#Jonathan Archer x reader

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A Little Holiday Peace ~

Please don't mind the grammer or misspellings, this is my first writing thing ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Btw I recommend listing to "Christmas Time is Here" from Charlie Brown to get the mood right

You sigh in contentment as you blow on the steam coming from your drink, sitting in front of a fire in your little getaway cottage. You take a sip of your hot chocolate, feeling the warm sweet liquid coat your throat, just as you feel a familiar pair of arms wrap around you.

It felt like decades since you were able to get this kind of alone time together, being busy with work and family during the upcoming holidays was already getting rough, but just feeling the warmth of his chest and the hot chocolate currently warming your stomach was enough to make you melt like snow. You watch as he puts on some random Christmas movie from Hallmark and you let out a huff of air at the cheesiness that was about to ensue in the movie.

But then again, maybe a little cheesiness and corny holiday humor is just what you two needed to enjoy this brief vacation. You snuggle deeper into his chest as he plucks your mug from your hands to sit on the coffee table in order to get more comfortable with you, his breath smelling of peppermint and warm cider.

You sigh happily as his chest vibrates with a chuckle leaving his lips, planting a tender kiss to the top of your head before pulling you into his lap to lay upon his chest. You glance at the falling snow one last time before lifting your gaze to your amazing lover, wondering what you did to get someone like him to fall for you.

[warpfive]

SAVING THEIR LIFE (AND GETTING HURT)

protecting the enterprise crew, and getting injured in the process

CW: gn!reader, small depictions of violence and injuries

CREW: jonathan archer, t'pol, trip tucker, malcolm reed, hoshi sato, travis mayweather

JONATHAN - it’s difficult for jon not to immediately get angry when you take a phaser hit for him. he’s had some trouble separating his feelings from his work - you only make things much more complicated and jon has to tell himself that if any other member of the crew did that, he’d just just as pissed. but he knows that’s not completely true, and it shows in the way his hands shake as he scolds you while t’pol comms for the shuttlepod. jon takes his responsibility as captain very seriously, so coupled with the fact that it’s somebody he deeply cares for (loves?), it muddies the waters and that only frustrates him more. later on, once phlox has stabilized your wound and orders you on a few days of bedrest, jon makes damn well sure you follow it, short of posting guards outside your quarters. he doesn’t go quite so far, but he visits you late in the night. scolds you again for getting hurt to protect him, makes you promise not to do it again, tells you how he doesn’t want to lose such a good officer and friend and… he doesn’t go much further. he doesn’t have to. when you tell him you don't regret it, and would so it again to save his life, jon wants to argue back. instead, he takes your hand and promises himself it would never come to that.

T'POL - vulcans are naturally stronger and more resilient than humans - it’s a fact often forgotten, t’pol’s noticed. especially in the chaos and confusion of a cave-in, where all the members of the away team are running away and simultaneously trying to help their colleagues out. t’pol was in charge of the away mission - it was her responsibility to assure her team’s survival. that’s all she was focused on, and not the rock moments away from falling and crushing her into a thick green soup. to give you some credit, you were fast and focused. t’pol barely registered what had happened - only that she felt your arms around her, a shove, and shortly after, your cry in pain that elicited something close to fear in her chest. phlox told her that the rock had broken your leg, and that you were lucky the break wasn’t another couple inches higher, or you would’ve been a real trouble. t’pol takes easily to scolding you, calling you reckless, making sure you knew how much she disapproved of your decision to save her. and yeah, you were in and out of sleep from pain medication. still, you found her hand and squeezed it and told her to court martial you, because you’d do it again in a heartbeat. though, you noticed in the next couple weeks that t’pol has been bringing you tea and finishing your work for you - she’s not completely as vulcan as she hopes.

TRIP - it’s all his fault, of course. if trip had been more careful, more astute; if he had somehow known this would lead to that and that would cause his console to blow, he could’ve prevented the whole thing. he was just too damn focused on the problem with the engine. with the ship shaking and the captain yelling over the comm, it was difficult to focus on anything else until he heard your name and felt you push him. trip wasn’t a small guy - in the moment, he was shocked you managed to push him over. but the shock fell away to panic once he figured out what just happened. the air was smoking, someone called out your name (maybe it was him), and he saw the angry red marks over your face and neck. phlox insists the burns aren’t all that bad, but trip doesn’t really believe him. if they weren’t so bad, then why did the sight of them turn his stomach so much? he tries to keep a good attitude, but part of him was so angry that you got hurt. not angry at you, of course. trip could never truly be angry with you. he was mad at himself, and after forcing a smile and turning away, the tight grit of his jaw was somehow worse than any burns he might’ve gotten in your place.

MALCOLM - he knows, logically, that he taught you hand-to-hand combat for this exact scenario. malcolm wanted, above all else, for you to be able to protect yourself if he wasn’t able to do it personally. yet, none of that made malcolm feel even a little better when he crouched beside you, a hand ghosting over the side of your face that was quickly swelling and bleeding. yeah, you smirked up at him. asked him if he was okay, and if he saw that move you pulled to disarm the man who’d pointed a weapon at him. malcolm insisted this was no time for jokes, and he said it in a rather harsh tone. of course, he was mainly frustrated at himself. if he’d disabled the attacking aliens quicker, you wouldn’t have had to intervene. and he says as much while pulling you up to your feet. you don’t seem upset - of course you weren’t, malcolm thought. you were still trying to ask if he was alright and malcolm had to eventually assure you he was, but he was also more worried about you. though, it wasn’t until you cupped his cheek and told him you were fine did he really believe you. still, in the days to follow, he couldn’t look at your black eye or hear your pained grunts without feeling guilty.

HOSHI - she didn’t even see the man coming. that was a flaw when she got so utterly sucked into her task - nothing else even existed. not even a large man with an energy weapon aimed right for her head and would have fired if you hadn’t intervened. the fight was long and brutal - hoshi heard the chaos of it from behind, but her focus needed to be on the task at hand. too much was riding on its success. it wasn’t until much later, when the crew was safe and the enterprise at warp, did hoshi come by sick bay. and of course, your spirits were high - talk of good teamwork and making you proud hit hoshi’s ears, but she just couldn’t match your energy. not when you were this battered and bruised from defending her. yeah, you talk of duty, saying that it was your job to make sure hoshi did her job. she didn’t feel much better, so you went a step further - telling hoshi that you loved her, and even without their duties to the ship, you would’ve defended her anyway. that did elicit a little smile, but when hoshi tried to give you a kiss, you were still a little too battered. you both compromised by holding hands until phlox had to run some more scans.

TRAVIS - when he came to, travis didn’t expect to be laying on a soft bed of grass, and not the hard metal floor of the shuttlepod. the sun shined right in his eyes, and when he squints against it, the motion pulls on a nasty lump on his brow - right, the one that knocked him out. and it takes only a few seconds of consciousness to sit straight up and search for you in a panic. the mental image he had of you being sucked out into space during the crash landing was thankfully laid to rest when he found you leaned up against a tree, looking more worse for wear than travis would have liked. when you saw him awake, you didn’t move to greet him. in fact, it seemed like just sitting there was causing you a lot of pain, despite working diligently to get the homing device back online. it wasn’t until travis stumbled his way over did he discover you’d broken your leg and probably a few ribs - a small price to pay, you told him, for successfully landing the shuttle (though, successful was a gracious word to use.) logically, he knew you were right. yet, it doesn’t make travis feel any better knowing he’d been in charge of getting the two of you to the surface, and you’d broken a leg when he failed to do so. he apologizes, you don’t understand what for. it just made him feel a little better.

[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

Fireplace

Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise Pairing: Jonathan Archer x gen!Reader Words: 0.9K Summary: Christmas can be awefully exhausting and sometimes one needs a little bit alone time

Not my gif!!!

WINTER WRITING PLAN!!!

They weren't usually so careless with their properties, however, they didn't even bat an eyelid as their shoe kicked the door shut behind them.

Not like they had too much choice. Over Christmas, they had not only had to take part in the festivities that Starfleet had imposed on Jonathan as Captain, but they had also visited their family. The latter had taken the chance to see them for a change and had picked up so many presents for them that they made up for the birthdays and Christmases of the last few years.

This, however, led to both them and Jonathan tumbling through the front door with fully laden arms and doing their best not to step on Porthos' tail.

