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its-avalon-08 · 2 months

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it all fell down (ln4)

part4

multipart story! part1 part2 part3

✦ pairing - lando norris x female reader

summary : lando norris and y/n were friends for 20 years, fell in love and dated for five. until it all fell down. they left each others lives abruptly and never spoke again, until they met again in the most unexpected way. can they find their way back or will certain scars never heal?

As the night wound down, guests began to bid their farewells, congratulating Anna and Liam once more before making their way to the valet to retrieve their cars. Y/N stood at the edge of the party, trying to appear patient as she glanced at her phone, checking for updates from the valet.

"Ma'am, I’m really sorry," the valet said apologetically as he approached her. "It looks like your car is blocked in. It’ll be at least another hour before we can get it out."

Y/N sighed, her shoulders drooping in frustration. "Great," she muttered under her breath, trying to hide her anxiety. The thought of waiting alone in the dark made her uneasy, but she tried to mask it with a brave face.

As her friends began to leave, Y/N forced a smile, reassuring them she’d be fine. "You all go ahead. I’ll just wait here," she said, waving them off.

Lando, standing nearby, overheard the exchange. He knew Y/N well enough to recognize the anxiety behind her composed exterior. Despite their history and the tension between them, he couldn’t bring himself to leave her alone. He knew her fears of being alone in the dark, he cared too much to leave her alone.

Feigning casualness, he lingered by the entrance, checking his phone and making small talk with a few stragglers. As the crowd thinned and the night grew quieter, he finally approached Y/N.

"Still waiting for your car?" he asked, his tone light.

Y/N looked up, startled to see him. "Uh yeah, it’s taking forever," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Well, it’s getting pretty late," Lando said, glancing at his watch. "I can wait with you if you’d like."

Y/N shook her head. "You don’t have to do that, Lan- Lando. I’ll be fine."

Lando shrugged, leaning against the wall. "I’m in no rush. Plus, it’s not safe to wait alone in the dark."

She bit her lip, torn between accepting his offer and maintaining her pride. Before she could respond, the valet returned, looking apologetic.

"Miss, I’m really sorry, but it’s going to be at least another hour."

Y/N sighed again, feeling her resolve waver. Lando stepped in, his voice firm but gentle. "Let me give you a ride home baby Y/N. No point in both of us standing around here all night."

Y/N hesitated, her pride and need for independence warring with her anxiety and exhaustion. Finally, she nodded. "Yeah, alright thanks."

Lando nodded, leading her to his car. The ride was quiet at first, the tension from the party still hanging in the air. Lando broke the silence, glancing over at her. "You don’t have to worry, Y/N. I’m just making sure you get home safe."

She nodded, staring out the window. "I appreciate it, Lando. Really."

The car was filled with a heavy silence as Lando drove, both of them lost in their thoughts. The familiar hum of the engine was a reminder of countless drives they'd shared, back when things were simpler, when their conversations flowed easily and laughter came naturally.

Y/N finally broke the silence, her voice soft but edged with tension. "This feels strange, doesn’t it? Being in this car again."

Lando nodded, gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter. "Yeah, it does. A lot of things feel strange now."

She glanced over at him, her eyes searching his face. "So, how’s the racing been? Still enjoying it?"

"Yeah, it’s been good," Lando replied, keeping his tone neutral. "Keeps me busy."

"Busy enough to keep you from thinking?" Y/N asked, her words laden with meaning.

Lando’s jaw tightened. "Something like that. And you? Busy enough with your dates?"

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. "Is that what this is about? You being a dick tonight? You’re still hung up on the fact that I went on a few dates?"

"It’s not just a few dates, Y/N," Lando shot back, his voice rising. "You moved on so fast. It was like our years together meant nothing to you."

She scoffed, turning to look out the window. "Moved on fast? Lando, you’re one to talk. How many fucking flings have you had since we broke up? Or do you even bother keeping count?"

"Those weren’t serious Y/N," he retorted, his frustration evident. "They didn’t mean anything. It wasn'y like us. It wasn't love,"

"And you think my dates did mean something?" Y/N countered, her voice shaking with emotion. "You think it was easy for me? I was trying to move on, trying to forget."

"Forget me?" Lando’s voice was almost a whisper, the hurt in his eyes clear. "Is that what you wanted?"

She didn’t answer immediately, the silence between them growing thicker. "I don’t know, Lando. I just… I needed to find a way to cope. You left, and I didn’t know how to deal with it."

Lando’s grip on the steering wheel loosened, his anger giving way to a deep sadness. "I didn’t want to leave. But it felt like we were tearing each other apart. We were just ruining each other's lives,"

Y/N turned to him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "And now? What’s changed? You didn't have any problem leaving back then."

He sighed, the weight of their history pressing down on him. "I don’t know if anything has changed. But I do know that seeing you with someone else feels like you are just running away from the past."

Y/N closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "It’s not that simple, Lando. We’ve both changed. We’re different people now."

"Maybe we are," he conceded, his voice softening. "But that doesn’t mean you act like we didn't have a beautiful past."

Y/N laughed bitterly. "Oh, so now it's beautiful? It was a "burden" back then wasn't it Lando? It was "holding" you back. I needed to move on, Lando. I couldn’t keep living in the past."

"Living in the past?" Lando’s voice rose. "Is that what our five years together mean to you? Just the past?"

She looked away, the anger and hurt in his voice cutting deep. "Maybe we were a mistake, maybe it was a all mistake." she muttered, barely audible. Instant regret washed over her. No, no, no she didn't mean that. It wasn't a mistake. It was glorious. What had she done?

Lando’s face fell, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "A mistake?" he whispered, the word like a knife to his heart. "Is that really how you feel?"

She couldn’t bring herself to take them back. "Lando, I didn’t mean it like that."

He shook his head, pulling up in front of her apartment. "No, I think you did. Maybe this was all just one big mistake for you."

As the car stopped Y/N opened the door, stepping out into the cool night air. She paused, looking back at him, wanting to say something, anything to take away the hurt she had caused. But the words wouldn’t come. She looked back at him one last time, her eyes filled with a mixture of pain and finality. "Goodnight, Lando."

"Goodnight," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lando watched her go, the tears finally spilling over as he stared at the empty seat beside him. The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, the pain of their broken relationship crashing down on him once more. As Y/N disappeared into her building, he felt the ache of their unfinished story, wondering if they would ever find a way to heal the wounds they had inflicted on each other.

time skip

Lando parked a few blocks away from Y/N's apartment, unable to drive any further. The words "maybe dating was a mistake" echoed in his mind, reverberating like a cruel taunt. He rested his forehead against the steering wheel, the memories of their relationship flooding back with a force that took his breath away.

He saw flashes of their happiest moments—their first kiss under the stars, the way Y/N's eyes lit up when she laughed, the countless nights they spent talking about their dreams and fears. He remembered the way she used to look at him, with a love so profound it made him feel invincible.

"Why?" he muttered angrily to himself, his voice choked with emotion. "Why did it have to fucking end like this?"

Tears began to spill down his cheeks, the pain of her words cutting deeper with each passing second. "Maybe dating was a mistake," he repeated bitterly, shaking his head. "How could she say that? After everything we had? After everything we went through?"

He slammed his fist against the steering wheel, frustration and heartache boiling over. "I gave her everything," he shouted, his voice breaking. "I loved her with everything I had, and it still wasn’t enough."

Memories continued to assault him—nights spent cuddled on the couch, mornings waking up to her smile, the way she used to hold his hand and make him feel like he could take on the world. He saw her laughing at one of his jokes, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Was it all a lie?" he whispered, the weight of his grief pressing down on him. "Did it mean nothing to her?"

The image of Y/N walking away from his car replayed in his mind, her expression a mix of regret and pain. He knew she hadn’t meant to hurt him, but the damage was done. Her words had opened old wounds, making him question everything they had shared.

Lando’s tears fell freely now, his shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs. "I thought we were forever," he cried, his voice barely a whisper. "How did we end up here?"

He sat there for what felt like hours, the torment of his thoughts relentless. The love he still felt for Y/N was a double-edged sword, both a comfort and a source of agony. He knew he needed to find a way to move forward, but the path ahead seemed impossibly dark.

"I don’t know how to let go," he admitted to the empty car, his voice hollow. "I don’t know how to stop loving her."

As the first light of dawn began to break, Lando finally started his car, the reality of their broken relationship settling heavily on his shoulders. He drove away, leaving behind the remnants of a love that had once burned so brightly, now reduced to painful memories and unanswered questions.

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regressionschool · 12 days

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Maturity Test Part 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Anna, Lilly, and Olaf arrived at the reclassification center, the atmosphere tense with anticipation. The building, sleek and modern, loomed ahead, its polished glass reflecting the bright afternoon sun. The trio stepped inside, the cool air conditioning a stark contrast to the warmth outside. The reception area was quiet, a few others waiting with the same mix of nervousness and hope that hung around them.

They were guided to a private room where the reclassification tests would take place. The room was simple, with a few chairs, a large table, and several machines designed to assess the various levels of maturity, competence, and independence.

Olaf fidgeted nervously, clutching Lilly’s hand for comfort. Anna watched him with concern, noticing how little and anxious he seemed. This was a far cry from the Olaf she remembered from their school days. Beside him, Lilly exuded calm, her presence a constant reassurance for Olaf.

