#this took...forever :catlying:

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* 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 ━ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄.

last update : 09/11.

nb : things here are up to changing once i plot more.

𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  

for most of the evening, aerea spent in apparent undisturbed bliss. she danced, she drinked, she laughed — as one of the few truly content for the wedding, she tried not to let anything be soured.

aerea was with aster by the time the chaos began; they parted with a kiss, and mutual compromise to go towards their family, with aster’s promise to go to their nephew and niece on the nursery.

she first found rhaegar, and while they were both inclined to go to the dragonpit, they were told the king and their sibling, vasila, was already on it. believing the king would have sent the queen to safety, aerea convinced rhaegar of that, and the duo went to search for daemon. 

before going to dragonstone, she met up with aegon, who told her of aster and vasila’s injury. despite begging her brother to stay with the rest of the family in dragonstone, aegon had his own family to think of, and they both parted with teary eyes. aerea, then, holds a resentment she promised to last, as she had wished for the family to stay united in their grief, and there was never any thought of going anywhere but dragonstone for her.

aerea, rhaegar and daemon stayed at dragonstone with the rogare family, and were most likely together when the news of the queen’s death was announced. the night was extremely traumatic to aerea, who had lost her home and her mother, and she most likely spent the week running on fury and sorrow.

by choosing dragonstone, aerea does not pick between brothers — but sees it as the most obvious, closest safe haven while their true home is gone, however that does not diminish the fact that she has picked a side, and will most likely not stray from it.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘𝐍

for the week the royal family remained around the crownlands, aerea tried to distract herself. without two of her ladies, she felt even more despondent; of cerenna’s injuries she would hear a day or two at most after the wedding, but emmelyne was too entranced by her husband - to - be, enough so to forget of her, so it was only by the storm’s end’s maester’s quill that the princess would hear of her cousin’s sign of life, which did little to restrain her anger and sadness.

so she focused on her remaining company ( the rogare, her brothers, her cousin aelinor ) and she wrote letters to her friends to check on them ( not emmelyne, whom she decided to ignore ), and was mostly kept out of the meetings and decision that lead to the attack to the vale. she did believe their wrath was righteous, that the arryn deserved what was coming for them, but she was not allowed to partake in the takeover, instead staying in dragonstone with shaera and the rogare until they were summoned to the vale for the funeral.

the arrival to the vale was more traumatic than cathartic, but she had no time nor thought to mourn for treacherous strangers when she was instead more worried about her siblings. she listened to rhaegar’s tale of the story, made sure daemon didn’t skip his meals, tried to hug dad once or twice, helped nursing vasila and talked things over with aegon. the horrors were too much for the family to stay distant, so they made up then, though aerea did tell him she’d still stay with daemon on dragonstone. 

during the funeral, she helped holding vasila up, and during the week they stayed on the not destroyed parts of the old arryn stronghold, she paid extra attention to her sibling, apologizing for elaena. once the king dismissed them, she returned to dragonstone with rhaegar and daemon, giving teary goodbyes to the kin who would return to summerhall.

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐍𝐄 

aerea has no sentiment towards the ironborn, nor the kraken disaster. may have giggled about it with larra rogare, actually.

if anything, she’s too busy with her own issues, focusing on the crownlands. she sends weekly ravens to father ( who goes unanswered, but that’s nothing uncommon ), keeps rhae in arm’s length, and advises pesters daemon to focus on the rebuilding of the crownlands, to be a frequent presence, viewed as someone doing good rather than a destructor.

while elaena has free rein around dragonstone, aerea warns the she - dragon not to stray any further, and if the princess is to go anywhere else, her dragon — who has teasingly been dubbed the pink dread, a nickname that may have spread across the small folk in a not so friendly tone —  is to remain in sight ( aerea does not tell anyone that she’s scared the anti targaryen sentiment will end up hurting elaena, who is not so innocent, but is still one of her dearest companions ).

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐖𝐎

emmelyne and aerea meet in dragonstone when emmelyne comes to claim her dowry rights. it does not go well, and aerea, despite finding the taxing a bit severe, sides with her father, notoriously saying that if the baratheon boy loved emmelyne so, then he would have her even a pauper.

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

aerea continues writing to her friend across westeros, finding that, despite her own distaste for it, she has developed a habit of writing her own letters, as they do bring her joy during such bleak moments. she gets information from the westerlands mostly from cerenna lannister, whom does not return to her service due to her own rest and the unrest around the westerlands.

besides improving her penship, aerea continues focusing on her siblings. previously the one with the most penchant for ignoring and jumping out of responsibilities, she has been working hard on standing by the crownlands and overseeing the rebuild of the red keep, checking on rhaegar ( even calling his paramour, addisyn to dragonstone as if they came for her ) and hoping her sister in law, shaera, can soon grace the gloomy keep ( despite aerea and the rogare’s best efforts to brighten it up ) with children running around — aerea may be opposite for having one of her own, but she believes an heir could give them all more stability. 

around two months ago, aerea and rhaegar traveled to storm’s end for emmelyne celtigar and stefan baratheon’s wedding. despite still being upset about her cousin abandoning her ( in aerea’s acerbic words ), she could not miss the ceremony ( and her gift to the bride and groom would be an expensive one too ), though she does not remain for much longer on the stormlands, and instead makes her way to summerhall. there, she finally meets a very pregnant alerie, and reunites with her siblings, some of whom she had not seen in a few moons. by the end of the moon, she also reencounters aster tyrell, for the first time since the night of the red keep destruction. aerea finds herself smiling way easier around her tyrells, despite the faint awkwardness of being apart for so long, when they have all considerably changed.

𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐈𝐈  

aerea is not truly happy to be in the vale — new valyria, she speaks between her teeth, with a practiced smile — for her memories of it are bad ones, and she hates the cold, and none of the compliments she spews about the renovations seem sincere, even when she tries to make them convincing. she is beyond uncomfortable, and while she was content and careless in hosting visitors before, when she believed them unable to do anything to harm their own, now she is more guarded, anxious, and her tongue most likely sharper. 

she thinks lucerys should focus on their actual home, the red keep, and finds herself more grumbly and displeased about her father than she has ever been — even more so than when she was sent like a commodity to the haen in lys. still, she loves lucerys, and wants so badly to be loved back, to have him recognize her efforts in improving their true home and the reputation of their house; it is her name day soon enough, and she wants little else but to be able to return to normalcy, even if she has to swallow the poison in her mouth and smile until it hurts, a ghost of what she used to be before first encountering misery.

#murder tw #death tw #funeral tw #familial death tw #fire tw #⧼ update ⧽ — 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍. #this took...forever :catlying:

[dc41896]

Small Mishaps

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: All fluff💕

“Da-yee!”

Chris couldn’t help the smile tugging on the corners of his mouth as he heard the shouting of his newest nickname paired with little feet padding closer to his office.

“Yes bae-yee?” As if on cue, he turns to see the dangling plaits and toothy smile of his four year old, Kira, looking like the exact copy of him at that age and even displaying the same seemingly unending energy.

“Spa now?!,” she asks lightly tugging his hand to make him get out of his chair.

“Give me a second, let me make this last note,” he answers lifting her to sit on his lap. With a small huff, she wraps her arms around his neck making him chuckle from her cheek being pressed so closely against his. Ever since early this morning all she wanted to do was play her new game with him, but each time she asked he always said the same thing.

Later.

To anyone else, later might’ve been fine. However to a toddler, later was an unknown answer that just made her antsy as she looked at that ticking thing on the wall wondering when later would come.

“How long’s a second?”

“Well uh mathematically speaking, it’s much shorter than a minute.”

“Oh...what’s mat-tick-catly?” Head tilted back, his laugh echoes throughout the office and into the halls at his daughter’s attempt to repeat the challenging word.

“It’s just a big word for numbers,” he smiles kissing the top of her head. “Nothing you need to worry about until you get older and go to school. But hey guess what?”

“Hmm?!”

“I’m done, which means-,”

“Spa!!! Cmon da-yee you’re gonna look so pretty!,” she excitedly claps, leaping from his lap and pulling an amused Chris behind her.

———

“There, now no touch!,” Kira orders with a pointed finger making Chris hold up his hands in surrender as he chuckled.

“You got it.”

“And what’s going on here?” Back from your run with Dodger, you lean on the doorframe giggling as you take in the sight in front of you. Sat on the tile floor with one leg crossed over the other, white cream speckled with orange dots messily covered his forehead, nose, and cheeks while your daughter squat beside your nighttime bag rummaging through your products.

“Kira wanted to play spa, so I’m her customer.”

“Here you go,” she smiles handing him a single square of tissue paper.

“What’s this?”

“I think that’s your bill honey,” you quietly laugh as your daughter nods her head.

“Five monies please!”

“Kira, you’re gonna make your dear old dad pay? After all the fun we’ve had?” Rocking back and forth on her feet, her eyes roam around the room waiting for her requested payment and making Chris shake his head as he chuckles.

“I’ll give you cookies...”

Smile lighting up her face, she takes the piece of paper from his hands and instead gives it to you leaving you silent with mouth slightly agape. “Your turn mommy!”

“Let’s get this off of daddy’s face first then after I shower we can work on me,” you smile watching her reach for the silver handles of the facet before being placed on the counter by your husband. Slowly tip toeing to your phone, you return pressing record just in time to catch their cute exchange as your daughter dangles her feet back and forth.

“Now you look pretty forever and ever!”

“Forever and ever?! What magic did you use huh?,” he asks tickling her side. Zipping her lips, she shakes her head making her plaits wildly swing around.

“Nope, it’s a secret,” she giggles holding onto his hand and playing with the silver band on his finger.

The following morning, the Evans household started as usual these last couple months. Sunlight peaking through the curtains. Chris groaning as he begrudgingly gets up to use the bathroom leaving you lying in bed snuggling with the comforter until he would return taking its place. Taking over his side of the bed, you smiled to yourself waiting to hear his deep chuckle followed by the feeling of soft hands gently lifting your “sleeping” body and keeping you close to him while you both lied in comfortable silence.