Snorting, but still cautious, they deposited the gifts and bags on the counter in the kitchen. "Never again."

Jonathan chuckled softly and set his load down next to theirs. "You say that every year, dear, and yet we go every year because you have hope that things will get better."

"This time I mean it."

He wrapped his arms around them from behind. "I don't like to burst your illusions, but you say that every year too." They slapped lightly at him, which he only acknowledged with a smile, and they sighed. "You don't know how much I'd like to just relax right now."

He pressed a feather light kiss to their shoulder. "Then let's do that."

"We still have to stow the presents, move the food we've been given into the fridge-"

Jonathan interrupted her. "How about this: We'll leave everything here except for the food that needs to be refrigerated, which I'll take to the freezer unit. Meanwhile, you change into more comfortable clothes, pick us out a book and we'll just sit in front of the fireplace, glass of wine in hand and call it a night, mhhh? How does that sound?"

They smiled slightly and leaned against him. "I love you."

He chuckled softly and pressed a kiss against their temple. "I would hope so. After all, you married me. Now shoo, go get changed."

They giggled softly as he shooed them out of the kitchen before they walked, with Porthos close on their heels, to their bedroom. There they kicked their shoes off their feet and, with a relieved sigh, squeezed out of the clothes that had become increasingly uncomfortable over the course of the evening and which they now just wanted to burn.

Still in their underwear, they walked to the large wardrobe, pulled out a pair of long sweatpants and an old college jumper and pulled both on.

Next they were drawn to the bookshelf set up next to the door to pick out a book for them. After all, they would never disobey a captain's order.

They let their eyes fly over the covers for a few moments before deciding on The Hobbit.

At the beginning of their relationship, Jonathan had never heard of the Hobbit, Lord of the Rings or J.R.R.Tolkien, so they had made it their mission to change that.

It felt like this was a good time for them to dust off the old classic once more.

Before going back to the living room, they paid a little visit to the bathroom to brush out their hair and wash their faces. Apparently they had had some cream from the dessert stuck to their cheeks and no one had told them.

A scratching at the door informed them that Porthos was sitting outside the bathroom waiting for them, so they opened the door, scratched the dog behind the ears and then returned to their husband.

In the meantime, as promised, he had packed the food in the fridge, replaced the overhead light with real candles and was now sitting in front of the fireplace on the floor with a blanket and two glasses of wine on the small coffee table.

At first, Jonathan didn't speak a word. He merely lifted one arm so they could crawl under the blanket and, lowering his arm, trapped them in a bubble of warmth and comfort.

Porthos whinnied and curled up in front of them in the warmth of the fire, earning a tickle from his owner.

"What did you choose?"

They smiled impishly as they lifted the book and he chuckled softly. "You'll never let me forget this, will you?"

"You've read Jane Austen but not Tolkien? Hard to fathom if you ask me." Smiling, he shook his head and pulled them closer. "Do you want me to read?"

"Mhhh," they hummed in agreement and he carefully took the book from their hands.

They had always found his voice soothing and pleasant to listen to and doubted that they would stay awake for long, however, they knew that Jonathan knew it too and he didn't care.

As long as they could spend time together, alone, just the two of them.

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."

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@akamitrani

[kybercvnt]

Pet Empathy

Pairing – Jonathan Archer x GN!Reader

Summary – Based on S2E5 “A Night In Sickbay”, as a crew member of the Enterprise, Captain Archer calls you–another pet-lover to console him in his time of need.

Word Count – 806

Jonathan Archer was sleepless and starting to get agitated with all of Doctor Phlox’s late-night antics. He could barely get an hour's worth of sleep before he was up and ripping the curtain open in sickbay to Phlox feeding another one of his chirping creatures. Not only Phlox, but it was also Captain Archer’s anxiety and concern towards his beloved dog–Porthos–that was chewing into his subconscious. He wasn’t sure how much more he could handle.

As soon as he brought up his quarrel with T’pol, Phlox decided to point out sexual tension–a common phenomenon going on between all crew before then, which is when Archer’s mind raced to think of you.

For once, his mind wasn’t preoccupied with his beagle, but instead with you–his loyal and devoted crew member. He remembered you were one of the few exceptions, like himself, to bring on board an Earth pet to look after in your quarters.

You always showed responsibility with your care to your animal, and Archer made sure to be friendly with someone like-minded when it came to animals, so it was no doubt he was familiar with you.

When it came time to his frustration he commed you, in the early hours of the night. When you came running into the sickbay in your sleepwear, you first caught sight of the sickly dog laying in his box, then second to your captain.

“Captain Archer, I’m so terribly sorry to hear what happened to Porthos,” you said.

“It’s… Definitely a tragedy, L/N, but I want to apologise for any disturbance I’ve caused this late at night, I just… don’t know who else to contact,” he grovelled.

“It’s alright, Captain, I completely understand if he were mine.”

“I knew you would,” he chuckled.

“How’s she doing?” You asked, walking up to the box, stroking the corner of the glass as if he could feel it.

“We should know within a couple of hours,” Archer repeated, as he continued to say to everyone.

Silence filled the air. Phlox was busy doing his duties with other species and medicine, still eavesdropping on your conversation with the captain. There wasn’t much to say to your captain without it possibly being deemed inappropriate, although, being summoned in your sleepwear in front of your superior was already inappropriate, you didn’t want to extend it any further by saying something unprofessional.

“As someone who loves their animals just as much as I do, what should I do in this situation, crewman?” He asked, head low, ashamed that he felt he must ask for support.

“I find it endearing that you stick by your companion’s side while he is sick, Captain…” As you say that, your eyes catch Phlox’s gaze, while he gives you a fascinated ‘hm,’ “...But I think that it might cause you more harm than good, might disrupt your sleep and therefore your mental health, affecting the crew, Captain. Why don’t we return to your quarters for a short while, take your mind off things,” you suggested.

He looked over to Phlox, “Oh, it’s quite alright, Captain, he is in a stable condition. I’ll let you know if anything dire happens.”

The captain’s quarters were quiet without Porthos, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the empty dog bed.

“If the Kreetassan even tried to look over the data, Porthos wouldn’t be in this mess,” he complained, pacing the room. The hot tea you retrieved for him was sitting on the table alone, losing steam with every second that passed.

“I’m sure there is always someone to blame, but on this mission, there is always the risk that we might lose our loved ones, especially those in our crew, and the ship,” you tried to explain.

“You’re right,” Archer said after a moment of thought, “I should’ve never risked Porthos on an alien planet.”

“No, Captain.” He stopped to look at you, who asserted their position as they stood up. “Your decisions come with consequences, but now is the time to be optimistic.”

He looked puzzled, so you walked up to him. Really close. Close enough so he could watch your lips while you talked.

“You trust your doctor, yes?”

“Yes, but I can’t he–”

“Then trust he has it under control. There is still a chance to redeem this ship of embarrassment with the Kreetassan,” you tell him. But you’re so close to him, he heard every word you said, but also ignored it all. He couldn’t stop looking at you.

“You’re right… L/N.” Then, he leaned down and kissed you. Without any self-control or professionalism, in the privacy of his quarters, he kissed you.

When he pulled back, you straightened yourself out. “I’m… sorry L/N. That was–”

“It’s okay, Captain. It was your decision. I guess us pet owners are highly empathetic.”

“I guess so,” he laughed.

[eden031]

Late night revelations

Jonathan Archer/reader, Jonathan Archer/original female character

Late night conversations, major character injury, Ensign!Reader, Ambiguous/open ending, pre-slash, insomnia

A/N: Hey, so this is not proof read or beta read. This was an ancient WIP I dug out and decided to finish, this might have a few errors, hope you still enjoy!

Summary: Neither her nor the Captain can sleep at night, late night conversations ensue and feelings grow.

Her steps were loud compared to the silence of the ship. The only sounds coming from around her were the hums of the machinery and the occasional snoring loud enough to get through the doors of the quarters. Most of the crew was asleep, only the people pushing the night shift would still be awake, only manning the engine room and the bridge in case of emergencies. During the night the usual buzz of the ship quieted down and made it an almost otherworldly experience to walk through the long corridors.

