I’d intended to write something different but here, have a tiny bit of writing about a particular Princess and Assassin’s ‘morning after’.
Whatever kind of overly-disciplined royal Delphie had been before, she was not an early riser now. Maybe it was lunch time, maybe it was a little earlier, but Damon had only crawled out of the plush round bed when he no longer felt the weight of the Princess laid on his chest. He’d worn a soft, smug grin all while half-dressing and making his way to flop down onto the sofa, unable to really start reading with his thoughts full of memories of the night before.
Running water and the beginnings of a steam cloud rolling from the open bathroom door indicated that she was up and about, and perhaps hadn’t wanted to wake him. He called out in the general direction, “Mornin’ babe.”
Immediately her head poked out, long disheveled waves falling over her shoulder. She wore a bashful expression, the colour on her cheeks becoming more obvious as she stepped down into the seating area and stood before the assassin.
Ah. That’d be why he’d foregone his shirt.
Delphie was draped in it and what appeared to be little else. He didn’t mind one bit. When she leaned down, one knee on the sofa beside his legs, to kiss him he ran his palm delicately up the outside of her thigh to her hip to confirm that yes, it very much was the only thing she was wearing.
“Morning handsome.”
“Looked like you slept really well,” he teased between kisses, pulling her to straddle his lap, “Did I tire you out?”
She didn’t answer, just grinned broadly and dropped her head.
Her shyness was endearing and earned a deep inhale and a kiss against her scalp, “Is my shirt comfy?”
She stood, a chuckle leaving in a breath, “Ah, yeah. Sorry. I’m about to have a shower, you can have it back.”
Before he could retort, place his book to his side, stop the slight pout in her voice he was smacked in the face by a gently thrown ball of cotton and greeted by the image of his Princess wearing nothing more than a sly smile.
“Well…” he huffed out.
There was something about the way she was looking down at him that, while some kind of obscenely hot while totally nude, was how he imagined she’d looked in court, around her subjects; regal, confident, totally in control. And after what he’d learned the evening before regarding her inexperience in intimacy, the possessive chunk of his mind couldn’t help revel in the idea that he was the only person to see her exactly like this.
“My shower is probably ready,” she purred, hands on hips, “You staying there?”
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Soulmate AU with June; part 3
It’s that time again!! I’m guessing that this will be 5 parts but that remains to be seen lol I’m also kind of struggling with deciding how much of this I want to follow the actual storyline and dialogue and how much I want to twist to my liking so we’ll see how that goes!
TW: mentions of anxiety and worry
June clears his throat and says belatedly, “I didn’t know you were awake yet, how are you feeling?”
You ache all over, but especially in your head. You also feel hungry, thirsty, and nauseated at the same time. You’re not even sure how that works.
“I feel like I was hit with a ton of bricks.”
“That...isn’t far from the truth.”
You stare at him incredulously, awaiting him to elaborate on whatever that means.
“You don’t remember what happened to you?”
“I don’t remember anything, really.”
June looks shocked by that, then frowns. You feel the tension leaking over to yourself, but don’t really understand what that means. Maybe you’re just really empathetic?
“Nothing? What about your name?”
You think about it, so hard that you squint your eyes shut, rummaging around in the blank space that your mind is currently. And then you find it.
“[Y/N],” you say, breathing a sigh of relief, but pushing yourself to try and remember more. If you can find a way to remember that, surely you can get the whole picture. Then a piercing pain races through your head and you gasp, opening your eyes.
June winces like he also experienced some pain, but quickly his face turns concerned.
“I think that’s enough for now. It’s nice to finally meet you, [Y/N].”
You ponder on what he means by “finally” but your thoughts are cut off by June speaking again.
“You’re currently on board the Andromeda 6, I found you in the rubble after the invasion on Goldis. Does that sound familiar to you?”
While you mull the name in your name, nothing of particular familiarity comes up.
“Not really, no. Maybe I wasn’t from there.”
June pauses as if he hadn’t considered that either.
“Maybe you aren’t.”
A slightly uncomfortable silence falls over the both of you before June stands up quickly and motions towards the door.
“The doctor mentioned she wanted to see you as soon as you were awake, let me take you to her now before she gets mad that I delayed any longer.”
You nod, though that only hurts your head more. Tentatively you take a wobbly step out of your bed and slowly regain your orientation after laying unconscious for who knows how long.
At that moment, the ship lurches forward, breaking the weak footing you’d gained and you go crashing into June. He quickly reaches out his strong arms, enveloping you and pressing you into his chest. A warmth runs through you that is deeper than what June’s body heat could have transferred, your face heating up at the affection that floods your mind. Just as you think that, June lengthens his arms to set you back on your own two feet, avoiding eye contact.
“I-um- I’m sorry about that,” you manage to say, as you know you’ve clearly made him uncomfortable, even though there was nothing you could do about falling.
