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sequinsmile-x · 2 years

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To Have and to Hold

She wanted him. This. She didn't need anything else.

Part 1 of 2.

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Based on two prompts I got from anon, which are:

“I just want to relax in your arms” and “I could just stare at you forever” “Creep”

Both appear in part 2

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Words: 3.4k

Warnings: None for this part, part 2, however, will have smut.

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Emily sighs with relief as she watches the time on her computer click over to 5 pm. The weekend starts with little fanfare as she turns around in her chair to look at the team, smiling as she sees similar relief on all of their faces. Penelope is sitting on the edge of Spencer’s desk as she often did on Friday afternoons when they were in the office, her attention span waning as two days off drew near, the youngest member of the team the easiest to distract. Emily shakes her head at the pack of cards in between them, and she wonders if Aaron had looked down from his office to see members of his team playing poker during the working day, if he had simply just turned a blind eye.

“What’s everyone doing this weekend?” Penelope asks her enthusiasm as present as ever.

“Henry has been going on and on about the new exhibit at the museum,” JJ says, smiling despite the resignation in her voice, “Will and I are going to take him tomorrow.”

“Oh, Jack has been asking to go too,” Emily adds, “You’ll have to let me know what it’s like.”

“What about you and bossman, Em?” Penelope asks, always keen for an insight into their lives, no matter how small, “What are you doing?”

“Just the usual weekend things,” Emily replies, smiling softly, “Jack has soccer, and then we’ll take him for lunch at this diner he’s obsessed with.”

“The place with the coffee you hate?” Derek asks, his eyebrow raised, a teasing smile on his face that came out whenever they spoke about Jack. Her inability to say no to the young boy she loved as her own was well known amongst the team.

She groans, “Yes, but he likes the pancakes,” she smiles, “Aaron will just have to make me coffee at home.”

“Em?”

She turns to see Aaron standing outside his office, leaning over the railing with his briefcase in hand, and she wonders how long he’s been standing there.

“Hi, ready to go?” She asks hopefully, and he nods in response, making his way down the stairs. She stands quickly and grabs her bag, looking at the others as she gives them a quick wave, “See you all on Monday.”

“Have a good weekend you two,” Penelope calls after them, immediately distracted again by Spencer and his insistence that it was her turn in their game.

As always, Aaron keeps a respectable distance from Emily until they are alone in the elevator, his hand pressing into her lower back as they wait for the short journey to the ground floor.

“Just the usual weekend things?” Aaron says, an eyebrow raised at her in amusement when she looks up at him, “You are worryingly good at lying sometimes.”

She smiles brightly at him, and she leans in to kiss his cheek quickly, aware they were almost arriving at their destination, the elevator slowing as it reached the parking garage.

“It’s like you forget I used to be a spy.” She replies, and she winks at him as the doors to the elevator opens. She walks out towards their car, his gaze burning into her back as she goes.

___

One Month Earlier

It was Jack who’d told her.

A whispered, half-asleep, confession as he drifted off after the second story he’d convinced her to read to him.

“Daddy wants to marry you, he said you won’t be an evil stepmother like Cinderella’s.”

Emily can’t say she was surprised. They’d been together for a couple of years, they lived together in a house they had bought, the first place she had ever been able to truly call home. She wanted to marry Aaron, to be his wife, and she wanted to call him her husband. Her answer would only be yes.

But weeks had passed with nothing said or done, and she found herself going mad with it. Like the thought had been dangled in front of her and torn away, even though Aaron had no idea Jack had said anything to her about it, even though Jack didn’t remember.

She takes a deep breath as she pauses outside of his home office, a glass of scotch in each hand, and she walks in, smiling at him the second he looks up.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“Thought you could do with a drink,” she says holding the glasses up as she walks over, putting one in front of him, “You’ve been in here a while.”

“Sorry, Em, these budget reports are taking forever.”

She smiles down at him, her hand briefly running through his hair, her nails blunt against his scalp.

“Do you have 5 minutes?” She asks, not wanting to lose her brief window of bravery, the voice in the back of her head telling her to just talk to him about it louder than ever. Aaron smiles at her and pushes back from the desk, making room for her to climb into his lap.

“For you, always.” He replies. It was something she knew he learnt from his divorce, the ripple effects of the breakdown of his relationship with Haley still clear even now.

