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Noble

/ˈnəʊbl/ adjective.

having or showing fine personal qualities or high moral principles.

Emily and Aaron, along with the rest of the BAU, help look for a missing little girl who has the same name as their daughter.

-x-

Hi friends,

This started as an idea I had yesterday and, as always, spiralled wildly out of control. It's less a bit less of a case fic than I initially intended, but it is angsty, full of feelings and hurt/comfort as well as a good dose of domestic Hotchniss.

I really hope you like this, and I would love to know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 5.5k (really really got away from me.)

Warnings: kidnapping, canon typical themes

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She’s woken up by tiny hands pressing into her face, familiar warm and little fingers digging into her cheeks. Emily blearily opens her eyes, struggling at first as if they’d been glued together by a lack of sleep, and she’s met with her little girl's face, her dark eyes shining in the low light of the room.

“Alice, honey, are you okay?” she asks, reaching to the nightstand to turn on the lamp, internally winching when she sees it’s only 4 am. She rests her elbow on the mattress to get a better look at her little girl.

The movement causes her husband's arm to slip from its place over her waist, the weight of it now resting on her hip. She can feel from his breathing against the back of her neck that the small amount of light in the room hadn’t woken Aaron up. When they first started sleeping together, in the very literal sense, they’d both been light sleepers. Both so used to being alone and facing their monsters by themselves, their demons who had faces of very real men prone to coming out of any shadow. Any sound no matter how small enough to draw them from sleep and into a reality where danger was waiting for them.

After close to five years together, four of them married, they were both heavier sleepers now, aware of the safety they brought each other even in sleep. A kind of security their children often sought out, her and Aaron’s bed a frequent sanctuary for Jack or Alice, sometimes both, when they woke up in the middle of the night.

She feels her heart clench at the sight of her 3-year-old daughter. Ever since she was born everyone had always told her that Alice looked exactly like her, something that only seemed to be more true as time went on. If she looked at photos of herself when she was Alice’s age they looked identical, and she often wondered if she’d once been like her little girl, full of life and wonder and joy, before she was taught she needed to be ‘better behaved’.

Emily knows what’s happened before Alice responds, the signs of a nightmare all there. Her hair was unruly, dark curls that Emily couldn’t say where they’d come from escaping the braids Aaron had diligently done under the toddler's instructions at bedtime. She has visible tear tracks on her perfect cheeks, her eyes shining with more, and her lower lip trembling as if she was trying to stop herself from crying, as if she was trying to be brave.

“Bad dream,” Alice replies and Emily sighs sympathetically, reaching out and tucking some of Alice’s hair behind her ear, smiling sadly when the toddler leans into the affection.

“I’m sorry baby,” she says quietly, aware of her still-sleeping husband behind her, “Want to sleep in here with me and Daddy?” Alice nods as she rubs her eyes and Emily pulls back the covers so the little girl can climb under them. She tucks her against her chest, smiling softly as Alice curls into her, her head tucked under her chin as she snuggles in, her tiny fist clasped in Emily’s pyjama shirt. Emily turns the lamp back off and wraps her arms around her daughter, rubbing comforting circles on her back, “Want to tell Mommy about the bad dream?”

Alice shakes her head against her, “No,” she says, rubbing the material of Emily’s shirt between her thumb and forefinger to self-soothe, “Mama sing?”

Emily smiles before she nods, pressing a kiss against the top of Alice’s head as she continues to rub circles on her back, easing her back asleep. It was something she’d done for Jack before Alice had been born, something she’d done on a whim one day when she was home alone with him early on in her relationship with Aaron and the little boy had a nightmare. He’d climbed into bed with her and she’d started singing, hoping it would calm him down and it had. Ever since then, he’d asked for her to sing when he was sick or sad, and she’d happily comply. It seemed natural to do the same thing for Alice, and she’d done it before she was even born. More than once Aaron had walked into a room to find her with her hands pressed into her bump, as she sang quietly.

“Of course, sweet girl. What do you want me to sing?”

Alice yawns, already getting heavier against Emily’s chest, her mother’s embrace her favourite safe place, “The sunshine song.”

She rests her cheek on top of Alice’s head and starts to sing, making sure she stays as quiet as possible so she doesn’t wake up Aaron.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away.”

She feels Alice’s grip on her shirt loosen, and her breathing even out against her neck, and she blows out a slow breath, pressing a kiss to the little girl's forehead before she rests her head properly on her pillow, ready to try and find sleep again herself. Just as she closes her eyes she feels Aaron’s arm move, his hand shifting from her hip to rest over hers on Alice’s back, enveloping them both in his embrace.

“Is she okay?” He asks sleepily, his voice thick with sleep in a way that never failed to make her stomach flip, a delicious part of him that was only for her and their children.

“She’s okay,” she replies, turning her head to look at him, the sleepy concerned look on his face enough to make her smile. She stamps a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “She had a bad dream. Sorry we woke you.”

He shakes his head, letting her know he doesn’t need her apology, that he’d never be mad about how much she loved their children. He kisses her lips and then her shoulder as she lays back down properly, and he hums, “There are worse ways to be woken up than to you singing our daughter to sleep.”

___

They get woken up early the next morning by Penelope, an urgency to her voice that sends shivers down both of their spines when she says they have an amber alert in New Mexico that they’ve been asked to help with.

Aaron calls Jess whilst Emily gets Alice and Jack ready for the day, and they exchange hurried goodbyes once Jess has arrived. Hugs with their children that feel too quick as they rush out of the door, well aware that another child’s fate rested well and truly on their shoulders.

When they get to the jet they finally have a chance to ask for the details of the case, of the little girl who’d been snatched from outside of her home the evening before whilst her mother took in the washing.

Emily’s breath catches in her chest when she sees the file, and Penelope hesitates before she says the name of the missing girl. It’s a momentary reaction she can’t control, something that makes the rest of the team look at her, and makes Aaron place his hand on her thigh under the table. She rests her hand over his and links their fingers together, squeezing tightly as she clears her throat.

“Sorry,” she says, smiling tightly as she makes eye contact with JJ before she returns her attention to the laptop, “Pen, carry on.”

Penelope hesitates for a moment before Aaron clears his throat, making it clear he doesn’t want anyone drawing any more attention to his wife’s reaction, and she nods, blowing out a slow breath before she continues.

“Our victim's name is Alice Holmes. She was last seen…”

The rest of the briefing fades out for Emily as she stares at the screen of her iPad, the face of a little girl who had her daughter's name staring back at her.

___

It feels like she’s on a knife edge, every one of her nerves fried as she stares at the board with the victimology scattered across it.

This Alice looked nothing like her little girl. She was a couple of years older, the baby-fat Alice still had nowhere to be seen. She was blonde and had blue eyes, her hair almost pin straight in all the photos her parents had provided. Emily felt like it should be enough to convince herself that this was fine, that this wasn’t her daughter but someone else's and that she needed to hold herself together.

It didn’t make it any easier anytime someone said ‘Alice’ as they were describing the kidnapping, or when they talked about the awful things she was likely enduring if she was still alive. Every time she closed her eyes her little girl’s face flashed across them and she felt like she wanted to scream.

She knew Aaron wasn’t faring any better. His shoulders tenser than normal, his fuse short as they hit a few dead ends and had to go to their hotel at the end of their first day on the case. He holds her close as they Facetime their children, some of the tension that had built throughout the day eased by the sight of Alice and Jack happy and healthy under the care of their aunt.

Neither of them sleep well that night, waking in fits and starts. Taking it in turns to comfort the other when their subconscious taunted them in their dreams, very real things they’d both seen twisting into the situation they found themselves in.

By the end of the second day, they worry they won’t find Alice until it’s too late, the chances of finding her alive diminishing with each passing hour.

It’s Spencer who figures it out, his eidetic memory coming into play when he says he recognises the van for a cleaning company that had been parked outside of the Holmes’s house from the footage of the day Alice disappeared in CCTV from another, up until then, unrelated kidnapping.

She leans in and she spots it too, the large letters on the side of the van clear even in the grainy footage.

Ray Dawson Cleaning Services.

Penelope finds his address in record time, her relief palpable when she tells them he only lives an hour away.

___

After the arrest is made, Dawson claims his innocence as Derek roughly takes him away, shoving him into the back of a cop car with what she knows is restraint, Aaron asks her to go into the house first.

She understands why, knows she’s done it before, but it doesn’t help the way she feels. The way her chest feels hollowed out as they find the perfectly decorated bedroom for a little girl, something that looks like it was pulled out of a magazine, in Dawson’s basement. They have to force the door open because it is triple locked from the outside, the keys nowhere to be found and Dawson's decision to say this had nothing to do with him absolute, so she knows that Alice has to be somewhere in the room.

The light switches on, the small windowless room floods with light, and Emily hears shuffling under the bed. She turns and nods at JJ before she tilts her head at the door, silently telling her to go tell the others they’d found her. Once she’s alone she kneels near the bed and peers under it, her breath catching in her chest at the sight of the little girl she’d only seen pictures of curled up against the wall, fear painted across her face that was far too much for a five-year-old to feel.

“Hi Alice,” Emily says as she lays down, her body flat against the floor as she turns her head so she’s facing under the bed. Alice whimpers, holding a toy tight against her chest as she shies away, “My name’s Emily. I’m with the police.”

“Is he coming back?” Alice asks, her voice shaking, tears spilling out onto her cheeks, and Emily wants nothing more than to pull the little girl into her arms, to hold her like she’d want someone to hold her little girl until she could get there, but she knows it has to be her choice.

“No, honey. He’s not coming back,” she assures her, “When you’re ready, I’ll help you outside and your Mommy and Daddy are going to meet us at the hospital,” she adds, watching as Alice shrinks back into herself curling tighter against the wall at the mention of getting out from her place of safety. Emily sighs and tries to think how she could help, the sound of footsteps outside the room let her know the others were all there, waiting on her to bring the little girl out. She thinks of her daughter, and an idea starts to form in her head, “I have a little girl, she’s called Alice too.”

Alice makes eye contact with her for the first time, furrowing her brow a little, “Really?”

“Really,” Emily confirms, smiling as the 5-year-old relaxes a little, “She’s three so a little younger than you. My Alice…” she starts, having to clear her throat when she hears the shake in it, knowing this wasn’t the time for her emotions, how she felt about the last couple of days, “My Alice, when she’s scared or hurt she likes me to sing to her. Would you like me to sing to you?”

Alice nods immediately, loosening her grip on her toy, “Yes please.”

Emily smiles and puts her hand between them, still leaving space so she doesn’t get too close to Alice, but giving her the option of holding her hand if she wants to.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away.”

As she sings Alice scoots closer, at first placing her hand over Emily’s, squeezing her hand around hers before she gets even closer. By the time Emily finishes singing Alice is near enough Emily can feel her breath on her face.

“Emily?” Alice asks, her hand tight in her shirt, wrapped around the material sticking out from the top of her bulletproof vest.

“Yes, honey?”

“Will you stay with me?”

Emily nods, taking a deep breath, pushing the rising emotions back down into her stomach, feeling it turn over with them, nausea she knew would take to shift making itself known, “I’ll stay with you until we see your Mommy and Daddy, okay?”

Alice stares at her for a moment before she nods and Emily smiles at her before she stands up, not even leaving it a second before she bends down and picks Alice up, hoisting her onto her hip. She tries to ignore the desperation in the little girl's hold on her, how tightly she clings to her neck. She carries her out of the room, cupping the back of her head as she presses her face into her neck, clearly not wanting to see the place where she’d been held or the people who had come to rescue her. It’s only when they get outside, when the fresh air hits them, that Alice looks up just as they are approaching Aaron who had been outside directing everything, his face serious as he talks to the lead detective. When he spots Emily and the little girl they’d been looking for sitting on her hip he pardons himself from the conversation and walks over.

