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Bonne Nuit • Voyager x Medicine Pocket

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

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

Words — 2.3K including the bonus scene.

CWs — References to animal space programs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hm?” Medicine Pocket looked at her curiously.

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

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

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

Their eyes remained fixed on her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They listened quietly.

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

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

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

“…Bonne nuit.”

Bonus Scene

“Erm… Ugh…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#reverse 1999 #Medicine Pocket #Voyager #reverse 1999 fic #reverse 1999 fanfic #nblw #nblnb #demigirl voyager headcanon i will die on this hill #fluff #Medivoya #VoyaPocket #mochawrites #medpoc girlkissing collection

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scarian-fic-recs · 2 years

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Ayo you got any scar as mayor flavored AUs? ^-^

Hello!! I have actually been looking for these all over and I cannot find any to recommend so far T-T … I do have one rec, though it’s more of a series than anything and you’ve definitely seen it before! But for anyone who hasnt, I will include a link to a few of my favorite chapters as well as the series!!

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lesser of two evils - by idioddyssey and mochiwrites

2/2 Chapters - 6,248 words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37831912

He holds his hand out to him, paired with a smile. Grian looks at him, his hand, and then meets his eyes again. He hesitates. “How do I know this isn’t just a ploy to get me to lower my guard?” He asks. “No one is ever truly honest, most have something up their sleeve. So tell me, what’s up yours?”

Scar grins, and he finds that he’s already loving this idea. “Well, songbird,” Grian lets out a weird noise at the pet name, “There really isn’t any way to prove it to you right now besides word of tongue.”

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i heard you wanted a war- idioddyssey and mochiwrites

1/1 Chapters - 4,673 words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38663349

Grian’s head snaps up as he hears something behind him. It’s a slight creak in the floorboard, one that he might not have heard had his hearing been duller. He’s in the middle of turning onto the next page of his book when he hears it. The sound comes from behind him and Grian’s hand stills. He silences his breath, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge.

He waits, hearing a second creak.

For a split second, he wonders if Scar has finished work early and is attempting to play a prank.

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call me what suits your taste - by idioddyssey and mochiwrites

2/2 Chapters - 6,851 words - (explicit scene)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37718026

“Well, now I have. You’re very distracting, songbird.”

“If I had known you were going to be so distracted by me I would have worn something different.”

The tempo of the music picks up and suddenly Grian is being passed off to someone else. He slides into their arms, hands locking together. Hands slip around his waist and something is said to him, a greeting of some sort. Investigating them swiftly, his eyes scan the person in front of him. A man, blond hair, brown eyes, dressed in a navy colored suit.

No arm band. Grian pays him no mind, focusing his attention back to the people around them.

Scar told him to be on the lookout for anyone wearing a red arm band, and so far Grian hasn’t seen anything.

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And here is the link for the whole series, written by @mochawrites and @idioddyssey:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2816953

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Fair warning for the series, it does contain mumscarian, so if you’re not a fan of that I wouldn’t read the whole series, however all the fics I linked in this post are strictly scarian! But if you don’t mind I would definitely read all the works!! They are just so well written omg I could go on and on. This is a crime au so there is some very heavy scenes- read the tags and use your own discretion please!!! <3

I’m very sorry I couldn’t find any other works with mayor scar, but I’ll be on the lookout!! If you’re reading this and you have some feel free to leave a comment ;-;

As always, Enjoy!! <3

#again so sorry I couldn’t find any other works!! i looked for so long :[#if anyone knows of any leave a comment and I’ll look into them :]#but I vouch for this series sooooo hard. BIG VOUCH #it is soooo good #i don’t usually like unfinished series but aaaaaa I look at my email everyday hoping for an update lol #but I hope you guys enjoy this!!! it’s all I could find #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #scarian #scarian fic #scarian fic recs #crime au #desertduo #desert duo

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artanogon · 2 years

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something about dancing with the devil

big fan of @mochawrites mumscarian crime au, you should all go read it like right now

#scarian #hermitshipping #traditional art #empire’s sketches #ik scar doesn’t have long hair in canon but s9 infected my brain so

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hazelreedmc · 2 years

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More fanart for @mochawrites crime au! This time a scene from this chapter of the grumbo fic "bang", Grian in a tank top and a bonus Mumbo who's having a gay crisis

#mocha your character desing is killing me #grian with a manbun red eyes AND freckles too??#ooooff #grian #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #grumbo #how does one draw muscles #my art

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syrensomnia-arts · 2 years

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First post! I've really been enjoying this au by @mochawrites and @idioddyssey , it just brings me a lot of joy (I actually look forward to email notifications bc I'm always hopeful for the next part) and I absolutely ADORE the way they write character interactions. Not just dialogue but also how each individual reacts to subtle changes in demeanor/expression and physical contact its just *mwah*. Expect more art of this in the future <3

