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boldlynyooming · 4 years

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Elnor being smothered by kittens, a la the "where's the babies" video on YouTube

Elnor didn’t quite know how he got into his current… predicament.

He had beamed down to the planetside, ignoring Picard’s plea not to come with him. The planet was dangerous, Picard had said. However, the La Sirena needed some refined dilithium crystals, which was the sole reason why they made this stop. If the planet was truly dangerous, Elnor had argued, that was more the reason he had to go with the old man.

They were sitting cross-legged on the floor, while Picard talked to the locals, when Elnor noticed half a dozen little four-legged furred creatures shakily making their way toward him. They were small, really small — so small that one could fit in Elnor’s palm — with little triangle ears on the top of their head.

“Admiral, look!” Elnor called the old man, just as the little creatures began to climb him as if he was a tree.

Picard looked confused, before he turned to face the purple-skinned locals.

“You have cats?” he asked, perplexed.

“These are cats?” Elnor asked, delighted.

“We made contact with Humans two hundred years ago and one of the crew had these ferocious little creatures”, one of the locals answered. “We took a couple in, and trained them.”

“Trained them for what?” Picard asked. Elnor would have noticed the wariness in his voice had the cats not begun gnawing at him, their little teeth sinking into his skin.

“They are gnawing at me!” he told Picard excitedly. The locals were right — the cats were ferocious, it was adorable.

“Why, we trained them to attack and eat flesh, of course”, the local answered. “Now, hand over the latinums before the boy gets eaten alive.”

Picard cussed uncharacteristically.

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“I’m just saying, that fight could have ended much quicker if Elnor did not get distracted the whole time”, Rios ranted once Picard and Elnor were back on La Sirena. The EMH was applying dermal regenerator to the wounds all over Elnor’s arms and hands. At least they had stopped bleeding.

“I could not attack the cats”, Elnor admitted, wincing when a particularly nasty wound knitted itself back. “They are too adorable to kill.”

“Oh for—” Rios sighed and rubbed his face. “They are no longer cats — they’re abomination, is what they are.”

Then, as if on cue, a squeaky mew could be heard. The bridge fell into silence.

“Elnor?” Picard broke the silence and glared at him.

“You didn’t”, Dr. Jurati said.

Elnor guiltily took out a cat from the folds of his robe. It still tried to gnaw at his finger, but Elnor had learned that it would stop from doing so when he rubbed the creature’s flank. The whole crew groaned, even Picard.

“Oh hell no”, Rios said. “Hell no! I don’t want any flesh-eating mutated kitten aboard my ship. You throw that thing out of the airlock or I’m doing it myself.”

“No! She’s mine!” Elnor cried out defensively and held the cat close to his chest. “I’m naming her Uan.” He rubbed his finger on the cat’s cheek and she closed her eyes as if she was enjoying the attention he gave her. “Isn’t she adorable?”

“In his defense, the Romulans have domesticated scarier creatures”, Soji said. “Like warrigul.”

“Don’t give the kid ideas”, Raffi warned her.

#perilsperil #star trek picard #elnor #give elnor a cat #star trek #arkawrites

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ineffable--soulmates · 4 years

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Title: Ineffability of Being A Soulmate

Word Count: 35522 Archive Warnings: N/A Rating: T Pairing(s): Aziraphale/Crowley Character(s): Aziraphale, Crowley, Gabriel, Michael, Hastur

Tags: Reverse Omens, Raphael!Crowley, 6000 years of slow burn, Angel Crowley, Demon Aziraphale, Genderfluid Crowley, Islamic References, Fantastic Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Slight Catholic Bashing

Beta’d by @revasnaslan | Art by @crowleyisms (link to art to come)

Written for @goodomensbigbang

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When Raphael came into existence, when the Universe was still young, he knew nothing about anything. He knew nothing about the workings of the Universe, about his very existence. He did not have his life laid out before him, nor did he know about the Great Plan. Not yet , at least. That would come up later.

But he knew one thing for certain: he had a Soulmate.

