#voyage fluff

[ruanais]

->—☆PAINT ME AS I PLAY MY ADORATION FOR YOU

☆-ORDER: made by @sinmalssimp; Can I ask for Voyager with a artist S/O who likes to draw Voyager while she plays her violin?

☆-RECIPE: hm? Oh yes, being a painter is simply marvellous. Especially when your muse is a amazing violinist and you’re painting her

☆-FROSTING: gn reader, painter! Reader, fluffy fluff again!!, reader is deeply in love with Voyager <3 warnings; I don’t play reverse 1999 so characters may be very ooc ;-;

“LOVE, can you stay in that position?” You asked, while you mixed your paints. “You look ethereal in that angle. Since the sunlight is going to shine on you.”

a shy, silent nod. You laughed, “good. Voyage?” “u-uh..huh?” “Have i told you, you’re simply gorgeous?” A nod again. But this time paired with a red and blushing face.

“you’re adorable.”

“you’re so beautiful my dear.”

“no one can look as pretty as you do.”

“Your voice is so heavenly..”

“Hum more for me can you?”

compliments spilled out of your mouth. Endlessly, you never took a break. Even as you were sketching her already. When you finally got to painting, you stopped your words and smiled.

Voyager had already begun playing on her violin, graceful movements as she slowly swayed with the melody.

you remembered the name of this solo: Lovely Rosemary, the third piece from Alt-Wiener Tanzweisen by Fritez Kreisler. Known as one of the most romantic violin solos.

you got the message: Voyage loved you dearly as well. Since you assume she didn’t feel rather..confident in her ability to speak, she showed it in her playing. How romantic.

If you were to be honest, you’d prefer it this way. The same way as she likes how you compliment her in everything she does.

but…just talking isn’t the only way you like to show your affection. Your favourite way was to paint her. And only her.

because, that’s how you both liked it. One, that paints their adoration and love, and the other, that plays her affection and tenderness.

“Love! How do you like this painting of you? I think this is one of my favourites yet!”

rua’s extra notes: I listened to violin solos while writing this!! It’s so sweet aaaaaaa anyways!! I don’t play violin either ;-; so apologies for any mistake :((( please correct me if I did her wrong (she’s such a pretty girl!! I once heard her sing folk songs and I fell in love!!)

@ruanais2023 do not repost or translate without permission

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

the cutest pair

synopsis: how kinich shows his affection! aren't you the cutest pair?

genre: fluff

characters: kinich x gn! reader

warnings: established r/s, kinich might be a little ooc

a/n: mama you don't understand i'm in love with a boy🥹 likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

©2024 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

masterlist

kinich, in all honesty, was horrible at showing emotions. he’s reserved, introverted, and sometimes came off a little colder than he intended to be — an unfortunate result of his childhood. how he ever got together with you despite his cold front was probably one of the great mysteries of teyvat. even as a lover, he still tended to be silent to some extent, preferring to let you do most of the talking while he stayed behind. sometimes you wondered if you scored a partner or a sentient shadow, with the way he normally observed conversations with your friends instead of joining in. what you failed to notice, however, was the way his eyes would only be trained on you as you laughed and chatted, the faintest smile on his lips at the sight of you having fun.

kinich would never be described to be ‘eloquent’ by most. pragmatic, direct, and efficient, the side of him everyone knew was one that was curt and cold. but those he was close to knew better. so it didn’t matter that he was less talkative, because he would always make up for it with his acts of service. action always speaks louder than words, right? it was always the little things, like making sure you walked on the side furthest from the edge of the clifftops, always staying one step in front of you in case the saurians you wanted to feed decided that you were better off as enemies. 

kinich may not look it to many, but he’s observant. individuals have approached you countless times before, accusing kinich of being too aloof and uncaring for even his own partner, but you knew better. just like the time you woke up with an inexplicable feeling of melancholy, and he left your house only to return in 20 minutes with your favourite food in hand. how did he know what it was? well, he said, i heard you mention it to mualani last time she visited, so i wrote it down in my notebook. believe it or not, he’d completely filled up at least 5 notebooks since the day you met, fully detailed with things you’d mentioned in passing, and observations of your behaviour. he’d never show them to you, though if you asked cutely, maybe he’d relent and allow a tiny peek.

taglist: @xianyoon @kazemiya @dailypenpen @yourfavoritefreakyhan @thestarswhisper (send ask to be added to taglist!)

if you liked this, do consider dropping me a follow for more :>

[firemenenthusiast]

the tag is so cute but lmk if this works cs the post is still up 💔

https://x.com/SexualLoverz/status/1778850070810542313

basicalky tho shes riding his face while hes cuffed n all, i can go into more detail if it doesnt work js lmk x

shout out to stacie for the request ! (and for waiting for a damn long time for me to write, im sorry 😭)

—“influence”

sub!kai x reader

summary: based on the link above (account got suspended btw), kai is a dumbass who is easily influenced by zac who’s NOT a good person 🤯

warnings: 18+, smut, p link, sub!kai, no actual penetration, face sitting, face riding, cunnilingus, name calling (bitch & slut) 😢, cumming in pants, restraints (m! receiving)

a/n: guess who’s back LMAOOO guys uni is no joke im getting my ass beat

hate’s maybe too strong of a word to describe your dislike towards zac but everything he does pisses you off. it’s like theres physically a bad bone in his body navigating him in making stupid and evil decisions. like telling kai to stop others from taking the blue, resulting in chaos on the ship since richard’s no longer here to keep things in line. he was also the one who thought it was a good idea to have a party, celebrating god knows what, eating and wasting every resources you guys had on the ship.

