NarchostAeglos

After Nightmare Cuddles            You tossed and turned in your sleep. “No, please, no.” You breathed out as you practically thrashed around on the double bed. You murmurs drew the attention of the rooms two other occupants. Dean looked up in your general direction with annoyance and sleep clouding his face. His features changed to concern when he realized that you were having a nightmare, and a bad one at that. Dean looked over at Sam, whose face was lit by the laptop he had been doing research on. Sam’s face was contorted with worry. Their eyes met, and a rare moment of understanding passed between the two brothers. Bot

(y/n) has logged on. (y/n) has started a chatroom. Scotty has logged on. Chekov has logged on. (y/n): Hey Pavel! Chekov: Hi, (y/n)! (y/n): Guess what day it is tomorrow~ Chekov: Oh crap. It's April Fool's Day, isn't it? (y/n): Yep! Chekov: I wish that holiday was never invented. (y/n): Why not?! Chekov: Your pranks are way too extreme! (y/n): Oh, please. My pranks are fine. Chekov: Last year you put my toothpaste in my shampoo bottle and my shampoo in my toothpaste. (y/n): That was funny though! Chekov: Or the time when you stole all of Kirk's uniforms, and he had to walk down to the Bridge in just his underwear. (y/n): I like

(y/n) has logged on. (y/n) has started a chatroom. Kirk has logged on. (y/n): KIRK Kirk: Yeah? (y/n): YOU'VE GOT TO HELP ME! Kirk: What? Why? What's going on? (y/n): BONES IS MAKING ME DO PAPERWORK Kirk: hahahaha (y/n): PLEASE! YOU'VE GOT TO HELP ME! Kirk: LOL you made that mistake when you decided to start working in Med Bay (y/n): Dammit Jim McCoy has logged on. (y/n): SHIT McCoy: (y/n) what are you doing? (y/n): nothing McCoy has changed their name to Bones. Jim: hahaha Bones: Dammit (y/n)! Change my name back! (y/n): lol no Bones: I need new friends Chekov has logged on. Kirk: Oh hey Chekov! What's up? Chekov: You'v

     You had been going through new, uncharted territory for the past week now, but nothing had been happening. No new planets to explore, no aliens to fight - even Spock was getting restless, and that's saying something.     You walked into the bridge and saw that you weren't the only one who was bored. Spock was making a castle out of cards that was now two feet tall (who DOES that?), Chekov was playing a computer game, and Kirk was... sleeping?     Seriously?     You walked over to the captain's chair and said in a loud voice, "Captain, a Klingon ship has come out of warp. They have locked weap

     Everyone on the Enterprise was very careful this week. It was that time of month, and pretty much anything would set you off. So far the only thing that calmed you down was chocolate (A/N: thank god for chocolate). But Kirk had an idea - and because of that, the crew found out that they really shouldn't mess with you. - Yesterday -     You stormed out of the room after yelling at Kirk (again). Once you were out of earshot, he turned to the others on the bridge.     "I wonder what would happen if we stole (y/n)'s chocolate?"     Bones looked at him like he was speaking a different language. "Are you mad?!" He said. "This is her cho

A/N: Battle Of The Five Armies Spoilers! In light of the last fic I posted, here is something slightly in the opposite direction. “I’m going over the wall.” Kili proclaimed, “Who’s coming with me?” There was a rallying cry among the Company to join their kin but it was short-lived as Thorin ordered them not to engage. “Stand down.” He said firmly, receiving quizzical looks from each of the dwarves. “Are we to do nothing?” Dori questioned as Thorin proceeded towards the stone steps. “(Y/n), is down there.” Fili reminded. “She made her choice.” Thorin repl

You were all tossed into prison cells. Thorin sat quietly wondering about how much time they had lost in their quest, Bofur narrated their pretty obvious situation, and you were shoved into a cell with Fili. You thought to take it as an opportunity to smother him with ‘motherly love’ since he and Kili were deprived of it on this journey but decided against it for now. “How long do you think we’ll be here?” Bofur wondered out loud. You walked around your cell door and sighed at the question, “Longer than we’re supposed to.” You scoffed. Thorin wasn’t paying much attention to Bofur’s

Caution - It's a bit steamy but that's all, I promise! “(Y/n),” Thorin said from across the room, “Have you seen my sword?” Your wedding with Thorin was tomorrow and you were busy sorting through the finalised wedding invitations by the table. “In there.” you replied while pointing over to the wardrobe. Instantly, you had Thorin’s arms wrapped around your stomach and his head over your shoulder. You could feel his warm breath tickle the skin of your neck and closed your eyes. “I wasn’t talking about that sword.” He whispered. You giggled and turned around in his arms to face him

Set in Erebor, pre-Smaug - where all is good! You had just finished showing off the latest armour designs for Thror’s army and were making your way through the magnificent halls of Erebor to get back to your home in Dale. The instruction from your father was very specific: present plans to the King and return home with the feedback. There was no room for the usual distractions of watching the army train, stealing desserts from the kitchen with Dwalin and – most importantly – Thorin Oakenshield. Your father was very serious about the latter. He knew all too well of what the Mountain Prince meant to you and vice versa. But h