#james x louisa md

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All my J x Tessa/ Manor era fics so far, mostly in order, all tying to the wig incident somehow will have a * next to them

Toddler Tessa Stories 1, 2 (in the wrong order, 2 is first)

Kid Tessa Stories from before Drones 1

The Beginning (Tessa's first Drone)

Day one

A Week Into J being there

The Catalyst for Tessa wanting to make J a wig *

The Incident >=3c (don't trust children with scissors lol) *

The Aftermath plus some flashbacks * (kinda hops all over tho) It was my first fanfic, plz be kind.

A little while after the J wig incident

Playing Pretend Still despite Tessa being 11

TW// Contains Restrictive Eating - Tessa age 11 Tessa age 12 (warning Menstruation) part 1 2 and 3

N helps Tessa (warning depression and sui mention)

Tessa starts playing the harp age 13

Somewhere in between

The Day Cyn was discovered *

Idk what this is but it's a J flashback, and it's really cute *

Shortly after Tessa turned 16 TW// beratement, verbal abuse, gaslighting, mild self harm, emotional distress, corporate jobs

in the Summer before the Gala 1, 2, 3 *

Tessa died *

Tessa returns from the dead as RoboTessa

Bonus cuz I don't know where they fit in:

James and Louisa being wholesome 3 2 4 1 6 (before Tessa) 5 (after) Tessa teaching Cyn a little (Teenage Years) V's signature bob becomes a thing (Teenage Years) Cyn being Silly (Early Adolescent Years maybe?) During Episode 3 (Tessa's dead but this is Cyn being cruel to J)

Louisa as a kid (age 6) - on a roleplay blog run by me Louisa as a kid (age 12)

Gone Girl 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 , 7, 8, 9 (non canonical to my stories, it was a fun experiment) I don't like how I made James in this one, honestly I transferred most of his cruelty to Tessa over to Louisa as I wrote more.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG PLEASE, IT DOES MORE THAN LIKES DO

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Mun: This blog summarized in one image

"I do, in fact, love my wife" -James Elliott ( xxsmoko-n-mirrorsxx blog)

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Pre-Murder Drones Fanfic - Self Doubts - a James x Louisa Story

TW// Self worth issues, self doubt, body image issues, depression, death implications.

A month away from the wedding, and Louisa was nervous and excited, and despite her Mother's urging, Louisa was doing the trial two weeks living with James, as it was an Elliott family custom to be sure they could handle married life.

Miss L.M. Walker walked through the west wing hallway of the Elliott Manor, the part of the manor usually for guests to stay in, but it was being used as a trial home for James and her. She made her way to the room designated specifically for her, still floored by all the lovely pre-wedding gifts she had received like fancy jewelry, expensive cosmetics, bath bombs with rose petals in the centre, luxurious lotions, monogrammed makeup brushes with her soon-to-be married name on them, and other self care items.

While the gifts were wonderful, it made Louisa doubt herself. "Do I really deserve all this? I'm... nothing special... I'm just a failure..." her self doubts spoke through the narrow framed woman. Louisa sat down on the side of her bed, and fell backwards onto it, crossing her arms over her chest pretending to be dead like she used to do as a kid. This was a game Louisa came up with to pass the time since she didn't have many toys or friends. She'd just pretend she passed away and that she was laying for viewing in a casket, doing her best not to move because it would scare the imaginary guests at her wake service.

She heard footsteps coming down the hall and sat upright quickly as to not be caught doing her morbid little game, especially if it was James Elliott Senior or Thera Elliott.

There was a cheerful knocking at the doorway, which helped Louisa realize who it was. She flopped down again so her back was on the bed, smiling happily to her fiancé. "Hello James!" she greeted happily, looking at him upside-down.

"Trying to stimulate your follicles again, or do you just like being upside down?" James teased as he tilted his head to the side as he looked at Louisa.

Louisa being upside-down, caused the bodkin holding her hair in a bun to drop to the floor and made the style unraveled. Her long golden hair now draped over her shoulders prettily. "Well that clumsiness worked to your advantage."

