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Herwì Syulang: Chapter 4

Neteyam Sully X Fem Na’vi!OC

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Word Count: 4.2K

Summary: Quaritch is back... 5 years after the battle between the Sky People and the Sully Family alongside the Metikayina Clan, the exact battle where Neteyam was almost taken by Eywa. Seeking revenge yet again on Jake Sully, Quaritch massacres an entire Na’vi Clan in the Snow Mountains of Pandora - sparing one young Na’vi girl’s life to send the great Toruk Makto a message.

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Angst, Fluff, Swearing

Author’s Note: oooooh so now we have a time skip showing Nete and Herwìva’s relationship evolving hehehehe, pls lmk your thoughts!! feedback and reblogs are appreciated <3

A few weeks had passed. Herwìva was still struggling with her nightmares, but they came less frequently now and every time they did, Neteyam was always there to hold her until she stopped crying and calmed down enough to fall into slumber again. Every time he did come to her to comfort her until she was okay, she found herself easing into a quick routine of relaxing at his presence. His warmth and delicate lull of his voice eased her anxieties. The type of delicacy and gentle tone in his vocals was something she only ever got to hear in those moments before he went back to maintaining his strong, Olo’eyktan-in-training persona.

During the time that she had been here, Neteyam and Kiri also helped her adjust to life within the clan and the Omatikaya people has grown used to her presence, some even offering her friendship alongside advice and help if she ever needed it. It was heart-warming how accepted she was amongst the people and none of them had brought up much about her past in respect to not upsetting her. She was still mourning after all.

Neteyam had helped her practise her hunting skills and general knowledge about the forest and how life functioned and flowed within the clan whilst Kiri showed her new areas and introduced her to new people, sharing stories and the history of the village with her. She had met nearly everyone by now and could wonder around freely, always finding her way to necessary destinations and back to Neteyam’s tent when she needed to.

She had spent most of her time with the Sully family, joining their family meals and they had all gotten to know each other well. She felt as if she had been welcomed into a second family and she noticed that Neytiri and Jake had a soft spot for her, much like their children who she had grown close too.

Lo’ak and Tisreya had gone back to the Metekayina village a week after she had arrived and they were still there now. She wondered what life was like on the reefs of Pandora. The way Tsireya had described it to her made it seem magical and extraordinary Herwìva had hoped to visit someday.

Since her arrival, Jake been having daily meetings with the counsel, always having the clan’s strongest warriors on patrol in the area, ready to spot any unusual activity or potential Sky People.

Seeing as Herwìva had also completed her Iknimaya within her clan, which was very similar to the ways of Omatikaya, the forest clan granted her permission to reside with them without having to go through their ways of Iknimaya. At first, she insisted on it out of respect and wanting to prove herself to the forest people but after Jake firmly stated that he believed her to have true intentions and a strong heart – telling her that she would find her ways within the clan and become one with Omatikaya naturally.

Despite being a Na’Vi from colder and icy landscapes, she had already adapted well within the clan. However, she felt like there was something missing. She no longer had her family. She no longer had her people she grew up with and learnt from.

“Come,” Neteyam cheered, snapping Herwìva out of her thoughts.

She hadn’t seen him all day due to him fulfilling his duties within the clan and had been practising her weaving skills on the loom in front of her that Kiri had taught her how to use to fill up her time in the quiet room. She had spent most of the day hauled up within Neteyam’s tent, making new garments for the People and she hadn’t even heard him enter.

“Huh?”

“You’re thinking about them, aren’t you?”

She smiled sadly, “I never stop.” She missed and longed for her family and old home so deeply. She had grown to love the forest but still loved the snowy mountains she had lived on for nineteen years, more. “Come where?”

“I want to show you something!” He reached his hands out, helping her off the ground from the inside of his tent.

Eyeing him suspiciously, she followed him out of the tent. It was dark out; the bioluminescent flora lighting the way and illuminating under their steps. She still wasn’t used to the dirt and grass on her bare feet. Her eyes trailed over his back, unable to look away from how the muscles tensed until he turned around facing her.

The Olo’eyktan-in-training suddenly grinned and called out in the trees to his Ikran. The pair were standing on the outskirts of the village now, looming under where the clan’s ikran’s nested.

Herwìva gave him a perplexed look as Neteyam let out another hoot and there was soon rustling above the pair, a few leaves floating down gracefully whilst branches cracked before a magnificent banshee squawked and landed beside them.

Herwìva’s eyes expanded at the sight of the creature. It’s bright blue colours and yellow and brown toned patterns littered across it’s skin and she stared in awe. “She’s gorgeous,” she breathed out.

“Told you she was,” he grinned in response. “Hey, Atan. How are you, my strong girl?” Neteyam smiled at ikran, petting her with his hands, and her tongue clicked whilst she nuzzled into his touch. He grabbed onto his long, thick braid and made tsahelyu with Atan – allowing Herwìva to approach.

“Atan? Why did you name her light?” Herwìva questioned as she approached the creature, gently stroking her hand along Atan’s neck causing the ikran to purr.

“Because she makes me feel light in every sense of the word when I ride her,” he explained with his doe eyes glinting under the moon. “I feel lightened and my worries disappear.”

Herwìva knew that feeling all too well. Being bonded with one of the banshee’s and flying with them was an indescribable experience. Her smooth hand continued to stroke along the creature and it began to lean into her touch.

“She likes you.” There was amusement in his voice.

“Are you sure she’s not just feeling what you’re feeling?” She jested and sent the Omatikaya boy a teasing look with her eyes moving towards the tsaheylu made between him and the creature.

He rolled his eyes, face heating up at the comment and playfully reached down to yank Herwìva’s swaying tail, making her squeal at the contact. In retaliation, she did the same, reaching for his and pulling it. He jumped in surpise and Atan let out a shrill squawk, feeling it through him. “Hey, that’s no fair!” She only giggled in response, stepping away and out of his reach to prevent the warrior from pulling the same trick.

Over the past few weeks, the pair had became closer to each other. They spent as much free time as they had, together. Their connection had only grew with deep late night talks, sharing more information about themselves to each other, teasing comments and touches. They enjoyed the company of each other and when they were apart – Herwìva found her mind wondering to Neteyam and vice versa.

Neteyam then swung his leg over his ikran and perched himself on top to sit. “We’re going for a ride.”

Herwìva looked at him hesitantly. Her own bandshee popping into her mind. “Somehow I don’t think Näfol will like that.”

The ikran rider only smirked with his younger brother’s mischief shing through his green orbs. “He doesn’t have to know.”

A fake, dramatic laugh left Herwìva’s lips and she accusingly placed her hands on her chest. “Are you trying to get me into trouble Mr Perfect?”

He scoffed at his well-known nickname and stretched out his arm, offering the snow Na’Vi a hand. “We’ll take Näfol out for a fly tomorrow. I want to show you something, remember?”

“Oh? I thought you wanted to show me Atan?” She asked curiously.

“Yes, but we’re also going somewhere.” He beamed as Herwìva took his hand and he pulled her up.