They had been in space for a few weeks now and she had come to multiple conclusions over the course of their journey. The crew of this ship had grown together, many of the crewmembers spent all of their freetime together, playing cards or board games, watching movies, training or reading, Hoshi had even created a language group for people interested in learning new languages. Most of it also pointed towards boredom, most hours spent working on the ship or in space travel, there was barely any interaction with other species and most of the time only the higher ranking officers got the chance to meet new lifeforms. Finally her destination was in sight: the mess hall. In the last few days it had become less and less easy for her to find sleep, tossing and turning in her bunk. If she was honest with herself she was not sure if it was because of her roommate who talked rather loudly in her sleep or if it was because an uneasy feeling had started growing on her mind, a feeling of restlessness. As the doors to the mess hall opened she saw a figure standing at one of the windows. Their back was turned away from her as she made her way into the room, the man turned slightly and a gasp almost left her lips.

“Ensign,” the soft voice of the Captain greeted her. He looked tired, like something was plaguing his mind.

“Captain,” she nodded and made her way over to the dispenser, ordering a mug of chamomile tea. She hoped that it would ease her mind, maybe she would have to ask T’Pol about the Vulcan meditation techniques.

“Can’t sleep?” the Captain asked, his voice sounded rough, probably from not speaking for a while.

“No, Sir,” she shook her head, taking a seat near the window. Clasping the mug in her hands she took a deep inhale from the scent.

“Yeah, me neither.” the man sighed, moving over to her, gesturing towards the bench she had taken a seat on. “Mind if I join you?” he muttered softly, she simply shook her head, staring into the mug in her hands. The smell of pine and orange engulfed her as the man took a seat beside her, a small smile grew on her lips at that, it reminded her of her aunt’s home in the countryside.

“What is keeping you up, Ensign?” he asked, his gaze still firmly fixed on the stars moving outside, they were currently travelling somewhere around warp 4, fast enough to make good time to the next inhabited or habitable system. She sighed, setting the mug down, glancing at the man, whose face was beautifully illuminated by the dim light of the stars going past them.

“A lot of things, Captain.” she paused, not sure if she should really be sharing her deepest worries that actually kept her up at night with her Captain. Deciding to bring a bit of humour into the situation she decided to add, “But mostly my bunkmate, Crewman Powalski has the unfortunate habit of talking in her sleep.”

A deep, single laugh came from the man by her side. His eyes were slightly crinkled by the sides, for the first time she noticed that the man looked rather old for someone in his late thirties, that was at least what his profile said when she had read up on him before she took up her posting.

“If you want…” he trailed off, “There are still a set of empty quarters on E Deck, I know that you work a lot and it would be irresponsible to let you work sleep deprived,“ the man turned away from her, smiling slightly as she gaped at him.

„Sir…“ she was not sure what to say. The prospect of having her own quarters was truly tempting, but she knew that these quarters were kept empty in case another high ranking officer would join the mission or they had distinguished guests on Enterprise. Then there was the fact that he knew what she was doing during her duty shifts, something she had thought improbable.

„If you don‘t want to have these quarters I understand, but from what I have heard you are one of the people on this ship that deserves the most rest.“ a slight twinkle in his eyes made her breath catch in her throat.

„It would be amazing to have these quarters…permission to speak freely, Sir?“ she asked carefully. A laugh came from the Captain, who nodded.

“Go ahead, Ensign.“ a smile settled on his face as she took another sip from her mug.

„I do enjoy the company of Crewman Powalski, but her talking is driving me to the brink of insanity.“ she sighed, „It is not just when she is asleep, it feels like she never stops talking. In some way it is endearing and I really like her, but when you have spent the entire day with people and creatures that never shut up I think it is understandable to want some peace.“ she sighed, massaging the bridge of her nose.

„I understand that. Especially when you have to work with Dr. Phlox‘s menagerie every day.“ he laughed. Her head snapped up, again she wondered how he knew what she did.

„Sir, may I ask why you know so much about my work?“ she asked carefully, not sure if it might sound self absorbed.

„I read your research, I did so before you even came on board the Enterprise. You got to work with the Vulcans…on Vulcan and as it seems you are one of the few humans they seem to tolerate.“ he laughed, „Phlox often tells me about your research regarding the possibility of crossing plants from Earth with plants of other planets, I think something Vulcan with an earth Lily?“ he tilted his head to the side.

„Yes, I was trying to work on combining the DNA of a Vulcan Favinti plant with the DNA of a Turk‘s cap lily.“ she explained, trying to keep it a bit more plain and not throw around all the terminology she would use in a research paper.

„How is that coming along?“ he asked, his brow raised. He seemed genuinely curious about this, something that made her rather happy.

„Well, I have succeeded in creating multiple different hybrids, some of them have come out how I wanted them to come out visually, others not so much. However the bigger idea behind this experiment was trying to find a way to make sure these hybrids could reproduce naturally and did not need artificial assistance. The ones that are not as visually appealing as the others have the potential to reproduce on their own while the others don‘t. This is what I am currently trying to figure out, how this came to be and with which genomes this is connected so that I can create the final version of it.“ she explained to the Captain. He nodded slowly.

„It sounds interesting, but may I ask why you are doing this?“ he sounded almost amused as he asked the question. Right now she did not care about it, she was just happy to tell the man about all of her ideas for future experiments, but also the cheesy reason why she was creating the hybrid.

„Well, first of all the basic idea of this whole project was trying to find out if the DNA from something from Earth and the DNA from something originating from Vulcan could even be combined! Now that we know that it works I would like to test it on smaller animals as well, in the long run the research could also be used in case there is something like a Vulcan-Human hybrid, we know that even in plants and animals on Vulcan and Earth certain genomes are similar to the ones of the further developed species. But to be honest with you, that is mostly for the reports…“ she felt her face heat up as the Captain quirked his eyebrow at her, „The reason I actually began this project was because I wanted to give something symbolising science, but also the growing together of Earth and Vulcan to two Vulcans I have worked with previously.“ she smiled softly as the Captain looked slightly taken aback by that.

„This sounds interesting. But I have to say that you are very optimistic to think that there would ever be a Vulcan-Human hybrid, I honestly don‘t think that the Vulcans would let that happen.“ he paused, she simply shrugged. He sighed, shaking his head slightly, „Still you never know what will happen, better have some knowledge on the subject than going in blind. Who were the Vulcans you worked with?“ he sounded genuinely interested again and she could feel her stomach begin to stir. She had always secretly hoped that Captain Archer would find her or at least her research interesting.

„Uhm, one of them was from the Vulcan Science Academy, Osu Katha, he was the one that kind of guided me through the program and was one of my closest colleagues while I was on Vulcan.“ she explained, „And Ambassador Soval, he was the one that recommended me to the Science Academy as a candidate for the exchange.“ she almost laughed as she saw how Archer‘s eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the mention of Ambassador Soval.

„But to be honest with you, I think Ambassador Soval would rather gouge out his own eyes than admit that he likes me.“ she sighed, that much was true. They had talked a lot and she had thought that the man and she had become rather familiar over the course of almost three years, but after she had called him her friend he looked like someone had just told him that his ears had become round.

The Captain laughed and shook his head. There was something more relaxed about him now, almost like the worries that had plagued him before were replaced with pleasantness. She smiled at the older man, the butterflies in her stomach doing backflips. If she was honest with herself she had always found the Captain attractive, but this was different now. Usually he was stern, her commanding officer, but here right now he looked so soft and at peace.

„And you, Sir? What is keeping you up, if I may ask?“ she asked carefully. The man beside her sighed, shaking his head.

„The usual burdens of the Captain.“ He smiled at her again, „Wondering if I made the right decision, questioning if my approach to certain things was right and thinking about possibilities to proceed.“ his shoulders sagged slightly, a sigh escaping his lips as he shook his head. “There are always things I think I could have done differently or should have done differently.“

„Sir, I don‘t know how it is to be a Captain of a Starship, the Enterprise no less, but my mother used to tell me that the past is the past. That no matter how much we think about what we could have done differently the only thing that we can change is our outlook and how we will handle similar situations in the future. I know it is easy to say this as someone that is no in your shoes Captain and to be honest I do not always follow my own advice, but the crew needs you. We need you to be confident in your decisions…“ she paused, the man looked at her with something that she could only describe as fondness.

