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jusvibbbin · 3 years

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Darling Duet

Harry Kim x Reader

//My first anonymous request! Enjoy!

Watching Harry play was amazing. The way he sat straight up in his chair. The laser focus he used to read the music on the stand. How his lips clasped the mouthpiece, firm yet soft. You wondered just how soft his lips were. You had admired him from a far for several months now, talking to him on occasion, but never more than a few minutes. To say you were smitten would be an understatement.

(Y/N)! What is wrong with you? Pay attention to the concert!

As Harry finished his concerto, you and the rest of the audience stood and clapped for him. Tom began to hoot and holler much to B’Elanna’s embarrassment as everyone chuckled. Harry took a bow and the after-concert party moved into the mess hall.

The night was marked with toasts and small talk, and though you enjoyed having a night to relax, you were acutely aware of the fluttering in your stomach every time you stole a glance at the ship’s clarinetist. Not to mention the intense heat that lit your face on fire when you caught him looking back at you. After this happened once or twice, the dark haired ensign made his way over to you, accepting praise from everyone as he went.

“Hey, music man! Finally got some time away from your adoring fans?” As soon as you said it, you cringed a bit.

I’ve got to sound ridiculous. Why can’t I just relax?

“Time away? Are you not one of my adoring fans?” Harry asked innocently enough, but the comment caught the attention of Tom, who slowly edged closer to eavesdrop.

You blushed slightly, and feeling a little brave you said, “Of course I am. You could say I’m your biggest fan.”

You’re so dorky but maybe it’s working.

Harry laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Glad to know I have such a sweetheart for a fan.”

You froze. You had no idea what to say. Every time you started to get comfortable talking to Harry, you clammed up. You must’ve turned beet red because Tom swooped in to congratulate Harry and told him the captain wanted to talk to him. Harry waved a small goodbye and you returned his weakly before starting to leave the mess hall with Tom on your heels.

“(Y/N), wait up!” Tom was jogging now to catch up to you as you speed walked to your quarters. As you reached the door, Tom grabbed your arm.

“Hey! What happened to you?”

You pulled your arm away from him gently and sighed.

“Damn… You got it bad huh?” Tom started to chuckle to himself

“Come on, it’s not funny! I don’t know how to act around Harry. He smiles at me and I feel like I’m gonna pass out! How do I get him to realize how I feel if I can’t say anything?” You covered your mouth after you finished your rant and waited for what Tom had to say. He was Harry’s best friend after all.

“I saw the way you looked at him while he played. You were enthralled!” Then Tom’s eyes lit up and he grinned at you.

Uh oh…

“Can you play an instrument?”

You shook your head.

Tom put his hand thoughtfully on his chin and hummed quietly.

“How would you feel about learning one?” he asked excitedly. And you couldn’t help but feel as excited as he looked. Tom suggesting you express yourself through music? It was genius, and very personal to Harry.

But what the hell am I gonna play?

Tom seemed to read your mind as he said, “I’ve heard the flute sounds very good with the clarinet. And I’d be willing to donate my replicator rations to such a noble cause.”

You smiled and shook Tom’s hand. You were going to be a flutist.

Learning the flute proved to be much more difficult than you and Tom first thought. Even with the professional holo-programs and access to extensive databases, you were still having trouble. You decided to turn to the only person that could help you.

“Ah, Ensign (Y/N)! What can I do for you?” the Doctor asked as you walked into sickbay.

“Hi Doc. I was hoping I could call on your expertise as a musician and see if you could help me with some music. I can hold a note, sort of, and my fingering has been getting a lot better but I just can’t seem to get it down.”

As you spoke, the Doctor wasted no time pulling another chair into his office and sitting down across from it.

“I would be delighted to assist you! Finally someone around here appreciates my talents.”

For the next two weeks, you and the Doctor worked tirelessly to get your playing greatly improved. But at the start of your third week, the Doctor surprised you. You walked into sickbay to find none other than Ensign Harry Kim with his ever shiny clarinet.

“So this is your student.” Harry smiled at you and you tried to hide your panic with a little laugh.

“(Y/N), while I am very well equipped to assist you in your music theory, I think that Harry might be a better teacher when it comes to playing. It is true, I am a great musician, but I prefer to sing and I’m positive that your flute would be much improved with his experience playing a more... tangible instrument.”

Oh jeez. There goes my secret plan.

“Shall we get started?” Harry asked as he gestured to the door. You nodded and threw the Doctor a look you knew he wouldn’t understand.

Harry led you down the corridor as you tried to figure out where you were going. He slowed down to walk next to you and looked at your case.

“Flute, huh? I didn’t know you were interested in music.”

“The flute is new but I’ve always wanted to learn something.” You could feel yourself starting to turn a bit flushed.

“That’s great! I hope you don’t mind switching teachers. To be completely honest, I’ve never really taught anyone before.”

“I’m sure you’ll be amazing, Harry.” You said as you smiled at him.

“Thanks (Y/N),” he said gratefully. “Here we are.”

He stopped in front of quarters you had never been to before.

Are we going into his quarters!? I don’t know if I can do this.

As you internally panicked, Harry started to set up chairs and music stands before looking back at you standing in the doorway.

