#amya posts | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

tar-maitime · 1 month

Text

bring myself to hold you

Rating: G Characters: Maedhros | Maitimo, Maglor | Makalaure, Elrond, Elros Relationships: Maedhros & Maglor, Maedhros & Elrond & Elros Additional: post-Sirion, questionable adoption, slowly becoming a family WC: 1k

“What’s the Quenya word for ‘mother’?” Elrond asks.

The question is a little out of nowhere, but ever since Maglor started with his insistence on teaching the twins Quenya, one or another of them will pipe up with a random vocabulary question at odd times. Maedhros shrugs, and tries to not let the mental image of Elwing falling with the Silmaril clutched to her heart take over.

“There are several,” she says, not looking up from the maintenance she’s doing on a pair of daggers. “Ontaril is perhaps the most technical of them - it only means ‘she who begets’. The most commonly used is amil, although there are several variations on that, as well as a couple of...warmer diminutives - ammë and amya.”

Elrond nods, looking serious, thanks her, and goes his way.

Maedhros doesn’t really think about it afterward. Even if it’s been pretty much assumed that they’re keeping the twins indefinitely ever since the new star rose, she doesn’t like to let them occupy too much of her thoughts. She helps Maglor with them as needed - probably everyone who’s left has at some time or another - but she won’t play along with his fantasies of parenthood, won’t get too comfortable. If Maglor can fool himself into thinking he’s unmonstrous enough to raise children, good for him, but she can’t.

“Really, Nelyë? I know you weren’t like this with Gil-galad,” he’d said to her once, early on.

She’d stiffened at the mention of her no-longer-son. “That was entirely different,” she’d said shortly. “I was not responsible for his first home’s destruction. And even he wants nothing to do with me now.”

And there is, after all, plenty to concern herself with besides the idle questions of children, if they want to keep on surviving here in this poorly-manned fortress in the midst of the wild, so she’s almost entirely forgotten the conversation a few days later, when Elrond says casually over supper, “Ammë, would you pass the bread?”

At first, Maedhros ignores him entirely - it’s been decades since ammë meant her. When he nudges her and repeats, “Ammë?”, it finally dawns on her who he’s talking to.

She continues to not look directly at him. “I don’t know who you mean,” she says evenly. “No one’s mother is here. Yours is...in the West.”

“Naneth is in the West,” Elrond agrees. “You’re here, though. Do...do you not want us to call you that?”

“I told you she wouldn’t,” Elros mutters from the other side of the table.

“It was worth a try!” Elrond retorts, with a brief glance at Maglor, whom Maedhros has been trying not to notice gaining the title of Atya occasionally from the twins. Maglor, for his part, is a study in neutrality, although she knows him well enough to see the hope seeping through the cracks.

“If you insist on giving me some kind of familial title,” she manages, “I would have thought you would try atarnésa.” ‘Aunt’ is still not something she thinks anyone ought to call a kinslaying kidnapper, but it would make more sense if they insisted on calling Maglor a father.

Elros shrugs. “We’ve never had an aunt, so we don’t know what it’s like,” he says. “And you - you’re like Naneth.”

Aside from them both being female, Maedhros cannot think of anyone else she would be less likely to be compared to.

Elrond seems to sense his brother’s floundering and picks up the thread. “You’re busy a lot, and you’re always working to make sure everyone stays safe and has enough. You don’t like to stop and rest in case somebody thinks you’re broken, but you will if it’s to spend time with us. That’s how it was with Naneth, too.”

Maedhros is unable to speak for a moment, and when the ability returns, she rasps, “I drove your mother off a cliff. I was part of the reason she was hurt like she was.” She doesn’t usually lay it out that baldly for them, but there doesn’t seem to be anything else for it.

“We know,” Elros says, not casually, but calmly. He shouldn’t know how to sound like that at his age. Just one more thing she’s broken. “It’s...marred. So is everything. But we’re all here now, and it would only make things worse to hate each other, so we might as well try the other thing.”

“We don’t have to call you Ammë if you don’t want it,” Elrond says quietly. “I just thought it might be nice to try.”

