Wiping at the itchy dried tears on her cheeks, Amy fell back against the vanity. She tugged the blanket around her trembling body, curling beneath its warmth. Lisa remained quiet all the while aside from some murmured assurances and words of encouragement. Amy couldn’t hear all of what she said, only that it was a comfort to have someone there to help pull her back together.

“Here. Drink some water,” Lisa said, handing her the glass she had sitting on the counter.

Taking it gratefully, Amy swallowed a few small sips then curled the glass against her chest inside the blanket.

“I’m sorry.” she mumbled, her voice hoarse.

“Oh, sweetie, you’ve been through hell. You have more than a right to break down.”

Amy closed her eyes. They burned from so much crying and rubbing at them. She hadn’t even considered the fact that Jack and Lisa had been in the kitchen when she came barreling inside. She assumed they overheard every dirty detail she confessed to Ty. It was just as well. At least she wouldn’t have to repeat any of it.

“It’s not just that.” Her eyes opened again, staring down into the water. “When I first arrived Ty accused me of possibly leading trouble into your home. I was offended then but… what if he turns out to be right?” She didn’t even want to fathom the possibility. It terrified her.

Lisa wouldn’t deny it worried her, too. But they had a lot of trouble come through Heartland over the years between Ty and the inmate program. Even her farm, Fairfield, wasn’t immune to corruption and scandal. So far they survived all of it while coming out stronger on the other side. “Then… we prepare for it.”

Amy lifted her eyes to Lisa.

“Maybe nothing will happen. But we need to be ready for anything. Knowledge is power, right?” The older woman reached out to place a reassuring hand on Amy’s shoulder. “The more we know, the better equipped we can be to keep this ranch and everyone on it safe.”

“What else do you want to know.” Amy’s voice shook, new tears retracing the paths of the old. It wasn’t just that she didn’t want to delve into the details of the night of her assault, there were parts that she couldn’t remember. That her brain hid away in the forgotten corners of her memory as a way of protecting her.

“Anything you can tell us. Even the things you’d rather stay buried.” Even the smallest seemingly insignificant details could make a difference.

Pressing her teeth down on the inside of her lip, Amy couldn’t help picturing the expressions on their faces from the details of her trauma. She didn’t even know if she was capable of forming the words let alone saying them out loud to these people who took her in when no one else wanted to.

“When you’re ready,” Lisa added when she saw the anxiety literally biting into Amy’s lip.

Amy nodded, relieved she wouldn’t be pressured again to speak her truth. She was exhausted in every sense of the word. “I’m gonna go back to bed,” she murmured, unfolding herself from the blanket. Lisa reached out to take the glass of water so Amy could stand then handed it back. She stood and walked with her out of the bathroom, pausing in the hall until Amy shut the bedroom door.

Jack and Ty looked at Lisa expectantly when she emerged from the house. “She went back to bed.”

“Did she say anything else?” Ty asked.

“No. She’s exhausted and understandably upset. Give her some space to breathe. She’ll tell us more in her own time.”

Ty wasn’t good at being patient, but he relented. They learned more than he ever expected to in a very short time. It was enough to do some of his own digging.

Lisa looked at Jack. “Tim didn’t give you any indication of what might be going on?” She knew her husband didn’t ask too many questions before agreeing to take Amy on but clearly they should have.

Jack shrugged. “His daughter was pregnant and she was having a hard time coping. He couldn’t offer her the support she needed. I assumed that meant he wasn’t able to handle her and the care she required whether that be emotionally or financially. I wouldn’t have guessed it was something like this.”

Ty frowned. “He didn’t want them finding out their actions had repercussions. In the event they came to claim what was theirs, or clean up after themselves.”

They were all silent for a moment, letting the implication of that sink in.

“That’s what we need to be prepared for,” Ty added. “We need to find out who did it. Then we can determine the threat level they pose.”

“You think it was one of the men who came to shake down Tim?” Jack asked.

Ty considered the option again. “It has to be. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

Lisa chimed in. “Unless it was just a random act of opportunity. Do we know where it happened?”

Ty and Jack looked at one another, neither having an answer. “That’s part of the story we’ll have to wait for her to share,” Ty said. They needed to know the details of that night. Awful as they would be to hear, it might be the thing they needed to narrow the suspect pool.

#heartland #fanfiction #one day #amy fleming #lisa stillman #ty borden #jack bartlett #tw: descriptions of rape

8 notes · View notes