Alice shies away from him, wary of men after everything she’d been through, and she whimpers as Emily tries to soothe her.

“It’s okay,” she says, “You remember I told you about my little girl?”

She sniffs as she looks at Emily, seemingly never ending tears slipping down her cheeks, “Your Alice.”

“Yeah,” Emily says, exchanging a look with her husband, “My Alice. This is her Daddy,” she says softly, “He’s going to take us to the hospital so you can see your Mommy and Daddy, is that okay?”

Alice nods, her grip on Emily only loosening a little bit, “That’s okay.”

Emily smiles and steps past Aaron to open the car door, settling into the back seat with Alice on her lap. Before she closes the door Aaron stops it, his hand on it as he looks at her, his concern clear, his stern expression fading away no one but her and the little girl they’d rescued could see her.

“Are you okay?”

He felt guilty for sending her in here first, for asking her to do something he knew would be difficult. It hadn’t been lost on him how hard the last couple of days had been on her, how the little girl that had been missing having the same name as their daughter had made a case that would already have been tough, even tougher. But she was the best at this, child advocacy something she was skilled in and cared deeply about, and it was no secret children largely trusted women over men - especially in a situation like this.

As her boss, he knew that sending her in had been the right thing to do. As her husband, he wished he didn’t have to be the one to ask it of her.

She smiles tightly at him as she holds Alice closer, grateful that the journey to the hospital was short because they didn’t have a car seat, “Later.”

He nods, knowing it’s the best he’s going to get for now, and he reaches out and squeezes her shoulder, a silent show of the love he’d wait to give her, “Later.”

___

They head straight from the hospital to the jet where the rest of the team are waiting.

Emily keeps her promise, she sits with Alice, the little girl all but glued to her side, until her parents arrive. Aaron stands in the corner of the room, answering the doctor’s questions as well as he could, keeping vigil over the little girl, who had the same name as his, and well as his wife, her nerves clearly close to fraying.

It felt like a lifetime ago when he hadn’t been able to read her, when he would have thought she was unaffected by most of the things he saw. He knew her better now, and had done since before their relationship shifted from friendship into more. She was good at compartmentalising, that was true, but it was because she’d been taught since she was young that her emotions weren’t as important as what was going on around her. A side effect of the political world she’d been raised in, a past she’d never quite outrun.

He could see it now. Could see how she ran her fingers through Alice’s hair like she was their Alice, how she clenched her jaw for a moment before she blew out a long slow breath whenever the little girl against her side asked her a question, getting herself ready to sound unaffected by what was going on around her.

It was nothing short of a privilege that he was the one those barriers would crumble around, that he was the person she trusted more than anyone else. He loved being there for her, he loved her more than he had ever loved anyone else.

When Alice’s parents arrive, they are horrified she’d only been an hour away whilst she was missing, so close and yet so far out of reach. The little girl clambers out of Emily’s embrace and into her mother’s, her tears back with a vengeance as she sinks into her arms, her father’s arms around the both of them. Once Alice has calmed down a little, her parents hug both Emily and Aaron, their embraces a little tighter when the little girl tells them their daughter is called Alice too, a hint of innocence in her voice as the weight of her words settles over the adults in the room.

The ride to the jet is silent. Emily stares out of the window, focusing on the town passing them by, the place she hoped to never have to visit again.

As they board the jet she ignores how the rest of the team is looking at her, the empathy on their faces almost too much for her to bear. They had purposely left two seats for her and Aaron together, an unspoken rule that had existed since the team found out about their relationship, and she lets Aaron slip into the window seat, something he doesn’t argue with as she sits next to him, her eyes fixed on the table in front of them.

The moment they can take their seatbelts off Emily is out of her seat, her back to the team as she steps into the kitchenette, the curtain pulled behind her so she can have a moment of privacy. She blows out a shaky breath as she places her palms on the small counter in the back, leaning some of her weight on it as she tries to catch her breath, to force everything she desperately didn’t want to feel until she was at home, until after she’d hugged her kids, back down.

If she started crying now, she wasn’t sure she’d stop.

She hears the swish of the curtain and familiar footsteps behind her. She doesn’t have to turn around to know it’s him.

“Em.”

She presses her lips together and turns to look at her husband, her arms crossed over her chest as she leans back against the counter. She clears her throat, her eyes fixed on him, how he stands in just in the entryway to the kitchenette, his shoulders tense as he doesn’t know how to approach her. She clenches her teeth and blows a breath out through them.

“Can you make me some tea?” She asks, even though she’s closer to the hot water and the tea bags. He knows it’s an olive branch, her letting him look after her because she knows he needs to.

“Of course,” he says, stepping closer, purposely not touching her as he pours some hot water into a paper cup and grabs a chamomile tea bag. He looks at her, his gaze fixed on her side profile as she continues to stare ahead. She’d always been beautiful to him, even when he was married to someone else, and even now, simmering in her grief and where she’d let her mind wander the last few days, she was still gorgeous. The slope of her nose, the cut of her jaw, and her long lashes that were casting shadows onto her cheek. She was beautiful, and she was all his. “This feels like a stupid question,” he starts, his focus back on stirring her tea, “But I have to ask it, how are you?”

She scoffs, her arms tightening over her chest. She purposely keeps her voice low so it won’t be heard over the hum of the jet in the main part of the cabin, “Are you asking as my husband or as my boss?”

He turns to look at her, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, “Does my answer change yours?” He asks curiously, and she finally looks at him, her eyebrows raised, and he knows what she hasn’t said, “Your husband.”

She smiles sadly, her lower lip shaking in a way both of them ignore, “I had a hard day at work.”

“Sweetheart,” he says, moving to reach out for her but stopping, not wanting to push her, to be the thing that tipped her over the edge, “I’m sorry, I-”

“No, it’s…” she chokes on a noise somewhere between a sob and laugh and she shakes her head, “It’s not your fault. It was the right call, I’ve done it before it’s just…that was hard. And I really wish it wasn’t your job to make the call, even though it was the right one.”

He sighs, familiar guilt filling his lungs, making it momentarily hard to breathe as he looks at his wife, her jaw tight as she avoids eye contact with him, “I wish it wasn’t my job either.”

“I know,” she nods, her smile strained as she looks at him, “And I know this wasn’t easy on you either,” she adds, “I’ll be okay, honey. I just need to get home and hug the kids,” she says, her chin trembling, “Hold them until I stop imagining them in her place,” she chuckles humourlessly and shakes her head, “But we’re still five hours from home and they’ll be in bed by the time we get back.”

He watches as she reaches up to fiddle with the necklace he’d bought her last Christmas, two tiny disk pendants with the letters “J” and “A” stamped on them. He can’t hold himself back from touching her anymore and he places his hand on her hip, turning her to face him, a smile he hopes she finds comforting on his face.

“I know it’s not the same. But, until we get home you could always hug me,” he says, warmth spreading in his chest when a flash of a genuine smile breaks out over her face, “If you want to.”

She huffs out a laugh and closes the gap between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and sinking into him, something deep inside of her easing slightly when he holds her back just as fiercely, one of his hands firmly on her back whilst he uses the others to run his knuckles up and down her side. She presses her face into his neck and breathes him in, one of her hands shifting to cup the back of his head, her fingers digging into his hair.

“I always want to hug you,” she says softly, turning her head so her cheek is resting against his shoulder. She sighs contentedly, feeling something close to relaxed for the first time in days, and she smiles when she looks at the cup of tea on the side next to them, steam rising up from it and reaching her nose, the scent of her favourite tea to drink when she was stressed hitting her. She pulls back to look at him, her smile soft as she leans in to kiss him, her lips delicate against his, “Thank you for making my tea.”

He hears what she hasn’t said, what she won’t say until they are back at their house in the sanctuary they had built there together. No well-meaning friends just on the other side of a thin curtain desperately trying to hear them over the hum of the jet.

Thank you for loving me.

Thank you for being here.

Thank you for being you.

He leans in and kisses her, his hand on her cheek as he holds her close, “Anytime, sweetheart.”

___

When they get home, she’s up the stairs before he even closes the front door. She toes off her shoes and shrugs off her coat on her way, leaving him to pick them up so she can go and see their children. He does it gladly, not making any gentle teasing comments he usually would about cleaning up after her.

He didn’t mind, he loved picking up the pieces of her that she’d allow to fall apart around him.

She barely says hello to Jess as they pass on the stairs, and Jess looks up the stairs at her curiously before she walks towards Aaron as the door to Jack’s room briefly opens and then closes.

“Is she okay?” Jess asks, her brows furrowed as she hugs him. He sighs as he hugs her back and he steps away, looking for her jacket for her.

“It was a case about a missing little girl,” he says, looking upstairs as Jack’s door opens again, only to be quickly followed by Alice’s, “Emily was the one who found her. Alive thank god.”

Jess winces sympathetically, and takes her jacket from him, “That’s rough.”

He hums, “Even rougher when you know the little girl is called Alice.”

She places her hand over her chest after she shrugs her jacket on, “Poor Emily,” she says, looking up the stairs before she looks back at him, “Poor you. Are you okay?”

He sighs and scratches the back of his head as he thinks about it, “I’ll be okay once I see her. And once I stop feeling guilty about sending Emily into the room she was being kept in first.”

Jess pulls him into another hug, “She understands your job, Aaron,” she assures him, patting his back before she steps away and heads towards the door, “It’s what makes you guys work. You’ll hold this against yourself a lot longer than she will.”

He hums and puts his hands on his hips, his eyebrow raised at her, “What made you such an expert on human behaviour?”

She chuckles and winks at him as she opens the door, “I’ve known you most of my life, some of it was bound to stick eventually,” she says as she steps onto the porch, “Get some sleep. Hug your wife. Everything will feel better tomorrow.”

He nods, “Thanks, Jess.”

She smiles at him one more time, “Any time.”

He sighs as she closes the door and he locks it behind her, double-checking the locks out of habit before he steps further into his quiet house. He puts their go-bags in the laundry room and then decides to head upstairs, desperate to see his family. He pops into Jack’s room and sees he’s fast asleep, his covers tucked up around him in a way that lets him know Emily had adjusted them when she came in to see him, the boy well known for wriggling out of them as he slept. He drops a kiss on his forehead, whispers his love against his skin, and then slips back out of the room, not wanting to wake him.

When he walks into Alice’s room his breath catches in his chest at the sight he’s met with, his two girls fast asleep and wrapped around each other. Emily was pressed up against the wall on top of the covers having climbed in with Alice when she came in to see her, still wearing her clothes from work, curled up so she could fit in the small bed. Alice is pressed against her, her hand loosely tangled in her mother’s shirt, and Aaron can just picture her waking up just enough to realise Emily was there with her before she fell back asleep, comforted by the fact her mother was home.

Aaron briefly considers waking Emily up, knowing that her back wouldn’t thank her for sleeping in this position in the morning, but he knows she needs this, that their daughter was the comfort she’d been seeking since they’d last seen her. She was an excellent mother, better than she ever gave herself credit for, and he never felt anything less than blessed when he thought about the fact she’d chosen him as the father to her children.

He briefly walks out into the hallway and pulls a blanket out of the linen closet before he steps back into the bedroom. He lays the blanket over his wife, making sure to tuck it around her so she doesn’t get cold. He kisses the top of Alice’s head, taking a moment to breathe in the scent of her no tear shampoo, and he whispers against her hair.

“Love you, Princess,” he says, kissing her head again before he turns his attention to his wife, tension in his chest easing when he sees how relaxed she is. He kisses her cheek, “Love you, sweetheart.”

She grumbles, waking up ever so slightly, “Aaron?”

“Go back to sleep, baby,” he says, kissing her cheek again, running his fingers through her hair to soothe her, not entirely convinced she was actually awake, her eyes still closed, “You and Alice get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.”

She hums, tightening her hold on their daughter, and he kisses her cheek again as she mumbles just loud enough for him to hear, “Love you.”

