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moodymelanist · 2 years

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Set My Soul Alight Part Six

Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for the wait -- this chapter was giving me writer’s block in the worst way, so I hope this chapter was worth it. This chapter was originally going to be part of the wedding chapter, but I had to split it because it was getting so long. Hopefully I won’t keep you all waiting too long with the next chapter since it’s mostly already finished, but until then I hope this holds you all over 🧡🧡

Word Count: 7.2kish

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Eris was waiting in their chambers when Nesta returned to the Forest House, noticeably relaxing the moment she let herself fall into his open arms. “How did it go?”

“I broke the mating bond,” she muttered into the side of his neck.

He immediately stiffened and pulled away to study her, his amber eyes wide with surprise. “You did what?”

“I had to,” she replied. She didn’t think he particularly needed an explanation, but she wanted to say the words aloud anyway. “I didn’t want to be tied to him anymore. In any way.”

“Are you alright?” he asked after a moment.

“I think so,” she answered slowly. Her body felt strangely off-kilter, as though she’d been carrying a large weight and was learning to walk without it, but her end of the bond had always been sealed and shut as tight as she could manage. Still, she knew it would take some time getting used to — if not the physical differences, then certainly the emotional ones.

There had been a time just after she’d held the King’s head in her hands when she’d thought perhaps her and Cassian might have been something, but that dream had died a violent death the moment he’d left the battlefield without her. He’d promised her time, but had done nothing but let it waste and wither away as quickly as she had in the aftermath of the War.

Sometimes, she wondered if he would’ve been content to let her disappear altogether.

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youngpettyqueen · 4 months

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do you think Julian and Kira ever talk about what happened in Fascination

#star trek: ds9 #julian bashir #kira nerys #they were making out so hard like they absolutely left bruises around each other's mouths #Kira cant walk by the infirmary for a month because every time she does she Remembers It #Julian won't even look at her for days #because he cannot lie. it was kinda hot #and he knows he has NO shot #do you think Kira's mad because she can tell you Julian's a good kisser #do you think Julian laments about Kira being a good kisser because he's never gonna get to kiss her again #this is not a ship post I just think its fucking hysterical that Fascination had to go with one pair #and it was them #how do you even deal with the aftermath of that #you two are friendly coworkers but also youve made out sloppy style in front of everyone #you speak pretty much solely on a professional basis and also your tongues have been in each other's throats #you just know the next time Kira went to the infirmary it was unbearably awkward

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neuroprincess · 2 months

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☆ STAR TREK MASTERLIST ☆

MAIN MASTERLIST | TAGLIST | open requests

♡ fluff | ☆ smut | ❀ angst

⤷ B'Elanna Torres

To be written...

⤷ Christine Chapel

To be written...

⤷ Deanna Troi

To be written...

⤷ Kathryn Janeway

To be written...

⤷ Kira Nerys

Tequila, Whiskey & Bloodwine ❀♡

⤷ Number One | Una Chin-Riley

To be written...

⤷ Headcanons

To be written...

⤷ Preferences

How you met each other ❀♡

Cooking Together ♡

⤷ Special | Fanfiction

The Tree of Life (J7; f) ❀♡☆

#star trek #b'elanna torres x reader #christine chapel x reader #deanna troi x reader #kathryn janeway x reader #kira nerys x reader #una chin riley x reader #number one x reader #headcanon #one shot #fanfiction #preferences #neuroprincess #J7 #janeway x seven

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neriyon · 2 months

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Not all who wander are lost - Central Shroud

The Mirror Planks │ Bentbranch │ Gabineaux's Bower │ Everschade

"Our first meeting? Hmm... I was called to heal one of the Wood Wailers posted at Galvanth's Spire. Fairly ordinary case - the man had been mildly injured by some pack of critters, and instead of leaving his partner to guard the road alone it was easier to send one of the cojurers to tend to him.

When it was time to head back to the city, both he and his partner kept warning me of some diremites that had been causing trouble on the road near the West Vein. Diremites weren't really that troublesome, but they were pretty insistent, so I promised them I'd take the detour through the Jadeite Thick to ease their worries a bit.

Walk back home was rather uneventful, but closer to the city gates I could hear some faint groans few yalms off the path. Remembering the diremites, I pushed through the bushes to take a look - and found an beaten up elezen man on the ground.

I healed him and kept him company until his legs felt strong enough to carry him back to the city. Not like I could have hauled the man back to city myself... he was almost twice my height, and had a lot stronger build than me. From his training as a lancer, I learned during our chat. Draevoux Chevalier, he introduced himself. A duskwight who, like me, had left his home to study in Gridania. Unlike most elezen, he was happy to chat about pretty much everything - even the thing that led him to get injured so badly.

Drae, as the man had asked me to call him, had been looking for stronger foes to test his lance on. He had started a fight with a treant sapling, apparently not knowing they were pretty strong despite their generally calm behaviour. Not the brightest idea, but I had to commend his bravery."

#ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #neri's screens #not all who wander are lost but i sure as hell am #bit long - sorry about that #okay first things first: second pic is marked as “bentbranch” because that's what the ingame map says when you stand on that rock #but imo it's closer to greentear or even either of the gates #central shroud had so many cool spots i had real hard time choosing only 4 #so i'm making extra post (without lore) with some of the extra shots #also fun fact: the story about treant sapling beating drae up is actually based on in-game events lol #while doing our first guild quests (those lvl5 ones lol) drae's player had this idea of hitting a lvl12 treant #and when they got their ass kicked called me and nana over to help #we barely made it out alive haha i was spamming cure so hard on both of them #anyway drae is a max height white haired male duskwight and nana is around 50% height red haired female wildwood #esp drae is so damn huge haha. hawu'li's face barely reaches his tummy

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bahrmp3 · 1 year

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[id: 14 gifs from season 3, episode 7 “civil defense” from the tv series “star trek: deep space nine”, the gifs show gul dukat, kira nerys, elim garak, julian bashir, jadzia dax in ops in various places.

1st gif: a wide shot showing everyone, gul dukat is attempting to teleport off the station, “i'll be back... in, say, 25 minutes. dukat. one to transport. energize.“ nothing happens, he fails to transport.

2nd gif: close up of gul dukat, “energize.“ he tries to transport off again.

