Oc: Sweetjane - Tumblr Posts
At a Glance
Sweetjane is Bleu's main oc for the Fallout Universe. She was created with a friend that I have sadly lost. She is not my sole survivor and was never intended to be.
Bio
Timeline
She is open for ships (romantic or platonic) with other OCs in either a 3 (Post ending), New Vegas (Post ending), or 4. She is not open to romantic ships with a Brotherhood or Institute aligned OC but is open to platonic.
All fics will be posted in full to pillowfort and linked here and can only be accessed by my mutuals there. Fics in asks will be posted here as well as Holotapes to Jame. Dm me for pillowfort and main.
OC SPEECH MANNERISMS
Merci Vielmols, @kyngsnake!
Open Tag since I don't know who has been tagged.
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Sweetjane
NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3 (Louisiana French, Romanes, English)
TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep
ACCENT: Yes (Sweetjane has a heavy Cajun accent with a slight mix of appalachian in there too) / No
DEMEANOR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other ( She is generally very theatrical in demeanor due to being raised in a traveling medicine show. here are times when she has a slight teasing demeanor as well)
POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed
HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing /arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance
COMPLEXITY
VOCABULARY: ⬤⬤⬤〇〇 EMOTION: ⬤⬤⬤⬤〇 SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⬤⬤⬤⬤〇
PROFANITY
Sweetjane swears constantly, just never in English. It's either in French or more likely Romanes.
FREQUENCY: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⬤⬤⬤⬤〇 BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass (Mutrel). asshole (Couyon). bastard (hurobanko). bitch (Chienne, putain, putain de bordel, lubni). bloody. bugger (Burelo). bollocks. chicken shit. crap (Khul/Merde). cunt (Xeb). dick (Karo). frick. fuck (Burel). horseshit (grazni khul). motherfucker (Burelo Daj). piss (mutrel). prick. screw. shit (Khul and rarely Merde). shitass (Mutrel Khul). son of a bitch (Fils de pute). twat. wanker. pussy (Mutrel).
IMPORTANT QUESTIONS
DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently (Sweetjane tends to use all three languages interchangeably, even in the same sentence.) / rarely / never
DOES YOUR CHARACTER'S INTENDED POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always (That being said she did grow up in a traveling medicine show and it shows)/ frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.
WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never.
WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.
WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE 'WHOM' IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no
YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps.
HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that's everything / say that's everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they're done here / remain quiet / they don't.
WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower.
IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn't.
Voice Claim is hard to pin down but closest accent I've heard so far is Gilbert Dautrive from King of the Hill:
Sweetjane Ledet
Name: Sweetjane Donna Ledet (Her married name is Stepford)
Gender/Pronouns: cis woman, she/her
Age: 28 at the start of the game
Birthday: February 3rd 2259
Orientation: DemiBiPoly
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. Stats: S4 P6 E2 C7 I5 A7 L8
Occupation: Traveling Entertainer/Fortune-teller (her fortunes are bullshit unless she knows you), Gypsy King of the Wasteland < Title she gives herself later on
Pets: Dzukel (Dogmeat), Remy (Molerat), Borous (Nightstriker - not a nigthstalker they are different splices)
Love Interest: She has none in-game. @bokatan's Reid and Mercy, @voidthewanderer's Ripper (whom she is now married to), @newvegascowboy's Cecelia Butcher and Killian D'Angelo, and @kyngsnake's Avery.
Shippable?: YES!!! DO IT DO IT DO IT! I am okay with both romantic and platonic shipping.
Factions: None. Though she will work with the Railroad and the Minutemen she despises the Insitute and Brotherhood.
Theme Song(s): Lightning Crashes by Live, King by Florence + The Machine
Favorite Food: Sarma and sweets of any kind but especially pierogo.