“Love you too, Em.”

He sleeps fitfully in the big bed all alone, not used to all of the space to himself, for a couple of hours until she comes in, her eyes bleary with a sleeping Alice in her arms as she passes the little girl over to him so she can actually get ready for bed. She smiles gratefully at him as he settles their daughter against his chest and she leans in to kiss him, her lips pressed against his as she silently thanks him again for knowing her, for always knowing what she needed even when she didn’t.

When she climbs into bed with him, Alice sandwiched between them, they fall asleep quickly. Safe and content in their own home with their daughter with them and their son asleep just down the hall.

-x-

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Married for Love Part 2

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Part 1

A/N: This is a Prequel to my other story. Enjoy

Summary: Alicient had enough of Aegon, so she sent him to a different kingdom, she hoped he would learn there. But Aegon found more than just a new home.

When you heard that a prince will be housed by your father, you didn't know what to think of it at first.

But then, Aegon joined your home.

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You first met the Prince a day after his arrival, you were in your usual spot in the garden, watching the birds and feeding them from a bench in the shadows, hidden from the sun.

You noticed your mother and who you assumed to be the young Prince whom you heard so much about.

Both made their way towards you as you soon stood up and stopped feeding the birds.

"This is my lovely daughter, Y/N. Y/N, meet Prince Aegon Targaryen, he is the one we mentioned, he will live with us from now on."

"Lovely to meet you, My Prince." of course you heard about his reputation before his arrival, even your mother warned you about him, so you kept your distance.

Didn't help that he was handsome and the smirk on his face didn't help one bit.

But you saw his eyes. The same eyes a wolf would have who got caught in a trap, scared, confused and hurt, yet still ready to fight for its life.

Your interaction with the Prince was limited. This was thanks to your mother and the fact that he didn't seem to like to leave his chambers.

You did see him from time to time during dinners, but your first real interaction with him, came when you were alone a couple days after.

You were in the gardens as per usual, you asked your maids to bring more food for the animals as you were arranging the buckets and the place. You grabbed a bucket and headed for the well to grab water.

As you were carrying it back is when you noticed Aegon standing there, looking around as if he has never seen anything like this before.

You walked back and poured the water into the tub you had out for the animals. The Prince looked beyond confused.

"We feed the animals of the forest."

"You do?"

"Yes, I quite like them, they are great company."

"And you carry the water? Not your knights?" he finally looked at you.

"Of course I do. They are too busy doing other things. I can handle small buckets, you could help me, Prince Aegon, unless you are too weak." you teased and he caught onto the bait.

He wasn't weak and you knew that. But you needed help with the water. Servants soon arrived back with plates full of vegetables and fruits.

"Don't move." you said to Aegon who listened. You knelt down and put down some carrots as bunnies started to appear from behind him. "They get easily frightened but they are brave creatures." you said as then a deer appeared to his right, making him jump a little as it pushed him a little. You laughed a little.

"You do feed them..." he said the obivous as you gave an apple to the deer.

"Feed them, help them if they are hurt. Oh, Aegon's here!" the Prince looked at your excited face before you pointed behind him. "I named him Aegon, after you." Aegon turned and saw a deer, antlers missing, one of his legs bandaged. "He hurt his leg and he is thin, he is very much like you, so I named him after you." Aegon watched as the deer slowly walked closer to you, you mirrored the animal as you held out your hand.

"You named it after me?" Prince Aegon sounded offended, but you didn't pay him any attention.

---

After this encounter, Aegon started to leave his room more and more often. Seeing you often in the gardens, he watched from afar.

"She always enjoyed the outside." the voice of your mother scared Aegon to no end.

"My Queen, you sneaked up on me, gave quite the fright." your mother smiled.

"I wanted to keep her locked up from you, knowing your reputation, I feared it might rub off on my daughter. But I judged too quickly. She told me that she doesn't wish to be locked away from you, no matter how good or bad you are. She said she had fed wolves from her hands, they didn't scare them so why would you? She is smart, she is my only child, but I do see the adoration in your eyes as you watch her. During dinner for example, you left a piece of pie for her. She didn't notice but I did and so did my husband. If you wish, and if she agrees, you may marry her."

"My father would not have me marry her." Aegon said.

"No one said anything about your father." your mother had the same eyes as you, he noticed, daring, challenging him almost. She smirked without smirking, much like you. "Your father is not king here, my husband has a great relationship with him, if King Vicerys would have his head taken out of his own ass, he might see beyond his throne. He might question, he might disagree, but he will accept it. But only if she agrees. I shall not force my daughter into a marriage she doesn't wish. But I have a feeling Prince Aegon, she likes you. You just have to prove your true feelings for her."

Your mother spoke as if it was so easy.

Prove his feelings? How was he supposed to do that?! It was the first time he felt something so nice. He was usually filled with hate, fear and regret.

Not...this.

Was this what they called love?

It was wonderful, new and beautiful.

Yet scary. Scarier than the weight of the crown.

As Aegon watched you feed some foxes, he couldn't help but smile.

Your mother was closely watching him, understanding how he felt.

"I understand you more than you might think Prince Aegon. I also carried the weight of a crown, the thought of living for others instead of myself scared me beyond anything. But then I met my husband, they say love fixes everything. I would say love fixes many things. Not all, but to have someone by your side, someone you know will always be there, you have the feeling you can do anything." Aegon and your mother looked at one another for a couple minutes before she had to leave.

---

Aegon could only watch you for the remainder of the day.

"She's in the library." said the King to Aegon who looked at the man, confused. "My daughter, she usually reads when its raining, bring her this, she likes berries." your father said as he gave the young prince a bowl. Aegon could only nod before the King left. This is when he realized he forgot to ask where the library was.

You sat in the library, it was a rather cold evening with thunder and rain, you loved to read during those nights and the nice novel in your hand keeping your mind occupied.

This is when the door opened, you looked up to see Aegon walk in.

"Oh, the Prince, can I help you?"

He placed the bowl in his hands on the table in front of you.

"I got you this." you looked at him and then at the bowl of berries.

"My father got that for me, why did he give it to you?"

"H-He asked me to bring it to you, he wanted me to talk with you."

"You talked with my mother today." he nodded. "Do they approve?"

His eyes met yours. He couldn't find words, he opened and closed his mouth as if he was a fish.

"Approve of what, My Lady?"

"You courting me. Do they approve of did they tell you to leave me be?"

Aegon looked around the room for a moment.

"Your mother said, if you wish, we can wed." he whispered, he wasn't sure why. Maybe he was scared of the rejection? No, he was terrified of that.

You looked out the window before taking the bowl and eating a couple fruit.

"Why would you be a good husband?" Aegon was shocked at your question, which you noticed. "If I accept your... offer. I would like to know what awaits me. Sure, your family is bad, sure being the heir to the throne is a big weight, but what I'm asking is what kind of a husband you, Aegon, plan on being."

The seriousness in your eyes, the hope, the longing, it was hard not to see.

"When I arrived you said I was like your hurt deer. And I still feel as if I'm bleeding out. Slowly dying on the inside, but your smile helped me. I watched you in the gardens, feed all the animals, you walked to them, you were so kind and gentle. I wish someone would have treated me as such in my life. Maybe I wouldn't be so broken. My mother sent me here because she couldn't handle her failure, which she blamed on me. But I intend to get strong. A worthy husband for you. Someone to stand by your side and be proud. I want you to be proud." you almost finished your bowl by the time he finished.

"I intend to be a loving and caring wife. Not a Princess, not a Queen but a wife to you. I want us to be strong together, grow old together and have a happy life. I wish for children. As many as I can have. I can promise you joy and love even in the darkest of times. Even if your family won't agree with me, I want us to fight against them for our love." he nodded.

"I want that too."

"If a thought crosses your mind, thinking this was a plan all along for me to wed the heir, I wish to deny all doubts in you. My mother was heavily against your stay given your history with women, she feared for her daughter to fall in the hands of a monster. But if she spoke with you, then she sees you for who you are."

"My plan wasn't to fall for the Princess either, I never thought love for me was possible." his eyes were shining as were yours. Your hand met his as he squeezed yours.

---

A week later, you stood in front of your father with Aegon by your side. His face was full of life as your father held the ceremony.

Aegon arrived a broken boy, and yet here he was, standing tall and proud. Your husband has surely changed. You smiled as you two were declared husband and wife.

Then, the entire Kingdom celebrated. They celebrated the union of two houses, you celebrated your union with the one you love most.

As your finger traced his skin, his eyes shining with love as he looked at you, the small smile on his face, he swirled you around.

Your wedding was something else.

Endless celebrating, dancing.

You wanted to hand a glass of wine to Aegon but he refused.

“I’m already drunk from your love, My Princess.” he smiled as you laughed.

Your feet hurt, your body ached, begging for sleep, but the time for rest came much later.

After the dance, the drinks, Aegon took you to your now shared chambers.

Later, you held the sheets up to your chest, your back exposed as you sat on the bed, leaning on your other arm as you looked out your window, Aegon sleeping behind you on the bed.

Your window looked directly at the garden of course, seeing the place you fed the animals at. You watched as the hurt and broken deer that arrived into your care the same time Aegon did was eating. He too was now a healthy and strong deer. Antlers tall and proud as you watched him move, soon a smaller female arrived by his side.

Much like how your Aegon found you, deer Aegon found his own partner.

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littleracha · 11 months

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Heyy! Hope your doing well today!

I want to request a OT8 headcanons on how they could bathe their little!

Maybe they have like little bath toys for them, bubble baths, etc.

make it how ever you want!

Hello! I am doing very well! I hope you are too!

Thank you for such a sweet request, absolutely adorable!

Bath Time with CG! Stray Kids

Bang Chan

Chan turns bath time into a game of make-believe

You are the captain of a pirate ship braving the open sea

Storms would splash you and try to flip your boat (Chan would use his hands to splash you with water)

Evil sea witches would turn the ocean colors with their magic and try to overtake your ship with it (Chan would sneak in a multi-color bath bomb and add more bubbles to the bath)

Finally, you were face to face with the big sea monster! He was coming for you but you dodge all of his attacks. At last, he caught you off guard and swooped you from your ship! You fought back but it was no use, the evil monster wrapped you tightly in a towel and tapped you in its arms.

Lee Know

Bath time with Minho was very thought out

He had a plan and schedule for everything

First, he would fill your bath with warm water, not hot! His baby does not need to be burned alive to be clean

Then he'd let you pick out a scent and some bubbles for the tub.

After placing you in the bath water he would begin to help wash you

He knew how scary it could be so he gave you some fun toys to distract you

Of course, you had to make the bunny and squirrel get married

He chuckled to himself as he rinsed out your hair, making sure to keep your eyes clear.

Once the water began to cool down he would gently remove you. He never let the water get cold on you, however. His little one would never be uncomfortable when he was around

That's why he was so particular about bathtime. He knew there was comfort in a routine.

Changbin

When it comes to bath time with Changbin, it always seems to be a mess.

It always starts when Changbin gets so caught up in how adorable you look picking out your bath toys that he lets the water overflow

This wouldn't have happened if he didn't plug up the overflow drain, stating that his bunny deserved all the bath bubbles in the world

Then once you were in the water, the tub would spill over and onto Binnie. He again forgot to take into account water displacement

Halfway through bathtime with suds all in your hair, a water fight would break out. He was already soaked, why not have fun with it

Laughs and giggling screams would fill the bathroom as you two had fun

Before he forgets he always washes your hair out, reminding you it is time to be calm. He wouldn't want soap in your eyes.

Then with a big yawn from you, Binnie would dry you off and wrap you up. Off to bed for the both of you.

