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dezzymalfoy · 3 years

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The Descendant Part 3: The Letter

Harry slowly gets up, grabbing his glasses which he has placed next to the picture of his parents.

His only possession of them,

His parents on the left, his mum holding him while his father has his arms around them both. On the right, a similar family with a little girl, mother holding her and father wrapped around them both.

Harry looks to the back of the cardstock, and reads the words he reads oh so often,

"Her name in (Y/n) Ravenclaw"

The Raven haired boy slowly gets up and begins making breakfast for everyone, then goes to collect the post,

Grabbing all the post from the bottom of the door frame, scanning through and surprised to see something for him,

"Mr. H Potter

The Cupboard Under The Stairs,

4, Privet Drive,

Little Whinging,

Surrey"

As he gave his uncle the rest of the mail, he kept his letter and began to open it,

"Father! Harry has mail!" Dudley yells as he snatches the letter out of Harry's hand and taking it to his father,

"Give it back! That's mine!" Harry yelled at Vernon,

Vernon laughed, "Who would be writing to you?" He questioned, looking at the writing on the front, then the wax seal on the back to see four quadrants, a lion, a snake, a badger, and an eagle with an H in the middle. Looking at Petunia,

"Off to your rooms both of you, boys." Vernon says,

"But dad-" Dudley started

"NO! To your rooms!"

Harry was curious as to what that letter was, and why it brought such a reaction from his uncle.

Harry woke up the next day and yet again did his daily routine, made breakfast, served it, picked up the post,

And yet again. There's another letter.

The same exact one.

Vernon noticed there was yet another letter and threw it in the fire place.

As Harry was doing his chores, he happened to look outside and see a load of owls in the mailboxes, houses, trees, house number signs, everywhere. Harry thought this was strange, but thought nothing of it, over all.

This happened for days, the letters would come in, and soon they were the only things the Dursley's were getting though their drop box, five, ten at a time!

Every single one went into the fireplace.

Harry woke up today in a slightly sour mood, it was Sunday.

He walks into the kitchen and began breakfast, his uncle Vernon was quite chipper today, and he knew exactly why.

"Good day, Sunday, any idea why Dudley?" Vernon asks his son, to which he shakes his head

"Its because there's no post on Sunday's" Harry said gloomily,

"Right you are Harry! No post on Sunday. Not one blasted lett-"

The house had begun to shake. The fireplace roared, Petunia took Dudley into her arms to protect him.

All of a sudden, the fireplace shot out hundreds of the letters, Harry immediately going to get one of them, jumping onto one of the chairs in the living room, trying to grab one of the letters falling from above him, letters stacking up on the floor of the living room, and just as Harry almost had one in his hands, Vernon grabs the back of his shirt and drags him out to the car,

"Daddys gone mad hasn't he?" Dudley asks his mum, to which she nods.

They drove for hours on end, then rode the boat in the storm, out to a dingy cottage in the middle of nowhere,

"They'll never find us out here, never!" Vernon exclaims as they pile into the small house. Vernon and Petunia going to the room up the stairs, Dudley taking the moldy, moth eaten couch, leaving Harry with the dusty old floor and another moldy blanket.

Harry was unable to fall asleep, so, he drew a birthday cake with 11 candles and happy birthday Harry into the middle,

As soon as Dudley's watch started beeping midnight, Harry looked at the cake on the dirt covered floor,

"Happy Birthday Harry", blowing out the "candles"

As soon as Harry had blown out the last of the candles, there was banging on the door, and someone had knocked it down, Harry smartly hid beside the fireplace, out of view of the door.

Peaking around the corner, Harry saw a large figure in the middle if the doorway.

As the figure walks in, Harry heard his aunt and uncle rush down the stairs,

"Sorry 'bout tha'" said the large -man, as Harry knows now- as he proceeds to pick up the door, surprising everyone.

The fire lights up the faces of everyone in the room,

"Get out! You're trespassing on private property!" Vernon points a double barrel shotgun at the man, to which the large man bends the shotgun,

"Dry up Dursley, you great prune!"