“Uh, (Y/N)? Are you going to come in?”

You pushed down your nerves and stepped inside, the door whooshing shut behind you as you sat down in one of the chairs.

“Alright, now lets see your playing position.”

“(Y/N) that was really good! I’m impressed with how far you come in such a short time!” Harry flashed you an elated smile as you blushed looking down at your flute. Harry was right, you were doing excellent. Once he helped you with your embouchure and taught you how to hold the flute in a relaxed, but proper way, you were playing with ease.

The two of you had also gotten extremely close over the couple of months you had been playing, often getting dinner in the mess hall afterward and talking about what your lives back on Earth had been like. Harry told you about his family and how much he missed them and you told him about missing your own family and the garden you had started working on before getting assigned to Voyager. Other people had noticed how much time you were spending together and you both were often embarrassed when someone asked how long you’d been dating.

As time went on, pushing down your feelings was getting more and more difficult. You were starting to worry if you’d be able to ever tell Harry how you felt. You talked to Tom and he told you to make your move tonight.

“Tonight?” you asked incredulously. “I don’t know if I’m ready!”

Tom rolled his eyes. “You’re never gonna be ready! You just gotta have that quick burst of bravery and be honest!”

You thought about what Tom had said as you walked back to your quarters after lunch. Maybe Tom had a point and you should just do it. But you couldn’t stop wondering if you should wait a little longer.

No… Let’s go for it!

Making up your mind (after going back and forth a bit more), you told Harry to meet you in your quarters once his shift was over. He happily agreed and you went to prepare with the couple hours you had.

The door chimed, signaling your time was up. You sat down in front of your music stand and smoothed out your clothes. Once you were presentable you told the door to let Harry in.

The moment he entered, you began to play your flute. He stood there, caught off guard for a moment, then he slowly sat down on your couch and closed his eyes to listen to you play. After picking up some extra theory lessons with the Doctor, you decided to write Harry a song expressing how deeply you felt about him. As you spent more time together your song had only got more emotional and beautiful. You let the Doctor look at it but refused to play it for anyone but Harry. It was far too special and personal to show to someone else.

You had practiced for about a month now and it sounded good. Sure you stumbled a bit at certain parts and you were feeling a little light-headed, but Harry didn’t seem to care. The look on his face said it all: relaxed, happy and a bit surprised at the impromptu concert.

Once you finished, Harry stood and clapped. You felt your cheeks begin to heat up as he walked over and picked up your piece.

“You wrote this?” he asked, looking at the hand-written notes on the paper. “A bit old-fashioned, isn’t it?”

“It makes it more meaningful I think,” you said quietly.

He eventually stopped looking at the music itself to read the title. ‘A Heart for Harry: One Romantic Movement.’ Harry’s eyes locked with yours and that was enough for you to shoot up and push him quickly out the door. You leaned back against it and took a deep breath. You heard him shift on his feet for a moment or two before his footsteps receded down the corridor. You immediately regretted it.

Why did I do that!?! I have got to be the most awkward person in the galaxy.

You sat on your couch and went over the moment in your head. The way he listened to you play. How impressed he looked when he saw you had written it yourself. His face when he realized the song was for him.

He looked… Confused? Appalled? ...Happy?

You tried to replicate his face in your mind but you had been blinded by your shyness and you had no idea how he really reacted. That was ten times worse than not knowing. You laid down, remaining on the couch, wondering what in the world you were going to do now.

You awoke to your comm badge pinging and you quickly shot up. Were you late for a shift? A quick query to the computer erased that worry from your mind. It was 0100 and you had this particular day off. So who could this be in the middle of the night?

Hesitantly, you answered, “Yes?”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry if I woke you but I need you to meet me in Holodeck One,” Harry’s voice came softly over the comm system. You sat there for a moment before telling him you’d be there in five minutes.

You ordered the computer to turn the lights up in the bathroom, quickly washing your face and fixing your slight bedhead. You squeezed your hands into fists and they felt clammy. You wondered what the hell you were walking into as you left your quarters and headed towards the holodeck.

You got to the doors and as they whooshed open the scent of fresh flowers hit you. You were standing at the entrance to a gorgeous garden, filled with flowers from all over Earth and various other planets. There was a narrow cobblestone path that led deeper into it and you cautiously walked down it. As you went further and further, you began to hear music.

It almost sounds like… my song!

You quickened your pace on the winding path and soon you were in a clearing. And there, in the middle of it, was Harry Kim and his clarinet, playing a spectacular harmony to your song. You stood there as he reached the finale and he let the last note hang in the air for a few moments before putting his instrument down.

Harry walked over to you, gingerly grabbing your face and kissing you. It was gentle, and his lips were softer than you imagined. But there was a passion behind it too, as one hand dropped to your waist and another went to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss before he pulled away. You stood there panting slightly, with your hands resting on his chest and his eyes looking sweetly into yours.

“You don’t ever have to be nervous or embarrassed around me. I feel the same way about you, I have for a while.”

You had barely recovered from the kiss before his confession took you by surprise. Harry Kim had liked you the whole time and you had no idea? You started to laugh and he joined you, never once letting go of you.

“Computer, add a flute, a chair and a music stand,” Harry said. As the computer materialized these things, he led you to the chair and you sat down to play your song together. A sweet duet to start off a budding romance.