Hyunjin

Jinnie was so excited when he found bath crayons at the store

He just had to buy them for his little artist

He bounced up and down all day waiting for bathtime, he couldn't wait to give you your surprise

He knew going into bathtime could be difficult as it meant ending play time but he told you about the little gift waiting for you

He laughed when he found you trying to start the bath yourself

Once you were all settled in the shimmering purple water scented like lavender, he showed you your new toys

He sat back and watched as you drew everything your mind could think of

He especially took notice of the two figures wearing crowns towards the bottom of the wall

Under the drawing was the title

"King Daddy and Little One"

Han

Han took bath time as a way to wind down and relax after an exciting day.

While you were finishing up your movie and dinner, Hannie would start your bath

He picked a eucalyptus bath bomb and some sage soap shapes

Jisung would call for you and smile when you showed up like the good little one you were

He helped you out of your clothes and into the bath gently. His movements were always too small and calming around bath time

Once you were settled in, he would leave the room for a bit. Just so you could relax and get comfortable by yourself

He wasn't gone long, returning with his acoustic guitar in hand

He played you all your favorite songs until he watched your sleepy eyes begin to get too heavy to hold.

Next thing you knew you were in your favorite jammies and snuggled up in bed

Felix

Felix would use bath time as a time to remind you how beautiful you are. How absolutely precious you were to him

He starts by having you look into the mirror and repeat compliments he gave you

"You are beautiful" "I beautiful"

"You are smart" "I smart"

"Mama loves you very much" "Mama luvs me!"

After that, he'd help you into the tub and sing little songs as he washed you

He gave you the royal treatment

This shampoo? Only princes and princesses were allowed to use it

The body wash? Made from the finest ingredients in all the kingdom

Your towels? Tailor-made by the royal towel maker

Bath time was a time to appreciate his little one

Seungmin

Minnie sort of treated bath time as if he was washing a puppy

He knew it was inevitable that he would get soaked so he always changed into something he was willing to get wet in

He tried to wash you as quickly but efficiently as possible as he didn't want you to become uncomfortable with the soap sticking to your skin

He massages the shampoo and conditioner into your hair slowly to help you relax and not focus on the water getting cold.

Once that was done came your favorite part

"Okay little one, SHAKE!"

Water got everywhere as you shook out like a little puppy

He couldn't even be mad. Just look how happy it made you.

As he dried you off he messed your hair up with the towel a bit

What! Your little pout was to die for!

I.N.

Whenever I.N. could he would teach you

Bath time was no exception

He would bring you over to your soap and bubble collection and let you pick out your favorites

He would want you to explain the scents as best as you could

"You picked the orange one! What one is that little one? Innie can't read it from here...Orange! That is an amazing choice little kit. What do oranges remind you of?"

Then as he filled the tub he would explain to you why bubbles were made and that more soap meant more bubbles

Which usually leads to half a bottle of bubbles being poured into the water

Then as you played with your different animal bath toys he would ask you different questions

"What sound does this one make little one?" "ooooo I love the little fish, where do you think he lives" "Ooooo that's a Koala little one! Which members do you think have met one before? Uncle Lixie and Channie? So smart little fox!"

His favorite thing was seeing the bright smile that graced your face as you learned more and more each day.

He really did have the smartest little one around.

#kpop agere #age regression #stray kids age regression #kpop age regression #agere #stray kids agere #skz agere #skz age regression #stray kids

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ariellewm · 2 months

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Character Profile: Prince Edlin Silverleaf, The Moon Prince of Nem Naalore

!! Note: Please do not use my character for roleplaying or fanfiction. (with the exception for Ycey Narrates). He is still a developing character. If you wish to draw him out, please contact me for more information !!

"Those dazzling eyes of yours. Why, even under the moonlight, turly its like gazing into a galaxy of stars. Now, what's bothering my star?" - Prince Edlin from "Under the Moonlight" Part 1

Full Name: Prince Edlin Amadeus Silverleaf

Aliases/Other Titles: Moon Prince of Nem Naalore, The Silver Prince, The Clumsy Elf (from his beloved)

Gender: Male

Race: Elf

Age: 20

Height: 6'1 ft (185cm)

Eye Color: Amethyst

Hair Color: Snow, long length sometimes in loose braids

Skin Color: Soft Beige

🌛💫About/Backstory💫🌛

With the great war between humans and elves coming to an end, King Lafvan and Queen Saevanna decided it was time to bring a child into the new world. Edlin, however, was very weak when he was born. He was barely breathing and had very pale skin. If it were not for the mysterious maiden that Saevanna allowed to heal the child, Edlin would not be part of this world. No one, not even the Moon Queen herself, knew what ancient powers the maiden possessed. And so Edlin was raised just like any ordinary elven boy throughout the years.

Edlin, while still learning his place as Moon Prince of Nem Naalore, took a liking in swordsmanship. As a youngling, he learned from his uncle and learned everything that he knew. When his uncle wasn’t around, he had others teach him. His uncle would even send him swords, which sparked a new hobby in collecting swords, which Saevanna didn’t like the influence Lafvan’s brother was having on her only son. His sword play would be limited as he still had to learn prince etiquette and the lectures Saevanna scheduled. Edlin, however, would still sneak off during those lectures, riding upon his great albino elk, Cloud, into the forests.

The elf had shown great connections with humans, especially with the sun princess of Sol Estrela. He was first introduced to the human princess when both royal families wanted for them both to promote peace amongst humans and elves. Over time, this friendship blossomed, and they became close.

However, elves, at the age of twenty, begin to slowly age. This is why elves don’t normally bear many children due to this revelation that Edlin discovers from the sun princess. It would prevent their relationship from growing further. So, they would keep their relationship a secret from their families.

💜🌌Personality🌌💜

Edlin is a kind-hearted, charming elf. Many female elves have gawked over his friendly personality, most especially his good looks. Royal lines from around the continent (even beyond the shores) wanted to marry off their elven daughters to the resilient moon prince of Nem Naalore, but he had refused every contract with the other kingdoms.

He's been known on many occasions for helping Naalorians in the kingdom. He’s brave, going off against dangerous monsters that invade his home (most of the time he gets assistance from his friends or palace guards). His mother, Saevanna, gets worried every time he runs off to assist his people that he may not return. But he does come back, ruining his princely wardrobe every time.

The elf is clumsy, often falling off his great, large elk Cloud or being around the love of his life, the human princess of Sol Estrela. He trips, falls, and stumbles. He almost broke his back once when falling off the princess’ balcony one night after the Sunset Gala; however, he was just overreacting that one time when he did (it wasn’t that large of a fall).

🦌⚔️Abilities⚔️🦌

Swordsmanship – Skilled in sword fighting in combat. Edlin owns a large collection of handcrafted swords, from scimitars to long swords to short swords. He switches them out occasionally, to be sharpened and placed back upon the wall until switched out again. He prefers to have one sword in hand; however, his kind is known to duel with two swords instead of one.

Darkvision – Edlin can see through the darkly lit forests and caves. This has proven to be useful when returning to the Moon Palace or searching through the dark forest for lost creatures.

Heightened Senses – The elven prince has keener senses compared to humans. He is graceful on his feet (most of the time) in dueling and has excellent eyesight.

Riding – He rides not only horses but also great elks. Cloud was taken in as a calf after its mother abandoned it in the rain one night. Both bonded, and Edlin would ride upon him every sunrise and sunset for his “walks”. Edlin also likes to give Cloud treats after riding, such as sugar cubes (which he shouldn’t have, but Edlin gives it to him anyways, seeing as it has no effect on him) or special tree leaves he’s gathered in the forests.

Understanding of Creatures/Talking with Beasts – Although this doesn’t work on all animals, he can speak and comprehend all sorts of creatures, such as his elk Cloud. His mother found Edlin’s ability to be useful when having him get serpents and other reptiles out of her gardens, as she hates scaly reptiles.

⭐Concept Art⭐

Artwork by Shio

📖Stories✏️

🌙 Under the Moonlight Series 🌌

Part 1

Part 2

SFW Valentine's Day Special Headcanon

More Stories TBA

Inspired Spotify Playlist: TBA

Inspired YouTube Playlist: TBA

#elf oc #original charcter #oc #elf prince #my oc stuff #my ocs #under the moonlight #elf #sun moon and stars #moon #fantasy writer #writers life #writer

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twilightknight17 · 5 months

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Today on P5T, our wet-blanket adult companion continues to be kind of soggy. Also cake, a grand time in the Velvet Room, and my complete inability to pronounce one of our new skills!

……sir, stop doing that pose. That’s not your pose.

Anyway, apparently it’s fine to namedrop Shido and Yaldabaoth in the notes, but the Thieves are still not allowed to talk about them in actual dialogue. Fingers still crossed we get a Maruki note. Come on, Atlus, you cowards.

The Velvet Room’s forge is finally up and running, so it’s time to fuse some personas. It’s… a little strange, because now each persona has an inherent skill, and then can inherit ONE and ONLY ONE skill from its component personas. Which… kind of sucks, because there’s a lot of good skills. We’re using the sub-persona system from PQ2, but Erina’s not allowed to have one because she doesn’t have a core persona. Lavenza is basically like “something is suppressing the power of the Wild Card, but now everyone can use sub-personas.”

She’s having a grand time working the forge, though. We should let Lavenza have even more heavy equipment and machinery.

She also gives you a smartphone app that allows you to reach the Velvet Room from the battlefield, because sometimes there are multiple battles in a row before you can go back to the hideout. Which, hell yeah, but also, Atlus stealing Jade’s blue phones. Add another thing to the list. XD

(I’m joking, of course, but still. The list of things Atlus has “stolen” is like 15 things long by now. XDDD)

Cute icon, though. (It's so weird to see Lavenza the same height as Akira?)

So far the main difference between Zenkichi and Toshiro (other than the fact that one is primarily called by his first name) is that Toshiro flagrantly does not want to be here. They’re both kind of concerned about the Thieves –

– but Toshiro’s concern absolutely comes from a place of not wanting this, or like, any situations to be happening. He’s constantly wanting to rethink any of the plans that involve danger, he can’t fight, he’s always prepared to run away, and he’s just basically kind of… indecisive? Ryuji admits at least once that he has a good point about not charging in there, but he wants people to listen to him when he’s not really being helpful in the current situation.

He’s willing to listen to orders when it involves leaving, though.

(So does that mean Erina's the Thieves' age? I can’t tell how old anyone is. Toshiro is described as a young politician, so like… early thirties?)

...that works.

So we’ve retrieved Ryuji and Haru after a clash at the armory, which just leaves Makoto and Yusuke under Marie’s control. The scouts bring work that she’s finally making final preparations for her wedding, because she’s found the groom at last!

Place your bets: Is this Yusuke, Akira, or Toshiro? The Thieves think it’s Yusuke, and set off for the town square to rescue both him and Makoto from the terrible fate of marrying this crazy lady. They’re baking a massive cake in the square, and have put the captured rebels in it? This lady is kind of actually the worst, what the fuck.

It’s a trap, of course. Brainwashed Makoto and Yusuke show up, and announce with disgust that Lady Marie doesn’t want a penniless brat like Yusuke, she wants Toshiro! ...thank goodness. Because if she wanted Joker, I’d have even more questions about her mental state. We go bravely into battle to save our friends by capturing the flag, but after a long fight, when Erina charges to plant our banner in place of the destroyed one, she gets shot! There’s blood! And Toshiro definitely knows her at least subconsciously through his amnesia, because THIS is the thing that gets him to stop being a wet blanket, and sprint through a hail of gunfire to get to Erina.

Genuinely thought for a second he was going to get a persona right here. But no, he just makes sure Erina’s stable, snatches up the flag, and charges in to claim the victory.

Despite freeing all the Thieves, the battle has taken a lot out of everyone, and Marie shows up in person with a goddamn army. It’s a bleak situation, and Joker can offer to distract her so everyone can escape, but for once, he doesn’t have to. The other rebels charge so that the Thieves can get Toshiro and Erina to safety, and we all flee back to Leblanc to figure out what to do next.