he was also the reason the ship’s data room got destroyed and everyone had to clean up after him. the ship’s up and running again now, thanks to christopher. but the reason you hate zac is because he’s such a bad influence to kai. you couldn’t blame kai for the things he’d done, he wouldn’t have done them if it wasn’t because zac told him to.

maybe he just felt like that was his calling, like he had a purpose on that ship, leading him to do everything zac told him to eventho they’re stupid. in reality he’s more than that, he’s actually really smart, and good with electricals. he’s also really nice to you, it’s just that he tends to do the stupid things zac tells him to do because he thinks he’s not good enough. he needs to feel like he’s important, which is why he never wanna leave your side. you make him feel special, and needed. between that and the lack of blue in his system, he had grown to be really clingy with you. and his needs, his certain needs, now washing over him like a big perpetual confusing wave

you hear his stalking steps behind, following you through the ominous hall connecting the working quarters to your dorms. he’s been after your back all day, and now he’s even sniffing the trail of scent you left behind. “you smell good” he starts, throwing his head back while dragging his hands down his face. he is getting ridiculous. now he’s sniffing you around like an animal ? “did you shampoo ?” he continues, making you halt your steps for a moment to take his dumb words in before continuing to walk. shaking your head in disbelief that you’re responding to his question, “they sent me the new ones to sample so yeah, earlier” you explain, telling him about the new shampoo they’ve formulated, experimenting with improved ingredients from the lab. “can you stop for a moment ? where are you going anyways ?” he hasten his steps behind you, pondering on how are you walking so fast. before you know it he manages to quickly grab your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours. now that you’re forced to stop, you turn and raise your chin to look at him, who’s grinning.

“i need to report back to them, kai”

“what ? like now ?”

“yes, now”

“they can wait”

moving the strand of hair out of your face, you sigh at him. looking up at him through your lashes, your face clearly unamused. “no kai, unlike you who clearly has nothing better to do they’re actually working and contributing to the ship” you squint your eyes as you say that, making him take a step back to scoff at you. if only he could channel this newfound energy or hormones on something else, he would’ve actually made a difference. like maybe fixing and updating your database thats turning obsolete from how ancient it is, or come out with a new security system. that would’ve made you drool over him, even reward with after a hard day of doing men’s job. instead, he’s been chasing you around the ship all day since yesterday, snooping up your ass, waiting as you do chores hoping to get in your pants. like you said, it’s the lack of blue

you gesture your hand around signalling that you’re done here if he doesn’t have anything else to say, too tired of him to even roll your eyes. he’s frustrated to say the least, confused with his own neediness, struggling to navigate the feelings. he could’ve just gone to any other girls on the ship, they’ll gladly let him into their dorms but he doesn’t want that, he doesn’t want them. what the both of you have is something sacred to him that he refuses to jeopardise. even so, you’re starting to give him blue balls, he’s wondering how can you be so composed, as you’ve also stopped taking the blue while he’s sweating and fidgeting. “go find something useful to do kai, leave me alone”. it’s not like you’re mad at him, but it hasn’t been long since the last time you gave in because of his pleas.

“why are you being such a bitch ? zac’s right, girls are fucking difficult” kai’s towering over you, letting go of your hands. he almost gave up when you start walking away before he continues his petty tantrum. “you act like you’re sooo important, always doing this and that, acting like you don’t want me” you’ve turned your heels away from him long ago, ignoring his silly words that are far from insults. you were about to block his voice out of your hearing before you hear him, “walk away all you want but we both know you were begging for my cock like a slut” you’re lucky the hallways empty or else anyone could’ve heard him easily. his last words flicked a switch inside your head, making you turn around to quickly stomp towards him. he can’t be serious.

he could’ve accepted and just walk away like a man but decided to act like a bitch instead, whining around that you wouldn’t let him get his dick wet. you reach over for his shirt, pulling him by fisting the fabric on his chest, your bodies almost colliding. you can feel his warm breath fanning over you as he falls quiet and his face drops. “you’re so fucked, kai” you say as you start dragging him by his shirt, walking across the hallway before taking a turn towards his dorm. he struggles to follow your steps with you pulling him forward, forcing him to bend a little. he almost trips over multiple times on the ship’s floor. as you stop in front of his dorm, you push him forward, he almost stumble over his feet. “unlock it” you order him, to which he quietly obeys, pressing his code into the lock display.

you push him inside quickly before locking the door behind you to avoid anyone noticing. after making sure it’s just the both of you, you step forward, making him step back before his heels hit the side of his bed in the small compound. he’s forced to sit as you settle between his legs, his head tilted upwards to look at you, too scared to look away. “im so tired of you running your mouth,” you begin, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, smoothing your thumb over his clear skin. he’s starting to regret the things he said to you, nervous anticipating what’s going to happen now that he’s pissed you off. “do you think you’re better than me ?” you ask him softly, waiting for his answer patiently as you can clearly see him keeping in his answer, his eyes trailing somewhere else. moving your fingers over his lips, you play with them, gently pulling at the bottom one. you smile at him.

