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it-spirk-to-me · 8 months
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#spirktober2023
Hey everyone! Since I haven't seen one yet, I figured I'd put one out there early enough anyone could join in! It's the whole month of October for Spock/Kirk attention! So for anyone who enjoyed Spirktober last year, we go again!
There are two prompts for each day to give everyone something to work with- feel free to do as many or as few as you'd like! I'm super excited to see everyone's work!
Day 31 I imagine is a free day! There's no rating limit, just let the Spirk ship sail!
Please tag with spirktober2023 or spirktober on here, twitter, or AO3- I will try to make a collection off of that tag on AO3 and reblog everything I can catch here!
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Day 25: Old & Married for Spirktober 2022
Bonus:
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Other Spirktober 2022 prompts:    
Day 1: Hands
Day 2: Sparring
Day 3: Away Mission
Day 4: Underwater
Day 5: Chess
Day 6: Rank Swap
Day 7: Dancing
Day 8: Shore Leave
Day 9: Regency AU
Day 10: Mindmeld
Day 11: Date Night
Day 12: Flirting
Day 13: Snow
Day 14: Hiding
Day 15: Comfort
Day 16: Touching
Day 17: Hair
Day 18: Kissing
Day 19: Protect
Day 20: Garden
Day 21: Pon Farr
Day 22: Fantasy AU
Day 23: Spooning
Day 24: Mirrorverse
Thanks again to @blairamok for the prompts!
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indeedcaptain · 6 months
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Spirktober 2023, Day 4: Water
Two in one day! Who is she? She's powerful! I chose water for the theme of today because the idea of Spock learning to swim was irresistible. I hope you enjoy!
Also posted on AO3 here.
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Kirk had promised Bones that there was nothing on this planet that could possibly impact their away mission, which, upon reflection, was nearly certainly why things had gone sideways as soon as the shuttle entered the atmosphere. 
It was a milk-run day, as the bridge crew called their less eventful assignments from HQ. They were on the edges of Alpha Quadrant, taking samples of air and water and microbiological life forms from a planet that hadn’t so much as developed a millipede yet. 
The funny thing was, Kirk mused, as Spock carefully guided their dead shuttle towards the endless ocean beneath them, was that if they had decided to beam down to the surface instead, everything would have been fine.
But there was something in the atmosphere that had changed the combustion rate of the engine (“A 0.00085% chance of occurrence, captain,” Spock had said calmly as the engine stuttered into silence) and had derailed their plans for an uneventful couple of hours on the surface of the planet. They hadn’t even taken security officers. Spock’s favorite scientists were monitoring some high-touch fungi growth experiment, and Kirk knew that Spock himself was curious to study a planet so early in its development, so they had elected to go, just themselves. Like a date, Kirk thought, watching Spock expertly slow their fall with the shuttle’s emergency parachute, deploy the inflatable underlayer of the shuttle, and bring them to a careful landing on the surface of the ocean. Naturally our first date goes to hell immediately. 
Spock checked the readouts from the dashboard of the shuttle and raised one eyebrow. God, Kirk loved that eyebrow. “The composition of both the ocean and the air are astonishingly similar to Earth, captain. Certainly M-class, with a breathable atmosphere for oxygen-reliant life forms and a sodium-heavy ocean. Ambient temperature reads at ninety-five degrees Fahrenheit, and water temperature at seventy-eight. ”
“So it’s safe to go outside?” 
Spock hesitated. “Insufficient data. I am unable to determine what factor would have prevented the engine from continuing on impulse power.” 
“But I am not an engine on impulse power, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said, and smiled. He pulled his comm from his belt and flipped it open. “Kirk to Scotty. How are things up there?”
“Oh, just fine, captain,” Scotty’s voice said from the comm. “Everything alright down there? Looked like your engine turned off mid-flight.”
“Something like that, Mr. Scott. Is there anything on the Enterprise’s sensors about the atmosphere that we should be aware of?”
“Negative, captain. All normal readings for an M-Class planet, according to our Mr. Chekov. Shall we beam you up immediately?”
“Oh, leave us for a moment, won’t you? I don’t think there’s anything down here to cause us too much harm.” 