That’s where I stopped for the evening, with everyone trying to recover from getting beaten half to hell. I’m assuming that now that we have a full company of Thieves, we’re going after Marie directly, so we’ll see how that goes! The battles seemed easy at first, but they’ve been getting more challenging, so I’m curious how a Major Boss Fight will go.

I got a fusion accident in the Velvet Room, and the forge blows up. It’s hilarious even if it means Lavenza got blasted. XD

Morgana has a tearful sprite when you have to leave the rebels behind, continuing the trend of great Morgana faces.

And, finally, one of the skills on Haru's skill tree is a combination of healing and ailment cure. Which makes sense, for the first-level spell, but the second one…

I don’t know what it is, but for some reason I have so much trouble saying that second one. I get it on a theoretical level, but actually saying it out loud is not working. XDDDDDDD I guess they combined these because they didn’t want more branches on the skill tree, but… ugh.

Diaramrita. Why. :’D

#Li plays P5T

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fluffypotatey · 2 months

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OK SO. the animations family.

first off i have to explain the QSMP a bit. the QSMP (nobody's really sure what the q stands for afaik) is a multilingual minecraft smp that first started in march 2023. the original server roster was 16 players, half of whom were hispanic and half who were english speakers. (this was bc quackity, the guy who came up with the server and did all the planning and stuff, is bilingual and wanted to unite his two communities). one of these original 16 was jaiden animations (this is important). on the first day of the server, these 16 members were stranded in a place called Quesadilla Island, which is controlled by a mysterious and sinister Federation (run by a weird little guy named Cucurucho)

okay, you know the trope of science projects where you get split up into pairs and have to take care of an egg together? they literally did that. All of the players were split into pairs of one spanish-speaker and one english-speaker, and tasked with taking care of an egg (actually a special NPC played by a server admin). the eggs started out with two lives each, and once those lives were out, the egg's gone for good, and your in-game child is dead. (this is a secret surprise tool that will help us later!)

one of these parenting pairs was jaiden animations and roier, and their egg's name was bobby. bobby was a rambunctious little fella- artistic, brave, very aggressive- and an absolute mama's boy. jaiden, roier, and bobby (aka the animations family) all got along very well, and tbh i need to go rewatch jaiden's vods of them bc they were so sweet together. jaiden changed her minecraft skin to match bobby's so they were both wearing overalls together.

(^ mentally i am here)

jaiden's character (or cubito, a word from the spanish speaking community that essentially means "minecraft roleplay character" that p much the whole community uses now bc its so damn cute) was aroace (just like jaiden in real life!), so she and q!roier were in a qpr co-parenting situation. and it was really sweet and i miss them. can you tell i miss them.

(drawing done by jaiden of roier, bobby, and herself) (the qsmp has an art mod btw)

now, astute readers may have noticed that i use "was" for both jaiden and bobby. on may 17th, 2023, bobby lost his second life to a vindicator and was ruled permanently dead. roier was there at the time, I believe, but was unable to save bobby in time. when jaiden found out, she SCREAMED and it was like. you know in hamilton how when phillip dies eliza screams? it sounded like that. (she also chased after the sunset while saying "wait for me" over and over again, it was really heartbreaking and im still a little bit insane about this).

the next day, the whole server went on a journey to the dungeon bobby died in, to plead with cucurucho for his revival. cucurucho refused to bring bobby back permanently, but allowed jaiden and roier ten minutes to talk with him and say their goodbyes. bobby asked them to remember him every time they saw a sunset.

(^ the last time the whole animations family was together. this was 9.5 months ago).

neither q!jaiden nor q!roier ever really fully recovered from bobby's death (although id say jaiden was hit way harder due to not having a support system outside of roier and cucurucho, who took advantage of her grief to manipulate her). there are some other things that happened here, such as q!roier getting married to a cellbit, a brazilian player working as a double agent of sorts within the federation, and purgatory (all the players were teleported to an island, separated into three groups, and forced to fight one another. in the end the island got blown up by a nuke).

on sunday, cc!jaiden talked about her qsmp character, ultimately stating that she was taking a long break from the server, that she had given the admins permission to do whatever they want with her character's absence, and essentially announced that unless the admins stated otherwise, q!jaiden had died in the nuke explosion in purgatory, firmly destroying the animations family.

(to me, the saddest part is that, recently, new eggs were assigned to groups of childless players, and both jaiden and roier got the chance to raise new eggs, with jaiden being assigned to empanada and roier currently being pepito's sole active parent. and all q!jaiden wanted was to be a mom. she died never knowing she had a second chance to rebuild her family. i am no okay.)

in conclusion:

THE LOVE WAS THERE AND THERE WAS NOTHING THEY CAN DO. I AM CRYING IN REAL LIFE I MISS HER SO BAD. SHE'S WITH BOBBY NOW.

#they were a happy family :’(#funny side note i did mimic the Leo pointing meme when you said Jaiden Animations bc i def know about her #the yt animated community was my life in middle school and high school lmao #ironically i didn’t actually watch a lot of jaiden’s stuff but she was like THE animation queen and everyone knew her #tbh i dont remember who was my first #the youtuber who introduced me to that side #i know it’s NOT 0ddonesout even tho i watched a lot of his stories #i guess we’ll never know #smp 101 with gumy #asks

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skylarstark4826 · 22 days

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Shuri stared at the bracelet that had just been placed on her wrist; the jade glinted in the dim light of the cavernous room. The fibers of the plant which had saved Talokan itched slightly on her wrist, but she didn’t mind.

“Namor…” All of the words that came to her mind did not seem adequate, and she was left speechless—she couldn’t remember the last time words had failed her.

Well, she could. But she didn’t like to think about that.

Finally, she said, “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“It is the least I could do,” he said with a soft smile. She couldn’t help but notice how close he was to her, she couldn’t help but feel the warmth radiating from his skin. And when the urge to move even closer to him came, she was powerless to stop herself.

Their shoulders brushed. “Talokan is a wonderful place. Your people are lucky to have you.”

He paused; after a moment, he waved a hand. “It is the people who make Talokan wonderful. I am the lucky one.” He met her gaze, his eyes twinkling. “But you couldn’t have known that when you offered to come here. You are a very brave woman, Princess.”

“You can call me Shuri,” she told him quietly.

“Shuri,” he murmured, as though trying out the name on his lips. Then he smiled. “When we are alone here, I will call you Shuri.” He looked out at the water before them, and she could tell there was more he wanted to say. She waited patiently to hear it.

“I have one more proposal,” he began. He turned toward her resolutely and she couldn’t look away from his eyes; they held her in rapture. “Talokan and Wakanda are both powerful nations. But alone, we are vulnerable to outsiders. As strong as our nations are, we would be stronger together. United.”

She knit her eyebrows. “What do you propose?”

“Marriage,” he said simply.

She blinked, attempting to maintain a mask of calm. “Marriage,” she repeated. “And… to be clear… who would be getting married?”

He smiled. “You would be queen of Talokan. Our nations could protect each other; if we are one, no one will dare to risk war with us. We could trade resources and create a lasting alliance between our peoples. We would be unstoppable, Shuri.”

She nodded slowly, staring into the water. There was an answer forming in her gut, and it terrified her with its clarity. “It is not an easy decision,” she said, tamping down her instinct. “I will need time to think.”

“Of course,” he nodded. “I understand.” He looked up at the skylight far above them; moonlight shone in his dark brown eyes. “It is very late. Would you like to see your room?”

She nodded absently; he stood up and held out his hand. After a moment’s hesitation, she took it and got to her feet, and neither of them let go. Instead, he led her through winding corridors with their fingers intertwined.

He stopped outside an intricately carved, heavy wooden door and faced her, his free hand drifting up to hold hers. There was a soft, reverent light in his eye as he looked at her, and his gaze occasionally flicked down to her lips. Her heart thudded in her chest.

“This is where you’ll be sleeping,” he said, still holding her hands in his own. “I hope it’s to your liking.”

“I’m sure it will be perfect,” she smiled. “Everything so far has been.”

It was hard to tell in this light, but she thought she saw a tint of red rise in his cheeks. “If you need anything, I’m just down the hall. Good night, Princess. Shuri,” he corrected with a smile. “Good night, Shuri.”

“Good night.” She stilled as he moved closer and pressed his lips softly to her cheek, and she felt him pause as well.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then his mouth was on hers—she was never sure who moved first, and she wasn’t sure she cared. Her lips melded perfectly to his and his hands drifted to her waist, bringing her closer until they were flush against each other. Through the thick fabric of his robe, she could feel the solid muscles of his stomach rise and fall with his breath.

She slid her tongue along his bottom lip and he opened up to her, deepening the kiss until it was searing, making hot lava pool in her belly. Every nerve he came in contact with was aflame—every skilled swipe of his tongue and nip of his teeth made her feel like she hadn’t been touched in a thousand years. His breath was hot on her lips and his hands gripped her hips; her dress rode up and her breath came in crashing waves. One hand rose to grip his hair and the other fumbled with the knob behind her until they were spilling into her room, the door swinging shut behind them.

Immediately, he pushed her against the heavy door—the carved wood pressed into her back and it took everything in her not to moan at the feeling of his body holding her in place. His hands rose until they caressed her ribs and she ached for them to go just a bit higher, but they stayed where they were. He probed her mouth expertly with his tongue and she responded in kind, tangling both of her hands in his hair and tugging lightly. He let out a hissing breath and broke away from her mouth to swirl his tongue along her pulse point, and her breath hitched audibly.

He paused and she felt him smile against her skin—then he doubled down on his ministrations. He hiked up her dress until he could find the bare skin of her hips, and she felt her knees wobble slightly as her body pulsed with need. He slid his hand down to the back of her thigh and hitched her leg up, his strong, weathered palm rough on her soft skin—their hips were flush now and she felt his hardened arousal press into her. Want swelled in her and she couldn’t stop the quiet moan that escaped her mouth, but it was cut off by another perfect, searing kiss.

She felt suddenly annoyed at how many articles of clothing they were wearing and reached for the white robe around his shoulders, breaking the kiss to lift it off his shoulders. He watched, eyes twinkling, as she folded it carefully and placed it on a cushioned chair in the corner of the room.

“What are you doing?” he mused.

“It is a beautiful robe, I don’t want to damage it,” she explained quietly. Then she heard his footsteps approach behind her.

Before she could turn around, she felt his hands on her back, so gentle that they almost tickled. Goosebumps rippled out from his touch.

“You are beautiful, Shuri,” he murmured. He found the top clasp of her dress on the back of her neck and undid it, then his fingers drifted down to the next one. She stood still, heart pounding, while he made his way down her back, the pads of his fingers occasionally brushing against her spine. Finally, the last clasp was undone, and she heard him hold his breath for a moment before he drifted a feather-light finger all the way back up to the nape of her neck.

She let out a shaky breath.

He spread the dress apart with his hands, fingertips sliding gently over her skin, and she rounded her shoulders so that it would fall easily to the ground; it slinked off of her with a soft rustle and lighted on the ground, the intricate jade jingling slightly. She was left wearing only her underwear.

His hands remained on her shoulders for a moment, then drifted down to her waist and wrapped around her middle, pulling her closer. He placed a kiss in the crook of her neck, his lips lingering there.

Slowly, she turned around and met his burning eyes, once again unable to look away. “I should fold up the dress too,” she breathed. “You made it yourself.”

A radiant smile overtook his features and he laughed, a sound like music. “If it gets damaged, I will repair it,” he said. His thumbs traced light circles on her hips. “You are kind to be so concerned.”

Her hand wound around the back of his neck and she brought his lips down to meet hers again; he responded enthusiastically, moving in sync with her, and while her fingers dipped into his soft hair, he splayed his hands on her back and pressed her to him firmly.

The quiet moment they’d had was now overridden by a sense of urgency, a searing heat that swept them both up with its energy. She arched her bare chest into his and he teased her mouth with his tongue, listening to her quiet gasps of breath and relishing in the feeling of her, enveloping him.