Rebecca entered the room next, her demeanor noticeably different from the last time Anna had seen her. Today, she wasn’t in her usual thick diaper but in pull-ups. She hadn’t worn one in so long, and the idea of showing off her “potty training” skills made her feel like she was on top of the world. Even though she hadn’t sat on a toilet in five years, she still clung to the hope that this was her chance to prove she was ready for a little more maturity. Her eyes lit up when she saw Anna, and she ran over, her pull-up crinkling as she moved.

“Anna!” Rebecca called, throwing her arms around her friend. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

Anna hugged her tightly, a mix of relief and sadness washing over her. Rebecca looked so proud in her pull-up, but Anna knew this reclassification would determine her fate—whether she’d remain in pull-ups or be placed back into diapers.

“You look great, Becky,” Anna said, smiling warmly. “How are you feeling?”

Rebecca grinned, her excitement palpable. “I’m gonna be a big girl again, Anna. I just know it!”

Olaf, on the other hand, was much quieter. His pull-up was already starting to feel damp against his skin. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his thumb creeping towards his mouth before he caught himself.

Lilly, standing nearby, exchanged a knowing glance with Anna. The stakes were high for all of them, and while Rebecca’s enthusiasm was endearing, Anna couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at her. The reclassification tests were unpredictable, and the outcome was never guaranteed.

Soon, the testers arrived, ushering each of them into separate assessment rooms. Anna felt a pang of anxiety as she watched Rebecca and Olaf disappear behind the doors. She and Lilly were led to their own rooms, where they were quickly and efficiently tested on their maturity, decision-making skills, and ability to handle adult responsibilities. The process was routine for them, and both women were confident in the outcome.

After what felt like hours, Anna and Rebecca were finally reunited in the main room, where the results were to be announced. The atmosphere was thick with tension as the testers entered, carrying the documents that would determine their futures.

The head tester, a stern-looking woman with a clipboard, began reading out the results.

“Anna,” she said, looking up briefly before returning her gaze to the clipboard, “remains classified as an Adult.”

Anna let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, relief flooding through her.

“Rebecca,” the tester announced next, her tone neutral, “has been reclassified as a Preschooler.”

Rebecca’s face lit up with a mixture of pride and relief. “I did it!” she whispered excitedly to Anna, practically bouncing in place.

But as they celebrated, the evaluator’s expression turned more serious. “There’s just one issue,” she said, her tone somber. “Rebecca, since you’ve been reclassified as a preschooler, you’ll need to have a caregiver assigned to you. Unfortunately, the regression school nursery is only for toddlers, so if you can’t find a caregiver, you’ll have to stay classified as a toddler.”

Rebecca’s joy faltered, her face falling as the weight of the situation settled in. “But… I don’t have a caregiver,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I don’t want to be a toddler again…”

Anna’s heart ached as she saw the distress in Rebecca’s eyes. She couldn’t bear the thought of her friend being forced back into toddlerhood after all the progress she had made. And in that moment, the decision became clear.

“I’ll be your caregiver, Becky,” Anna said softly, reaching out to take her hand. “You don’t have to go back to being a toddler. I’ll take care of you.”

Rebecca’s eyes filled with tears, but this time they were tears of relief. “Really, Anna?” she asked, her voice wavering. “You’ll be my mommy?”

Anna nodded, squeezing Rebecca’s hand gently. “Yes, Becky. I’ll be your mommy, and I’ll take care of you, just like you deserve.”

Rebecca threw her arms around Anna, hugging her tightly as she buried her face in Anna’s shoulder. “Thank you, Anna,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you so much.”

As they embraced, Lilly returned with Olaf. Lilly couldn’t contain her excitement as she led Olaf back towards Anna and Rebecca. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous joy, and she was practically glowing with pride as she looked down at Olaf, who was now waddling awkwardly beside her, his thick diaper forcing his legs apart. The word "Toddler" was emblazoned across the front of his diaper, a clear indication of his new classification.

“Oh, Anna, you won’t believe it!” Lilly gushed, her voice brimming with excitement. “Olaf had a little messy accident during his test. It was so unexpected, they had no choice but to regress him further!” She let out a lighthearted laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Isn’t that just adorable? He’s officially a toddler now, and I have to say, he looks so cute in his thick diapers, don’t you think?”

Anna looked at Olaf, her heart sinking as she saw the expression on his face. His eyes were wide and glistening with unshed tears, his bottom lip quivering as he processed Lilly’s words. The weight of the situation seemed to crush down on him all at once, and his thumb, which had been hovering near his mouth, found its way between his lips.

But even the comfort of his thumb wasn’t enough to hold back the flood of emotions that had been building inside him. His eyes welled up, and within moments, the first tear slipped down his cheek, followed by another, and then another. Before anyone could react, Olaf began to sob, his small shoulders shaking with the force of his cries.

“I-I don’t want to be a toddler!” Olaf wailed, his voice muffled around his thumb as he buried his face into Lilly’s side. The tears came faster now, streaming down his cheeks in a torrent of grief and frustration. “I-I’m not a baby… I’m not…”

Anna, feeling her own heart ache at the sight of Olaf’s anguish, stepped closer, her hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder. “Olaf,” she said softly, trying to catch his tear-filled gaze. “It’s okay to be sad. It’s a big change, and it’s okay to feel upset about it.”

But then, something clicked in her mind. She remembered Lilly had done something before the reclassification that she hadn’t paid much attention to at the time.

Earlier that day, when they were getting ready to leave for the reclassification, Anna had seen Lilly give Olaf a suppository. Anna hadn’t thought much of it, assuming it was just something to calm his nerves. But now, as she watched Lilly’s calm demeanor in the face of Olaf’s accident, it all made sense.

Anna’s eyes widened as the realization hit her. Of course. It was why Lilly hadn’t been worried about Olaf making it through the reclassification without an accident. She had planned this all along, ensuring that Olaf would be humiliated and further regressed. The suppository would have ensured that Olaf’s body would betray him, no matter how hard he tried to control it.

She couldn’t stay silent any longer. What Lilly had done wasn’t just manipulative; it was cruel. "Lilly, what the hell were you thinking?" she snapped, her eyes blazing as she glared at her. "That suppository was not to calm Olaf down, was it?"

Lilly paused, looking up at Anna with an expression of feigned innocence. "Anna, what are you talking about? I’m just taking care of Olaf, like any good mommy would."

"Don’t play dumb with me!" Anna shot back, her voice rising. "You knew exactly what you were doing. You set him up to fail! You wanted him to mess himself right at the reclassification, didn’t you? So that he’d be more dependent on you, sure to be reclassified as a toddler."

Olaf, who had been lying quietly, now looked up at Anna with wide, confused eyes. He hadn’t connected the dots, but now, hearing Anna’s words, a look of realization slowly dawned on his face. He turned to Lilly, searching her face for any hint of denial, but found none.

Lilly’s expression hardened, the pretense of innocence slipping away. "And what if I did?" she said coolly, standing up and facing Anna with a defiant tilt of her chin. "Olaf needs someone to take care of him. He’s happier this way, aren’t you, Olaf?"

Olaf didn’t answer, his face a mix of shame and uncertainty. He wanted to protest, to say that he didn’t need this, that he could manage on his own, but the truth was, a part of him was scared. Scared that without Lilly’s constant care, he would be lost. The dependency that had grown between them was undeniable, even if it wasn’t something he had chosen.

Anna’s anger only grew at Lilly’s cold response. "You don’t get to make that decision for him, Lilly. You’ve been manipulating him, controlling him, and now you’re pushing him further and further into regression just so you can have control. It’s not about what’s best for Olaf; it’s about what you want!"

Lilly’s eyes flashed with anger. "You have no idea what it’s like, Anna. He needs me. He can’t take care of himself—"

"But he could try!" Anna interrupted, her voice filled with frustration. "He was doing fine before, and now he’s so dependent on you that he doesn’t even realize when he’s wetting himself. That’s not care, Lilly. That’s control."

Lilly opened her mouth to retort, but Anna didn’t give her the chance. She turned to Olaf, her expression softening as she addressed him. "Olaf, listen to me. You don’t have to do this. You can still make your own choices. You can still try to be independent, to be more than what she’s trying to make you."

Olaf looked between the two women, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt torn, confused, and overwhelmed. The reality of what had happened was sinking in, and he didn’t know how to process it. Part of him wanted to cling to the comfort that Lilly provided, but another part of him was angry—angry at himself for being so easily manipulated, and angry at Lilly for doing this to him.

Lilly’s voice cut through his thoughts, sharp and cold. "Olaf, don’t listen to her. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t know what’s best for you like I do."

Anna shook her head, tears of frustration and anger brimming in her eyes. "Olaf, please. You deserve better than this. You deserve the chance to be more than just… this."

But before Olaf could respond, Lilly turned and marched toward the center’s entrance, pulling Olaf along with her. Anna followed, her heart pounding with a mix of determination and fear.

When they reached the reclassification center, Anna didn’t hesitate. She stormed up to the front desk, demanding to speak to someone in charge. The receptionist, startled by her intensity, quickly made a call, and within minutes, Anna was ushered into an office where a stern-looking official sat, waiting.

Anna didn’t waste any time. She laid out everything she had witnessed, her voice trembling with anger as she described how Lilly had manipulated Olaf, how she had purposely sabotaged him to ensure he would regress further.

The official listened carefully, her expression grave as Anna recounted the details. When Anna finished, there was a long pause, the air thick with tension.

Finally, the official spoke, her voice measured and calm. "This is a serious accusation, Anna. If what you’re saying is true, it goes against everything we stand for in this program. We aim to support individuals based on their needs, not to force them into a classification that isn’t right for them."

Anna nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Olaf deserves the chance to be more than what Lilly’s trying to make him. He deserves the chance to choose his own path, not to be manipulated into one."

