Sun Goddess

Alectrona Elidi | Sun Goddess Sun Clan Leader & Warrior Owner of Remember, Remember

[alectronathegoddess]

Is that GAL GADOT? No, that’s just ALECTRONA ELIDI. They were born on 18/10/1985 and are a SUN FAIRY living in Northknot Town. They work as the OWNER OF REMEMBER, REMEMBER/SUN FAIRY CLAN LEADER. Some say they're STRONG and COMPASSIONATE, but I’ve heard others say they're HIGHLY COMPETITIVE and STUBBORN. When you think of HER, don’t you think of SUNRISE CRACKING OPEN THE HORIZON, A SMALL LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS, & DAYBREAK IN HUMAN FORM?

Name: Alectrona Aurelius Elidi Pronunciation: aa-LEK-truh-nuh aw-REE-lee-uhs eh-LID-ee Nickname(s): Alec, Allie, Ari Birthday: October 18th Age: 40 Zodiac Sign: Libra Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Scorpio Rising Gender: Cis-Female Pronouns: She/Her Species: Sun Fairy Orientation: Bisexual Occupation: Owner of Remember, Remember/Sun Fairy Clan leader Faceclaim: Gal Gadot

HEADCANONS

She has a very serious aura around her but she’s like super sweet unless she feels threatened.

It’s rare but she smiles.

Outside of the store and her dwelling, you’ll most likely find her in a gym, out in the field doing combat training but more than likely, at home with her daughter.

She lost her parents as a teen; her aunt raised her from then until she passed away herself.

She was the youngest person to take over a clan (although her aunt was her regent).

She has very strong opinions and it takes an entire village to get her to change her mind and sometimes that doesn’t work.

Most of the items in her antique store were found by her or her family when they went exploring.

She’s very in tune with her sexuality and likes to flirt.

Has a daughter, Felicity Iliana who is 3 as of October 20th with Jonathan Henderson.

She has a tough exterior, kind of restless but is learning to be more chill.

She is very close with the younger faes in her clan because they spend a lot of time training together.

Her parents’ names were Solis & Liora Elidi

APPEARANCE

Alec exudes a radiant, almost solar-like presence. Her golden wings shimmer with the light of the sun, creating a warm, ethereal glow around her. Her long, straight hair cascades down her back in luminous, sunlit strands, often catching the light and creating a halo effect. She favors a palette of sun-kissed yellows, dazzling whites, and rich golds, which accentuate her bright, commanding aura. Her attire is both elegant and functional, reflecting her dual roles as a fierce leader and a dedicated mother; flowing gowns or fitted combat gear, depending on the occasion. Alec strides with unwavering confidence, her posture proud and regal, yet her gaze can shift from intense and focused to soft and tender when she’s with her daughter. Despite her imposing exterior, there’s an undeniable warmth that emanates from her, especially when she’s in her element, surrounded by those she cares for.

PERSONALITY

Alec is a force to be reckoned with; radiant, commanding, and unapologetically strong. She exudes confidence and independence, balancing her roles as a fierce clan leader, a loving mother, and a savvy businesswoman with remarkable poise. Alec’s serious demeanor and decisive nature make her a natural leader but her warmth shines through in her devotion to her family and her clan. While fiercely protective and stubborn, she’s also adventurous and flirty with a spark that draws others to her. Beneath her tough exterior lies a deep well of compassion and vulnerability, though she’s hesitant to let it show. Restless and driven, she’s always striving to improve, whether in the training field, the antique shop, or as a mother. Though her strength sometimes isolates her, Alectrona is learning to let others in, allowing herself to breathe and embrace the warmth she so often shares with others.

AESTHETIC

powerful - sun rays - gold & silver - birds flying past the sun - a small light in the darkness - pixie dust - large boulders - diamonds - rustic artifacts - an ethereal glow - majestic wings - radiant dawn - ancient sun symbols - gleaming armor - sunlit shadows - solar flares - golden heat - sunrise cracking open the horizon - the metallic tang of power gathering beneath her skin - sunbursts etched into ancient stone - silver lacquered over molten gold - shadows that shimmer instead of darken - heat mirages that bend the air around her - the faint crackle before a solar flare hits - rings of light expanding from her palms - a heartbeat that sounds like sunlight striking metal - gilded ruins where the sun never sets - sunbeams splitting through storm clouds - the way dawn feels like a promise she made ages ago - warmth that can heal or scorch - daybreak in human form

CONNECTIONS

Confidant (Natalie) A good friend of hers; could have grown up together, could’ve met later in life. However, this person can actually get her to relax, laugh and smile without having to work hard for it. 