#ineffable husbands #reverse omens #good omens big bang #dailygoodomens #genderfluid crowley #crowley is raphael #angel crowley #demon aziraphale #arkawrites #verse: IOBAS

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toodorokii · 7 years

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Like A Beacon Light - 2

title: Like A Beacon Light pairing: side pair Yagi Toshinori/Tsukauchi Naomasa rating: T warning: canon-related violence, past child neglect

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Coffee wasn’t a good replacement for a warm, home cooked Japanese-style breakfast. That was what Toshinori thought when he downed a whole steaming cup of thick black coffee. It went down with slight burn in his mouth, but at least it made him more alert.

If anyone could see All Might, the rising star of the heroic industry, at the state he was in right now, they wouldn’t believe their eyes. Rumpled shirt and stained jeans in lieu to his dazzling hero suit, a bird nest of a hair that no comb ever touched in the past week. He had a crick that permanently lodged to his back, a result from thirteen hours plane ride from Toronto to Tokyo. He was pretty sure he still smelled like crude oil too.

He literally just got back from an international mission, helping with a massive oil spill near the arctic waters, when Gran Torino called him.

“They found Nana’s grandson”, was all that Torino said, tiredly as if Toshi’s mentor just aged two decades since he last met him. Toshi had to hold back urges to jump straight to where Torino told him he would be waiting, and instead suffered through a taxi ride that seemed to take forever.

So here they were, sitting on some police precinct chair that could barely hold Toshi’s bulk. What they were waiting for, he didn’t know. As his anxieties peaked up no thanks to the coffee, he decided for a more interesting thing to do--picking black crusts off from under his nails.

He swore he already cleaned them off when he hit the shower back at the hotel. That seriously was fourteen--fifteen?--hours ago.

He was too jetlagged for this.

“Cut that off”, Torino scolded and Toshi felt like he was back in high school, with his lanky limbs that seemed too tall and too awkward. Toshi scrunched his nose, but obeyed.

He wished he was All Might at the moment. All Might was handsome, charming, and confident. Toshinori was simply an anxious mess with too dark bags under his eyes and unkempt appearance. But All Might had no connection whatsoever to Shimura Nana as far as the public knew, so that was that.

A detective walked into the room. He was older than Naomasa, with his greying hair and crow’s feet at the corner of his eyes. After a brief introduction, Detective Shiba dropped a stack of files on the table, pulling a picture of what appeared to be a bloody crime scene and a photo of a scraggly looking man.

“Last month, a child welfare worker found a male baby covered in blood at her doorstep”, the detective began. “The blood belonged to someone related to the baby. We ran it through our database and found a match.”

“The late Shimura Nana…”, Torino whispered, eyes glued to the photos on the table. Toshi swore Torino’s eyes were watery behind his mask.

“You told us Ms. Shimura had a son she gave up to the institution, right?” Detective Shiba asked.

“Yes. His name was… Hisui, I think?” Torino’s eyes turned wary. “What happened to him?”

“Assumed dead. We found his blood in his apartment and--”

“And what?” Torino pursued.

“And a hand that belonged to him. A disembodied hand. We couldn’t find a body”, Detective Shiba said, pulling another picture of said hand. Toshi found himself unable to look away, mind blank.

“His neighbors said his wife disappeared the day before the child worker found the baby, so we suspected she’s involved”, the detective continued.

“She killed him?” Toshi blurted out before he could stop himself.

“No”, Detective Shiba answered. “Her body was found two days later in the river, along with a suicide note that explained everything. She said, it was the baby’s Quirk that did it.”

More pictures. A dead body of a woman. The photo from civil registry, of a small white-haired woman with downcast eyes. Then, another picture of the suicide note, written in scribbly handwriting.

“The child worker noticed that the kid’s Quirk is already manifested, so she took him to a Quirk specialist. It’s some kind of Quirk that disintegrates things he touches with his hand”, the detective explained. “From Mrs. Shimura’s note, we know that it was the Quirk manifestation that killed her husband. It scared her, so she decided to get rid of her son--although she did write that she couldn’t kill him. In the end, losing her husband was too much for her, that she ended her life.”

“T-then the baby? Hisui’s son? How is he--” Gran Torino choked. If Toshi didn’t know any better, he expected his old teacher would begin to cry any moment now.