“As you like, captain. I’m sure Mr. Spock would appreciate the chance to take what readings he can.” Spock inclined his head towards the comm, but if Scotty’s consideration of his desires took him by surprise, his face didn’t reveal it. 
“Alright. We’ll check in by the hour. Someone ask Bones to be on standby, if you don’t mind.” 
Spock looked up, eyebrow at high alert, as Scotty asked, “Problem, captain?”
“Not yet, Mr. Scott. But I’d hate to waste the opportunity for a swim, and better safe than sorry. Spock says the water’s warm.” 
Spock spluttered, “I said no such thing, captain,” as Scotty’s cheerful laughter burbled over the comms. “I’ll let him know, captain. Enjoy yourself.” 
“Thank you, Mr. Scott. Kirk out,” Kirk said, and snapped his comm shut with his hip as he pushed himself out of the navigator’s seat. 
“Captain, your leaps of logic never fail to astound,” Spock said, hovering a half-step behind him as Kirk shrugged out of his tunic and pants into just his undershirt and boxer briefs. 
“Come on, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said, and turned to smile at him. “We’re already here. You wanted to take readings of the water. The water is perfectly warm, and it’s a sunny day. There’s not even so much as a jellyfish on this planet to sting me.”
They climbed out on top of the shuttle. The sun was warm against the black of Kirk’s t-shirt, and a light breeze from the direction he thought might have been landward ruffled the surface of the water. Spock, still dressed in science blues and even his boots, relaxed minutely in the warmth. 
“Nice weather, isn’t it?” Kirk said cheerily, and stepped towards the edge of the shuttle. It was less than five feet from the top of the shuttle to the surface of the water. He had dived from higher platforms on Earth for fun before. Spock peered over the edge of the shuttle next to him. 
“Will you join me, Mr. Spock?” Kirk asked. “You’ll have to get closer to the water than this if you care to take samples.” Spock gave the water a side-eyed glance that bordered on distaste, and then it dawned on Kirk. 
“You don’t know how to swim!” 
“Vulcan is a desert planet, captain,” Spock said stiffly. He had his tricorder gripped tightly between both hands. “Swimming would have been an illogical use of a limited and necessary resource.”
“Well, this doesn’t look like a limited resource to me.” Kirk sat on the edge of the shuttle’s roof and slid down towards the inflated platform that kept the shuttle from sinking. It rather reminded him of an inner tube from his childhood. It was rough under his bare feet, and the water that splashed up was pleasantly warm. 
Spock peered down at him from where he remained on top of the shuttle. Kirk looked up at him and planted his hands on his hips. “How were you planning on taking these samples without getting in the water, Mr. Spock?”
“Starfleet standard-issue boots are waterproof, captain. I would have merely remained on the shore and taken samples from the shallowest points.” 
“Ah, but then your samples would have been half-sand, anyway. If you come down here, you’ll get water. Better for your research, I think.” 
Spock narrowed his eyes. He knew when Kirk was teasing him, but Kirk didn’t think he minded as much as he used to. “Come on, Spock,” Kirk said, and held his hand out. “I’m not going to let you drown.” 
Spock didn’t take his hand, but that didn’t surprise Kirk. He did carefully slide down the side of the shuttle to join Kirk on the inflatable, however. “I am significantly more dense than you, captain. Should I fall off and sink, you’d be better off asking Mr. Scott to beam us out.” He levered himself carefully to a seated position, cross-legged, with his back against the shuttle and his tricorder pointed at the water. For a moment, Kirk had a mental image of a child-sized Spock, sitting cross-legged in the desert, watching some sort of insect under a magnifying glass, and his heart twinged. He turned away from his science officer and dipped one foot in the water. It was warm, and slightly gritty---just like he remembered oceans on Earth. He launched himself off the inflatable and into the water. When he resurfaced, Spock was wiping water off his tricorder screen with the edge of his sleeve and frowning at him. 
“I’m sorry, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said, laughing. “Did I ruin your readings?” 