The Shadow from the Past Someone connected to the attack that took her parents’ lives: either a survivor, a witness, or even someone with ties to the aggressors. They’ve resurfaced after all these years, stirring old wounds and possibly offering information Alec desperately needs. But can she trust them?

The Young Protege (Kinsey) A younger fairy (or another supernatural being) in the clan who idolizes Alec and follows her everywhere, eager to learn from her. They remind Alec of her younger self; determined, a little reckless, and always ready for a fight.

BIOGRAPHY

tw: parent death, pregnancy

“In the Sun, I feel as one.”

She was truly a gift from the sun; at least that’s what her mother would tell her all the time growing up. It didn’t take long for the little girl to really believe it. Alectrona was born a serious soul; they would joke that she was an old man reincarnated as a baby. She thought hard and long before she spoke and was always looking for the next challenge. Her parents stressed patience often but that didn’t mean she listened. Alec moved and moved fast; her schedule always full but mostly with becoming the strongest warrior in her clan. She knew one day, she’d become the leader of their clan and she swore to always protect it.

“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”

What Alectrona didn’t know is that no matter how fast she moves, the world will always move faster. She was only in high school when the world took her parents from her. She woke up that morning with her aunt, Helaine, at her bedside. The look on her face was pure distraught as she recounted the events to the then fifteen year old. Her parents and aunt traveled to their old home only to be met with hatred and pure iron. Helaine barely escaped with her life. She took in the young sun fairy and took over as clan leader until Alectrona came of age.

“I’ll Find Strength in Pain.”

Her parents’ death weighed heavily on the young fairy… she never thought she’d measure up to them. It only closed her off more. Alectrona spent all of her time on the field training, preparing to take over the clan. Her goal was to be able to protect her people against any threat. Once she took over, she had the entire clan focus more on how to protect themselves; fight back instead of their main defense being to hide. There were still times when her parents’ death would get to her but that’s when she’d take to the field to train.

“Hope Is The Only Thing Stronger Than Fear.”

When Alec’s not out in the field training, she’s more than likely at her family’s antique store. She works or trains most of the time but when she finds herself needing a break, she’ll be at a bar, drinking and shamelessly flirting her night away. That’s how she found herself pregnant and not knowing who the father was. She had slept with two men during the conception period. After letting them both know, separately, they were both active in her and her child’s life all the way up until the time Alectrona finally got a DNA test.

“To let go means to let be.”

Now that Alec’s a mother to a beautiful little girl, she’s been trying to relax more. However, the attacks that started a few years ago have her on edge. She’s always training and each time, younger and younger faes begin combat training. She was determined not to lose anyone else. Her serious demeanor sometimes clouds her judgment and it takes her a while to let her guard down but she is learning to let others in. For instance, she is dating her daughter’s father. Sometimes, Alec just needs reminders to breathe.

[immcrtalsx]

Jonathan listened to the doctor with a tightness in his chest. He wasn't in OB or trauma but he didn't need to be to know what that meant. Placental abruption. He let out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding, "The babies..." he muttered under his breath. This was serious for both his wife and children and it took everything in him to keep it together. He had to think about Felicity.

Not at all surprised to hear that Felicity had been the one to call 911, Jon held her tighter in his arms, "You did good, baby," he said reassuringly, "You called them like we told you and they brought mommy here. The doctors are the best there are. They're daddy's friends and they will look after her," he explained. He couldn't promise anything more than that because the outcome was always impossible to know until the end.

Alec's voice pierced through him like a knife, painfully sliding between his ribs. He looked past the doctor to the double doors before returning the gaze to them, pleading in his eyes, "I know I can't be in there, any surgery. I know it's because she's family but can I see her please? Let her know that I'm here?"

There was hesitation in the doctor's eyes, "Please," Jon repeated, insistent. The hesitation shifted and he stepped back to let him pass. Jonathan gave Felicity to the police officer with a quick kiss to her forehead, assuring her she would be right back. Pushing through the doors, he found Alec and stood by her head, "Alec, I'm here," he said softly. He carefully placed a hand on hers, not wanting to hurt her. The doctors worked around them quickly but the world slowed, "It's going to be okay. The doctors are going to treat you. They're the best," he repeated the words to his daughter because he believed it, "I've got Felicity, we're good. Just fight, okay? I love you."