“Thank you, Ensign.“ he smiled softly, „Sometimes I need to be reminded of that, though most of the time no one is bold enough to tell me to stop overthinking.“ a laugh escaped him as she felt her face burn with embarrassment.

They sat together in silence for a few moments, the Captain seemed to be lost in thought while she continued to stare into her mug. This mission was more than she had ever expected, it was more than she had ever hoped to dream of becoming a part of. Sometimes she wished that she and the research team had more opportunities to leave the ship and explore different worlds, but right now she knew that the simple fact that they were part of the mission is enough.

„Is someone waiting for you to come back?“ the Captain asked, it was barely above a whisper. A soft laugh escaped her.

„My family is waiting for me. I know my parents want me to write more to them, but if I am honest with you Sir, I don't really know what to tell them. They have already retired and are basically only waiting for me to start popping out grandchildren. And the rest of my family…well they are all busy with their own lives.“ she smiled. The man raised his eyebrow with amusement, again evident on his face.

„Sounds like you are looking forward to getting back home.“ he laughed slightly, sarcasm dripping from his words. She let out a snort.

„Definitely not. I love my family, but honestly if I had to choose I would much rather go on vacation with the crew of this ship than them.“ she sighed softly, thinking that there was one person in particular she wanted to go on vacation with, but knew that this little dream of her‘s would never become a reality. She mentally slapped herself, the man was her commanding officer, someone she reported to and who gave her orders, it was against every protocol there was regarding relationships between crew members, something that was a sensitive topic anyways.

They continued to chat about this and that as the night went on, she learned a lot more about her Captain than she had ever thought she would know. How Commander Tucker had been the one to help him push the NX program while the Vulcans were so against it, how his father had shaped his dreams of commanding a starship one day and how much he hoped to have an impact on people's lives, to make them better and more fulfilled. She had just sat there and listened to him talk about all of the things that had been on his mind for so long. He looked so different then, his face smoothed out and his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the deserted mess hall. She had always admired him, always thought that he was meant to commandeer the Enterprise, he was one of the few people in Starfleet she actually thought was competent enough to go through with this mission. He had enough drive and determination to keep going even after a bad mission. He was the perfect Captain for Enterprise.

After their initial late night meeting in the mess hall they became somewhat regular. Even after she had changed quarters she had nights where she barely slept, not being able to rest, too much on her mind while her body desired to finally slip into the peacefulness of sleep.

Every time she could not sleep she came to the mess hall, sometimes it was completely empty, then she just sat by one of the view ports, looking out as the stars shot past her at astonishing speeds. Thinking about the events of the day or about her research, more often than not she also found her way to the lab she worked in so regularly, staring at the hybrid plant she had been working on for such a long time. It never seemed to have the same effect, no matter how much she wandered around the ship and stared at the planet she loved dearly it never caused the same kind of deep relief the talks with the Captain caused. She never felt like the weight of the world was lifted from her shoulders and she could breathe again.

Other nights she would enter the mess hall and see the now familiar silhouette of her Captain. When they found themselves together they sat at one of the tables, talking in hushed tones. Most nights it almost felt intimate, to sit with him in the darkness and share thoughts that needed to be brought to the light. They could be honest during these times, they could speak their mind and express their worries. She learned more and more about the Captain, more about his childhood, about his time with Starfleet, about the time before the launch of the Enterprise. He never mentioned how even after she had changed quarters she seemed to be restless at night, something she appreciated greatly. For the first time in her life she felt understood by someone else. It was not the surface kind of understanding some people had of her, it felt like the Captain could understand every single one of her facettes, understand why she had chosen Starfleet, why this mission meant so much to her. He listened, always speaking with consideration and she never wanted to let these nights pass. But all good things come to an end, even the nights spent in the mess hall where time seems to stand still, where the universe seemed to hold its breath so that they could enjoy some peace together. Usually the exhaustion of the day overwhelmed them at some point and they walked back to their quarters. She always felt so much happier and more at peace than she had before. Her dreams were haunted by the attentive eyes of the Captain, his smile, she often dreamed about how it would feel to be held by him, how it would be like to lay next to him and be held through the night.

Their talks had been happening for a few months now and it had been a day after an especially long and sleepless night spent in the mess hall talking to him. She had been in sickbay, talking to Phlox about ways to improve some of her experiments, as well as exchanging ideas about possible ways to incorporate her research and her findings in the medical field. Most of her suggestions she had already told the Captain and like always he had listened carefully and given her even more ideas and possibilities into account. If she ever published her work she would have to give him some credit for some of the things she had found out; he had given her so many ideas, told her about ways to improve her work and just listened to her when she needed someone to talk to.

It had happened so suddenly that she had not been sure what exactly had happened when the entire ship shook violently. Once the alarms began to sound she was sure what was happening: they were under attack. Like usual it had not taken long until the first casualties began coming into sickbay so the doctor urged her to stay and help.

She clung to one of the beds as the ship shook again. Smoke was everywhere as she continued to administer a dose of pain medication to the crewman laying on the bed. Blood came oozing from large cuts from his arm and head. Treating him while alarms were blaring through the room and Phlox was shouting commands to everyone that had a basic understanding of medical knowledge was more than nerve wrecking. Grabbing the electrical suture from the tray beside her she began working on closing the wounds. The smell of fire coming from somewhere promised more crew members to come in with burn injuries, probably varying in severity; she only hoped that no plasma conduits had ruptured, plasma burns being the worst kinds of burns to treat.

Finally she finished the suture, turned to make her way to one of the consoles to get the next hypospray for the pain when the ship shook again. Then everything happened too fast for her to even register what had happened. A high pitched whirring sound surrounded her, then the console exploded, flames shooting out of the opening created, shrapnell and fire coming her way. A sharp pain spread through her chest as she stumbled back from the console. Everything around her spun like a carousel, as the ship shook again her legs gave out beneath her. While tumbling to the ground, barely able to breath, she saw where the pain was coming from.

A piece of metal protruded from her chest, blood came gushing out of it as she laid on the ground, not sure how much time had actually passed since the explosion. The sounds around here were fuzzy and she could only make out Phlox’s voice, shouting something, she was not sure what the Denobulan was saying, was it her name?

As his face came into her field of vision black spots began dancing in front of her, everything suddenly turned dark, the only thing she still could make out was the sharp pain in her chest as everything around her went completely dark.

Warmth. That was nice. And something soft. Also nice. Was she dead? No, this was not what death felt like, right? She wiggled her fingers: they moved. Slowly she tried to pry her eyes open, being met by nothing but darkness. Had the explosion blinded her? Maybe she was dead. Then she heard it, soft and even huffs of air coming from somewhere. Someone was close to her head, turning her head carefully she saw the familiar figure of the Captain slumped in a chair by the side of the bed she was laying in.

Her eyes scanned his features, he looked exhausted even though he seemed to be asleep, deep lines were visible on his forehead and between his brows. She could feel her heart hammer in her chest as the realisation hit her, he had sat at her bedside even if there were probably many more things on his agenda that were more important. There was a small cut on his forehead, probably from being thrown around during the attack on the ship. Her eyes scanned the rest of sickbay, besides the cages of Phlox‘s animals it was empty, not even the Denobulan scurrying around the room. As she tried to sit up a quiet whimper left her lips, right the injury. Looking over at the Captain hse saw that her action and the sound had woken him, he had his eyes opened slightly, then grew almost comically large as he saw that she was awake.

„Lay back down,“ he instructed, gently pushing her back down on the bed. She simply nodded, laying back down.

„How long was I out?“ she asked carefully, not sure if she actually wanted to hear the answer to her question.

„Only a few hours,“ he explained, gently taking her hand. It was something he had sometimes done when they had spoken in the mess hall, though it only happened rarely. His eyes sparkled in the dim light of sickbay, they were filled with worry and something that looked like fondness.

„I am glad you are alright.“ he paused, his expression shifting into something she could not quite place, „I am not sure what I would have done if I had lost you.“ he smiled, gently squeezing her hand. As these words left his lips her heart began hammering in her chest. Staring at him in shock, the only thing she was able to verbalise was a quiet humm. Before she was able to shake her shock he gently kissed her forehead.

„Rest, I am going to get Phlox so that he can take a look at you.“ With that the Captain left her extremely flustered in one of the beds in sickbay. Maybe her feelings for him weren‘t so foolish after all.