3rd gif: the camera cuts to show everyone minus dukat, a recorded message starts playing, “dukat, if you are seeing this recording,“ everyone turns to watch the screens in front of them as.

4th gif: the camera shows the recorded message playing on screen, it features a seated cardassian, “it means you tried to abandon your post while the station's self-destruct sequence was engaged.”

5th gif: the camera comes back to dukat, “that will not be permitted.“ the recorded message continues. “this is outrageous!” dukat exclaims in shock.

6th gif: the camera cuts to show kira, she looks at dukat then return to continue watching the recorded message. “you have lost control of terok nor,”

7th gif: the camera cuts to garak, his attention is on the screen, “disgracing yourself and cardassia.“

8th gif: the camera returns to the recorded message playing on screen, “your attempt to escape is no doubt a final act of cowardice.”

9th gif: the camera comes back to dukat, he looks shocked as he hears the cardassian relaying, “all fail-safes have been eliminated.“

10th gif: the camera cuts to show kira, she looks up from the screen, to look at dukat “ your personal access codes have been rescinded.”

11th gif: the camera comes back to dukat, he is twiddling his thumbs as he hears the cardassian relaying, “the destruct sequence can no longer be halted.“

12th gif: the camera returns to the recorded message playing on screen, “all you can do now is contemplate the depth of your disgrace,”

13th & 14th gif: a wide shot showing everyone, the recorded message ends with “and try to die like a cardassian.“, everyone turns to look at dukat/end id]

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litnerdwrites · 27 days

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Justice for Nesta recs (AO3)

Most, if not all, of these recs are in the Justice for Nesta/ ACOSF rewrite/fix-it vein. It will be updates as I find more fics, but feel free to send any recs you have.

TRIGGER WARNING! Many of these fics will be very dark, with references to suicide, ptsd, misogyny, and IC BS. However, I'll be sure to add specifics where applicable.

Fics For Those Craving Nesta JusticeI put all the fics I found into one collection on AO3 that, as the title suggests, are for those craving Nesta Justice. Please read the relevant tags for each fic, as many of them contain reference to PTSD, SA (both past referenced and in story), and general IC BS.

I'll also list every fic in this collection bellow, just to keep them all in one place. Feel free to also add your own finds or works if you have any. The collection is open, but moderated.

Those the Stars Cannot Hear by @kataraavatara An ACOSF rewrite where Mor makes good on her threat to leave Nesta in the CON.

Baby, now we got bad blood by Pumpkinspice_Lou They say you should never come between a male and his mate. Rhysand should've known better. Aka Cassian finally choosing Nesta. Completed two-shot.

A Court of Vice and Victors by Wishcamper Acosf rewritten by a therapist. Need I say more? Incomplete.

You Made Her Like That By BookWorm77071 A few days into their Hike from Hell, Nesta is able to form one coherent thought: I don't want to do this anymore. So she stops. Three chapter short story. Completed.

Nesta becomes a baby by Theladyofbloodshed Exactly what the title says. Oneshot.

A Court of Tangled Flames by Theladyofbloodshed A Neris fic where Nesta gets the love story she deserves.

ACOTAR snippet collection by Theladyofbloodshed A collection of Acotar what ifs.

Nesta vs. The Buffer by Theladyofbloodshed After Nesta finally snaps at another 'family' dinner, calling Cassian and Mor out on their shit, she begins to heal and fall in love on her own terms. With a certain shadowsinger. Completed. Nezriel fic. Anti IC but they kind of redeem themselves at the end. Completed.

AU Where We Pretend Acosf Didn't Happen by Theladyofbloodshed An alternative take to ACOSF, starting from post ACOFS. Nesta ends up leaving Velaris, starting herself on a journey of self discovery and healing. TW Beron Vansera, implied/referenced SA, IC being assholes.

Nightmare Dressed Like A Daydream by This_Immortal_Hope Nesta was a wolf. So, much like a wolf, she bided her time, accepting her exile with ice in her and determination in her heart. When she was ready, she tore their Court of Dreams apart with their own hypocrisy. One shot. No ship. Rhysand is thoroughly put in his place. Oneshot.

Second Chances by miryamdev Cassian apologises to Nesta after the HOFAS bonus chapter.

A trick of the light by closet_monster There was nothing condemning about madness or paralyzing fear. Nesta was familiar with both — they seemed to be a recurring theme in both womanhood and life in Hewn. Oneshot. TW Depression, self harm, and implied abuse. Please double check the tags before reading.

Burn for Eternity by rosemai Nesta is defeated and broken down by the words of her sisters and the IC, so she takes matters into her own hands and meets a group on individuals who could give her the help she needs. Incomplete.

Nesta's Truth by grovellingboyfriends After another year of leaving Nesta alone, Cassian finds Nesta in her apartment on Solstice, standing over a dead man. TW for implied SA, parental abuse, Elain is a bitch. 3/5 chapters published as of making this post.

Daylight by Flowerflamestar Nesta Archeron, banished and betrayed, ran from cold and hatred straight into the light of Day and found a place where she could belong. Completed.

Might I Suggest You Don't Fuck With My Sis by MacabreGiggles The intervention rethought, where the Archeron sisters decide to stand up for one another and put the IC in their place. Incomplete.

I died. I will die. It's alright. I don't mind. By MacabreGiggles Nesta resorts to other means to cope, like drugs. Incomplete. TW. Abuse. Alcolism. Suicide. Sexual assault. Drug abuse.

The Veil of Silence by Hrizantemy There exists a veil of silence, it shrouds our voices masking our truths, muffling our cries, our voices are muted, and dreams whispered. Incomplete.

You're a crisis of my faith by porque_nolosdos Nesta and Elain leave the NC, and upon seeing the IC's reaction, Feyre decides to ditch them too. Incomplete.

A thousand cuts by adelindschade It finally clicks for Cassian just how badly Nesta was hurting (it only took three TW suicide TW attempts), so he decides to try thinking of what Nesta would want. This decision leaves a ripple effect that will change the NC as we know it. Incomplete.

The consequences of normality by TheTeaQueen After the events of ACOSF, things seem relatively normal. Until Cassian realises that Nesta doesn't ask for things, or that self hatred still grips her, or the facade she puts on for her family. When she starts cutting back on training and work in the library, he begins to worry. Maybe things aren't as perfect as he thought. Maybe their methods in helping her weren't as effective as he thought. Incomplete.