[alectronathegoddess]

The world came back in fragments. Light. Noise. Pain. And then him. Alec’s lashes fluttered, heavy, stubborn, like even now she refused to go quietly. It took effort to focus, to drag her gaze through the blur of movement and masks and urgency until it landed on something steady. Something familiar. Jon. Her fingers twitched in his, weak but intentional, like a pulse answering his voice. “Hey…” it came out barely there, breath thin, but there was a ghost of her usual warmth tucked inside it. Like she was trying to make it sound normal. Like this was just another day. It wasn’t. Her grip tightened as much as she could manage when the pain hit again, sharper this time, stealing the air from her lungs. A broken inhale. A quiet, involuntary sound she didn’t quite manage to swallow down. Alec turned her head just enough toward him, eyes glassy but locked in. Anchored. “Don’t—” she tried, voice catching. She swallowed, tried again, stubborn even now. “Don’t let them...” A faint, shaky exhale. “I need you here.”

“Sir, we need to move—” one of the doctors started, urgency threading through their tone as hands adjusted lines, monitors beeping faster now.

Alec’s fingers clung to his, like she could hold him there by sheer will alone. “Felicity?” she whispered, panic flickering back to life under the haze. Her eyes fall shut for half a second then her hand shifted, dragging weakly from Jon’s to her stomach, protective even through the tremor. “They’re… still moving,” she murmured, more to him than anyone else. Like she needed him to hear it. To hold onto it. “Our twins are fighters.” Another wave crashed through her, stronger, and this time she couldn’t hide it. Her body tensed, breath hitching hard as the monitor spiked.

“BP’s dropping again—”

Alec’s eyes snapped back open, panic cutting through the fog now. She looked at him like she was memorizing him. Every line. Every detail. “I love you,” she said, clearly somehow this time, even as everything else slipped. Fierce. Certain. No room for doubt. “In case I—” Her voice broke, just for a second, just enough to betray the fear she’d been holding back this whole time. “Jon, in case I—”

[immcrtalsx]

Jon grinned, pulling her back into a kiss, "Oh yeah, I definitely know that," he agreed, "And you're playing a dangerous game, love," he added, his hips shifting upward to meet hers as she shifted. He didn't even wait when she mentioned having the house to themselves - as if he didn't already know. He stood up, lifting her with him and moved quickly to get them to the bedroom. He placed Alex down on the ground, finding her lips again quickly and pulling her flush against him.

[alectronathegoddess]

Alec barely had time to catch her breath before the floor disappeared beneath her feet—his hands, solid, sure, lifting her like the decision had already been made. She laughed, breathless and exhilarated, legs instinctively wrapping around him as he carried her down the hall. “See?” she murmured against his mouth, fingers fisting in his shirt. “This is why I pretend I’m in charge.” By the time he set her down in the bedroom, her confidence softened into something quieter, heavier—heat pooling low as she let him crowd her space, back brushing the edge of the bed. Her hands slid up his arms, slower now, yielding on purpose. “You win,” she whispered, eyes dark and steady on his. A beat. A smile—small, knowing. “For the night.”

[immcrtalsx]

Jon had just walked out of a surgery. It was a surgery he performed often and had become a walk in the park. He often left them feeling a lot lighter, especially when he had a big surgery coming up, which he did. He had just enough time to grab something to eat while an intern prepped the patient. His pager beeped on his belt and just as he picked it up to read it, an announcement came over the intercom. Doctor Henderon to the ER, Doctor Henderson to the ER.

A sudden sinking feeling washed over him. He knew the voice on the intercom. A nurse who often worked surgeries with him. While others might have heard a fairly calm voice, asking for a doctor, he heard the slight lilt of panic in her voice. Something was wrong. His pager confirmed it. Since picking it up, there had been several more beeps. More than one doctor was paging him and a few nurses too. This wasn't standard procedure for a cardio consult or even a cardio emergency. This was different.

Jonathan broke out into a run. He wasn't far from the ER and nearly slammed into more than one person on his way there but he didn't stop. He came all but screeching to a halt and looked around. Blood was rushing in his ears or maybe his heart was pounding... maybe it was both. He felt as though he couldn't catch his breath as he tried to focus long enough to find one of the doctors who had paged him. His tunnel vision finally focused on the ER board. Alectrona Elidi... He tried to read the words on the board, any other information but it all blurred. He tried looking again.

"Daddy!"

Jon fell to his knees then and there. His eyes landed on his daughter and he opened his arms for her. He held her tight, letting out a small sigh of relief. He knew Alectrona was the one admitted but knowing his daughter was safe, brought him a small amount of comfort.

"Daddy, mommy fell."

He pulled away and placed a hand on either side of Felicity's face. Despite knowing she was okay, he looked her up and down for injuries before meeting her gaze with a furrowed brow, "What do you mean, sweetie? Where is mommy?" he looked up to find the police officer who had obviously been looking after Felicity and lifted himself to his feet. He lifted his daughter with him, wanting to keep her close.