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ending-with-stars · 4 years

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Completely Professional (Seven of Nine x Reader)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None!!

A/N: Listen up folks! It is absolutely CRIMINAL that there are no Seven x reader fics in this fandom (or really any x reader fics come ON Star Trek fans) and that needs to STOP. So, in the spirit of being the change we want to see, here’s a fic I wrote about a year ago that I decided to post with some nudges from @osmoticeel and @raktajinhoe (thanks by the way guys love ya). Enjoy!

“I’m just saying, I think she might have a thing for you,” Tom said, much to your displeasure, as he took a drink. You were sitting in the mess hall with Tom and Harry, some of the few people awake this early in the morning. You shook your head, sighing. “How could you ever know what she’s thinking about me?” You said, taking a bite of Neelix’s “scrambled eggs”and almost shivering at their slimy yet mealy texture. “I don’t know, Y/N, I think Tom might be right on this one. For once.” Harry said, eating a slice of replicated toast. Tom raised his eyebrows as he sipped his coffee substitute again. “Harry hasn’t been called down to engineering or the astrometrics bay in almost two months. You two are always working together, eating together,” “Because if I didn’t eat with her she wouldn’t eat at all!” You interjected, stealing Harry’s toast from his plate and taking a bite of it. He snatched it back and you smirked while chewing. “Still,” Tom said, giving you a look, “you have to admit you’ve noticed that Seven always wants to be around you.”

You didn’t want to admit it to your friends, but you had noticed. At first, it seemed like nothing. Seven would call you down to engineering sometimes to help her with power conduits that had blown out and with rerouting lines to the astrometrics bay. Now, as you looked back on it, you should have noticed it then. The former Borg would have no issues with rerouting simple power lines. You supposed it was a little bit naive for you to assume anything else. Over the past couple of weeks, she had been eating dinner with you, which may have been more your doing than hers. A few nights ago, in fact, it had just been the two of you in the mess hall, talking until the later hours. The other woman always had a fascinating outlook on problems. You wished people would give her more credit than she usually got for the development of her social skills. But as you looked at Harry and Tom, who both held looks of raised eyebrows and smug smiles, you decided to ignore your previous findings.

“We are just colleagues,” You said with finality, sipping your tea. Both of them sat back with exasperated sighs, Tom rolling his eyes. You laughed under your breath and caught B’Elanna walking over to the table, tray in one hand and coffee cup in the other.