The future Elliott family patriarch flopped on the bed on his side so he was facing Louisa. "Hi" he said in a cheerful way, grinning like a dork.

"Stahhhhp" she giggled as she playfully fluttered her left hand at him and looked away, "You're going to make me laugh."

Respecting his beloved's wishes, he gently took a hold of her left hand and kissed it gently. "As you wish, luv."

Louisa squealed slightly in excitement and looked away. "Why are you so bloody precious? What did I do to deserve you?" She froze, realizing some self-loathing had slipped out, hoping James wouldn't say anything or notice.

James, however, did notice, the twenty year old fellow held Louisa's hand still and soothed lovingly, "Who told you that you don't deserve me, luv?" "Who hurt my beautiful swan?" James' voice was worried and gentle, he sat upright, still on the bed and he gently pulled Louisa close so her head rested on his chest.

Louisa could hear James' heartbeat, snuggling up to him so she could hear it better. "N-no one... I am just scared that I'm not enough for you, that I'm not good enough for you," she insisted sadly, trying not to cry, "I mean, look at you, James... you're a handsome son of a CFO of JC Jensen, you have it ALL... hell, you even are a skilled polo player and a horse maven who can quell even the most aggressive bucking bronco...."

"And?" the fellow with the cool-toned jet black hair remarked lovingly, "What of you, my dearest?"

"I'm... I'm a failed ballerina.. I'm an unwanted daughter of my step mother... My father only kept me as a trophy child from a divorce. I'm not even a natural blonde! And I'm only good at baking sweets that I'm not EVEN ALLOWED TO EAT because I'd turn into a hippo!"

The kind-hearted fellow ran his fingers through his girlfriend's hair soothingly, his grey eyes studying her. "First of all, you're not a failure... ballet wasn't your ideal dance type. You're thriving at our waltz and tango classes we're taking in the evenings." his voice though baritone was gentle and caring, "And second, luv, even if your parents don't care, they don't really matter because if they can't see your worth that's their problem."

Louisa wiped her tears a little, still listening to James' loving words.

"I wouldn't care if your natural hair colour was emerald green," the words causing the woman to giggle a little before he continued to talk, "Louisa, you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes upon, while also being personality-wise ever so perfect."

"James, dear, I"

James stopped Louisa's words by kissing the top of her head before he soothed, "And even if we had no drones, I know how to cook some, and you know how to bake sweets and make other sweet things. We know enough between the two of us." He placed his hands on Louisa's hips and responded, "And even if you do gain weight, just know it won't change how beautiful you are, EVER. It's just a number on a scale for the volume you inhabit, it's not a number dictating how beautiful or lovable you are."

He soothed lovingly, holding her hands now, "You're in good hands, and if you start getting anxious or insecure, I want you to come find me, day or night." James Edward Elliott rested his chin on his girlfriend's soft golden hair as he lovingly reminded, "I'll gladly make the time and take the time to dispel your self doubts."

Louisa started crying.

"No, no, luv, it's alright, please don't be sad."

Cuddling up as close as she could to James, Louisa asked through the tears, "D-do you love me that much?"

James wrapped his arms around Louisa. "I love you so much more than you could ever imagine, dear," he trilled lovingly. He silently held Louisa close for a while, letting her feel her emotions, but keeping her warm so she knew she was safe. "I still cannot believe how many presents your family has given me... people I've only met a couple times... and they care enough to get me nice things," Louisa admitted sheepishly, "I'll never understand why but, I do appreciate it." "You know, there is ONE more pre-wedding present for you," James responded, "And it's from someone you do know." "Am I okay to let go of you for a little bit? Or do you want me to stay?"

Louisa asked pleadingly, "Will you be back shortly?"

"I will, I promise."

She nodded quietly and got up so James had the ability to go get whatever it was. Louisa smiled as she saw her boyfriend hop up off the bed and run in his sock feet out of the room. "That's not how a gentleman runs!" she teased.