“so you do think you’re better ?” before he could give you any response, you thrust your index and middle finger pass his lips, pushing down on his tongue. “you’re pretty, kai,” you say, as you thrust your fingers further. “but sometimes you can be such a bitch” your fingers are now slotted snug against his tongue, he struggles to keep himself from gagging as his eyes are becoming glossy, small tears pooling at the corners. he shuts his eyes for a moment before shaking his head, he tries to make out something but they’re mumbled because of your fingers. you coo at him before retracting them and cupping his cheek. he’s short of breath yet wastes no time, “m’sorry” you shake your head, giving him a look before firmly tapping his cheeks with your saliva covered fingers. traces of spit sticks onto his face as you push him down by his head, his hand grabbing at your wrist.

you quickly push your pants down with your free hand before quickly getting on top of him on the bed. he’s starting to smirk from seeing you sitting pant-less on him, thinking that you still gave in after all. he raises his hands to place them on your waist, before even starting to rub at your exposed thighs. you smile at him as you take his hands, guiding and placing them on your covered tits, earning a soft small moan from him. he’s happily kneading at the soft flesh as you reach over beside the bed, where there are drawers. you pull out one of them to fish out something before placing it over his hands, zip tying them together swiftly.

he was too caught up in the feeling, eyes closed and all to notice what you’re doing. he looks as if he’s panicking, trying to break the zip tie off but the friction’s hurting his wrists. “fuck- i said i was sorry ?” he lets out, his bent knees moving around and hitting the wall. you let out a sigh looking at him, as he returns a wide eyed look at you, hoping for you to take the zip tie off. “please baby ?” he tries again, before you move over him, your knees settling on each side of his head, your pussy hovering right above his face. “don’t baby me”.

you couldn’t be bothered to look at him as you run your hands through his tight curls, tugging slightly at the roots before settling all of your weight on his face, his mouth open to take your pussy. just as he flattens his tongue to lap up your juices he lets out a hummed moan, the vibration sending chills down your spine. you tighten your grab on his roots, making him hum, his tied hands behind you flailing around, tortured that he doesn’t get to feel you. one thing kai is if he’s not anything else is he’s a pussy eater, and he can so it for hours. he gets off from eating pussy, and does it like nobody’s business. but you’ve never sat on his face, though he’s begged you to before. you weren’t comfortable with the thought but you know this will shut him up.

he continues his laps against your pussy as his tongue licks at the sensitive nub, before gently sucking on it, making you whine loudly. you quickly snap out of the feeling to control your loudness, with the compound walls being thin as ever and people outside that might hear. kai doesn’t have to worry about his sounds as they’re all muffled by your pussy, so he’s moaning and whining against your folds each time his tastebud indulges your taste. his cock’s hard in his pants, begging to be let out and touched. so kai settles for the next best thing he could get right now, his tied hands cupping over his hard on and rubbing across the bulging length.

the friction of the fabric of his pants against his cock makes him feel good, he’s moaning as his hand rubs over his sensitive tip yet nothing compares to sinking inside your warm pussy. if you give him a chance right now he’s willing to kneel before you and beg for you to let him fuck, he’ll promise to do all the work while you just lay down and be a pillow princess. unfortunately his mouth is covered and pressed down against your pussy. not that he’s complaining, he gets to suck and lap the juices off your folds.

you’ve had enough of him having fun so you start grinding down, moving your hips back and forth, your pussy rubbing against his mouth and his nose. all you can see now is his eyes, glossy with long lashes staring back at you, his eyelid heavy from the pleasure. he’s moaning uncontrollably underneath you now that you’re grinding against his face, your clit nudging at his nose making you moan, your fingers tugging down at his roots. his hands are cupping his hard on, obvious bulge poking through his pants. his bent knees are flailing around from the pleasure, his hips bucking up into thin air, not quite enough to turn the restraint on his cock into pain. his waist hovers over the bed, as he speeds up his lapping against your folds. all while he’s tortured by the blood rushing to the tip of his cock, he’s overwhelmed by the sweet taste of your pussy and scent pushing down against his face. you let out a whine as you feel his lips sucking at your hole, slurping up the wetness leaking out with his tongue before fucking your hole with it.

he’s now fucking you with his tongue, sending you waves after waves of pleasure that’ll eventually come down sooner or later. “mnmgh, fu- so good kai” your praise fills him with more excitement to please you, as his slurping on your sex makes loud noises in the compound. “fuck, kai- you-you’re gonna be good after this ?” your question comes out staggered and whiny, the pleasure invading your words. he nods against your pussy, his nose nudging against your sensitive nub. “mmnhgh- oh my god, f- you’re gonna stop calling girls with that word ?” he nods rapidly, the repeated nudges of his nose making you twitch. the knot in your lower belly tightening as you pin his head down by his hair, before grinding harder against his face. you could feel his plump lips sucking on your clit. arching your back from the pleasure before looking down, you see his brown eyes already set on you, looking away just to watch your body move and writhe on top of him.

“oh my god- kai, fuck- gonna cum” you’re now borderline bouncing on his face, your hips twitching as you chase your high. he knows that you’re about to cum as he speeds up his tongue fucking into your hole. “gonna give you my cum” you hear him let out a muffled sound, as you’re busy chasing your orgasm. his hands are rubbing and squeezing down on his covered length, trying to calm the blood rushing that’s making him rock hard. you let out your final whine before moaning hard, your hips halting its movements against his face as your orgasm washes down, and you’re cumming on his mouth.

you begin to raise your hips to hover over his mouth as you immediately hear him moan, his tied hands tugging at the back of your shirt. “fuck!” curses flow out of his lips as soon as he gets to speak. his hips are bucking hard because of his twitching thighs. your breasts are heaving, trying to catch your breath and settle down. you turn your upper body to look behind you to notice the small beads of white seeping through his pants, and the bulge poking through it twitching around. your eyes go wide at the view of him cumming untouched in his pants before turning back to look at him who’s smiling at you, his eyelids droopy from being pussy drunk.

his smile is crooked and he’s seconds away from passing out. you cup your hands over your mouth for a moment before leaning down to gently kiss him, your fingers running slowly through his curls to massage his scalp. you reach again into the drawers to find a scissor, before turning behind to release his hands. he immediately reach up to wrap his arms around your waist, before you pull them away to slowly rub at his wrists. “mmhm” your gentle touch offers him some relief, making him hum in contentment. the traces of the zip tie leaving red marks as your fingers smooth over the skin.

you tsk at the obvious imprint of the restraint on his wrists, which are probably hurting like hell yet he’s too awestruck to complain. you’re still on top of him, sitting on his steady chest as he just lets you inspect his hands, too worn out to even do anything. “i love you” he mumbles out. you take his hands and place them together against your chest before leaning down again to kiss his lips. he gently returns the kiss before letting you kiss all up his cheeks, nose, eyes and forehead. “promise to be good, kai” his glossy eyes search into yours as his hands roam across your waist.