“Morning,” you greeted as she sat down next to Tom, who smiled as he put a hand on her back. “You two seem exasperated already. What’s the breakfast conversation been today?” B’Elanna asked. “We’re discussing Y/N’s completely professional relationship with Seven of Nine,” Harry said, crossing his arms. B’Elanna raised her eyebrows as she ate a bite of eggs, before making a face and placing her fork back on the tray. “What about it?” “That it’s anything but professional,” Tom said. “Well of course it is,” “Lanna, aren’t you supposed to be on my side here?” You asked through a little laugh. She shrugged, taking the half-eaten toast from Harry’s plate, smacking his hand away as he tried to retrieve it. “I see you two working every day. It’s obvious. She actually smiled when you told her a joke the other day.” “What?” Tom almost yelled. “And you didn’t tell me!” “It’s none of your business what Y/N does when she’s under my command for the afternoon. Plus, nothing’s gonna come from it anyway.” B’Elanna said so nonchalantly that it made everyone at the table give her confused looks. “Seven doesn’t know how to handle that yet, and Y/N is too scared to act on it.” “Hey!” “Oh please, even though you’re head over heels for her, you wouldn’t want to be the first person to make a move on a former Borg, would you? She would break your arm; either from getting you off her or pushing you up against a wall to kiss you.” You shrugged. “One of those sounds sort of worth it, don’t you think?” You said, getting snickers from the two men at the table. But you knew B’Elanna was right. It was safer, physically and emotionally, to repress any attraction you felt. As if on cue, your com badge beeped. “Seven of Nine to Lieutenant Y/N.” All of your tablemates raised their eyebrows, giving you smug looks. You rolled your eyes but smiled as you responded. “Y/N here.” “Meet me in Jeffries tube 12. I require your assistance on multiple overloaded power circuits.” She answered. “Understood, I’m on my way.” You climbed into the entrance of the Jeffries tube, closing the door behind you, and tried to calm the rapid heartbeat that had begun to pound in your ears. Get a grip, you told yourself as you deliberately crawled slower than normal towards the ladder. She is your friend, your colleague, it would be inappropriate, especially since she quite literally had no experience in anything of this matter. It felt like you would be taking advantage of her if you said something about it. So, you finally decided, that you would ignore this. It would go away eventually. Attraction always did. Didn’t it? You climbed down the ladder into the tall portion of the Jeffries tube, unconsciously straightening your hair and uniform before turning around. “Morning, Seven,” You said with a smile. Seven was facing away from you, working on one of the singed power conduits, scanner in one hand and sonic resonator in the other. At your greeting, she turned and acknowledged you. “Good morning, Lieutenant Y/N.” She said flatly before turning back to her work. “Can you begin repairs on conduit 15.4C on the opposite wall?” “Yes, I can.” You said, pulling out your own tools and kneeling next to the singed conduit. It was silent for a long moment, only the beeping sound of tricorders and the hum of the ship's engine to dull it. There had never been an awkward air between the two of you before. In fact, her formal greeting had left you a bit phased. Seven hadn’t referred to you as “lieutenant” in almost a month. It made your stomach clench and pulse quicken. The scanning from the background stopped for a moment. “Lieutenant, are you ill?” Seven asked. You paused and turned to look at her, confused. “No...why?” “Your pulse has been rapid for the entirety of our work today, over 3.1 percent above the usual. And your internal core temperature is two degrees higher than what is acceptable for human parameters.” She walked up close to you, inspecting your face with scrutinizing blue eyes. In them, you saw a hint of worry. “You are also perspiring more than normal,” she took your chin in her hand, looking into your eyes. “And your pupils have dilated. I believe you are ill.” You took her hand that was holding your chin and, careful to not let it shake, removed it from your face. “I’m not sick, Seven. It’s just warmer in here than normal,” you regretted the lie the minute it left your mouth. She gave you a slightly perplexed look. “The temperature has not changed aboard Voyager for approximately three weeks, four days and twelve hours. The Jeffries tubes are regulated even more so than the habitable portions of the ship due to the sensitive technology-.” In a moment of lost judgement, you put a finger on her lips to silence her. Both you and Seven froze. You lingered, wanting to do so many things at that moment. You didn’t need Seven to tell you that your pulse quickened; you could hear it pounding in your ears. And for a moment, you saw uncertainty flash across the other woman’s face, eyebrows softening ever so slightly. But both of you blinked, and the moment of weakness disappeared. You pulled your hand away and Seven straightened herself. “Sorry. I just knew that if I didn’t stop you that you would just spiral into all these dates and numbers.” You said quietly. She inclined her head. “Thank you.” “We should...get back to work.” Again, the two of you worked in silence. Tension seemed to fill the empty space. You looked behind you, wondering if the feeling of tension was mutual. You were met by a similar look from Seven, who blinked and shuffled awkwardly before turning away. In your work, you realized that the extent of the damage on this conduit extended down another level. “Seven, this conduit is totally burned down to the next level.” You said. She walked over to you and kneeled, shoulder brushing yours. She never did have a sense of personal space. “I concur. We will move down to the next level.” You sighed as you climbed down into the next level. It was not the tall working space that was above. You crawled on your hands and knees to the conduit, which was so burned that it sparked as you came over to it. “Damn, what happened here?” You asked, looking at Seven as she crawled towards the singed wall. She sat on her knees and pulled out her sonic resonator. “I was attempting to reroute the lines towards astrometrics. I allowed my mind to wander and misaligned them. It caused a chain reaction, leading to my calling you.” You smirked. “So, you got distracted?” You said, looking at her with raised eyebrows. She turned slowly to look at you. “Voyager’s power lines have never been efficient.” You nodded, laughing in your chest. She raised her eyebrows now, a hint of a smile on her lips. “Have I said something amusing?” “No, no, I just,” you laughed again. “I didn’t know you could get distracted. You’re pretty laser-focused when it comes to working.” “I allowed my mind to wander.” “That’s one hell of a wander.” “I have often realized that when I think of you that I cannot focus on the tasks at hand.” You froze for a moment before turning your head to look at her. “Me? You were thinking of me and THAT made you distracted?” You said in disbelief. She looked at you confused. “Correct.” “Why me?” “You are a very aesthetically pleasing woman. I have been attracted to you since I joined Voyager. I thought I had made that relatively clear over the past weeks. I asked Captain Janeway for advice on how to achieve that,” she paused, scrutinizing for a moment. “It seems it was not successful.” “No no, it was. I just....didn’t believe that it was true.” Seven looked at you confused. “Why would you not comprehend? Were my advances unclear to you?” “No....well, yes.” You answered after pausing. “Explain.” “Seven....I don’t know if you know that you are...really gorgeous,” “As are you,” She responded. “No, I mean you’re really gorgeous. And you don’t really....have a lot of human experience. So I never thought that you would be...attracted to me.” You said, trying to pick the best words. Seven looked at the wall for a moment, eyes flicking over something invisible, almost like she was calculating something. “Your conclusion is based on the human insecurity of physical appeal.” She concluded. “Well, yeah.” You sighed. Seven turned fully towards you now. “Human appearance is a factor within attraction, but does not fully encompass all of it. Humans also consider personality, humor, and intelligence. While I do find you physically attractive, I also find that your personality appeals to me. You are one of the few crew members whose company I enjoy. Your intelligence level allows me to have intriguing conversations, and I find your humor to be amusing while others tend to be crude or based in reference to things I do not understand. Simply put, you are an ideal romantic partner.” She finished, the last sentence said slightly softer. You blinked and felt the blood rush into your cheeks. “Why....why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?” You asked softly. She paused again to think. “I did not know if you would...return my sentiments. And since I am, as you put, inexperienced, I wanted to wait until I found the right time. However the time never seemed to come, so I created a moment when I could inform you.” You laughed out loud at that and received a look of confusion. “Wait, wait, did you do this intentionally?” You asked. Seven thought for a moment. “Yes.” She answered plainly. You laughed again. “You could have told me any time! At the dinners we had, on the holodeck, you even could have stopped by my quarters.” “Do you not recall the first time we met?” She asked. It was your turn to give a confused look. “Four months, sixteen days and seven hours ago. Lieutenant Torres assigned me to you to help remove the Borg enhancements that had been installed. It was three days after I had my connection with the Collective severed, and I had not gained my more....human appearance. The crew was still afraid of me. However, you showed me an amount of compassion that I had never experienced. Since then I have considered you to be ideal for my first romantic partner.” You blinked, eyebrows softened in affection. “Seven,” you breathed and put a hand on her shoulder. “It was in Jeffries tube 12 that we met. Humans consider locations of their first encounter to hold a certain sentimental value, am I correct?” You nodded. “Then I have created the ideal situation to tell you that I request to initiate a romantic relationship.” The butterflies that rose in your stomach did stop you from laughing a little at the bluntness of her statement. “Do you accept?” She asked, and for a second you thought you heard a tinge of a nervous edge. “Yes,” You said through a little laugh. An uncharacteristic smile spread across Seven’s lips, which you returned, before she jolted forward suddenly and kissed you. It was forceful enough, which didn’t surprise you, that you had to throw an arm out to brace yourself from falling over. Her kiss was stiff and rigid, lips frozen in a line. Of course, you thought, she’s never done this before. You leaned forward and cupped her face, thumbs stroking her cheekbones, and moved your lips against hers. She responded tentatively, the smile still coming through the kiss. You broke apart; Seven leaned back in and gave a light brief kiss. “That...was very spontaneous of you.” You said, smiling widely. “Romantic relationships do require a spontaneous element. When I consulted Captain Janeway on how to begin the-.” Seven started but you cut her off. “Can we please not mention the captain right now? Please?” You said, tucking a stray blonde hair back behind her ears. She nodded, and you leaned back in and kissed her again. “I was wondering if we were going to have to send a search party in there after you two,” B’Elanna said as you and Seven crawled out from the Jeffries tube into the engine room. She looked over both of you, raising an eyebrow at flushed cheeks and messy hair, and looked back down to hide a smile. You smoothed your hair down as you walked the report over to B’Elanna, with Seven trailing behind you closely. “We fixed every burned conduit and reset the lines to normal.” You said as you handed the PADD to her. You felt a cold metal fingertip run along the exposed skin on the back of your neck and repressed a shiver. You poorly held back a smile and shook your head, as if to shake out the thoughts. “Alright, everything looks good,” B’Elanna said and placed the PADD on her console. “You’re done for the day.” You looked at her surprised. “It’s just past 1300 hours, the day’s barely halfway over.” You said. “I don’t need you anymore for today, and if you’re lucky the Doctor won’t need you either.” She answered, still typing. “But I,” You started, but Seven cut you off. “Lieutenant, I require assistance in the cargo bay. If you feel the need to continue working, that is.” She said flatly. You looked over your shoulder at her; she pursed her lips and shifted her stance, and that was enough to shut you up. “Sure, I would love to. Thank you, Lieutenant Torres. Seven?” You said, starting to walk out of engineering. Both of you walked side by side, towards the cargo bay, and smiled to yourself as you felt Seven slip her hand into yours.