"He does if it's important enough" he joked back as he ran off down the hall, hurrying back only a minute later. James ran into the room with a round box with a beautiful silver bow on-top. "Remember when my parents brought us with them to Paris a couple months ago and we were at that store that you liked the stuff at?"

"James, dear, there were so many stores we went to."

The fellow in the all-blue attire, from his blue argyle socks and navy blue jeans all the way to his royal blue sweater vest and pale blue dress shirt, held out the box for Louisa to open. "I think you'll love it!"

The curious aquamarine eyes of the young woman sparkled as she opened the box, the happy tears returning the moment she saw what it was.

"It's that velvet sunhat you liked, I even had them adorn it with silk ribbons and flower pins and-" James spoke before he was interrupted by his soon-to-be-wife's voice

"Swan feathers," She couldn't contain herself as she took the greyish mauve hat out of the box, "Oh, it's beautiful, James, I love it!"

"I've ordered more, so this won't be your only one, just the downside is, they won't be ready before the wedding, but I needed to give you this before then, I couldn't wait."

Louisa put the hat on and looked over to the full body mirror to the left of the bed. "There we are, it looks so elegant on you."

Louisa lightly nudged James in the gut with her elbow. "Dear, you forget I'm not going to wear my hair down like this when I do wear this hat."

James sighed before he admitted with a laugh, "It was worth a shot."

"Okay, maybe a COUPLE times," the woman admitted as she reached up and gently touched one of the lower long swan feathers, feeling its soft plumes, "You like when I look more soft but less fancy and put together."

"You're always fancy and put together, even if it doesn't fit the descriptors of what you've been taught," the grey-eyed fellow reassured, "would you like to come with me to pick strawberries in the garden? And try out your new hat?"

Louisa wiped the few tears still remaining in her eyes before she got up off the bed. "How could I turn down spending time with you?"

James and Louisa walked together, holding hands as they went to the manor's garden together, helping put any negative worries or feelings Louisa had on the backburner so she could live in the moment and feel happy and safe and loved.

The End

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JamesxLouisa Drunk Shenanigans

close ups:

It was so fun. I curled Louisa's hair with her curlers. We danced for a bit. We played Cards Against Humanity, with our hats switched. I painted his nails

Not the first time she has.

And we brought out our Heathers cosplay of JD and Veronica so I could sing the song 17, from the musical Heathers, to her.

Thank you again anon for the lovely gift of alcohol, I haven't had this much fun in ages.

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LIL WIP PREVIEW - JAMES X LOUISA MD

Early to Mid 20s Louisa and James Elliott <3

they're so cute, why did they have to become bad people ;~;

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If her hair is too long why not just cut it?

A splendid idea, anon. Don't think Tessa is the only one good at beauty work. I used to have a horse, and who do you think kept Copper the Horse looking stunning?

It was you <3

It certainly was, Louisa luv.

Oh goodness, this is going to be fun!

Just like old times? Ay, Louisa?

<3 Oh yes! And Mother was so pissed that I (had) lobbed off all my curls! <3

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Cards Against Humanity + Wine n Whiskey

*puts down a prompt card* okay, so What is Santa Claus giving bad children now for Christmas?

*snickers and puts down a card* Dead parents, like us.

Pffft!!! *takes another swig of Crown Royal* that's better than mine. *sets down a card* Elon Musk's Toe Nails

EW! JAMES WHAT THE FUCK! *laughing hysterically and sips her wine* Okay okay *sets down a prompt card* Sweeney Todd has a new job, instead of being a killer barber he is now what? *sets down a card and smiles*

Really? A male escort?

What? Johnny Depp was hot!

*flips over his choice while laughing* A Therian Shakespearean Actor

*cackling with laughter*

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Murder Drones FC - Gwendolynn Miriam Walker, the evil Step Mum of Louisa

This is how she looked towards the end of her life.

Read more about her in these two fanfics:

tw// abusive parent

check out @xxsmoko-n-mirrorsxx for more Gwendolynn under the tag : #gwendolynn arc

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What does James look like without his shirt on?

Alright, but it's a LITTLE gory, but here we go

And here we are! Scars and all! I might not be as fit as I once was but I still feel pretty proud of myself.