She was behind him. Thighs grazing the backs of his legs and chest touching the firmness of his back. Her hands slowly snaked their way around his slim waist and her hands made their way to his abdomen, feeling the muscles beneath her fingertips.

He shivered slightly at the touch.

Herwìva pulled her hands back in response to his light movements, but he only grabbed her hands and wrapped them around him tighter and her heart fluttered at the contact.

“Sorry, am I not too cold?”

He laughed at the girl who clearing didn’t understand her effect on him and played into her thoughts, not wanting to expose himself as he had already been teased by her once tonight. “You were born in the snow; I’d expect nothing less. Now, hold on!”

With no second to spare, Atan was lifting into the air with her wings flapping. As they ascended, Herwìva clutched onto Neteyam tighter. She felt his heartbeat increase as she pressed her chest to his back and looked down, seeing that they were now far above the trees of the glowing forest. The stars and moon illuminated the sky and it was beautiful.

“This is incredible!” The happiness could be heard in her voice and Neteyam smiled, leaning back comfortably into her touch.

The wind blew against them as they flew on Atan. The breeze carrying Neteyams scent onto Herwìva and her nostrils widened slightly. He smelt like a mixture of his wooden habitat and fresh flora with deep undertones of cinnamon spice. It was surprisingly raw and sweet. She found his scent consoling and it reminded her of the times her and Astríx would sit around their family’s fire making sweet treats for after dinner.

“We’re almost here!” Neteyam announced, snapping Herwìva out of her thoughts. Her eyes flicked down to the trees they began to descend into and she gripped Neteyam’s torso tighter.

Once Atan made a smooth landing onto the forest floor, Neteyam dismounted her and helped Herwìva slid off his Ikran to join him.

“Thank you,” she whispered as her eyes flickered around at her new surroundings.

There was a bioluminescent pond a few steps away with a small waterfall trickling into it. The sounds of the water crashing into the pond were relaxing and it felt like a dream. It was a serene sight and Herwìva’s legs carried her over to the glowing pond, crouching down and running her fingers through the water to see a few fish approach. The small creatures kissed her fingers and she let out a quite laugh.

“Where are we?”

The warrior crouched beside her, taking in her face that was filled with wonder and a smile graced his lips. “My Dad taught me how to fish here when I was younger. I’ve been coming back here ever since. Usually, when I need some time to myself and to relieve some weight off my shoulders.”

“Are you feeling like that now?” She questioned, concern evident in her features.

Shaking his head, he sat on the grassy edge of the pond and dipped his feet into the warm water. “No, but I thought it might help ease some weight off your own shoulders.”

I don’t need a pond for that when you’re right here with me, she thought. But alas, she only nodded. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

After a while, the two Na’Vi found themselves falling into quiet chatter as Neteyam told her about the first time his father brought him here and how proud his Dad was when his spear caught his very first fish. She then realised that Jake probably didn’t show his children how proud he was of them as much as he should have and that this memory was an important one to the eldest Sully.

Herwìva was observant and knew that Neteyam was consistently focused on pleasing other’s, making his parents and those around him happing. Ensuring everyone’s safety under his father’s orders. He had a huge sense of responsibility placed onto him at such a young age, being the eldest son of the Omatikaya Olo’eyktan and Olo’ykte and the firstborn grandson of the Omatikya Tsahík. He was the firstborn child of The Toruk Makto. She knew he had burdened so much and had so many expectations placed onto him at such a young age. She wished she could help him ease some of that burden as she understood what it was like, to an extent, after all the help and friendship he gave her.

As they sat beside each other, she found herself growing tired and leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder. His tail gently swished beside him at the action and Herwìva’s own tail gently wrapped around his.

The silky skin of their tails glided against the other. The contrast of their natural body temperatures was soothing. It felt right. The skin-to-skin contact and the movement of their tails intertwining was intimate, and they absorbed themselves in the closeness of each other.

Herwìva’s eyes began to drift shut and Neteyam couldn’t take his own eyes off her.

Over the past few weeks, he had developed a deep fondness for the foreign girl. Admiring the way she had bonded with his sisters and was always especially gentle and kind with Tuktirey. The way she would always make a clean kill so effortlessly and the quiet prayers to Eywa that fell off her pink lips soon after. The way her laughter and presence could change the atmosphere in any area she walked into. The way she carried herself so confidently despite everything she had been through. The way her beauty and strength struck everyone around her. The way she would smile and her icy blue eyes would practically glow every time she saw him. And the way he found a pit of jealously building up in his stomach every time she interacted with the other warriors within the clan.

She had gained a lot a attention from some of the Omatikayan males in the village and the thought of her being mated with one of them, taking her away from him, plagued his thoughts.

“Ma sevin herwì syulang (my pretty snow flower).” He sighed, eyes fluttering over the sleeping girl’s features.

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Herwìva’s eyes blinked wide as she adjusted to the light around her. The daylight was flooding through the leaves of the trees and reflecting down onto the pond beside her. Her heart was beating calmly and she felt well-rested. A familiar warmth was encasing her body and she noticed two muscular dark blue arms, that were wrapped in beads and woven armbands, around her smaller frame.

A deep, groggy moan sounded in her ears and they twitched in a panic at the sudden realisation that they had fallen asleep here. “Neteyam?”

The Omatikaya man behind her, nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. “Neteyam! We fell asleep!” She lifted herself up, out of his comforting touch. “Wake up you skxawng!”

He reached for her with his eyes still pressed closed, trying to pull her back down to him. “I’m no skxawng,” he mumbled.

“Neteyam, get up please!” She whined, her hands shaking his sleeping body in an attempt to wake him. “I’m supposed to be meeting Kiri this morning so she can take me to Mo’at and learn with her!”

The sleepy boy’s bleary eyes shot open, and he sat up. Drowsiness draping over his features. “Shit.”

The unfamiliar word registered in Herwìva’s mind but she had no time to question it as she was already pulling Neteyam up to his feet and in the direction of his Ikran.

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The pair had reached the large tent that belonged to Toruk Makto and his mate, hastily lifting the front flap and entering in a rush. Jake, Neytiri, Kiri and Tuk all looked up in shock at the pair and away from the lunch that they were eating.

“Oh so there are the tìyawn yayo’s (love birds).”

Herwìva felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment as Kiri spoke with a smug look on her face and Tuk giggled.

“Kiri!” Jake scolded the girl’s teasing before him and Neytiri shared a knowing look. A nostalgic look. As if they were remembering when they were young, had spent the night together and were late to whatever they had to attend the next morning.

Neytiri chuckled at her son’s flushed state and nodded to Herwìva. “Well? You mated with this woman?”

“What? Mum, no!” Neteyam surrendered his hands and groaned in annoyance despite deep down he had wished to have said yes. Kiri was obnoxiously attentive and had been pestering him for the past week now about when he would confess his feelings for Herwìva and now he had his own parents on his case? Not to mention, the fact that the very girl he did have feelings for was in this very room right now and very much present for this current conversation.