He walked them back until she was pressed against the wall, then made his way down to her collarbone, nipping and swirling his tongue on the delicate skin there, and her breath became labored. She arched her chest again and he took the hint, his lips drifting over her skin until he closed around a nipple, teasing it with his teeth and wetting it with his tongue, and the sound of her moans in his ear made him throb. He took her other breast in his hand and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, continuing with his mouth on the first before switching.

She let out a huff of breath, and her hands drifted to his hair again. When he peered up at her, he saw that her eyes were closed. “Namor,” she breathed, not bothering to say anything else.

He straightened up quickly and kissed her again, the control gone from both of them—this kiss was different from the ones before, all breath and teeth and tongue. She clawed lightly into his shoulder blades and his thumbs pressed roughly into her hips, hard enough to hurt, but she moaned instead. She reached down to the waistband of his pants and hooked her thumbs in the fabric, pulling it down just enough before finally wrapping her hand around his cock and feeling it pulse under her touch.

He let out a quiet groan and, in one smooth motion, picked her up like she was weightless. He gripped her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him and he pressed her into the wall again, separating from her for a moment to look into her eyes. Her breath was heavy and her eyes were lidded, and she gave him a small nod.

He reached down to the thin fabric covering her entrance and shoved it to the side, guiding himself slowly into her. She moaned into his mouth, and his control waned for a desperate moment—he bucked his hips roughly and she bounced from the motion, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. She found his lips again and her tongue teased inside, and he felt her slickness coat him as he slid in further. She nodded again, gripping his hair tightly, and he bucked into her a second time. His breath was shaky and warm on her lips.

She started to move her hips with him, developing a rhythm, her breath getting shorter with every thrust.

“Harder,” she whispered, and he moaned at the word before obliging. He clutched her hips and pulled her down while he thrusted up, and her fingernails clawed at his shoulders again, hard enough to leave trails on his skin. He continued with this new force and rhythm until she gasped into his ear, “Harder.”

He moaned and grazed his teeth along her neck before sinking them into her skin, swirling his tongue as he thrusted harder, her whole body bouncing with his force. Once again, he could feel his control waning, and he reached down to her apex and swirled his thumb around the sensitive bundle of nerves there until all he could hear was her, gasping for air, moaning his name, her volume building to a crescendo. Finally, she became quiet for a moment, and then she pulsed around him, her legs tightening around his waist and her hands grasping at his marked shoulders. A moan pulled itself from her lungs and the sound of it pushed him over the edge, his thrusts getting sloppy as he released into her, riding them both through their highs.

They stayed like that, quiet and still for a while, until their breath returned to normal. Then he slowly pulled out of her and she let out a contented sigh as he lowered her to her feet.

She stood on her own for a beat, but then her knees wobbled and she began to spill to the floor; he caught her easily and held her up with a smile.

“Are you okay?” he murmured.

She nodded and looked around the room for a moment; the colors were warm, the walls hand painted with intricate murals leading all the way onto the high ceiling. A large, unused bed sat flush against the opposite wall. On the floor in the middle of the room, there was a woven rug made of a thousand colors. She smiled back at him brightly.

“This room is very much to my liking,” she told him.

After a brief test of her legs, she took his hand in hers and led him to the soft rug. They lay down next to each other on their backs and told each other stories of their homes, then, after an indeterminate amount of time, Shuri snuggled in closer to Namor’s warm body and laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes. He traced circles on her arm, a soft smile on his lips, feeling a peace he hadn’t known in a long time.

Just before she drifted off to sleep, Shuri spoke, her voice vibrating softly in his chest.

“I think I know my answer.”

#nashuri #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #namor and shuri #namor of talokan #shuri of wakanda #king namor #princess shuri #nashuri fanart #namor x shuri fanart #black panther #black panter wakanda forever #namor mcu #namuri

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my fair lady: chapter twenty-one

like fr fr, read these first. dedicated to my fellow hopeless vaxleth shipper @romeoandjulietyouwish.

For a moment, Vax is sure he's misheard her. He inspects her face, searching for some kind of indication that the words he believed he heard are not actually what she said. She's looking at him with such earnestness, no hint of doubt or regret. There's a fire in her eyes, a simmering that catches low in his belly and begins to sear him from the inside out.

"I...what?"

"Marry me," Keyleth insists. She's gripping his hands as if she fears collapsing without them. "Let us go before the gods and make irrefutable that which we have been trying to deny ourselves."

"Keyleth." He extracts his hands from hers to place them on either side of her face. "This would ruin you. I would ruin you. You will never be taken seriously as a sovereign with a guard at your side, with a guard in your bed."

"Who should I keep by my side, then?" Keyleth reaches up to grip his forearms. "Who should be in my bed? Tiberius?" Unbidden, a small, choked-off noise escapes Vax's throat. The very idea nauseates him. "I rewrote the fates of nations to ensure I kept the right to decide my own future!"

"And you should! But the future you choose should be with someone who deserves you!"

Keyleth rips his hands away with a frustrated growl. "I cannot be deserved! I am not a commodity to be bartered for! I am not a prize to be won! I am a woman in love with a man who will not know the peace she has earned for her nation until she is his!"

Both of them are breathing hard, as if they've each just sprinted the distance from here to the castle. They're glaring at each other, playing some game of attrition that Vax is sure neither of them understands. She is maddening, this princess, who is both entirely used to getting what she wants and all too familiar with denying herself her passions and joys. He has worked so hard, these past days, to harden his heart, to seal away behind mortar and stone his all-consuming need to be in her light. He has resigned himself to this future without her, can she not see that? Is the space between them already so great that she cannot see the misery to which he has consigned himself, the shadow-life he has vowed to live in order to secure the destiny she has been born into? He needs her to go, to return to the castle, to leave him to his shadows, where he can no longer be blinded by the false hope of her radiance.

Because he can feel it. Standing here, in the heat of the embers and her body, in this timeless space between sunset and sunrise, away from her home and his duty, he feels it, the tiny, twisting sprig of want, the first sprout up through the cobblestones after the winter's freeze. It blooms in him, low and hot, and as much as he wishes for the strength to do so, he cannot suppress its spread through his body. To try would be as foolish as fighting the tides with a child's bucket. He wants her, wants to taste her skin under the noon sun, wants to wake up to the sound of her laughter, wants to watch her stretch out her arms and command the respect of nations, wants to catch the glint of his ring on her finger reflecting the light of the hearth in front of which some dark-haired, freckled children play. He wants to give her everything, fulfill every desire and whim that crosses her mind, and what he had never stopped to truly consider before this very moment is that one of those desires could be him.

Oh gods. She is his, if he is only brave enough to have her.

He takes the smallest step forward, closing what little gap exists between them. Her eyes shut and an almost imperceptible gasp leaves her lips as he once again takes her face in his hands. "Keyleth of the Ashari Nation," he breathes. "It would be the greatest honor of my life to marry you."

Her eyes spring open, shocked, and he's kissing her, their first kiss since Syngorn, their first kiss since he'd convinced himself he would never know the taste of her again. Her arms come up to circle his neck, and she's pulling him even closer, her body curving to match the way he presses into her. He drops his hands to take her by the waist, at which point he lifts her, grinning at her small shriek of surprise. Her face now above his, she breaks away from the kiss to beam down at him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I cannot promise your safety or mine if we go through with this."

"If I am to die for the sin of loving you, then I will live the rest of my life the happiest man in history."

And then she's kissing him again, and all he knows is her lips and the curtain of her hair around his face and that sprig of want which has now blossomed into a tangled weave of vines that he thinks might just swallow him whole. He carries her by her waist through this little home he has built with his sister to his bedroom, where he collapses back onto his bed, keeping her steady and warm atop him. He tucks her hair behind one ear. "I really ought to get you back to the castle."

She shakes her head. "Not now. Until the sun, can we stay here? Just the two of us?"

Oh, he is so very bad at denying her anything. "Of course, Your Highness." And this time, when she kisses him, she doesn't stop for a long, long time.

#could chapters 20 and 21 been one chapter? yes #should chapters 20 and 21 have been one chapter? probably #do i regret splitting them up? ABSOLUTELY NOT #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #vox machina #tlovm fic #my fic #my fair lady #vox machina fic #tlovm

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salemssimblr · 1 year

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15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

Thank you for the tag @ethelgodehel!

Are you named after anyone?

No, my parents chose between Ashley & Amber so I guess they perused the As in the baby book and got bored 😅 I'm getting married next month though and in the process of changing my surname I'll be changing my first to either Ash or Ashe, I haven't decided which yet.

When was the last time you cried?

Uhhh, a few weeks ago? Depression is a bitch

Do you have kids?

I do not and I don't want them.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Too often lmao it's my love language. And also my regular language. And also a hobby.

What sports do you play/have you played?

No mainstream sports, but I was in marching band in high school and let me tell you it counts.

What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Idk, their eyes I think? Or how they talk? Or their general demeanor? Definitely not their name I'm terrible at remembering names I forget immediately.

Eye colour?

Brown (:

Scary movies or happy endings?

Both! Obviously not at the same time. But everything has its place and time and I can appreciate both.

Any special talents?

Uhhh, art I guess.

Where were you born?

A little town called Marrero, south of New Orleans, Louisiana.

What are your hobbies?

Writing, digital art, music, etc.

Do you have any pets?

Yes! A sweet lil doggo named Loki Lou

How tall are you?

My license says 5'2" but that's bullshit. 5'0". I'd have been 4'11" but I had corrective surgery for my scoliosis at 12 and gained 2" (:

Fave subject in school?

I was/am an English girlie. It was my fave subject throughout school, and in my senior AP class especially. We were a small class of 11 students and shirked the normal lesson plans in favor of more fun things, like acting out Macbeth in the school's auditorium instead of just reading it in the classroom. The teacher also brought in a coffee pot for us (on my request) so we had fresh brewed coffee every day.

Dream job?

An author, that would be ideal. I've got a lot of ideas rolling around in my brain but haven't been brave enough to put them to paper (screen?) yet despite having a literal bachelor's degree in writing. One day I'll be less afraid of failure enough to actually try. 😢 If not an author, I'd be more than happy just to work in a publishing role of some kind. (:

I'm tagging @olya-occult-lover, @m0n0lithical, @druidberries, @lucidicer, @reality-refuge, @0-nouke-0, @saltyrunawaysalad, @simlishpiadina, @buttertrait, @cozyacres, @nata1997, @slfj-creative, @isthisdesire98, @helltrait, & @gothoffspring (sorry if yall have done it already!)

#15 questions #nonsims

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bluerosejuliet · 1 year

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Pffft i love that Mochael's mum is down and ready to adopt Pen at a drop of a hat. I can imagine scenes where Pen and the Marauders 2.0 just hanging around at Michael's house and his mum just barging in and is like, "I'm planning to adopt!"

"That' great Mrs. Stir---"

*thrusts adoption papers and pen to Penelope* "Its you. Sign here."

OR just increasingly funny scenes where she, with no subtlety AT ALL, mothers Pen like "Oh no its raining really hard, how about you stay in this room that I totally obviously did NOT pick out for you" or "What?! Your family left you on the holidays?? Not to worry my dear you can stay with us! Oh, theres already a christmas sweater with your name on it as well as gifts? How ever could that happen???"

Just basically Molly Weasly-ing Pen into joining the family. And on the other side Violet feels a disturbance in the force BECAUSE SOMEBODY IS TRYING TO STEAL HER UNOFFICIAL DAUGHTER

Helen Stirling is one of the toughest witches out there. She lost her parents during the war when she was only 15 and was placed in the wizard version of foster care. She ended up working for the daily prophet, working to make a name for herself among all her male colleagues (many of whom suggested she would be better working for Witch Weekly). It was ironically Ginny Potter nee Weasley who helped Helen seal her reputation as a serious reporter.