Oh my, James... still just as handsome as ever!

So I still got it? Even if I'm not as young and handsome as when I was young?

James, you're just as handsome as the day I met you.

Even with my death scars? <3

They just add to your charm and handsomeness, dear.. <3

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Pre-Murder Drones Fanfic - Captain Morgan, Crown Royal, and Bacardi - A James Elliott fanfic

tw// mentions alcohol consumption, opioids mention, and arthritis

James had left Tessa for the day at his Mum's house. He knew his 3 year old was in good hands with her Nana Thera, so he was happy about that, however, there was a nattering in the back of his mind that made him slightly uneasy. The fellow who was now 27 was having a lot more backpain than usual, and yet he was fit as a fiddle, save for his tendency to drink liquor, which had increased when he started feeling said increased backpain.

The usually top-hatted fellow, didn't wear his hat today, he was less recognizable from his portraits at the JC Jensen head offices in his tailored jeans, powder blue dress shirt, and royal blue sweater vest. He looked just as ordinary as any well off fellow who probably just came back from reading books at a children's library as a publicity stunt, as he was sitting in the doctor's office.

"Elliott J.E. the doctor will see you now," a nurse at the desk eventually called out, catching the attention of James who was looking over some vacation photos on his phone from when him, Louisa, Tessa, and his Mum Thera had gone to Bali during Christmas.

James walked into his family's practitioner's office and waited silently for the second generation doctor to see him.

A bespectacled fellow walked in a little while later, jovial and in his early 40s, the name tag on his white coat read "Dr. W. R. Kenaston."

"Ay, Billy!" James greeted happily, holding his hand out as he shook hands with the doctor who was the son of his childhood doctor.

Dr. Kenaston shook James' hand happily and said with a joyful chortle, "Did you blow your back out golfing again? Jeez, you should really have gone golfing with me!"

"'Fraid not, Will, busted my back doing a summersault to entertain Tessa," James said with a laugh before his tone got more serious, "And it seems to still be hurting, a week later, after you had ordered those tests."

"Ah yes, I remember now, you came in here walking bent over like an Allen-key" the fellow James called 'Billy' responded before looking at the notes. The glasses almost fell of the Irish-looking fellow's face. "James.... you might want to sit down for this.."

James joked as he put his hands on his hips, "What? Do I have Lupus or something?"

The red-headed doctor apologized with a sheepish laugh, "You have early onset incurable inflammation in your spine's sacroiliac joints, or in layman's terms, you have inoperable spinal arthritis."

James had to take a moment to replay what the doctor had said before he sighed in relief and remarked, "Oh thank goodness, Arthritis! I thought when you said inoperable that it was going to be followed by something else."

"James, as your doctor practitioner and your golf buddy, I need to tell you this IS bad," Billy Kenaston insisted as he tapped his clipboard with a pen, "You're raising a daughter who is physically active, and you're going to have to sit out on the sidelines likely for most of her life."

Mr Elliott scoffed and responded curiously, "Couldn't you put me on opioids like you did with my father?"

"James Elliott Senior, your father, wasn't living a quality of life that would work with how YOU live. And even Tramadol is a highly addictive habit forming pain killer, you DON'T want it taking over your life when you have a daughter and wife to be there for." Dr Kenaston the second sighed and looked worriedly to James and responded, "The best I can do is put you on hospital grade tylenols, but even those will be restricted."

"I don't understand, I'm 27! I'm at my prime! I'm at a healthy weight, and I can lift nearly 75 kilograms without significant struggle," James insisted, his tone caught in-between worry and anger, "I don't understand how this could be."

"James... it's hereditary, you're just going to have to learn to live with it and respect your body's boundaries, and stick with the prescriptions I can provide to you, alright?"

James said nothing, he wanted to demand that there'd be something else that could be done. He wanted to say that his golf-buddy was just 'some dumb quack', but he knew that deep down, Billy was right. James had seen his late father struggle with an opioid addiction and arthritis, heck, he was seeing his mother NOW struggle with sewing without a sewing machine because her hands were getting sore from arthritis. "I understand..." he yielded quietly.