(and yes I drew Grian wearing Pearl's hairclip it just makes me happy)

(also sorry if the photo quality is bad I am bad at taking pictures)

#goodcrimeswithmumscarian au #grian #hermitcraft #hermitshipblr #hermitshipping #since the au this is from does include several hermit ships

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mochiwrites · 2 years

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mochawrites -> mochiwrites

#username change #teehee

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mumscarian · 2 years

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tumblr user mumscarian have u seen the mumscarian au thats popped up????????? the bois are gay and they do crime :] scar is mr mayor mumbo is 😳 assassin man and grian is traumatized & gay

i HAVE!!! the author is actually my good friend @/mochawrites 😊 to those who havent read it, i would SOOOO recommend it oh my god it's so good. Mochi if you see this ur doing gods work <3

(also heres a like to the ao3 collection of it!)

#where are the askers #fic recs

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quirkycatsfatstacks · 9 months

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Review: Milk & Mocha: Our Little Happiness

Series: Milk & MochaWriter/Artist: Melani SiePublisher: Andrews McMeel PublishingReleased: July 25, 2023Received: NetGalley Book Summary: Milk and Mocha are the cutest bears circulating the internet, which is saying something! Our Little Happiness is a collection of comics from a webcomic known as @milkmochabear; ever heard of it? Milk and Mocha’s adventures are told in a slice-of-life format,…

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#Andrews McMeel Publishing #Comic #Comic Review #Comics #Cover #Graphic Novel #graphic novel review #Graphic Novels #Melani Sie #Milk & Mocha #Milk & Mocha: Our Little Happiness #netgalley #Review

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go-learn-esperanto · 2 years

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@mochawrites rocking the Ariana Griande pfp <3

#gle original #I saw the pfp and was happy

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favoure · 2 years

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hiiiii favour it’s my turn to barge into your ask box <3 I finished up the fic chapter of the fic for the crime au (≧▽≦)

*politely holds the link out to you* https://archiveofourown.org/works/37831912/chapters/94465093

MOCHIIIIII HI HI HIIIIIII this ask made me run around my room in circles IM SO WEHWEHEJHFSHGJHFSHDFSDF YESSSSS THANK U FOR THE FOOD GEHEHEHEHEHE........................

#asks for ain #mochawrites #scarian #hermitshipping #writing

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anonymocha · 9 days

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Celestial Body • Voyager x Kaalaa Baunaa

“The cosmos is within us. We are made of star stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.” —Carl Sagan

Synopsis — Voyager figured that it’s about time she revealed the true form she hid beneath her uniform to Kaalaa Baunaa, someone very close to her. Understandably, the reveal was quite a shock for the astronomer.

Words — 1.2K words.

CWs — Cosmic horror? I mean if a girl holds the essence of the fabrics of the cosmos in her very form and made me touch it, I would be horrified too.

A/N — This is like an elaborate coffee-induced BRAINSPILL, my bad. Voyager brainrot. May write another fic with this pairing that’s less “fuck it we ball” than this one.

The uniform she held onto for years upon years vanished into thin air, revealing the starry void that is her bare skin, illuminated by the moonlight.

“I told you… It’s nothing like yours,” Voyager chuckled, her voice soft.

And indeed, she spoke true. The only semblance of familiarity in her form was the faint outline of a slender humanoid figure she possessed. Otherwise, she’s a canvas painted with the colors of the cosmos. Kaalaa Baunaa's breath caught in her throat as her gaze trailed the patterns of stardust that danced across Voyager's skin. Cluster of stars, planets, nebulas, galaxies, supernovas, quasars, pulsars, and black holes, all woven together in a mesmerizing, swirling tapestry. Some parts of her body, like her face, arms, and legs, were still veiled by a layer of white. The very thing concealing her true nature from the others.

“Hmm?…” Voyager tilted her head as she approached the astronomer on the couch, giving her a closer look at her form. It’s almost intimidating, truly. Having who may be the essence of the universe itself towering over her in such proximity. Yet, there was no trace of arrogance in Voyager's demeanor, only a gentle curiosity that radiated from her being. It seemed that Kaalaa Baunaa’s reactions were quite a delight to this enigmatic creature. After all, who could blame an astronomer for being completely and utterly awestruck by a beautiful being, beyond her feeble comprehension, baring herself in front of her naked eyes?

To be in the presence of such magnificence was both humbling and exhilarating.