Maedhros is silent for a few long seconds. She’s not sure how to explain that Ammë isn’t supposed to mean her, Ammë is supposed to mean strong, gentle, chisel-callused hands and a warm smile and the smell of clay and dust and someone who can comfort and fix things. The name had only barely started to sit right with her when she had to send Gil-galad away, and now it chafes against the sticky new blood on her hands.

But the twins seem to think it would make them happy, to call her this, and doesn’t she owe them that, after everything? She took away their real mother; she can deal with them using her as a substitute, wrong as it is, if they consider it some kind of restitution.

“It’s all right,” she finally says. “You can call me that if you want to. Whatever you like.”

The children’s eyes go wide with delight, and a hopeful smile slips onto Maglor’s face.

#silmarillion #maedhros #maglor #elrond #elros #kidnap fam #feat. quenya education #soft despite maedhros' best efforts #roots compliant

44 notes · View notes

jdotsodomite · 7 months

Text

amya my beloved tumblr isnt letting me send u messages do u hear me posting @ u :(

#jaime no

12 notes · View notes

mxwhore · 11 months

Note

you are literally also so talented stop. i also love your amyas art. baby related content (and especially for jonmartin) doesnt normally hold much interest for me (nothing against it just not usually my thing) but yours is actually god tier.

THANK YOU god i knooow 'and then they had a baby" post canon content can get annoying at best and uncanny at worst so i try to put extra care and thought into their little family.. this is so validating actually

#my lil guy was born just to be loved in every universe... ♡#so meta #(gunshot)#tessa answers!#i just finished a sketch of em..

13 notes · View notes

randomscropio · 1 year

Text

Lemur

Lemur has a crush on Swan (who will be in the next post) and doesn't know how to tell them. I don't want to spoil it so just wait I'll make a comic about it ;). But I will tell you that they are Amya's adult friend.

#lemur #wings of fire #rainwing #oc

3 notes · View notes

multivrses · 2 years

Text

@multivrses just posted! | information center

welcome to our blog! this is a shared account consisting of seven lovely people! each of us will be writing for different fandom(s)! we’re also open for requests so don’t be afraid to ask.

members/fandoms ♥︎

amya - blue lock

mina - arcane/st

yas - dc/marvel

kei - genshin imp

thalia - dgrnp/st

sahana - orv/tgm

azure - dmn slayer

fandom masterlists! ♥︎

general masterlist — click me!

see ya!

7 notes · View notes

themarcspector-hasmovedblogs · 1 year

Text

prompt: send me ‘👀’ for something my muse has said about yours to someone else / when they’re not around | dia & sg!tv for: @moonsaintsverse: of gods and monsters notes: journalist!cloud, and not an art hoe cloud, goes on a blind date and her sister wants to know the details. thing is...she's still processing things. date was...different. i did not reread this btw. i am doing drabbles for nano and just posting stuff. so.....✌️♥️ we don't proof read here.

When Cloud walks through the doors of her sister Amya’s home, Amya’s arms are crossed and she’s shaking her head with a smirk on her face, which manages to make Cloud roll her eyes. Cloud looks like she’s gone through a walk of shame, because some of the buttons on her blouse are broken when they weren’t before and her hair is unruly and her makeup is, well, everywhere. Plus her heels are in her hand when she walks through the door and she looks like she's buzzing from adrenaline.

And though Cloud would typically high five her sister after a good night out where she got laid after a great blind date with an attractive person, that’s not what happened at all. She did not get laid, and her date night was more confusing than anything else.

Last night she went on a date with a guy her sister had set her up with and the two of them had gotten along pretty well, up until trouble followed and made the date a whole lot more than your typical wine and salad that ended with a make out session.

No – this night out, hadn’t even ended in trouble due to her own bullshit, it had ended that way due to his. Apparently, ‘trouble’ was this guy’s last name. Sweet, overly honest, wikipedia smart Steven, had people after him that caused even her to question things. Because, well, they weren’t uhm – human, or even just superhuman or mutant.

Whoever was after him were Other.

Which, you know, should have caused her to jolt the fuck out of any future date that could ever occur between them. And the fact that she was so chill about it probably made her seem suspicious enough for him not to call her – and he hadn’t since she’d left – but she thought it was interesting enough that, when her sister cleared her throat and had her hands out and asked, “So – how was the date?” Cloud couldn’t help but to smirk and shrug a bit half-shrug, before placing her heels near the door.