“maybe”

taglist: @radioloom @r4vn @themoonchildwhofell @imjustheretoreadsmuthaha @love-me-pls @szapizzapanda @luckystrikerealness @fuckshitslover @khxna @juniperhasfallen

[always-is-always]

So, I haven't seen the video with IU and Taehyung. I'm that person who just can't navigate end-of-the-world stuff. Especially if the ending isn't hopeful or positive.

Truth is, even if it were Jimin-ah or Jungkookie, I wouldn't watch it.

I feel that the state of the world now needs MORE positivity and hope, and less of the angst/despair/gloom. Everything that we expose ourselves to visually actually matters. Especially when those visuals generate strong emotional responses from the person watching them. Those emotions are energy, and that energy goes out into the world, joining the Collective.

Yeah, so these days I'm staying with content that makes me feel good, makes me laugh, brings joy, and helps me to have hope for a better future on this planet.

So.... give me lots of Bangtan fluff, giggles, Jikook antics, anytime. I'm here for it. 💜💜🌏💜💜

[bumblingbabooshka]

It's Neelix!

[divinemissem13]

Seven Minutes in a Turbolift

Star Trek Femslash Week 2024 Fandom: Voyager, TNG Pair: Beverly Crusher/ Kathryn Janeway Word Count: 200 Rating: T Prompt: Kissing while trapped in a turbolift

Beverly and Kathryn are stuck in a broken turbolift... you know how these things go.

"Sorry Captain, I just need another… seven minutes!" B'Elanna reports, leaving no room for negotiation. As she said once, early on in their association, she does not pad repair times. If she says seven minutes, that's exactly how long it will take.

"Fine. Just… let me know if anything changes," Kathryn sighs, rubbing her hand over her face. When she looks up, Beverly is watching her with a sly smile on her face. "What?" Kathryn demands irritably.

"Seven minutes," Beverly says, slinking a few steps closer.

"Yes."

"Just you and me, trapped in a turbolift for seven whole minutes," Beverly reiterates as she backs Kathryn up against the wall.

"Beverly, I have things to do," Kathryn protests weakly.

"Didn't you ever play seven minutes in heaven?" Beverly asks, completely ignoring Kathryn's protest.

"What are we, fifteen?"

Instead of answering, Beverly presses her lips to Kathryn's, gently applying pressure until Kathryn's lips grow pliant in response. Beverly hums and nuzzles across Kathryn's cheek to murmur in her ear, "Heaven is much nicer when we're older and know what we're doing, don't you think?"

Kathryn responds by turning her head to recapture Beverly's lips for the next six and a half minutes.

[strangerfandomfiascos]

I know the fandom isn't the most active anymore but would anyone be able to indulge my recent hyperfixation after a recent rewatch which has rekindled my love for Narnia? Is there anyone left who takes fic/art requests, or even just to chat with ❤️❤️ Putting specifics in the tags 🗡

Also considering writing my own Edmund centric fic at some point so like this post if that's something you'd be interested in

(Also, Stranger Things fandom I haven't forgotten you lol, still working on my first Steddie fic painfully slowly)

[kykyonthemoon]

A Commission

Behind Kinich's weird smile that scares almost everyone in Natlan, is his story with Mualani.

── .✦ Kinich x Mualani

── .✦ Tags: soft, sweet, fluff, short, hurt/comfort

── .✦ Word count: 1k4

── .✦ Ky Ky's note: I've returned to Genshin lately and the new Natlan is absolutely captivating! I was in tears while reading Kinich's story, and I do love his interactions with Mualani a lot. Thanks to both of them, I had a chance to write for GI again <3

── .✦ My Genshin Masterlist - which I'm updating it again very soon.

Lately, Kachina had noticed something peculiar about Kinich. 

Every time she saw him, instead of his typical apathetic expression, he would show all his teeth and his mouth would stretch all the way to his ears. At first, she didn’t understand what that face was, but then she let out an “oh” in surprise when he said it was a smile. 

Not just Kachina, but nearly everyone who knew Kinich, noticed the unusual expression on his face. Even those who commissioned him. They would suddenly see him peering at them from a distance with that smile, with Ajaw yelling alongside him: "Shut that ugly mouth of yours right now!"

The cause for Kinich's frequent smiles was always a mystery, until Kachina visited Mualani and expressed her concerns.

"Huh? Did Kinich scare you?" Mualani questioned as she brushed Kachina's hair.

“Don’t you think his smile is scary? I mean… He’s already very unapproachable, and now he even has that expression…”

Mualani remained silent for a little moment, then she held her stomach and rolled on the ground laughing.

“Huh? What’s wrong, Mualani? Even you are acting strange!”

Seeing her perplexed expression, Mualani sat up and responded, “Ah. I'm okay. It’s just that I know why Kinich is acting like that. Actually, this was sort of my responsibility.”

“Huh?”

Then, Mualani braided Kachina's hair and told her the story of many days before.

Kinich presented Mualani a basket full of dazzling stones he obtained in the Teticpac Peak area. A few days ago, he had received a commission from her to collect those exquisite stones as gifts for Kachina. 

“Thank you. Here is your payment.” 

Mualani gave him a hefty bag. Kinich always enjoyed dealing with her since, as a merchant, she understood the price of everything and did not haggle. Kinich’s business had slowed down a bit recently. There were not as many new commissions as before, but Mualani continued to meet him on a regular basis.