“Ah, well… That’s one reason why I called you. Both of you, I guess”, Detective Shiba clasped his hands. “Gran Torino, I remember you as Shimura Nana’s sidekick and friend. And Mr. Yagi, you’re Ms. Shimura’s protege, you said? You see, Mr. and Mrs. Shimura both grew up in the same orphanage, so they don’t have any relative. You’re the closest thing to a relative to this small family.”

“You want to ask us if we want to adopt him or give him up to the institution”, Toshinori furrowed his brows. He would do it--he would adopt and take care of this child, his teacher’s grandson, no matter what. He would protect his teacher’s legacy.

“That’s not… really what I’m gonna say”, the detective rubbed the back of his neck. “The child welfare worker who found the kid. She, well… She said she wants to adopt him.”

Toshi exchanged look with Torino, their eyebrows raised.

On the way to the orphanage, at the backseat of a taxi, Toshi went through the seven stages of grief all at once. Okay, maybe the acceptance part was more like grudging defeat. He knew that as a hero, he couldn’t always save everyone. Theoretically, he knew this. He couldn’t always be there for everyone.

But the news about the death of his mentor’s son and the ruins of his family hurt Toshi more than he expected. After all, the whole reason she gave up her son up to the institutions was that so he could live long and happy. And yet, he died all because of his own son’s Quirk manifested. It seemed too… unfair? Tragic?

Something hit the back of Toshi’s head, hard , and it took him a moment to pull himself off the internal freakout he’d been doing and realize that Torino had smacked him. He mustered enough energy to glare at his old mentor.

“Stop hitting me!”

“I’ll stop hitting you when I damn please, you stupid meathead”, Torino sighed, sounded more tired than ever. It was only then Toshi realized how old his old mentor had become. Sure, Gran Torino still could pack a mean punch, but his figure had withered from age; his hair turned completely white and his movements stiff.

How old was Torino again? Fifties? Sixties?

“If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine. I shoulda keep an eye on that boy when she--” Torino paused and looked away, shoulders hunched as if the weight on his shoulders were too much to bear.

A decade passed and Nana’s death still hurt both of them, this was a fact. Toshi mourned for the loss of the closest thing he could get as a mother figure, while Torino mourned for his dear friend and lifelong partner. Toshi knew they had a thing, romantically speaking, that went way before Nana married some nameless, faceless guy who ultimately died at the hands of her nemesis, but their partnership was way more than that.

It was complicated. Toshi knew best not to prod.

They finally arrived at an orphanage.

It was one of those Christian orphanages, with its own school and church. The place was surprisingly nice, with green field surrounding the building. The brick walls were covered with vines. It kinda gave off a homey feeling that made Toshi feel at ease.

A handful of younger children were playing in groups, under the watchful eyes of the nuns. They turned their heads curiously as Toshi and Torino crossed the yard. They waved cheerfully at Gran Torino, who was wearing his hero suit. Toshi chuckled as his old teacher gave them a thumbs-up.

If only he was wearing his hero suit now.

The headmaster, Father Ishi, was already waiting for them at the entrance to the building. He was a large man with big jaws and gem-like growths peppering his face and skin. Despite his scary appearance, he smiled and laughed jovially when he shook Toshi’s hand. Toshinori was by no means small, what with his gigantism and muscled build, but he swore he still could feel the handshake rattling his bones.

Father Ishi took Toshi and Torino to a baby room, green hills painted on the walls and the windows tall to let sunlight bathing the whole room in warm, golden radiance. Ms. Midoriya already waited for them inside, sitting cross legged on the carpeted floor with a baby bouncing happily on her lap.

Toshi took a double take when he got in. Ms. Midoriya looked an awful lot like his mentor. No, not physically; Shimura Nana was built like a brick house, tall and muscular, and could bring down an entire building with a single punch. Ms. Midoriya was smaller, looked more frail, but there was that aura emanating from her, that made people around her feel more at ease. Her dark hair and ever-present smile only made her look more like Nana.

Next to him, Gran Torino let out a pained whine, almost inaudible to everyone in the room except Toshi. It seemed that his old teacher got the same impression too.

When Toshi finally tore his eyes away from Ms. Midoriya, it was only then he realized fully who the baby on her lap was.

Nana’s grandson.

The boy had pale hair that looked light-golden under the sunlight and his smile was just as bright. He held Ms. Midoriya’s bangs in a death grip, making Toshinori wince in sympathy.