“It was fun, I think I’ll call him in a bit. See if he’d want to have another date sometime soon. I really liked him,” even though there was more to it than that and more than one person on their date technically, when things began to go to the fuckening. Though that person wasn't technically her date. And the whole thing was a bit confusing, despite her own knowledge on these things. “He likes old things like I do. Talks a lot though. But he’s honest like you said and kind…Thing is, there’s more to him than meets the eye and I like that, too.” Amya leaned forward, rested her head in her chin. “That’s the first time you’ve enjoyed a date in a while. That good in bed huh?”

Cloud rolled her eyes. “I don’t kiss and tell, you know that,” she lied.

Amya rolled her eyes, “Boo.”

Which made Cloud laugh. “No, no – we didn’t do anything. We just, like, had a good time. And you know me, always falling on my ass and injuring myself somehow. Fucked up my outfit. But it’s all fine. He doesn't mind the fact that I almost ended up in the emergency for having fun.” Another lie, despite Amya knowing some of the Delphine stuff she does not know all, so there’s not much else to go into. “Nice guy, you had a blast, and you didn’t even bone – a waste.” Amya teased, sitting back. “Just when I thought I knew you, I was wrong.”

Cloud laughed at her sister again. “Amya, please. It was a first date.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like you haven’t fu–”

Before Amya can say anything else, there’s a knock on the door, and when Cloud goes to open it, there’s no one there. “Weird,” she said.

“Actually no, you’re doing that thing you do. Where you think you hear something but –”

“I don’t,” Cloud finished for her.

Amya nodded. “Go rest. Go dream about your date that you didn’t get to bone, because you don’t live life as adventurously as I thought.”

Cloud shook her head, ran her hand down her face. It had been a long night, and her sister had somehow managed to make it a good day. But Amya, more than anyone knew it was true, she needed to go to bed. Thing was, Cloud wasn't exactly sure she could sleep. There was too much on her mind. Too much that didn't make any sense.

#noswrittenworks #annie: claudia x sg #multi: of gods and monsters #multi drabbles: of gods and monsters #screams idk this is bad but this is just her thots when they first meet that it's a good date and that she's very confused #also it's always funny to me that dia2 is like.....OH MONSTERS AND SHIT IVE FOUGHT THEM #and dia1 is like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK lol #dia2 the assassin bad bissshhhhhhhhhh who is like (there is blood in my mouth wuw humanity is blood i guess?)#and dia1 is like (there is blood in my mouth.....as a journalist i'm gonna spit that shit up rn now .....and then write more about it)#lol i love da bish

3 notes · View notes

heartfullofleeches · 11 months

Note

got a question I can’t seem to find the exact post but if my memory serves right a part said that Amyas and C.C are one in the same. Was that meant as a concept or is this lore like they were once were one being then separated someway. Or maybe something else?

Haha yes and no. Majority of my characters here exist elsewhere in my brain for future projects I want to do. In canon CeeCee is an angel god and a mix of Amyas' softness and C.C's.... everything. He was quiet and shy until being kidnapped by demons and taken to a place where Gods are allowed to chill and latter became a d.j at that same venue. I had plans to do some pixie hollow shit where if a demon is created so is an angel and vise versa but with Orion's bajillion demon babies that would be a nightmare

25 notes · View notes

xoxoamyas · 2 months

Text

making a post to say that anything having to do with wilbur will be on hold.

at some point, i may reconsider making writings for his characters over the years or for personally made au's. but as of right now, the content i've already made of his will be the only content on this account.

i'll continue to write for other creators as well as other series (which might be expanded upon soon here).

i'm trying my best to stay up to date with everything, but i've my own stuff happening as of late. all in all, i will say that i'm standing with shelby for this and that she has all my support.

please take the time to care for and support not only others but also yourselves.

#amyas bullshit #serious post #discourse

5 notes · View notes

tystars · 3 months

Text

AMYAS TAGLIST .ᐟ

— ʚ ✮ ɞ 𝗔𝗠𝗬𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗘 ; things that fit my aesthetic / personality.