“No,” Spock said stiffly. Kirk smiled at him and tipped his head back, allowing the air in his chest to pull him upwards so that he was floating on the water. Sunshine, and water, and a breeze---these were not normally things he missed while in space. Normally the sight of the stars around him and the comforting hum of the Enterprise’s engine were enough for him. But now, while he had the comforts of gravity and water and warmth, he found it surprisingly pleasant. So, listening to the familiar rustle of Spock doing some sort of science just a few feet away, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift.
When he opened his eyes a few minutes later, Spock had taken off his boots and rolled up his pants and was sitting with his feet dangling from the side of the inflatable into the water. Kirk paddled over and treaded water nearby. “What do you think, Mr. Spock?” 
“A curious sensation, captain, but not an unpleasant one.” Spock swung one leg forward, then the other, creating little ripples in the water. 
“I’ll teach you to swim, if you want to get in,” Kirk said. Spock hesitated. “It’s not hard, I promise. Human children can be taught to swim at only a few months old.” 
“I find that difficult to believe, captain.”
“It’s true! Something about it being a familiar environment after nine months in utero.” Spock considered this, and looked up at the sun in the sky above them. 
“I won’t let you drown,” Kirk said again. “I’m a good swimmer.” 
Slowly, so slowly that Kirk was certain that Spock was still considering the logic of submerging his desert-bred self into a body of water, Spock lifted the strap of his tricorder over his head and set it carefully aside. He tucked it against the wall of the shuttle and patted it once, like he wanted to be sure it wouldn’t fall off and float away, taking all his readings with it. Then Spock shuffled himself further towards the edge of the inflatable, peering down at the water. Kirk smiled at him encouragingly, and Spock gave one short, sharp nod. Then he shoved himself off the inflatable and dropped down into the water. 
Something that Kirk had noticed about his first officer in the two years they’d been working together was that the man was graceful beyond reason. Something about his height, his posture, or his strength made his movements seem measured, as careful as his speech was, every action intentional. Sometimes, when they sparred together or Kirk was able to see Spock fighting on missions, Kirk thought he was wasted as a Starfleet officer. He should have been a dancer instead. It was distinctly humorous, then, that the same grace did not translate to Spock in water. Spock’s head broke the surface only a second after vanishing; not even enough time for Kirk to have to dive down to grab him. His hair was a mess, matted down around his eyebrows, the pointed tips of his ears breaking through the black. He spat water out and immediately swallowed more, his wildly swinging arms created waves around them. 
“How are you doing, Mr. Spock?” Kirk asked, staying clear of his arms. He could only imagine that his legs were doing the same beneath the surface, and didn’t care to be kicked. 
“Poorly, captain,” Spock said. Kirk laughed until he cried. 
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Spock learned quickly, and after a few minutes was floating next to Kirk, looking up at the sky. The composition of the atmosphere was different enough that the sky was not the blue of Earth but closer to a teal, a color Kirk found most pleasing. He could feel the occasional swish of Spock’s hands through the water as he adjusted his equilibrium. 
The moment was broken with the crackle of his comm, and with a sigh he pulled himself back to the inflatable. He grabbed the comm and flipped it open. “Kirk here.” 
“Sorry to ruin your party, captain, but new orders just arrived. Someone --- or something --- crossed the neutral zone. We’re to rendezvous with the U.S.S. Valiant in two days, and Admiral Archer wants to speak with you.”
“Alright, Scotty. Give us a minute to prepare and then we’re ready for beam-up.” 
“Apologies, captain,” Scotty said, and then Kirk heard the disguised laughter in his voice. “But Archer wants you right this moment.” 
“Tell the admiral---” Kirk started, 
“No can do, captain,” Scotty said, and Spock sat upright as a peal of Uhura’s laughter came through the comm as well. “Locked onto your signal, beaming you up now.” 
“Scotty, I swear to---” 
Kirk and Spock materialized, dripping wet, in just undershirts and boxers, onto the transportation pad in front of a laughing Scotty and Chekov. Kirk was standing, as he’d had the good fortune to be upright when the beam started; Spock, who had been mostly horizontal in the water, was laying flat on his back. Kirk offered him a hand, which Spock roundly ignored in favor of climbing to his bare feet while his clothing squelched around him. He straightened and clasped his hands behind his back; the dignified posture did nothing for his hair, which dripped water steadily onto his forehead and down his nose. 
