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[thelaoslegacy]

Monday comes quicker than expected, and Harper finds herself in the art classroom, reviewing her project plans. The teacher has assigned her a new project, and she’s using the time between classes to work on it.

Truth be told, Harper is hiding. With Queenie’s newfound popularity, she’s suddenly the center of attention. While Queenie seems to revel in the spotlight, Harper finds it overwhelming. She just wants to concentrate on her studies without the constant interruptions.

But someone has other plans.

“Are you hiding, Red?” Alden’s voice carries a teasing edge with that signature smirk Harper’s come to expect.

She lets out an exaggerated sigh, her eyes narrowing as she glances over at him. “Not very well, apparently,” she mutters.

“You know, if you really wanted to go unnoticed, maybe try not looking so suspicious. You’re practically begging to be found.”

“I’m not hiding. I’m… working. There’s a difference.” She gestures toward the papers and sketches spread across the table, trying to look busy.

“Sure, you are. Is that what we’re calling avoiding Queenie these days?”

Harper glances up. “How do you—”

“C’mon, it’s written all over your face. Queenie’s newfound popularity thing got you running for cover, huh?”

“Everyone wants to talk to me now, thanks to Queenie. It’s like I can’t get five minutes to myself to focus on anything.”

“I get it. You’re too busy being the ‘responsible one,’ right? Always the good student, always the planner.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re always in your head. Maybe you should let loose a little. High school isn’t just about surviving, you know.”

“I’m not just trying to survive. I’m trying to make it out of here with decent grades, maybe even get into a good college”.

Alden chuckles, clearly amused by her intensity. “Right, because the only way to succeed is to never take a break, never have fun.”

Harper folds her arms, glaring at him. “Is there a point to this, or are you just here to annoy me?”

Alden leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. “Maybe I’m here to remind you that life’s more than just work. And maybe you could use a little distraction.”

“And I guess you’re the distraction?”

“Could be.”

She rolls her eyes, trying to focus on her project. “The answer is no, Alden.”

“You say that now, but let’s be real, Red. Sooner or later, you’re going to crack.”

Harper glances at him. “Fine. You want a yes so bad? You’ve got it. One date. That’s it. No more nagging.”

He blinks in surprise, clearly not expecting her to give in. But his shock quickly fades, replaced with a triumphant grin. “I knew you’d come around. How’s Friday night?”

She sighs, already regretting her decision. “Yeah, yeah. Friday. Now leave me alone so I can get back to work.”

Alden chuckles. “See you then, Red. You won’t regret it.”

“We’ll see about that.”

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With each passing day, Harper masters new skills, leaving her parents in awe. They delight in watching her explore, marveling at her curiosity and boundless energy.

She soon begins experimenting with purees of every flavor. Harper seems to enjoy almost everything, though Johnny sometimes struggles to coax her into eating.

Astrid, on the other hand, has an easier time. Harper eagerly opens her mouth for each spoonful, fuss-free when it’s her mother feeding her.

And then there are the days when all three of them gather around the table, sharing laughter and stories. In those moments, they feel like one big, happy family, wrapped in love and warmth.

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This Tumblr serves as an archive for my story, which I primarily post on Bluesky.

Content Warnings: Mostly a drama-romance story, but only suitable for 18+ due to mature themes and sexual content.

Generation one: Astrid Laos

Astrid arrives in Oasis Springs with nothing but a duffel bag, determination, and a dream: to become the city’s top bodybuilder. Focused and fiercely independent, love and distractions are the last things on her mind. But when a simple ring of the doorbell introduces her to someone who sees past her muscles and into her heart, everything changes. What begins as a quest for strength turns into a journey of unexpected connections, personal growth, and discovering that sometimes the greatest transformations happen outside the gym.

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Generation two: Harper Laos-Landgraab

Harper’s teenage years are marked by chaos, heartbreak, and a single devastating loss that shatters the life she thought she’d grow into. Desperate to silence the echoes of what happened, she flees to Ravenwood; a town she hopes will be far enough to forget. But distance has a way of bending back toward the truth, and the farther Harper runs, the closer she comes to the secrets waiting for her in the shadows she left behind.

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Johnny is the first to climb out of the pool, water dripping from his hair as he heads for the grill. The smell of sizzling food soon fills the warm air.