Three little words by TheTeaQueen Cassian finally says those three little words that Nesta needed to hear. Oneshot.

Like fire, she raged by TheTeaQueen Emerie stands up for Nesta and puts Rhys and Feyre in their place. Completed.

Of Death and Resurrection by TheTeaQueen Part 1 of In the name of healing and happiness. Nesta was ready to die. So to save Feyre and Nyx, she did. Can Rhysand, the only person who can save her, bring her back from the brink? Completed. TW Implied suicide, rape/sa, anti Elain.

Of Shadows and Light by TheTeaQueen Part 2 of In the name of healing and happiness. Technically more of a Gwynriel fic, but does have some Nessian since it follows the aftermath of Of death and Resurrection, only Azriel, Gwyn & Elain are the main focus. Ties up a lose thread or two from part 1, and is 100% Anti Elain. Completed. TW Implied child abuse, implied suicide, torture.

Of Reopened Wounds and Retribution by TheTeaQueen Part 3 of In the name of healing and happiness. A trip to the human lands to discuss the treaty leads Nesta to face Thomas Mandray again. This time, she has family willing to go to hell and back for her. Incomplete. TW Implied rape/sa, panic attack.

Lady Death and Her Kingdom by TheTeaQueen Amren pushes Nesta too far, causing her to awaken a strange new power. TW Implied child abuse. Incomplete.

The Hike, Alternatively by TheTeaQueen An alternative take on The Hike from Hell, where Nesta attempt to TW commit suicide TW, and Cassian realises just how messed up their methods, and the events leading up to the hike are. Written for Suicide prevention month. Completed. TW Self harm, suicide, The Hike.

To Pay a Debt by TheTeaQueen When Nesta sees that Feyre didn't include her in any of the paintings, she does the only thing she can think of; Run. Incomplete. TW, attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts, mentioned sa.

Burning from the Inside out by TheTeaQueen An au where Nesta's secretly lived with Chronic pain her whole life, only for the cauldron and her new powers to exacerbate it. Complete. TW Implied/referenced child abuse, suicidal thoughts, ableism, internalised ableism.

The Whole Truth by TheTeaQueen An alternative take where Nesta's deepest secret comes to light when Elain explodes at the dinner table one night. This forces the IC and her sisters to reevaluate their perception of her. Incomplete. TW: Child abuse, suicidal thoughts/ideation, forced prostitution, sexual assault (underage!!)

Set my Soul Alight by moodymelanist Nesta finds solace in Autumn. No Nessian. Completed. TW Implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced rape, implied/referenced torture.

Falling by becauseofreading Another take on what happens after Cassian tells Nesta that everybody hates her. Incomplete. TW Self harm, suicidal thoughts, blood and injuries.

Destruction and Renewal by Vorbi Nesta is given the opportunity to form new alliances. Initially, she scoffs at the idea, but after a small, final act of disrespect from the IC, she decides to see where this new path leads us. Incomplete. TW Implied/referenced abuse.

No One Likes A Mad Woman by Separatist_Apologist You made her like that. Nesta has had her choices tripped away, so when Eris offers her an out, she takes it. No happy ending for Cassian. The Night Court gets no sympathy. Completed. TW Domestic violence

A Cup of Tea by shaziskhalid After realising that the Cassian of her dreams isn't the Cassian she's mated to, everything changed. (MCU! Wanda, modern Au). Incomplete.

Promise by Daughterofthesea Begins during that scene where Cassian follows Nesta, and ends with him understanding just how much pain she's in, and deciding to actually help her.

Stay here (I love you, but I need another year) by littleplease Nesta is tired, and losing the will to even try. Complete. TW Apathy, depression, vuage suicidal thoughts.

What you did to me (I'll spend my life trying to rise) by filthymouthedslut Nesta is done with the IC's holier-than-thou attitude. No ship. Incomplete (3/4) as of updating this post.

Everybody hates you by Booksandsushi A different take on the time Cassian tells Nesta that Everybody hates her. Incomplete.

Change is good by Booksandsushi Nesta figures her life out on her own. Complete.

Truth of the Heart By TheFreakPanda The months after ACOFAS leave Nesta presented with some new opportunities. Full of therapy and dancing. Completed.

I've Always Liked to Play with Fire by catalyste After her village is destroyed and family killed by Hybern following Feyre's revenge mission, you wake up healed in the NC. After Lucien leaves you there, you find yourself trapped with Nesta Archeron, who turns out to be an unlikely ally. The two of you plan your escape with the help of Eris Vansera. Polly, Neris/reader, with IC bashing, and dragons. Incomplete.

The relapse by Janes_Melodies Something broke in Nesta when she learned about the results of the vote, knowing it was a tie until Feyre. She was trying for her sisters and for Cassian, yet they still think she's cruel enough to create a whole new trove just to kill them all. For the first time in months, she gave into her desires. Incomplete. TW Alcoholism, Implied/referenced self harm, suicidal thoughts.

You're safe now by annieleonhardtsring Rewrite of the scene where Nesta falls down the stairs, and Azriel stands up for her. Complete.

Love her how she should be loved by julemmaes Cassian overhears his family making some not-so-subtle comments about Nesta, and it pushes him over the edge. So he goes to bat for her, blaming his friends for everything wrong with their relationship with his girlfriend. Modern AU completed.

The Nest World - The Next Life by bat_called_phil ACOSF canon divergence fic that starts with the intervention, but diverts when Nesta takes a stand for herself, and Feyre starts holding Rhys accountable. TW Implied/referenced suicide, Implied/referenced abortion.

A Court of Spite and Isolation by xxTAO Nesta choses the human lands, separated from the IC and the distractions from her trauma, she spirals. Incomplete (4/6) TW Suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced alcoholism, Suicide attempt.

Come Home by Rhysanoodle Cassian learns how Nesta's been living since she came to Illyria, and which fears haunt her the most. Complete.

#pro nesta #anti inner circle #anti ic #anti acosf #nesta deserves better #pro nesta archeron #anti rhysand #nesta acotar #anti elain #the archeron sisters deserve better #anti rhys #anti amren #anti cassian #anti feyre #anti mor #anti morrigan #fic rec

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bakumanfaces · 1 month

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Got tagged in this by @haijynks so let's do this thing!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yep! I am a third so after my dad and grandfather. Fun fact my grandfather died when my dad was like 10 so I never got to meet the original.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Last night. Aren't panic attacks the best?👍👍

3. Do you have kids?

HAHAHAHA.....no. Absolutely not.