[slurrmp]

little headcannons about elenore on board the enterprise.                       yes i will totally update these the more i rewatch.

1. she 100% would have to spend a solid couple of days in the decon chamber. considering no one really considered all the illnesses and viruses that she hasn’t been exposed too yet. she actually happened to get deathly sick her third day on board. phlox was beside himself trying to keep her alive. 2. she hoards her inhaler with her life. the way that she probably doesn’t know if they could synthesize anymore. so she’s just wheezing every so often because she doesn’t want to waste it. until she fucking passes out in the hall and phlox is literally just “ ????? bitch????? its simple. “ 3. ellie does sometimes go poof. she disappears for a couple of days before always returning back to the enterprise. it’s almost like home base for her. she’s safe there. 3.1. she disappears to future ships. she can’t tell her enterprise crew, but it does help her get the upper hand on learner about new species. 4. but it also means that her and daniels have beef. 4.1. she also promptly stole his quarters. 5. she actually impresses chef when she’s finally cleared to roam the ship. she brings her a game and he actually lets her work a little bit in the galley. 6. which means she also proves her worth to archer. she does his dinner some nights. while also ripping it with desserts , for the little senior staff dinners. but she’s finally feeling useful after pretty much taking up space in sickbay for two solid weeks. 7. ellie introduces the crew to the wonders of 21st century reality tv. she finds shows like big brother , married at first sight (australia bc there is no better version) and even the bachelor. 7.1. t’pol is very very much into the bachelor , even if she would never admit it. she lets ellie eat from her popcorn bucket. 7.2. trip is very much into big brother. 7.3. hoshi adores a good singing contest. 8. ellie and trip bond over sun , surf and florida. well for ellie its mainly bonding over the fact that disney.world still exists. the idea that it does has ellie bouncing out of her seat (and a little terrified). 9. ellie has a four legged shadow.  she fed porthos cheese once and that dog follows her everywhere. 9.1. if he’s a good enough dog , she will feed him something more nutritious than the bagged dog food archer always seems to give him. 10. ngl when i say the four of them , i mean archer/trip/t’pol/ellie , all somehow end up joined at the hip. maybe its just a senior staff type of thing. the only ones to know of ellie’s special ability or something else. who knows. :)))))

[gatefleet]

This was so good! The feels ;-;

Flowers and Secret Beginnings

Prompts: "Please tell me that's not your blood" + 'B bringing A hand picked flowers.' Requested by: @spuffyfan394 (Mystery Prompt Green 47) and @youngcroissantturkeyworribler (Mystery Prompt Green 23)

Pairing: Jonathan Archer x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of phasers; weapons, blood; injuries; mentions of medical rooms/bandages, etc.

Words: ~1.7k

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You smiled softly as you ran your finger gently over the flower in front of you. The unusual silvery white flower released a fragrance you could not describe, but wanted bottled so you could smell it every day.

Jonathan watched you momentarily, a soft smile on his face. Every time you came to a new planet, you were always in awe of the new plants and flowers you often came across. You always seemed the happiest in nature, and especially in new places.

Hearing the Captain step up beside you, you looked over at him and smiled "Beautiful aren't they?"

"Very." He replied with a smile before he met your eyes.

His eyes then gently grazed over the rest of your face, and you felt your neck and ears burn hot. You hated when he did that, yet you loved it at the same time. He never just glanced at you, he always looked, as though he was studying you.

His eyes locked with yours again, and you felt your heart flutter. Clearing your throat a bit, you looked back down at the flowers momentarily before turning around.

"Well where to no-"

Your sentence was cut off as the ground beside you burst apart as some form of weapon's fire struck it. You flinched back, feeling the Captain grab your arm. Looking out, you saw seemingly armored aliens running towards you with weapons, shouting unknown words you sure were threats.

Taking out your own phasers, you and the Captain ran towards the cover of a nearby tree. The Captain called through his radio alarming the ship of what was happening.

As you leaned with your back against the tree, the Captain was in front of you, practically pressed against you as you both took cover.

If you weren't so frightened for your life, you'd be flustered and shy by this. But your mind was distracted as you fired at the hostile aliens, to keep them back.

You met the Captains gaze. "I thought this planet wasn't inhabited?"

He spoke while firing a few more times at the hostile aliens "It's not supposed to be, they must not be native." He looked to the left and let out a frustrated sigh "We need to get to the shuttle."

"It'll be dangerous."

As a shot from the aliens pierce the tree, seeing bark flying past. Both of you fired your own phasers in response.

"More or less dangerous than this?"

You shrugged a bit "Hard to say."

"We should run through those trees over there and then go around to the shuttle, it'll take longer, but will give us more cover."

You nodded silently as he locked his eyes with yours. Nodding his head as well, you both took a breath before you fired your phasers at the aliens and ran out and towards the nearby trees.

As you heard an unusual language shouted out from the aliens, as weapons fire flew past, you fired blindly back behind you. Your heart pumped heavily as your breathing was harsh.

Just as you jumped across a small stream, you felt a harsh burning in your side. You ignored it as you kept pushing forward, thinking you were just cramping.

As a tree exploded beside you, you stumbled, ducking down, as spots clouded your vision, as your side began to ache. Looking down, you saw red seeping out from your uniform.

'Oh.' Anxiety coursed through you, but you knew you could not stop now, you had to keep going. Taking a breath, you quickly caught up with the Captain as he reached back for you, as he fired behind you.

Seeing the shuttle just ahead you felt a small amount of relief fill your chest. As you got to the door, you opened it, as you turned back and fired at the aliens who were close behind.

As the Captain pulled you inside the shuttle, you fired out until the doors shut. You did not allow yourself to relax until you felt the shuttle begin to lift off the ground.

Hearing nothing but yours and the Captain's heavy breathing, you looked back down at your soaked abdomen, as pain began to ache through you.

"We should be clear and free" the Captain began, "The Enterprise is ready to meet us half w-" He felt his chest tighten as his eyes landed on you. Standing from his chair, his breath caught in his throat. You were leaning against the wall, looking down at your hand, damp with blood. His eyes trailed down to your side, were he saw your uniform covered in more blood.

He let out a soft breath, as his voice was almost pleading. "Please tell me that's not your blood."

You looked up and met his eyes before you let out a breathy laugh, plopping down into a nearby seat "Who else would it belong to?"

Quickly stepping forward and kneeling down by your side, he gently grabbed your arms "Just hold on, we'll be at the Enterprise soon."

You leaned your head back as your vision got spotty again, you nodded your head softly, but felt yourself losing consciousness.

"Y/n, y/n, no." His voice was thick with worry as you felt his hand on your face. "Y/n look at me."

You opened your eyes as much as you could, just enough to lock your eyes with his. You opened you mouth to speak, but nothing came out as you were engulfed in darkness.

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Hearing a familiar voice coaxing you awake your eyes fluttered open. You squinted as light hit your eyes and you let out a soft groan.

"There you are. Welcome back Y/n."

Blinking against the light, your eyes landed on Phlox's familiar face. "Phlox." You said softly, your voice tired.

"Y/n" He nodded with a smile. "You certainly gave us a scare there. But you'll be just fine." He patted your hand reassuringly.

You gently laid your hand on your side, where you knew you had been shot. You could feel the bandage beneath your shit, and let out a soft sigh. "How long have I been out?"

"A couple of days." He replied quickly. "I'm going to inform the Captain you are awake. I've had to chase him out of here multiple times."

"Why?" You asked curiously as you sat up.

He looked back and you and smiled. "He would not stop pacing. It was driving me crazy." He lowered his voice a little, as if telling a secret "He was very worried about you."

As Phlox walked away, you felt your heart flutter thinking about the Captain pacing by your bedside, worried. You felt a soft smile cross your face at the thought.

Not long later, you heard the med-bay doors slide open. You felt your chest tighten, you didn't have to see who it was, you knew. A moment later, your thought was confirmed as the Captain rounded the corner.

The second his eyes landed on you, you saw relief cross his face, before it was replaced with a smile. As he walked closer, you noted how his hand was hidden behind his back.

You smiled at him as you met his eyes "Captain."

He let out a soft breath as he came to your side. Smiling down at you he tilted his head a bit. "Jonathan, please."