It wouldn’t have surprised the Sully family if Herwìva and Neteyam had, in fact, mated. Only a blind fool wouldn’t have acknowledged the chemistry and close relationship forming between the two.

Although it was true that they hadn’t mated, Herwìva felt a frown cross her features before she quickly replaced it with an apologetic look. Would Neteyam be that ashamed of her if they did mate? He defended against the idea so quickly and she felt a slight crack shoot through her chest.

Neteyam noticed the brief expression of sadness appear on her face and his heart wrenched, realising that he had upset her with his defensive reaction towards his mother and he instantly regretted it.

Herwìva faced the family and looked at the older girl who was expecting her arrival early this morning. “I’m sorry for being late. And for disrupting your meal.”

Neteyam shook his head, speaking. “No, it’s my fault. I wanted to show Herwìva something outside of the Village and we ended up falling asleep there. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

Jake chuckled. “It’s alright, son. Just go with Kiri and Herwìva to apologise to your grandmother.” The young warrior in question froze. Was his father being serious?

Neytiri nodded as if she could read her sons thought’s. Although, his look of disbelief had said enough. “Yes, take your sister and Herwìva and apologise. You know she doesn’t like tardiness.”

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The three Na’Vi were now inside Mo’at’s alcove in kelutral. The elder woman, staring at her two grandchildren and Herwìva with a sceptical expression after they had pleaded their case apologising and explaining why they hadn’t arrived after sunrise as originally planned.

Herwìva had a bubble of nerves forming in her stomach as the three were stared down by the clan’s Tsahík. She felt like she was being seen, like every thought and experience she ever had was known by the elder woman. Like her very soul was being analysed by the eys that knew her past, present and future that lies ahead of her.

Coughing, Kiri tried to hide her laughter as she watched her grandmother stare at her brother and the foreign girl who were so oblivious to their feelings for each other. Mo’at obviously knew everything.

“So,” the wise woman began. “Maite ‘itan (my daughter’s son), you’ll join us now for extra hands to work quicker with the amount of time we have left until eclipse. Today we will be collecting the tun syulang (red flower), building our knowledge on it’s healing properties and making ‘umsta (medicine).”

A puzzled look covered Neteyam’s face. His grandmother knew he had his daily duties to attend to and that the tasks Kiri and Herwìva would be doing today did not need extra help. But he trusted his grandmother and knew that she would be keeping him here out of necessity. Whatever that necessity was, he couldn’t find the answer to as he racked through his thoughts. He nodded towards his elder in respect, agreeing to join. However, he would have stayed regardless of if he didn’t have his daily duties because Herwìva was here and now his grandmother had dismissed him of his duties, he was content with staying.

“Now,” the Tsahík began, encouraging Kiri to take a seat with her on the floor and leaving the young warrior with Herwìva standing. “Neteyam I’d like you to show Herwìva where she can find the tun syulang and collect a dozen to bring back to we may begin working. Kiri and I will begin crushing some herbs to mix.”

“Yes, Grandmother.” Neteyam nodded before exiting the alcove with Herwìva following after.

Herwìva’s nerves were still present. His distinct ‘What? Mum, no!’ ringing around her head. She felt a confusing mix of emotions consuming her after situation in the Sully’s family tent. Despite knowing that she had no right to be upset with him as they weren’t courting or had declared any feelings towards each other prior. She couldn’t help but hope he would have reciprocated her non-platonic feelings after they had built up such a close friendship. But maybe that’s all it was to him… friendship.

After the two oblivious young adults left, Kiri smirked at her Mo’at. “Oh Grandmother, you are crafty.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Ma Kiri.” There was a propitious glint in the Tsahík’s eyes.

Kiri stifled a laugh. “You know Eywa talks to me too. I can see what you’re doing.”

The elder woman tutted and clicked her tongue. “There is unresolved tension between them. They are ignorant to their own emotions for each other, ignoring the Great Mother’s signals. I can see their connection through Eywa and it is only a matter of time.”

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Fingertips gracefully fondling with the florescent red flower petals, Herwìva sighed. Not a word had been spoken between her and Neteyam since they had left Mo’at’s alcove. She wasn’t exactly sure what she could say and whether or not she would bring up her true feelings or just ignore the whole thing and try to move on.

By the way things were going right now. She couldn’t do anything. Every time she opened up her mouth to speak, her voice became caught in her throat. She could be stubborn and was waiting for Neteyam to speak first.

And that, he did.

Unable to remain in silence, Neteyam knew that Herwìva was still upset with his reaction to the idea of them being mated and guilt swirled within him. The truth was, he was not opposed to it and the reality was that he hoped someday they could be bonded to each other for life. He was falling fast. The Olo’eyktan in training had a found his biggest weakness and it was something that scared him.

Approaching the snow Na’Vi, she remained fixated on the flora in front of her as Neteyam inhaled deeply. “I am sorry for this morning.”

A soft scoff left Herwìva’s lips and her focus didn’t falter as she snipped one of the flowers off it’s stem. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“But-”

“But what? You were upset at your family assuming we are mated so I can only assume that you already have someone in the Omatikaya Clan and have no interest in me. It was my mistake for assuming that this could ever have evolved into something more than a friendship or go beyond you helping me adjust to a new life here.” She huffed, snipping another flower from it’s stem and refusing to look at Neteyam in fear of how he would react to her direct words.

“Herwìva, look at me.” He commanded with a gentle tone. Reluctantly, she averted her gaze from the flora in front of her and looked up into the eyes of the dark blue man she had blooming want for.

He stared into her icy eyes, searching for forgiveness as he continued speaking. “You act like a complete skxawng sometimes. I was never upset at my family thinking we had mated. I was just shocked that they had mentioned it in front of you.”

Her face scrunched up in confusion, dropping the wooden basket that she was filling up with red flowers. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he reached out for her small hands and took them in his own, “that there is no Omatikayan in the village who I have ever been interested in. And that my family know me well enough to understand that our connection does go beyond friendship, so you aren’t wrong in hoping that it does.”

“But-”

“But what?” He mimicked, cutting her off and she let out a light laugh. “I feel something for you here,” he placed her hands on his chest over his heart and held onto them, “and I know you feel it too.”

“I do feel it,” she exhaled shakily, realising how close their faces were to each other. She could feel his breath on her face as his eyes lingered on her lips.

“I’m scared, Neteyam. I already have nothing and I don’t want to lose you too.”

“I know,” he held onto her hands tighter, “I’m scared too. You’re not going to loose me.”

Herwìva smiled, eyes softening at his confessions and reassurance. “I want to promise you that I will protect you too.”

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Trust Love One More Time: Chapter 16

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Pairing: McCoy x Fem!OC (Cara)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Starfleet offered McCoy an escape and a purpose. He expected this choice precluded a second chance for love. Yet when a journalist embeds with Enterprise’s crew, he is drawn to her and must decide whether to risk his heart again.

This work dives into McCoy’s backstory – bitter divorce and other loss – and its effect on his choices: past, present and future.