James got home, his somber mood was so strong that he didn't even call up from the front vestibule for Louisa.

The woman, also clad in an outfit with a blue sweater-vest, came down from her husband's study where she had been handling all of James' work and emails for the day. "Dear, are you alright?" Louisa worriedly asked as she saw her usually cheerful husband's down-trodden expression. She gently took ahold of his hands and looked into his grey eyes with her turquoise ones.

"She'll 'right luv, my back's just a little bad," James reassured gently, yet his expression remained lost and hopeless.

James' surprisingly understanding wife kissed his right cheek and held him close. "Louisa, luv... I..."

Louisa hushed James and kissed him again, and again, one for all his more predominant freckles on his face. "It's going to be alright, whatever it is, okay? You have me, we have your mum, we have Tessa, you even have your friend Duncan." She messed slightly with his already messier looking cool-toned black hair that already had some greys. "Don't worry too much, dear, alright?"

James blushed and smiled at Louisa's attempts to make him cheer up, before no longer fighting the urge to hug whom he saw as his golden-haired goddess back. "Thank you , luv."

The woman who was born in New Zealand soothed gently, "Whatever it might be that's got you down, I'm ready to hear it."

James not wanting Louisa to worry too much smiled bravely and messed her curtain bangs up a little and kissed her nose. "Oh, just a little back pain, I tweaked my back, doc said I just have to take it a little easier."

Louisa giggled a little and responded, "Aw, that's all? My father used to take a shot of rum or Canadian whiskey to stave off a little pain. Maybe we could ask your Mum to watch Tessa for the night, and we could... maybe try it out?" She was frisky.

'Oh god, she's frisky!' James thought, with a smile, he LOVED when Louisa got frisky in personality. "Alright, luv, we can have a night in."

Louisa and James stopped hugging, the artificially blonde woman was all cheerful and had a skip in her step, despite her left ankle having healed wrong in a ballet accident just before she turned 16. "I can't wait for tonight, see you there, hot shot."

James went to the bar in the manor, he figured that he needed to pregame if he had to be limber. "Bar maid!" he called out.

A drone popped up from behind the bar, simply known as 1001. "Hello sir, what do you require?"

James happily requested, as he was energetic now with anticipation for later, "I'm going to want a shot of Bacardi, two shots of Captain Morgan, and a glass of Crown Royal."

The End

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Pre-Murder Drones Fanfic - JamesxLouisa A Different Kind of Grieving TW// controlling parents, parental abuse, narcissistic mother, death, verbal abuse, eating disorders mention, alcohol use

Louisa was working on fixing a ripped seam in one of her favourite dresses, one of the few things she enjoyed that she was taught when she was a kid. She hummed happily to herself a melody to a song she cherished by a long gone artist that she adored the music of when she was a teenager. Her recently coloured medium-long hair glistened a pretty strawberry blonde to golden gradient as the light from the cathedral-style window let the woman be bathed in the afternoon sunbeams. A butler drone came into the room, head bowed. "Mrs Louisa Miriam Elliott?" the polite drone greeted, an air of worry in his little voice, "You're needed downstairs by your husband."

Louisa sighed and turned off her sewing machine, swinging herself around on the desk chair slowly, her expression one of mild bemusement. "Can it wait?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. When the little drone didn't say anything, she stood up, smoothed out the skirt of her beautiful lavender dress and walked along with the butler drone. "Any idea what the reason is?" Louisa asked worriedly, hoping that James wasn't upset at her or anything, since she was starting to get anxious.

The drone responded softly, "A passage of a familiar I think, Mr. Elliott knows the rest."

Louisa met James in his study, he seemed perplexed. "What's wrong, James?" "Your mother, Gwendolynn, has passed away, I'm sorry for your loss," he spoke in a gentle voice, knowing Louisa and her maternal figure had a rocky relationship. Holding his arms open, he beckoned wife of three and a half years in for a hug.