#st #star trek #voy #star trek voyager #st voy #seven of nine #seven of nine x reader #im NERVOUS i don't post writing on my main account ever but!!! here we go!!!!

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hannah-deserved-better · 3 years

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I want to write a series of one shots. Maybe a couple a month. Basically, the scenario is multi fandom with well over 75 characters and lots of ships. There won’t be any plots, this will just be a bunch of one shots generated by prompts. So if you have any prompt requests let me know, I will be compiling a prompt database.

So basically the scenario is this: all these characters get marooned on a deserted planet and found a small community.

Here are the fandoms and the ships. These are my ships, many are otps so they are non negotiable:

Supernatural fandom

Castiel/Hannah/Castiel’s female vessel/Hannah’s male vessel (Hanstiel Squared)

Dean/Jo/Benny

Sam/Eileen/Rowena/Gabriel

Bobby/Ellen

Charlie/Meg

Claire/Kaia

Crowley (no pairing)

Jack (no pairing)

Some Sastiel and Megstiel on the side

X-Files

Mulder and Scully

Skinner (no pairing)

TNG

Picard/Crusher

Riled/Troi

Worf/Ba’el (the Klingon/romulan woman from “birthright”)

Geordi/Bochra (the romulan guy from the episode “the enemy”)

No pairings: Data, Guinan

DS9

Sisko/Kassidy

Kira/Odo

Jadzia/Bashir/Garak

O’Brien/Keiko

Jake/Ziyal

Rom/Leeta

No pairings: Quark, Nog

Voyager

Janeway/Chakotay

Doctor/Seven

Tom/B’Elanna/Harry

No pairings: Neelix, Tuvok

Rurouni Kenshin

Kenshin/Kaoru

Sanosuke/Megumi

No pairings: Saito

Hobbit/Lotr

Fili/Oc (I have a Gnome OC character named Brenna that I pair with Fili faceclaim Gabrielle Wilde)

Kili/Oc (I have a hobbit Oc named Asphodel faceclaim Eleanor Tomlinson)

Legolas/Tauriel

No pairings: Thorin, Bilbo, Thranduil, Boromir, Faramir, Aragorn

The legend of Drizzt

No pairings: Drizzt

Buffy

Buffy/Angel

Willow/Tara

Spike/Faith

Xander/Oz

Any platonic friendship, sibling ships, etc prompts I’m up for those too.