He always had time for her, for their relationship.

She beams at him as she sits down, curling up into his lap as she takes a sip of her drink. He wraps an arm around her to secure her to him. She turns her head so she can look at him, and she takes another sip of her drink, the burn in her throat going some way to take away from the unexpected anxiety.

“I know you’re planning to propose,” she says, her smile widens when his grip tightens on her, his head turning so fast to look at her that she’s sure he must have hurt his neck, “Jack told me,” she explains, answering the question he hadn’t asked.

He sighs, shaking his head slightly as he leans his forehead against her temple. “I didn’t even get the chance to buy the ring yet.”

“I don’t need that Aaron,” Emily replies, cupping his cheek to encourage him to look at her properly, “I just want to be married to you,” she smiles as she gently strokes at his jaw, his stubble poking at her skin, “I don’t want the fuss of an engagement, or a big wedding my mother will talk us into, I just want to be your wife.”

“Em.”

She can see it on his face, the doubt. The worry he’d be taking something from her, the big wedding and celebration he’d had with his first wife. She kisses him, a quick thing stamped against his lips, and she pulls back just far enough to speak.

“I mean it,” she whispers, her nose pressing into his cheek, “we should…just go get married.”

He looks like he’s going to argue, a protest on the tip of his tongue, but he stops himself, smiling at her.

“Ok,” he agrees, closing the small gap between them to kiss her, “What are you thinking?”

She bites her lower lip, a useless attempt to stop her smile from getting any wider. “You, me, and Jack, at the courthouse. Jessica should be there too, she can be a witness and then take Jack home. And then we should go to a hotel…celebrate.”

He laughs as she winks at him at the end of her sentence, “You’ve really thought about this.”

“Ever since Jack first mentioned it a few weeks ago.” She replies, and he groans, resting his head against her temple again. She chuckles and runs a hand through his hair, “What?”

“He didn’t even last a day before telling you.”

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Emily steps back from the mirror, taking in her appearance one last time as she straightens out the bottom of her jacket, making sure it was laying flat.

She’d settled on a suit for the wedding, not wanting the fuss of a dress, especially since they were simply going to the courthouse together. It was white and fitted, a purchase she had been proud of when she bought it only a week after her discussion with Aaron in their home office. She had paired it with a simple white camisole, and her white Louboutin’s, the splash of red on the sole matching her lipstick.

She’d spent the last month teasing Aaron with clues about her outfit, wanting the surprise of it to be the only aspect of a traditional wedding that they had. She can’t help but smile as she looks herself up and down. This wouldn’t have been how she’d pictured her wedding day when she was young, sure that she’d end up marrying someone her mother approved of, a big ceremony she didn’t want marking the start of the next phase of her life.

This would be different. Something intimate, simple.

There is a knock at the bathroom door, “Em, are you almost ready?” It makes her smile, and she looks at herself once more in the mirror.

This would be perfect for them.

She turns and opens the bathroom door, her smile widening as her eyes meet Aaron’s. He looks her up and down, taking a step back so he could take her in properly, an adoring look on her face.

“Sweetheart…” he says, drifting off as if he was lost for words. When they first got together, she sometimes found herself feeling almost uncomfortable with the way he revered her, his love for her so clear it took her breath away. Now she was used to it but never got bored of it. Desperate for more of his love, addicted in a way she had never anticipated she could be. “You look beautiful.”

She beams at him, her smile so wide she’s sure her face would split open from it, and she feels her cheeks blush slightly, her skin burning with it. She looks him up and down, taking her time to do so. He was wearing one of his suits he usually wore to work, with a new tie she’d bought him as a gift. Aaron had checked more than once that she didn’t want him to dress up anymore, saying he’d be happy to buy something new, but she’d refused.

She had fallen in love with him when he wore one of these suits, it only made sense that she’d marry him in one too.

She takes a step towards him and kisses him softly, careful not to print her lipstick on him. “You look pretty good yourself.” He reaches for her, his hand about to land on her hip, and she steps back, shaking her head at him, “I’d like to at least get to the courthouse before we get a mark on his suit.”

Aaron holds his hand up in understanding and quickly kisses her again, “You’d best keep Jack away from you then, I made him change but I swear he manages to get dirt on himself no matter what.”

Emily steps past him and into the bedroom, chuckling as she does, “Do you have the rings?”