“What's the problem? Is it not enough?” Mualani had been observing Kinich's expression for quite some time. She inquired because he appeared different than usual (yet his face remained stiff).

"No. This is adequate. I simply wanted to ask you a question concerning business."

To cut a long tale short, Kinich became curious in Mualani's business, which was always flourishing. He wanted to ask her about acquiring more clients. Of course, when there were challenging commissions, people would always think of Kinich first. Life had recently been lot more steady,  which was a good thing, except for Kinich’s wallet.

After listening, Mualani simply grinned. She told him:

“Most people come to entrust you with difficult commissions that few others dare to take on. But if you want to expand your business and attract more clients, you probably need to be more, erm, approachable.”

Kinich scratched his head. For the next half hour, Mualani taught him how to be more friendly to others, including a lesson on how to smile.

As the sun slowly set and Mualani had to go home, she said:

“Remember. Next time you see a familiar face, try smiling at them first! They may find you more friendly, and be more comfortable sharing their problems. That's when you can offer to help them."

Kinich nodded. “Understood.”

“Let's try it one more time.”

Mualani suddenly moved closer to him. Her index fingers reached out, touched Kinich’s face, and softly pulled the corners of his lips in opposing directions. The last rays of sunlight caught her hair, making her seem to radiate a more gorgeous aura than the pile of rocks in the basket he had brought back. Her face was so close to his, and she was grinning.

“Yup. That’s right. Keep smiling like that!”

Mualani looked at Kinich. For a long time. So long that she forgot what she was focusing on; his eyes the color of grass or the smile she had never seen from him before? Perhaps both. Kinich was staring at her. And smiling. That had never happened before. For a moment she was stunned. Even when her fingertips were no longer brushing Kinich’s face, he was still smiling.

It was his own smile, not the one she had just forced on him.

“S-So beautiful…” Her lips moved quietly. “Kinich is… so beautiful!…”

Mualani's breath tickled Kinich's face, and his cheeks showed signs of burning. Most people commended him for his skills, but it was extremely rare for someone to say he was beautiful. Suddenly, his mind wandered back to when he was a baby and his mother was still by his side. 

"I hope that in the future, you will encounter many happy things on your journey, so that others can see how beautiful my Kinich's smile is!" 

Perhaps his smile, his real smile, had long since disappeared with his mother. 

Kinich coughed. Only then did Mualani realize that she was standing a little too close to him. Too close. She quickly took a step back and bent down to pick up the basket of gems.

“Oh… I have to go… G-Goodbye…” Mualani awkwardly hugged the basket of stones and dashed home, leaving Kinich in a perplexed state on the hill, staring at the region belonging to People of the Springs, where the girl’s pale hair bobbed with each step.

That was the beginning of Kinich's unexpected smile. But he had no idea, and neither did Mualani, that the smile he offered her that day was unique from any other of his. How strange!

So one night, when the Natlan sky was bathed in a pool of stars, Kinich came to see Mualani and gave her a bag of mora.

“I want to commission you.”

Mualani’s eyes widened. Before she could ask anything, Kinich added:

“I want to learn how to smile again… The real smile. Not the kind of smile that makes people even more afraid of me…”

Mualani pursed her lips, attempting to hold back her laughter as she recalled the story which Kachina had told her the day before. 

"I apologize if I'm intruding into something that is not my concern. But you didn't just suggest that because you wanted more clients. Is that true?" 

Kinich gazed at her. His nod validated what she had stated. But what he failed to want to convey was, in the very moment when he unintentionally smiled at her that day, he seemed to have found a bit of warmth from someone else. It was something he could only vaguely sense in his dreams since his mother had departed.

“Okay,” Mualani replied. "I'm not sure why you're making this peculiar offer, but I accept. And I will not take Mora."

Kinich frowned. “What can I offer you to make it worth your time?”

Mualani leaned toward him. Her eyes locked with his as she smiled brightly.

“Something more valuable than mora, of course!”

[anonymocha]

Bonne Nuit • Voyager x Medicine Pocket

“Bon voyage, they told her before she left… When I met her, I wished her sweet dreams with this piece.”

Synopsis — Voyager comforts the weary and insomniac Medicine Pocket with a secret lullaby she composed for her first earth friends.

Words — 2.3K including the bonus scene.

CWs — References to animal space programs.

A/N — Pure fluff!!! + In this fic, it is suggested that they already have an established relationship. It could be interpreted as romantic or not. Up to the reader, really. Also it contains my headcanon that Medpoc is a dog caretaker.

Last night wasn't a good night for the young researcher.

Enduring a tedious three-hour youth meeting at Laplace was bad enough, but it was followed by a private lecture filled with the same complaints they heard for years, endlessly repeated for a whole hour. Frustrated thoughts swirled in their mind — Decrepit old rats who fail to understand their work should just shut the fuck up, they think. The only thing preventing them from barking back was sheer exhaustion. The fatigue had caught up with them, otherwise they may have bitten someone, really.

The complaints themselves weren't the issue; The real problem lies in how they just wasted their damn time. They could have returned to the suitcase and done their own thing much earlier if only they hadn't been forced to endure the droning of old-timers. By the time they attempted to rest, they were too weary to sleep, resigning themselves to working on obligatory papers through the night... Yet achieving almost nothing by morning. The sense of frustration lingered - more precious time wasted.

…Perhaps it's a call to sleep. Or at least, they should try.

Medicine Pocket stifled a yawn as they wandered through the corridors of the suitcase. The early hour ensured that the halls were deserted, providing a rare moment of solitude. Despite the lack of activity, they still sought out a secluded corner where they could be undisturbed for a while.