Louisa embraced James back, not knowing what to feel. The last time she had seen her stepmother was maybe a month and a half ago, the day after she had gone to the saddle club with James. ------

Louisa walked into the apartment of her parents, her head held high, her right hand held by James. James had went to talk with Louisa's father while Louisa went over to show her mother her new look. The day before James had been called to the stables to help get a horse ready aesthetically for a riding competition. Louisa witnessing James' work neatening up the horse's mane, lead Louisa to be inspired by it into asking James to give a go at giving her a shorter haircut.

Louisa was proud of her new look, she gently held her right hand up to accent her chin length curls, and daintily held her fan in her left hand, gloating to her mother, "It's such a drastic change but, it's quite beautiful."

Gwendolynn glared in disapproval, listening to her step-daughter ramble joyfully.

"It's so lush and light, Mother. I love it!" the blonde woman trilled, her heart a flutter as she glanced over to James, as Louisa started twirling at a section of her curtain bangs.

The retired ballet teacher scoffed, scowling as she studied Louisa's bixie, "Louisa Miriam! You look like a boy!"

Louisa felt her confidence fall a little, but she wasn't going to help her mother win this time. "I needed it cut anyways,"

Gwendolynn severely scolded to her only child, "If you were still a teenager, I would've disowned you for looking ridiculous like this."

James overheard this and came over from his conversation with Louisa's father. "I think she looks lovely," he remarked in a noble tone, he said as he took his right hand and gently placed it on the back of Louisa's neck, rubbing his thumb back and forth to comfort her.

Gwendolynn's scowl faded a little before she arrogantly snickered, "Of course, she's your problem, after all."

When they did leave, Louisa was looking in her pocket mirror, tears starting to fall from her aquamarine eyes as she examined her short hair. "Was it a mistake to cut it this short? Am I even beautiful? Do I look like a boy?"

The grey-eyed fellow with the top hat reassured caringly, "Louisa, luv, it's just hair. You look beautiful however you choose to present." As he helped her back into the limo, he kissed the back of her hand and questioned soothingly, "What happened, luv? Yesterday you were all enthralled, smiling like the crocodile that ate the jumbuck as I was cropping your curls."

"Mother says..."

"Luv, she has no say over what you do. You're married to me now, alright? It's your body, you can do whatever you want with it," the JC Jensen CFO reminded gingerly, his Australian accent almost melodic, "Don't let her crush your confidence like that, you deserve better."

Louisa smiled a little and as James joined her in the limo's back, she pulled him in for a kiss. The two kissed passionately, holding each other close.

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"S-She's gone?" a distraught Louisa-Miriam asked, holding James, she felt tears coming on, she began speaking in a scared and small voice, a voice she hardly ever used, "The woman who stole my childhood... the woman who caused me to have an eating disorder and body image issues, the woman who destroyed my self worth and crushed my dreams... is dead..."

James paused, realizing that Louisa wasn't mourning her mother-figure in that moment, but mourning the childhood she could've had, and the death of her confidence. "Do you want me with you, or do you want space, luv?" he asked lovingly.

"Please stay with me... please, James..." Louisa sniffled, remembering more and more from her childhood, finally stopping as she remembered a moment with her Stepmother maybe two weeks before she met James

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Louisa looked to the new cast on her leg as she rode in the fancy car back from the hospital with her Step-mother beside her

"You're completely worthless like this..." Gwendolynn scolded cruelly, "And the fact you had the first cast cut off... your selfish desires cost you your chance at doing ballet ever again."

The now 15 and a half year old Louisa, would've before yelled at her step-mother that it was Gwendolynn's commands to cut off the cast since the cast was 'unsightly' and 'unlady-like' which lead the golden blonde girl's ankle to heal wrong. She bowed her head sadly, sighing and responding in an apologetic tone, "Y-yes Mother, s-sorry Mother..."

Gwendolynn lifted Louisa's chin with her right hand index and middle finger, she scolded cruelly, "Whatever will I do with you now? Your future you threw away, and now you're in a cast again... You'd beter make a recovery in two weeks, a business friend of your father's is holding a celebration, and they are asking for young women to be sent to meet Mr. Elliott's son."