The man looks towards Dudley,

"'arry! Been lookin' for ya! Of 'ourse you're a bi' more rou'ded since tha last 'ime I saw ya! Espec'ally there in tha 'iddle"

Harry then decided to walk out from his hiding spot,

"H-He's not Harry, I am.", making the large man turn towards him,

"Well o' course ya are! I'm Hagrid, Game'eeper at 'ogwarts, (Y/n)'s back ou'side waitin on us in tha boa'"

"Hogwarts?" Harry's curious as to what that is, and if this (y/n) is the same one from his picture.

"Well ye', where'd ya t'ink yer 'arents learnt it all? Which 'eminds me, I go' this for ya. Rec'on I may of sa' on it, made it me'self, 'ords an all, with some 'elp from (Y/n)" Hagrid hands Harry a box and a letter, the same one from the fireplaces and the post back at home.

Harry opened the box to see a bright pink cake with green icing with the words, "happee birthday haree", making Harry smile then frown, setting the cake down

"My parents?"

"Yer 'arents were wizards, 'arry, and yer one too, af'er a bit'o trainin o'course"

"I-I'm not a wizard, I'm just Harry."

"Well, just 'arry, 'as anythin ever happened, tha' ya can't explain? When ya 'ere mad or u'set?"

Harry thinks back to the zoo, to the glass and the snake, Dudley falling into the water of the enclosure, and everything makes sense,

Harry finally decides to open the letter Hagrid had given him earlier,

Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall , Deputy Headmistress

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

UNIFORM:

First-year students will require: 1.Three sets of plain work robes (black) 2.One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear 3.One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar) 4.One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings) Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Harry looked up from his letter as his uncle had yelled,

"We swore to put a stop to all this rubbish when we agreed to take him in!" Vernon argued,

"You knew? You knew all this time and you never bothered to tell me?" Harry was enraged that they had never told him of his wizard genes

"Oh! Of course we knew! With my perfect sister being what she was! I was the only one in the family who saw her for what she was! A freak! I knew you would be just like her. Then she had to go run off with that Potter and get herself blown up!" Petunia ranted,

"Blown up?! You told me my parents had died in a car crash!" Harry was enraged, they had lied to him! About his own parents, no less.

"Car 'rash killed 'ily and James 'otter! Cold'wap!" Hagrid yelled at the Dursley's,

"Enough! We're not paying for him to go to some school and get taught by some crack pot old fool!" Vernon yelled back

Hagrid points his pink umbrella at him, "never insul' Albus 'umbledore in fron' o' me!", then looking at Dudley, who was chowing down on Harry's birthday cake, pointing his umbrella at him and sending sparks, then making a pig tail form on his bum.

Hagrid walked out of the house as the Dursley's were freaking out about the tail that now rests on Dudley,

"Comin 'arry?" Harry smiled and runs out of the house, following Hagrid out to the boat, seeing a small girl laid down in the middle, sleeping.

"Ah, poor 'irl, must've fallen 'sleep, 'arry, tha is (y/n)"

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junkosakura01 · 4 years

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A Gift for Lucifer

Updated fic in my AO3 account: junkosakura01

* Fanfic based on Lucifer’s 2020 birthday event + one major spoiler.

* Junko is my “Obey Me!” in-game name & [ideal] persona here. IRL I can do simple massages like in this fanfic (and no, I can’t make one moan like this one, lol). Please also excuse my biases here.

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Before the surprise party plan for Lucifer was set into motion, and Junko was almost seen through by the man himself, Asmodeus had given Junko some extra tips to win over the birthday boy.

“As much as I appreciate your help, Asmo, but I still don’t know what to give him…” Junko’s stoic face remains the same, yet her tone of voice felt sad.

She has been with them for a long while now, and a lot has already happened—reconciling the brothers with each other and even learning about her ancestor.

“Want me to help set up a romantic mood when you both get back?” Asmodeus smiled but there was a hint of slyness in his tone.

Ever since after they learned Junko is Lilith’s descendant, Asmodeus was always the one who notices her being nervous sometimes when she’s with Lucifer.

“Thanks, Asmo, but I think I can find one during our da—I mean, the plan tomorrow.”

“Hmm~ If you say so, Junko~” He grinned at her, and for hearing her almost a say a certain word.