“Good afternoon”, Ms. Midoriya greeted the three of them, looking as if there wasn’t a baby in her lap trying to rip the hair off her scalp. Right. Child Welfare Worker; this was probably normal for her.

Torino and Toshi echoed her greetings, and joined her and Father Ishi on the floor.

She was younger than Toshinori expected she would be. And unmarried, if the lack of ring on her finger was any indication. Sure, at this day and age, it wasn’t uncommon for women to marry older. But adopting a child before marrying? That was pretty unheard of, not in Japan at least.

Oh well, that was none of his business.

Toshi let Gran Torino take control of the conversation, seeing that, well… his mentor was the closest to a relative to Shimura Nana. Meanwhile, he used his time to observe the baby, Shimura Tenko. It was hard to see Nana in the boy. He just… looked so different to her, with light hair and red eyes. Toshi thought if he squinted hard enough, he could see that famous smile of hers, but he just couldn’t see it.

“He has her nose”, Torino commented all of a sudden, his voice solemn. Toshi stared, tried to make sense of his old teacher’s words.

Nope. Still couldn’t see it.

“I’m glad that the police can find his relative, even if it’s not by blood”, Ms. Midoriya said with a smile, even though her eyes looked sad. Her hands were gentle, holding to the little boy’s body; but Toshi sensed that she would fight tooth and nail to keep Tenko with her, if necessary.

Toshinori knew, in that moment, that he couldn’t keep the baby.

He was a Pro-Hero. That alone warranted that he couldn’t always be there to take care of a baby. He spent most of his time on the street; fighting villains, doing community works to keep the society safe and functioning, helping solve crimes, or just simply patrolling.

And then there was that constant danger that came with his job. A few weeks ago, he accidentally found out that one of his old teammates at International Heroics was a parent, simply because a villain unknowingly took over their daughter’s school as hostage. Toshi didn’t think he was ready for that nightmare-turned-reality.

So he kept quiet and watched as Torino interacted with Tenko, who abandoned Ms. Midoriya’s hair for Torino’s cape. Without preamble, the baby stuffed the fabric into his mouth before any of the adults could stop him, and refused to spit it out no matter what.

Tenko was very quiet. Ms. Midoriya said, it was due to various reasons; the trauma of losing his parents, possible child neglect. She said, Tenko was a little bit underweight when she found him and he missed some of his developmental milestones, like walking or saying his first word.

As she talked, she made it even clearer that there was no way Toshinori would be able to give the time, care, and attention that Tenko severely needed. There’d be times when he would be away for days, even weeks at a time, mostly to solve difficult case overseas. Eventually, he’d have to choose between his duty as a Pro-Hero and as a parent, and he didn’t think he was ready for that yet .

Tenko deserved a loving home and a loving parent, someone who understood what he needed to grow to his full potential. Someone like Ms. Midoriya, who was already professionally trained for this and was willing to adopt. And she clearly adored Tenko, if judging by the way she was holding him like he was the most precious thing she’d ever seen in her life.

Who was he to come between them?

The next morning, Toshinori woke up to Naomasa already making breakfast. It smelled like miso soup. Nothing really beat Japanese-style breakfast, he mused.

Despite having slept for ten hours straight, Toshi still could feel exhaustion settling deep in his bones. He made his way to the kitchen slash dining room and circled his arms around Masa’s waist, resting his head at the crook of Masa’s neck. His boyfriend already showered and Toshi couldn’t help but bask in the fruity scent of the soap.

It was a rare occasion that both of them had an off-day at the same time. Toshi was almost always out doing his hero duty, so between the two of them, Masa was probably the one with more flexible schedule. Whenever Toshi had an off-day, usually after finishing an international hero work, Masa would try to switch his shift so they could spend time doing nothing together.

Sometimes, Toshi felt like Masa was putting more effort into their relationship; but if he was, Masa never said a peep about it.

“If I bribe you with coffee, will you let me go?” Toshi heard Masa chuckling. He mustered enough energy to reply ‘yes’, but it came out as a garbled mess, with his face smushed to Masa’s shoulder.

It took a bit of maneuvering, but somehow Masa was able to finish making the breakfast and grab the coffee with Toshi still hanging off him like a limpet. And with only a minor incident too.