#multi fandoms #supernatural #star trek #fan fiction #writing #rare pairings

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starfleetimagines · 4 years

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Tom x B’Elanna - "I’m scared, all right?!”

Requested by an anon: “Would you write an oneshot between B’Elanna & Tom Paris where they are arguing about things, but in the end, they have a romantic moment, which is seen by the rest of the crew, without them realising” Word count: Little over 1k Warnings/notes: I realized after writing this that I didn’t end up putting in the part of other people seeing. Whoops - hope it’s okay! Tag list: If you want to be added to a tag list, please let me know!

“Move in with me,” Tom said quietly in the middle of him and B’Elanna making out on his couch.

B’Elanna pulled back quickly and stared at him. “What?”

“Move in with me,” he repeated. “We’ve been dating for over six months now, and you’re here half of the time anyway.”

“I… Can I think about it?” she asked slowly.

Tom’s brow furrowed. “You have to think about it? Wow, guess I misjudged how committed you were to this relationship.”

“It’s just a big step,” B’Elanna told him. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for that.”

Tom sighed and moved back a bit from her. “What does it mean if I’m ready for the next step but you’re not?”

“It means just that. You’re ready before I am. Look, we don’t have to make a big deal about this.”

“I’m not, it’s just, when a guy asks the girl he’s in love with to move in with her and she says she has to think about it first it kind of hurts.”

B’Elanna frowned. “I’m sorry, but I can’t just say what you want to hear in order to spare your feelings.”

Tom huffed lightly. “Yeah, you’ve made that clear before.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” B’Elanna asked defensively.

“Just…” He shook his head. “Your temper can make you a bit blunt at times.”

“Maybe I just prefer to tell the truth and say things how they are instead of beating around the bush.”

“But you’re beating around the bush right now! Lanna, either you want to move in with me or you don’t. Just answer me this: do you want to live with me? Regardless or whether or not you’re ready.”

B’Elanna frowned and stood up. “I should go. I have an early shift tomorrow.”

Tom stood up, too. “You’re just going to leave in the middle of this?”

“I’m tired,” she said. “I’m not in the mood to argue with you.”

“That’s a first,” Tom mumbled under his breath.

B’Elanna huffed and raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to test my patience?”

“No, but I want to know why you won’t give me a straight answer about moving in with me. Do you want to move in with me or not?”

“Can we talk about it another time?” she asked, making her way out the door. “I need to think about it.”

Tom followed her closely. “If we don’t talk about it now, you’ll avoid it until it creates a wedge between us.”

“Tom, drop it,” B’Elanna snapped.

“No, I won’t. Because I love you and I want to live with you! But apparently you don’t love me enough to live with me.”

She spared him a glance. “Pressuring me to move in with you is not something a loved one would do! If you really loved me, you would give me the time I need to think it over.”

“I’m not trying to pressure you, Lanna, I just need to know if you even want to move in with me,” he said, in a voice that begged for her to listen. “Because if you don’t, then what are we even doing?”

B’Elanna stopped walking abruptly and turned to face him. “I’m scared, all right?!”

Tom’s brow furrowed. “Scared? Of what?”

She crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged. “All of this. I’ve never been this close to anyone before. I’ve never been in a relationship that’s lasted this long. Most of the guys I dated got scared off by my temper by the third date.”

Tom looked at her sympathetically. “Babe…”

She avoided eye contact. “Don’t look at me like that. This is why I didn’t want to tell you. I don’t want you pitying me or anything.”

“I’m not pitying you,” Tom said softly, doing his best not to upset her with his tone or his words. “I’m just wishing you had told me sooner.”

She shrugged meekly. “Yeah, well, to be honest I expected this to fall apart a lot sooner than this.”

“This isn’t falling apart,” Tom insisted. “It’s okay to be nervous about being in a serious relationship. Hell, you think I’m not nervous all the time? I’ve never been so in love with anyone as I am with you. I’m afraid I’ll mess it up and break your heart. Lanna, the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.”

Finally, B’Elanna looked up and met Tom’s gaze. He took her hands in his. “If you’re not ready for us to live together, that’s okay. I didn’t mean to pressure you or make you feel like I was pressuring you. I’m sorry.”

She nodded slightly. “I’m… sorry for avoiding giving you an answer.”

Tom smiled slightly. “There, we’re both sorry. Can we kiss and make up now?”

B’Elanna huffed out a short laugh. “So you’re not mad?”

“No, I’m not mad. I know this whole serious relationship thing is new to the both of us, but if we want it to last we need to learn how to communicate with one another.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” B’Elanna sighed and added, more quietly, “I do want to live with you, Tom.”

Tom’s lips tightened into a smile. “You do?”

She nodded, a faint smile forming on her face as well. “Like you said, I’m there most of the time anyway.”