You felt butterflies as you smiled softly, "Jonathan." You corrected.

He smiled down at you, before clearing his throat and bringing his hand out from behind his back, revealing a bundle of flowers.

You felt your heart jump in your chest "I brought you these."

Handing them to you, you stared at them in awe. "These are from the planet."

He nodded proudly. "Yes. I knew how much you liked them."

You met his eyes "You had someone go down and get them for me? After we were attacked?" You were both flattered and flustered at the thought.

"No, well, I mean, I went myself. After we had learned those aliens had fled as well. So don't worry, it was safe."

"Y-you, went down and...picked them for me?"

He shrugged his head a bit as he scratched the back of his neck. "Yes?"

You smiled and shook your head in bewilderment. "Why?" You almost laughed out.

He smiled at you, as he sat on the bed beside you. His hand rested beside your own, fingers touching. "I thought it might be obvious."

You smiled as you looked down at his hand before looking at the flowers. Your ears burned hot, and you were sure he could tell how flustered you were. "I thought it best I didn't assume."

He dipped his head down, to meet your eyes and smiled softly. "Because it's inappropriate? Or because you don't feel the same?"

"Neither." You said softly as you met his eyes.

"Then why?"

"Because I was afraid you were the one who didn't feel the same."

His smile widened a bit before he moved further up the bed to be closer to you. Looking around quickly, he leaning forward, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

After slowly pulling way, he met your eyes again and spoke in a whisper "Then I guess there is nothing for either of us to worry about."

You shrugged your head a bit "Well, I mean, it is technically inappropriate, and against the rules."

He let out a soft laugh and nodded his head "Right." He shrugged softly as he rested his hand on top of yours. "Well, I know a few ways to get around that."

You let out a soft laugh "Of course you do."

He grinned as he squeezed your hand, "Your worth a few broken rules I think."

You shook your head softly "You might regret that decision."

He shook his head softly as he leaned closer to you, stopping just as your noses touched. "I don't think I will."

Closing the distance between you, his lips pressed against yours, in a kiss you knew should not happen. But you melted into it, as you trusted him, knowing, that some how, it would be okay in the end.

xx End xx

Wasn't really sure how to end it, but there ya' go lol.

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[ragingbookdragon]

Veils of Gold

Royal AU! Knight!Simon Ghost Riley x Queen!Reader

Word Count: 1.1K Warnings: None

Author's Note: Knight Simon being completely down to his knees for his Queen is something I hold dear in my heart

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It was piss poor luck on his part that the archer had spectacularly good aim and got to him before John or Kyle could. The arrow hit the soft part of his armor in the back of his knee, sinking through and out the side, hitting against the inside of his steel armor. Instantly, he felt the coursing of some type of poison as he went to his good knee, cursing and reaching back for his bad knee. He watched through the corner of his visor as John’s claymore bit into the archer’s shoulder and cleaved halfway through his torso before he dropped.

John ran to him, dropping his sword down as he knelt. “How bad is it?” he asked, prodding the wound and watching as crimson stained through the brown leather of his glove.

“Bad,” Simon said. “Poisoned.”

“Shite. Captain!”

Jonathan sprinted over, sheathing his own sword as he lifted two fingers to his mouth and whistled for his horse. “John, help him onto the horse and lead him back to the castle. Kyle, you and I will continue to scout out the rest of the enemies.”

“Yes sir,” he replied, pulling another arrow, and nocking it.

“I can still fight,” Simon griped, pushing himself up to his feet; he reached behind and yanked the arrow out, only letting out a very nasty grunt of pain. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine and you’ll do as I command,” Jonathan replied, pointing to the horse. “You’re in no condition to fight. You’ll either get yourself or all of us killed.”

“Cap—”

“That’s an order, Knight Lieutenant.”

Jonathan voice booked no room for an argument and Simon acquiesced as he hobbled over to the horse, though he knocked John’s hands away as he pulled himself up on the horse.

“I’ll scout ahead,” John muttered, pulling out his bow. “Will you be okay until we—”

“I’ll be fine,” Simon griped, pulling the reins of the horse. “Let’s go.”

***

Effectively, the last thing Simon remembered was crossing the bridge into town, panting like a dog before he toppled sideways into the freezing water below. All he could think was how nice it felt seeping under his armor and flooding over his heated skin.

***

Dripping echoed in his ears, a throbbing settled between them as pain pulsed through his skull and shot down to his leg. He grimaced, cracking an eye open, expecting to see the wooden ceiling of the Knight’s lodging but instead was greeted with a gilded golden mosaic encrusted with gemstones and marble. It took him a moment before he realized where and whose room he was in—the Queen’s.

Another drip sounded and he turned his head along the silk pillow, watching as a veiled figure dipped their hands into the water basin in the corner of the room; a woman, by the shape of their figure and it was only until they turned with a wet rag that he realized it was her.

She wore a white and gold, sleeveless gown that dipped lower in the front than he liked it too, but she looked the portrait of heraldry, especially with the golden veil that circled her hair like a halo and down her back. Slits in the side of her white dress showed her legs as she walked, and he watched her gold sandal, adorned feet with each step until she sat down on the bed beside him. Gently, she laid the rag on his forehead and touched his cheek.

“Your servants will talk,” he whispered, practically delirious and unable to tear his eyes from the sight of the gold sewn into the bodice of her dress and up where it collared by her neck and shoulders. “They will know.”

Her hum was heaven’s music as she pulled the sheet away from his leg and gently went about cleaning his wound again.

His stomach dropped when he saw crimson on her hands and his shot out, grasping her wrists. “Stop. Stop touching me.”

“Simon?” she appeared shocked, not that he had grabbed her so tightly but that his voice seemed on the verge of hysterics.

“My blood,” he breathed. “I am not worthy enough to have bled onto your clean hands.”

“Then you are also not worthy to have my white gown wipe away the sweat and grime too,” she said, all the while, rubbing the end of her dress along his knee, slicking it with dirt, sweat, and blood.

“My Queen,” he begged. “Please, I am unclean. I am too stained for your purity. I—”

“You will lie as your Queen commands and be healed under her hands,” she interrupted, giving him a stare that would have withered a lesser man.

Simon swallowed his words, a tightness in his chest as he watched her dip her dress into the jug of water next to the nightstand and begin anew, wiping his wound.

“I am unworthy of such pure grace,” he whispered, and she smiled, her eyes soft and gentle.

“You are a foolish man,” she murmured, pouring a thick looking greenish liquid into the wound before she wrapped it. “A man I admire greatly, but a foolish one all the same.”

He felt his breathing stutter in his lungs when her hands drifted up his wrapped knee to the inside of his thigh, then to his hip, where she caressed the sharp bone beneath his skin before she bent down and kissed it. “My Queen,” he groaned, feeling her lips turn upwards against his pale skin; he felt his chest flush with a pale redness at the intimacy. If anyone saw—“Please, have mercy upon me…” he pleaded. “Should anyone see you in such a compromised position…”

“You are such a worrier,” she sighed, sitting up; her hand rested upon his cheek before it gently threaded into the hair at the side of his head. “The door to my quarters is locked. No one can come in.”

Simon gazed at her, lovesick and feverish. “I do not wish for your reputation to be tainted as mine has been. You are too good for it.”

She ignored him and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. “You are loved by the most powerful woman this side of the land. You hold more power over me and my resolve than any law ever will.”

He whimpered into her and reached up, touching the veil she wore. “I yet still believe that one touch from your hallowed form will free me from all I have done.”

“Should it not, you know I would walk beside you in hell until we have.”

“I am not worthy,” he murmured, and she quieted him.

“Hush, you are the most.”