Have the courage to trust love one more time and always one more time. – Maya Angelou

Excerpt:

Cara’s shoulders inched down as tension ebbed from her body, she resettled her head on Leonard’s chest, pressing its left side into him. He deepened the embrace, tightening his arms around her. A soft sigh fell from her lips. One of his arms slid up her back, its hand cradled her neck, its thumb stroked her right cheek; his other arm encircled her waist, drawing their bodies closer. He tucked the crown of her head under his chin.

For him time ceased.

“Nothing distracts, sleep won’t come, it’s the dark you see,” her voice caught on the last word then whispered, “I’m scared.”

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Name: Rebecca Lim

Age: 15

Ship: Steve Harrington

Faceclaim: Lana Condor

Fic Title: Heart of Glass

Summary: The year is 1983.  13-year-old Valerie Lim knows change is inevitable, but hopes it never comes.  Life is exactly how she wants it to be: she spends her days eating pizza with her best friends, playing Dungeons and Dragons, and staying up late having walkie-talkie conversations with Dustin (who she totally does not have a crush on).  

Meanwhile, Valerie’s older sister Rebecca wishes desperately for something to change, but never expects it to happen.  Every day of her life is the exact same since she and Steve Harrington broke up: she goes to class, hangs out with Jonathan Byers at lunch, does her homework, and babysits her kid sister.  

But then, suddenly, change does come to Hawkins - just not in the way either Lim expected.  Within a week, Will Byers goes missing, a psychic girl wanders out of the woods, and the two are thrown into a battle between good and evil.  While Valerie fights to save Will, Rebecca is forced to confront her past with Steve.  In the middle of the fight to save Hawkins, the sisters cling to everything they hold dear: their family, their friends, and of course, each other.  

Name: Valerie Lim

Age: 13

Ship: Dustin Henderson

Faceclaim: Anna Cathcart

Fic Title: Heart of Glass

Name: Wanda Warren

Age: 15

Ship: Jonathan Byers

Faceclaim: Lydia Graham

Fic Title: The Cryptid Club

Summary: Wanda Warren wasn’t sure if her being an outcast led to her friendship with Jonathan Byers, or if her friendship with Jonathan Byers led to her being an outcast.  Either way, the two had known each other since childhood, and as the years went on, they’d grown nearly inseparable.  

When Jonathan’s brother Will goes missing, Wanda is determined to help find him.  But with no leads, a seemingly incompetent sheriff’s department, and suspicious behavior from the rest of Will’s friends, the boy’s future is looking bleak.  Every clue they discover just confuses them more, and every door they unlock just leads to yet another maze.  

As Wanda, Jonathan, and Nancy struggle to fit the pieces together, the clock threatens to run out.  And with the discovery of a monster, a parallel universe, and a telekinetic girl, it looks like the puzzle might be even more confusing complete than in shambles.  

Name: Leslie St. Vincent

Age: 29

Ship: Jim Hopper

Faceclaim: Madchen Amick

Fic Title: Ghost Stories

Summary: Until Will Byers went missing, Jim Hopper’s biggest problem was Leslie St. Vincent’s tendency to pass out at the local bar and refuse to leave when asked.  Lesley’s got enough demons to fill hell—once a hopeful FBI prodigy, Lesley failed to solve the case she cared most about.  Now, takes Will Byers’ disappearance as an opportunity for redemption, and she’s not about to miss her chance just because the grouchy sheriff objects.  

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 11

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Honey’s new guests cause her to seek Elvis’ support.

Warning: Swearing, racial issues

Note: Happy Birthday Austin!

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The man stands quickly, amazed and unable to take his eyes off of me.

I study him; Tall, blonde, about in his 40’s, clean but not necessarily rich looking, though the woman with him looks as if she has no problem taking care of herself.

My mom jolts up simultaneously, walking over to me. “Honey,” she says softly, taking my arm, “this is Charles Beau.”

My neck cranes back in confusion. Charles Beau? Am I supposed to know who this is? Why does it almost sound familiar though? Beau. Beau? Wasn’t Ma just talking about a Beau?

Then my heart sinks.

Oh my God. It can’t be. But how? After all this time… why now?

I feel my body begin to shake and I can’t stop tears from immediately burning my eyes.

“Could you give us a minute, please?”

“We’ll wait outside.”

My breathing quickens as thought after thought comes flashing through my head. “How did he find us?” I whisper.

Ma gulps, going silent for a good moment. “I had to put the house under his name.”

I close my eyes shut tight, letting tears dampen and fall past my lashes. I grimace at the wetness in my eyes, feeling as though the situation doesn’t even deserve such a reaction from me. I feel anger bubble up inside me, causing me to push away from her and pace across the living room. “I used to tell myself he died as an excuse. I came up with every possible reason to make it hurt less, but now you’re telling me this whole time he’s known exactly where we live and not once did the fucker think to stop by?!”

“Honey!”

“Who’s the girl, huh? The reason he stayed? Your replacement?” I spit out.

“Honey, watch your mouth!” She shouts threateningly at me.

I stop in the middle of the living room, breath hitching against my chest as I finally face my weakness. “My daddy’s name is Charles?” A sob escapes my lips as tears roll down my cheeks.

Tears form in her eyes from watching me break down in front of her. She cautiously stands in front of me.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me nothin’?”

She reaches her arms around me and holds me tight. “I’m so sorry, baby.” She cries into my shoulder as I do to hers. “I ain’t seen him in 20 years. I didn’t know what kind of man he was no more or if he even wanted to speak to us. I didn’t want you gettin’ your hopes up, tryna find him only to come back disappointed with whatcha got.”

She pulls away, holding onto my arms for strength. She takes a deep breath. “But, don’t go gettin’ all mad at him now, okay? He has his reasons and I still ain’t tell him you’re his baby yet, but by the looks of it he done figured that out already on his own.”

The door creaks open behind us. I close my eyes, trying to tuck away my anger, before turning my neck to look at them, not yet having the strength to face him with my full body.

“Can we come in?”

Just then, he begins walking towards me. I gulp, fighting the urge to whimper in fear while I search my mind for the right things to say. He stands beside me.

“How much did you hear of that?” I ask, unable to think up anything else that would be laced in pure rage.

“Enough.” He gulps, looking at the floor shamefully. “And I’m sorry.”

I scoff, pouting and crossing my arms like a child.

“I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I swear I never knew about ya. I wanna be in your life. Please.”

Without my consent, tears burst from my eyes.

Ever since I was little, I thought of all the things I’d say to him. I’d go off on him about not searching the country for us. I’d be strong and show him how rich and successful of a daughter he had, no thanks to him, but it seems my plans are now ruined. Despite the powerful anger my inner child has towards him, she is also equally as weak and wants nothing more than to finally run into her daddy’s arms.

I cover my face with my palms, embarrassed that I can’t keep a collected demeanor in front of him like I have been practicing for my whole life.

Then, I feel his large arms wrap around me, comforting me while I lose myself. 

I don’t know how long we stay like this, but I don’t pull away until my sobs fade away and I’m able to maintain a straight face. I apologize, wiping my tears away.