The next day, Junko and Lucifer were out on their date, with Mammon and Leviathan in tow hiding from them. Unfortunately, those two were eventually found out by Lucifer and sent them home, but Junko played dumb so the party won’t be ruined.

“I’ll trust you for now. Come, let’s continue.”

“Yes, Lucifer. Let’s go shopping over there.”

Moving on, they also went to a shop for a bit and bought matching necklaces for each other. Their date ended when Junko’s phone alarm rang, signaling party time. They soon returned home, and Lucifer was greeted with smiles and cheers. Diavolo laughed at him because he was right when he expected Lucifer to forget his own birthday.

“Ah yes, today is my birthday,” Lucifer grimaced. His embarrassment surprised them but he immediately reverted to his usual face again.

“We all prepared this for you.” Junko said as she gently tugged on Lucifer’s sleeve.

“Is that so? I’m glad it didn’t turn into a disaster,” Lucifer retorted.

“My livestream was a disaster though…” said Leviathan as he gently caressed his camera. “Those juicy moments between them was—“

“Ooh! Yeah, I was enjoying that!” Asmodeus frowned. “Gosh, Lucifer, you should’ve let him and save it as a remembrance.

“Ehh…?” Junko grimaced at them, but inside she was feeling embarrassed.

After everyone had given their messages and now eating, Junko sheepishly went near Lucifer’s face and whispered, “I… I have something to give you too, but can I go to your room later for it…?

Surprised, Lucifer’s eyes widen with his fork halfway out from his mouth. He didn’t expect her to say that. Like a confused Mammon, a lot of scenarios ran through his mind, wondering about her gift.

“Sure, I’ll be expecting you then.” Lucifer replied and ate another piece of cake. He didn’t bother to press her further.

“Ah, thank you, Lucifer!” Junko faintly smiled and caught his attention, so did Asmodeus.

”I guess she found out what to give him, eh?” Asmodeus smirked at them. He’s also the only one who noticed their matching necklaces, but he assumed that it wasn’t the one Junko planned to give as a present.

“What are you mumbling about, Asmo?” Satan asked as he grabbed his plate away from Beelzebub, who was aiming his fork on Satan’s plate.

“Oh nothing, I’m just talking to myself.”

Later that evening, after the party and everyone else were in their rooms, Junko silently went to Lucifer’s room and then knocked on the door.

“It’s me. Can I come in?”

Something clicked and made the door slightly ajar, she then went inside. On his chair, Lucifer was enjoying a glass of blood wine while reading a book.

“You’re finally here. What is it that you want to give me?”

The timid and quiet girl didn’t reply, but instead raised her hands up as if she was trying to scare or scratch him.”

“I don’t get it.” He bluntly said. His eyebrows slightly furrowed and he was starting to feel annoyed.

“I’m confident in giving massages… We already got matching necklaces, but this is something I wanted to give you. Plus, if I told you earlier, they might hear it and get misunderstood.”

“Alright, I forgive you,” he smiled at her, “But you were a little misleading earlier too. You had a different expression on your face while telling me. Asmo was also giving us a strange look as well.”

“Ah… Haha…” She laughed softly from being embarrassed.

The proud eldest demon brother sighed but with a relaxed look on his face. Putting down his wine glass and book, he then sat on his bed. A pat on it signaled her to follow.

“Sorry, but I need you to take your clothes off. Back massages are best without it.”

“You’re pretty bold and assertive right now,” he chuckled. “I’d rather not, but if you say so.”

Slowly he started undressing—making her flinch after every top layer was removed. He’s unaware of her current expression right now.

Being weak to good-looking people, specifically handsome men, Junko can’t help but fawn over his revealed body and reflexively hides her face in embarrassment. It’s also the first time Lucifer had shown some skin to anyone other than Diavolo when they went to the beach together.

“Hehe… What, was it just an act? I thought you were going to give me a massage.”

“Ugh… That grin…!” She thought, and had a pained yet satisfied look on her face. “A-Ahem…! Now lie face down.”

He did as he was told and she nervously positioned herself near him while on his bed, “É-Excuse me…” She softly said.