“I wanna say ‘this is why you don’t hug the cook’, but you look so awful I don’t think I’m cruel enough for that”, Masa joined Toshi on the table. The full course of the breakfast was already laid between them; miso soup, white rice with raw egg on top, and fried tofu.

Toshi’s mouth watered. He picked up the soup bowl and drank it in five big gulps.

“Now, you wanna tell me what’s bothering you?” Masa asked, almost nonchalant. Toshi was glad he already swallowed the last gulp.

He still hadn’t tell Masa about Tenko when he got home the day before. He didn’t know how to bring up the topic. They never discussed anything about children. He didn’t think he could just go ‘Hey, I love you so do you wanna help me raise my dead mentor’s grandson?’

Yeah, that totally, definitely couldn’t go wrong at all.

It was all still too sudden for him. It wasn’t uncommon that Toshi felt personally responsible to help everyone he could, but Tenko wasn’t just anyone . He was Nana’s grandson, and Toshi still didn’t know how to feel about that. He really wanted to be personally involved in the poor boy’s life, wanted to raise him so maybe one day he could carry Nana’s legacy.

Fuck, he wasn’t awake enough for this.

Toshi nibbled his chopstick, eyes downcast as he searched for words, before opening his mouth. “It’s just--”

“Ok, I’m gonna cut you right there. You know I can tell when you lie, right?” There was no heat in Masa’s tone, but still it made Toshi wince.

Toshi released a deep sigh.

“I know. It’s just-- I, I mean. It’s still too new for me to process”, he gave Masa a pleading look. “Give me time?”

It took a moment, before Masa replied, almost reluctantly. “Okay, take your time.”

#boku no hero academia #bnha #naomight #shigaraki tomura #all might #yagi toshinori #tsukauchi naomasa #midoriya inko #arkawrites #LABL #LABL verse

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arkadavinia · 4 years

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Pt. 1: Claira Goes to Therapy

#Original writing #Since 2012 #Claira Lindon #Thomas Lindon #Gregory Monte #therapy #ArkaWrites #What im doing while not studying

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arkadraws · 11 months

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Will I Find My Home (In You)

Pairing: Alhaitham/Kaveh Warnings: N/A Rating: PG-13 / Teen

Summary:

Kaveh is getting a project that requires him to move to Liyue.

Alhaitham is fine with this.

(Until he's not)

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#haikaveh #alhaitham #kaveh #alhaitham x kaveh #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #arkawrites

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arkadraws-moved · 3 years

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The Prince of Celestia and the Lord of Geo

Pairing: Zhongli/Aether Warnings: Omegaverse Rating: R-18 / Explicit

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They chatted a bit after that, about things that interested them both. Zhongli told Aether a bit about what he was doing as the Geo Archon, and in turn, Aether told Zhongli about his ongoing studies to understand the world he and his sister were currently stranded on.

“That is quite a wish”, Zhongli told him after Aether told him about how he wanted to explore the seven nations. “Perhaps I can help you fulfill a fraction of that.”

“Uh, how are you going to do that?” Aether asked.

“By taking you down to Liyue Harbor, of course”, Zhongli answered bluntly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Wh— Like, right now?! ” Aether stuttered, but Zhongli simply stood up and offered his hand, a confident smile on his handsome face. Aether stared at it dumbly, before reaching out for it. Zhongli’s palm was bigger than his, with calluses that marred his skin — and when Aether held it, it felt sturdy as a rock.

“Hold on tight”, was all the warning Aether got, before the world around him spun in a motion blur.

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#genshin impact #原神 #zhongther #鍾空 #arkawrites #the prince of celestia and the lord of geo

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arkadraws-moved · 3 years

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Bane of Evil No More

Pairing: Xiao/Aether Warnings: N/A Rating: PG-13 / Teen

Summary:

It all began — or perhaps, ended — with the sight of a half dragon-half qilin plummeting from the sky.

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#genshin impact #原神 #XiaoAether #魈空 #arkawrites

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arkadraws-moved · 3 years

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my newest novel is up on tapas! go check it out 🥰

#the firewalker #project demetrius #aidan farrell-reinhart #arkadraws #arkawrites

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arkadraws-moved · 3 years

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Of Love Blooming

Pairing: Kazuha/Aether Warnings: N/A Rating: PG-13 / Teen

Summary:

Aether woke up to violetgrass on the side of his bed. Shenanigans ensue.