4. What sport do you play/have played?

In highschool I threw the shot put and discus.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

People will tell you I'm the most serious person you'll ever meet😶

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Probably their eyes.

7. What's your eye color?

Blue

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings.

9. Any talents?

I like to think that I can cook well.

10. Where were you born?

In Plymouth MA

11. What are your hobbies?

Cooking, video games, and reading are the big three right now.

12. Do you have any pets?

Got a corn snake named Miria and she is the sweetest.

13. How tall are you?

5'10"

14. Favorite subject in school?

I loved chemistry. I initially wanted to go to college for chemistry but they didn't accept me into the major. When I got the call I was like "you see that my grades for chemistry are good right?" But alas the rest were... Not.

Sorry something needs to hold my interest for me to learn it😅

15. Dream job?

I don't really have one....I dont dream of work. I thought maybe something in the kitchen but then there's the problem of monetizing something you love then you grow to hate it.

Apparently I gotta tag 15 buuuut I'm not gonna do that so @scarlet-riot @reicchel @a-really-regular-boy @citrusuprising @link-is-a-dilf @minakatana @siren-neris @imaginaryplotdevice

Obviously you don't have to do it if you don't want too.

#ask meme #haven't done one of these in forever

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lorcandidlucienwill · 2 months

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Hi, this is a lot of the stuff I have (completely) written; probably not all of it and I don't feel like searching through to find all of it but I'm trying to be organized be proud of me everyone. I suck at naming shit so I'm just writing the main ship and a general description of what it's about (click on ship name and there's a link attached).

Throne of Glass Elorcan --> Elide brings home a cat, oneshot Elorcan --> Elide gets reading lessons, oneshot Elorcan --> Elide learns to fight, oneshot Lorcan's Backstory (NO ROMANCE) --> his life before the TOG events The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes/The Hunger Games Snowbaird --> What if Lucy hadn't run away into the forest? Coriolanus Snow x OC --> OC goes back in time to try and prevent the second war by ending the hunger games decades earlier. Snowbaird --> Faerie AU, Lucy returns from the forest a decade after she ran away, one shot Coriolanus Snow --> Murderous Coriolanus, post-Tbosas, canon compliant (Part 1) (Part 2) A Court of Thorns and Roses Completed Fics: Tamsand --> What if Tamlin had shapeshifted to take Feyre's place in the bargain in ACOMAF? Neris, Elucien, Feyre x OC --> Has ships but is mainly just Nesta destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing Neris, Elucien --> Has ships but is mainly just Lucien wrecking havoc and destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing Tamlin/Tarquin, Elucien --> Has ships but is mainly just Tamlin destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing Tamlin's Life Story (some angsty Feylin, tragic doomed Tamcien) --> basically I wrote Tamlin into a Greek tragedy. Canon compliant...mostly. Lady of Spring (NO ROMANCE) --> What if Tamlin's mother had left her husband? Exploration of a rejected mating bond. Neris --> After her terrible experience with mating bonds, Nesta is determined to stop her sister's wedding to her mate, Lucien Vanserra. Unfortunately for her, Lucien's brother Eris is equally determined to ensure the wedding happens. Eltamcien --> Super angsty, horny, gorey shit. I will probably never write anything remotely like it again but it's good...if you can handle it. Feytamsand --> What if when Rhys sacrificed his life for the Cauldron, he lost his High Lord powers? (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) One-shot/two-shots:

Elucien --> Lucien meets Elain when she's still human Lucien x Nesta (NOT ROMANTIC), Neris --> Lucien befriends Nesta and introduces Emerie to his mechanic friend Nuan Lucien and Gwyn (NOT ROMANTIC) --> Just Lucien and Gwyn being chaotic and pranking the bats because that's what they deserve That Calanmai scene --> Lucien's POV of his trauma with Ianthe Uncle Eris and Auntie Gwyn (NOT ROMANTIC): Gwyn and Eris babysitting Nyx, two-shot (Part 1) (Part 2) Baby bro Lucien and Big bro Eris --> exactly what it sounds like Elucien --> Elain speaks to Lucien about his scars Elucien --> Elain and Lucien discuss Ianthe Elain and Nesta (sisterly bonding) --> Elain is finally fed up with the Inner Circle. Nessian --> Post Hybern's death, Nesta fulfills a vow she made long ago. Azris --> When Eris caught Azriel snooping (link) When Azriel choked Eris HL meeting (link)

Rhysta —> That scene where Feyre and the IC visit the Archeron house in ACOMAF but with a twist.

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secret-third-thing · 3 months

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Upcoming Writing (February-ish Edition)

February 22: And the Hounds Bayed | (Est. 10-15k)

An indulgent Southern Gothic-ish one-shot about the price one pays for family. Featuring Neris, Nezriel, Azris and some background Elucien cause we love them in this house. Ping/reply/dm me if you want to be on the tag list.

February 28: Ch. 5 of Blood in the Wine

A political intrigue long fic set before Amarantha's rule. It features an Eris x OC romance that's mostly canon compliant. In this chapter, Gianna learns she's going to Autumn. She's not happy. Read from the beginning here.

March 5: Wild Nights - Wild Nights! (Part 2)

In part 1: It was only a kiss. Or was it? In part 2: Morrigan avoids her father in Velaris and Emerie wants to spend time with her favorite Blonde. More than just kisses ensue. Read part 1 here.

And then I'm hoping to finally get caught up on some of the drabble requests languishing in my inbox. 🤡

#neris #nezriel #azris #eris x oc #emorie #elucien #eris vanserra #nesta archeron #azriel #emerie #morrigan acotar #acotar fic #stt writing updates #lucien vanserra #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #azriel acotar #emerie acotar #elain archeron

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unhealthyfanobsession · 3 months

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New Neris and Nessian One-Shot: Lose You to Love Me

I've gotten so many lovely prompts over the last few days and a few of them just melted into this much larger piece that deserved its own separate one-shot outside of the collection. I hope you enjoy Nesta finding herself as much as I did.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53596060

Teaser:

somewhere in the moment that her blade buried nearly to the hilt in a True Immortal, power coursing a singularly connected path between her skin and her sword, in the moment where someone so much more powerful than her had stared at her in abject fear, Nesta found herself again. That tiny spark of righteous indignation and molten rage that she had worn like a second skin her entire life.