Any relief that he felt drained from him as well as any colour on his face. A doctor finally approached, one of the ones who had paged him, "What happened?" Jon asked.

[alectronathegoddess]

The ER felt too bright. Too loud. Like the world had been turned up just a little too high. Alec barely registered it. Her body was heavy, distant—like it belonged to someone else entirely—as hands moved over her, voices overlapping in clinical urgency. “BP is dropping.”

“We need OB down here now.”

“Possible abruption—get her into trauma—”

“No—” Alec’s voice broke through, thin and raw, her hand weakly pushing against someone’s arm. “Wait—” Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, then sharper with sheer force of will. “My husband,” she rasped. “Jonathan—he’s here—”

“We’ve already called him,” a nurse assured, though her tone carried that careful edge professionals used when things were moving fast. Alec swallowed hard, chest rising unevenly. “My daughter?” she forced out next, panic threading through the haze. “She’s safe,” another voice answered quickly. “Police brought her in.” A pause. “She’s with her father now.” That… grounded her. Barely. Her hand trembled as it slid back to her stomach, fingers splaying protectively over the curve. “My babies…” she whispered, fear cracking through everything else. “We’re doing everything we can,” someone said, already moving her stretcher again. “Stay with us, Alec.” Stay. She tried. Gods, she tried.

Across the ER, the tension snapped tight as Jon’s question cut through. “What happened?” The doctor who’d approached him exhaled once, steadying before answering. “She was brought in by ambulance,” they said quickly, voice low but urgent. “Collapsed at home. Significant bleeding. We’re concerned about placental abruption.” Behind them, a nurse hurried past, already calling out orders. “We’ve got OB and trauma teams with her now,” the doctor continued. “They’re working on stabilizing her and assessing the babies.”

The officer shifted slightly beside Jon, motioning towards Felicity. “She called 911,” he added quietly, nodding toward the little girl. “Said her mom fell and wouldn’t wake up. Stayed on the line until we got there.” Felicity clung tighter to her dad then, small fingers bunching into his shirt. “Mommy is hurt,” she murmured, voice wobbling now that everything was catching up to her.

Back through the double doors, Alec’s world flickered again. Lights overhead. Movement. Pressure. “Jon—” she tried again, barely audible, like saying his name alone might tether her here; might bring him to her. Her grip tightened weakly against the sheets as another wave of pain tore through her, breath hitching sharply. “Please,” she whispered, more to the universe than anyone in the room this time. Don’t let me lose them.

[alectronathegoddess]

Morning light spilled across the kitchen floor in warm stripes, the kind that made the whole house feel slow and safe. Alec moved through it like she always did: quick, efficient, unstoppable. One hand braced instinctively against the underside of her stomach as she wiped down the counter with the other, humming under her breath. The twins shifted inside her, a pair of quiet reminders that she probably shouldn’t be moving quite this fast anymore. She ignored that reminder like she ignored most things that suggested she slow down. “Fee, sweetheart, toys off the—” Her foot caught something small and plastic before she could finish the sentence. The world lurched. For a split second there was nothing but that awful, stomach-dropping tilt and the instinctive, desperate curl of her body as she tried to shield her belly. She hit the floor hard, breath punching out of her lungs. “Mommy!” Felicity’s little voice rang sharp with panic. Alec laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, lungs working to remember their job. Pain radiated up her back, but the first thing she did—always—was press both hands protectively to the curve of her stomach. Movement. Two small, stubborn kicks answered her. “Okay,” she breathed out shakily, looking over at her 4 year old. “Okay, we’re okay.” Felicity scrambled over, tiny hands tapping at Alec’s arm with fierce determination. “Mommy fall,” she declared seriously. “Yeah,” Alec huffed out a breath that might have been a laugh. “Mommy fell.” With a combination of awkward maneuvering and Felicity’s extremely enthusiastic “help”, Alec eventually hauled herself upright, brushing it off the way she brushed off most things. She told herself she felt fine. And for a while, she did. Hours later, the house felt different. Too quiet. Alec stood at the kitchen counter again, one hand braced against it, the other pressed low against her stomach. Something felt… wrong. Not pain exactly, not at first. Just a deep, tightening pressure that made her breath come shorter than it should. Then a sudden, intensely sharp pain in her stomach. “Okay,” she muttered to herself, trying not to panic. She forced herself to take a steadying inhale as she placed her hand on her belly. It felt firm. “Okay, just sit down.” But the dizziness hit before she could. The room tilted violently, edges blurring as a wave of nausea rolled through her. Her knees buckled, catching the edge of the counter before she slid down the cabinet slowly, breath coming shallow now. “Fee,” Alec called, trying to keep her voice calm. “Baby, bring Mommy the phone.” Felicity toddled over obediently, placing the phone in her hands like it was the most important mission in the world. Alec’s fingers trembled as she tried to dial 911. Blood was spilling through her pants. The lightheadedness started to take over. Her vision darkened around the edges before she could type in the digits. “Stay… right here, okay?” she managed weakly. She keep her tone calm, not to scare the little girl again today, but her voice already fading. “Mommy just needs—” The phone slipped from her hand. And the world went black.