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#genshin impact #原神 #カズ空 #万空 #Kazuther #arkawrites

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boldlynyooming · 4 years

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Hello ♡ I'm so glad you're taking prompts! I'd love to read some Elnor/Hugh fluff where Picard finds out about their relationship (his reaction is up to you!) Thank you!

After everything was done at Coppelius, Elnor sat in the galley, alone, as he thought about everything that had just happened. It was hard to believe that they managed to make peace with the higher sentient synthetic life and the Romulan Star Empire, with some sacrifices on both sides. Moreover, it was hard to believe that he survived it all.

The sound of footsteps pulled his attention away from his own thoughts, and Elnor turned only to find Hugh approaching him. His expression was soft, and he took a seat across to Elnor.

“Are you alright?” was the first thing that Hugh asked, and Elnor was… touched.

He needed someone to talk to, right now. Moreover, he needed someone to ask him if he was alright — even if he himself was unsure how to answer it.

“I feel—” Elnor paused, tilting his head slightly as he tried to find the answer. “I feel well, considering. But I also feel like my mind is still trying to catch up with whatever that just happened.”

“Tell me about it”, Hugh said, sighing. “I almost died multiple times in the last few days. At this point, I think some higher power wants me to stay dead.”

Elnor frowned. “I won’t allow that to happen”, he said, determined.

“I know”, Hugh returned. He reached over and held Elnor’s hand. The warmth of his hand was comforting, and Elnor gripped Hugh’s hand just slightly tighter.

“Elnor, I—” Picard’s voice came before the old man walked into the galley, surprisingly spry for someone who was dying. He paused in his track when he saw Elnor and Hugh, and only then Elnor realized that they were still holding hand. “Oh. Hello, Hugh.”

“Hello, Picard”, Hugh returned, as if nothing happened.

“Am I interrupting you?” Picard asked. There was a twinkle in his eyes and Elnor could tell that the old man was amused, among other things.

“No, you’re not”, Elnor replied. “You were looking for me?”

“Ah, yes”, Picard perked up. “I was wondering, after everything, do you want to come with me to Chateau Picard? Of course, I totally understand if you’d rather go with your new xB boyfriend.”

Elnor let out a groan and covered his face with his free hand. “We’re not—”

“Are we—?” Hugh said at the same time. He sounded amused.

“No, no”, Elnor told Picard. “I think you misunderstand.”

“Am I?” Picard asked, that conniving little old man. Elnor hated him just a little bit. Because he was dying, and Elnor, of course, could never hate Picard for long. Even when he left him as a child, he could never resent Picard.

“We haven’t… really put a name to our relationship”, Hugh answered for Elnor, bless his heart. “It’s still very new, and… we haven’t really talked about it.”

“Still, I’m happy for you. For both of you”, Picard said, his smile just a little too bright, and Elnor felt warmth spreading in his stomach.

“Thank you”, Elnor returned.

“Well, if you change your mind, know that my house is always open for you”, Picard told him, before turning to Hugh. “And for you too, old friend.”

“Thanks”, Hugh returned.

Picard patted Hugh on the shoulder, before climbing up the steps and exited the galley, leaving the two of them on their own. Only then Elnor realized that even after all that, they were still holding hands.

“Well, that’s… somewhat more mortifying than I thought it would be”, Elnor said.

“Really?” Hugh snorted. “I’m kind of torn between glad and sad that he didn’t give us some kind of inspirational speech.”

“Me too”, Elnor returned.

#thesadchicken #star trek picard #picard #elnor #hugh #jean-luc picard #elnor/hugh #arkawrites

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arkadraws-moved · 4 years

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WIP WEDNESDAY - 09/16/2020

Aidan should have known that following a mysterious voice in the forest was probably not the best idea. Spirits resided where people were absent, and from his mother’s stories, he knew that he should leave them alone. They only brought troubles, she told him.

However, there was something in the voice that compelled him to come searching for it. Perhaps it was a spirit, after all, but Aidan steeled his resolve and trudged down the stream. It didn’t take him long to find the owner of the voice.

That doesn’t look like a spirit, was Aidan’s first thought.