“Please, it’s more than alright.” He pats my shoulder, but quickly retreats, providing me with any space I may need. “I never properly introduced myself. I, um, I’m Charles.” He holds out his hand.

I sniffle, looking at it cautiously before finally deciding to take it. “Honey.” I say from the depths of my stuffy nose.

“Honey.” He repeats with a smile.

A weak smile manages to creep onto my face, but it’s short lived when I’m reminded there’s still one last problem to address in the room and she’s sitting at the table, waiting to be deciphered.

Turns out the woman with him isn’t Ma’s replacement, but mine.

“I have someone else I want you to meet.” He holds his hands out presenting the woman, who clearly does not want to be here. “This is my daughter, Pearl.”

I almost choke on air. “You- You have another daughter?”

“She’s my sister?!” The woman, Pearl, bolts up from her chair.

We glare at each other, looking the other up and down. She looks like the epitome of the color white. She’s dresses in pastels with a fluffy, white coat, neck adorned with shiny jewelry. Her hair is perfectly styled and her skin looks as though it’s only washed in the freshest of holy water and powdered by angels every morning.

We look like complete opposites, just each with blonde hair, though hers is much lighter than mine.

Our dad notices the tension. “Well, perhaps I best go check the Motels. See if they got any rooms left.”

But Ma stops him. “Why don’t you just stay here the night? I can make room.” I look at her like she’s insane, but she never bothers to look back.

“We couldn’t.” He insists.

“Really, it’s no trouble.” I groan on the inside. Please, just let him leave. “I think it’s best we all get to know each other better.” Her words make me feel like I have to throw up.

Pearl gets up on her toes and whispers in her father’s ear. “Daddy, I ain’t stayin’ in no colored neighborhood.” 

I scoff in surprise, hearing her words travel to my ears despite her lazy effort to keep quiet. I’ve had enough of this for one night. 

I walk my way to the kitchen while they discuss the new living arrangements. I pick up the phone, dialing the only number I know by heart.

He answers with a yawn, making me instantly feel guilty. “Elvis?” I ask quietly, so no one but him hears.

“Honey? Thought you’d be asleep by now.”

“Can I, um- Can I spend the night with you? I know you probably just got back home and I hate to burden you, but I really can’t be home right now.”

His tone changes immediately. “Honey, what happened? Are you alright?”

“I’ll explain later. Can you pick me up?”

I hear his bed sheets rustle in the background. “Yeah, of course, Bumble. I’ll be right over.”

I hang the phone back on the wall, feeling a knot in my stomach. I should have just let him sleep. What if he hurt himself while driving all tired like that?

I sigh, heading upstairs to grab a bag of things before walking past the circus in my living room. “I’m leaving.” I say, not bothering to wait for their protests as I put on my shoes.

Ma puts her hands on her hips, frustration already present in her face. “And just where do you think you’re going?”

“You know where.” And just like that, I’m out the door. Elvis isn’t going to be here for at least another 5 to 10 minutes, but I sure as hell ain’t waiting for him in there.

I wait at the end of the block, far away from the windows of my house. I wrap my arms around myself to shield me from the night winds, dress blowing out behind me.

Soon enough, I see a pink blur swish around the bend. He comes to a quick halt in front of me, his tired screeching at the sudden command.

“The hell you doin’ outside?” He shouts, putting the car in park and jumping over his door to run to me. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I say, brushing him off and impatiently walking around the car to my side. However, he stops me just before I can.

“Hey!” He chases after me and takes my hand, spinning me to face him just before I can reach my door. He holds my face in his hands, looking me in the eye sternly. “Are you alright?” He asks once more, demanding my answer.

I sigh, feeling too overwhelmed to talk about the real problem at hand, but appreciating his efforts nonetheless. “Yes, Elvis. I’ll find a way to get by. I just need to get my mind far away from this house right now.”

He drives us to his house while I attempt to pretend everything is actually fine, but it’s not fine. I can’t believe it. It can’t be true. My dad? A new sister? In my house? The whole drive I sit there with a burning lump in my throat.

When we arrive, I find myself dumbfounded. Graceland. It’s easy to forget about your troubles in a place like this. He had only talked about it a few times, but seeing it in person is something different. Columns, a front gate, an acre of lawn littered with Cadillacs and other toys. It’s the biggest house I’ve ever seen.

He laughs at my amazement. I can’t take my eyes off of it, so much so that I nearly trip on the stairs from getting distracted by the stone lion statues out front.

“Darlin’, I know it’s a real nice house, but you’re gonna get yourself hurt walkin’ straight into cement like that.” He chuckles out.

He walks me to the front door, taking the key out from his pant pocket. “Everyone’s asleep right now, so Imma need you to keep it down ‘til we get to my room, alright?”

I nod.

He takes my hand, sneaking me through the dark house and up the stairs. He quietly shuts his bedroom door behind me, telling me to make myself comfortable.

I tell him I’m going to get changed and bring my bag to his bathroom, his own personal bathroom. I wish. Once behind closed doors, I dig through my bag for that babydoll nightgown I brought with. I smile when I feel the lace graze past my fingertips, then I take it out and slip it on.

I peek outside the bathroom, finding him already in his ‘pajamas’, which,  from what I can see, just means shirtless. He’s occupied with something on his nightstand, not noticing I’ve come out already. I creep out, tiptoeing over to him before suddenly bouncing onto the bed.

He whips around to face me in shock until getting choked up, seeing what I’m wearing. “Well, God damn. And to think I used to daydream ‘bout you in a moo moo.”

I giggle, crawling over to him to plant a kiss on him.

He secretly eyes the shirt dress while shaking his head with a smirk. “I hate to put your teasin’ to an end, but I am real tired, Bumble.”

I nod, backing away to get under the covers. “That’s okay, baby. I know.”

He reached over to the light on the nightstand, switching it off before getting settled on his side.

I cuddle up against him, embracing his warmth and he accepts me with open arms. “I’ve always wanted to sleep with you.” I whisper.

His brows furrow. “Now, don’t go gettin’ all dirty on me, Honey. We talked about this.”

“No!” I laugh. “Just sleeping, cuddling, your heartbeat singin’ me a lullaby, that whole thing.”

He hums, amused but tired.

I decide to quiet and let him get his rest. I press my head against his chest, that heartbeat I was talking about soothing me off into dream world.

I wake up the next morning to the sound of the bedroom door shutting. I rub my eyes, groaning. I open them seeing unfamiliar sheets, making me panic for a moment, before remembering I’m not at home.

A blur of Elvis walks towards me. “Mornin’ Bumble. Went downstairs to warn everyone that you’re here. Didn’t need Mama getting all surprised about it. Got you some breakfast too.”

He places a plate on the nightstand, the glass clinks against the wood.

I groan, burying my face back into the soft pillow again.

He laughs, climbing over me to kiss at my ear. “Now, come one, baby. I wanna introduce you to my family. Mama’ been askin’ ‘bout you.”

I giggle at his ticklish touches, shielding my ear from any more kisses. “Okay, okay, I’ll get up.” I flip over to face him, letting my eyes get adjusted to the light. He watches me with a smile while I surrender to awakeness.