“Mommy?” Felicity knelt beside her again, exactly the way she had that morning. Small hands tapped Alec’s arm. “Mommy get up.” Nothing. Her brow scrunched in the serious little frown she wore when she was thinking very hard. Mommy fell again. So Felicity did the only thing she knew to do. She picked up the phone. Tiny fingers pressed the buttons the way she’d been shown before. “Hello?” a calm voice answered. “My mommy fell. Can you help me get her up?” Felicity said into the receiver, voice small but determined.

Alec came back to the world slowly. Voices. Loud ones. Boots on the floor. The sound of doors opening. Her eyes blinked open just as paramedics rushed into the kitchen, their bright uniforms swimming in her blurry vision. “Ma’am, can you hear me?” Alec tried to focus, groggy and disoriented, instinctively reaching for her stomach. “My… kids. My daughter—” she rasped. “She’s okay,” one of them assured quickly. “She called us.” That didn’t fully register. What did register was the urgency in their movements as they lifted her carefully onto the stretcher. And the sudden, terrifying realization that something was very, very wrong. The ambulance lights painted the world in flashing red and white. Alec drifted somewhere between awake and gone, the rhythm of the siren cutting through the haze while a medic kept a steady hand against her shoulder, asking questions she could barely answer. “Ma’am, stay with me.” She breathed, eyelids heavy, “Mm—trying”. The twins shifted inside her, a faint movement that sent a spike of panic through her chest. “My husband—” she repeated again, voice thin. “Focus on breathing,” the medic urged. But Alec forced the words out anyway, stubborn even now. “He works there… hospital… surgery—” The rest dissolved into a shaky exhale as darkness tugged at her again. The ambulance doors burst open at the hospital entrance, stretcher rolling fast through bright emergency lights and sterile air. Alec stirred again as they pushed her through the ER doors, awareness flickering just enough to fight her way back for a moment. “Wait,” she rasped, fingers catching weakly at the sleeve of the paramedic steering her. Her voice was barely there, but the urgency in it was unmistakable. “Call… my husband.” Her eyes struggled to stay open as the hallway lights streaked overhead. “Jonathan,” she whispered hoarsely. “He works here.” The effort cost her. Her head fell back against the stretcher, consciousness slipping again as the ER swallowed them whole. “Please,” she murmured, the last thread of awareness clinging to one thought. “Tell Jon I’m here.”

[immcrtalsx]

Valentine's Day Starter Memes - @alectronathegoddess

"Alec, what?" Jon looked around, eyes wide and laughing, “This is amazing. You didn’t have to. How did you even find the time?” he asked in disbelief.

[alectronathegoddess]

Alec stood in the glow of a hundred little warm lights, barefoot in soft black leggings and one of his shirts, her bump very much present like a smug little third wheel. The dining table looked like a romance novel cover: candles, flowers, a ridiculous amount of heart-shaped confetti Felicity had absolutely weaponized. She lifted a brow at him, like he’d just asked something deeply unserious. “Jonathan,” she said, voice sweet but firm, “I’m a clan leader, I run an antique shop, I spar for fun, and I’m growing two whole identical people. If I can do all that, I can absolutely bully Valentine’s Day into submission.” Then her expression softened, the teasing easing into something warmer as she crossed the room and took his hands. “Besides… it’s our first one as husband and wife. I wanted you to come home and feel it. Feel how loved you are.” A beat. Her mouth curved. “Also, Felicity helped, so if you see glitter in your food, no you didn’t.”