He was a young Mannain, with hair as dark as the void — a hair color that Aidan had never seen before. He wore deep red vest over his black clothes, with a grey sash tied around his waist. He sat between a boulder and a campfire. When he looked up, there was something in his gaze that made heat creeping up Aidan’s face.

“Oh, hello”, the dark haired Mannain greeted, his voice soft. Yet, Aidan could detect wariness in that friendly voice. “I wasn’t expecting to see another traveler. Unless you’re a bandit — then I will tell you not to bother as I have nothing much for you to rob.”

“I mean you no harm”, Aidan told the stranger, raising his hands in a surrendering gesture. “I just— I heard a beautiful singing voice, and I thought I’d take a look.”

“Oh”, the stranger said, a small smile slowly curled on his lips. “My name is Erik. Come sit with me by the fire. It’s already cold without standing in the river.”

Only then Aidan realized that, indeed, he had been standing in the river. He had to have looked ridiculous.

#wip wednesday #writeblr #queer story #queer #project demetrius #arkawrites

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boldlynyooming · 4 years

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sorry to hear you're self quarantining :( A concept though: Elnor gets sick and although he doesn't lie he does.... hide it. because he hopes Picard will notice and show he cares. Whether Picard does or not is up to you but the rest of the crew do

this took a different turn, and i’m super sorry ajskajdk

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As soon as Elnor woke up for the day, he immediately felt that something was most definitely not right. His head felt too heavy and yet too light at the same time, and his throat felt like he just ate too much candied lehe’jhme — which happened once when he was twelve and was so awful that Elnor swore off from eating them forever.

Carefully, he slid down the bed and took a moment to steady himself as the room spun wildly. Great, he thought. Somehow he had missed the first stage of his illness and only now he recognized the symptoms of the second stage. By his estimation, he would reach the third stage in twelve hours… if he was lucky.

He got dressed up and walked out of the room. A cup of hot tarka would be best to combat the itchiness in his throat, but the ship’s replicator didn’t have Romulan food or drink. He knew — he asked the Emergency Hospitality Hologram about them before, much to his disappointment. But he found out that a lot of Vulcan dishes worked too.

“Vulcan spice tea. Hot”, Elnor managed to croak out, and thankfully, the replicator seemed to recognize his command.

“Oh no, what’s happening to your voice?” he heard a voice. When he turned, a cup of hot Vulcan tea in one hand, he found Raffi approaching him. “Elnor, you don’t look great. Are you sick?”

“Just the flu”, Elnor answered, wincing as he heard his own voice. Gods, he sounded awful.

“Oh, honey”, Raffi cooed. “Come on now, let’s get you to the sickbay.”

“I’m fine”, Elnor croaked out, holding out a hand to stop Raffi. “For now. I want to have some breakfast first.”

“Ah, of course. Now, sit down. You look like you’re about to collapse”, Raffi smiled and made him sit on one of the chairs. “And you’re lucky Auntie Raffi knows the best recipe to beat all kinds of flu.”

That made Elnor perk up. “Is it soup?”

“You bet it’s soup”, Raffi said, before heading toward the replicator.

It didn’t long for her to get back, a bowl of strange dish in her hands, and she presented it to him like some kind of an offering. Elnor stared at it with interest — it certainly looked different than the soup he used to eat when he was sick back in the house of the Qowat Milat. But then again, it was most definitely Earth soup, and Elnor was always eager to try Earth food.

“Cold-busting chicken soup with garlic, ginger, turmeric, and jalapeno. Guaranteed to kick your flu’s ass — combined with the right medications, of course”, she said with a wink. “Go on, try it.”

Elnor didn’t recognize the ingredients Raffi mentioned, but he trusted Raffi that she wouldn’t poison him. Eagerly, he took a spoonful of the soup and tasted it, perking up when he found that it warmed him up from the inside, just like the soup Zani used to make.

“It’s good!” he praised, before taking another spoonful.

“Auntie Raffi’s recipe”, Raffi said, smiling at him.

They chatted a bit as Elnor ate, and Elnor noticed that the gross sticky feeling in his throat was most definitely gone thanks to the hot soup. By the time he was done, he felt more energized compared to when he woke up earlier. Raffi took the empty bowl and spoon and threw it into the recycle chute, before taking Elnor to the sickbay.