Olaf was led into a small examination room, looking more anxious than ever. Lilly tried to maintain her calm demeanor, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

The officials began their examination of Olaf, asking him a series of questions while conducting some basic tests. It was clear that Olaf was uncomfortable, shifting nervously as he answered, his gaze flickering between the officials and Lilly, who stood nearby, her expression unreadable.

One of the officials, a stern-looking woman with sharp eyes, took a sample from Olaf to test for any foreign substances. Lilly’s face paled slightly as she watched the process, but she kept her mouth shut, not daring to say anything.

Anna, who had been waiting outside the room, was finally called in after what felt like an eternity. She walked in, her heart pounding in her chest, wondering what they had discovered.

The lead official, the stern woman, looked up from the results, her expression grave. "Anna, we’ve completed our tests, and it appears that there were indeed traces of a substance in Olaf’s system—something that would have induced a bowel movement."

Anna felt a mixture of vindication and anger surge through her. She glanced at Olaf, who looked bewildered and on the verge of tears, and then at Lilly, whose composure had finally cracked. There was fear in her eyes now, a fear that she had been caught.

"Lilly," the official continued, turning her gaze to Olaf’s so-called caregiver, "do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Lilly opened her mouth, but no words came out. She seemed to struggle for an excuse, for some way to explain away her actions, but she knew there was nothing she could say that would justify what she had done. Her silence was damning.

Anna took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. "This isn’t just about what happened today," she said, addressing the officials. "Lilly has been manipulating Olaf for a long time, keeping him dependent on her, making sure he doesn’t have the chance to grow up and live his life."

The officials exchanged glances, clearly concerned by what they were hearing. The lead official nodded. "We take these kinds of accusations very seriously. We’ll need to conduct a full investigation into Lilly’s actions and her treatment of Olaf."

Olaf, who had been quiet up until now, finally spoke up, his voice shaky. "I... I didn’t know. I thought Mommy was just helping me..." He looked at Lilly with wide, tear-filled eyes, confusion and betrayal written all over his face.

Lilly’s eyes softened, and she stepped forward, trying to reach out to him, but the officials quickly intervened, keeping her at a distance.

"Olaf," Anna said gently, stepping closer to him, "you didn’t do anything wrong. We’re going to make sure you’re taken care of, okay? No one’s going to hurt you."

Olaf nodded slowly, but it was clear that he was struggling to process everything that was happening. His world was being turned upside down, and he didn’t know what to think or who to trust.

The lead official turned back to Anna. "We’ll be taking Lilly into custody for further questioning. Olaf will be placed in temporary care while we complete our investigation. Thank you for bringing this to our attention, Anna."

Olaf's eyes widened in panic as the officials began discussing his placement in temporary care. The very idea seemed to terrify him, and he instinctively reached out for Anna, his hands clutching at her arm with a desperate grip.

"Anna, please," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I don’t want to go with strangers. I want to stay with you... and Becky. Please don’t let them take me away."

Anna's heart broke at the fear in his voice. She knew how much Olaf had come to depend on Lilly, as manipulative as she had been, and the thought of being taken away from the only familiar person left in his life was clearly overwhelming for him.

She turned to the lead official, her voice steady but firm. "Olaf doesn’t want to be placed in temporary care. If it’s alright, I would like to take care of him instead. He can stay with me and Becky. I know how to take care of him, and he’ll have someone familiar around."

The official looked at Anna thoughtfully, then back at Olaf, who was still clinging to her. "You’re sure you can handle this, Anna? Taking care of someone in Olaf’s condition is a big responsibility."

Anna nodded, determination shining in her eyes. "I’m sure. I’ve known Olaf for a long time, and I want to make sure he’s in a safe and loving environment. Becky’s at the regression school, and she’d be thrilled to have Olaf stay with us. She’s always wanted a sibling."

The official considered her words carefully before finally nodding. "Alright, Anna. We’ll grant you temporary guardianship of Olaf, provided you meet the necessary requirements. We’ll conduct regular check-ins to ensure his well-being."

A wave of relief washed over Olaf’s face as the official agreed. He squeezed Anna’s hand, his fear slowly subsiding. "Thank you, Anna," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Anna smiled down at him, brushing a stray tear from his cheek. "Of course, Olaf. You’re going to be okay. We’ll get through this together."

The official began preparing the necessary paperwork, explaining the responsibilities and conditions of temporary guardianship. As she handed the documents to Anna, she also retrieved Olaf’s reclassification report.

"Now, Olaf," the official began gently, "I understand you were hoping to be reclassified as a preschooler again. But after reviewing your test results and observing your behavior, we need to have an honest conversation."

Olaf looked up, a flicker of hope still lingering in his eyes. "Yes, I... I tried really hard to stay a preschooler. I didn’t even... I mean, I tried not to have any accidents."

The official’s expression softened as she continued, "You did your best, Olaf, and that’s something to be proud of. But the truth is, even if you had managed to keep your pull-up clean and dry, your overall regression has reached a point where we would have had to reclassify you to the toddler level."

Olaf’s face fell, his hopes crumbling at the official’s words. He stared at the floor, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of his shirt. “So… I’m going to be in diapers again? Full-time?”

The official nodded sympathetically. “Yes, Olaf. You’ll be placed in the toddler category, which means you’ll be wearing diapers full-time and receiving the care and supervision appropriate for that level. I know this might be disappointing, but it’s what’s best for you right now.”

The official finished with the paperwork, handing the finalized documents to Anna. "We’ll keep in touch to monitor Olaf’s progress and ensure he’s adjusting well," she said kindly. "If you have any concerns or need assistance, don’t hesitate to reach out."

Anna nodded, thanking the official for her help. She then guided Olaf out of the room, holding his hand as he waddled toward the car.

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mightymizora · 10 months

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I don't often talk on here about that many passions outside of D&D but inspired by a very brief exchange by @plethomacademia I want to talk very briefly about my great love for period dramas.

I'm a particular fan of Georgian era and Victorian era (but you know, every gal of a certain age had their brain chemistry altered by the 1995 Pride and Prejudice as Greta Gerwig knows well) so I wanted to talk very, very briefly about some of my absolute favourites (and whether the adaptation or the book has my heart)

Poldark. The books and the 1975 version, not the modern version (I liked the Elizabeth, wasn't a fan of the rest.) Poldark man. It's the ONE. Incredibly romantic, but with a real political agenda too around landowners rights and the changing role of the gentry. The books were hugely formative for me - and there's LOADS, so get them from your local library and enjoy.

The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling. The book, and the delightful 1997 BBC adaptation. I love this book. It's one of those early novels where the narrator just fucking talks about whatever they want. And because it's set in the earlier Georgian era where people did whatever they wanted, it's super sexy. Tom is basically fucking his way through the West Country and London.

Vanity Fair. The book, I've not liked any of the adaptations I've seen. Becky Sharp, beloved. The first real antihero I read. I love her to the ends of the earth. All adaptations try and soften her too much for my liking but the 1998 and 2018 both have good strengths.

The House of Mirth. The book and the 2000's film. Just sublime.

Anna Karenina. One of my favourite books. Western adaptations of Russian novels never quite hit the mark but I have to give a shout out to the 2000 version with Helen McCrory because she really sold the sexual obsession to me in a way others didn't. Man, she was the GOAT.

North and South. The book is great. The adaptation really is superb. Probably the best on the list, one that I would rank just as highly as the novel.

Wives and Daughters. The book was unfinished so they filled in a lot of gaps in the 1999 adaptation starring Justine Waddell (who incidentally was in EVERYTHING for a while? Like every period drama cast her, it was bizarre, and then she just disappeared. This also stars Keeley Hawes who was also in everything, including the very underrated Our Mutual Friend.) I know this one isn't the best, but I'm very fond of it.

Middlemarch. Listen, the book is the greatest book of all time to me. You have to read it at least once. The 1994 adaptation does a great job but it will never be the book, whose strands come together so perfectly, which teaches us so much about the intricate webs of being human.

The Crimson Petal and the White. The book is extraordinary, and the 2011 adaptation tries its best but suffers a bit from some odd casting. Still it's very worth the watch.

I Claudius. Curveball lmao. But it's perfect. Utterly perfect. The cultural impact of the 1976 adaptation can't be understated. A masterpiece.

#period dramas #man the more I wrote the more I remembered I loved #but this will do

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The Last Of Us Pride Event: Calling All Fandom Creators

Are you involved in the TLOU fandom and have a creative hobby? Are you actively involved in the fandom and want to spread the positivity? Do you wish you could be more involved but don't know where to start?

If you answered yes to any of the above, or you're simply just curious about what a TLOU pride event could entail: the admins of this account (@consultingzoologist and @roselees) invite you to join in the fun ❤️🌈

This event encourages creativity of all types, and throughout the rest of Pride Month and beyond we will be providing themed prompts for the community to use. You're welcome to use as few or as many as you would like, and to interpret them however you see fit; the blog will also be open to submissions, and any prompt ideas are welcomed too!

Need ideas? Any creative response to the prompts would be lovely, but to name just a few examples:

Fanfics 📝 and Podfics 🎧

Whether you write long form works or exclusively one-shots, canon complaint or entire AUs - any of the prompts can be used for TLOU themed fan works.

Fanart 🎨

Do you draw digitally? Or do you hand paint your art? Either way - any of the prompts can be interpreted into art works, however you see fit.

Moodboards ✨️

A fandom classic and a lost tumblr art; how do the prompts make you feel? How would these translate into pictures?

