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nonbinarydereknurse  asked:

i would like to her ur nursey family feels pls!! (i have plenty of my own & made a post but i need All the nursey content)


  • Okay, so, Nursey’s birth parents:
    • Amal Hassan Nurse      
      • born in Morocco, but spent the first ten years of her life moving all around northern Africa and the Middle East because her father worked as a security consultant and would spend a few years in various places designing systems for different companies
      • speaks both dialects of Arabic fluently, but will always prefer Moroccan, because it sounds like home to her
      • moved to the States when she was thirteen and her dad got a permanent job working for a security firm in Manhattan. Grew up in the private school system and never left
      • has a BA from NYU and a JD/PhD from Columbia. Is a senior partner in an NYC firm specializing in foreign and comparative law. smarter than all of us.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a scenario of Judal's future S/O being a very shy maid, loving him, but is to shy to talk to him. They always watch him carefully, only to blush and walk away if he catches them. Since they are responsible for his room they start to bring every morning a plate with sliced peaches to his room, before the magi wakes up. He doesn't know who brings them every morning. One day he catches them and they starts blushing like mad and run away.>.>


Everyday these peaches appeared by Judar’s beside and everyday Judar couldn’t catch whoever was responsible. At first, he didn’t care. He enjoyed being pampered, in fact he deserved it. So this pleased him. He decided not to question the fact that his morning snack seemed to appear like magic.

After a while though, he started to wonder just how his peaches were always delivered without him waking. Sure he paid little to no attention to the palace staff unless he felt like tormenting them. The maid who attended to his room was often subjected to this—or they would be if they didn’t flitter away whenever Judar was about to say something (rude or otherwise.)

This particular morning Judar woke early. The sun still hid beneath the horizon. He wanted to just role over and let sleep overcome him for a few more hours, ideally until at least noon, but he thought better of it. This was his chance to catch the peach person red-handed.

He laid in wait, feigning sleep until he heard the faintest sounds of his door sliding open and shut once more. This was it. This was his chance. He listened to the quiet footsteps coming closer…Judar caught himself holding his breath. As the plate clinked softly as it was set on his bedside table. That was when Judar lunged.

He grabbed their wrist.

“So you’re responsible for this?!” He yelled, triumphant.

Looking up, he saw a face recognized. It was his maid. Of course it was. Why hadn’t he realized that from the start. Judar looked them over from head to toe, their blush growing stronger the longer his stare lingered.

“Have I done something wrong Lord Judar?” They ask in a panic.

Judar drops their arm, looking away from them. Sounding haughty, indignant, he replies,

“No. You may continue. In fact I insist.”

He dismissed them curtly, but…he couldn’t help but watch them leave, feeling some indescribable feeling brewing in his chest.