Her entire life until After The War.

That was how she had to think of it. In big, capital letters. Perhaps the centuried old warriors that surrounded her found nuance in the exact moments of her personality, but Nesta could only feel, only remember, Before the War and After the War.

And Amren was right. Nothing external would ever help her adjust to the After. No matter how beautiful, how perfect, how idylic and simple, it might be to imagine otherwise. To imagine a male and an exercise regime was her new becoming.

If only life were so simple.

#nesta archeron #neris #nessian #nessian fanfiction #neris fanfiction #eris vanserra #acosf #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames

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praetorqueenreyna · 11 months

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If the fic request are still going I'm sending two feel free to pick. One bed Tamcien or runaway bride Neris. Need the otps being cute

I did Neris, and WOW IT WAS FUN!!! Beware, lots of bat boy bashing ahead!

Stupid. Stupid. You’re a stupid idiot. Nesta berated herself. Her hand was clutched around her third glass of beer. She was pointedly ignoring the fact that everybody was staring at her. Even in this random dive bar in Velaris, everybody recognized Nesta Archeron, Lady Death, sister of the Cursebreaker.

It certainly didn’t help that she was in an elaborate wedding dress with a train that dragged halfway to the door.

She was so fucking stupid. She had known that she didn’t want to marry Cassian. Not now, not ever. The crumbs of kindness he gave her did nothing to fill the empty well of loneliness that was her heart. Did nothing to make up for the fact that he put Rhysand and Azriel and Feyre and fucking Morrigan before her, every time. The sex had been good enough to trick herself into thinking that she could eventually love him. Or that she could make him love her.

It hadn’t been until her own wedding, standing at the back of the aisle, that she had come to accept the truth. She saw Cassian at the end, smug and dominant, his gaze licking lecherously up and down her body. She saw Rhysand and Feyre, Azriel and Elain, also waiting to greet her. The sisters she once would have given her life for, reshaped into shadows of their former selves by their arrogant husbands. That was her future, she realized then and only then. The only way for Cassian to love her would be to destroy herself until she was nothing but a docile pet.

She ran.

Now she sat in a bar, drinking herself into oblivion. She finished her beer and gestured for another one. The bartender frowned, holding out a hand for payment. She hadn’t paid for anything yet, and he was concerned she was going to run out on the tab. Without a second thought, she plucked the comically large diamond ring from her left hand and dropped it on the counter. A new drink appeared in front of her between one blink and the next.

“I told you that you were wasted at the Night Court.” A clear voice spoke from her left. Nesta didn’t have to move her head an inch to know that it was Eris.

“Congratulations, you were right,” she spat with no real venom. The years of self-delusion weighed on her.

The scrape of the barstool against the floor and a whiff of cologne told Nesta that Eris had pulled up a seat next to her. He smelled nice, she thought dispassionately. Like jasmine, and coffee beans. She waited for the taunts and jeers, for his slick tongue to remind her of how foolish she had been.

“I should kill him.”

“What?” Nesta looked over, and to her surprise Eris wasn’t languidly leaning on the bartop, smirking. His shoulders were hunched, his entire body tense. Without needing to be asked, the bartender slid a shot of a bright green liquid to him. The scent of it was enough to make Nesta’s eyes water, but Eris swallowed the whole thing without a grimace.

“I should kill him. For what he’s done to you.”

“What are you even doing here?” His words made no sense. Nobody was ever punished for what they did to her.

“I was at the wedding.” At Nesta’s shocked expression, his mouth curled up into a grin. “You didn’t know?”

“No.”

Eris shrugged. “I’m guessing Rhysand wanted me there as a political maneuver. Or Cassian wanted me there to gloat.”

“So why did you come?”

“To see if you were really stupid enough to marry him.”

“I’m not in the mood for whatever this is.” Nesta stood up to leave, but Eris stopped her. If he had grabbed her forearm, the way that Cassian always did, she would have shaken him off. But his hand wrapped around her fingers, holding them just tight enough for her to sense his urgency, but not so tight she couldn’t pull herself away.

“You deserve better than him. Not because of his heritage, but because he’s a brute who needed to control you. He wanted you to be his, when any male with half a brain would be bowing at your feet in gratitude to be considered yours.”

Nesta could only stare in shocked silence. The way that Eris fumbled his words betrayed that speaking like this was new to him. Embarrassed, he let go of her hand. “Anyway…I’ll leave you to your newly single life.”

“Wait!” This time it was Nesta who stopped him. He turned back, some unnamed emotion that might have been hope glimmering in his eyes. “Can you stay? Drinking alone is bad enough. Drinking alone in a wedding dress is worse.”

“Yes.” He sat back down, close enough that Nesta could feel the heat of his body through the satin gown. “I’ll stay.”

#acotar #nesta archeron #eris vanserra #neris #nesta/eris #acotar bingo #IN CASE YALL CAN'T TELL I'M NOT DOING THESE IN ORDER #or at least not the order I received them lmao #ANYWAY I hate cassian and eris is a smooth mf #eris said 'I want that crazy bitch to be my wife'#and he was RIGHT

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moodymelanist · 2 years

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Set My Soul Alight Part Five

Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for the wait -- I got COVID, finished finals, and had a bunch of other stuff going on, so I hope this chapter was worth it. 🧡🧡

Word Count: 8.5kish

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Beron and Solenne had arranged a dinner celebrating Nesta’s arrival, and she hadn’t been properly prepared for just how many people apparently wanted to welcome her to Autumn as she’d gotten ready for the evening.

“My mother was… excited,” Eris attempted to explain, grimacing as he saw just how many guests had assembled in one of the Forest House’s many feasting rooms. He’d swapped out his jacket for an ornately decorated emerald tunic to better match the evening gown Nesta had changed into, and he fiddled with the bottom of it as they hid in one of the corners of the room. “She failed to mention inviting so many guests.”