[alectronathegoddess]

Alec slipped back into the ballroom like a solar eclipse in motion—confidence stitched straight into her spine. Her black and gold dress caught the light when she moved, molten and deliberate, a perfect counterpoint to the white she’d shed earlier like a chapter closed with grace. Her gaze found Jon instantly—of course it did—and the smile that curved her mouth this time was different. Easier. Married. She crossed the floor without hurry, one hand lifting to smooth his lapel, fingertips warm and familiar. “Well,” she murmured, eyes flicking over him with open appreciation, “if the city’s annual ball was trying to upstage our wedding, it’s losing. Badly.” Her thumb hooked briefly at his collar, playful, claiming. She leaned in, forehead brushing his, voice dropping just for him amid the music and murmurs. “Dance with me,” Alec said, not quite a question. “I want my first public scandal of the year to be stealing my own husband in front of half the city.” @immcrtalsx

[alectronathegoddess]

🎇 Elidi-Henderson New Year’s Eve Wedding 🎇

ft. the Bride, Alectrona Elidi, in her reception/nye's annual ball gown.

[immcrtalsx]

Jon could see the heartbreak in her eyes. There was so much happiness, but also grief. He knew how desperately she had wanted certain people to be here that just couldn't be here. He met her gaze and gave her a look to let her know he understood. They were here and they were proud of her. He was proud of her. He had to squeeze her hand again too, making it ever so obvious.

Laughing softly, he shook his head, "Never," he replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Jonathan's gaze left hers so briefly to look at the officiant when they said his name. He nodded and took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. The piece of paper was in his jacket but he didn't let go of her hands to retrieve it. He didn't need to. He had written and rewritten, read and reread. He probably did have it memorised but he still didn't need it. He grinned at her.

"I have made many mistakes in my life," Jon began, "I've hurt people, whether I intended to or not." Jon felt the presence of his family behind him, something he'd never thought would happen after everything, "Those mistakes made me feel guilty, like I couldn't be myself, like I had to make myself smaller to not feel guilty about what I'd done," he kept the smile on his face but there was sadness there now until he spoke again, "And some might say getting a woman pregnant from a one-night stand is a mistake... but I don't." Jon looked away from Alec, only to look at their daughter who was beaming. He grinned back before returning to his soon-to-be wife, "Meeting you, Alec, having Felicity and building a family with you, it made me not want to be small. I wanted to be strong and powerful and full of life. Maybe some of it was me figuring it out but I wouldn't have been able to do that with you. You saw all the parts of me that were broken and you loved them, loved me anyway. I will spend the rest of my life earning that love and fighting for it, for us, for our family," he felt tears brimming in his own eyes now and one of them fell, "Alec, I love you. With every fibre of my being, now and for as long as I live," he paused, "And, I guess, with the way things go around here, even after that," he joked, earning a sprinkle of laughter from the attendees. Jon grinned and nodded to the officiant, letting them know he was done but not taking his eyes off Alec.

[alectronathegoddess]

Alec didn’t realize she was crying until a tear slipped free anyway—traitor—but she laughed softly through it, blinking fast, careful, like she could negotiate with gravity and mascara if she tried hard enough. Her grip on Jon’s hands tightened, anchoring herself in the warmth of him, in the reality of this. When he finished, when the room breathed again, she let herself step fully into the moment. The officiant smiled gently, voice warm as it carried between them. “Alectrona,” he said, “it’s your turn.” She took a breath. Then another. And then she spoke. “Okay,” she said quietly, voice wavering just a hair before steadying, because of course it did—this was her specialty. “First of all, rude. You were not supposed to make me cry before I say my vows.” A ripple of soft laughter moved through the room, but Alec never took her eyes off him.

“I’ve spent most of my life believing that love was something you survived,” she continued. “That it came with fire and loss and collateral damage. I learned early how to stand on my own, how to rebuild, how to keep going even when everything burned down.” Her thumb brushed his knuckles, slow and reverent. “And then you walked into my life in the most chaotic, backwards way imaginable… and somehow stayed.” Her voice caught then—just a little. “We didn’t start with promises. We started with reality. With late nights and uncertainty and a baby who changed everything before we even knew what we were to each other.” A smile curved through the tears. “And you—when you could’ve walked away, when it would’ve been easier—you chose to stay. You chose us. You chose Felicity before you even knew she was yours, and I will never stop loving you for that.” She glanced briefly—briefly—toward their daughter, radiant and wiggly in the front row, then back to Jon.

“I know what it means to lose a home,” Alec said softly. “And I know what it costs to carry that guilt and still wake up every day trying to be good.” Her voice strengthened. “You are not your worst moment, Jon. You never were. You are the man who rebuilt anyway. Who loves fiercely. Who stands here now with his siblings beside him.” Another breath. Deeper this time. “You make me feel safe without making me feel small. You let me burn bright without asking me to dim. With you, love isn’t something I survive—it’s something I live.” Her hand shifted, instinctive, protective, resting for a fleeting second at her waist. “And with you, I want everything. The mess. The laughter. The long years. The mornings after the hard nights. All of it.” Her smile softened, luminous and sure. “So I promise you this: I will choose you. Loudly. Daily. Even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard. I will build with you, dream with you, and fight for our family with everything I have.” Her voice dropped, just for him. “And I promise to remind you—whenever you forget—that you are loved, you are worthy, and you are home.” She squeezed his hands, eyes shining. “Jonathan,” Alec said, steady and radiant, “I love you. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life proving it.”