Favorite Drink: Nuka-Cherry
Favorite Flower: Tulips
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Sun: Aquarius
Moon: Gemini
Rising: Scorpio
Patron Arcana: Death (major)
Backstory:
(Mentions of Stillbirth, Enslavement, Cults, and Sexual Exploitation ahead)
She grew up in a traveling show run by a baro of Wasteland Rromani. After accidentally falling pregnant at 17, she marries Joel Stepford a mortician from a long line of morticians. After the baby is stillborn due to complications, Joel falls into a heavy depression and begins to drink constantly leading to a very large debt. When the bar owners arrived to force him to pay his debt, Sweetjane offers herself as an indentured slave. She works as such for six months until her contract is sold to the Brooks family, to be a domestic slave and carer for the matriarch who was suffering from Alzheimer's dementia. She was branded with a B on her left shoulder as was custom in Louisiana but was not given the collar.
While as a slave under the Brooks, she was attacked by one of the sons who was under the influence of Psycho causing her very distinct facial scars, including nearly severing her nose (leading to a loss of her sense of smell). After three years under the Brooks, the Matriach dies and she was sold again, this time to a cult run by the Baron. The Baron runs both New Orleans and a cult based around << Voodoo >> . Not actual Voudoun religion, but what tvtropes terms << Hollywood >>. The Baron is a pre-war ghoul who has styled himself after Baron Samedi. This is when she was equipped with the bomb collar in case something goes wrong or she tries to escape.
They succeeded and Sweetjane passed away. The Actual Bawan Samdi took pity on her, resurrecting her and making her basically immortal with certain conditions attached, seemingly out of boredom. As well as her seeming immortality, he has gifted Sweetjane with the ability to see spirits that wish her harm as well as the general ability to communicate with certain spirits. The closest thing to compare it too is that she is now his avatar/assistant. However, she doesn't work for free. In exchange for the Iwa's protection, she must never partake of alcohol, particularly rum, and cigars (cigarettes and chems are fine) and once a month to keep her soul here in the land of the living partake in the consumption of human flesh that she herself has obtained.
That night Sweetjane locks the cultists inside the church and burns it to the ground, but not before grabbing the boy who she was meant to kill and eat as a sacrifice. This boy is now her son Jame. Jame is non-verbal due to trauma, he communicates using a speak and spell toy or sign language.
They escape to Lincoln Memorial, where Jame's bomb collar was removed and they found out that due to manufacturing error Sweetjane's bomb collar cannot be removed safely. From Lincoln Memorial the pair trekked to Chicago and settled in a supply farm for the Midwest chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel. However this chapter was extremely corrupt and she endured sexual exploitation. This gives Sweetjane a lifelong distrust and vendetta of the Brotherhood as a whole. When they asked for her to bring her son next time, she left for Diremall.
She lives in Diremall for about 6 months and tiring of wearing the literal millstone around her neck, she heads to the Commonwealth.
Here we go again! decided to restart HtJ for the new blog.
(Also tried yet again to make her look like her face claim which is Stevie Nicks for now)
Decided to make Sweetjane Afroromani. It doesn't actually change a lot about her, just fits her backstory and the region she is from better. She still has the same personality and is still a woman with albinism, just made small tweaks to her appearance.
5 Songs, 3 Outfits
Wasn't tagged but was remind of this by @spaceratprodigy, and wanted to do it again!
Rules: Post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear
tagging: @kyngsnake, @bokatan, @leavingautumn13, @newvegascowboy
@notanandalitebandit, @typosandtea and @ whoever wants to do this.
Sweetjane
Songs
Outfits
What a Woman Can Do to Your Soul
Sweetjane seeks out Cecelia after a nightmare.
featuring @newvegascowboy's Cecelia Butcher.
Rating: G
Word Count: 496
Title comes from and fic was inspired by:
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Sweetjane awoke in a sweat still terrified from the aftermath of her old nightmare. She tries to catch her breath as she throughs off the covers. She hasn't had that one in a long time, almost since she had left Chicago. She is starting to suspect that her current companion has something to do with it. Almost like when she is around Cecelia, her mind is at peace.