“It’s not everyday your eldest son brings someone like me back home,” Nesta teased. She took his arm and gently squeezed to ground them both. “As long as you don’t abandon me, I think I’ll be alright.”

“Abandoning you would be like cutting off my left arm, my love,” he replied. She rolled her eyes and prepared herself for more poetic words about his feelings for her. “How could I leave my lady to suffer alone?

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Inquisition, but with added angst...

What if Sloan's objective in Inquisition wasn't to recruit Julian, but to break him so he'd sign away his rights and let himself be incarcerated. For the protection of the Federation of course.

And what could break our doctor more than believing he's responsible for killing one of his friends...?

Julian woke up in a cell so small that even sitting up, he didn’t quite fit on the bench. The Defiant’s brig. They must have rescued him from Weyoun… and then put him here? He struggled to put his last few flashes of memory together; the Vorta had tried to convince him he was a spy, which had made him realised that it was Sloan who was the real traitor. Then Jadzia, Kira and Worf had beamed in, and he’d gone to grab the Cardassian’s weapon and then… nothing. Until waking up here. He guessed he must have hit his head, or been shot, or something – but there was no lingering pain anywhere, no indication of what might have caused his unconsciousness.

It didn’t really matter. The important thing was to tell Captain Sisko as soon as possible about what had happened – that Sloan could not be trusted. Julian was well aware of how this must have looked to his captain, but Sisko was fair; he knew he would be heard out.

Someone was standing on guard, but had placed themselves just to the side of the forcefield, so it impossible for Julian to make out anything more about them than their presence. “Can you tell Captain Sisko I’m awake? Please. I need to speak to him,” he asked whoever it was.

They didn’t respond. Automatically, Julian rapped on the forcefield with his fists – and then pulled them away quickly with a stifled cry, rubbing them where they’d been stung. The forcefield shimmered and stuttered for a few seconds, but the guard either had not noticed, or did not care.

“Hello? Please, it’s really important that Captain Sisko hears this,” Julian tried again, loud and demanding. He needed to relay what he had learnt, and he allowed his righteous anger to seep into his words. “I am still his Chief Medical Officer, you have no right—”

He stopped, hearing the crewman activate their combadge. “Kira to Sisko,” she said. “He’s woken up.”

In the brief silence that followed, Julian’s mind raced. It was Kira? And she was just ignoring him? He really had thought that his friends, at least, would know he’d never betray them, even if Sisko had to weigh up all the options as captain. Did his situation look that suspicious?

Sisko’s voice filtered back through the badge. “I’ll speak to him after,” the captain said. Julian could hear the frown in his voice, and shivered at the coldness of it. “I’m needed here. Tell him whatever you think is necessary. Sisko out.”

“Nerys, you need to listen to me—” Julian stopped as she swung round to meet his gaze. Kira was smiling, but there was no warmth to it. Her eyes were alight with anger, and Julian stepped back in alarm.

“I need to listen to you?” Kira said, lips curling in disdain. “Doctor, I’m really not sure that I’d believe anything you’d say right now, so don’t waste your breath.”

Julian looked at her in astonishment. “Kira, I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m innocent!” he exclaimed. “You can’t just– I’ve been framed, Sloan’s the traitor, he’s working with them…”

Some sort of half-laugh broke out of Kira, and she spat on the ground in front of his cell. “Was it Sloan who shot Jadzia, Julian? Do remind me.”

Julian faltered for a moment, struggling to comprehend what Kira had said. “Jadzia was shot?” he replied, heart pounding, stumbling over his words. “Is she alright? I should be in the Medbay, with her – why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because youshot her, Doctor!” Kira said incredulously, as though it was a fact, and not some insane accusation. “Stop pretending you don’t know that you’re the reason she’s probably going to—” She broke off, punching the wall next to her in frustration. “Dammit, Nerys,” she whispered, low enough that Julian was sure he wasn’t meant to hear. “Don’t cry yet.” Turning away from him, she returned to where she’d previously been stood, out of Julian’s sight.

Terror flooded him. “Kira,” he said urgently, moving as close as he could to the forcefield. “Kira, please. Tell me Jadzia’s alright.”

“You shot her in the stomach, Julian,” came the quiet response. “A perfect shot, you got Dax, too. No, she’s not “alright”. You made sure of that.”

Julian couldn’t breathe. He stumbled back, legs bumping into the bench behind him, causing him to fall onto it. This was a nightmare, Jadzia couldn’t be dying, this couldn’t be happening.

Except it was.

“I-- I didn’t do it, Kira,” he said, desperately. “I don’t know what you saw, but I didn’t—you know I’d never hurt her—I didn’t shoot her, Nerys, I couldn’t, I didn’t.” Surely, surely, even if part of him was working for the Dominion, that was still true. He was a doctor, he was Jadzia’s friend, he didn’t go around murdering people.

Kira had snatched up a PADD from the monitoring station, and released the forcefield for a few seconds to shove it into Julian’s hands. It was displaying the security feed for the Medbay, and Julian could see Jadzia lying on a biobed: Worf was holding her hands on one side, Sisko stood rigid on the other.

“I wish I could believe you,” Kira said. “But I saw you tackle that Cardassian for his phaser; I saw you aim at Jadzia and I watched as you fired. Then Worf launched himself at you, tackled you to the ground, and we got out of there. There’s no uncertainty here, Julian. The person we put behind that forcefield is the same person who shot Jadzia.”

“Me,” whispered Julian. It still didn’t make sense, he still couldn’t remember anything; it was impossible to believe that he’d been broken, that he was suffering from “engrammatic dissociation”, that any of this was real. He’d been so certain that Sloan and Weyoun had been working together in some grand scheme against him.

But maybe the simpler explanation was true. He was a traitor.

His hands were shaking – no, his whole body was shaking – and his breaths were coming in short, sharp pants, faster and faster. “I-- I don’t remember,” he said, aching to be believed in this, at least. “I really don’t remember. Please, Major. I didn’t know. I didn’t, I—I swear…” He was clutching at the PADD as though it was a lifeline, although he could barely make out the figures on the screen, no matter how many tears he blinked away.

“I can’t do this,” he heard Kira say, followed by the tap of her combadge again. “Kira to Security. I need someone – no, two people – down at the brig.”