He pulls a box out of his pants pocket, opening it to reveal twin platinum rings inside of it. The one intended for her had a line of diamonds set back into the band, a compromise between her and Aaron that satisfied his need to buy her something more classic, and her insistence she didn’t need an engagement ring, that she wanted a wedding ring that wouldn’t snag on gloves at a crime scene. They’d discussed it animatedly in the jewellery store, to the amusement of the girl who worked there, finally settling on what they had chosen.

“Got them,” he confirms, snapping the box closed and putting it back in his pocket, he offers her his hand and smiles at her, “Ready to go get married?”

She returns his smile and closes the gap between them, linking her fingers through his.

“I’ve never been so ready for anything.”

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“This is taking ages,” Jack says, resting his head on Emily’s shoulder, snuggling into her side as best as he can in the plastic chairs they were sitting in. She was sitting in between Jack and Aaron, one arm around the little boy, and her hand tangled up with Aaron’s. A purposeful move to ensure she didn’t pick at her cuticles, a nervous excitement thrumming under her skin.

Emily laughs and turns her head, kissing the top of his head, “I know, baby,” she says, leaning back to look at him, “They did say it would be a little while though, Saturday’s are their busiest days.”

“We’re going to the diner afterwards, right?” He asks, and it makes her smile widen.

She knew it wasn’t disinterest from the boy that was leading to his questions, just the attention span of a child who was reaching his limit. He was just as excited about the wedding as Emily and Aaron were, even more excited that it was a secret, something just between them.

“Yes, we’re going to the diner afterwards,” she confirms, wondering to herself what her mother would make of her having her wedding lunch in a diner where they made smiley face pancakes. “Even if they won’t recognise you in your nice suit instead of your soccer uniform.” she jokes, winking at him as he giggles.

“Applicants Hotchner and Prentiss?” The Judge says as he walks out of his chambers, a kind smile on his face. Emily feels Aaron squeeze her hand and she returns the affection before they stand together.

“That’s us,” Aaron says

“I’m Judge Crane, if you’d like to follow me,” he says, leading them into his office, smiling at Jack as he follows Emily and Aaron, Jessica’s hand on the young boy’s back to guide him,

“Well hello, young man,” Judge Crane smiles down at him, “Am I helping your parents get married today?”

“Oh, I’m not-” Emily starts, about to explain the very thing she had countless times to strangers since she and Aaron got together, but Jack cuts her off, a wide smile on his face.

“My Dad and my Emily,” he says, making all the adults in the room smile and Emily feels tears pressing at the back of her eyes.

“That’s lovely,” Judge Crane replies, looking up at Jessica, “If you two could stand at the back?”

“Of course,” Jessica says, her hand on her nephew’s shoulder as she guides him towards the back of the room.

“Now, let's get this show started,” Judge Crane says, standing behind his desk as Emily and Aaron stand on the other side. Aaron passes over the paperwork, and the judge looks over it, reading quickly, a sure sign he did this countless times a day. “I need to see some ID,” He adds without looking up, and Aaron and Emily both get their driving licenses out, already prepared for the question. Judge Crane takes them and briefly looks over them, before handing them back. “Ok this all seems to be in order, so let's get going.”

Aaron takes their driving licenses and pockets them both, before he reaches out for Emily’s hand, facing her as she turns to him.

“We are here today to participate in a marital union, acting in conformity with the laws and regulations of the Commonwealth of Virginia,” Judge Crane says, reeling it off like it was just a normal day, which, Emily supposed, for him it was. “Since it is your intention to enter marriage, please join hands and respond accordingly, Do you,” he checks the paperwork again, making Aaron exchange a smile with his soon-to-be wife, “Aaron Hotchner, take Emily Prentiss to be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold from this day forward? Do you promise to be faithful to her, to love, honour, cherish, and respect as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Aaron says, all of his focus on her, on the future they were about to embark on. She feels her heart swell in her chest, as if it had to grow to make more room just to fit all the love she had for him inside.

Judge Crane turns to Emily, “Your turn,” he smiles kindly, “Do you, Emily Prentiss, take Aaron Hotchner to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward? Do you promise to be faithful to him, to love, honour, cherish, and respect as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” she replies, her voice shaking as she does. She chokes out a sound that is a half laugh, and a half sob, shaking her head at herself for how her happiness was spilling out of her like this, her tears warm against her cheek.