As she starts to come to her senses, she notices that Cecelia is nowhere in the bus. Any other night, the thought wouldn't have crossed her mind. But something happened in her dream that she could only feel the aftereffects of now, though she knew the nightmare by heart that recollection came easy. Whatever it was had left her feeling unusually vulnerable and wanting companionship.
Sweetjane reaches for a nearby coat as she gets out of the bed, the desert nights were too cold to just leave the bus naked. She wasn't too far away, standing a little while away and staring out into the blue desolation. Sweetjane admires the wind blowing through Cecelia's hair and how it accentuates the silhouette of her against the early morning light.
A few silent pads of her feet and she's behind Cecelia, sliding pale arms around her. All memory of the nightmare fades until Sweetjane just feels a whisper of having had any dreams at all. Cecelia makes no noise, just sliding her own hands over the translucent ones on her waist.
"Good mornin', cher," Sweetjane broke the silence with a voice above a whisper, moving some of the brown curls to kiss the golden eyed woman's temple. "Watcha doin' outsida de bus?"
"Needed some air cause I woke up remembering somethin."
"So, ya'd had a bad dream too? Wanna talk 'bout it?" She slides her arms out from around Cecelia's waist, the silk of her blouse cool in the night air. Cecelia turns around and grasps Sweetjane's wrists to stop her from going back into the bus. Sweetjane turns to look at her companion. She was wearing the same serious expression she always had, but there was something different this time, some deep thought she wanted to express but didn't know how.
"I've been thinkin..."
"Ya do that all the time." Sweetjane laughs. Cecelia returns the laugh, but it was more nervous.
"I'm thinkin... You should know I love you." The statement come out so soft Sweetjane could barely hear it. She stops laughing and takes one of the tanned rough hands in hers, bringing it slowly to her lips.
"I know. Ya'd never come dis far inta Arizona wid me if I didn't. Dat's de mem'ry, isn't it? Yer not particulaly comfortable beein' hya at all. Not gonna pry but..." She flips her hand over, placing kisses over the caloused scarred palm, a hand that showed it was meant to heal people. "Dat's how I know ya love me. Not gonna let anyone hurt ya agin, Cece. Never Agin."
In a Market
Sweetjane and Avery relieve some desperation while out on a shopping date.
Featuring @kyngsnake's Avery
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1588
Warnings: Oral sex, Semi-public Sex
Pauve ti bete. - Lousiana/Acadian Frnch for " You Poor Thing."
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Sweetjane hasn't let go of the warmth of Avery's hand since they had stepped into the crowded market. The weather was the bright, washed out yellow clarity of the desert in midsummer, further gilding his tanned skin. He's so beautiful it was impossible for her not to look at him, along with his infectious energy and dimpled smile.
She noticed that today he had seemed restless. He's guiding her from stall to storefront to trader and fiddles with the hem of her blouse as they go along as he slides an arm around her waist. Every so often he will place a series of open-mouthed kisses on her pale exposed shoulders and neck.
Holding an elaborate turquoise and silver necklace up to her throat. he makes sure to gently brush his claws along her clavicle as he pretends to adjust the pendant. "It's so gorgeous on you!", he smirks. As he adjusts the clasp behind her neck, he takes the opportunity to whisper in her ear, his words making her turn crimson. "But right now I kinda prefer you without any jewelry... or anything at all." She responds by kissing him through her own grin as he places playful nips against her lips. She quirks a brow questioningly. The only answer he gives is gentle love bites where the necklace was indicating just what he wanted.
"Is dat so? What're ya gonna do bout it?" she says casually just loud enough for him to hear. "What's goin through yer mind right now?"
Now it was Avery's turn to blush even though he tried to hide it. "It's just... seein' how everyone is lookin' at you... It's almost like they wish they were me. They want to be the one touchin' ya and holdin' you close. I don't know but it's doing somethin' to me. Makes me almost wish we were alone somewhere." By the time he finished, he couldn't look her in the eye.