⨳ puffy puffy puffballs ; shit post, me speaking my truth.

kiss it better, ace .ᐟ ; anything ace or ace coded.

☓﹕sticky icky ; nsfw post. ⤸

( minors block this tag, mwah. ^ )

rec center .ᐟ ; stories and or shots of inspo.

꒰ 💌 mail reads with amya ; inbox questions.

✸ : how dolly .ᐟ ; mootie tooties.

( 🌨️ it's raining outside ? ; queue.

like i love you ⨳ ; selfship tag.

꒰ ෆ ꒱ quiet soft talk ; self reblogs.

hm, which book ? ; amyas library / to be reads.

cotton candy date .ᐟ ; anything sfw.

que da music .ᐟ ; reblogs.

#taglist #twiddles thumbs

0 notes

beatrice-otter · 10 months

Text

Fic: Essential To Your Own

Title: Essential To Your Own Author: Beatrice Otter Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation Pairing: Geordi/Data Length: 3,364 words Rating: Teen Written for: colormejaded in the 90s_channel_tv_exchange 2023 AN: In the Star Trek universe, every species name is capitalized: Vulcan, Andorian, Betazoid, Klingon, Bajoran, Cardassian, etc., etc. Therefore, by analogy, "Human" should be capitalized as well. At AO3. On Dreamwidth. On Squidgeworld. At Ad Astra. On Pillowfort.

Geordi was staring aimlessly at the warp drive. Enterprise was in perfect condition, he was up to date on his reports, and they were in transit through well-charted space, having just finished up with a delicate aid mission, and heading toward a diplomatic conference. Both were important in the grand scheme of things, but neither were the type of mission that asked much of Engineering.

On a quiet shift like this, he'd normally work on a personal project. Most of his people were; a Galaxy-class ship could practically run itself, when you weren't running head-first into a dangerous situation. And it was easier to keep good engineers when you didn't make them do boring busy-work when there wasn't any real work to do. Dern was writing a holonovel. T'Hes was working on a puzzle, as always—Geordi had tried one, last year, and it had been fiendishly difficult. Mansaray was working on a new intermix chamber design, just for fun, and Geordi dreaded the day she'd get promoted to a desk at Utopia Planitia, where they'd let her experiment with new designs to her heart's content.

Geordi didn't have any projects in progress, and he was drawing a blank on thinking up something he could start. So he was staring at the warp core and trying not to think about why he didn't have any projects in progress.

"Geordi?"

"Yeah, Data?" Geordi said absently.

"You seem preoccupied. Is anything the matter?" Data's voice was warm and attentive, as it always was.

"Not really," Geordi said. "Nothing major. Just feeling a little down." Though he felt a little better that Data had noticed something was off. The android was a keen student of human behavior, and he'd made a particular study of Geordi.

"Because of Lieutenant Ortuno's departure?"

Geordi shrugged. "Sort of. Not really. We both knew it was going to be short-lived, and it was fun while it lasted. But even if we had more time, I don't think it would have turned into anything serious."

"If you are not missing Lieutenant Ortuno, then … may I ask what is causing your distress?"

"I don't know if I'd say it's serious enough to qualify as 'distress,'" Geordi said. "Mostly, I was just feeling a little sorry for myself. Even knowing it wasn't going to last, I enjoy romance. Partnering up with someone and getting all wrapped up in them, and them in me. And there's just not that much opportunity for that on the Enterprise, not for me. There's none of the regular crew interested in me that I'd want to date, and we don't get new crew that often. I always knew the dating pool on a starship was pretty small, but when I was first posted here, I figured, with a crew of a thousand, surely there would be somebody for me, and … there wasn't. Unless a miracle happens, all I'm gonna get for the next several years is the occasional fling."

"I am sorry to hear that," Data said. "You have previously mentioned a regret at your lack of romantic prospects, but I had not realized it was this serious."

Geordi waved a hand. "My life is pretty good, Data, don't worry about it. I love my job, I have a lot of good friends here on the ship—especially you—and I wouldn't want to change any of that. It's just this one aspect of things that isn't ideal." He didn't like dwelling on things he couldn't change—what was the point?—and honestly, he loved his life, all things considered. "So, what were you up to while I was busy with Amya?"