After stretching her arms and hands to warm up, she started massaging him from his head, then to his shoulders, to halfway down his back. At first she had trouble with how stiff Lucifer’s back is, but as it went on, she was also trying to calm herself after hearing him moan and groan from the massage.

“Ah…! That spot… Mm…”

“Yeah, this lump is a sore spot. I bet there’s a lot more; I’ll beat those up too.”

“Go easy on me…”

“This is already my normal massaging strength. You must be so tired, Lucifer,” she said and then pressed him harder with her palms, “I know you’re doing a lot, but I never expected your back to be this stiff! You should really learn to take a break sometimes.”

“Hngh…!” he huffed and tried to suppress it, but he was also enjoying the pain melting away. “Haah…ha…”

“If it’s getting painful, tell me, okay?”

“Just carry on… Ah! I’m not just used to this… Gaah…”

“Please stop being like that…you’re going to give me a heart attack…” She thought again. She felt her cheeks slightly warm and her blank expression was starting to break from seeing glimpses of Lucifer’s sexy yet pained look, also while he’s trying to bury his face on his pillow.

“Lucifer… Really, please tell me if it’s hurting you now…” her tone was starting to crack as well and having a huge urge to laugh at him too. Right now, she’s the only one seeing him in this vulnerable state giving into a good back massage, and she can’t help but feel happy about it too.

“No…continue if you’re still not finished yet… Augh…” he replied weakly, but now his face was completely buried on his pillow. Junko finally chuckled a bit and switched to a gentler pressing since his muscles became tender.

After several kneading and down to his lower back, which made Lucifer yelp a bit from the pain, she asked him to sit up next so she could move on to his arms. She sat next to him, and with her small, feminine hands, Lucifer was surprised that was exerting a decent amount of force in massaging him from the start. The tension in Lucifer’s arms seems to have faded away too when his expression relaxed some more.

“When did you learn how to do this?”

“My mother always asked me for one whenever she needed it. I learned when I was young.”

“I see. This has been very comforting, thank you, Junko. My body feels lighter now.”

“Good. You’re welcome. “She nodded and continued massaging his hands as it she was playing with it.

Strong, big hands…it was definitely different from hers and Asmodeus’, who has a beautiful body and was the first to experience her skill. Lucifer’s hands were often covered in gloves so this is also the first time she sees the red nail polish on his fingernails.

“What’s wrong?”

Junko shook her head, “Nothing. It’s…just that your hands are bigger than mine.”

“Of course it is,” Lucifer chuckled and patted her head.

“Okay, we’re done now. How do you feel? I’m sure you’ll be able to sleep well tonight.”

“Indeed. I’ll return the favor someday and when you need it too. Or do you want me to massage you too right now while you’re still here?”

Her eyes widen and could feel him teasing her. “E-Ehhh…!?”

”Kidding. You’ve finally given me a different expression again. You’re going to end up grumpy like Satan if you keep that stoic face on,” he smirked at her, but he was actually trying to contain his laughter.

“Geez…” she sighed in disappointment. “It’s not a favor, but if you say so… Thanks, I’ll look forward to what you’ll come up with.” Junko replied, with her head down in embarrassment, but she was smiling.

-End-

(Bonus)

#fanfic #fanfiction #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obeymeshallwedate #obeymelucifer #obey me! one master to rule to all!

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shiyo · 3 years

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Disney Princess Challenge #05 - Caught in a Trap

SHIYO IN THE AREA! I was really looking forward to today's update and I hope you enjoy the wild ride! (hint, hint: lots of drama)

We're officially on the second stage of the Disney Princess Challenge. The rules for Cinderella's stage are the following:

• Must have 'Neat' and 'Foodie' traits as an adult

• Must clean the house everyday and cook every meal

• May not marry until mother dies (this does not have to be of old age, but may not be cheated)

• Have a maximum of 3 children

I didn't edit the gender of which parent should pass away because it was Princess Charming who married Mr. Tremaine. The plot makes more sense this way...

