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wingsofhcpe · 12 days
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I love agnebal because they're both so pathetic, man. Both Agnes and Cristobal absolutely fit the pathetic wet depressed little meowmeow description and they're canonically together*, it's so fucking funny.
(*only s1 is real)
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jazzfic · 3 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Picard, Star Trek: La Sirena Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Agnes Jurati/Cristóbal Rios Characters: Agnes Jurati, Cristóbal Rios Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Sleeping Together, agnes is really trying Summary:
Of the nights Agnes leaves, all but for the one she doesn’t.
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Written for the Hey, Sweetheart challenge @ficwip
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nie-narzekam · 1 year
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An enchanted moment
And it sees me through
It’s enough for this restless warrior
Just to be with you
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And can you feel the love tonight?
It is where we are
It’s enough for this wide-eyed wanderer
That we’ve got this far
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There’s a rhyme and reason
To the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager
Beats in time with yours
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(Elton John, “Can You Feel The Love Tonight”)
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procrastinatorproject · 2 months
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New game: Share your three best fanworks. No thinking, just the three that instinctively occur to you. Then copy-paste this ask to anonymously share with as many people as you want.
Okay. A) I love this! Thank you so much, nonnie, for a brilliant idea!
B) Whoof. That's tough 😅
Without thinking:
My very first fic. It is finished, it has pacing, it has an arc, it has an actual story... The prose might need a bit of polishing, but I think it's still some of my best work!
My most artistic fic:
I just... I don't know. I feel like it's very personal and almost has something lyrical about it and I feel very deeply about it, even if it is perhaps a little pretentious.
The third one is hard, though...
I'm very torn between something like A Night at the Opera, which I'm still extremely proud of, In the Palm of his Hand, which I love and hope to finish one day, and even The Cake is a Lie. Though the last two are probably not nearly as good in their current published form as they are in my WIPs, where I have additional material that really adds A Lot to them 😅
But I feel like I also want to put one of my metas here, because I have a bunch of those and they're important to me and feel like they're out of contention for this sort of thing. So here's my probably favourite bit of meta writing:
I love Rios and Agnes! And I find their budding relationship fascinating and gentle and lovely and want to think about it more. And this was such a great way to look at their interactions and psychology, and to explain why I think they make sense together.
(Also: it always reminds me of the incredible "Your Light on Me" by @regionalpancake and the gorgeous Love Comes Softly by @smhalltheurlsaretaken, which is essentially the same argument but as an amazing fic (and gorgeous podfic by @thelaithlyworm). And these kinds of connections always make everything better 🥰)
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majoris · 2 years
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Star Trek: Picard | s01e06 | The Impossible Box
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regionalpancake · 1 year
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“We read to know that we are not alone.”
It’s missing them hours again.
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deepinthelight · 2 months
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Agnes and Cristóbal
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aprill-99 · 2 years
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Cristobal Rios: “Whatever, I don’t care.”
Agnes: *narrator voice* “He said caringly, as he cared deeply.”
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talvenhenki · 1 year
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Agnebal for the ask game, please 💕
Yell heah I ship it! (meant to write hell yeah but fever got me lol)
Ship It
What made you ship it? I saw Agnes smiling and fell in love. I saw Cris being Cris but also unexpectedly soft with Agnes. I guess I just gravitate towards relationships where one or both of the two are trying to learn to be people again
What are your favorite things about the ship? These two are fools but they genuinely want the other to be happy even if it hurts them. Also because I can write all the fluff about them in my own personal canon and I won't heed season 2's plot at all. :^)
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Idk if it's unpopular but I believe that Agnes is an overthinker which resuls in some extremely broken communication. And, since Cris can't read minds, stuff like the break-up between seasons 1 and 2 happened (but will be rectified once I get back to my massive fix-it project <3)
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Picard Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Agnes Jurati/Cristóbal Rios, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Raffi Musiker/Seven of Nine, Raffi Musiker & Cristóbal Rios Characters: Agnes Jurati, Cristóbal Rios, Raffi Musiker, Seven of Nine, Jean-Luc Picard Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Reconciliation, Song: Heaven Knows (Five For Fighting), Agnes Jurati is Not The Borg Queen, True Love's Kiss, Episode: s02e06 Two of One (Star Trek: Picard), One Shot, Making Up, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Implied/Referenced Sex
Series: Part 5 of Heaven Knows Summary:
What could bring Agnes Jurati back to her broody ex? Calling off the war that the Borg Queen has caused in her mind. A reconciliation AU showing what might have happened if kissing Cris in S2E6 had been totally Agnes' choice.