We share a sentimental look, before he quickly gets out off the bed and throws me over his shoulder. “Alright, you’re takin’ too long. I’m bringin’ you down myself.” I scream out a laugh, holding on to him tightly.

Once breakfast is eaten and I’m dressed, Elvis ushers me downstairs.

The bottom half of the house is much more lively than his bedroom; boys and roosters run wildly through the house.

Elvis laughs at my bewildered expression. “Yep, that’s how things go around here.” He places a hand on my back, gently pushing me in the direction of the dining room. “Here, come over to Mama first.”

I gulp nervously. She used to be like a second mama to me, but I haven’t seen her in nearly 10 years. She was the only white woman that ever gave me the time of day and I couldn’t be more grateful for her acts of courage to go against what was normal.

Her and Elvis’ father, Vernon, sit at the dining table.

“Honey.” His mother stands from her spot, coming over to me with wide arms. “Oh, sweetie. How you been? How’s Loretta?”

I smile. “Ma and I are fine.”

She pulls away, examining my face. “Well, ain’t that good to hear. Come on over, have a seat.”

She pulls out a chair for me. I thank her, Elvis and I sitting down next to each other.

His father looks at me in silence from across the table.

I never knew much about Vernon, but something always told me to keep my distance. He seemed rather… detached emotionally. Always seemed like the more logical, political type, and let me tell you, Elvis ain’t with me for any of those reasons. Because of that, I have my doubts Vernon favors me over any other girl his son can bring home.

“So, what news do you bear, booby?” Gladys asks, sitting back down in her spot.

“Well, obviously I can;t do the show anymore, or much anything else for that matter. Damn Senator’s been ridin’ my career like hell in a handbasket.”

“And what say that Colonel man?”

“Colonel says he’s lookin’ to get me into films. Says takin’ a break from music might be the best thing for me right now.”

I look at him in disbelief. Quit music?

“Sounds like a bunch of banana oil to me, all this TV and movie bushwa.” His mom responds.

He sighs. “Look, Mama. Colonel knows a lot about this kinda stuff. I promise, once this is all over, we’ll be ridin’ in high cotton, you’ll see. I’ll getcha anything you want.”

She eyes him suspiciously. “I just don’t trust him, baby.”

He leans forward, resting his arms on the glass table. “Ain’t you happy, Satnin? Look at all this stuff he brought us. You ‘member when I’d have to put my first suits on layaway? You wanna go back to all that?”

“At Least I knew you’d be back home for dinner.” She sighs in defeat.

Listening to their conversation, I can’t help but feel small and unworthy. Elvis has a whole ‘nother side of him that I’ve never seen. All this Colonel, Senator, movie, and money stuff. I have no clue what to make of it all. I’ve only known the poor Tupelo boy that would sneak away from his best friends to go watch congregations with me and pretend to be superheroes. 

Maybe Ma was right. Maybe all this fame and publicity is something beyond what I’m ready for. Clearly my vision can’t see anything past the Mississippi border.

“Come on, Honey. I wanna show you to the rest of the family.” Elvis says, holding my hand.

I follow him to the front of the house. We walk past the living room, where an old woman is seated. Grandma Minnie, sweet old thing she is.

“You ‘member Dogger?” He gestures towards her.

I wave and she greets me with a kind smile.

We walk outside to where all those boys from earlier are now tossing a pigskin around. “There are the cousins; Red, Junior. George, Billy, and all the rest of the hillbillies.”

Billy jumps on George’s back, causing him to stumble over in my direction. “Giddy on up, now!” He shouts. I step out of the way as they tumble to the ground, barely missing me. 

Elvis pushes on them angrily. “Come on, Billy! Whatcha doin’?”

He laughs, getting up from the ground, before freezing once making eye contact with me. “Woah! Who’s the girl?”

Elvis pushes his shoulder once again. “Now quit your lookin’ before I make your teeth rattle.”

Billy huffs, stomping away, and Elvis lifts his leg as he walks past, pretending to kick him.

George shyly comes up to us. “We’re real sorry for bumpin’ into ya and roughin’ you up and all.” Then, he quickly runs after Billy to escape the wrath of his older cousin.

“I’m real sorry ‘bout them.” Elvis says, still glaring at them.

“S’alright, baby. It’s cute seein’ you with everyone.”

I stay outside with them until the sun gets low, watching Elvis play football with his family and thinking what I’m going to do with mine, I dread going home tonight, but Elvis insists that whatever is worrying me I should just face it head on.

He drops me off at home, that same green Chevy still parked outside. I walks in, finding everyone crammed into the lying room. Mom and Dad turn to look at me, instantly huddling over me the second I enter the house.

“There you are, baby. I was wonderin’ when you’d come home.” My mom says, doing her best to hide her anger that I never called and that I just slept over at a boy’s house.

“I told you where I was going.” Then I sigh. “And Gladys says hello,” I add to ease her worries.

“Well, at least I know you were in good hands, but that don’t mean you can just run off without callin’.’”

My dad buds in next to her. “Your mama’s right. I know we just met, but I’d still hate to see sum’n happen to ya. You never know what kinds of people you’ll run into out-”

A knock comes from the door.

I look over my shoulder with a brow raised, trying to peek through the crack in the window curtain to see who it could be. I excuse myself from them to go open it, seeing a familiar face through the peephole.

“You left your bag.” Elvis smiles at me, handing the item over.

I thank him, kissing him on the cheek, but before I can quickly shut the door on him, my father’s attention is caught.

“Who is that?” His booming voice calls from behind me.

Elvis freezes, noticing the strangers in my house, looking back to me for guidance.

I gulp, opening the door wider to allow him in. “He’s a friend of mine, Dad.”

Elvis looks at me with wide eyes. ‘Dad?’ he mouths. I nod. He turns back, staring at my father in awe, now understanding why I ran out of the house so quickly last night. He fixes up his clothes, and reaches his hand out. “H-Hello, sir. It’s an honor to meet you.”

However, my father never offers his hand back, standing arms crossed while giving Elvis the evil eye.

“Okay! He really needs to go back home to his mama, so I think it’s time to say goodbye.” I place my hands on Elvis’ chest, pushing him to walk backwards and back out the door.

“Well, Honey, I-”

“Goodbye, Elvis!” I say, forcing him outside. ‘Sorry. Love you.’ I mouth, before slamming the door shut. I huff, turning back to my parents.

“You- You’re seein’ a white man?” My father asks.

Ugh! My parents are a real couple of hypocrites about this stuff. “Frankly, I think it’s none of your business.”

Then a loud gasp comes from the top of the stairs. Pearl stands with her jaw dropped to the floor. “Was that Elvis Presley?!”

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Summary - Layla desperately needs a vacation and her Aunt and Uncle come to her rescue. So, at twenty two, she packs her bag and jets off to America. Harry took a break from education and is now a full fledged content creator on OnlyFans. At twenty, he makes more money than almost all of his friends. What ensues when these two meet and realise the windows in their rooms face each other? How will paper airplanes bring them closer together?