Louisa began to protest in a terrified voice, "I am not marrying someone I just met! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Gwendolynn let go of Louisa's chin and pulled harshly on Louisa's fishtail braid. "IT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU'LL MAKE SOMETHING OF YOURSELF NOW! You THREW AWAY your future in ballet! You're going to only be good for a TROPHY WIFE NOW!"

Louisa pulled her head away, getting Gwendolynn to let go of her mid-back length golden plait, she felt an anxiety attack coming on, her breathing was heavy, she was looking around the back of car , she pulled her hands close to her heart, placing her hands over her chest to try to get her rapid pulse to calm.

"You'd better not pull this 'mental health bullshittery', who would want a defective woman who can't even keep herself together?" the New Zealand hailing ballet instructor snapped cruelly, not caring for Louisa's actual well being.

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"J-James?" Louisa asked, through her falling tears and hitched breathing, "D-Do you st-still love me.. e-even if I'm br-broken?"

James gently took his hands and tucked Louisa's curtain bangs behind her ears, he shushed her lovingly, before gently taking time to kiss away some of the falling tears from his beautiful wife's face. "You're not broken, you're human. You are a wonderful, tender and sensitive soul. You're beautiful and complex. And I'd NEVER change you for anything, alright, luv?" he soothed lovingly, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes with his thumbs. "I'm not going anywhere, I'll be right here, I'm here.. I'm here, Louisa, my effervescent swan. I'm never leaving.. I promise."

The 22 year old lady continued to cry, albeit now tears of being emotional. She buried her face in James' blue sweater vest and continued to cry. Her muffled voice speaking in a wavering sorrowful tone, "S-she can't hurt me anymore... she can't hurt us anymore."

The fellow with the cool-toned black hair gently patted his wife's head with one hand, and held her close with the other. "There there, luv. You're right, you are safe, we both are... And you're safe with me. No one is going to hurt you ever again."

James after a while of soothing Louisa remarked softly, "The funeral is next week, but... maybe we should skip town, luv?"

Louisa looked up to James' glistening grey eyes, seeing the glimmers of hope and love in them. She asked, a small smile peeking through her sorrow, "Y-you mean it? Wh-where would we go?"

James let go of Louisa for a second, before he took both of her hands in his. The Aussie fellow's voice had a sing-song tone as he asked, "Would you want to go see Heathers on Broadway? Like when we went on your 17th birthday?" He chuckled as he remarked, smiling more as he saw his beloved wife starting to smile as well, "When we lied to your step-mum that we went to the orchestra, but we went to see Heathers instead and had a magical time."

Louisa asked curiously as she giggled through the remaining tears, "C-could it just be us?"

"Oh, absolutely, luv. It'll just be you and I."

Louisa Miriam Elliott pulled James into a hug and kissed him passionately, letting go of his hands and wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him closer. James kissed back lovingly, gently using his right hand to give the base of Louisa's neck a gentle and light scratching to comfort her.

The day had come, Louisa had let all her extended family know that she was too emotional to attend the funeral days before. After the two had left the theatre, the two danced joyously down the street together, a little buzzed from the all the champagne and wine they were allowed to drink in the VIP section during the musical. James leaned out slightly from the sidewalk and shouted loudly in his Aussie voice, "AY TAXI!" an waved

After a cab pulled up with a drone driving, James held the door open for Louisa and he lovingly remarked as he held the door open, "For my lovely 'Veronica'."

Louisa teased as she got in, "Awww, thanks 'JD' how chivalrous!"

Once the two were both in the cab, James commanded in a tipsy voice as he took out of his wallet a $50 bill and threw it to the drone in the driver's seat, "Take us to the St. Regis, m'good sir"

Louisa giggled and responded, still laughing, "James, that's a drone!"

"Is it, luv? Well cor blimey," James chuckled before cheering to the robot driver, "onward little robot."

The drone sighed slightly and started driving away from the theatre.