Let's cheer together for Grumpy, our Cinderello, the protagonist of this arc! YASSSS I'M SUPER EXCITED. LEEEEEET'S GO

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After Cinderello and Elena moved to his manor, Mr. Tremaine improvised a bedroom in the attic for the boy — and installed a personal bathroom there too! The only missing feature was a light source, because Mr. Tremaine preferred to ignore it on purpose.

Knitting was one of Cinderello’s favorite hobbies and helped to calm down during Hot-Headed mood swings. On times of uncertainty, it was good to do something that reminded him of a happy past!

Mr. Tremaine told Cinderello to do the dishes and clean the house. The boy's mother thought it was ok, because he used to do that when living with Snow White too.

Conclusion: nobody in that house assisted him. Additionally, Elena was too distracted with her career to notice Cinderello wasn’t doing well.

Princess Charming loved her job as an Interstellar Smuggler, and that was the main thing that occupied her mind. Time flew fast for her, and soon she aged up: happy with her new life, with her new family, and with Cinderello’s presence too.

She wasn't aware of the sadistic nature of Mr. Tremaine. Behind her back, the man talked harshly to Cinderello, and even used a voodoo doll to mistreat him in secret.

Cinderello wasn’t even allowed to sit on a proper chair outside the attic! The dining room only had four chairs: three for the OG Tremaines, and one for Princess Charming. ONLY them were allowed to sit there. “If you want to do your homework or eat downstairs, do it on the ground, like the good puppy you are!”

Things would become dark, sooner than later. Cinderello had a weird dream where his mother was lured by Mr. Tremaine into eating a poisonous Pufferfish Nigiri. However, it was just a bad dream... Was it?

In a surprising turn of events, Princess Charming went missing the morning after. Cinderello was legally stuck with his stepfather and stepsiblings, miles away from what remained of his biological family. Where did his mother go? Where was Elena Tremaine?!

Mr. Tremaine knew the answer very damn well. He knew what he did... It was part of his plan all along.

For starters, the only reason he wanted to marry her was because of her job as an Interstellar Smuggler. In his eyes, Princess Charming was an easy prey who'd make him twice as rich, and destroying her previous marriage was merely a child's play.

He didn't worry about Cinderello coming to live with them, because this only meant the Tremaines wouldn't have to hire maids and chefs anymore. A chance to become thrice as rich!

Now that Elena was gone, Mr. Tremaine had nothing to stop him from publicly express his sadistic tendencies towards Cinderello.

Grounding for no reason, giving time outs for nothing, verbally abusing him, throwing drinks on him often and mocking his outfit... Ah, yes. The Wicked Stepfather was having a lot of fun.

At least Drizell and Anastasius weren’t mean like their father! Deep down, Drizell just wanted his family to be happy and successful; and Anastasius just dreamed of living a fairy tale romance...

Unfortunately, the two didn’t have the guts to interfere on Mr. Tremaine’s mean acts against Cinderello. In fact, they were actually encouraged to treat him bad as well! They didn’t want to do those things, of course, but were very happy to be complimented by their father.

Making a long story short: Cinderello would clean, cook and repair everything, every morning and every night; always enduring Mr. Tremaine's cruelty... Day after day, all the same... In a vicious cycle, an endless loop...

Cinderello missed his biological family a lot; but wasn’t allowed to contact them -- or anyone at all. Not even at school, because Drizell and Anastasius were ordered to stop him from doing so!

Bashful even tried to visit his beloved brother and BFF Cinderello once, but Mr. Tremaine was outside and lied saying Cinderello wasn't home.

Roughly two weeks before Cinderello’s birthday, though, a rare event occurred: HE TALKED TO SOMEONE FROM OUTSIDE! It all happened when he went to take out the trash and spotted Adven (Snow White's stepfather) going on a walk nearby. After recognizing the boy with whom he previously befriended at a cafe (see episode #03), Adven approached him to chat for a while.

Cinderello complained about his problems and asked for advice. The two talked briefly, as the actually good (?) Evil King didn't want to put Cinderello in trouble.

Returning home, there was a gourmet incident and Cinderello aLMOST SET THE MANOR ON FIRE! Thankfully, Drizell was there to avoid a tragedy.

Wait, did I say “roughly two weeks”? YES, I SAID! I enabled auto-aging for a bit, despite hating it!