Warnings - fluff, angst, and smut*

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Part Twelve*

Part Thirteen*

Part Fourteen*

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen*

Part Seventeen*

Part Eighteen*

Part Nineteen*

Part Twenty*

Part Twenty One*

Part Twenty Two

Part Twenty Three

Part Twenty Four* 

EXTRAS: (i) trivia, thigh highs & tree trunks. (ii) sparklers, stutters & sweet treats.  (iii) blossoms, big changes & blanket forts.

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Trust Love One More Time: Chapter 18

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Pairing: McCoy x Fem!OC (Cara)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Starfleet offered McCoy an escape and a purpose. He expected this choice precluded a second chance for love. Yet when a journalist embeds with Enterprise’s crew, he is drawn to her and must decide whether to risk his heart again.

This work dives into McCoy’s backstory – bitter divorce and other loss – and its effect on his choices: past, present and future.

Have the courage to trust love one more time and always one more time. – Maya Angelou

Excerpt:

McCoy stood with arms crossed over his chest, cheeks puffed out, and forehead furrowed. He held up a hand stalling others’ comments. “Wait for it.”

“For?” Kirk asked.

“The inevitable backtracking until,” the doctor tilted his head towards Cara as he emphasized the word, “she finally admits I’m right.”

Her voice was unyielding and insistent. “Not going to happen.” She stood with hands perched on her hips. “And by the way you’re not.”

He stepped closer to her. “I am.”

“Okay, maybe … maybe you correctly elucidated a tiny point of valid logic supporting your point of view.” Raising a hand she brought its index finger and thumb together until a hair’s breadth separated the digits. “Miniscule … very small.”

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Weekly Digest: 2/19/2023

Fic Posts/Updates from last week and blogs/fics which I enjoyed. Hope all have a great upcoming week!

Good Morning Darling * McCoy/Reader 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

Here’s To Vulcan Psychiatrists * Pike x OFC (Aalin) 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

The Other Side: Chapter 4 * Pike x OFC (Aalin) 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

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Paranoid by @emilie786 * Shran x Reader 🌟 Shran being the Shran we all love. A great read!

Taking in Water by @hammerbacks * James Bond x OC 🌟 A handsome stranger shares his coat and umbrella ... This fic will put a smile on your face and a warm feeling in your heart.

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Trust Love One More Time: Chapter 13

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Pairing: McCoy x Fem!OC (Cara)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Starfleet offered McCoy an escape and a purpose. He expected this choice precluded a second chance for love. Yet when a journalist embeds with Enterprise’s crew, he is drawn to her and must decide whether to risk his heart again.

This work dives into McCoy’s backstory – bitter divorce and other loss – and its effect on his choices: past, present and future.

Have the courage to trust love one more time and always one more time. – Maya Angelou

Excerpt: McCoy entered Nick’s quarters when permission was given. There he found the photojournalist and Cara standing before a projected map of tomorrow’s planned survey sites. Nick enlarged a section in the northeast and pointed. “Here. We’ll shoot the stand-up vids here. Clear sightlines, good background scenery. Avoiding overexposure is a challenge with the binary suns, we should aim for filming before second sunrise. Can you be ready by 9:00am?”

She nodded. “Security beams down at first sunrise, I’ll join them, explore and get a feel for things then start writing copy.”

“I believe the point of security going planet side first, and without tagalongs,” McCoy emphasized the words, “is conducting one more sweep of the surroundings for any hazards before turning the scientists, or in this case, the journalist loose.”

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Trust Love One More Time: Chapter 15

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Pairing: McCoy x Fem!OC (Cara)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Starfleet offered McCoy an escape and a purpose. He expected this choice precluded a second chance for love. Yet when a journalist embeds with Enterprise’s crew, he is drawn to her and must decide whether to risk his heart again.

This work dives into McCoy’s backstory – bitter divorce and other loss – and its effect on his choices: past, present and future.

Have the courage to trust love one more time and always one more time. – Maya Angelou

Excerpt:

Seven Years Ago

Atlanta, Georgia

McCoy had a ritual after a late night at the hospital.

A long hot shower. His favored soap. A close shave. Faded, worn blue jeans paired with a soft cotton tee under a pressed shirt, both white.

Once home, first a kiss on his sleeping wife’s forehead. Jocelyn never stirred.

Then a check on Joanna. She slept. Tonight he found the blankets pushed down and tangled around her legs, as if she had kicked at them in discomfort or restlessness. Her hand gripped like a vise one floppy ear of a much-loved, worn, stuffed bunny. Eyes darted under closed lids, her breathing was shallow and rapid. His fingers slid around her wrist gaging a heartbeat stepping up. Leaning down, he smoothed a hand over her hair. “Wake-up darling, you’re about to have a bad dream.”

Joanna’s eyes blinked open; their gaze confused. “Daddy Leo?”

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Trust Love One More Time: Chapter 12

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Pairing: McCoy x Fem!OC (Cara)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Starfleet offered McCoy an escape and a purpose. He expected this choice precluded a second chance for love. Yet when a journalist embeds with Enterprise’s crew, he is drawn to her and must decide whether to risk his heart again.

This work dives into McCoy’s backstory – bitter divorce and other loss – and its effect on his choices: past, present and future.

Have the courage to trust love one more time and always one more time. – Maya Angelou

Excerpt: After leaving Medbay for the night, McCoy stopped in the main mess hall for a late snack. Yes, as one of the big three, (a nickname used on the lower decks for a ship’s Captain, First Officer, and Chief Medical Officer) he rated a replicator in quarters. But this physician was social by nature. An aspect protectively hidden behind a grumpy persona.

And what better place to gauge the well-being of his crew than in one of their recreational hubs?

Though Spock insisted McCoy came for the gossip. A truth; but one with multiple facets.

His eyes roamed the room landing on the occupant of a table in a quiet corner. Cara sat alone and in front of an old-fashioned laptop computer. At its side lay an open notebook with handwritten scribbles on its lined pages and an uncapped ballpoint pen nestled in its spine. Her hair was bound up in a messy bun from which another pen peeked out. An elbow rested on the table; her chin was propped on its hand. A creased brow accompanied a faint frown. She squinted at the screen.

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Trust Love One More Time: Chapter 14

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Pairing: McCoy x Fem!OC (Cara)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Starfleet offered McCoy an escape and a purpose. He expected this choice precluded a second chance for love. Yet when a journalist embeds with Enterprise’s crew, he is drawn to her and must decide whether to risk his heart again.

This work dives into McCoy’s backstory – bitter divorce and other loss – and its effect on his choices: past, present and future.

Have the courage to trust love one more time and always one more time. – Maya Angelou

Excerpt:

McCoy entered the Captain’s dining room. It was empty except for Cara who sat in one of the leather armchairs. With legs crossed, her head and neck bent over a thick hardcover book resting in her lap. The doors closed with no sound. He stood still and silent, watching her read.

Lost in reverie.

Gauging enough room remained in the oversized chair to slide in beside her and peer over her shoulder at the book she held.