She landed an interview with her and was the first person not to ask Ginny about what it was like to date Harry Potter or what shampoo she used. Instead Helen focused on questions about Ginny's career and her view of women in quidditch and how she battled sexism. This impressed Ginny and cemented Helen's reputation as a reporter who focused on what was important rather than trivial things.

At some point she married her husband and they had Michael. Unfortunately, Helen loses the love of her life to a freak potion accident when her son is only five but luckily she has her sister-in-law Janet and her family to help her through.

Despite her badass reputation, Helen had always wanted a big family and while she love Michael, she always wished for more children. John of course was like a second to her, especially when her and Janet raise their children together after Janet's husband dies of cancer a few years after his brothers death.

It was no surprise then when her son brought his friends over that first summer after Hogwarts, that she also took the Marauders 2.0 under her wing and treats them like family (especially Phillip). It gets to the point where when the Marauders are in trouble, rather then send a howler, Ginny and Angelina will have Helen write them a long letter telling them how disappointed she is (except for Phillip, Phillip is an angel who can do no wrong).

It's Helen who basically becomes Phillips mother after meeting him the summer after first year. Phillip actually ends up spending every break with her and Michael after second year when he tells her how much he hates going home. Phillips father was not brave enough to challenge to fearsome Stirling woman who threatened to air all his dirty laundry in the next edition of the prophet!

It's Helen who John decides to come out to as gay before his mother (Francesca was the first though) during his fifth year and its Helen who reminds him that his family will always have his back. (If she sends her son and his friends a few treats after they get in trouble for hexing a group of boys making fun of John for being gay then no one needs to know).

And it's Helen who figures out that James clearly has a crush on a certain redhead and then informs Ginny. It's also Helen who James frantically writes to during fifth year, asking her how he could invite Penelope to the Yule Ball after she'd been ditched and how he can do this without making it look like he's pitying her. Helen gently suggests getting the young lady some flowers and letting her know he wants to go as friends but he'd planned on asking her before.

She can't help but smile at Phillip's report about how Miss Featherington granted James a kiss on the cheek and how he hadn't stopped smiling for a whole week.

Helen finally meets Penelope the summer before sixth year. It had been a chaotic few months with Phillip's father going on trial for the murder of his brother and finding out George Crane had gotten Marina pregnant. Helen didn't even bother asking any questions when she heard the news first break and instead informs Phillip that he would be living with her and Michael from now on. Marina's parents also agree to let the young man visit his niece and nephew once the children are born, taking pity on the young who just lost his entire family.

So you can imagine her surprise when the morning after they get home from Hogwarts, Michael informs her at breakfast that two young ladies by the name of Eloise Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington will be arriving in an hour.

"You mean James' Penelope?" she asked curiously as her son nodded.

"Yeah. We all got pretty close this year and their basically honorary Marauders so she and Eloise are really worried about Phillip. I figured they could stay with us for a bit while we get Phil settled in," he replied with a shrug before a mischievous grin appeared on his face.

"I may have also forgotten to tell James though," he chuckled just as a knock sounded on their door and Michael went to answer it.

Helen found herself having to hold back a laugh when a very disheveled James, wearing only his Holyhead Harpies boxers, stumbled down for breakfast an hour later and he muttered a good morning to everyone, clearly not noticing the two young ladies sitting with them.

"James, don't be rude," she said calmly, taking a sip of her tea, "it's not polite to not greet our guests. Especially when Miss Featherington has spoken so highly of you."

At those words, James' head snapped up, freezing upon noticing Penelope and Eloise's presence at the table, the later of whom was snickering while her friend smiled at him.

"Hello James," greeted Penelope cheerfully as the young man ears turned red before rushing upstairs, muttering something about changing. It did not escape Helen's notice however, how the young redheads cheeks turned pink as she watched him go.

Helen would spend much of that summer (in between helping Phillip deal with his grief and dealing with nosy reporters trying to question the youngest Crane) getting to know Penelope Featherington and could easily see just why James was so enamored with her.

The curly red haired witch was of course lovely, with her curvaceous figure, large blue eyes, freckles, and bright smile. But she was also incredibly witty and kind, quietly helping out Phillip in their garden, the two of them not saying enough but calmly working to degnome the garden.

It worried her how Penelope and Phillip shared quite a few similarities, both not used to praise and unsure of how to process it and the girls parents clearly didn't seem to worry to much for their daughter considering that they were fine with her staying with Michael's family without having met them and didn't seem to care when she would be back.

"I usually spend most of the summer with the Bridgertons while they travel," she explained when Helen had broached the topic with her.

"What about your sisters?" she inquired as Penelope shrugged.

"They usually travel with mum. I had to go with them sometimes but we don't really like much of the sames things. My mother's in fashion as our my two older sisters so they usually attend a lot of fashion shows and parties. It also doesn't help that I'm not as pretty as my other sisters so I usually end up staying in the hotel or wandering around the city by myself so I was fortunate enough that Violet offered to let me stay with their family. They are actually in Paris now, though Felicity will be leaving next week to stay with Hyacinth for the rest of the summer," she replied and Helen's heart ached for the sheer loneliness that emitted from that statement.

"My dear lass, you are very lovely. You just haven't learned how properly showcase your looks. I know you said you usually go to Diagon Alley with the Bridgerton but why don't you and I take a bit of a girls trip this week. The boys have something going on at the Weasley's so it will be nice to have someone to accompany me," she offered as Penelope beamed at her before agreeing.

Helen had spent that day helping Penelope find clothes that complimented her and reassuring her that one ice cream was not going to hurt her. She was also delighted that Penelope was looking into working as a writer for the Daily Prophet as well and was quick to give her a tour of her office, offering her some pointers for getting a job in the future.

But she was also delighted to watch the James behaved around Penelope. The boy was normally so confident and charming that it was a pleasant surprise to see the way he stumbled over his words with Penelope. She had gleefully written Ginny about how James had been so distracted by Penelope walking down in her lovely one piece that he'd been tackled in by Fred. Or the way James had been unable to make a single marshmallow without burning it to a crisp every time Penelope shot a smile at him during their weekly bonfires.

Sadly Penelope would be going to stay with Eloise the last two weeks of break, as the Bridgertons were throwing a going away/graduation party for the third eldest who had landed a job studying animals around the world or something. Still Helen had hugged the girl and reassured her that she was welcome in their home anytime.

Helen had seen Penelope once more when she and Janet went to drop off the boys at the train, as the boys headed off with her and Eloise. She stood with Janet, Ginny, and Harry as they waved goodbye to their children as the Hogwarts express left the station.

"I give them till Halloween before someone makes the first move," sighed Ginny as her husband looked curiously as her.

"Hmm... I'd say Christmas at the latest," replied Helen as the two women looked at each other and giggled while Harry looked on in utter confusion.

Helen had tried not to feel so smug when she'd walked into the kitchen at the burrow (the Weasley's holding their annual Christmas eve party for family and friends, somehow being able to fit everyone in their home) only to look out the window right as James pulled Penelope into a kiss. And from the way the young lady stood on her tiptoes while wrapping her arms around the young man's neck, it was very clear that James' affection was clearly not one sided.

Of course, Lily Potter had chosen that moment to enter the kitchen and had also spotted her brother.

"MERLINS BEARD! JAMES IS SNOGGING PENELOPE!"

The result was the kitchen suddenly being flooded with Weasleys and Potters that resulted in two very embarrassed teens, a sobbing Molly Weasley, an oddly smug Teddy Lupin along with his fiancee Victorie Weasley, and a very contemplative looking Michael.

"I'm not sure if I should clap you on the back or punch you for snogging my technical sister," he'd said seriously, once the two had come back inside. James had merely stuck his tongue out at his best mate as he wrapped an arm around a very red Penelope's shoulder.

"Go easy on the guy Michael. After all, he still has to tell Eloise that he's seeing Penny now," sighed Phillip as James suddenly turned pale. (Speaking of Eloise, Helen had suspected that Phillip harbored romantic feelings for the young lady in question with how frequently he mentioned her in letters).

The rest of the year went smoothly, with Michael once more inviting Penelope to spend part of the summer with them before she headed off to Aubrey Hall with Eloise for the end of the summer. Though Eloise spent a few weeks with them, with Helen reassuring Violet that she would ensure Eloise and Phillip had separate rooms (they'd started sometime in February according to Michael).

She shouldn't have been surprised when Penelope had approached her one day, blushing as she asked Helen for advice on contraceptive potions.

"I mean James and I haven't done anything yet but well we've talked about it and-" Penelope rambled before Helen stopped her. She loved the girl like a daughter but she did not need to know THAT much about her love life with the boy she had known since he was a child.

"No worries Penelope. Why don't we talk to Janet later? She's the expert on potions like that," assured Helen as Penelope relaxed.

"Thank you Mrs. Stirling. I'm sorry, I know it must be awkward but it's not like I can go to my own mother about this," she sighed as Helen gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Penelope you know you can come to me any time if something is bothering you. I'd rather that than have you get your information from sources like Witch Weekly. And how many times have I told you call me Helen," she jokingly admonished as Penelope relaxed.

It was the first of many heart to heart conversations the two would have through the years.

Helen was there for Penelope when she'd come to her in tears, holding her as she raged about Colin attacking James after what had been a wonderful night before.

She was there when Penelope's mother didn't bother showing up for her graduation and offered to let Penelope stay with them until she and Eloise finally found an apartment in London.

She had watched with pride as Penelope made a name for herself at the prophet, going from an advice columnist to writing more serious articles.

She'd cried with joy when Penelope and James had come to her house and announced their engagement.

She'd been the one to go with Penelope to help pick out her dress robes for her wedding, breaking in to tears when Penelope shyly asked her at lunch afterwards if she would walk her down the aisle.

She'd sat with Penelope in her apartment bathroom a few months later, holding her hand and reassuring her that everything would be okay as they waited for the results of the pregnancy potion reminding her that James loved her and all would be well.

So naturally it was also Helen, who held her all but adopted daughter a few weeks later as she collapsed in her arms at St. Mungos, sobbing hysterically as Helen held her tight, knowing that there was nothing she could do this time to take away her pain.

Yes Helen had thought Penelope similar to her in many ways.

But this was one similarity she wished they had not come share.

#bridgerton #bridgerton au #bridgerton harry potter au #asks and answers

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nomaishuttle · 11 months

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under the cut bc its long but im just copy and pasting this persons abt bc its literally EXACTLY what i was talking abt.

If you've ever cried when listening to Transformers music...

If you've ever sworn to be an Autobot/Decepticon...

If you've ever compared a guy to a Transformer...

If you still read fanfics and watch the films even when people call you a nerd...

If it broke your heart when your favorite one died...

... and you cheered like Hell itself had fallen when they returned to life...

... Post this, fellow Transfan, and know that we are more than meets the eye.

Optimus taught me how to be a leader Arcee taught me how to care for people Bumblebee taught me that no matter how young you are, you can be strong Bulkhead taught me that brains aren’t everything Wheeljack taught me that it’s ok to do your own thing Ratchet taught me that a medic is just as important as a solider Ultra Magnus taught me to have standards Smokescreen taught me to be confident Cliffjumper taught me to be brave Megatron taught me that anything is survivable Starscream taught me that it’s okay to get second chances Soundwave taught me that the quiets ones are sometimes the strongest Knockout taught me that it’s okay to want to look good Breakdown taught me to be strong no matter the situation Dreadwing taught me that family comes first Arachnid taught me not to betray the place where you are welcomed Skyquake taught me how to be loyal Steve taught me that even the minor roles matter Shockwave taught me how to be logical Predaking taught me how to be different

Normal girls (or boys) wanna marry boys (or girls), we wanna marry mechs (or femmes) [yknow for any bisexual or gays -like me-] Normal girls say good, we say Optimus Prime. Normal girls say evil, we say Lord Megatron. Normal girls say OMG, we say OMP. Normal girls Earth, we say Cybertron. Normal girls have hearts, we have sparks. Normal girls don't freak out when they see red and blue semis, we do. Normal girls say jets, we say seekers. Normal girls say aliens, we say Cybertronians. Normal girls say annoying, we say Starscream. Normal girls say sh*t, we say scrap. Normal girls drink alcohol, we drink energon. (*cough*High grade*cough-cough*) Normal girls say f***, we say frag. Normal girls say heart attack, we say spark attack. Normal girls say children, we say sparklings. Normal girls say Husbands (or wives), we say Sparkmates.