More time passed, and there was only a week left for Cinderello’s 18th birthday. The Wicked Stepfather knew it, and wanted to make sure it would be the worst week of Cinderello’s entire life.

D-6... The boy was ordered to make a grand breakfast before going to school. Not bad, right?

Wrong. Cinderello would only be allowed to attend school after washing an unholy amount of dishes, and lots of cups that suddenly needed to be cleaned. Subsequently, he'd also have to prepare a grand dinner and clean the kitchen’s floor.

Cinderello ended up missing school that day...

D-4... Did you really think the Wicked Stepfather was OK with Drizell saving Cinderello from catching fire? Nope. He wanted his son to prove that Cinderello meant nothing to him, forcing Drizell to steal Cinderello’s private journal.

Later that night, Mr. Tremaine and the boys sat by the fireplace to mock Cinderello’s entries together. Anastasius and Drizell really wanted to complain about that horrible action, but weren’t able to because their actions were cancelled by me.

Cinderello was hella angry when he found out his privacy got invaded like that, and shouted out loud against the trio. The Wicked Stepfather could only laugh in return.

D-2... This time, Tremaine wanted to humiliate Cinderello in a whole new level. For a day, the doors to the attic and to all bathrooms in the house were locked. Only he and his two sons had copies of the keys.

Eventually, Cinderello got to the point he really had to... um, pee...

But HOW?! Doing his best to hold it, Cinderello went through a desperate search for a toilet -- but wasn’t able to find one in time.

The bladder failure came, and Cinderello felt extremely humiliated.

Welp, if he knew how many times his father Snow White did that, perhaps he’d feel better... Wait, how many times did it happen with Snow White again? *checks the log* 44? I thought it was more... Eh, anyway...

A little embarrassed with their father’s cringy plan, Drizell and Anastasius discreetly apologized for Cinderello’s BLADDER FAILURE and gave him the key to the attic.

The boy rushed there, went to the balcony and started crying.

Then he went to take a bath... And fell asleep.

D-0. The great day :Cinderello’s 18th birthday! To celebrate (alone), the boy started baking a cake for himself. Sadly, he got interrupted as Mr. Tremaine ordered him to clean the first floor’s bathroom.

But when he tried to get out and add candles to the cake... News flash: he got locked inside!

As a final act of psychological torture (for now), the Wicked Stepfather locked Cinderello in the toilet until the next day. And to complete this act of nastiness, he also threw away the cake!

Not only Cinderello felt hungry and distraught for going through such a horrible prank, he also felt like his birthday was entirely forgotten. yes, auto-aging’s job here is done, now time to disable it again

Daybreak, he was freed (now with the Foodie trait!). Cinderello ran outside and started crying. He has gone through so much horrible things lately! When would he be allowed to reunite with his family? With his real father?!

But then, someone appeared out of nowhere and asked why he was crying. Startled, Cinderello asked the stranger to identify herself. She claimed to be Adven's daughter and Snow White's sister... In short, Cinderello’s aunt: Leslie, the Fairy Godmother.

Why is she there? Will Cinderello escape from the grasp of the Wicked Stepfather, and perhaps meet true love? Find out in the next episode!

— x —

Disclaimers:

No cheats were used.

MCCC was used to summon the Fairy Grandmother.

I do not condone any of Mr. Tremaine's actions IRL. Please keep in mind the story is currently at Cinderella's stage, and The Sims 4 is just a game.

— x —

Trivia:

• On Snow White's household Doc, Sneezy (who had the highest relationship with Elena among the dwarfs!!!), Sleepy and Dopey were unaffected by Princess Charming's... um, strange disappearance. In other hand, Bashful, Happy and — of course — Snow White were very sad.

• Drizell was the first to befriend Sleepy at school, but she became closer to Anastasius. I intend to explore more of their friendship later. Just an example of full autonomy working wonders to enhance the drama!

• Marcus Tremaine received a flirty text message from the deceased Princess Charming once. Yes. Seriously.

• Leslie’s design was loosely intended to be a mix of the original Fairy Godmother and the live-action’s Fairy Godmother. I tried...

#ts4 disney princess challenge

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