Picturing a Sunday afternoon with no on-call. Lolling on the sofa beside a large picture window. Rain pitter-pattering on the skylight, a day of grey-blue, dense soft drops whishing as they collect on the glass panes. Cara is tucked in at his side; his arm wrapped round her, her head pillowed on his shoulder. She with a book in her hand, it’s binding and pages dogeared.

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Trust Love One More Time: Chapter 17

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Pairing: McCoy x Fem!OC (Cara)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Starfleet offered McCoy an escape and a purpose. He expected this choice precluded a second chance for love. Yet when a journalist embeds with Enterprise’s crew, he is drawn to her and must decide whether to risk his heart again.

This work dives into McCoy’s backstory – bitter divorce and other loss – and its effect on his choices: past, present and future.

Have the courage to trust love one more time and always one more time. – Maya Angelou

Excerpt:

McCoy reminded himself this was part of his job.

Okay, most chief medics would send a nurse or junior doc on a routine house call.

But, for thoroughness, I prefer first-hand assessment.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

His thumb punched the call button on the panel outside of Cara’s quarters.

Nick answered the door.

The doctor stifled an outward expression of disappointment. Rumors and past assumptions leapt to conclusions and took root in his thoughts.

The photojournalist tilted his head towards the interior in invitation. “We’re having dinner, join us.”

“Ah, no … I won’t intrude further … just following up … in a professional capacity of course … yes, that’s it … I’m a professional … a practitioner of medicine … a qualified one … checking on her insomnia … in case she wants … I dunno … yes, that’s it … a sleep med prescription … damn I sound like a stuttering schoolboy.”

Slapping the other man on the back, Nick whispered, “She has that effect on a lot of us.”

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Weekly (Plus) Digest: 2/12/2023

Fic Posts/Updates since my last digest and a few extras. Hope all have a great week!

Volte-Face Chapter 36 * Pike x OFC (Aalin) 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

The Road Back * Pike x OFC (Aalin)

Chapter 32 (Everything) 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

Chapter 33 (The Gift) 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

Blast from the Past: Dating Advice: Valentine's Day * Kirk & Spock & McCoy 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

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Recommendations:

For Pike/Una fans:

And Still, The Sea is Salt by @mytardisisparked 🌟 Read on A03 🌟Beautifully written arc filled with love, sadness, and hope.

Secrets by @emilie786 and @mytardisisparked 🌟Read in A03 🌟Snippets between Pike and Una. I enjoyed this so much.

Animate Objects series by @darsynia 🌟MCU 🌟One of those 'I can't put this down' series.

Tyler/Esme Series by @chickensarentcheap 🌟 Edgy, real, passionate, epic love story. Full of action, drama, tears, joys, and unbreakable affection.

Taglist: @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciation @ocappreciationtag @bardic-tales @themaradaniels @chickensarentcheap

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Weekly Digest: 1/22/2023

Fic Posts/Updates for the previous week and a few extras. Hope all have a great week!

The Road Back: Chapter 31 (On A Knife's Edge) * Pike x OFC (Aalin) 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

Blast from the Past: Mudd, Harry Mudd 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

This is so inspiring me to finish the next Chapter of Aeres * Eomer x OFC (Seren) 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN. (thanks @moonskip21)

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Other Recommendations:

Blog: Check out @karimac! Their blog is like a warm, cozy blanket on a cold day. Excellent MCU fics and 'old school mom' virtual hugs.

Fics: Taking the Tremaculum * @late-to-the-fandom (World of Warcraft) * Teen 🌟 Read on AO3 🌟 Prince Renathal struggles to come to terms with his time in the Maw and his relationship with his Maw Walker during the Venthyr's covenant assault on the Tremaculum.

A Kiss from a Rose * @darknightfrombeyond (Discovery of Witches) * Teen 🌟 Read on AO3 🌟Simone dreamed of him. As a child. Her vampire prince, her secret, and in those dreams she could almost see him. Could almost hear his voice . . . the whisper of something half-remembered. Calling her to find him. Not until college does Simone begin to write, to draft what would become her bestselling 'Infinite Regress' series of books. To purge those visions, to sooth the ache from her soul, unaware that her books too closely reflect the life of one very real Baldwin Montclair.

Series: Peaky Blinders Fanfiction - Piccola Rossa * @foxesandmagic * Mature 🌟 Read on AO3 🌟After the War, no one was quite the same. Even those that had stayed at home felt the strain of the fighting, the strain of warfare on civilians. People deal with change, and horrors, in different ways. For Luce, she left it all behind; for Stan, he tried to help his brothers in different ways without getting sucked into their world; and for Hal, he found himself looking for some kind of action. But what will Birmingham hold for the three of them, and how will they fit into the plans of Tommy Shelby, if at all?

Taglst: @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciation @ocappreciationtag @bardic-tales @themaradaniels @chickensarentcheap @darsynia

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Weekly Digest: 1/15/2023

Fic Posts/Updates for the previous week and a few extras. Hope all have a great week!

Trust Love One More Time: Chapter 13 * McCoy x OFC (Cara) 🌟 Read on AO3 or FFN

(Yep, I was hit last week with post-holiday work overload as well as the usual post-holiday blues. No much writing, my bad.)

Blast from the past: Dating Advice * McCoy & Kirk & Spock, McCoy x Reader 🌟 As McCoy begins dating again, Kirk and Spock are there to offer helpful advice - whether McCoy wants it or not. Most of this fic centers around conversations between our favorite trio.

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Other Recommendations:

New Blog: Check out @darsynia!

Fics: Do You Believe In Magic * @mrsmungus 🌟Ziva's beaten up and bruised after a rough case, and tells Tony that she doesn't believe in magic. Tony sets about proving to her that magic is real. Not to mention the healing powers of a kiss. A Tiva first kiss story.

Edged In Silver * @wordspin-shares 🌟Read on FFN | AO3 When Minas Tirith is evacuated during the War of the Ring, Idrin, sister-daughter of the Steward Denethor, remains in the city to continue serving at the Houses of Healing. With her work as a healer and her duties in the Citadel left nearly unaltered, things feel as familiarly quiet as ever. Yet, oftentimes the occurrences that touch one’s life are rather unassuming and not always noticed when they take place.

Anthem of the Angels: Chapter 7 * @darknightfrombeyond 🌟Excerpt: [...] my fingers tracing the hard ridges of scars cut deep into his skin. My heart thudded at the sight of them. Whiplashes. A puckered star low on his abdomen, half hidden beneath the sheets folded over his hips . . . was from a bullet . . .

Series: Jurassic World AU: Anything That Can Go Wrong - @themaradaniels 🌟 Eleanor Scott, Jurassic World's lead paleontologist and a former student of Dr Alan Grant, is tasked with showing 19 year old Joan Grant, the daughter of Alan and Ellie, around the park for the week. Masrani leaves Joan an all-access pass to enjoy the park at her leisure, including the parts normally forbidden to tourists, in the hopes that it might convince Dr Grant to endorse the park.

Taglist: @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciation @ocappreciationtag @bardic-tales @chickensarentcheap @themaradaniels