Data regarded him thoughtfully, and Geordi could tell that he didn't quite believe him. But Data was usually pretty good at respecting when you didn't want to talk about something, and so he gamely listed off all the things he'd done in his off-duty hours. Much of it Geordi already knew at least a little about; wrapped up in a girlfriend or not, Enterprise was a small ship and everyone heard about everything eventually. But as always, Data had an interesting perspective. Right now, he was working as set designer and props person for Doctor Crusher's latest play, and Geordi didn't know much about the theater but Data had some interesting ideas about symbolism that he'd worked into it, and by the time he was done explaining, it was time for shift change.

……

Six months later, Geordi had pretty much forgotten about that conversation, and only rarely thought about Amya. He was caught off-guard when Data brought it up out of the blue.

"Geordi," Data said after their shift was over one day, "would you like to go to the holodeck together tomorrow? As a date?"

That stopped Geordi in his tracks, and he closed his mouth on the automatic 'yes' he'd been about to say. "I didn't know you were thinking about dating again," he said noncommittally. "After how things went with Jenna."

"I believe that relationship was what one might call 'a learning experience.' I did learn a great deal, although I regret how it ended."

The turbolift doors opened and they entered. There were already three others in it, so Geordi let the conversation lapse.

He got off on Deck Two, with Data, heading for Data's quarters. When they got there Spot yowled at Data to complain about his having been gone all day, and rubbed around his ankles while ignoring Geordi, which was a comforting bit of normality in a day which had suddenly taken a turn for the unexpected.

Geordi ordered juice from the replicator while Data cuddled with his pet. That could be you, a traitorous voice in the back of Geordi's mind said. Which was interesting, because he hadn't thought cuddling with Data was something he was missing. Or was it just long enough since he'd had a partner that anyone was starting to look good?

Geordi set that aside to think about later. But it was good to remember, watching Data and Spot, that although Data had no inherent biological need or desire for the sort of touching and companionship that Humans did, he genuinely enjoyed caring for Spot. Geordi knew what it looked like when Data was doing something merely because Humans did it, but got no innate satisfaction out of it. (The relationship with Jenna D'Sora had been one of those times.) This wasn't that. Data cared about Spot, and enjoyed spending time caring for Spot, and spent much more time thinking about Spot than was necessary for responsible pet ownership.

It was easy to remember that Data wasn't Human—if nothing else, Data would remind you if you forgot. But being an android didn't mean Data didn't care, didn't genuinely desire companionship and relationships with other living things. It wasn't just programming and logic.

"You have said that you would prefer to be in a relationship, and regretted the fact that there were no prospects on Enterprise," Data said. "It has occurred to me that a romantic relationship between us would be beneficial for both of us. I understand if my request to change the nature of our relationship seems sudden, Geordi. I assure you that if you choose to turn me down, I will understand and will not be offended."

"Of all the concerns I have, Data, that isn't one of them." Geordi sometimes thought that Data should be more willing to be offended by the way other people treated him, because he sometimes let himself be taken advantage of and rarely objected to being hurt for the convenience and bigotry of others. The chances of Data holding something against him—unless he did something monumentally and calculatedly cruel—were so small as to be nonexistent. Which was actually a reason to be cautious. No matter what happened, if they tried this and it didn't work out, Data would assume that all the fault was his. Even if it wasn't.

"Then what are your concerns?" Data asked.

Geordi sighed and headed over to the couch, sitting in his usual spot. "Walk me through this, Data. Why do you want a relationship? Why now? Why me?"

"You are my best friend," Data said, sitting down just enough further away than normal to be noticeable. "If a romantic relationship entails being wrapped up in another being for an extended period, there is no one I would rather be focused on. And, as I said, I believe I have learned enough since my relationship with Jenna to not make the same mistakes."

"You know," Geordi said, "looking back on that, I think we all made some mistakes. And one of them was, we were all worried about Jenna getting hurt, but nobody was worried about you getting hurt. What she wanted … she had this idea of the perfect partner, and she wanted you to be that. Instead of accepting you for who you are, and figuring out what an honest and real relationship between the two of you would look like. And that's not a good way to run a healthy relationship, for either of you."