“Truly, my apologies, captain,” Scotty said, wheezing. “But Archer said immediately, and we’ve already got the shuttle in a tractor beam.” 
“Please ensure the safekeeping of my tricorder, Mr. Scott,” Spock said, in funereal tones. 
“Yes, Mr. Spock,” Scotty said. “Shame to lose any of the work you did.” 
“Indeed,” Spock said. He inclined his head to Kirk. “Excuse me, captain.” He walked away, and every step left a watery footprint behind until the door to the transporter room slid shut behind him. Only when Spock was gone did Kirk allow his own laughter to bubble out. 
“I’d like to be a fly on the wall when an ensign dares to do a double-take at him, gentlemen,” Kirk said. “Now let’s go see who’s starting trouble.” 
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harmonyparts · 1 year
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Spirktober- Hair! Kirk gives Spock a side part. How do you think he feels about that?
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sevvrael · 1 year
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late piece for the spirktober mirrorverse prompt
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marlinspirkhall · 1 year
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Beaming Up
Trektober Day 19: Transporter. Spirktober Day 19: Protect.
[ID] A digital painting of Spock kneeling on the transporter pad beside Kirk. He’s placing a hand on his leg, near a rip in his trousers through which you can see two large cuts. Kirk is smiling tiredly with his eyes closed, and he has two more cuts on his face across his cheek and above his eye. There’s mild bruising to his face, and he’s holding his left arm out in front of him, which has a bandage on it. He is surrounded by several golden-yellow specks of light, as he has just materialised on the transporter pad. A watermark in the bottom right hand corner reads M.H. [End ID]
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kayzowl · 1 year
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been working on some spirktobers. out of order, cause im a rebel
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Spirktober 2022 Day 11: Date Night
My girlfriend and I went on a date to the aquarium a while back... then got Italian food...
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Top secret information, hidden in James T Kirk's diary (hidden in the padding of his mattress, under his bed on the left)
1 – Few people know it but Spock is not a morning person. If he hasn't meditated before getting up, he's absolutely grumpy until he's had his tea. Jim, who is a ray of sunshine with his eyes barely open, takes care to cuddle his sulky lover with a plaid and a tea he prepares before his coffee.
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2 – After the events of "Journey to Babel", Jim and Amanda became very good friends. They secretly exchange letters where they give each other advice on how to appease their recalcitrant Vulcans. They have, over time, become very accomplices and tell each other almost everything. For Amanda, Jim is her second son, she is very happy that he is at Spock's side.
Spirktober @blairamok​
DAY 14 - Hiding
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frandomly-trash · 1 year
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lol you ever read the killing time by della van hise?
made for @blairamok’s spirktober day 6: role reversal :,)
(don’t repost, reblogs appreciated but also ooh you wanna read this book so bad)
Image description: [A two-panel flat colored digital drawing without text, based on the Always Sunny in Philadelphia meme where one guy recognizes the other in a restaurant in shock. The first panel shows Kirk, in a blue tunic with bags under his eyes looking shocked. He’s standing near the entrance as if he hd just entered the rec-room. The second panel shows Spock, in a yellow tunic looking back, similarly surprised. Spock is surrounded by other crew members in the panel, pausing in the middle of handing a crewman a padd when he sees Kirk. The crewman is confused, with a ? symbol in front of him.
crew member desc in second panel: In the foreground of Spock, a Trill with blue hair is walking off screen, talking to someone. Two women, a Vulcan and a Bajoran are conversing. In the background from left to right: A Bajoran is talking with Uhura over replicator food, a Vulcan and an Andorian are playing space connect-four, and a friend group of a Katellan (dog), a bipedal cheetah, and a human are playing yuu-gi-oh.]
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sstorkk · 1 year
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Spirktober day 1, Hands
I drew this on my phone with my fingers lmao, fits the theme
What if Spock were mad, so Kirk helped him calm down?
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it-spirk-to-me · 8 months
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spirktober2023
anyone know of some spirk fic events that take aos fic??? i was looking to see if spirktober2023 is up or not but blair doesn't seem to be running it this year.
i managed to actually do it last year(i still don't know how to share fics on this site anymore) and would to get started on that or any event. send help
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Day 24: Mirrorverse for Spirktober 2022
(Also kind of surprised when I realized this is my first time drawing Mirror Universe Kirk and Spock? Wow.)