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

THE MORNING SKY

── Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader

BONUS CHAPTER ── 2.5 [ MEET THE TRIBUTES! ]

TABLE OF CONTENTS

after mapping out most of the story, this is going to be a bit longer than i thought. although the games aren’t the sole focus of the story, i do want to show you the other tributes! i always appreciate when face claims are given to other characters because i like being able to put faces to names. note ~ not all will be extensively featured

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┊ ┊ ⋆˚    MEET

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DISTRICT ONE

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── LUXURY GOODS

GAVIN LEATHERWOOD AS ATLAS

FREYA ALLAN AS EMERALD

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DISTRICT TWO

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── MASONRY + WEAPONS

EWAN MITCHELL AS AEMOND

TOBY REGBO AS CASSIAN

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DISTRICT THREE

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── TECHNOLOGY

LORENZO ZURZOLO AS FELIX

MAITREYI RAMAKRISHNAN AS ANTONIA

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DISTRICT FOUR

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── FISHING

ALEXANDER DREYMON AS ROMAN

LEAH SAVA JEFFRIES AS ANNA

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DISTRICT FIVE

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── ELECTRICITY

CURRAN WALTERS AS LEDGER

MACKENZIE FOY AS AURORA

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DISTRICT SIX

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── TRANSPORTATION

KI HONG LEE AS EVERETT

KATELYN NACON AS FREYA

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DISTRICT SEVEN

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── LUMBER

JACOB LOFLAND AS ELLIS

JENNA ORTEGA AS DAHLIA

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── TEXTILES

JONATHAN DAVISS AS CAIUS

EMMA MYERS AS MEADOW

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DISTRICT NINE

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── GRAIN PRODUCTION

ALEX LANGE AS DARIUS

EMILY CAREY AS POPPY

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DISTRICT TEN

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── LIVESTOCK / MEAT PRODUCTION

NICK ROBINSON AS ARTHUR

ISABELA MONER AS VERA

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── AGRICULTURE

DIMITRI ABOLD AS REAPER

MCKENNA GRACE AS SKYE

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DISTRICT TWELVE

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── COAL MINING

HARRY GILBY AS ARCHER

YOU AS CORYO’S SOULMATE 🤪

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request are: CLOSED

commissions are: OPENED

characters that i write for

shows/movies

fate series: cu, gilgamesh, diarmuid, archer(shirou emiya), etc

bungo no stray dogs: yukichi fukuzawa, atsushi nakajima, doppo kunikida, isamu dazai, ranpo edogawa, chūya nakahara, ryūnosuke akutagawa, fyodor dostoevsky, etc

dungeon meshi: laios, chilchuck, marcelle, senshi, kabaru,

bnha: shouta aizawa, keigo takami, mirio togata, mirai sasaki, snipe, taishiro toyomitsu, tamaki amajiki, rumi usagiyama, etc

jujutsu kaisen:

trigun stampede: vash the stampede, nicholas d. wolfwood, knives millions

lego monkie kid: mk, macaque, sun wukong, red son, mayor, tang, huntsmen, syntax

blood of zeus: heron, ares, apollo, hermes,

spiderverse: miguel o'hara, peter b. parker, the spot/jonathan ohnn, spider noir

hazbin hotel: valentino, vox, husk, alastor

helluva boss: blitzø, stoles, asmodeus, frizz, stricker,

transformers bayverse, knightverse, prime, animated, beast wars, wfc show,

bots: optimus prime, ratchet, bulkhead, bumblebee, wheeljack, blurr,

megatron, starscream, knockout, breakdown, dreadwing, skyquake, predaking, soundwave, shockwave,

transformers animated: optimus prime, ratchet, bulkhead, bumblebee, blurr, blitzwing, megatron, shockwave, starscream

transformers bayverse: optimus prime, bumblebee, ironhide, cross hair, drift, megatron, shockwave, soundwave,

transformers earthspark: optimus prime, bumblebee, wheeljack, grimlock, megatron, breakdown, starscream, swindle, hardtop, skywarp, nova storm, soundwave, shockwave, trrantulas, skullcruncher

games

modern warfare: john price, john "soap" mactavish, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, phillip graves, nikolai

destiny 2: cayde-6, banshee-44, osiris & saint-14, drifter, missraks, spider, varkis, shaxx, saladin, zavala

genshin impact: diluc, kaeya, kazuha, al haitham, kaveh, cyno, tighnari, zhongli, xiao, albedo, ayato, childe, itto, thoma, gorou, capitano, perrio, dottore

honkai: star rail: sampo, gepard, welt, dan heng, jing yuan, blade, kafka, himeko, natasha

undertale: grillby, gaster, sans, papyrus, ink, error, nightmare

undertale aus: underfell, underswap, swapfell, horrortale, outertale, mobtale, mafiafell

obey me: lucifer, satan, beelzebub, mammon, diavolo, barbatos, siemon

DNI if:

you're racist, homophoic, xenophobic, transphobic, misogynistic, misandrist, islamophobic, anti-semtic, are a pedophile/map/support pedophila/loli con enjoyers, pro-shippers. | under 13 yrs old | female or fem readers

i will write:

headcanons & fics

gn & male reader

fluff, angst, nsfw(COMMISSION ONLY)

tropes and aus

character × character

character x reader

non human reader and characters

omegaverse

polyamory

yan & darker stuff on @luvccm

i will not write

incest/pedophila

cheating

female reader

self harn/suicide

scat

[mr-celestial-writings]

DC MASTERLIST

These are all The DC characters I will write for. Please keep that in mind as you submit your requests, along with the boundaries you can find here.

Happy Reading!

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Bats:

Bruce Wayne:

Cradle [Bruce Wayne + Child! GN! Reader] [Fanfic]

The Oldest Biological Child [TMasc! Reader] [HC/Drabble]

Depression [Bruce Wayne + Outaw! Tmasc! Reader] [Fanfic]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Richard "Dick" Grayson:

A Younger Sibling's Comfort [Richard "Dick" Grayson + Younger Sibling! GN! Reader] [Fanfic]

The Oldest Biological Child [TMasc! Reader] [HC/Drabble]

Denial [Richard "Dick" Grayson + Outlaw! TMasc! Sibling! Reader] [Fanfic]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Jason Todd:

Comfort For A Hurt Heart [Jason Todd x Male! Reader] [Fanfic]

The Oldest Biological Child [TMasc! Reader] [HC/Drabble]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Timothy "Tim" Drake:

Sweater Weather [Timothy "Tim" Drake x GN! Reader] [Fanfic]

The Oldest Biological Child [TMasc! Reader] [HC/Drabble]

Anger [Timothy "Tim" Drake + Outlaw! TMasc! Sibling! Reader] [Fanfic]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

Problem [Timothy "Tim" Drake x GN! Reader] [Fanfic]

[More To Be Added]

Barbara Gordon:

Story Corner [Barbara Gordon x GN! Reader] [Fanfic]

The Oldest Biological Child Pt. 2 [T!masc Reader] [HC/Drabble]

Bargaining [Barbara Gordon + Outlaw! Tmasc! Reader] [Fanfic]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Stephanie Brown:

Haunted House [Stephanie "Steph" Brown x GN! Reader] [Fanfic]

The Oldest Biological Child Pt. 2 [T!masc Reader] [HC/Drabble]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Cassandra "Cass" Cain:

Ha hA HA ha [Cassandra "Cass" Cain x GN! reader] [Fanfic]

The Oldest Biological Child Pt. 2 [T!masc Reader] [HC/Drabble]

Acceptance [Cassandra "Cass" Cain + Outlaw! TMasc! Reader] [Fanfic]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Damian Wayne:

Pet Costumes [Damian Wayne + Sibling! GN! Reader] [Fanfic]

The Oldest Biological Child [TMasc! Reader] [HC/Drabble]

Confrontation [Damian Wayne + TMasc! Outlaw! Sibling! Reader]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

Shock [Damian Wayne + TMasc! Outlaw! Sibling! Reader] [Fanfic]

[More To Be Added]

Supers:

Clark Kent:

Decorations [Clark Kent + Child! GN! Reader] [Fanfic]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Conner Kent:

Baking Disasters [Conner Kent x Male! Reader] [Fanfic]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

Two Of A Feather [Conner Kent x Darkseid/Doomsday Clone! Gender Neutral! Reader] [Fanfic]

[More To Be Added]

Jonathan "Jon" Kent:

Pumpkin Patch [Jonathan "Jon" Kent + Sibling! GN! Reader] [Fanfic]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Kara Denvers:

Caramel Apples [Kara Denvers x GN! Reader] [Fanfic]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Speedsters:

Barry Allen:

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Wally West:

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Bart Allen:

Fall Fair [Bart Allen x GN! Reader] [Fanfic]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Archers:

Artemis Crock:

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Roy Harper:

Turning Leaves [Roy Harper x GN! Reader] [Fanfic]

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Oliver Queen:

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Bonus:

Diana Price:

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Hal Jordan:

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

Jamie Reyes:

Trick Or Treat [GN! Reader] [HC]

[More To Be Added]

{More To Be Added}

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[starship-argo]

These are the stories

of the star trek enthusiast

on their never ending mission

to be with fictional characters

(aka everything you need for reading on my blog)

If your looking for Star Trek x reader you’ve come to the right place! Post are few and far between but i do try!