Instead, you felt your arm being frantically shaken by your husband repeatedly beckoning you to wake up.

“Babe. Babe!”

“Hmm what’s wrong?,” you groggily ask rubbing your eyes to help you see clearer. Small red sploches dotting his face, you rise on your knees getting closer to his face making sure what you were seeing was in fact true. “What happened to your face?”

“I don’t know. I just noticed it when I went to the bathroom.”

“Does it itch?”

“A little. Do you think it was the mask?”

“Maybe, do you remember if she used anything else from my bag?” Shrugging his shoulders, there’s a momentary silence before his palm hits his forehead as he silently curses.

“Of course this happens on the day I’m supposed to talk with Jimmy Fallon.”

“Listen it’s okay, we’ll hopefully have you fixed before then. Just let me think of what could help.”

“Mommy! Da-yee!” As if on cue, Kira runs into your bedroom using the bench at the end of the bed to climb in and stand next to you. “Ooh I want face paint too!”

“It’s not face paint honey, daddy might’ve had a reaction to the mask from last night.”

“Reaction?,” she asks slightly tilting her head.

“Yea, like when you ate peaches that one day and your tongue was itchy and cheeks got puffy? That’s a reaction.”

“Ohh...I hurt da-yee?” Frowning with pouted lips, Chris picks her up smoothing the frizz from her hair as he kisses her temple.

“Noo no sweetie you didn’t hurt me. I promise I’m fine, my face just looks a little funny.”

“Mommy’s special tube didn’t work.”

“Special tube?,” you both inquire looking puzzled. Nodding her head, she nervously wrings her hands together afraid of your coming reactions.

“The white one.”

“Ohhh...”

“I’m guessing this white tube is what caused me to look like a Dalmatian with red spots?,” Chris asks slightly rocking Kira back and forth.

“Yea, it’s my acne gel. I call it my special tube because only I can use it sweetie,” you answer lightly rubbing her back.

“Ohh, sorry.”

“It’s okay, let’s not use it anymore though. Especially on daddy’s delicate skin.”

“Delicate?,” he asks raising an eyebrow in amusement making you laugh.

“Babe you even said so yourself that you have sensitive skin, don’t start,” you laugh stepping out of bed. “Now let me go get the rash cream.”

“Wait, rash cream?”

“You have a better idea?” Groaning as he rolls his eyes, Kira places her hands on either side of his beard before kissing his cheek.

“No worry da-yee, mommy can fix it.”

“I hope you’re right bae-yee,” he smiles blowing raspberries on her cheek making her wildly giggle.

———

“Okay first it was poor Dodger’s haircut now this?! What is going on in the Evan’s household during this quarantine?,” Jimmy asks trying to hide his laughter but failing.

Sat at the island in his kitchen, he chuckles to himself while shaking his head at his current predicament. Surprisingly the rash cream did help a bit, but the red spots were still evident on his face although a bit lighter in color.

Especially now currently being in the room with the best lighting.

“Well uh as you can see it’s been a bit eventful,” he laughs as he runs a hand through his brown locs. “Kira’s been watching her mom do her nighttime routine so now her favorite game to play is Spa. Long story short some things didn’t agree with my skin when we played yesterday.”

“Ohh noo,” he laughs covering his mouth with his hands. “Are you okay though? How did she react when she saw you?”

“Yea I’m fine. It was a bit itchy but now it’s starting to fade away, and at first she thought it was face paint, but after telling her what happened she felt bad because she thought she hurt me. So now she’s been checking on me and making sure I’m okay.”

“And speaking of, looks like she’s here to check on you now.” Turning around, he smiles seeing his little girl in her jean overalls raised on her tip toes trying to get a look at Chris. Waving her over, she nervously steps to her father before he sits her on his lap.

“Hi Kira! How are you?”

“Good,” she shyly replies playing with her braid.

You tried to keep her occupied during his time away with his interview, but your sneaky little one took advantage of your lapse of judgement when distracted by your phone. She said she was going to the bathroom and by the time you thought you should walk with her, you could hear feet scurrying down the hall towards the kitchen.

Catching the corner of his eye, you mouth “sorry” before he smiles mouthing back “it’s okay” and giving you a quick thumbs up.

“And how do you like being home with your parents this whole time?”

“I-I like it. We get to play a lot!,” she smiles making both men lightly chuckle.

“So your dad tells me you like to play a game called Spa. Is that something you’d want to do when you get older?” Nodding her head, she giggles looking up at her father as he kisses the top of her head.

“Well I already know you’ll do such a good job with your own spa one day from this video from a little birdie’s instagram.” As he plays the short clip of Chris and Kira talking in the bathroom while he washes off his mask, he meets your eyes shaking his head as you innocently shrug your shoulders as if you didn’t know anything.

“Hmm I wonder whose Instagram you got that from?”

“You know I can’t reveal my sources,” Jimmy laughs. “The adventures of being a girl dad though right?”

“Yea, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it,” Chris smiles holding onto his baby girl as she latches around his neck.

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