Other Spirktober 2022 prompts:    
Day 1: Hands
Day 2: Sparring
Day 3: Away Mission
Day 4: Underwater
Day 5: Chess
Day 6: Rank Swap
Day 7: Dancing
Day 8: Shore Leave
Day 9: Regency AU
Day 10: Mindmeld
Day 11: Date Night
Day 12: Flirting
Day 13: Snow
Day 14: Hiding
Day 15: Comfort
Day 16: Touching
Day 17: Hair
Day 18: Kissing
Day 19: Protect
Day 20: Garden
Day 21: Pon Farr
Day 22: Fantasy AU
Day 23: Spooning
Thanks again to @blairamok for the prompts!
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indeedcaptain · 5 months
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Spirktober 2023, day 23: Married
HELLO HERE IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS! Fluff, kisses, schmoop, weddings, etc.
Also posted on AO3 here!
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“James Kirk, you are not getting married in sweatpants.” Winona stood, aghast and agape, in the middle of the kitchen. 
“Mom, we’re on shore leave. I didn’t even bring a uniform home, let alone a dress uniform. And they’re joggers.” 
“Absolutely not. I forbid it. Spock’s parents are going to think that you were raised in a barn.” 
“This is a farm! You did raise me in a barn!” 
Winona threw up her hands and turned her back on him in disgust, peering out through the window over the sink to see how George and Lieutenant Sulu were faring with the barn in question. Nyota sidled in beside him and watched James and his mother square off in the kitchen. 
“What did you intend to wear, Spock?” 
Spock crossed his arms over his chest. James’s t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. “My uniform.” 
She side-eyed him. “You brought your uniform on shore leave?”
“It is logical to be prepared,” he said stiffly. He did not add on the fact that he had not even considered the idea that he would have confessed to his feelings for the captain, let alone acted on, consummated, and committed permanently to those feelings, and brought the uniform in the case that he had to return to San Francisco earlier than planned to avoid discussing them at all. 
“That won’t do,” she said. Louder, she said, “Winona, I’ll take them out to get suits.”
“Nyota, as far as I can tell, you are the only sensible person on the whole crew,” Winona said, and James rolled his eyes. 
Nyota recruited McCoy to assist, shepherded James and Spock into the backseat of George’s truck, and drove them into downtown Riverside with only minimal grumbling from James.
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Suit shopping was a more complicated affair than Spock had imagined. He had not known that there was a human tradition about not seeing one’s future spouse in their wedding garments ahead of time, so Nyota had sent James and McCoy to one store before dragging them to another. He had allowed James to steer much of the planning process, as there had not been very much to plan, and now that he was being asked for his opinion he found that he did not know what he wanted. 
The events of the day, week, month had deviated so drastically from what he could have possibly imagined that he was having a difficult time imagining what came next. He could picture James in a suit easily: dashing, handsome, smiling, an image from several diplomatic missions that he had carefully ensconced in his memory. But he was unable to picture himself in the same attire. Despite the time they had spent over the past month talking, clearly communicating expectations and desires and plans for their shared future, he could not imagine himself in a human suit at the end of the aisle. Somewhere, deep in his mind, the remnant echoes of T’Pring’s disdain and her cruelty during the kal-if-fee iced over his joy.
He very much wanted to be married. He was less sure of how to want to have a wedding.
After the third suit Nyota brought to him evoked no reaction, she took the garment from his hands, laid it down, and sat down next to him. 
“This isn’t working for you,” she said. She sat close enough that he could feel the warmth of her arm against his. 
“I have never before thought about a wedding,” he said. “A human wedding was never an option for me.” She looped her arm through his and clasped her hands together. 
“What are you looking forward to most?” She asked. 
“Our bonding,” he said immediately. This answer he knew. “James has agreed to a mating bond--- I believe he desires it as much as I do. That is what I look forward to most.”