As they made mindless beelines around the suitcase's main building, they couldn't help but catch a faint sound. To be precise, music. A very familiar tune played with a very familiar instrument. The violin. Accompanied by the sound of… pups? Wait, they recognize those barks! Those are their pups!!!

Medicine Pocket followed the sounds. Their exhaustion was momentarily forgotten as curiosity piqued their interest. As they rounded a corner, they were met with… Quite the sight.

Dappled sunlight poured through the windows, casting a soft glow upon the scene unfolding before the young researcher's eyes. There on the floor, in an isolated corner of the suitcase, sat Voyager, her slender frame illuminated by the morning light as she delicately wielded her violin. Beside her, their puppies frolicked and danced to the sweet strains of her music, their tails wagging with unabashed joy.

Her eyes were closed, a serene smile gracing her lips as she lost herself in the piece. Her glimmering hair would catch the sunlight in a subtle gleam of colors and bloom, akin to a celestial halo. The alien visitor was playing Bach’s “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring”, a quite popular classical piece but fitting for this moment. With the beagles frolicking playfully around her. They would catch her giggling when one of the puppies tried to climb onto her lap. Cute…

As they stood there, silently observing, one of the pups perked up when it caught eye of them. It immediately rushed to their feet, its tail wagging furiously as it bounded toward Medicine Pocket with unrestrained excitement. The others followed suit, their playful barks filling the air as they said hi to their beloved caretaker.

Caught off guard by the sudden attention, Medicine Pocket crouched down to greet their furry companions, a tired smile tugging at the corners of their lips. Despite the exhaustion weighing heavily upon them, the attention of their beloved pups filled them with a sense of warmth and comfort.

Voyager stopped playing, a gasp escaping her lips as she opened her eyes, her gentle gaze locking onto the newcomer with a mixture of surprise and delight. The music faded into silence as she watched them interact with their puppies, a smile of awe tugging at her lips. Voyager’s violin and bow vanished into thin air before she greeted Medicine Pocket with her usual cheerful wave, accompanied by a giggle. A truly pleasant sound.

They’re showered by the puppies’ licks and pawing but they manage to return her greeting with a weary but genuine grin.

Noticing their tiredness, she gestured at her own lap, patting them. They know what it meant, they’ve been here before. She’s offering them comfort as she did many times before. Despite her silence, Voyager is incredibly caring and observant. Not to mention a great listener, and an even better secret keeper. She’s the only one they could trust to stay by their side through the most risky and taboo self-experiments. The only one allowed to see that side of theirs. And the only one to hold their hand through it all. Especially since she revealed glimpses of her nature several times too. They know what lies under the mask of this ‘girl’. And they adore her for that.

That said, they are close enough to her to lay their head on her lap.

With one pup held closely to their chest, another also on Voyager’s lap right next to their head, and the others scattered around them, they sighed contentedly. She smiled at them as she gazed down, a smile they’d seen many times, a smile that never fails to ease them. The soothing floral fragrance of her uniform and hair, added by the scent of the sun and freshly washed dogs, was a great change in comparison to Laplace’s clinical, chemical, and antiseptic-riddled atmosphere.

Delicate fingers traced their scalp as Voyager carefully untucked the scissors from their hair, causing their locks to fall loose. She set it aside before returning to pat them. Her other hand lingers on the pup snuggling on their torso, also patting the little guy. Their gloved hand would join her, caressing the pup’s back. It barked with soft glee at the attention.

“Mmh… You took care of the puppies while I was away, didn’t you?… I didn’t ask you to. But thank you. Daisy smells great for once,” they finally spoke out, their voice thick with gratitude and fatigue.

She nodded, giggling again. Her other hand, the one that had been patting them, suddenly moved towards their face, gently caressing their cheek. A gesture that is a bit surprising. Medicine Pocket blinked at the sudden change of pace. Her hand was so smooth and warm. It was a good kind of surprise.

Their eyes closed, leaning to the touch. They sighed once again, their lips tugging into a soft smile. “I hate everyone at Laplace. I missed my friends. I missed you, too. I kind of wished we could go on an outing this morning but I… Urgh… I’m so fucking tired. I can’t sleep either… It’s just… Damn it.”

Voyager listened attentively as always. She gave their cheek another pat before moving to the top of their head, gently stroking their messy locks. A gentle signal to ‘go on’. One they understood since they confided in her countless times before.

They chuckled and obliged. “I had to endure those damn old people yapping about the same shit again. It was a waste of time. I could have been doing other things. I could have finished my projects, you know? It was so damn annoying. I wanted to leave but… They kept me there because they told me it’s good for me. They’re probably jealous of me, right? I can bet that it is. Hah! They wished they have my guts to do the things I do. They would still say things like age doesn’t matter, but continue to think they know better than me. It pisses me off… They also made me do some papers. What’s the point of research papers really? The results are right there! I…” they continued to ramble on.

The alien visitor simply sat there and listened. Her hands still moved in soothing, repetitive motions. The puppies have also joined in the soothing, providing comfort in their own ways, like snuggling and nuzzling. They can feel their own breathing calming, the tension in their body loosening. They didn't realize it earlier. Their rambling was a way for them to let go of their pent-up frustrations, allowing their mind to settle down and their body to relax.

A long pause fell over them. A sigh escaped their lips. They then looked up at her and said, “...I'm sorry. I was rambling. I think… I really need to sleep.”

“Ah!” Voyager’s eyes widened as if a lightbulb flashed in her head.

“Hm?” Medicine Pocket looked at her curiously.

She smiled at them, materializing her violin and bow in her hands. Before they could say anything, she spoke. Her voice was barely above a whisper. Yet it was loud and clear enough for them to hear.

“I think… I want to share a new secret with you,” she began.