He didn’t bother trying to speak to her again as they waited for security to relieve her. What would be the point? Instead, he let the cell around him grow blurry and floaty and distant, trying to get as far away from his own thoughts as he could. But it didn’t take long for his new guards to arrive, and the sound of footsteps and voices brought him back to himself.

He had expected Kira to leave without another word to him, but as she neared the door, she turned back, looking at him fiercely.

“I should have listened when Starfleet told us you were dangerous,” she said bitterly. “If you’d been locked away a year ago…” Leaving the thought hanging there, she shook her head, and made her exit.

Julian could fill in the blanks. If I’d been locked away a year ago, Jadzia wouldn’t be dying. If I hadn’t fought so hard against Sloan, I wouldn’t have shot her. If I hadn’t been so arrogant, thinking I was the exception, a “good” augment, thinking that I could never be turned—

A faint, deep yell came through the corridors, and Julian’s eyes snapped to the PADD. Sisko was now holding Jadzia’s hand, his head bent low, whereas Worf was standing up, head thrown back as he bellowed to the heavens. The PADD dropped from Julian’s hands as he fell to his knees on the floor. His head knocked against the forcefield as he went down, but he didn’t care. No physical discomfort could ever compete with the hollow emptiness that consumed him in that instant, and he was lost to despair.

(Having said I wouldn't start working on anything that wasn't my Miles-keeps-dying fic [and yes, okay, I do love making Julian watch his friends die, shhh], I haven't been able to stop thinking about this since chatting with @fuzzyhairedfreak the other day - it's not quite what I had in mind then, but I blame your post for setting the brainworms in motion :P it's been very fun to write though, so thanks!)

#Julian Bashir #Julian Bashir needs a hug #DS9: Inquisition #Sloan hasn't turned up yet but he sure will if I continue this #Oh gosh am I really going to write all this?#genetically enhanced julian bashir #Also I was really trying to get my Kira characterisation right and fretting a little over it #and then 3/4 way through realised she's a hologram #It's not actually /her/#Which is a shame because I love her #I look forward to her being real again #Dax too #Oh gosh I am actually going to write this aren't I?#WSB

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neuroprincess · 5 months

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Tequila, Whiskey & Bloodwine - Kira Nerys/Reader

Major Kira Nerys/Lieutenant Female Reader

Summary: After a drunken night with her best friend, Kira has to face her feelings for Y/N or do the easiest thing, run away.

Classification: Light angst, fluff

Warnings: Alcohol consumption

Word count: +2000

Unrevised

"One, two, three, now!" Kira shouts over another shot of aldebaran whiskey, laughing at her friend's expression as she does the same, totally unaccustomed to the taste.

"Damn, that's really good, but strong." Y/N mutters, lips becoming numb "It probably wasn't a good idea to drink tequila earlier."

"Maybe not at all, however, I think your alcohol tolerance is low." the brunette places the glass on the counter and watches the surroundings, there's still a big commotion at Quark's.

"Or your tolerance is high, darling." she defends, feigning indignation at the accusation "Nerys..." then calls her by given name, something unusual.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Have you ever tried a Kiss On The Lips?" she asks, approaching slowly, the woman blushes and just nods negatively "Do you want to try mine?"

And everything after that becomes a blur, a fog in the memory.

If there was a sunny morning with rays and heat beating against their faces through the window, it would certainly bother them. The bajoran moans and tries to move her arm without success, a weight limiting any movement, it's warm, soft and smells incredible, intoxicating all her senses. She smiles holding onto it and hugging the body, feeling every part and curve against her. Strands sweep across her face, the scent intensifies and without even realizing it she inhales, searching for more, lips ajar brushing across soft skin, closing to plant a kiss on the place.

"That tickles." a familiar voice whispers and she jumps out of bed recognizing who it is.

"Y/N?! What the hell are you doing here?" Kira rubs her eyes and analyzes the situation "And half naked?"

"Good morning to you too." she gets up, putting a hand to the temple feeling a twinge, surely just the beginnings of an annoying headache "And we're not much different."

Nerys gasps as she looks down and finds that they're in the same position, wearing only panties and bra, immediately trying to cover herself with both hands. They stare at each other for a millisecond before she runs to the bathroom, anticipating the shame consuming and her cheeks starting to blush. Finally alone, starts freaking out, a dozen scenarios running through her head, no matter how hard she tries to search in the back of mind for some memory or what happened, how the two of them ended up in this situation, nothing comes up except shots of different drinks and a short talk until everything goes dark. A talk that makes her blush even more, a heat rising up her neck and making sweat out of nervousness. It was the lieutenant who started with a double meaning, she doesn't remember if they continued or what it led to, her body is strangely sore and there's a bruise between neck and collarbone.

"Rys!" the younger calls from the other room, the nickname making her blood run cold "I can't find my clothes, can I borrow some of yours?"

"Sure, sure, I'll... I'll take a shower, you can go ahead and meet me for breakfast."

A few minutes later, she heard the bedroom door close and let out the breath that she didn't even know was holding, the nausea hitting hard, the rest of the drink still in mouth and an imminent headache, announced by a familiar pressure. Despite her age, she had been deprived of a few luxuries as a refugee and later as a resistance combatant. There were few opportunities for her to sit down and just enjoy a social occasion, to indulge a little in alcohol, to experience the normality she had been denied. Even so, it doesn't seem right. Then questions arise, the fear of having done something while out of her mind and someone from the militia or starfleet having witnessed it, or, the biggest question, having slept with her best friend and, worst of all, not remembering it, any of the details or the circumstances. The possibilities consume her as she walks to Quark's and instantly regrets having arranged to meet Y/N for the meal, frightened by the mere sight of her. Wearing her clothes. Earthy tones in loose fabrics contrasting with skin, slightly messy hair and a very cute sleepy face that makes the heart melt as she watches her sip a raktajino, soft lips catching her eyes more than she would admit. She knows she should join her friend, ignore all fears and spend a pleasant morning off, but she can't, it seems impossible. Thinking, hoping, that hasn't been seen, she turns around and runs back to her quarters, unable to face the girl. And, like an embarrassed teenager, runs away from her for the rest of the day with a dozen lame excuses, forgetting that they will have to work together the next day.