“That sounds beautiful, Spock,” she said quietly, and she laid her head on his shoulder. “Wait!” She pulled out her padd and searched for something. “I have a better idea. No suits.” She stood abruptly, hung the abandoned suit on the return rack and strode from the store. Spock followed her, bemused, as she called a thank-you to the clerk and flung the door open. 
Nyota followed the map on her padd until they arrived at a small, brick-fronted building. There was no discernable signage, but Nyota pushed the door open. There was a melodic tinkle from a bell above, and they stepped into a dusty room. 
There was only one person in the entirety of the store, and they sat on a stool behind the register, shrouded in the dim light. It wasn’t until Spock and Nyota approached and the shopkeeper turned that Spock was able to see that they were not human either, but Andorian. 
The woman smiled, and as she sat up straighter her antennae became more apparent. “Welcome to Secondhand Silks,” she said. Her face was lined with wrinkles, and her hands were dappled with dark blue age spots. “Is there anything I can help you find?” 
“Yes,” Nyota said confidently. “Anything from Vulcan?” The woman smiled, eyes and antennae flicking to Spock. “Of course,” she said, and she led them deeper into the store. 
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It was not logical to be nervous, especially in front of Nyota, and yet he felt a twinge of something in his abdomen as he dressed out of the changing room to face her and the mirror. 
Her eyes went wide. “You look beautiful,” she whispered, and she came to stand next to him as he beheld himself in the mirror. 
This garment was right, in a way that the suits had not been. It was traditionally Vulcan, in a way that the suits were not. It was deep green, and the front was beaded, and the collar was asymmetrical and created a line from his neck down the left side of his torso. Tails flowed down his thighs and draped against the trousers, which were the same deep green. It fit him as if it had been made for him.
“I would like this,” he said. “This is right.” 
“Yes,” Nyota said affectionately. “It is.” 
The Andorian woman wrapped it up and Nyota purchased it for him (“it’s a wedding gift, Spock, don’t fight me on this”) and by the time they met McCoy and James back at the truck the sense of overwhelm that had threatened him earlier was gone.  
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Apparently humans were not supposed to see each other the night before their weddings either, which Spock did not appreciate, but he had acquiesced when his mother and Winona teamed up to assert that it was important. For the first time since his first night in Iowa he laid in the bed in the guest room by himself. 
So much had changed since that first night. He remembered the way James had almost reached for him, and had not--- they had not been in the habit of touching each other then. He had been so prepared to keep his hands clasped behind his back for the entirety of the trip, to call James ‘captain’ the entire time, in order to maintain both his professional decorum and the privacy that had hidden his true feelings from James. And all of those shields were gone now. He was allowed to touch James and be touched, to accept the human comforts he had never expected to be offered, and he had discovered an entirely new side of James in the process: one that would allow himself to be cared for by Spock, held and cherished. 
He would accept one night apart in exchange for the promise of sharing a bed with James, wherever they may go, for the rest of their lives. 
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Some feat of engineering had been accomplished in the barn by George and Montgomery Scott, and when Spock walked in with his parents it was as though he had walked into a cloud of warmth and light. String lights swung between the ceiling beams. Amanda and Sarek walked one step ahead of him, hands gently in the ozh’esta, and he followed them: the Vulcan tradition symbolizing how a parent leads their child on a path of logic. As they entered, his friends stood to look at them, and over Sarek and Amanda’s shoulders he could see their smiles. 
They progressed down the aisle. His parents stepped to the side as they reached the front row of the folding chairs that George and Winona had hustled from somewhere, and he bent to accept a kiss on the cheek from his mother before continuing forward to stand beneath the chuppah that his mother had brought from Vulcan. It was the same one that she had used at her own wedding, and it had crossed over thousands and thousands of lightyears over thirty years to be hung in James’s parents’ barn today. Spock thought it was fitting for two such as they, who would spend more time on a spaceship together than they did on any single planet, to be married beneath such a spacefaring fabric.
Then James entered, and all other thoughts vanished. He wore a suit, and he was beautiful. He was accompanied by his parents, and he was beautiful. There was nothing else in the room but James, and the warm golden glow of his eyes and his smile and his hair, and he was beautiful. He glanced around at their friends, and he smiled at them as he saw them all, and then his gaze landed on Spock, waiting for him.