“Mild case of common Romulan flu”, the Emergency Medical Hologram said after running a quick test. “Judging from your symptoms, it hasn’t reached the third stage, is it?”

“No, it hasn’t”, Elnor replied.

“Well, I’m still going to give you antitussive and expectorant”, the EMH said. “And you need to stay in the sickbay in case you reach the third stage.”

“I’m sorry”, Raffi interrupted. “May I ask if this… Romulan flu can be transmitted to Humans?”

“Not that I know of”, the EMH said with a reassuring smile. “But you can’t be careful enough. Interspecies transmission is a thing, after all.”

“Ah, okay. Just want to check”, Raffi said, before gently taking Elnor’s hand in hers. “I’ll be around if you need me, okay?”

“Thank you”, Elnor told her, gratified.

With that, she walked away, while the EMH gave Elnor the medicines he needed to take. It didn’t take long until they made him sleepy. He took one of the biobeds and went back to sleep.

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So I also, probably, am shipping a thing. We'll see how the season turns out. But if you're looking for shippy prompts I just think any Narek, as a talshiar agent who lies as easy as he breathes being flustered by Elnor's 'complete candor' open friendliness would be fun. Also think about how protective the others would get if Narek so much as breathed wrong in Elnor's direction.

Elnor couldn’t sleep.

This wasn’t an odd occurrence — back in Vashti, he would stay up late into the night and well into morning just to see the stars sprawling over his head, million little diamonds glittering in the dark night sky. There was a sense of longing, back then, of something he knew he couldn’t reach.

And now he was out in the stars, that sense of longing was still there, at the corner of his mind. It made him feel small and frail — inconsequential, among the celestial bodies so massive his mind couldn’t even begin to comprehend it.

He stared out of the window and watched as stars flew by. The other La Sirena crew had retired for the night, save for the navigational hologram who was piloting the ship to their next destination — Starbase 39-Sierra.

“Can’t sleep?” A voice came from behind and Elnor was suddenly alert. That voice belonged to none other than Narek, who had hitched the ride to escape his wrathful sister for helping Picard, Soji, Hugh, and Elnor escape.

“The night was still young and the terrors had just started. The girl peeked out from the confines of her room and smiled. Even when everyone had left her, the stars never made her feel abandoned”, Elnor recited.

“Was that from something?” Narek asked.

“A Human quote. I suppose I read it somewhere and it got stuck”, Elnor replied, sipping his hot chocolate.

“Hmm”, Narek hummed as he moved toward the replicator and made himself a mug of hot chocolate. Then, he took a seat across to Elnor and slowly sipped his drink.

“You can’t sleep?” Elnor asked Narek, and when Narek didn’t answer, he continued, “Nightmares?”

“Of some sort”, Narek answered, taking a gulp of his drink.

“Bad one?” Elnor asked again.

“You are very nosy, you know that?” Narek asked back.

“Avoidance to answer to my question suggests that you are, in fact, having a particularly bad nightmare”, Elnor pushed on.

“And why does it matter to you?” Narek asked, his tone clearly showed that he was agitated, though Elnor couldn’t understand why..

“Because I care about you”, Elnor replied.

Narek blinked.

“You saved my life, the life of someone important to me, and more”, Elnor continued. “I do not know the other’s opinion of you, but I think you are a good person, deep inside. If I can assist you in any way to repay you, I will do it.”

Narek blinked again, and opened his mouth before closing it.

“Please say something”, Elnor eventually said.

“I just—” Narek paused, clearly at a loss for words. “I knew that the Qowat Milat upholds the Way of Absolute Candor, but wow…”

“What I told you is the truth”, Elnor told Narek.

“I know, I— it’s just—” Narek let out a deep sigh. “Thank you, I suppose.”

“What for?” This time, it was Elnor’s turn to blink in confusion.

“For being brutally honest with me”, Narek said.

Elnor smiled. “Your gratitude is unnecessary”, he said, before adding, “But it is appreciated.”

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the quote elnor recited is by Shruti Karekar

#awitchbravestheverge #star trek #star trek picard #elnor #narek #elnor/narek #arkawrites #yes i know what chocolate does to vulcanoids

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