#james x louisa md

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JamesxLouisa Drunk Shenanigans

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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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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 - 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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*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

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Hey Louisa

Hey Louisa

Hey Louisa

Hey Louisa

Present :)

You know what? Sure, *accepts the scissors* I probably need it anyways *sighs* James.. we got a Christmas present What did we get? *shows him the scissors* You know what to do, James dear *smirks* just maybe don't mention where you got your training during the cut

Don't worry none, luv, you'll be looking grouse as a thorough bred mare. James >.<

Right, sorry luv.

Before I change my mind, please Anything in specific?

Surprise me!

-after some time-

Well, do you like it, Luv?

Oh my, James! It's a touch drastic, but it looks stunning!

Thanks again, @captaingoldenpants for the lovely gift

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Louisa came home and she likes my horse form =D

They got ya too, ay, James?

*whinnies* Chin scritchies!

(Louisa is protected from Magic Anons until James changes back)

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Hey, if it wasn't for James, would you have married anyone else Louisa?

To be brutally honest anon? I'd likely still be trapped at my Step Mother's place until she eventually croaked.... then I would've burned down the place, ran off to live with my biological Mum and probably would've taken up making custom clothes while moonlighting as a harpist for hire at weddings... Even though I LOATHE playing the harp

But... because she (Step Mum) sent me to James' 16th birthday and all the rest of the choices for him were all Pick-me-girls, I was the lucky one who won his wonderful heart.

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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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Here, your wife must be hungry as a horse! Here's some oats!

I tied her mane back so it wouldn't get full of oatmeal. That was so good! Was food always this good? Carbohydrates are so tasty! Why was I so scared of them?

Louisa? Hmm, yes James, dear?

Unicorns and horses have different tastes than humans.

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Pony Louisa moment - Brushies and Heathers with my lovely Husband!

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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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was it your mom who made you dislike drones?

.... Cease.... your.... monologue... PLEASE!

She means yes.

JAMES!! I don't like talking about it.

You don't have talk about it, I was just helping you answer it, luv.

*sighs* you're so lucky that I love you.

*kisses Louisa* I know. You make me so happy.

*sighs and kisses James back* I love you... so much, thank you for being here for me.

It's an honour, luv

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new fic dropped!

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)

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 *

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

James and Louisa being wholesome 3 2 1 4 5 (before Tessa) 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 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.

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