“No!” He starts, then softer he says, “no, it really is ok, just unexpected. I don’t adjust well to, um, surprises.”
“Then I’ll try to avoid them in the future,” you say with a kind smile on your lips.
June laughs lightly at that, eyes showing hints of care, before turning from you to activate the door. It swishes open and he sends you on your way to your check up with the crew’s medic.
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Your first steps on Terranium are suffocatingly hot. It feels like the sky itself is trying to push you into the ground, and you squint into the hazy orange horizon as you desperately try to adjust yourself before you look weak in front of any of the crew. Yet, June steps in front of you, blocking most of the light and giving you at least a moment to steady yourself before you have to familiarize yourself with a new, and frankly scary, place. It’s as if he could just sense that you were overwhelmed, but after the past few days you’ve come to realize that he’s just a very perceptive person. Strangely so, but it’s not a bad thing.
You almost instinctually step closer to him as you and the crew approach an Arcnos that towers over you, and even has a few inches on June.
“Oppo is really friendly, don’t worry. They just say some strange things sometimes,” June leans over to tell you. You nod and smile at him, thankful that he’s with you while you encounter this strange environment. You have a feeling that you always wanted to travel, but you wish that you had a choice on where you got to go.
Soon enough, Bash is introducing you to the Arcnos, who looks you over with an indistinguishable look on their face, but you aren’t sure that you’d know what their faces are supposed to look like anyways.
When you enter the bar it’s almost another shock at how dark it is, just after your eyes had finally adjusted to the scorching light of a desert planet. There are smells both good and bad, and eyes that follow you as you walk deeper into a room full of people you never expected yourself to be entangled with. After sharing a decidedly unsatisfying drink with Calderon and Damon you wander where you think you remember June going, a curtain separating the room you’re in with the next.
As if you hadn’t had enough shocks for the day, the pulsing music and exorbitant dancers fill your senses before you can even react. Just has you had begun to expect, June spots you in the crowd and leads you to where he had been sitting. A sense of security washes over you as June’s presence is in your proximity again. Lingering in the back of your mind is also a sense of relief, yet you don’t know what you’d be relieved about considering you trust June to take care of himself just fine.
“Are you still overwhelmed?” He asks you, hands fidgeting on the table in front of him.
“Hm, just a little bit. I like new experiences, but I like them better when they’re spread out a little bit more. There’s only so much new that I can take,” you chuckle at the end to hide the tiredness from your voice. Your injuries were still healing to some extent, and it feels as though the last few days you’d been worrying for two people.
“We can go back to the ship if you like-” June begins to offer.
“Oh, no, that’s really not necessary, I wouldn’t want to end everyone’s nights early as no doubt they’d worry about why we left. If I could, I want to just sit here and listen to you if that’s ok.”
“Yeah...I can do that. What do you want to talk about?”
“Well, I want to know more about you. You know basically I can say about myself.”
June looks conflicted for a moment, furrowing his brows before setting his mouth in a line.
“What do you know about the planet Orion?”
You hear everything he’s willing to say about his past, which is admittedly still not much, but at least you have a place of origin to associate him with. When he becomes distracted by the chaos Aya is causing, you slip away to find others, not wanting to sour his mood with talk of things it seems he’d rather not relive.
-
The next time he sees you is outside the bar with Ryona. In the back of his mind he tells himself that he had been looking for her and that you being with her was just a lucky coincidence, but he knows that he rushed out to find you when he could feel the panic you were transmitting.
Seeing you face to face with a violent Kitalphan, scrap metal clutched in your fist, his instincts take over and he steps in front of you and Ryona.
“Is there a problem here?”
The Kitalphan just scoffs at him, “Not your problem, buddy.”
That sets June on edge, as you are his problem, for better and for worse, whether he’ll admit it to himself or not. He feels his jaw clench and the shoulders of his shirt become tighter as the Orionite in his veins picks up speed.
“Dude, don’t,” the Kit’s friend says, “he’s one of them.”
Horror flashes over the Kit’s face and they both turn to walk briskly away. Good, June thinks. Even if he’s cursed to be this way at least he can keep danger away from you.
“Are you both ok?” He asks, though he’s searching deep in his mind to find your feelings.
“Yes, are you? Is something wrong?” Ryona asks, noticing his tension. That allows June to get back on track for why he’d been looking at least for Ryona.
“It’s Ayame.”
At that Ryona makes a beeline for the door, you and June following close behind, ignoring the concerned silence emanating off the both of you.
-
You really shouldn’t have followed a stranger into an alley. Seriously, what were you thinking? Now that you can’t see him anymore and you’re out of sight of the crew, you feel worry creep up your spine.
Or maybe that was the knife being held to your back.
“Following a stranger into an alley is a really bad idea, you know.”
And you do know. But you also know that voice. You feel like you have to say something, anything.
“I’m [Y/N]-”
You’re spun around by your shoulders to face a man who looks so familiar to you, yet so distant.