As Voyager drew closer, Kaalaa Baunaa felt a rush of emotions swirling within her like a black hole. She could sense the gravitational pull of Voyager's presence, a force that threatened to pull her into the depths of an unknown abyss.

And that description wouldn’t be too far off.

And in that moment, Voyager took Kaalaa Baunaa's trembling wrist, guiding it to her abdomen. Expecting to feel the warmth of skin, instead, Kaalaa Baunaa was met with a… Truly startling revelation.

“Ah!—” she gasped sharply when the flesh of her hand did not meet the resistance of Voyager’s skin. Instead, she felt her hand sink deeper into the alien’s abdomen. She’s… This… Her hand… It… It felt chillingly, hauntingly cold, and empty. The astronomer retaliated, pulling her hand out of Voyager’s abdomen in a cold sweat. What is this feeling? Horror? Fascination? Dread? Wonder?

“I’m sorry… I… Hah… It was too fast. I wasn’t ready,” the woman panted. Was that actually space, or was it something else? Another realm? A portal? A mirage? No. She couldn’t sense any illusions, or was her intuition failing her? Oh, it’s terrifying. She’s terrifying. She wouldn’t expect her work partner to contain the very universe within her all this time. The implications of what she had just experienced sent shivers down Kaalaa Baunaa's spine. Like an ant meeting a god, yet have no words to describe or comprehend what god is.

Voyager's eyes softened with understanding as she watched the turmoil unfolding within Kaalaa Baunaa's soul. She reached out a hand, her touch gentle, and cupped the astronomer's trembling cheek. It proved to be effective, the woman slowly calmed under Voyager's touch, her racing thoughts gradually subsiding as she focused on the warmth emanating from the alien's hand.

“I'm sorry for startling you…” the usually silent Voyager murmured, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of emotions that the astronomer couldn’t lay her finger on. “But I wanted you to see... to understand.”

“No… It’s alright, truly… I just… I… I’m sorry, again… I hope my reaction didn’t offend you… But what was that?” she leaned into Voyager’s touch, clinging to her hand like a vulnerable tiger cub.

Voyager could only respond by looking up in thought, before closing her eyes and shaking her head with a smile. “It’s okay…” Voyager mumbled, her voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the silent room. “I understand that it's overwhelming… I don’t think I can describe it myself… But… That was me. As I am.”

Kaalaa Baunaa sighed, taking deep breaths. That wasn’t a satisfying answer at all. But in a way, she understood her place as a mortal, and how hard it would be for Voyager to explain herself to her.

“I don’t think I can ever wrap my head around it. I don’t think I can truly ever understand you, just like how I could never understand the universe itself. But I can do one thing I do best… I can try.” Kaalaa Baunaa looked up at the alien with determination in her eyes, a newfound resolve settling within her. She may never fully grasp the intricacies of Voyager's existence, but she was determined to cherish every secret they shared. This is a chance like no other, she thought. A chance to truly witness, even touch, someone beyond her with her own hands.

As Kaalaa Baunaa gazed into Voyager's eyes, she saw a reflection of her own curiosity and wonder mirrored back at her. That’s everything she needed to see.

With a newfound sense of awe and reverence, Kaalaa Baunaa reached out once more, this time with a steadier hand, and gently touched Voyager's abdomen again. This time, she felt the chill of emptiness and the vastness of space with a sense of reverence rather than fear. Each inch of her skin that passed through the other’s created soft ripples throughout the canvas, as if she were delving into a veil of mist. The stars would gleam against her skin and silver jewelries, casting brilliant colors unto her hand. Truly nothing like anything she has ever since before. Not even in the meditator’s realm.

The initial seconds of coldness were just as piercing as before. But the longer her hand lingered in there, the warmer it was. She couldn’t sense the celestial energies she commonly associated with the stellar. But she could feel something truly other. One that she could only describe as… Voyager herself. A cosmos unique to her. Such a revelation is… Endearing, to say the least.

This is the essence of the Voyager she held dear, a beloved friend and partner who is both beyond her yet incredibly connected to her, the same being who enjoyed playing the violin, the girl who admired animals and their sounds, and the mysterious entity who had captured her heart in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.

She felt… So small compared to this being. And yet, this being is embracing her with her essence, her love, her all.

What an honor. A privilege.

As Kaalaa Baunaa withdrew her hand, a sense of peace washed over her, replacing the initial shock and uncertainty with a newfound sense of acceptance and understanding. She looked at Voyager, her eyes alight with a newfound appreciation towards her.

The uncertainty, questions, bewilderment, and countless indescribable emotions stirred in her heart, but the astronomer smiled tenderly, her cheeks tinted with warmth. Is an answer what she wants? Not really… She doesn’t feel the hunger for explanations or justifications. It’s not something Kaalaa Baunaa wants to put her through. But instead… She wants Voyager to know one thing.