Playlists 🎵

Like the above, what songs do the prompts make you think of? Compile a playlist of what pride in TLOU means to you, or maybe the vibes a certain character gives you.

Meta / Discussion 🤔

Maybe you just want to discuss the relationship between pride and the plot of the game, or the importance it has within the show; whatever the prompt makes you think of, we'd be happy to hear it!

Headcanons ✒️

Do you have headcanons to do with pride and the show? Now is the perfect time to share!

Of course all of these are just a guideline, if you have any other ideas to fulfill the prompts, we'll be happy to see them!

All shared fan works should be tagged with '#tlou pride exchange', and they'll be reblogged and shared here. Let's spread some more positivity within the community, and celebrate all of our brilliant creators! ❤️

(The work doesn't have to have been made exclusively for this event, either. If you have a queer themed fanwork for TLOU you want to share, regardless of when it was made, just tag us for a reblog!)

And now for the prompts...

Coming out

Queerplatonic relationship

Platonic soulmates: what platonic relationships from canon are meaningful to you?

Domestic bliss: write a fic or draw some art about your favourite pairing, romantic or platonic, enjoying some much deserved peace.

Queer romance

Queer joy

Found family: would it be Pride Month without the family we choose? Maybe talk about the meta of the trope, or your favourite instance within canon. Or how it comes into play in an AU.. the possibilities are endless!

Rarepairs: pick a pairing you wouldn't normally write/edit for, and see where the inspiration takes you! Maybe you only write TessJoel... why not try your hand at Ellie/Dina? Or perhaps you want to engage with a new platonic ship; why not take two characters that barely interact in canon, and see how it unfolds? What would happen if Joel had met Anna? How about Sarah and Ellie?

Gender identity: exactly what it says on the tin.

Pride Meta: What does queerness in The Last of Us mean to you? How does it contribute to the story?

"Nature held me close": Based on the quote from Leslie Feinberg, how does nature and queerness come together?

Pride AU: whether it be canon divergent or a modern AU, go nuts!

Remix: create some fanart, or a playlist, or even an edit for your favourite queer fic, old or new!

Music: create a fanwork based around your favourite queer anthem - bonus points if its canon complaint to the show (released before September 2003) or the game (September 2013)!

Of course, all of these are just guidelines and by no means have to be strictly adhered to, let your creativity run wild! We're excited to see what you make, and be sure to share them under the tag so we can reblog and spread the positivity further ❤️

Any comments, ideas, or want to submit a prompt of your own? Send it our way!

#tlou #tlou pride exchange #the last of us #last of us #pride #community day #tlou community day #the tipsy bison

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Halo Reloaded: Gifted

John Downes sat cross-legged on the polished wooden floor of his family's modest living room on Eridanus-II, the late afternoon sunlight casting long shadows across the room. In front of him lay a deck of cards, face down. His small, eager hands flipped one over—Ace of Spades. He looked up with a triumphant grin, his bright blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "Is it this one, Dr. Halsey?" he asked, his voice brimming with youthful enthusiasm.

"Yes, John, that's correct," replied Dr. Catherine Halsey, observing the boy with a mix of professional interest and genuine admiration. She adjusted her glasses, her expression thoughtful as she made another tick on her clipboard. This was the tenth time in a row John had guessed correctly, an improbable feat that seemed to defy simple chance.

John's parents, Anna and Michael Downes, exchanged a look of mixed pride and bewilderment. They sat on an old, comfortable sofa, leaning forward, their attention wholly focused on the extraordinary display of their son's abilities. Anna's hands were clasped tightly together, her knuckles white with tension.

Dr. Halsey cleared her throat, setting aside her clipboard. "John, you have a very special gift," she began, her tone warm yet filled with an undercurrent of seriousness. "I'm here because we have a place for children just like you—children who are exceptionally talented. It's a private military boarding school on Reach, one of the best. It's designed to help gifted young people like yourself become the best soldiers for the United Nations Star Council."

John's eyes widened, his imagination already racing with visions of space adventures and heroics. "Really? Like in the stories?" he asked, barely containing his excitement."Yes, exactly like in the stories," Halsey smiled, then turned to address his parents. "I assure you, John's safety and well-being will be our top priority. Our program is designed to nurture and protect our students while helping them reach their full potential."

Michael rubbed his chin, his brow furrowed with concern. "It sounds like an incredible opportunity, Dr. Halsey, but it's not without risks, right? He's still very young."

Halsey nodded, her face solemn. "I won't mislead you. The training is rigorous, and the challenges are real, but we have comprehensive safety protocols in place. We also provide top-notch education and personal development programs. It’s a chance for John to do something truly remarkable with his abilities."

Anna looked over at John, seeing the eagerness in his posture, and sighed softly. "And you really think he's ready for something like this?"

"I do," Halsey replied confidently. "John is not just ready; he’s exceptional. His talents are extraordinary, and in the right environment, he can thrive."

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of the decision hanging in the air. Finally, Michael nodded slowly. "We'll need some time to think about it," he said, his voice steady.

"Of course, take all the time you need," Halsey said, standing. "I'll provide you with all the information and answer any questions you might have. We believe John has a bright future ahead, and we hope you'll consider this opportunity seriously."

As Dr. Halsey left, John tugged at his mother's sleeve. "Mom, I really want to go," he whispered, his voice filled with hope and a little bit of worry about their approval.

Anna pulled him into a hug, her heart torn between fear and pride. "We know, sweetheart. We'll think about it very carefully, I promise."

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Two weeks had passed since Dr. Halsey's visit, and the decision had been made. The morning was brisk and clear on Eridanus-II, a perfect day for new beginnings. John stood outside, his small suitcase packed and ready by his side. His heart thudded with a mixture of excitement and nerves as he awaited his ride to a new life.

The distant hum of engines grew louder, and soon, a sleek Condor transport descended from the sky, its matte black surface gleaming under the morning sun. The powerful thrusters kicked up dust and leaves around the family’s front yard as it landed gracefully a few meters away.

John turned to his parents, his excitement momentarily overtaken by a surge of emotion. Without a word, he threw his arms around them, burying his face into his mother's side. Anna and Michael hugged him back fiercely, their eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Remember to call us, okay? We want to hear all about your adventures," Anna said, her voice thick with emotion as she stroked his hair.

John nodded, pulling back to look up at them with a brave smile. "I will, Mom. I’ll show you everything with the holo-vids," he promised, his voice steady but his eyes betraying his nervousness.

"And listen to your instructors, alright? Make us proud, but more importantly, take care of yourself," Michael added, giving John’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, trying to pack a lifetime of advice into his words.

"I will, Dad. I’ll be careful," John replied, his young voice full of determination.

With one last squeeze from his parents, John picked up his suitcase and walked towards the Condor. He climbed the ramp, turning around at the top to wave. "Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! I love you!"

"We love you too, John! Be safe!" they called out, waving vigorously until he disappeared inside the ship.

The doors closed, and the engines roared to life, louder now. The Condor lifted off the ground, turning towards the sky.

Anna and Michael stood watching, their hands held tightly together, as the ship became a small dot against the vast blue, their hearts full of hope and worry for their son’s future in the stars.

#halo #halo fanfic #halo fanfiction #john 117 #master chief #master chief fanfiction #halo au #master chief fanfic #halo reloaded #helix studios117

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lilyoffandoms · 8 months

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My February Challenge Masterlist

So January is done and I still need things to occupy my time while I’m laid up so onto the next challenge. A Choices February 2024, Choices Pride, and other fandom challenges seemed appropriate since I’ll go back to work right around the 14th so it gives me copious amounts of time to draw lovey dovey (platonic included) art for the season.

Trystan x Emma (CoP)

Based on the fic, The 2AM Christmas Tree Farm, by the extremely talented @thosehallowedhalls. Regrets, wishes granted, new regrets discovered, and best of all the most perfect mix of angst with happy endings.

Aiden x Evie (HSS)

Based on two lovely edits by @cadybear420. I’ve never played any of the HSS books but I’m incredibly tempted to give them a go based on this edit alone! Plus, Evie in a suit? Yes please (can’t wait to see you post that one)!

Kit x Jules (Untamable)

Based on the fic, We’ll Figure It Out, by @peonyblossom. Many of ya know I’m a sucker for cowboys and a select few (really all y’all know) I’m usually a sucker for books the fandom loves to hate. So this pairing was a no brainer for me. Cowboys? Check. Gay? Check. Fluff and picnics? Check. What’s not to love?

Daenarya x Maiele (Blades)

For me and for @storyofmychoices. Thanks for being so wonderful and creating Daenarya!

Imtura x Rán (Blades)

Based on the fic, Swordplay, by @trappedinfanfiction. If I’m a sucker for cowboys yall know I’m even more of a sucker for swordplay with a hot partner. And who wouldn’t want a little help learning that? Especially from Imtura!

Eva x Troy (WtD)

Based on Starlit Night by @dutifullynuttywitch. There is something so magical about friends bringing joy and comfort to each others lives before they become take the leap from friends to lovers. And if that comfort comes in the form of stargazing or even better, Aurora Borealis, sign me up!!

Ash x Skylar (ILITW)

Based on the fic, Répondez, S'il Vous Plaît ! 3, by @aallotarenunelma. Is there anything better than that moment before a first kiss? Well, other than the first kiss itself.

Trystan x Gabriel (CoP)

Dorian x Aerin (Blades)

Based on the fic, I Cannot Bear To Hold You With These Unworthy Hands, by @aria-ashryver. I title this art, Moments Before Disaster 😂 But seriously there is something so wonderful and tender in the moment when all seems right in the world. And for me, that moment is made all the better knowing it will be ripped away hehe (I’m sorry I’m like this).