Sweetjane feels her stomach tighten a bit at the implication. In that moment she couldn't help but tease him a bit. She pulls him into an unmanned clothing stall that was a bit away from the crowd and closer to her, close enough to whisper in his ear. "Ya like that people are lookin' at me, don't ya? Knowin only ya kin have me all ta yerself." His eyes almost glowed orange as they widened and his lips part. "Pauve ti bete." She clicks her tongue. "I don know what I could do ta make ya feel less distracted. Dat's it, isn't it? Honestly I wonda if I touched ya right now, how wet would I find ya?"
Sweetjane walks him back into the stall behind some of the old clothes to hide that she's sliding her soft hand down his pants. Gripping his ass firmly in her palms while making sure that they will be alone from the view of the crowd for hopefully the next few minutes.
Avery sucks in a breath and pulls her flush against him. Always the competitive type and not one to be outdone he smirks, "Wanna find out?"
Leaving the stall, it doesn't take too long until they find a nearby alleyway, Mostly obscured with some vegetation and old-world rubble. Sweetjane presses him against some of the nearby rubble with his back towards the bustling crowd of the market. They start to kiss, tongues twisting against each other. She slips one of her hands under his shirt and over his belly. With the other she starts to undo the buttons of his trousers. She moans into his mouth as soon as her fingers find their quarry.
"I knew it," she grins into the kiss. Her fingers slip easily over his wet lips. He buries his moan into the join of her neck as she brushes his swollen clit.
"You sure you wanna do it here?" he questions with a whine as his hips keep thrusting against her palm.
"O'course. Can't have ya actin' like dat, cher," Sweetjane breathes into his ear. "T'would be wrong ta keep ya waitin'." He lets out a desperate whine as she removes her hand before gasping wide-eyed as she drops to her knees, arranging her skirt to make the ground a little more comfortable.
"What're you doing?" he hisses as she just kisses one of his hipbones while tugging his pants downward. "Anyone could wander in here and see us!"
"I thought dat was what ya wanted? Fer people ta see that I'm with ya specifically." He desperately bites back a groan as her nose nuzzles the soft patch of hair on his mound, some already slick and sticky with his need. She could feel the heat of it as she places a soft kiss on the soft hidden lips. He seems to have forgotten his objections as she can feel the slight pricks of his claws on the back of her head. She doesn't have to look up to know his eyes are shut. She cranes her jaw as she licks a line through the length of him. His cunt was so slick and swollen that it left her chin and cheeks as sticky as if she had bitten into a ripe, juicy fruit. He trembles above her causing her to moan against him. "Ya taste so good. Like some sort of hot salted sweet." Her tongue finds his clit hidden amongst his folds making him shudder harder.
His claws are grasping the back of her neck now, an absolutely delicious feeling for her. He covers his mouth to muffle the sighs and whimpers he can't hold in any longer as he thrusts against her face impatiently. The fact that they are in an alley in a busy marketplace has been forgotten, the noise nearby only drowning out the wet slippery sounds of her mouth on his cunt. She gently pushes his legs slightly wider so she can wedge her face between his hot thick thighs and allow her access to probe his hole with her tongue. He lets out a cry and his muscle clench around her thrusting tongue. "Por favor," he whispers. She knows what he's begging for by now.
She brings her fingers to faintly circle his entrance. "Ah, I see. Is dis what yer needin?" He pulls her head back so she could see his answering nod before pressing himself closer to her face. She pushes against his restraint, barely placing a fingertip inside him. "Ya didn't say how many. Can't do anythin if I don't know whatcha want."