So here’s the how to request a story!

quick queue: promptlist masterlist

Requesting!

How to request? It’s simple!

Look over my rules

Chose a character from the list below

Pick a prompt (optional)

Type it all up in the ask box and send!

Rules

Please read over these before sending as I won’t write stories that go against these rules (they’re also subject to change as I see fit)

Be patient and kind. I don’t have tons of time for writing in my day to day so i’ll get to things when I have a chance, pestering me won’t make it go any faster

I don’t write smut (maybe some slightly suggestive but nothing that’s like real lemon)

I don’t depict rape, pedos, just generally I don’t want to get into largely triggering topics so avoiding that would be best

I have the right to not write. just because you sent doesn’t mean I owe you anything. That being said I do want to write and i’ll try to answer all request but i’m not always going to have a chance as i’m a very busy person

Characters

Subject to change as I watch more of the shows and series’s ( <3 = personal favorites and probably more likely to be written for :3)

Enterprise

Trip Tucker <3

Jonathan Archer

Hoshi Sato <3

T’pol VulcanLastName

TBD

Deep Space 9

Coming soon

Kelvin Timeline (not SNW!!) it’s not my cup of tea

Jim Kirk

Spock <3

Pavel Chekov <3

Leonard McCoy

Nyota Uhura

TBD

Prompt list

Prompt list

If you have any questions feel free to ask me anytime!

[warpfive]

CAPTAINS + UNTIMELY 'I LOVE YOU'S

awkward moments when the captains confessed their love for you

CW: gn! reader, mentions of peril

CREW: chris pike, jean-luc picard, kathryn janeway, benjamin sisko, jonathan archer

CHRIS - 100% the type of guy to say “i love you” before leaving for his shift in the morning and doesn’t realize it until he’s halfway to the bridge and it would be too awkward to go back to your quarters. feels kinda embarrassed because i think chris would’ve wanted to tell you over a nice dinner or overlooking a beautiful nebula or even just laying in bed with you tucked up against his chest. he tries to make excuses to see you during the day, but it never really works out - a spacial anomaly knocked out half a dozen systems and chris has been yanked this way and that and the one he did see you was in engineering and your face was smeared with something and it really reminded him that he did mean what he said, even if the timing wasn’t great. later that night, you’re both exhausted and unable to move. still, you turn over, sigh against his shoulder, and tell him you loved him too. chris started a tradition of saying “i love you” every morning, and you say it every night.

JEAN-LUC - he tries to insist to you that merely saying the words “i love you” while reciting a poem didn’t count, but you think otherwise. because you really, really wanted that time to be the first - it was a remarkably quiet night after a nice dinner. your head rested in his lap, eyes drooping, almost asleep - and jean-luc’s voice definitely didn’t help. he was reading out loud some poetry you can’t remember the title of but it didn’t matter because his voice was low and soothing, acting like an audible tranquilizer. one hand held the book, the other in his lap, massaging his fingers through your hair, and he said it. the words were part of the poem, he must’ve read the line a million times, but in that specific moment, it just meant so much more. you turn over on your back, smile up at him, and tell him you loved him too. jean-luc sputtered, trying to explain that it was simply the poem, but you didn’t care. he could use some spontaneity that didn’t endanger his life - he was also much too enamored by your wide, sleepy smile to argue any more.

KATHRYN - she hadn’t talked to anybody after the day’s events - not the doctor, not chakotay, not even you. kathryn’s isolation wasn’t a new phenomena and you weren’t just some officer who had to let the ship’s captain bottle everything up under threat of court martial. it wasn’t any surprise that she retreated into one of the holodecks - her da vinci program, the one you knew she used when reality was too difficult and she needed to get back to basics. to ground herself. it was dark when you entered, lit only by flickering candlelight and a half-moon. it was a relief to hear her voice, flat and muted as it was. and with your curiosity and worry sated, you debated on leaving kathryn alone for a couple hours. but she said your name, and holo-da vinci responded in a way that made you realize she’s talked about you before. kathryn told him about the day’s events - the danger you were in, and how scared she was, even if she couldn’t show it in front of her crew. how much she’s come to love you, deeply, frighteningly. and when you accidentally knocked over one of the hologram’s little sculptures and kathryn saw your figure illuminated by the candlelight, she wasn’t even angry. no, her grin was too wide to force a frown, and her heart too malleable to make it mad. it’s safe to say that the holodeck wasn’t available for the next few hours.

BENJAMIN - ben’s stubbornness was a trait that was easy to overlook in light of all the other wonderful things about him - his compassion, courage, empathy, love. but that giant bull of a personality trait did love to rear its head during some of the most stressful times and there wasn’t a damn thing either of you could do about it once the argument started. you’d keep pressing your own thoughts about the recon mission into dominion space, wanting him to understand - he would, but ben just gets so set in his ways when he thinks he’s right about something. it’s too dangerous, he says. not worth the risk, not when you’re more useful on the station. you want to come along, he says no, you keep asking him why, your argument turns into a yelling match. benjamin says he loves you too much to lose you to a firefight, he can't go through something like that again. the room is dead quiet, and again, he’s much too stubborn to try and backpedal. the argument is over when you concede to his original plan, but not before hugging him so tight, you can’t hardly breathe. well, that’s probably how he would’ve felt if you’d gone on the mission, so it’s only fair.

JONATHAN - it was late (early?), neither of you due for your shifts for another few hours, and porthos had decided to sleep right between you and jon. you didn’t mind all that much, perfectly content to snuggle up to the beagle while intertwining your legs with jon’s, just to keep in contact. but it seemed the captain wasn’t as forgiving, viewing porthos’ obstruction as purposeful - maybe he was jealous of jon giving you more and more attention, rather than him. you awoke to his soft words, barely above a whisper, and the light thudding of a tail against the sheets. for a moment, you were tempted to roll over and tease him for talking to his dog, but something held you back. is it eavesdropping if you’re in the same bed and a dog is involved? jon is half-asleep, you could tell by his voice, when he scolds porthos for acting out. he says he loves him a lot, but he also loves you, and porthos is just going to have to get used to sharing him. it was so calm, so matter-of-fact, that even when jon fell back asleep, you were kept awake by the echo of his words in your head. and you were sure to sneak porthos a treat in the morning.

[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

Star Trek Enterprise

Charles "Trip" Tucker:

Sugar and Spice ( Trip x gen!Reader) After getting a recommondation from Malcolm, you insist in going to the tea shop. Trip is not happy about it, since the weather in time you chose is almost like a snowstorm.

Jonathan Archer:

Fireplace (Archer x gen!reader) Christmas can be awefully exhausting and sometimes one needs a little bit alone time

Malcolm Reed:

Tick Tock, goes the clock (Malcolm x fem!Reader) Reader and Malcolm are trapped together in a cell until Archer manages to bail them out. Soulmate AU

Mestral:

Frozen Heart (Mestral x fem!reader)Mestral grew up on a desert planet and never had to learn how to skate on ice. Now is the perfect time to change that

Thy'lek Shran:

Is that mine? (Shran x fem!Reader) The reader comes back home only to find that apparently some of their clothes have changed ownership….

T'Pol:

In Sick and in Health (T'Pol x fem!Reader)She notices you've been off / upset recently and tries to help you through it

Yuris:

Coming Home (Yuris x fem!Reader) Yuris thinks that exile may have a lot more advantages than Vulcan.

[eden031]

Late night revelations

Jonathan Archer/reader , Jonathan Archer/original female character

Late night conversations, major character injury, Ensign!reader, Ambiguous/open ending, pre-slash, insomnia

Summary: Neither her nor the Captain can sleep at night, late night conversations ensue and feelings grow.

[teroknope]

Trekkies - please give me prompts for Captain Archer X Reader. I want to write for him, but I just can’t get a good idea in my head 😭😭