Sloane Washington (PM)

For @sloanewashingtonappreciationweek day one.

Anna x Nyx (WT - lace)

Requested by @noesapphic for @choicespride Valentine’s event.

Early Morning Bryce

Based on this post.

Bryce x Jensen (OPH - bouquets)

Requested by @mydemonsdrivealimo for @choicespride Valentine’s Event.

Derek Taylor x Charlie Howard

For @tveitertotwrites as part of the @choicesfandomappreciation Secret Pal exchange.

Thomas x Jackie

Requested by @peonyblossom for @choicespride Valentine’s Event.

Mal x Daenarya

A gift for @storyofmychoices from @peonierose for the @choicesfandomappreciation Secret Pal Exchange. Based on this fic.

Tobias x Casey (OPH)

A birthday gift for @jerzwriter. Love ya babe 😘

Tyril x MC (Blades - dancing)

#playchoices #choicesfebruary2024 #choices monthly challenge #my art ish tag #i polish nothing #my masterlist

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annas-hair-donut · 9 months

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Bundle Up, Scooch In

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anna/Kristoff Characters: Kristoff, Anna, Bulda, Elsa, Honeymaren Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Colonial America, 18th Century, Love at First Sight, (sort of), Angst and Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot, Family Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Snowed In, Cuddling & Snuggling, Awkward Sexual Situations, Clothed Sex, interruptions, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Woman on Top, Kristoff Needs a Hug, Minor Elsa/Honeymaren (Disney) Summary:

Anna, a woman Kristoff just met that day, allows him to sleep in her bed so he doesn’t have to go home in the middle of a blizzard. Will he overcome the pain of his past and open himself up to the possibility of true love? Or will he walk away, lonely and cold in the dark? 18th Century, Colonial New Arendelle AU.

Written for the Frozen x Beauty and the Beast Yuletide Exchange

@kristanna-days

“When will we get to Living Rock Township?” Kristoff’s passenger Anna was only talking to him because he was there and she was bored, which was almost worse than ignoring him.

He wasn’t in the habit of conversing with strangers, especially pretty, high-born women who were cheerful even when there wasn’t a reason to be. He didn’t see the point.

“When we get there.”

He wasn’t trying to be funny, but Anna laughed anyway. Rather than ignore the daggers he shot at her, she laughed even more.

“I’m sorry!” she said as she caught her breath. “It’s just that, well, are you always this talkative?”

He answered her with a smirk. This was why he bought a wagon and not a carriage: he’d have rather delivered parcels and mail than people any day.

But Mrs. Stone, the pastor’s daughter and one of the only nice people in Living Rock Township, had specifically requested he be nice when he collected Anna at the harbor, so he attempted conversation, though it didn’t help much.

“What are you even doing here?”

“I beg your pardon?” Her wrinkled forehead didn’t dampen her bright eyes. “That attitude is completely unnecessary.”

Kristoff whistled and his horse Sven stopped. Then he turned on the bench to face her. “You had to have a good reason to leave your family and probably very comfortable life in Arendelle to risk crossing the ocean. Especially alone-”

Then he remembered there was supposed to be a man with her.

Anna scooted away from him on the bench and folded her arms. “That’s none of your concern.”

Kristoff rolled his eyes when she lifted her nose in the air like she wanted an apology.

Instead, he said, “Fine,” and told Sven to walk on. So much for his attempt at friendship.

Then it crossed his mind that perhaps she had lost her companion on the voyage so he swallowed his pride. “It’s just unusual, that’s all.”

She let out a deep breath instead of crying and Kristoff relaxed. “My fiance was supposed to come with me.”

“I guess things didn’t work out with Prince Charming, there?”

Anna shook her head and added, “Well, see, I met him at a ball.”

Kristoff rolled his eyes. He already knew where this story was headed.

“It was amazing and magical. He was dreamy and divine. And he asked me to marry him that night! Of course, I thought it was true love so I-”

“You agreed to marry a man you just met? That day?”

Anna stopped talking and glared at him.

“I mean, sure. Yeah, that sort of thing happens all the time,” he said sarcastically.

“Anywho, my sister lives at North Mountain and I haven’t seen her in years—she got accused of witchcraft and had to leave in a hurry, long story-”

She said it so casually that it almost didn’t register. “Wait, what!?”

“How far is North Mountain from Living Rock? Do you know how to get there?”

“You might not want to talk about that kind of stuff too loudly here. Personally, I think it’s a bunch of hogwash, but other people seem to take it pretty seriously.”

It almost seemed like she was mocking him when she said, “Anyway, we were going to join her at North Mountain. My parents actually passed away a few years ago-"

"You lost your parents?"

Anna paused and smiled at him. "They were trying to find Elsa, but their ship never made it. That was about three years ago or so."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

She smiled again. "Well, obviously I wanted my sister's blessing since I couldn't get my parents. So I made all the arrangements and wrote to her. But I don’t know if she even got the letter-”

“So she doesn’t even know you’re coming?”

“Well, no…” Anna twisted her mittened hands in front of her and she looked off to the side. “Maybe. But I also wrote to Mrs. Stone gave. She gave me an open invitation when she and her husband left Arendelle. So I thought at least we’d be on the right continent.”

Then her voice dropped. “At least, I’m on the right continent.”

Kristoff pursed his lips. He hated to ask, but he was invested in the story. “So where’s your handsome prince now?”

She folded her arms again and spoke softly. “I guess he didn’t love me enough.”

Unfortunately, that tugged on Kristoff’s heartstrings and he couldn’t tell her what he really thought.

“I don’t believe it was love at first sight, in case that’s what you were thinking.”

Kristoff didn’t mean to snort.

She narrowed her eyes. “It was blind attraction, which can be even more problematic.”

“Not exactly the best way to start a life together.”

Not expecting silence, Kristoff turned his head. She was biting her lip, but he knew it wasn’t supposed to be suggestive. Or endearing.

Then she peered up at him, eyes blue-green like the sea, but constant, unwavering. “I still believe in love at first sight, but I’ve learned my lesson.”

He desperately wanted to look away from her but he couldn’t.

“Next time I’ll take a closer look.”

Kristoff’s heartbeat quickened until she wrinkled her nose and giggled, finally looking away.

“I’ll know him when I see him! And when I find him I’m going to hold on tight and never let go. True love is worth it.”

Kristoff turned his head again. The huge smile plastered on her face locked him in the moment, even though stared far into the distance.

But then he shook his head and remembered the last time a woman looked at him as closely as Anna had. That had been some time ago, and she hadn’t offered him a passing glance since then. There was no reason to believe Anna was any different.

Continue reading at AO3.

#frozen #kristanna #frozen fanfic #kristanna fanfic #new arendelle colonial au #18th century au #bundle up scooch in #kristanna days #frozen yuletide exchange

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ginger-grimm · 3 months

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PRIDE EXCHANGE

Carter Blackwood & George Karim for @bibaybe

I hope you like it!

#ocappreciation #ocapp #anna's pride exchange #lockwood and co oc #not my oc #my edits #kbee's oc: carter blackwood

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come-along-pond · 4 months

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Greer Grimm

➪for @ginger-grimm’s Pride Exchange [2/4]

I hope your surgery went/goes well! I’m super proud of you!

taglist: @bravelittleflower @ginger-grimm @dancingsunflowers-ocs @foxesandmagic @shrinkthisviolet @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl

Send an ask/message if you wish to be added or removed!

#anna maria's ocs #anna's pride exchange 2024 #my edits #fyeahdisneydescendantsocs #disney oc #ocappreciation #allaboutocs #ocapp #ochub #not my oc

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daughter-of-melpomene · 4 months

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FRANCESCA “FRANKIE” BLANCHARD

↳ for @ginger-grimm as part of her Pride exchange; I really hope you like this!!

#my edits #made for others #character: frankie blanchard #friend’s oc #anna maria tag #mutuals’ exchanges #anna’s pride exchange

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coochiequeens · 9 months

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Another example of something that never happens.....

By Anna Slatz December 22, 2023

CONTENT NOTICE: This article contains explicit references to child sexual abuse, as documented by the Federal Bureau of Investigations during a predator sting. Reader discretion is appreciated.

A transgender pedophile in Vermont has been sentenced to 11 years in federal prison after being caught in a law enforcement sting targeting predators. Scarlet Moon Shadows, also known as Dragongurl69, pleaded guilty to attempting to entice a minor into sexual activity.

As previously reported by Reduxx, Shadows, born Randy Emillion Goodreau, first appeared in federal court last year after being arrested in Albany, New York while trying to meet who he believed to be an 11-year-old girl for sexual abuse.

The incident began after Shadows messaged a social networking account established by the FBI seeking to attract predators. The profile was made to look as though it belonged to a woman in custody of an 11-year-old girl, and included a number of pedophilic “dog whistles” in the biography section. Shadows messaged the account, and, after a brief exchange in which he expressed interest in “teaching” the child sexual acts, the two moved their communications to an encrypted messenger.

Shadows then asked to speak to the child directly, and began messaging with a second undercover agent posing as the girl.

According to an affidavit submitted by Special Agent Jenelle Bringuel, Shadows quickly offered to “date” the girl and introduce her to sexual acts. He also sent the girl several photos of his “breasts,” and plotted how to keep their relationship a secret from the public.