“Guess I’ll feed you since you can’t pay for it,” he calls over his shoulder.

“Asshole,” Astrid fires back, grinning despite herself.

He chuckles, and there’s a softness in the sound, the kind of affection that slips through when he teases her.

When they sit down, Astrid eyes the plate in front of her. “Hate to break it to you, but it looks like you might’ve burned it a bit.”

“Quit your whining and chow down,” Johnny says with a smirk.

She takes a bite, then another, and his expression shifts to something almost cautious. “Is it good?” he asks.

“It’s surprisingly delicious,” she says with a grin. “But you know what they say, when you don’t foot the bill, everything tastes like gourmet.”

“Come on,” he groans, rolling his eyes, though he’s clearly amused.

There’s a beat of comfortable silence before Johnny says, almost too casually, “I was thinking… maybe tomorrow we could go out.”

Astrid tilts her head. “On a date?” There’s curiosity in her voice, maybe even a spark of something else.

“Or not a date,” he says quickly, as if the words might save him.

She smirks. “Tomorrow is Love Day, Johnny.”

“I know,” he admits, a sheepish smile creeping onto his face.

“So it’s a date,” she decides, her tone playfully certain.

“It can be whatever you want, Astrid,” he says, leaning back with a grin. “Just say yes, please.”

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Johnny can’t keep still. His foot taps against the floor, his gaze darting to the door every few seconds. For all his attempts at looking relaxed, it’s obvious this outing means something to him. He’s into Astrid, way more than he’d ever admit out loud.

When Astrid finally steps into Rattlesnake Juice, his jaw nearly drops. She, however, pauses just inside the doorway, a wry smile tugging at her lips as she realizes she’s wildly overdressed for the place.

They did say it was a date… didn’t they? She mentally adds kill Johnny to her to-do list.

“I’m gonna kill you, Johnny,” she mutters through clenched teeth as she slides into the seat beside him, forcing a bright, fake smile.

“What?” he asks, genuinely confused.

“Don’t what me. You told me this was a date. I am overdressed. Everyone here looks so… normal.”

Johnny grins. “Don’t be silly. You’re not overdressed at all. You look absolutely stunning.”

“I know, right?” she replies, without missing a beat.

“Humble much?” he teases, the playful glint in his eyes betraying how much he’s enjoying this.

He leans closer, lowering his voice so it’s just for her. “What do you say we spice things up with a game of darts? Winner takes all and gets to call the shots.”

She arches a brow. “Are you suggesting this because you think you’re going to win?”

“I know I’m going to win,” he fires back, confidence radiating from his smirk.

“Whatever we decide?” she presses, just to be sure.

“Whatever,” he confirms, already picturing his victory.

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Meet Astrid Laos, the girl who never asked to start a legacy, she just wanted to have fun. But somehow, between the parties she sneaks into, the stuff she accidentally pockets, and the hours spent gaming in her pajamas, she became the beginning of it all.

Living next to Johnny Zest means two things: constant hangouts and nonstop laughter at his ridiculous jokes. At first? Total mismatch. Astrid thought he was immature. Johnny thought she was… well, kind of a weirdo. But somehow, somewhere between awkward small talk and shared snacks, they’ve become the ultimate unlikely duo.

Mail day doesn’t always bring good vibes, and as Astrid strolls over to her mailbox, a gnawing sense of unease creeps into her gut. With no letters expected and her recent spending habits leaving her wallet feeling light, she’s not exactly brimming with optimism.

“Come on, let it be something good,” she whispers under her breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she picks up the envelope.

“2500 simoleons?!” She exclaims, her voice echoing with disbelief. “How am I even gonna pay this?”

A wave of panic crashes over her as the harsh weight of reality sinks in.

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Winter settles strangely over Oasis Springs, snowflakes drifting down to blanket the desert town in white.

It’s the first snowfall in years, and Johnny can’t resist taking Harper out to see it. He straps her snug against his back and heads to a cozy Bubble Tea shop, its wide windows offering the perfect view of the rare storm.

The warmth of the shop welcomes them, sweet aromas in the air. Johnny scans for an empty table and freezes.

Sitting by the window, glaring at him as though the snow outside isn’t cold enough, is the last person he expects.