Her words surprised them. She never initiated any topic of conversation before. It's always them who start talking about themselves and the things they did. It's a bit jarring, but not unwelcome.

Their eyes remained fixed on her.

She moved the bow in one slow stroke, eliciting a gentle long note from her violin.

She continued, "I made it… For one of my first earth friends while I was in orbit. And I… I think she slept very well… So I kept playing it for the next 49 friends who came after her before I touched ground with earth…” Her voice was soft, and her eyes were cast somewhere far far away as if she was reminiscing a fond memory.

She motioned the bow in the opposite direction, playing a lighter note. “I haven’t played it for a long… Long time. But I want you to hear it… Perhaps… It can help you sleep, too.”

They have a hunch on who these 50 friends are; The pups sent to space in the 50s and 60s by the humans. They expected Voyager to know about them, but to actually make contact with them? And play a song for them? They were surprised and a little touched. It is a beautiful thought. And somewhat… Comforting. Is that why she adores puppies very much?

“Do I deserve to hear it?” they asked her. She merely responded with a soft chuckle, continuing to play.

Her playing is delicate and slow. They could see her eyes close, the smile on her lips growing. A peaceful look on her face. The melody is gentle and relaxing, reminding them of moonlight and stars. The puppies seemed to have noticed, as their tails began wagging more slowly, their soft barks quieting.

Medicine Pocket let out a long, contented sigh, their eyes fluttering shut as they settled against her lap. They didn’t mind the puppies snuggling and settling around their body.

They listened quietly.

The lullaby sounded like a gentle goodbye. Goodbye to the tiredness. Goodbye to the weariness. Goodbye to the frustration. Goodbye to the pain. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. It was a gentle lullaby of farewell, and a gentle hello of tomorrow. A lullaby that said: "It's okay now. A sweet dream is waiting for you. Rest, dear friend." Behind the sense of departure, there’s also a hint of yearning for home. Or perhaps, a welcome.

The soothing melody wrapped around them like a blanket. It was as if they were drifting away in the middle of a starry sky. Slowly, ever so slowly, they could finally sleep.

Their breathing steadied, and the last thing they heard before drifting to slumber was a faint, reassuring whisper.

“…Bonne nuit.”

Bonus Scene

“Erm… Ugh…”

Medicine Pocket wobbled their way out of the room they slept in. It was already afternoon, so the morning sun they departed with had turned into the warm saturated hues of a sunset by the time they woke up. Voyager and the pups were nowhere to be seen when they awoke, and she must have moved them to the couch with a blanket draped over them (woah she’s pretty strong… But alas, they’re a lanky person).

They reached the lobby. It was quite lively. There’s the girl scout and the girl with a red hood helping that one bunny girl in the kitchen, the TV girl presenting some sort of slideshow about cooking grilled cheese with Lilya’s plane to the pilot herself who looked intrigued, the infamously spooky twins playing cards with the photographer spirit and Necrologist (she’s losing), and so on… Some greeted them, some didn’t.

With the blanket held close to their chest, they kept looking out for the alien with blue hair. They couldn’t find her inside, so they went to the wilderness.

Unsurprisingly, they almost immediately found sitting at the picnic spot, taking a rest from walking their dogs. When she noticed them, she immediately smiled warmly and waved at them. The dogs responded in kind to their presence too, trying to run to them while barking happily, but held fast by the leashes held firm by Voyager’s hand.

Their face lit up, and they briskly made their way to her. “Hey!!! Hi!!! I slept well!!!” they declared with newfound energy. The puppies started to climb up their leg the moment they were in range.

She giggled. She seemed to have noticed the change in their energy level. They could see her shoulders move as she silently laughed.

They sat next to her and let the puppies pile onto them.

After they petted the puppies, they snuggled up to her. She leaned onto their shoulder. A gesture they reciprocated, resting their cheek on her head. They felt her body warmth, along with the faint smell of the sun and her flowery perfume as the usual. They smiled, sighing in relief.

She picked up a box near her lap, and opened it to reveal their favorite — Plain white bread with a little butter on it as a treat. She offered one to them, which they bit and ripped with their shark-like teeth like, well, a dog of course. It was soft, buttery, and still warm. Their favorite. What bliss. She fed some to the pups, too. The puppies certainly wolfed it down, making an endearing mess all over the mat, blanket, and their laps. The two could only laugh it off.

After that, they will be the one to walk the dogs. And then perhaps go back to whatever work they have going on. But now, that doesn’t matter. They’re in good company. This mysterious, lovely, alien darling, and the many many lively pups.

It was a good morning… Afternoon, I mean. Godspeed to their sleeping schedule.

[wooyoungratingbark]

before I go to bed my darling sweet, let me just remind you that this 'Pretty U' Wooyoung and Yeosang exist.

creds: 오리

[the-lady-hestia]

so in the past month-ish there have been two separate instances where a friend of mine has had reason to show me that the fandoms I enjoy (namely star trek and a niche book series I'm obsessed with) have thriving fanfiction communities (context: While I did already know this about Star Trek, I have never read fanfiction or dove into that corner of the internet b/c I find it a little intimidating lol)

Anyways I've been thinking about Star Trek Voyager a little too much, specifically the ending and how unsatisfying it is.

There's a little voice in the back of my head telling me to spend what little free time I have writing something from the perspective of various crewmembers like a month after the Voyager gets back to Earth. It would inevitably be bad and I know this but like what iffffff?????????

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

music to my ears

synopsis: wriothesley loves listening to your voice. that's it that's the whole thing

genre: fluff

characters: wriothesley x gn! reader

warnings: established r/s

a/n: I'M ALIVE this was a really quick one because i needed to get the image out of my system teehee <3 likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

©2024 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

masterlist

wriothesley was not what one would consider a chatterbox, and neither was he a man of few words. so why was it that he was so quietly drinking his tea, when he was right beside the one he loved the most?

easy. the duke was simply enamoured by your voice.