"James, dear. My Dearest James... I feel like singing, can we sing together?" the tipsy former Ms Walker asked.

"Are we singing Seventeen, or Candy Store, or Dead Girl Walking?"

Louisa giggled more and shook her head happily, making her curly chest-length stawberry-to-blonde gradient hair bounce about cutely. She trilled in a bubbly-as-champagne voice, "Nope! I was thinking of a song from Wizard of Oz."

Louisa and James started singing joyfully, loudly, and somewhat out of key, "DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD! RUB YOUR EYES, GET OUT OF BED! DING DONG THE WICKED WITCH IS DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!"

James continue on his own, "Ding, dong, hysterio! Sing it high, sing it low!"

Louisa took over as she sang loudly, "Let them know the wicked witch is deaaaaaad!" before she fell into James' arms and giggled. "Thanks again, dear. I needed this."

James drunkenly asked with a laugh, "Which part, Louisa my lovely luv? Going to see Xavier for a perm yesterday before we packed up? Coming to New York? Seeing Heathers? Singing?"

"All of it," Louisa spoke in a love-intoxicated tone, wrapping her arms around James and pulling him in for a kiss. She stopped before kissing him and remarked with a giggle, her eloquence completely offline, "You know, you're really attractive, James. Like, look at you, you're so hot. Ya, ya know you could've been a model. Aaaaanyways, I'm gonna kiss you now, you cute Aussie man."

The two kept kissing in the back of the cab through out their ride back to the hotel, and despite being drunk, they were thrilled for whatever the future would hold now that Louisa no longer had to answer to her horrid step-mother... which would mean her confidence would be able to grow back, whether the outcome would be good or terrible.

The End

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James posting - Honestly that wasn't the first time I've cut Louisa's hair like that.

captions: Louisa: It's so lush and light, Mother, I love it! Louisa's Step Mother: Louisa Miriam! You look like a boy!!!

Mother loathed how it looked, and yes MAYBE I regretted it a little but, it was so VERY worth it to see her livid like that.

We had only been married like a year and a half, and Louisa wanted to do something bold, while we were spending time at the saddle club visiting Duncan and his horse.

There's something kind of powerful about disrespecting your maternal figure once married, there's nothing she can do about it.

Mind you, this is when finally all the times I would cut horse hair had paid off, my wife was in-between stylists and she needed someone, and while it didn't turn out perfect, she felt it did. It was weird but fun? I just know Louisa being happy made me happy.

Thankfully for later times when James would play beautician for me, it wasn't in a horse barn. But the rebelliousness of it all makes the memory magical

It's always an honour, luv

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Oh no! James you gotta cheer Louisa up, she looks really sad

I know just the thing!

James gently caring for me and singing me songs from the musical Heathers... that's pure bliss

Thank you @jcjensensnepobaby for lending us a Marcel iron.

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Go find Louisa now XP

*knocks on the door of Louisa's study* It's over now, luv, I'm back to normal <3

Took you long enough, *opens the door and leaps into James' arms* just right <3 just how I like you.

Do you want to see my chest scars from when I died again now that I'm back to normal?

YES! I bet they looked horrifying when you were jacked.

Body horror XD

Goodness gracious! I am so glad I didn't see it then.

We'll be back in 5, anon!

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A moment w/ James & Louisa - The James Elliott Patented Horse Quelling Technique

Louisa: I swear to god, James. I'm going to go in there and make Tessa sorry for borrowing my sewing stuff and- James: holds her hand gently luv, have you eaten something lately? Louisa: huh? James: maybe you need some wine? Louisa:… but James: What else did you want to do today in your schedule? Louisa: -calming down- It would be nice to hear you play the piano James: kisses her alright, let's go, okay? But if you change your mind, let me know. Louisa: -calmed right down- goes with James that'd be lovely, dear

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*gives James a hairbrush made of brass* I think you should brush Louisa's hair, she's been sad lately.

Thanks, anon, it helped cheer her right up.

*kisses James lots*

*kisses Louisa back* Someone's a bit lovey-dovey today, huh?

I am now <3