“Shit,” Johnny mutters under his breath.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my deserted brother,” Malcom sneers.

“Malcom,” Johnny replies carefully, steadying his voice.

“I’m surprised you even remember my name.”

Johnny exhales, his shoulders sagging. “Of course I do. Look, Mal... I know I didn’t handle things well. But you can’t blame me for not wanting anything to do with that family.”

Malcom’s jaw tightens. “That family includes me too.”

“I know,” Johnny admits quietly.

“Then why didn’t you come when Dad died?”

Johnny’s throat tightens. “Because I despised him. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, Mal. Let’s sit, and I’ll explain.”

Malcom’s eyes flick to the little girl clinging to Johnny’s back. “Start with explaining who that kid is.”

Johnny shifts Harper carefully, pride flashing through the tension. “This is Harper. My daughter.”

“Your daughter?” Malcom’s eyes widen.

“Yeah. There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Johnny winces but nods. “I get it. You’re angry, and you have every right to be. But you can’t blame me for disappearing. Mom and Dad made sure of that. They didn’t want me tied to the Landgraab name anymore… And that meant cutting me off from you.”

“But officially, you’re still a Landgraab. And you’re still my brother. You can’t blame me for demanding answers. They never mentioned you. It's like you didn’t exist anymore.”

“They’re good at erasing people they don’t like,” Johnny says bitterly.

“Yeah…” Malcom’s expression softens.

“I’m sorry I didn’t go to the funeral,” Johnny adds.

“You didn’t miss anything. Mom staged the whole thing like it was a movie.” Malcom shrugs. “Anyway… Can I hold Harper?”

Johnny blinks. “You want to hold her?”

“I like kids,” Malcom says with a shrug.

“Alright, but careful. Support her head like—”

“I know how to hold babies, Johnny. I’ve got practice.” He smirks faintly. “I have one little sister at home.”

Johnny stares. “What?”

“Yeah. Congratulations! You’ve got a sister."

"When did that happen?"

"Queenie was born right after Dad died. Total chaos, though I never saw Mom cry once.”

Johnny is speechless. A sister. A baby sister he never knew existed.

Malcom looks at him, his voice quieter now. “Promise me you’ll keep in touch?”

Johnny rises, pulling him into a firm embrace. “I promise.”

“Please, Johnny. Don’t disappear again.”

“I won’t,” Johnny says, sincerity burning in his gaze. For the first time in years, he means it.

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A new day dawns in Oasis Springs. Two people find themselves awake through the night, but the lack of sleep is a small price to pay for the unforgettable fun they had.

The two are silent, still processing the events of the night before. Astrid, in particular, feels a mixture of emotions swirling within her, her chest tight with the weight of everything she’s feeling.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, a soft smile gracing her lips.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about what you told me the other day,” Johnny starts, pausing for Astrid’s attention. “About how you’re having trouble finding the money to pay the bills.”

“Any suggestions?”

“You know,” Johnny begins, tilting his head as though the idea has only just struck him, “you could always rent out that spare room of yours.”

Astrid’s eyes light up. “That’s actually… not a bad idea at all! Why on earth didn’t I think of that?”

A sly smile curves his lips. “You could rent it to me.”

She bursts into laughter, shaking her head. “You already have a house,” she reminds him, her tone warm but laced with amusement. “And last I checked, you’re not exactly homeless.”

“I know,” Johnny says, his voice dropping into something quieter, more deliberate. “But… I’ll be honest with you, Astrid.” His gaze lingers on her, as if weighing whether to go on. “I really like you. A lot. And maybe it’s too soon to say this, but if I moved in, helped you with the bills, it could make things easier for both of us. I could rent out my place, bring in some extra income...”

Astrid sits up as she tries to process what Johnny just said. Her pulse is still unsteady, but now it’s not from what they were doing a moment ago.

“You’re insane,” she breathes at last, shaking her head like that might help her make sense of it.

“I know,” Johnny says, a slow, almost boyish smile tugging at his lips.

“It would be insane,” she insists, though the conviction in her voice falters, her mind already drifting to the image he’s planting there.

“I know,” he repeats, softer this time, his eyes holding hers in a way that makes it impossible to doubt—crazy or not, he means it.