[immcrtalsx]

Jon stood at the end of the aisle, waiting for everything to begin. He was trying very hard not to fidget but it wasn't nerves. He could feel it in his bones that this was the best choice he would ever make. He was excited, impatient maybe. He just wanted to be married to Alec already. Their whole relationship had been done backwards and he already felt married to her and now this was the last thing in the out-of-order milestones they had been working towards.

Felicity coming down the aisle made Jon smile and laugh as she threw petals out for his future wife's path. At the end, she was supposed to go and sit in the front row with their loved ones but she ran straight into Jon's arms. There was more laughter and a shower of 'awws' as he hugged his daughter tightly, complimenting her dress and her performance before telling her to go sit in her seat. The music shifted just then and Jon's entire world fell away. Well... he said that but in fact, his entire world was the only thing left for him to see.

Alec looked far more beautiful than he could have imagined and he had already thought she was the most beautiful creature on this Earth so it was an impressive feat. He kept his eyes locked on her the whole walk down the aisle, taking a step forward to meet her before she reached him and took her hand, "Hi," he said, resisting the urge to kiss her then and there as he would in every greeting. They weren't at that part yet. He tried to focus on the whole event again, listened to the carefully currated words of the officiant until Alec drew him back into their own private bubble with her words, "You're my favourite part of all of my stories," he replied in a whisper.

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Alec squeezed his hand in answer, just once—like a secret knock only the two of them knew—then stilled herself again, because if she let herself lean in now, if she let instinct win, she’d kiss him and damn the choreography of the universe. She felt it then, sharp and sudden: the ache of the people who weren’t here. Her parents, gone too early, their faces a blur of warmth and loss and half-remembered laughter. She wondered—briefly, fiercely—if they could see her now. If they’d recognize the woman she’d become. If they’d be proud that she’d finally stopped guarding her heart like a war zone and let someone walk all the way in. She hoped so. Gods, she hoped so.

Her aunt flickered through her mind next—the woman who took in a feral, grieving fifteen-year-old and loved her anyway. Loved her stubbornness. Her fire. Her refusal to break. Alec swallowed, blinking fast, jaw tightening as emotion crested dangerously close to the surface. Not yet. Don’t cry yet. She looked back at Jon. At home. At the man who chose her every day, who loved Felicity like she was carved from his own soul, who already spoke to her belly in quiet moments like the future was a given, not a gamble. The shape of their life stretched out in front of her—messy mornings, loud holidays, more children, more laughter, more love than she’d ever let herself imagine wanting.

Her thumb brushed his ring finger, reverent. Steadying. “If I cry,” she whispered, barely moving her lips, eyes shining, “no teasing. This is a sacred moment.” A beat—then softer, truer. “I’m really glad it’s you.” The officiant’s voice gently rose between them again, warm and practiced, guiding the ceremony forward like a tide. And then, with a smile meant just for Jon, he turned slightly, nodding. “Jonathan,” the officiant said, clear and kind, “you may share your vows.” Alec held his gaze, breath caught, heart wide open—ready to hear the words she’d carry with her for the rest of her life.