“You’re beautiful, dear, please remember that…” she rose from the couch, lacing their fingers together as she pulled Voyager into a gentle embrace, planting a kiss on the alien’s cheek. Voyager returned the embrace with a softness that belied her cosmic nature, her arms wrapping around the astronomer.

“You truly are… Out of this world. I love you. I truly, truly do love you.”

Despite everything, what matters the most to her, is to let Voyager know that she is loved and adored, no matter the mysteries that belies her.

The alien could only smile, as she always does.

#reverse 1999 #Voyager #Kaalaa Baunaa #KaalaaVoya #VoyaBaunaa #reverse 1999 fic #reverse 1999 fanfic #wlw #nblw #demigirl Voyager headcanon still here i will die on this hill (2)#mochawrites

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scarian-fic-recs · 2 years

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Aftermath of 3rd/LL

Here are some of my favorite fics that deal with the aftermath of third and last life on our favorite duo :)

specially made for @seasaltandvinegarchips

one word from you and I would jump off of this ledge i’m on - by Anonymous

1/1 Chapters - 5,044 words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38851323

This time, Scar's smile visibly twists, turns into something bitter that Grian hasn't seen in his face before.

"It's okay, Grian," he says. "I'm comfortable here, you don't need to do this." Grian blinks, confused.

"I—do what?" Scar raises an eyebrow at him and tucks a strand of hair behind his pointed ear.

"You're being nice," Scar says, discarding a blue fabric. Grian privately agrees, it's gaudy. "And it's sweet, really, but I'm okay."

"Scar, that's not—" Grian shakes his head. "That's ridiculous! I'm not just being nice!"

Scar looks up at him from where he's folded on the floor, grasping at velvet, and he suddenly looks very small and very tired.

"Sure," he says, and the tone makes Grian bristle, despite himself.

"Scar," he says, trying to keep calm. "Why would I do that? When have I ever been nice to anyone just for the sake of it? You're my friend—scratch that, you're our friend!" Scar huffs a little laugh and Grian watches him, helpless. "I—where is this coming from, man?"

(Or, Grian and Scar deal with some of the fallout from Last Life.)

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if you lead, i’ll follow - by mochiwrites @mochawrites

1/1 Chapters - 4,809 words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37015483

Everyone has different ways of readjusting to Hermitcraft after the mess that was Third Life. Some throw themselves into grinding for materials, doing things to keep their minds busy. And some seek out those they can to make amends with and wrap each other’s bleeding wounds from a previous life. They clear the air and make sure there aren’t any hard feelings between them. They talk.

Grian and Scar?

Well, they pretend that nothing happened. They act as normal.

or, Grian and Scar try to ignore Third Life for as long as they can.

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Baby, just let me bleed in peace - by mossman_mothman @moss-bucket

1/1 Chapters - 8,548 words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35705848

“Grian?” Scar asked, ignoring the shake in his voice.

“Yeah Scar?” Grian looked eager. Open. Gods, Scar missed that look.

“Can you cut my hair? Right now?” You could hear a pin drop in the room. Grian looked like he wanted to say something, but closed his mouth and nodded instead.

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Scar returns to Hermitcraft as the only one to fully remember the experience of Third Life and Last Life with no magic able to sooth the rough edges of it. Even Grian, tied close to the gamemakers, remembered it like an echo of someone that wasn't him playing the game, and helped wipe most of the event from the others' mind upon request. Too bad Scar was a very special boy who's magic refused to let that settle in. He's perfectly okay though! No side effects from that whatsoever. The panic and fear were temporary, so there was no need to let anyone know about that slight issue. Now if he could only give himself a haircut so no one could have a handhold on him, that would be nice.

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if you are intolerable - by Sleepless_in_Southlands @sleepless-in-southlands

1/1 Chapters - 2,497 words

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3593845

If you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you. -Taylor Jenkins Reid

Third Life left scars on all its unwilling participants, physical and mental. Thanks to the support of the Hermitcraft server, however, many of them are beginning to heal- all save one.

After all, how does one heal a monster?

#i specifically picked ones that I’ve read and bookmarked so I know they’re good!!!#read these and lmk what you think :]#shoutout to the authors they’re all wonderful and some of them have other fics as well to read!#also if I tagged you in this and you want to be untagged just lmk but I wanted to give credit <3 #scarian #scarian fic #scarian fic recs #hermitshipping #3rd life fanfic #last life fanfic #Hermitcraft fanfic #aftermath of 3rd/LL #trafficshipping

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