97% of teenagers would cry if they saw Justin Bieber standing on top of a tower about to jump. If you are the 3% sitting there with popcorn and 3D glasses, screaming "DO A BACKFLIP!" Copy and paste this on your "About Me" if you're that 3%. As a Transfan

-You call your computer Teletran 1. -Names enemies after Decepticons and/or Autobots. -Uses a Transformers reference whenever possible. -Whenever talking too fast, says you're talking like Blurr. -Whenever you hear the word Soundwave, you cringe. (I swear he's spying on us all! Trust no one unless you know for sure they're a Transfan or an Autobot!) -Will never look at a boombox the same ever again. (I keep thinking it's either Blaster or Soundwave) -You never try to look at a GMC Truck funny, since your afraid it's Ironhide. -You have dreams where you are in the Transformers world. (And when you wake up ur just like </3 it was just a dream) -You've watched Transformers at least 20 times, even more. -You pray to Primus. -You freak out whenever you see a cop car hiding in the shadows, thinking it's Barricade. -You don't call people creepers or stalkers, you call them Decepticreeps and/or Autoscums. -You have joined any Transformers fan clubs. -You've tried to do Jet Judo, and succeeded -You've tried Jet Judo, and failed hard core XD. -You sing the Transformers theme song everywhere and anywhere. -You were about to cry when Bumblebee was about to die in DOTM. (I actually did cry in that scene and the one where Sentinel Prick murdered Ironhide D': ) -You blame Blackout for most power outages. -You think that the world is going to end by a Decepticon invasion. (Yes I'm paranoid about this possibly happening) -You get annoyed when you say Unicron, and people think you just said Unicorn. -You think that every evil person in the world is either a Decepticon agent, or a Pretender -You think that when the Autobots win the war, it should be declared a national holiday. (OF COURSE! They deserve to be recognised for their achievements and saving all of us!) -You think the Government is hiding the Autobots somewhere. (They freaking have to be I just know it!) -You go to visit Hoover Dam to make sure Megatron's all comfy cozy in layers of ice. -You annoy your friends and family with your constant Transformers talk. (*sigh* I do...) -Whenever your friends say the worst thing happened, you ask if Decepticons attacked them. -You wish your phone was a Transformer. -You have seen all of the original G1 series and the animated movie (I own them on DVD)

#replace the awful transformers terms with Actual xenophobia and racism. and then its a bunch of hetalia copypastas

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2, 6, 19, 24 and 30 from fifty (more) 👀 I loved reading about Io!!!

2. Your Shepard is making a sandwich. What’s going in it?

Io has dined in some of the finest places in the known galaxy—including a very unfortunate sushi place on the Citadel, as if anyone will let her live that down—and run down diners alike. But her favorite sandwich is made in her father Kahele’s kitchen, with crispy fried spam and a slice of tamagoyaki.

If ever another apocalypse falls to them and there's no spam in the house, leftover huli huli chicken with fried ginger crisps would probably make an appearance. And unless the Reapers personally hated her and burned down her favorite shops, malasadas would make an appearance somewhere.

(But probably not in the sammich.)

(...probably)

6. What would they be doing, if Shepard never joined the alliance?

Io’s bloodline, on her father’s side, can be traced by to wayfinders. Her family’s inn is named after the Hokule’a, a canoe that voyages from Hawaii to Tahiti using the traditional methods of star navigation. She’s always wanted to pay tribute to that, grew up loving the stars and all the spaces between them. If she hadn’t joined the Alliance, Io would probably be working on the frontier, exploring space navigation, establishing routes, etc. But she enlisted first, and then Elysium happened a few years later, and she became Commander Shepard instead of just Iolana.

Spending most of her childhood, island summers aside, on Alliance ships left Shepard with a deep love of stars and all the secrets of space. That Shepard, that long ago, lost child, had found it full of promise, mysteries waiting to be solved. She’d wanted to see things no human eyes had ever seen, go where no human had gone, voyaging out into the unknown like her wayfaring ancestors had sailed the seas.

[S&S ask]

19. What was Shepard’s first interaction with an alien?

Hm. I haven’t thought this one out that much. I feel like she’s seen at least a few, those who can brave visiting Earth. She's probably made out with at least one or two during her younger years; shore leave can get pretty wild at times. I don’t think she worked with many before Elysium, and she tries so hard and sometimes fails to not let that haunt her, so aside from a few seen on shore leave, her first real working relationship with them might have… actually been Nihilus. (Who she completely did not have any crush on whatsoever.)

I’d have to think about that one more. And consult my timeline notes lmao

24. How does Shepard handle house arrest? How do they fill their time?

She hates it. There’s a part of her that wishes, however unlikely, that Garrus would come up with some obscure married law that would let her go free—maybe there’s some old treaty that would allow a shipboard hasty marriage to give her some political asylum or something. But that’s unlikely, and she knows it.

Still. For an explorer’s heart and a soldier’s restlessness, house arrest is awful but she tries to stay busy— the nightmares of Aratoht aside, she keeps her mind sharp, her manners intact, and works out the night sweats and restlessness as much as she’s allowed to.

30. What did Shepard think of the thorian? How did they feel about killing it? What did they decide for Shiala?

Io found the Thorian equal parts horrifying and fascinating. She regretted killing it; it’s age, the last known of its species, the sheer knowledge it must have had. But keeping it out of the hands of ExoGeni and freeing the dozens of people it had enslaved took precedence.

Shepard spared Shiala, and they’ve kept in semi-regular contact since. (Shepard, like her mother and her father both, have a habit of adopting any stray person in need of family or home)

By the time the Reapers invade the Sol system, Shiala and the colonists are fighting as an elite unit against them, and find themselves in the side battles around London, assisting Operation Hammer as backup.

#i did the thing #iolana shepard #shakarios #sher does mass effect #my fic

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❀ *◦ dichen lachman. demi woman. she/her/they. heteromantic pansexual. ⇝ hey, isn’t that michewa noskova ( nickname: jellyfish )? i think that the forty year old from chelyabinsk, russia works as the owner of the twisted sisters pub ; sleeper agent for the dead idol, but outside of that people describe them as the scent of fresh, crisp apples; the deft use of a knife with seemingly no training; the way the sky looks after its rained in the dead of night and darkness swallowed everything but the moon; a budding orchid in a dead garden sprouting new life; a clear view to the horizon where nothing but barren wastelands lie. i hear they are distracted & disruptive, but they are also known to be brave & loving. consider giving them a visit at their home in delilah’s den gated community and get to know why they’re called the moon.

basic info

full name: michewa noskova nickname: mishi, kova name meaning: sent from heaven status: miroir (sleeper agent of the dead idol) age: forty date of birth: june 9 star sign: gemini place of birth: chelyabinsk, russia current location: anchorage, alaska (delilah’s den) gender: demi-female pronouns: she/her/they sexual orientation: bisexual religion: buddhism occupation: owner of the twisted sisters pub family: michael sanchez (husband), felix sanchez (biological son-npc), atticus villanelle (foster son), many other foster kids to be filled in as they roll in, utp sanchez (adopted daughter), utp sanchez (adopted son), utp sanchez (adopted nb child) living arrangements: a nice home in delilah’s den with plenty of space and tasteful decoration. financial status: upper middle-class spoken languages: english, russian, french personality: distracted, disruptive, brave, loving, adept, intelligent, recalcitrant, fixated

inspirations

charly (the long kiss goodnight), maes hughes (full metal alchemist), bayonetta (bayonetta), black canary (dc comics), black widow (marvel comics), princess ursa (avatar: the last airbender), johanna (hilda), chung-sook (parasite), rhaenyra targaryen (asoiaf)

bio points (tw: miscarriage, infertility)

(subject to update and change as I continue to play her and things develop)

every memory is somewhat fuzzy, trying to consolidate the wants she has vs the way she was programmed has led her to be a tiny bit shaky on details overall.

she just wanted to build a normal life, which was strange given she wasn’t meant to feel much (or want much) of anything. bad little sleeper agent.

when she met michael, at first there was a butting of heads, him being stubborn and persistent and her being introverted and secretive.

however it didn’t take long for michael to break through her walls and she fell for him, confused by the feelings and wanting to know more of what she felt. she was head over heels for him in no time and decided she wanted to spend her life with him.

they dated for a while, then got engaged and married about a year or two in. he dotes upon her something fierce and she does so in return, the relationship is equal on both ends for affection.

discussions turned to building their family and they decided they wanted to have a big one (some part of that was michewa’s own want to build something of her own out of the life she was given and find her own place in the new feelings and world she’d been plopped into)

michewa found out she’d have a difficult time getting pregnant but they still attempted to have their own kid

she and her husband suffered a ton of miscarriages and it left a damper on her spirits for a while; they eventually gave up on trying for a child, but a miracle happened or whatever and they had one biological child of their own.

from then on she did fostering, wanting to adopt but realizing that she couldn’t save everyone long term she sort of just brought children who needed a place into her home.

finding out she was fairly good at being domestic, she was fairly good at taking care of herself, having knife skills she had no place having and able to defend herself against attackers (a mugger once, etc)

she instilled a lot of this knowledge into her children (foster and bio) to try and prepare them for the world, as if what was going on out there was an immediate threat to their safety.

even though she’s not a fan of sports in general she owns the twisted sisters bar and fills the need for a sports-bar type in town. she zones out when games are on tv and cuts lemons for drinks or occupies herself with other knife skills. she makes a decent amount of money from the job and between that and her husband’s job they’re comfortable.

they are still willing to foster anyone who needs a home, and though children come and go through their house they’ve adopted at least three. this is not limited by age unless extreme (such as a 35 year old trying to get fostered?? but they’ll take up to like 22 because they know that even then you’re not fully grown and everyone needs help)

headcanons

michewa is crazy good at fighting, specializing in hand-to-hand and knives.

michewa chose to keep the noskova name to draw less attention to her new life, worrying at times that, even though the program isn’t really a thing anymore, that she’d have it all taken away.

the only person who really gets away with calling her mishi is her husband. people at the twisted sisters call her kova or miss kova, respectfully.

though she is easy-going and introverted, there is a cant to her attitude that can shift if people start to get too rowdy. she has been known to give withering looks that would chill people to their souls and physically escort people out of the bar. she sometimes does not tell her husband how physical she gets fearing he’ll worry about her and show up to take care of it himself.

they once had a pet pig named chris p. bacon. the weather wasn’t great for him and he eventually succumbed and they decided no more pets with special needs and environments (because her heart can’t take it)

wanted connections

friends — michewa has made a ton of friends in town because of the fact that she’s a business owner and a (seeming) pillar of the community. this could go as far as to be a group of other parents, a book club, people she knew when she was younger before she got married and so on. the world is our oyster. (unlimited)

best friend — technically it could be argued that her husband is her best friend, but generally one has a friend outside of that as well. she’s very open and charming and good at talking to people so she has a ton of friends, but this is the one person she’ll call if things get rough. she’s come close a dozen or so times to revealing more than she should to them, but other than her husband they really do know all of her (not dangerous) secrets. ride or die, baby. (one, gender/origin/etc utp)

former fosters — she’s been fostering for a while so the age range while somewhat narrow could be mid-twenties down. need to clear with atticus as well if the dates overlap but she continues to foster regardless!

tba

#pinned post #anchorintro

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