"Three," is all he could get out. Her pale face smiles up at him as she slips two fingers slowly into him before pulling them out and wiping his wetness over his belly before sliding three fingers inside him. The sound he made would have been cause for alarm if they were in the middle of the marketplace instead of an out of the way alley. His pussy clenched rhythmically around the long thin fingers as they pumped in and out. She brings the thumb of her opposite hand to rub tiny soft circles around his hard clit as she licks and kisses the space under his belly button, every now and then flicking her eyes up to watch his face as he takes her fingers over and over.
"I love seein ya like dis," she purrs against the tanned skin. "I kin see de way my fingas stretch yer hole, yer lips suckin so greedily 'round dem. Ya've got such a pretty pussy." She moves her lips back to the tip of his cunt. She swirls her tongue around the swollen straining bud and gave slight suck, her mouth releasing it with a soft pop. "Yer positively drippin down my arm... the best sweetest fruit."
It only takes a few more minutes before his moans and breathing changes under the work of her lips and tongue and fingers. They're turning deeper and more desperate. He's so close her fingere are starting to fight the muscles of his tight cunt to push them in again and again.
"Are ya gonna come, cher? Are ya so close ya kin taste it yerself?" she purrs sweetly. He buries his claws in her hair tighter as he nods, looking down at her. He looked angelic, his flushed face and chest gleaming golden above her. She works him even harder with her tongue and gently crooks her fingers inside him in just the right way to—
"OH fuck," he breathes haggardly as his orgasm starts. She continues to pump her fingers into him, feeling his cunt spasm around them, his wetness pouring out in small gushes down her lips and arm. She continues to greedily lap at him, drinking every drop of his delicious juice. She can barely feel some droplets of blood as he grips the back of her neck to keep her face buried between his thighs as he rides out his climax. She can feel his legs shake and hear his heavy breathing as he starts to come back to earth.
Sweetjane give one last soft kiss to his oversensitive lips before gently puling out her fingers and licking them clean. His eyes are heavily lidded, his chest heaving with power of his pants above her. She slowly rises and gently asks him to look at her before kissing him sweetly. Avery tastes himself on her lips as she pulls.
She asks with a smile, "So ya wanna continue shoppin or do ya want what we have at home?"
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I think Sweetjane's tastes like a combination of honey and maybe vanilla?
🤔 I can see that! Thank you!
October 23rd, 2287
If you should find these Holotapes, then I have somehow passed on. Please deliver them back to Jame Ledet, Diremall, Chicago Wastes or dump them or record over them. I'm dead and will haunt you if you do the latter so I think your best bet is to deliver them to my son if you want any peace.
Jame, I made it pretty far into the Commonwealth before my last fusion core ran out. The navigator indicates that the nearest cities are Lexington and Concord. I think I'll try Concord first. I add the coordinates to my Pip-boy's map before arming the turrets and locking the bus. I take the keys with the tracker in case I find a better place to park it. How ironic that the bus dies near a cemetery.
The rain doesn't last very long and it's soon sunny for the rest of the trek. I pass a train station that is infested with mulle. But as I near Concord I hear a lot of gunfire. I would prefer not to be a part of whatever's going on there so decide to cross the woods trying to find a place to rest for the time being.
I walk until I could see a row of relatively intact houses. I hear voices nearby and not wanting to invite trouble I just swim the short distance across. Walking a short distance around until I found a tree that had fallen on one of the roofs. From there the cul-de-sac looked empty except for a mister handy still doing it's gardening. Might be something to salvage and trade but nothing of enough substance for my needs.
I decided to travel a bit of a ways further into the woods, mostly to forage as I had only packed enough food to for the trek. WHile in the woods I came across what I thought was a construction site. Thinking that there would be an abundance of copper and things like spark plugs in the equipment I decided to check it out.
It wasn't a construction site but the entry to a vault! "Well," I thought. "Maybe it'll be one of those vaults that sometimes let wastelanders in. If anything I can see if they'll let me trade for a few basic supplies and a place to sleep." I know the fusion cores I need will be in there but I don't want to risk stealing those again. It's dangerous enough that I stole the ones from the Brotherhood supply farm before I left for the Commonwealth.