"Y/L/N, go with Major Kira to the docking bays, a klingon ship has been rescued near the station, leaving from here, and needs immediate repairs." O'Brien orders, stepping up onto his platform, and smiles at his pupil's sudden animation, he'd noticed how downcast she'd been since the start of the shift "Is that okay for you, Kira?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" the Bajoran retorts immediately, a little rougher than expected, without turning in their direction "Let's go before we get some impatient big guys."

The path is tortuously silent, unlike the way the pair are in everyday life, always cheerful with casual chats and sneaking around the station corridors when they're not sharing a meal. Y/N opens her mouth a few times, trying to start a conversation, but is always interrupted by some guidance, finally giving up when she realizes the indifference of her usually warm friend.

"Kira?" she calls, a door behind access to the docking bay "Why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not avoiding you, Lieutenant."

"Well, you didn't even say good morning to me and seem to be purposely distancing yourself." her words are almost painful, the weight of the day finally affecting "I saw you leave yesterday and, after that, you avoided me at all costs. Did I offend you in any way? If it's the clothes or that night..."

"It's nothing, Y/N."

"So what is it?"

About to answer, she is interrupted by the passage being opened and Odo appears accompanied by three klingons, well-known merchant brothers from the House of Ral'kur, specializing in the trade of exotic and rare materials, who were passing through the station. The tallest and eldest of them, Jarnok, takes two steps forward, bowing slightly as a sign of respect to the major, who is confused and doesn't know why or how to react, she looks at both friends for answers and they giggle.

"Qapla, it's good to see you again, Kira Nerys. You've proved yourself to be a formidable woman and worthy of my respect and admiration." he compliments, standing up straight again.

"Do we know each other?" the brunette asked, squinting her eyes, scanning back through memories in search of something, they had never even spoken.

"She's humorous." Draxan, another Klingon, laughs and slaps his brother on the shoulder "No need to be modest, it's not every day that someone manages to defeat Jarnok in a hand-to-hand duel."

"I think we better start repairs so you can get back on route as soon as possible." Odo intervenes and directs them to the other side to check the outside of the ship.

Taking a minute to assimilate what she's just heard, Kira can't believe she's got it right.

"Did he really say that or is my brain playing tricks?" she asks when they are finally alone, inside the ship's facilities, and begins to get nervous, a little irritated, sounds like a joke "How did I duel with a fucking Klingon?"

"Well, it was kind of my fault." Y/N tries to explain, without knowing exactly how "I lost a lot playing strip poker, some of them stared at me, you got angry and thought it was clever to duel with one of them to defend my honor."

"You? Me? Wait, you were half naked at Quark's?" jealousy burns in the pit of her stomach and she's livid just imagining such a scene, that others have had the privilege of seeing the same thing she saw the morning before "That's crazy, not in a good way. We'll never go there again, those Ferengi..."

"What about my breakfast?"

"I'll make it for you, we're just not there anytime soon." she replies quickly "Now, how did I win the duel? It's fucking impossible."

"It was probably the effect of the bloodwine. That was kind of my fault too." the lieutenant mutters embarrassed "We bet."

"That I would drink?"

"That we would both drink, but you were right, I'm weak on alcohol." the younger concludes, ashamed, the memories of that night popping into head and making her blush "I have to say, you looked really hot knocking Jarnok to the ground with just one blow."

"With just one blow?"

"Quick and accurate."

"It explains my sore body. And the bruise on my neck."

"That was me too." Kira freezes and swallows dry with fear at this affirmation "We fell on the turbolift and I accidentally elbowed you."

"Oh, for a moment I thought..."

"That we had slept together.. Is that why you've been avoiding me?" everything starts to click into place and she gasps, feeling the tears choking, the behavior being a clear response to how she feels about this and them "Nothing happened, don't worry, even drunk I know and respect boundarie and limits." she spits, feeling the bitterness of each word like a poison on the tip of tongue "I'll check the control panels, Major."

She barely manages to take two steps only to be held by defined arms and whirled around so that they continue face to face, the brown eyes staring at her with intensity, there is sweetness which she recognizes, but sweetness mixed with pure fervor, unspoken passion, red lips tingle with proximity and the two stare at each other without words, just keeping the small details of seconds that feel like eternity. Y/N focuses on the firm grip, fingers caressing her over the fabric of the uniform, always amazed at the tenderness to be found behind the wall of hardness that Nerys builds around herself. Her heart beats faster, almost leaping out of the chest, and she can barely control her breathing, air being stolen from lungs as they are inches apart.

"Rys..." the name pronounced in a whisper breaks the comfortable silence.

The bajoran smiles at hearing her name and wanders a hand up to the other woman's neck, with a gentle touch pulls her to herself and, without warning, their lips meet. It's exploratory, gentle and passionate, leaving a trail of repressed desire and hidden emotions. Suddenly time is suspended, just for them, so surrendered that everything disappears for a single moment. The drunken night, the worries, the momentary pain of being away, the uncertainties and insecurities that haunted them, all dissolve the moment the kiss intensifies. In human terms, everything is thrown out of the window, nothing else matters.

Kira reaches for the girl's waist and pulls her even closer, deepening the kiss, intensifying the touch and shouting how much she wants, no, desperately needs this. She feels in paradise, until her brain demands oxygen and realizes she's very alive.

"So... you're not mad at me?" is the first thing running through Y/N's mind as soon as they separate, mouths brushing lightly "I..."

"Sweetie, I was never mad at you, in fact I was mad at myself, the idea of having loved you in my arms and not even remembering it was too much for me. Shame, anger, maybe sadness." the brunette confesses, letting a bundle of vulnerability shine through "And fear. Fear that you don't reciprocate my deepest feelings or are just looking for fun."

"Sometimes you can be really blind, Rys. Everyone knows that I'm hopelessly and madly in love with you."

This leaves Nerys speechless, stunned, ecstatic, joy crossing every neuron and fiber of her being at the revelation. She can't find the words, doesn't need to. In the next second, their lips are together again in an eloquent kiss full of everything they can't say, the kind that are enough when there are no beautiful words to explain the most intense things. However, this lasts less than the one before, because they separate when the klingons heavy footsteps are heard walking towards them.

"Well, Lieutenant, in my quarters after shift?"

"First date?"

"Of course!"

Yes, I'm back… with new obsessions.

#kira nerys x reader #kira nerys #star trek #star trek deep space nine #ds9 #fanfiction #imagine #one shot #star trek x reader

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