Aaron reaches out and wipes them away, successfully ignoring the tears on his own lashline.

“Do you have rings?” Judge Crane asks, and Aaron nods at him, disentangling one of his hands from Emily’s to reach into his pocket, pulling out the box he had checked he had with him almost a dozen times since they left their house.

He takes both of the rings out, the weight of them familiar in his hand, a ghost of a memory of a past life, a time when he had done with someone else.

This time, he knew it would last forever.

“Aaron, as you place the ring on Emily’s finger, please repeat after me: This ring I give in token and pledge, as a sign of my love and devotion. With this ring, I thee wed.”

He smiles at her as he does it, his hand gentle as he holds hers, slipping the metal down her finger, the line of diamonds catching in the light.

“This ring I give in token and pledge, as a sign of my love and devotion. With this ring, I thee wed,” he repeats, and this time his voice breaks. Emily smiles at him, reaching out and wiping tears from his cheek, returning the favour from just a minute before.

“Your turn, Emily.” Judge Crane says, and Aaron hands over the ring and she takes it from him.

She’s grateful that if he notices it, which she has no doubt that he does, Aaron doesn’t draw attention to how her hands shake as she slides the ring onto his finger, her voice surprisingly even as she repeats the same words back at him. Emily looks over to where Jack and Jessica are standing, sharing a smile with the latter as she sees her wipe a tear from her own cheek.

Judge Crane stamps the paperwork in front of him with such ferocity it makes Emily jump, the loud noise briefly bringing her back to earth as she shares an amused smile with Aaron, turning to look at the man in front of them.

“I need you to sign these,” he says, handing each of them a pen. They briefly separate from each other, both leaning down to sign the pieces of paper in front of them. Judge Crane picks them back up and smiles at them. “According to the laws of the Commonwealth of Virginia, I now declare you husband and wife.”

Aaron leans in and kisses her, the action lost in her wide smile, their first kiss as husband and wife a clash of teeth and happiness in equal measure. She vaguely hears a small cheer from where Jack and Jessica are standing, quiet applause as the two of them clap, but it’s faint, as if behind a glass wall. All of her focus on her husband.

She pulls back from him, her hand on his cheek and she smiles, leaning in to stamp another quick kiss against his lips.

“I love you,” she says, her hand still on his cheek.

“I love you too,” he repeats, kissing her again.

“Congratulations,” Judge Crane says, the tone of his voice, and the smile on his face, telling them he wanted them out of his office.

“Thank you,” Aaron says, squeezing Emily’s hand as he leads her out of the office, hearing the judge call out for the next couple as soon as they are out of the door.

“What now?” Jack asks as soon as they are in the hallway, looking up at them.

Aaron wraps his arm around Emily, his hand at her hip, and he squeezes. “We’ll go for lunch,” he says, leaning down to kiss her, unable to stop himself, “and then we’ll go from there.”

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chessdaze · 4 years

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Three Wishes Institute - A TWST fanschool

Reposting this as I’ve changed my URL which broke all the links in my previous lore post, and since I’ve gotten a lot of new followers lately and wanted them to be able to read it properly.

First off, as a concept, Three Wishes is a fanschool for twisted wonderland that involves characters that are considered ‘side’ or ‘background’ or even ‘comic relief’ characters from disney franchises. Right now I only have 6 dorms, and characters range from being on both ‘good’ and ‘bad’ sides of a story.

Here’s the lore rundown for the main school itself and a brief summary on the dorms and characters I will be designing for them. Under readmore cause this is HELLA long and I don’t want to make people scroll for forever:

The overall story of Three Wishes:

The Headmistress and Master, Amelia Bell and Reed Dearly (based on Anita and Roger from 101 dalmatians), only recently got the school property. Before them, the school was known to be really rundown, a failure, and pretty much on the verge of closing. While it was a school for magic, it was like all the magic was zapped out of the school itself. It was filled with delinquents and very few students who actually cared. Most dropped out if anything.