Data cocked his head. "That did occur to me, after the fact; I spent some time comparing my analysis of our time together with standard relationship counseling advice, and realized that there were fundamental imbalances in our respective goals and wishes which were major contributing factors to the way things played out, and which would have been damaging forces even if the immediate issues which ended the relationship did not exist. However, we both had reasons for beginning a relationship that had little to do with the other person involved: she believed that I could fulfill her fantasy of the 'perfect man,' and I wanted to experience what it was like to be in a relationship, and did not pay enough attention to who I wanted to be in a relationship with, or what sort of relationship I wanted."

"Neither of those are good reasons for starting a relationship," Geordi said.

"In some respects, no," Data said. "However, I have observed people who have made successful relationships work that started with less substance, and other cases that did not last despite a stronger foundation. You yourself have started relationships merely because you were lonely and wanted company and the person was available and willing."

"My dating history isn't necessarily the greatest," Geordi pointed out. "I wouldn't hold it up as something to be emulated."

"Still, you can hardly object to me trying something that you yourself have done," Data said.

Rather than respond to that directly, Geordi backed up and asked about the reason he'd given. "Data, are you lonely?"

Data paused. "I am not lonely at present; I find my friendships here on Enterprise generally satisfy my needs for companionship. However, I am aware that our service together on this ship cannot continue indefinitely. When some or all of us are reassigned, the chances of me being assigned to a post where I will be accepted and befriended as I have been here are small. While I believe that the friendships among Enterprise's command staff are strong enough to survive when we are inevitably separated, that is not the same thing. In particular, my life would be greatly lessened if you were not a daily part of it. I hope that we will always be together, regardless of what form that takes."

Geordi smiled. "Me too, Data; me too."

"Thank you, Geordi," Data said. "If we were to begin a relationship, and that relationship lasted long enough to formally declare to Starfleet, it would greatly increase the chances of our being stationed together in the future."

"That's a good point," Geordi said. He wasn't as awkward as Data was, and he didn't face the same sort of stigma that Data did, so he wasn't afraid of having to make new friends. But every Starfleet officer knew the pain of being stationed in a new place far from your friends and loved ones and having to build up new connections from scratch. Taking your family with you helped with that … but only for the people who already had families that could and would go with them. "But I don't know that it's a good enough reason to try for a romantic relationship. What would you be getting out of it that you don't already get from our friendship, besides a chance at a posting together in the future? I mean, I know you want to be Human, but is that a good enough reason? It's not like you're going to fall in love."

"Humans form long-term romantic and sexual relationships for many reasons," Data said. "Not all human cultures have romantic love as a concept, and not all humans from the dominant culture experience romantic or sexual attraction. Moreover, even humans who do experience romantic attraction may form relationships for reasons other than romance: companionship, sexual compatibility, child-rearing, shared domestic labor, legal protections, cultural compatibility, and many more. If Humans can form relationships for reasons other than being in love, I do not see why I should not be able to do so. I wish to be in a long-term relationship with you; I believe it would be beneficial to both of us."

"All right," Geordi said. "Besides keeping my best friend with me when, in the distant future, we get reassigned, why would it benefit me? It might mean that I wouldn't have the opportunity to start a relationship with someone I was attracted to." He paused. "Assuming you want monogamy, that is." Geordi was pretty thoroughly monogamous, himself.

Data cocked his head. "Have you ever considered whether you are attracted to me?"

Geordi floundered a bit. Had he? Data had seemed so naïve when they first met, younger than you'd expect for his rank, and Geordi had never been into younger people. By the time Geordi had realized his mistake, Data had firmly been in the mental box marked 'friend.' "Not really," he admitted.

"Perhaps you should consider it," Data said. "I do not mean to pressure you, or prevent you from forming a fulfilling relationship with someone else should you choose to do so; but I also do not wish you to dismiss the idea out of hand."

Geordi thought back to that moment when he'd imagined Data cuddling with him. "Maybe I should consider it," he said in bemusement.

"As to monogamy, I would prefer it," Data said. "I find myself … unsatisfied, when you are in a relationship with someone else and, as you describe it, wrapped up in them. I miss you, even though you are still here."