“We can be a real couple when we are home, but in public [kisses] have to be on the cheek. Can probably still hold hands though,” Shadows said, using text-lingo to convey his point to the minor. He continued: “We can kiss on the lips, like at home or in car rides depending how busy traffic is … at home [we] can do whatever you want. We can make love if you want to.”

Approximately one month after beginning to communicate with the undercover agents, Shadows travelled from Vermont to Warren County, New York with the intention of having sex with the child. Shadows was arrested after arriving at a meet-up point, and was found to have had an engagement ring, condoms, and gifts for the child on his person. During questioning, he claimed the sexual texts were nothing more than “roleplaying.”

A psychosexual assessment of Shadows revealed that he was subjected to a viewing test which indicated his interests in juvenile females, adolescent boys, and very young girls. The assessment also revealed that he had a “high interest” in infant females.

A press release put out by the Department of Justice detailing the case referred to Shadows using she / her pronouns and gave no indication that he is male or that he identifies as transgender. According to the DOJ, the investigation was conducted by the FBI and its Child Exploitation Task Force, which includes members of federal, state, and local law enforcement agencies, including the Colonie Police Department and the New York State Police.

In April, Shadows pleaded guilty to Attempted Enticement and Coercion of a Minor. Shadows has been in FBI custody since, with a number of delays occurring during the hearing process. In October, his public defense attorney abruptly dropped his case, citing “conflict of interest,” and the case was put on hold until a new defense attorney could pick up the sentencing negotiations.

On December 20, Shadows was sentenced to 11 years, one year more than the mandatory minimum of 10 years the defense had been seeking.

Shadows was active on Facebook prior to his arrest, and made multiple posts utilizing the trans pride flag and calls to “cherish trans women.” He also uploaded his own poorly-drawn artwork to his account, some of which featured disturbing themes.

In one pen-work picture, Shadows shows what appears to be an older man with a much-smaller girl.

“We will never brake, not even from our darkest sin. The devil is no longer in charge. We are the new rulers of hell,” the picture reads.

Two posts seen on Shadows’ Facebook account.

While it is currently unknown where Shadows will be incarcerated, he will be under the jurisdiction of the federal Bureau of Prisons, which currently has a gender self-identification policy in place for housing transgender inmates.

On January 13 of 2022, the Bureau of Prisons revised its Transgender Offender Manual, which included guidelines previously scrubbed by the Trump administration with respect to gender self-identification for federal inmates. Under the Trump administration, inmates were housed based on biological sex as a sole consideration, but the Biden administration renewed Obama-era guidelines requiring gender identity be considered when making housing assignments.

There are currently 1,500 federal inmates who identify as transgender. According to Keep Prisons Single Sex USA, almost 50% of trans-identified male federal inmates are in custody for sex offences. This is compared to just 11% of the non-trans male federal inmate population.

#usa #Vermont #His birth name is Randy Emillion Goodreau #Why do TIMs give themselves goddess names or stuff like Scarlet Moon Shadows?#An abusive TIM #Not A Woman #NotOurCrimes #the Bureau of Prisons revised its Transgender Offender Manual #KeepPrisonsSingleSex

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fourtyfourcatss · 7 months

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[████████ 100%] — the lovely @sugutoad !

FILE NO#1 | GODLY PARENT + LEGACY MATCHUP….

A girl of mysterious origins, your father, a mortal, your mother, a god. Yet… it doesn’t seem like your scent attracts too many monsters. Your blood is not weak, yet… it can’t be— you have a guardian?! Tell me, what is your name?!

𖠳 ANNA LEE.

𖠳 The perfect cabin for you. It’s definitely the most well rounded for you, and encompasses more traits that makes you so specially you. I actually had a friend who has done very deep research into Greek mythos help me with this one, and he gave me his utmost approval when I said I paired you up with Athena.

𖠳 Other than the obvious perfectionism and the pursuit of knowledge and your healthy pride and openness to competition when it reaches your heels. Yet, you carry a sensitivity and insight around you— a rebellious spirit, a restrained soul. Children of Athena tend to focus on themselves, but that is because they are inclined on thinking, and the body that hosts that process is an important factor and element. Not only so, you have many likes because you need something to scratch your brain just right, and it has to be something that takes many thought, like murder mysteries. Not only that, you seem like someone who wishes to be seen and acknowledge and appreciated, in a good way, because you have had a lack of it. That itself is a very demigod but specifically child of Athena trait— seeking your mother’s approval.

𖠳 and in her own weird way, she gives you that approval. She gives you that approval with two things— a guardian spirit. An owl. It bequeaths you with more protection against monsters, but it does not attack, and only defends. Its very presence allows you, and only you, to not be afraid of using social media or phones to answer calls in fear of monsters. And the way she claims you is extremely distinct, and memorable. I will explore this later.

𖠳 and since you yourself is this kind of person— I believe your cabin mates would adore you too. You make sure nobody is unheard, and pursue a line of thinking to adapt everyone inside. That is a trait that many children of Athena, to my knowledge, do lack, as they are so caught up within their own webs to properly contemplate the outside. This makes you a fantastic cabin leader also, and the dynamics affected by how you have had siblings before in the past makes them respect you. How does this connect with Athena? She is also the god of war, someone who must take charge, someone who needs great organization and insight to hear every soldier out. You get where I’m going?

𖠳 also, you have that sense of justice that Athena children has that explicitly do not always appear on many other demigods of other cabins— but the Athena cabin has members who pursue their own sense of justice. And I believe you fit right in, lawyer girl.

𖠳 I think you humble yourself enough, and that sort of balances out what would be your fatal flaw enough to help you survive many encounters. And I also believe putting you in this cabin will help you and the others remark your findings on one another’s traits and what you guys can do to exchange pointers and avoid situations like being clouded by pride, etc, which may lead to inevitable doom. You guys wish to learn, and to support one another in your pursuits would be a better place to grow instead of being thrown into the cat fight that is the Nike cabin (who does more well for people who have higher self esteem, especially bouncing back very quickly from even a big loss).

𖠳 YOUR LEGACY HAS TO BE…

𖠳 your fiery attitude reminds me a lot like nemesis, and your seeking reminds me of Nike. But Nike’s cabin is more focused on winning and winning, and not much on being better as a whole. No shade. But you have the legacy of Dike, and it is not just because of your wish to become a lawyer, where this goddess of justice incorporates, but also, from your compassion for the people around you, and how you are trying to get over your judgement. I think it draws a good parallel, the legacy of a goddess of judgement and law, yet breaking away and finding ways to incorporate more representation and understanding within the courtroom. You already have Dike’s approval, so please, step forward!

𖠳 HOW ARE YOU CLAIMED?

Your blood is racing, you are cornered. The shadow of the night looms over you, you, who is running parallel to the road. This is supposed to be a safe haven, your path to sanctuary— but it is bisected by a flying monster— a spider of all things, venom dripping from its fangs, poison marring its webs.

“Anna! ANNA, can you hear me?!” You hear an echo from a friend’s voice, distant. That’s the satyr who brought you here, separated as the dusk fell.

The next following events goes like this:

Your guardian flies by, nipping through the shot webs and the tiny spider babies trailing behind

In that moment, you devise a plan. There is something that looks like a well, and a heavy metal that can be wedged forward. You sprint, purposefully catching its eye, and run past the well. Its huge, lumpy body crashes down into it, unable to avoid it due to thick oak wood flanking where you could squeeze through. Then, before it can come out, you push the metal— it does not budge. Your veins turn to ice.

Is that all you have? A voice echoes in your head.

It cannot be, not if you wish for your life.

There is something else you can do, and swiftly, you manage to hull the clunk of metal down with a leverage. It smashes the spider into bits.

And as you stare down, the sparkling outline of a holographic owl appears on your head.

It turns out, the clunk of metal was celestial bronze, which was there to supplement the Hephaestus cabin’s latest projects. They’re absolutely mad at you for ruining the newest order, but Chiron chastises them, and welcome you with open arms.

Sorry for how lackluster this is… I didn’t really have much idea how you outsmart the monster, but that’s a main contribution to your claiming.

𖠳 WHAT IS YOUR ABILITIES? YOUR FLAWS? YOUR STRENGTHS? EVERYTHING?

Have no fear— I’ve created a chart entirely for that!

I believe the only two I should elaborate on is number 2 and number 4. The reason why I have chosen number 2, is that from your personality, I see a more self-degrading side to you, as you attempt to press down your pride. This tells me that immediately after you or someone else directly points out your sense of hubris, you acknowledge how bad it is, and while I think it clouds your vision, but from your description, it seems your weakness are more settled on your judgement itself, whether it be clouded by anger or whatnot. However, I can moreso see you on the verge of indecision, weighing your choices just a bit too much. Perhaps you miss the opportunity to make a choice from how harshly you judge your own actions, scared of choosing the wrong one, or making the wrong decision, leading you further down a path of troubles.

That said, it’s not everyone in your cabin enjoys you. Perhaps they have some Nike legacy, or they’re characters of envy — some find you pretentious, and they show it, knowing you are keen on impressions. I would say, look out for people subtly edging you towards a bad fate.

And I think you already know your strengths well. Your deep compassion, your pursuit of the truth, yet you feel incredibly humane. You stumble on your words and you are overloaded with this passion. Hello, child of Athena.

𖠳 WEAPONS — A shield, and a Crossbow.

𖠳 Thinking of your build further, and as a child of Athena, I think you would shine brighter while pulling strings at the back. Not only that, thinking of your descriptor for your body also deigns me to think that, and additionally, a crossbow is a hunter’s weapon. You need to be athletically capable of running around, and I believe you can do just that, especially since Athena presides over war and combat. You would need to be precise, and grounded enough to use the weapon, but also versatile enough to change the trajectory at a whim.