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Alec stood in the quiet just beyond the doors, the world held at a hush like a breath before sunrise. White tulle spilled around her feet, light as a promise, threaded with gold that caught every flicker of candlelight—like the sun had decided to take human form and say yes. Her hands rested briefly at her waist, instinctive, protective, a secret only she, Jon, and Elsa knew. Two months. A heartbeat inside a heartbeat. Not showing yet, but there—real as the nerves humming through her bones. Someone murmured, They’re ready for you. She nodded, once. Lifted her eyes to the mirror for a final glance. Not to check herself—she already knew who she was—but to remember this version. The woman who had survived, loved, burned, rebuilt. The woman about to walk toward her future. The doors cracked open just enough for her to see Felicity and Marina lining up, all soft curls and gold-trimmed white, tiny suns in their own right. Alec crouched just in time to catch Felicity in a tight hug, pressing her forehead to her daughter’s. “You ready, my star?” she whispered. Felicity nodded solemnly, then immediately grinned like this was the best day of her life. Petals scattered. Laughter fluttered. The girls stepped forward. And then— The music shifted. The doors opened wide. Everyone stood. Phones lifted. Hands flew to mouths. Tears fell freely, shamelessly. Somewhere, someone sobbed like they’d been waiting years for this moment. Alec barely noticed. All she saw was Jon. Black and gold. Steady. Beautiful. His eyes locked on hers like gravity remembered its job. The aisle stretched between them, and Alec walked it like it had always belonged to her—measured, luminous, unafraid. When she reached him, she didn’t hesitate. She leaned in just enough, voice barely more than breath. “Hi,” she whispered, smiling like the whole universe had conspired just for this. “You clean up dangerously well.” The officiant began to speak—words about time, about love, about choosing and being chosen. A poem followed, something old and aching and hopeful. Someone sang, voice rising and falling like prayer. Alec heard none of it. She watched Jon’s hands. His mouth when he smiled. The way his eyes softened like he couldn’t believe she was real. Her thumb brushed his knuckles, grounding, familiar. “This part?” she murmured under it all, playful, sure. “This is my favorite part of our story.” And when the world faded back in, when vows waited on the edge of their tongues, Alec stood radiant and anchored and utterly present—already married in every way that mattered. @immcrtalsx

[alectronathegoddess]

🎇 Elidi-Henderson New Year’s Eve Wedding 🎇

ft. the Bride, Alectrona Elidi, and the Groom, Jonathan Henderson (@immcrtalsx)

[alectronathegoddess]

🎇 Elidi-Henderson New Year’s Eve Wedding 🎇

ft. the Flower Girls, Felicity Elidi-Henderson & Marina Crawford (@howmcnythings)

[alectronathegoddess]

🎇 Elidi-Henderson New Year’s Eve Wedding 🎇

ft. the Maid of Honor, Natalie Dawson (@forevernataliedawson), and the Bridesmaids, Elsa Morgan (@howmcnythings) & Kinsey Simons (@mcnstercus)

[alectronathegoddess]

🎇 Elidi-Henderson New Year’s Eve Wedding 🎇

ft. the Best Man, Kristin Henderson (@kristinhenderson), and the Groomsmen, Grace (@mcnstercus) & Lucas Henderson (@hxrricvnes)

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Jon glanced up at her, brow raised as he heard her breath catch. A smirk played on his lips once more and he did not protest as she wrapped the ribbon around his wrist. Sometimes tightened in his gut, anticipation for what was definitely to come. His eyes fluttered shut at the way Alec's lips traced his jaw, hands tightening ever so slightly at her waist, "What seating chart?" he asked in a whisper.

When he sensed it, Jon opened his eyes to meet her gaze, knowing it was there waiting. He grinned, "Oh yeah, I really want to test it," he admitted, grabbing the end of the ribbon at the back of his hand before it got too far. It was his turn to wrap it around her wrist, using it to tug her impossibly closer so his lips could trace the outline of her neck and shoulder. Jon groaned as she shifted, feeling his jeans tighten, "I'm not sure it's your self-control we're testing though..."

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Alec laughed softly at his whisper, breath hitching when the ribbon tightened and his mouth traced her skin. Her head tipped back just enough to give him access, a quiet sound slipping out before she caught it. “Mm. Bold words for a man who knows my follow-through,” she murmured, fingers curling in his shirt like she planned to keep him exactly where he was. She shifted again—deliberate, dangerous—then leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “I figure you already know that, though.”

She kissed him again—deeper this time—while her hands worked the buttons on his shirt all the way down to his jeans like she’d done this a thousand times and still loved every second of it. When she pulled back, it was only far enough to meet his gaze, breath warm between them. “Felicity’s with her godmother,” she said plainly, like a fact, not a tease. “Which means we’ve got the entire house.” Her thumb brushed along his jaw, slow, grounding. Dangerous. “And I don’t feel like staying in the living room.”

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closed starter - kinsey & alec ( @alectronathegoddess )

Kinsey walked out to Alec again, showing her another potential bridesmaid dress. "Okay, how about this one?" she asked. "Yes? No? Kinsey you look absolutely horrid in that, take that off right this second?"

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Alec didn’t even pretend to think about it—she leaned back on the couch, squinted dramatically, then broke into a grin. “Hard yes,” she said, already getting to her feet to circle Kinsey. “You look radiant, not horrid. Like… ‘effortlessly steals the sun’s job’ radiant.” She reached out to fix a strap, softer now. “If you feel good in it, that’s the one. I want you glowing next to me, not fighting fabric all night.” Then, with a smirk, “But if you hate it, we trash it, get snacks, and try again.”