"You're jealous," Geordi said with a smile. It's not that jealousy was a good thing, but … he hadn't realized Data felt that strongly about him. For anyone else, what Data described would have been tepid and lackluster. But for Data, it was practically a declaration of undying love. And if hearing that Data loved him made him feel this warm and happy, maybe he needed to take a closer look at his own feelings.

"Jealousy might be too strong a word," Data said, "as I do not experience emotions. And I have no wish to prevent you from having fulfilling relationships with others. But I confess I prefer it when I am not coming second place in your attention."

"Okay," Geordi said. "So what is it, exactly, that you want? What would it look like, if we were in a romantic relationship? How would it be different from our friendship now? We already spend a lot of time together."

"Physical intimacy would obviously be one factor," Data said. "In addition to sex, you are much more tactile with your partners than with your friends, and I would be pleased to share greater intimacy with you. Aside from that aspect, I have analyzed our relationship and concluded that we already fulfill many of the standard marks of dating—the amount of time spent together and mutual focus on each other, for example. The key differences would then be of intent, not form."

"About sex," Geordi said, "I know you're fully functional, but do you enjoy it?"

"I do not have a sex drive, but I find intercourse to be a positive sensation," Data said. "In addition, there is the satisfaction of having pleased my partner."

Geordi couldn't help remarking on that. "You're good at … pleasing people then?"

"I am," Data said. "My programming in technique is very thorough, and I am able to notice and respond to physical cues with a high degree of sensitivity." "I see," Geordi said, and he did see—he bet Data approached sex with the same attentiveness and compassion he applied to everything. To be the focus of that attention … would probably be quite something. He got a bit distracted by that, for a bit. "I do not expect an answer immediately," Data said. "Good," Geordi said. "Because I have a lot to think about." "If you had no interest in a romantic relationship with me, you would not need time to think," Data said. "Therefore, I conclude that there is a chance you will say yes." "Yeah," Geordi said. "I'll let you know." He went back to his quarters and took his VISOR off, putting it carefully in its place and feeling himself relax as the overwhelming visual input ended. He laid down on his sofa to think. Given his spotty dating history, he'd done the initial falling in love and getting to know someone stage a lot, but he and Data already knew each other. They'd be jumping straight into the deep waters of being with someone you knew intimately, which Geordi didn't actually have much experience of. He and Data could figure out what that meant together. Even if it didn't work out he had faith that they could go back to being friends with no hard feelings on either side. There wasn't really any risk to trying, was there? He could see himself with Data, though, was the thing. He could imagine growing old with Data at his side. He could imagine having kids with Data, if they both decided they wanted them—Data was great with kids. Maybe he'd want to try building another android, again, if they could figure out what went wrong with Lal, and how to ensure that any other androids were treated as people, not property. Geordi spent some time imagining various scenarios of what their life together might be like, and all of them felt good. He was leaning towards saying yes, he realized. "This is crazy," he said out loud. "How long have I known Data, and we're only just now thinking about this?" He shook his head and got up to pace along the wall that didn't have furniture, one hand dragging along the wall to keep himself oriented. "Guess that just leaves sex, then," he said. If their sex life wasn't going to be fulfilling, that would be a major problem that Geordi wasn't sure could be overcome. Data might have all the moves, but if Geordi wasn't interested, that wasn't going to matter. "Time for some preliminary research," Geordi said. He walked into his bedroom, undressed, and got into bed to consider the question of whether sex with Data might be something he'd be interested in. …… Some time later, Geordi pulled himself together enough to clean up. He was definitely interested in Data. That had been a very successful experiment, and he was looking forward to recreating it with a partner. …… "So, Data," Geordi said the next day at lunch. Data was on the bridge this shift, but they often met in Ten Forward for lunch. "What did you have in mind for tonight?" Data gave him a pleased look. "I have found a new series of holodeck mysteries I that might be the right mix of challenging and entertaining. I thought we might start with dinner, and then a mystery." He paused. "After that, we might return to your quarters for dessert." Geordi lowered his voice. "Or … dessert." "Indeed," Data said. "I look forward to it," Geordi said, and smiled.

#fanfiction #fanfic #star trek #The Next Generation #star trek the next generation #Geordi La Forge

1 note · View note