First clue that something strange was going on is that there was no call box but a button. And the button opened the vault.
And then the vault just opens?
Second thing is that there are skeletons and radroaches in the vault!
Turning a bit, I found boxes where they kept the vault suits. I pick one out and look at the back. This was vault 111 according to the suits. I take 3; the brand new one still in its packaging, a "utility" suit that seemed for use for the more mechanical jobs, and a Vault-tec backpack. I put on the utility suit, thinking that it might have better protection against the sun when I leave here.
It seems like this was one of the experiment vaults. The experiment seemed to be freezing people? I think. Anyway one of the pods was opened and I decided to look at the logs. It says that most of them failed and the people inside were dead except for pod 6 and pod 7. There was a man and infant in pod 6. Pod 7 was the open pod. I go to look in pod 6 and the man was in there dead like everyone else and there was no baby. Then I felt it. The goddamn ghost feeling. He died here more recently than the others. What the fuck???
I press on anyways. Vaults even abandoned ones have a lot of valuable things in them that I could use to trade for some caps. So I decided to travel further. The terminal in the security office shed a little more light on what happened to cause the skeletons. Apparrently there was some sort of mutiny. I don't know about you but I think there may have been two experiments going on in this one.
Went into the galley and after killing the radroach there, found that there was not much left behind in the form of food. Which was to be expected if what I read was true.
Continuing into the atrium and there I found her. Pod 7. She didn't have her baby with her, but she did have a holotape? She was also the only one in the whole place whose spirit was still here. Not good. I listened to her holotape and the baby was taken? Okay.
Her spirit will not allow me rest until I find out what happened to her baby and why they took him. I told her I understood and will carry out her wish on behalf of the Bawon. I do not wish to have her spirit turn Mulli against me. After I just went back into the galley and slept in the sleeping quarters. Until next time Jame.
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I started a new playthrough for this version! I'm excited to do Holotapes to Jame again for the new blog! I've added some parts of her lore and culture into this version.
Mulle/Mulli: in Romanes (Romani Chib/Language) a mulle is what we call our dead. Dead people have the ability to attach themselves to the living that have not carried out their wishes or were given proper rites. They are very malicious ghosts and you do not want them around. Mulle are also wasteland romani slang for feral ghouls.
The Bawon: In Voudou, Bawon Samdi is the master of Death and he guides souls into the afterworld. He is a cunning trickster and has ressurected Sweetjane on a whim of his. She is now his apprentice/assistant, however she is reluctant to take on this role due to her beliefs as a romni.
In proper Disney princessTM fashion, Sweetjane now has a noble steed...
A deathclaw named Shreddy. I'm thinking of changing his name in story though.
Hope you and your loved ones are doing ok! Bonne chance avec les poulets et abeilles. Does Sweetjane raise animals, or keep pets?
Merci vielmols !
She has acquired some animals that she considers pets in the commonwealth. They are
Remy - Chaos spirit in the form of a Molerat. Sort of like Gunther from Adventure Time.
Djukel- Dogmeat or just Dog in Romanes
Borous - A Nightstriker experimental species turned invasive. She found him in a lab where some dinlo was trying to recreate Dr. Borous' nightstalkers in the Commonwealth. Successfully made two a male (Borous) and a female who killed the scientist and escaped. Instead of coyotes he was made by splicing wolves with rattlesnakes.
Sparky - the wounded mongrel dog from the random encounters
Sirni - a wounded squirrel
Shreddy - Her deathclaw mount. He is mostly tame.
Canonical Scar reference map for Sweetjane.
In the Shipping AUs with @newvegascowboy, she has a human bite scar on her right shoulder from Killian. She also has a third set of snakebites with a slash through them above the left ankle in the AU with Cecelia.
She does not have the sterilization scar ing the AU with @voidthewanderer's Ripper. It would make no sense for her to be sterile in that AU as she becomes pregnant again in that one.