𖠳 I gave you a shield both in honor of you inheriting a sort of will from Athena, and for further protection. I think you are more of a protector, being able to save your friends and teammates and shield them rather than having a full offensive ahead! kind of energy. When it involves their lives. If its capture the flag, I can see you taking a lot more risk.

So… I’ve run out of space for images lol, but here is some of my headcanons if you bring in camp.

𖠳 while the strawberry field of course has to be your favorite, acting picking the strawberries during the summer makes you wish for death. Better hope some child of Apollo with a rare ability to control light softens the sunlight there 😭

𖠳 there’s this one demigod you get into daily arguments with, but it isn’t draining surprisingly to talk to them. Later, you find out why. They’re only arguing with you.. for your attention lol. Here and there, there are other demigods who wants to be friends with you, or has an elementary crush on you, and wants your attention in some way, and they take you being a child of Athena as a way to scratch wits with you. A lot of people like challenging you for no reason other than the fact that you’re the head of the Athena cabin.

𖠳 What do you mean you can’t present? 😭 alright, they’re all nerds, but many of them are also the type to wish to get over things quickly. They’ll take care of it as long as you do your job well, and settling down other children of Athena, which is something you excel at.

𖠳 your favorite activity at camp is Capture the Flag, where you can show off your strategic skills and leadership abilities. You’re the captain of the blue team, and often comes up with clever plans to outsmart the red team. You’re respected and admired by your teammates, but also feared and envied by her opponents. Anna has a friendly rivalry with Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon and the leader of the red team.

𖠳 i feel like you’ll definitely hate the sound of the conch horn, and prefer to stay indoors to keep away from the insects in the grass and woods. This is more convenient for those who wants to find you, since you’re in exactly only three locations unless you have chores to run.

𖠳 your half siblings love your baking, and munching on your goodies while studying or reading or doing whatever they are doing is such a great destressor for them, and is enough to dash away any hate or resentment inside the cabin or any other places.

𖠳 you hang out with me lots 😼 and you also go out with Percy whenever the two of you are free. You rest under an umbrella as you watch him surf, sometimes going with him. Number one OTP of the camp 💀

𖠳 I can see you changing some rules around in the camp with the help of your own fellow cabin members and others. Camp half blood is like,,, a great mess sometimes. We need some organization around here that is better on everyone. Intentions beckon action!

#percy jackson matchup #percy jackson #alright I’m done #hope you enjoy 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Happy new year everyone! Chapter 2 of A Retelling of Frozen II is up

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Chapter 2 - Secrets

The crackling fire filled the room with a warm glow as Elsa, Anna, Olaf, Kristoff, and Sven gathered for an exciting game of charades. The lightning round began, pitting the boys against the girls, and the atmosphere was electric with laughter and anticipation.

Kristoff, always quick-witted, seemed to have a knack for guessing Olaf's actions before time ran out. With each move Olaf made, Kristoff's eyes sparkled with excitement as he confidently called out the correct answer.

Meanwhile, Anna, known for her competitive spirit, grew increasingly frustrated. Olaf's ability to contort himself in unexpected and comical ways made it seem effortless for Kristoff to guess correctly. Determined to outsmart her opponents, Anna furrowed her brow and intensified her focus.

As the small bell rang, signaling the end of Olaf's turn, Kristoff's cheers were met with a threatening look from Anna. Arms crossed, she voiced her frustration, saying, "I don't think Olaf should be allowed to rearrange."

Anna cracked her fingers, exuding confidence, while Elsa nervously hugged the couch cushion. "Doesn’t matter, this is gonna be a cinch! Two sisters, one mind.” Anna boasted.

As Elsa gathered her courage, Sven playfully swiped the cushion away. He then offered her a card from the basket. Elsa took a deep breath, drew a card, and saw the word "proposal" written on it. Her eyes met Kristoff's, and they exchanged a knowing smile.

Little did Anna know, Elsa and Kristoff had been planning this moment for months. They rehearsed together, with Olaf's help in teaching Elsa the art of charades as they quickly discovered that family games weren't Elsa's forte. At all.

Trembling with nerves, Elsa took a step forward, her hands shaking ever so slightly. She traced a circle in the air, symbolizing a ring, hoping Anna would catch on. Anna watched closely, her brow furrowing in concentration. "Hmm, love! A heart! Circle! The world! Sitting on top of the world!" Anna guessed, her excitement growing. But Elsa's shy smile and gentle headshake indicated that Anna's guesses weren't quite right.

With a fluttering touch, Elsa placed one hand over her heart and widened her eyes in surprise. Anna's guess of "I love you!" was close, but Elsa gently shook her head again. She wanted to direct Anna's attention towards Kristoff.

Using a quivering gesture, Elsa pointed towards Kristoff, her eyes filled with affection. "I LOVE YOU TOO!" Anna exclaimed, and it elicited a chuckle from the ice harvester.

Elsa took a deep breath, her hands still trembling as she got down on one knee. Anna watched intently, her brow furrowing in concentration. "Hmm, kneeling? Praying? Oh, I know! Proposal!" she exclaimed, standing up, brimming with excitement.

But as Anna turned to celebrate her correct guess, she froze in her tracks. Her eyes shifted from a smiling Elsa to Kristoff, who was now down on one knee, holding a small velvet box. Tears welled up in Anna's eyes as she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

Kristoff's voice quivered with emotion as he said, "Anna, you are the most extraordinary person I've ever met. I love you with all that I am. Will you marry me?" The room held its breath, waiting for Anna's response, and her heart swelled with pure joy.

Overwhelmed by emotions, Anna nodded vigorously, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. The room erupted in applause and cheers, celebrating the love shared between Anna and Kristoff.

Elsa, brimming with pride and happiness, rushed forward to embrace her sister and soon-to-be brother. "Congratulations, Anna! I'm so incredibly happy for both of you!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine excitement.

Olaf, unable to contain his excitement, bounded over to join the embrace. "Congratulations, Anna! This is the best news ever!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with childlike enthusiasm. "I'm so happy for you and Kristoff!"

Amidst her tears, Anna laughed and pulled Olaf into a tight hug. "Thank you, Olaf.” she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

Elsa, sensing the perfect opportunity to give Anna and Kristoff some time alone, glanced at the grandfather clock, pretending to check the time. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she turned to Olaf, who was beaming with excitement.

"You know, Olaf," Elsa said playfully, "I think it's about time we get going."

Olaf's carrot nose wiggled in delight. "Okay!"

"Hey, where are you going?" Anna asked, her tone curious, as Elsa headed towards the door.

"I promised Olaf I'd take him to the library to find another book. Apparently his last one decided to go for a swim in the pond.” Elsa replied, giving Anna a knowing look.

Anna nervously chuckled. "Oh, those sneaky ducks and their book-stealing ways! Heh."

Raising an eyebrow, Elsa couldn't hide her amusement. "Hmm, yes, those sneaky ducks indeed. Alright, Olaf, let's get going.” She took Olaf's stick hand. Elsa exchanged a knowing look with Kristoff, their unspoken understanding passing between them. A chuckle escaped from Kristoff's lips as he nodded gratefully, appreciating Elsa's thoughtful gesture.

As Elsa made her way down the corridor towards the library, Anna's excitement bubbled over. She quickly turned on her heels, rushing back into the drawing room with a skip in her step. Without hesitation, she launched herself at Kristoff, wrapping her arms tightly around him in a warm embrace.

"Oh my goodness, Kristoff! I still can't believe it! We're engaged! Like, seriously engaged! Can you believe it? I mean, it's like a dream come true! I'm so incredibly happy, I could burst! I've been waiting for this moment forever, and now it's finally here!”

Kristoff chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Slow down, Feistypants! Take a breath. I'm excited too, but let's tackle one thing at a time. So, any ideas for the wedding?"

Anna pulled back slightly, her hands still grasping his shoulders as she spoke rapidly, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Okay, okay! So, picture this: a Summer wedding, flowers everywhere, in every color imaginable. And maybe we could have an ice sculpture of us? I'm sure Elsa won't mind. And a grand entrance with a horse-drawn carriage, just like in those fairy tales! Oh, and the menu! We should have a buffet with all our favorite foods, and the wedding cake can be carrot cake!"

Kristoff looked adoringly at Anna.

Anna paused for a moment, catching her breath before continuing with newfound enthusiasm.

"And the music! We’ll have the band play all our favorite songs. I want to dance with you all night long, Kristoff. We'll twirl and spin under the starry sky, lost in the magic of the moment. It'll be like a fairytale ball, but even better because it's real!"

"I love it already." said Kristoff, his voice filled with love and excitement.

“The wedding will be incredible! The grandest affair Arendelle has ever seen! We'll have royal dignitaries from far and wide, and the whole kingdom will be buzzing with excitement!" Anna said.

Kristoff smile faltered.

Anna continued, her voice filled with anticipation, "Kristoff, you won't believe all the fascinating people you'll get to meet! There will be ambassadors from neighboring kingdoms, prominent figures from across the land, and even some esteemed guests from distant lands."

As Anna continued to chatter excitedly about the elaborate details of the wedding, Kristoff's discomfort grew. He shifted uneasily, his brow furrowing ever so slightly. He loved Anna with all his heart, but once again, the thought of all the royal pomp and circumstance made him uneasy. However, he couldn't bear to dampen her spirits.