“If it’ll make you feel more comfortable or less anxious, you can keep your quarters for a while. You can move some of your stuff into my place. Or I can move some of my stuff to your place. Whatever you prefer.”

B’Elanna’s smiled widened. “Your quarters are nicer.”

Tom grinned. “My quarters it is, then. But if you need to keep your quarters until you feel secure enough to move in with me fully, that’s perfectly okay. Do whatever you need to do to feel comfortable, just don’t shut me out.”

“Okay,” she said softly.

“Okay?” Tom asked hopefully.

“Okay, let’s… let’s go get some of my things.”

“Oh, wait, really? Now?”

“Unless you’ve changed your mind already,” she teased.

Tom laughed. “No, now sounds good.” He leaned closer to her and B’Elanna closed the gap. Neither of them would normally initiate PDA, but in that moment it just felt right.

Tom rest his forehead against B’Elanna’s when the kiss ended.

“Tom,” she said. “I love you.”

Tom smiled. “I know. I love you, too, roomie.”

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jhelenoftrek · 5 years

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How are you? What are your plans for this spring? How is Tom and B'Elanna?

Hi! I’m doing pretty well! Happy for warmer weather (even though it’s currently snowing) and that my family and I are finally over all of our winter germs. How are you?

Plans for spring. I’ve got big ones, strap in: We’re taking a road trip to visit my in-laws for my daughter’s birthday. They’re near DC so we’re going to hit a few historical spots, super excited to go back to my old stomping grounds, namely the “new” Air and Space museum. Then I gotta throw a Dinosaur x Rainbows party for a bunch of 4yr olds the week after. I’m going to get to spend some alone time with my mom for Mother’s day at an historical spa resort thing, which I’m very much looking forward to. And also just put a date-day with hubs on the calendar, only been like 8 months since we’ve had one of those.

Project wise, I just bought a new toy for my woodshop, a double bevel sliding miter saw and I cannot WAIT to break it in while finishing the million projects I have started (including something for one of my fandom friends I’m very excited about). I’m completing a remodel on my downstairs bathroom (if I never have to tile a wall again it’ll be too soon). Uhm… Flowers, planting, hanging out with my kids, doing a couple big puzzles, watching Orville and Disco and standup comedy and Schitts Creek, writing with Klugtiger, maybe I’ll exercise again… busy busy fun times!

Tom and B’Elanna are fantastic. Don’t they make the cutest couple? Love them forever.

#Ask Helen #Thanks Anon #Spring #Paris x Torres #Good times!

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pixiedane · 6 years

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Not sure it this has been mentioned (and if it has link me to the post please?) Janeway X Tom Paris I can't be the only one that read some flirty UST there, at least in the beginning on Toms part.

I know you’ve found my post, so here is my series rundown.Ima start with my steadfast headcanon that Academy Kate had a crush on Owen Paris. She has Daddy Issues™ and he’s a good daddy. She definitely knows who Tom is, she definitely believes she owes something to Owen, and she definitely has sympathy for Tom because she, too, grew up with the Expectations™ of a Starfleet Legacy. All of that is before they even meet. And then he becomes her ‘personal reclamation project’. He is important to her, that’s a given. But I’m sorry, there is also an attraction. On both sides. Even just reading canon for canon, there has to be a REASON he kidnaps her to be his lizard mate.

“Caretaker” - she gets him out of prison and into a Starfleet uniform, he’s the first to answer her on the bridge after the initial crash into the DQ, she protects him from Chakotay, he volunteers for the away team, she promotes him into her motley crew

“Time and Again” - I hate this episode because they are in love and it doesn’t count

“The Cloud” - he’s afraid to invite her to his holo party but when she shows up it becomes clear she is his equal in the ability to party – which I LOVE. Picard would never, the end of “All Good Things” is about that. Even Kirk maintains a line when it comes to fun with the crew but Janeway? I’m gonna challenge my conscripted helmsman to a pool game in his speakeasy holosim and also I’m gonna WIN.

“Ex Post Facto” - this episode is the worst but she is so concerned about her Tom

“The 37s” - they land the ship for the first time together and it is a metaphor/code for sex I don’t make the rules

“Resistance” - he reaches out in comfort when she’s weeping over the dead UGH MY HEART

(also Neelix and Tuvok and Torres are there but it’s Tom who does this)

“Threshold” - we all know this episode is epic, but there is so much more than lizard babies! Janeway goes back and forth on allowing Tom to do it, showing she cares more about HIM than the mission (which is getting home), but then that means she has to let him go because it’s what he wants. Then there’s how upset she is when he is mutating. Then he snatches her away to mate on a swamp planet. And finally, that scene in sickbay kills me because he’s embarrassed and she is delighted. She teases him, to show him that she still cares more about HIM than any of this nonsense. And they smile at each other and I can’t. I just can’t AT ALL.

“Investigations” - so they’ve been meeting in secret for months. This is ALSO code for sex I don’t make the rules.

“Basics” - hi I saved the ship for you

“Worst Case Scenario” - proves that Tuvok knows there is something special/specific about Janeway’s relationship to Tom

Then we enter into the Paris/Torres years. Janeway is relieved. And happy for them (honestly, she loves them both). But “Scientific Method” has her extra annoyed by their shenanigans and “Night”’s depression can be read in many ways.