“Your majesty, you’re alive?”
And the puzzle pieces of your clouded mind shift into place and you remember. God, do you remember. Your royal position, the man you loved standing in front of you, knowing that you’re not soulmates.
Soulmates.
You instantly know the feeling you had when you first met June. The secret to his perception. The feelings you can’t pinpoint.
Your eyes widen.
June.
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wanted to post some of my Nikolle/Nikolle adjacent headcanons, im thinking about her again, cut for length
I also have a pinterest (there is some elettra stuff on there) and spotify playlist for her
I put her at just over 6ft tall as the tallest of the queens with thick, straight green hair that reached her waist and matching dark, green eyes.
+ Her teeth are sharper then you'd expect and her canines could be considered fangs
Her color scheme: green-blue-purple with silver accents
+ Was fully acclimated to living both in the ocean and on land. After 10-15 minutes in the water, Nikolle’s features would change to help her live in the water: webbed fingers and toes, the membrane on her feet would extend to create pseudo fins, gills become more pronounced and frills become exposed, a membrane forms over her ears and creates a fin-like structure.
The pools/fountains built for her were all saltwater and had plantlife installed, some of them even have marine life (possibly imported from kitalpha?)
She taught all of her children to swim personally as well as taught them as much Kitalphan as she was able.
Made promises to take her children home (which she never felt was Goldis) one day when things got better there: to meet their extended family and see all the beautiful, wonderful things she would tell them about
She preferred to go barefoot and would most often do so when she was in the gardens: when on her walks with Ta'jean she would often be seen holding a pair of sandals instead of wearing them.
+ While she doesn't like to wear much jewelry and keeps to a sea motif when she does, Nikolle does have a penchant for collecting bit, baubles, and shiny things. She was slightly ashamed of this habit and hid her collections.
+ One of the games she and her youngest would play would be to dive into the massive pools and see what they could find. Usually it was coins or random, heavy pieces people had simply dropped but sometimes it was jewelry: earrings and rings that had been lost, tiaras that had been dropped by rebellious children. Nikolle kept it all.
Wore high quality cotton and linen dresses most often, but was very casual about nudity and showing skin- at least in private. She still had an image to keep in the public eye.
Despite her size, had a low alcohol tolerance
+ Nikolle was often frustrated she was left out of her husband's work, the charities she was involved in could only do so much- she and Fenris had few fights and this frustration was the cause of most of them.
+ Nikolle was involved in charities and I believe one of them was to aid in disaster relief and later relocation for Kitalphans. If she had been well I think she would have made efforts to aid those who survived the collapse. But i think her efforts (especially off-world) were hampered by her government. In fact her funds and aid would have been capped and any efforts directly related to non-humans would have been paltry or simply not through the crown. Even as a beloved queen and wife she and her funds would have been closely watched.
+ Tried to befriend Lucrezia but quickly gave up; Nikolle may have been shy but did not tolerate the way Lucrezia would talk down to her or her children.
Would make an effort to play with all of the royal children, though her efforts were often rebuked with all but her own, especially as they got older.
+ Had a wonderful singing voice but was shy with it outside of people she was close to
Was physically strong enough to pick up both her toddlers at once and throw then into fountains (affectionate).
While Nikolle had always struggled with clinical depression, her mysterious mental illness that subsequently caused her debilitation was a case of early onset dementia. Early onset is just dementia that kicks in before the age of 65, and in all modern cases, it is fatal.
I could chalk it up to heartbreak/deep depression but the confusion and memory loss play heavily towards dementia
It had started to kick in a few years prior but with treatment, the progression was so slow to be considered a non-issue. However, it took a sharp nosedive when the news about Kitalphla falling reached her, just over 10 year prior to the coup/game beginning. (this would have been when the traveler was ~10)
The information she received was closely controlled and only made it worse, by design
Lucrezia, who had always resented her, saw an opportunity and controlled the information passed as well as convincing their husband to completely withdraw, likely withholding treatment, and some theorize she was actively poisoning Nikolle
Ta'jean made an effort to visit her friend but Nikolle being a shadow of herself and not being able to remember her at times (or her own children) made it too painful and she withdrew.
She was well taken care of by a personal team but within a few years was nothing like herself
The Stellar Queen's efforts to appeal to her people for relocation or treatment was met with solid rejection: they would do nothing seen as a boon or friendship with the Crown, they had already turned away thousands of Kitalphan refugees, and Ta'jean was nothing but an ornery spy to them with not nearly the authority she wanted.
Considering the Tilaari's healing specialty and that we're likely going to fix Vexx's brain, I genuinely believe they have a way to at least stop the brain from deteriorating
Arlo visited her most often, followed closely by Elettra (who would have come more often if not for her duties), while Sorren visited the least (not b/c he didn't care; it's difficult to see the people you love in that state)
Nikolle was ~51 when the coup occurred
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