Anna, oblivious to Kristoff's inner turmoil, continued to paint a vivid picture of their wedding day. "And the decorations, Kristoff! They'll be absolutely breathtaking! We'll have flowers cascading from every corner, and the ballroom will be transformed into a fairy tale wonderland. Can you imagine?"

Kristoff forced a chuckle, trying to match Anna's excitement. "Yeah, floral wonderland. Can't wait to see it."

Anna took Kristoff's hand and looked at him with adoration. "So, what do you think?”

Kristoff nervously grinned, "I love it, I love you! And you know what? I can't wait to dance with you under the starry sky. It'll be a moment we'll cherish forever."

_ _ _

A few hours later Anna entered the grand library, the scent of old books and parchment filling the air. She found Elsa sitting by the window, her gaze lost in the distance. Olaf, sat nearby, engrossed in a pile of books. Anna approached them with a gentle smile but couldn't hide her worry. She hadn’t forgotten about Elsa's odd demeanor earlier that day, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Hey, guys. Mind if I join you?" Anna asked, as she walked towards Elsa.

Elsa jumped a bit, surprised by Anna's presence. She hesitated for a moment before nodding and motioning for Anna to sit down. Trying to hide her troubled expression, Elsa asked, "Where's Kristoff?“

Anna smiled gently, understanding Elsa's attempt to change the subject. "Oh, he went to check on Sven in the stables, say goodnight and all that.” she replied, taking a seat next to Elsa. The room fell into a brief silence, and Anna could sense that whatever had happened earlier was still bothering Elsa.

Curiosity getting the best of her, Anna finally spoke up. "Elsa, what's wrong? You seem a little off today. Is something on your mind? You know you can always talk to me, right?"

Elsa looked up, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. She hesitated for a moment, her habit of keeping things to herself conflicting with her newfound ability to confide in Anna. Elsa then sighed heavily, realising her sister wouldn’t let this go even if Elsa wanted to share or not. "Something happened in the council meeting today.” she admitted, her voice tinged with unease.

Anna leaned in closer, her concern evident in her voice. "What happened, Elsa?“

Elsa took a deep breath, twisting her fingers nervously in her lap, "Councilman Falsen made some remarks about how he thinks I'm not fit to rule, that someone else should take over.”

Anna's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? How could he say something like that? You've done so much for Arendelle, Elsa." Her protective instincts kicked in, fueling her anger on behalf of her sister. "Why are you letting his words get to you? It doesn't matter what he thinks. What matters is what you think."

Elsa flinched slightly at Anna's sudden outburst. Their eyes locked, and Elsa shook her head ever so subtly, as if confessing something.

Anna's jaw would have been on the floor if it wasn't going a mile a minute. "You agree with him!" she accused. "You think he's right!?”

"Of course I think he’s right!" Elsa said vehemently. "Under my rule so far Arendelle has suffered an eternal winter and a blight! Who knows east could happen next?” She took a breath and quietly muttered, “Being a queen feels like a role that I've been forced into, but one I can't fulfil. I keep messing up, I constantly second-guess myself, I’m not cut out for this.”

Her hands trembled with anxiety as she continued, her voice filled with vulnerability, "Public appearances... they terrify me. The weight of expectations, the scrutiny of every word and action. It's suffocating. And those council meetings... I dread them…and Arendelle, there’s still some who fear me.”

Her voice cracked with emotion as she confided in Anna, "If I can’t fulfil a role I’m born to do then…who am I? What am I doing here?”

Anna was taken aback. “What?"

“I have everything a person could ever want, but all I feel is . . . is trapped and wrong. I close my eyes at night and all I can see are the mistakes that I've made, the disappointment... I just want them to go away, I don't like it. A lot of the time, I don't even like myself. I don’t like who I became.”

"Elsa…how long have you felt like this?”

"Y-years…and it scares me because people don't really change, I'm afraid I'll be stuck like this...That I'll never truly belong here..." Elsa trailed off.

Anna’s voice softened. “You're just stuck because you won't allow yourself to get unstuck and because you don't believe that things can change."

"People don't change." Elsa said bitterly.

"Yeah, they do. The only reason you're stuck is because you refuse to let go. You need to move on and leave the past behind. It's in the past, Elsa. It's not as important as you think."

"But it is important! It's me! It's all I have, and if I let go of that, then I don't know who I'm supposed to be. Where am I supposed to be? I've tried, Anna. I've really tried, but no matter how hard I try, I can't change who I am. This isn't my life, Anna. I don't belong here as queen. This is just somewhere I was told to be."

"Come on, Elsa, you need to snap out of it. We’ve talked about this, we all make mistakes, and we all have moments when we doubt ourselves, but constantly dwelling on the past won't change anything. You're capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for, and everyone thinks you’re a great queen.”

"Not everyone." Elsa said darkly.

"A small minority's doubts mean nothing. You can't win the hearts of everyone."

There was a silence after that, Elsa looked down, feeling disgusted as her fists frosted over once again.

"I remember when you used to dream of being queen, before all the secrets and closed doors.” Anna said quietly.

Elsa nodded slightly but refused to look up.

"You wanted to be like father. You wanted to take care of Arendelle. You wanted to be queen, and I would be right by your side. Look me in the eyes and tell me you haven't changed, Elsa. You have to believe in something."

Elsa stayed silent.

"If you can't believe in yourself, at least believe in me. Trust that ill I’ll be there for you until you can find yourself. Please?” Anna reached out and gently placed her hand on Elsa's, offering comfort. "Elsa, listen to me. You're an amazing queen. You've brought so much joy to our people. Don't let one person's opinion shake you. We're in this together, and I believe in you."

Elsa's gaze dropped to Anna’s hand she slowly unclenched her fist and interlaced her and her sisters fingers together. A soft smile formed on Elsa's lips as she finally looked up at Anna. “What would I do without you?"

Anna's smile mirrored Elsa's as she replied, "You'll always have me."

After a moment of silence, Elsa expressed her gratitude. "Thank you for always being there, Anna."

Anna squeezed Elsa's hands affectionately. "Of course, I love you."

Elsa smiled warmly. "I love you too, sis." she replied, returning the squeeze.

Elsa gently rubbed her thumb across Anna's ring, "So, Princess Anna Bjorman of Arendelle, huh?"

Anna smirked playfully. “Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"Ha, it does.” she agreed.

Just then, Olaf excitedly ran up to them, shouting, "Elsa, Elsa! I finally found one!"

"Oh, good.” Elsa took the book from Olaf and examined it closely. After a moment, she looked up at Olaf, her curiosity piqued. "I've never seen this book before. Where did you find it, Olaf?"

Olaf replied casually, "Oh, in the secret room you guys have behind the sliding bookshelf."

Both sisters exclaimed in surprise, "The what?"

Olaf innocently responded, "Oh... you guys didn't know about that?"

Anna, intrigued, asked, "Can you show us?”

_ _ _

The bookcase glided open with a soft creak, revealing a hidden room adorned with stacks of papers, documents, books, and chests. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and the room seemed to hold countless secrets within its walls.

Anna's eyes widened in astonishment as she whispered, "Woooaaahhh."

Elsa, equally amazed, remarked, "Look at all this."

"I'm looking." Anna replied, her voice filled with wonder.

Both sisters cautiously stepped into the room, their eyes darting from one intriguing object to another. Elsa paused by a bookshelf, her fingers tracing the spines of the books. Her gaze fell upon a particular title: "Magical Arts: Dangers of Dark Magic."

"Father was studying magic." Elsa murmured, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and realization.

As Elsa continued to explore the room, her attention was drawn to a journal resting on a nearby desk. She picked it up delicately, the pages whispering secrets as she flipped through them.

Meanwhile, Anna's curiosity led her to a trunk. With a sense of anticipation, she opened it, revealing her mother's shawl. A soft "aww" escaped her lips as she gently touched the fabric.

Elsa let out a small gasp, her voice barely above a whisper. "He was studying me too."

Anna turned her head to look at Elsa, her eyes filled with confusion. "Wait, what?"

Elsa showed Anna the journal, her voice trembling slightly. "This is some sort of journal. 'I can find no record of a human with powers like hers but for the ancient myths with their tragic fates.'"

Anna peered over Elsa's shoulder, her eyes scanning the journal's pages. "Wait a minute, this isn’t father's handwriting. It's mother's."

"These next pages are in English but also... Northuldrian?" Elsa questioned, her brow furrowed in puzzlement.

"Northuldrian? But that language is forbidden. Why would mother know it... or dare use it?" Anna wondered aloud.

Both sisters read the next passage together, their voices blending in unison. "'Whatever e-evil my people did... Whatever darkness still roams our forest... I can no longer turn my back on the past.'"

The sisters locked eyes, their hearts pounding in sync with the weight of their discoveries.

"We need to see Lord Sworsin." Anna declared, determination shining in her voice.

Notes

Hello, I hope everyone enjoyed chapter 2, it had a lot of rewrites I won’t lie, I wanted to make sure everyone was in character and I wasn’t going to OOC. One thing I missed in Frozen 2 was Anna’s change in character, I missed the peppy rambler she was in Frozen so I wanted to portray that here but also keeping her more mature side from Frozen 2 when speaking to Elsa later on.

I’m not sure if everyone will be happy with Elsa spilling everything out like that in front of Anna but I figured after 3 years she can confine in her sister about stuff like this.

Also credit to who I believe is ‘wandering-bard-from-the-id’ on tumblr (please correct me if I’m wrong) for the idea of kristoff and Elsa teaming up with the proposal idea. I loved it and wanted to incorporate it here.

See you in the next chapter :)

#disney #anna #elsa #frozen #frozen 2 #fix it #fix it fic

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