“Thirty Days” - every time I watch this scene I expect them to kiss

“Bride of Chaotica!” - Remember, you’re the queen!

“Pathfinder” - I have written the missing scene at the end of this where he comes to her quarters to talk about the hurricane of emotions felt on the bridge hearing his father’s voice

So, I say they had a secret relationship in the early years. There is an attraction and he is devoted to her. It starts up circa “The Cloud” as a flirtation. By “The 37s” it’s a casually sexual relationship. “Threshold” outs it as a problem. Affecting their judgement. They start having “we should stop” conversations. Their last night together is just before he leaves the ship in “Investigations”. When he returns he shows up on her doorstep but she says no. He spends some time trying to convince her it’s okay, but it doesn’t work. He moves on and falls in love with B’Elanna. But he will always be devoted to Janeway and it has a non-platonic, non-familial shade to it.

And you asked for fic recs, which I am terrible at (I’m trying to get better because I know some amazing writers) but here are the ones I have saved.

When Tommy Met Katie - I’m a sucker for “they met each other pre-series” (90% of my own J/P stories include it) and this is sweet as can be.

Miscalculated by @missmil - delightful away team gone bad

Wretched True by @missparker - post “Thirty Days” regaining equilibrium

Reclamation by @mia-cooper - again, starts as kids, and kinda sorta follows my scenario above. Excellent and apparently I’d never even kudos-ed – I’m so sorry, Mia, I love it!!!!!

Absumption - “Timeless” AU. Literally my favorite fanfiction for any pairing in any fandom ever.

Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it and/or write a scenario /give you a series rundown of my headcanons

#response #love-affair-with-fandoms #pixie ships #janeway x paris #headcanon #fic rec

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Hi, I hope you are enjoying hiatus. I know its far too early to speculate about this but I was wondering how realistic a Fitzsimmons Baby this season actually is. I know its a complicated kind of story but its also something I would really like to see.

Hi Anon,

I’ve had lots of IRL stuff to keep me busy but am starting to totally miss the theorizing bit right now. Fingers crossed we get another Comic Con Trolley that will offer up a hint like we had last year.

I know this is one of those theories that some in the fandom want while others don’t. For me its now in the pile of theories like Fitznapping and Role Reversal in “be careful what you wish for”. Because those theories came true…just boy not how I had originally predicted or wanted. We know Fitzsimmons babies are most definitely on Lil and Iain’s radar/wishlist so I personally hope the writers give them what they want here…in a nice non traumatic way with no horrible plot twists. Just like I hope Chloe gets her Daisy Love Interest that makes it through the season…and stays in this dimension.

It is possible. Right now we have a lot of x factors in play.

How long of a time jump:

They left that pretty open at the end of last season and we’ve had a 6 month jump with each season. However, due to our longer hiatus this year they could have a longer time jump.

A time jump allows for a few things. First for everyone to heal some from the Framework and give the writers a reset if you will. They will all still be dealing with the demons of the Framework but if some months have passed it won’t be as ‘fresh’ and they can start the characters where they want them too. This also means they can start the pregnancy wherever they want. IE do they want us/Fitzsimmons to find out in 5.01 or in 5.01 we all scream in shock as Jemma turns around with a noticeable bump.

What is the story they want to tell next season:

This goes for the overall theme, Baddie of the season and the arcs for Fitzsimmons, Fitz, and Jemma.

IE for Fitz coming off of this season him becoming a father is a natural progression in a way for me. His fears of becoming a father as he continues to heal not only from the Framework. But also with the demons of his actual father and how things went down with his surrogate father Radcliffe.

For Jemma a pregnancy is ‘limiting’. IE she wont’ be on super dangerous missions and it would possibly limit what she would be doing in the lab.

For Jemma to be pregnant it is like Fitz’s back story, it will play a part in the story not just be there for fun. Be it the baby is a ‘ticking clock’ if you will for Fitzsimmons to get home or heaven help us the baby plays a larger part in the story (this is sci fi guys…so….brace yourselves for something like Fitzsimmons are abducted and they use them to make a baby. AOS Writers if for some reason you have found my blog that was not a suggestion! I would suggest something along the lines of Tom/B’Elanna’s from Voyager.)

Where are Fitzsimmons:

We only have confirmation Coulson is in the space base/prison/condo thing. We don’t know where the rest of the team is, who took them all, and why.

Are they physically together. I don’t want them separated but we have to have it on the radar. My gut is still they are together wherever they are since they have set up the healing arc for Fitz and Jemma helping him with it.

We also have to watch and see where they are in their relationship. I don’t think the writers will split them up…if they do…there are just no words and it will be the straw that broke the camels back for more that one fan. I’ve also done a number of metas as to why that trope makes zero sense. So I’m going to think positive and we don’t go with the overused trope and we rather see them healing together and working together to get home and get to THEIR happily ever after.

My now slow burn theory is that we eventually will see Fitzsimmons chose each other over the job and will step away or step back within Shield. A would be another factor in that and I can see it fitting in, for now we just wait and see.

#aos speculation #fitzsimmons #aos season 5 in space #baby fitzsimmons

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