“so in the end, morhange graduated from the conservatory and became an acclaimed conductor– hey, you listening?”

his eyes darted up from your lips to meet your gaze. “yeah, go on.”

“that was the end,” you sighed, before your eyes lit up. “oh! wait, yeah, the film was inspired by the story behind the origin of the little singers of fontaine! y’know, the choir?”

“never heard of them.”

“that’s ‘cause you don’t come up to the surface often enough!”

a loud tick pierced through the cosy atmosphere. five in the evening. time for fortress inspection.

“oh,” you shrank into your seat, “i’m sorry, that was a really long ramble, wasn’t it?”

“not at all,” he hummed. “i like hearing your voice.”

“I’M SORRY!!” you cried, clearly having not yet registered “i took up all your time and you didn’t get to say what you wanted to and i–” you’re cut off by the all too familiar sensation of wriothesley’s chapped lips on yours.

“archons, sweetheart, how many times do i have to tell you? i love it when you ramble,” he mutters into the kiss, “i love when you get excited about things you like and tell me about them.”

wriothesley probably couldn’t care less if it were anyone else talking about their favourite film, but for you, he’d make an exception any day.

taglist: @xianyoon @lynyluvr @kazemiya @hanafubuxi @dailypenpen @yourfavoritefreakyhan @thestarswhisper (send ask to be added to taglist!)

if you liked this, do consider dropping me a follow for more :>

[firemenenthusiast]

kai voyagers x reader headcannons

warnings: sfw, fluff. kinda sad tbh

- since you were little kids you’ve been almost inseparable, doing almost everything together

- he had his eyes set on you when all of you were introduced to each other in the playroom and as a kid he had approached to befriend you without thinking

- the blue makes them emotionless, cant feel happy, cant feel sad, cant feel love— yet he knows deep down he feels something for you. he just didn’t know what it was

- and the something he feels since you were little wasn’t necessarily love, but what he is sure of is that he’d always pick you in a room full of people

- richard noticed how both of you would play together, do chores together and was becoming a pair. a one for two deal. so he let the both of you be

- the best thing about living on the ship is when all of you are given a free day of the week. where you could just do whatever you feel like doing, no chores, no schedules, for the whole day

- so he would knock on your compound first thing in the morning, making sure to be the earliest so you can have the whole day to spend time together

- you as a child was so cute, so he would pick a blooming small flower from the garden, picking out the most vibrant of them all because he couldn’t tell what was pretty and what was not

- the flower he’d pick would be tucked behind your ear, making you look even cuter to him

- the feeling you both have for each other would at times pound at your chests yet there’s nothing you could do about it, the blue supressing them all

- he wished he could describe or atleast tell you that he loves spending time with you but he didnt know how, he didn’t know that was a thing

- despite not understanding or knowing what the two of you have, you continue doing everything with him cuz you feel the most at ease beside him

- the two of you have always been around each other since there wasn’t much difference in your height so when kai started growing so tall, you have to crane your neck to look at him

- free days are always both your favourites, up until you’ve both grown up as teenagers. especially now, you spend more time just sitting together at the ship’s viewpoint, pointing at the nearest burning star, you resting your head against his shoulder

- so when the whole ship stopped taking the blue, the feelings you have for each other became elevated. like you had just now discovering a deep connection with each other

- the lack of blue in your systems makes the two of you happier, finally being able to feel the rush of running around the ship, laughing and giggling at each other,,

- and cry together at your designated spot, the viewpoint while watching the stars in private after they had found richards stash of his photos on earth

- you don’t understand the fault of your existence that you have to be shipped away in a swallowing abyss of darkness, away from the shining sun on earth

- he doesn’t know what it feels like to sit on the grass, basking in the sunlight like richard used to do in those pictures, but he bet it feels nice

- and he wants nothing more than to feel how nice it is to lay on the grassy field, with your hand in his, you on his side for hours on end

- living on the ship is full of uncertainty, they don’t know who they actually are most of the times

- but one thing kai knows that even if it’s the end of the world, he wants you to always be with him

[icandoodlebutnotthatgood]

A quote from Voyager

[abnl-on-ao3]

A Janeway/Seven one-shot, just for funsies. Captain Kathryn Janeway helps Seven of Nine decipher her emotions one by one.

“What are you proposing?”

Kathryn heaved a great sigh and palmed anxiously at one of her elbows. “I say we consider consolidating a force of allies against our greatest threat.”

“You mean the Borg.” Seven’s eyes were half-lidded with a sort of reverence for her past collective. It was less of a question and more of a statement of fact.

“Precisely. We pool our resources and make an offer to the other dominating species in the quadrant. Safe passage- an escort perhaps, as a means to combat Borg space on our way back to Earth. Something more needs to be done to get everyone home.”

Seven of Nine’s eyes then shot to the floor for a moment, her occipitofrontalis and orbicularis oculi muscles working hard to cinch toward the middle of her face. Kathryn reached out and caught Seven by the underside of her beautifully sculpted cleft chin with the crook of a finger, lifting her gaze once again. “That one?”

Seven paused. “Antipathy, I suppose.”

“And just how would you know what antipathy feels like?”

[neuroprincess]

The Tree of Life 

Kathryn Janeway/Seven of Nine

Summary: On a visit to a curious and pleasant planet, Captain Janeway can't resist her desires without imagining that a simple act would unite her forever with a crew member.

Now she has to deal with the consequences of her actions and learn through the journey of having Seven of Nine as her wife.

Please reblog and support fanfics/writers. Thank you and have a good read <3