Amelia was a teacher at the school for a little over a year and the only teacher that students really respected and bothered showing up to class for. She hated seeing the school in the state it was in and tried pleading with the headmistress of the school to try and change things - however was constantly told it was too late and that the school would be closing. It did, and Amelia had to look for jobs elsewhere. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she could have done more and found herself drawn back to the crumbling school on more than one occasion. She decided to sneak in one day to see if she could find a hint of anything from the old headmistress - who had disappeared without a trace - to see if she could get in contact with her. This wasn’t her idea of course, but her (boyfriend at the time) Reed’s.

Eventually they did track down the headmistress and found her terribly ill. Amelia insisted that the two of them care for her, despite all that the headmistress had done to shun Amelia beforehand. They did, and during that time Amelia explained the hopes she had previously had for the school - she said how she wanted a school that anyone could feel welcome to apply, and not have some special ceremony for acceptance (like the carriages for NRC). She believed people could be equals and that as a magical community they should all help one another. The old headmistress was moved by Amelia’s words and when she back to health she revealed herself to be a powerful sorceress (the enchantress from Beauty and the Beast. No design as of now). She explained she had been looking for a worthy successor for the school and her magic but didn’t find Amelia fitting at the time, but saw the kindness in Amelia’s heart and offered her the deed to the school and the surrounding grounds. She wanted to see what Amelia would do with the school and was interested if she could really bring a community together like she explained. Then, she disappeared.

Amelia and Reed worked to renovate the school, taking nearly 2 years on the project. Amelia comes from a wealthy family, but even then funds were not endless, so a lot of fundraising was done to also raise awareness for the reopening school. At first there wasn’t much interest but it slowly got more and more traction. With donations and family money, they were able to complete the school. The two of them also got engaged during this time. Even with them rebuilding the mainschool and doing some maintenance on the dorms themselves, there are some secrets that even the two of them are still learning, as the sorceress took off before giving them the full details on the school itself.

The school’s aim is to not only teach its students magic, but the foundation of being a good person, being helpful and selfless. The school holds a lot of community and fundraising events, and there is even a mandatory volunteering class where students have to spend a certain amount of hours volunteering for a local community service. This school hopes to bridge the gap between the elite and average magic users, showing that deep down everyone is human and deserving of respect and a chance to grow.

This school doesn't have completely different areas for the dorms and it's all actually located on a large campus ground.The main school building is about 4 stories, there's a greenhouse and an auditorium in separate buildings.

The dorms are all two or three stories and are all relatively distant from each other, enough to give each dorm a good spot of land around it. Think a mansion with a large yard. When passing through the front gate for the dorm there's magic that makes it appear in a slightly different scenery - so the students don't always have the school looming in the background and can relax. The dorm's scenery is different between each dorm and it can change with each 'dorm representative'.

There aren't really dorm 'leaders' as there are representatives. Normally about two or three for each dorm - though can only be one if the person proves themselves to be capable / no one else is voted. Each dorm will have a meeting once a month to go over things that the dorm needs to address either internally or with the school or other dorms, and then the representatives bring those concerns to a meeting with the school's staff and other dorm representatives. Think more like a student council and class presidents. The representatives make almost all decisions together. Reps are voted for each year within a dorm, and the voting is taken pretty seriously.

The dorm rep duties outside of the meetings is mostly just like a college RA. They make sure people are following the rules, help solve problems between students in their dorm, plan and hold events, etc.

The dorms:

While students are separated into dorms in this school, the headmaster and mistress try to stress the fact that they are all one community. Friendly rivalry is encouraged but ultimately the matter of dorms is just where the students end up living and placing them near people who can better help those around them. The two in charge don’t want the dorms to become too competitive or to alienated from one another - so there’s actually a lot of cross dorm events and even friends staying over at other friends dorms for days on end at times.

As a note, as long as it’s not inappropriate, students are encouraged to wear anything they want as their ‘dorm uniform’. Standard school uniforms are required on the main campus but as Headmaster Reed puts it - there’s no reason for them to tell the students what to wear in their own house. Plus, the school isn’t as well funded as most other private schools, so not having a lot of uniforms to keep up with is better for them in the long run. They don’t even have a formal ceremonial robe like NRC does, but I will be posting about the uniforms in a different post.

Now onto the dorms themselves.

Cinderella dorm: Nightingale Founded on the hard work and dedication of a princess’s companions, members of this dorm are no strangers to teamwork and getting the job done. It’s said that there’s no miracle students in this dorm can’t pull off in a short amount of time. Members of this dorm are close and they will drop anything they’re doing to help another.