A 'Sim'ple Story
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  • Reads 1,868
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 19m
Ongoing, First published Oct 11, 2020
Watching Joe and Dianne playing Sims 4 during lockdown inspired me to write this story. It follows the Suggwells as they build a home, build a relationship, and build a life together. 

The structure of the story is similar to that of 'New Girl' by Rzar123. I haven't copied (I swear!), but I was inspired by the idea of having each chapter set over the course of a month. And, as the story unfolds, you'll hopefully understand why I've paced it that way. 
But if you like a slow-burn romance, this story ain't it! For those who have watched the Sim's videos, you'll know that everything happened very quickly in that game. So, I've tried to slow the pace down a bit; but the story will still require some suspension of disbelief (well, more than my previous stories!), so please try to humour me!

This won't play out in exactly the same way as the series did, but there are certain plot points from the videos that I will be including. And although I've tried to make it as realistic as possible, the story is still quite satirical and doesn't take itself too seriously!

All comments, feedback and suggestions are welcome, and I will try to take them on board.
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The Quarter is quiet. Marcellus controls the vampires. The wolves live like outcasts in the Bayou. The Witches have a rocky peace with the vampires. The Mikaelsons raise Hope in their family home. All is peaceful, quiet despite the minor disputes. However the newest Scottish visitors have a long history that they plan on bringing to town. --- "They don't like the idea of new vampires in New Orleans." He reports shamefully, holding his head downwards. The butler seemed as though fearing for his life. I hold the lavender ball gown up to my chest, looking at myself in the floor length mirror. "On the contrary, dear Joseph," I pause, listening as my sweet Scottish accented voice floats around the room in tranquility​. I turn to him, my ice eyes resting on him. "We are very, very old vampires." I drop the dress, and the butler looks up in fear. My movements are as fast as a striking snake, tearing out his throat in such a swift movement there's barely any mess. I look into his eyes as he raises his hands to his neck, falling to the ground in a light thump. I walk back and pick up the lavender dress, admiring my smiling reflection in the mirror as the tragically human butler bleeds out onto the expensive Russian rug. --- Some plot lines and moments of the Originals has been altered for this story. Camille is human (alive). Marcel is not a super vamp. However, Hope is seven years old. I only own the events and Characters I design, the rest all belong to the CW and the wonderful writers. Edit:: The Title has been changed from Casket Crowns to Her Majesty The reasoning is that the characters designed in this story are being used in a series of novels that will NOT be fan fictions. If you're interested in Merida and her brothers furthermore, stay tuned for the actual Fiction/Fantasy book I'll publish on my profile. August 10, 2020 UPDATE: This story is old, I started it several years ago and therefore has many flaws. Read at your own risk.
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A short story Joanne AU A little idea I had that grew into a short 16 chapter book. Read it if you wish! **preview** "Oh my god, sorry," Joe heard, just after a small, fast moving body collided with him on a busy street causing the coffee in his hand to wobble dangerously. He blinked and looked down, seeing a woman with short brown hair picking up something she had dropped- her phone- Joe realised. She picked it up and wiped it against her leg with a groan. "Don't worry," he held his hand out for her, "here." The petite woman took his hand and Joe's stomach flip-flopped churning the bagel he had inhaled on his way out of the door this morning; the woman's hand felt all too familiar. As she reached his eye level, Joe had to stop a gasp that was trying to escape his lips, "Dianne?" "Yes? How do you know my n-" she had just looked up at him from the phone in her hand and all words flew from her head at the sight of those piercing eyes. "I don't believe it." "Joe," she dropped his hand, "oh my, bloody hell." There was a moment or two of what could only be described as an awkwardly unpleasant silence, as they both took the person in front of them in, in all of their glory.