This is my 150th fic on this account, and my 31st for the fandom! Heads up: The rating on this one has changed for my own piece of mind to Mature rather than Teen and Up!
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Anyway, the burning dumpster that was Picard S2 is proof why Agnebal should have remained canon. It would have fixed the show
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wingsofhcpe · 5 months
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Agnes is determined to find out why Rios dislikes cats as he does- but the truth behind it ends up surprising her.
Pairing(s): Agnes Jurati/Cristobal Rios
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tinderbox210 · 2 years
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Almost a week later and still not over the finale and clinging to any shippy headcanon I can come up with.
Like the headcanon that Agnes’s Borg ship was build/expanded with the intact La Sirena at its center, like its heart, because that’s what Cris remained to her and that way she'd always keep a part of him with her.
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nie-narzekam · 1 year
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I’m waiting for the night to come
I’m waiting for the tide to pull me in
I’m waiting ‘til I find the one
Someone who will take me as I am
(Cold War Kids, “What You Say”)
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Do tell, please, about In the Shallows
With the unfailing instincts of a true shipper, you have zeroed in on one of the few, if not the only, full-blown Agnebal WIPs in that entire list. Kudos! 🤣😂💗
This is one of my very old drafts (created before I migrated all my fic over to Scrivener in September 2020, I think). It's also one of the only things I've ever written in second person, now that I come to think of it.
The gist of it is: Agnes has gone swimming on the holodeck, and at some point, she realizes Rios is sitting on a deck chair by the side of the pool, looking very glum and forlorn.
There's only a few snippets of written out conversation and half-sentences or half a paragraph here and there, but let me share a few bits:
“Do you know how to swim?” “Of course I do.” For a moment, you sit in companionable silence, before he adds: “My mother taught me when I was a kid. We went to the beach a lot for a couple of summers.” “That sounds nice.” “Hm.” The silence stretches again, as you both follow your own thoughts. “I can’t swim like that, though.” You frown, looking up at him. “Like what?” “You know…” He still doesn’t look at you but waves his hands about limply. “Proper swimming. With the breathing and arms and all that.” Another short pause. “Would you like me to show you?” For a moment you’re not sure he actually heard you, then he shrugs. You just sit there, watching him for another moment. He looks like you feel so often: drained and dead inside, too numb to feel sad, exhausted enough that making eye-contact feels like a chore.
She does end up teaching him a few things, though they're both too exhausted to have a real go at it. And then the last bit (still somewhat fragmentary) is this:
You end up clinging to the rim at the shallow end of the pool, blue lips tentatively finding each other. You do teach him how to float on his back - his strong muscles compensating for his weight. You float next to each other, holdint on to each other’s hands. After a while, the gentle currents of the pool pull your legs apart and your heads slowly circle closer to each other. Even with your ears half-submerged, you are close enough to hear as he says: “Thank you for this.” As the silence once again stretches between you, your nerves start to jitter, urging you to say... something. “Did you know that otters hold on to each other when they sleep?" you finally blurt out. "They sleep floating on their backs and they grab each other’s paws so they won’t drift apart in the night. The mother otters pull their babies onto their bellies so they’ll stay all dry and fluffy and… um… sorry.” You laugh, feeling sheepish. “I’m sure the person who told me this made it into some profound metaphor, but I don’t know…” After another long moment, you can just about hear Cris through the water in your ears. “It’s nice to think about anyway.” And he squeezes your hand, holding on more tightly. You don’t need profound. Drifting in the shallows, holding on to Cris so you won’t drift apart, is not particularly profound either. But it is more than enough for now.
Thank you for reminding me of this! I haven't read through it in a long while, and it might actually be a WIP I could finish with a reasonable amount of work. I'll have to look into that some more 🤔
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jazzfic · 2 years
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This thing I am writing (finished? shall we so venture to say? yes, we shall) has turned out so fuzzy and fluffy that whatever thread of angst I'd diligently weaved through at the start is now officially watered down like the last drop of ribena.
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