There you are, his eyes said. I’ve been looking for you. He walked with his parents down the aisle, and he kissed his mother and shook his father’s hand and kissed him too before depositing them in the chairs next to Spock’s own parents, and then he turned to meet Spock beneath the chuppah. 
“James,” Spock said quietly, taking his hand. “You are exquisite.”
“You look amazing,” James breathed. “I can’t believe we’re here.” Spock pulled him closer until they were chest-to-chest and wrapped one arm around James’s waist. 
“Are you ready, ashayam?” 
“Hell yes,” James said, and Spock heard a few of their friends laugh at his characteristic eagerness. Spock intertwined their fingers. 
“Parted from me and never parted, never and always touching and touched. We meet at the appointed place,” Spock said, and lifted his hand to James’s face. 
James breathed in deeply. “Parted from me and never parted, never and always touching and touched. I await you.” He tilted his head, allowing Spock access to his psi-points. 
Pressing slightly into James’s mind, Spock said, “I would bond with thee, ever, and always touching and touched.”
He felt James’s mental agreement even before James whispered the words back to him, and then they were both gone. 
Golden and midnight blue, twisting together, shimmering into a thousand million sparks until they were both standing before each other, no longer in the barn or on Earth but somewhere for just them. James looked around them. “It’s not usually so clear,” he said in wonder. 
“No,” Spock said, watching him, feeling James’s excitement through the air between them. “This is deeper than we have gone before.” 
“Dirty,” James said conversationally, and took Spock’s hand.  
“Are you prepared, James?” Spock asked. 
“I think I’ve been ready for this for a long time. I knew from the moment we met that you were important to me, and every day since then has just confirmed what I already knew.” He squeezed Spock’s hand. “Spock, I’m a better man when you are with me. Even before this trip, I would have done anything to keep you at my side. All I want for the rest of my life is for us to explore together.”
Spock squeezed his hand in return. “James, you have shown me the best of humanity, even when I could not accept it in myself. It was serving alongside you that I finally understood where I fit in the universe. There was and is nothing that could take me from you.”
James’s eyes shone with warmth and tears. “Bond us, Spock.” 
Spock raised his other hand to James’s face and placed his fingers on his psi points. “This may be uncomfortable,” he said. “Psi-null individuals frequently find deeper psychic connection to be difficult at first.” 
“I trust you,” James said, and he kept his eyes on Spock’s as Spock said, “Ever and always---” 
But he did not have time to finish the sentence before James’s mind was opening to accept him. The warmth of James, his optimism and joy, his love and affection and faith, flooded outwards, basking him in sunlight. 
“Touching and touched,” James said, and he raised a hand to Spock’s psi-points, mirroring the gesture on Spock’s face. As his fingers brushed the psi-points, the world around them exploded in light.
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For one second, Spock became aware of himself and James, still pressed against each other. His hands were both on James’s face, and as their friends and family watched James lifted his hand to Spock’s cheekbone. 
“Touching and touched,” he said, and his fingers found Spock’s psi-points. Psychic energy cracked between them, sparking. Then Spock’s hands, still around James’s face, began to glow. The glow, green like Vulcan blood, grew from his hands and flowed down his forearms to his shoulders, up to his own face and James’s hand. When they were both covered in the green glimmer, Spock felt it erupt between them: a permanent mental bond, deeper than anything he had ever felt. It was deeper than the childhood bond he had shared with T’Pring; it dove deeper into his mind than any healer or elder ever had; and it was anchored deeper within him than even his familial bonds with his parents. James’s eyes widened, reflecting the glow of the psychic energy. 
In Spock’s mind he felt every memory they shared flowing down the bond: the first day they met on the Enterprise, every away mission, every time they had put their bodies in between the other’s and danger, every vigil sat in Medbay, chess matches and meals, late nights of paperwork and condolence letters and a thousand of James’s easy smiles. Friends, brothers in arms, lovers. 
“T’hy’la,” Spock whispered, and James surged forward to kiss him. Under the chuppah, in front of their friends and family, James held his face in both his hands and kissed him as boldly as if they had been alone. Spock slid his hands into James’s hair and around his waist and kissed him back as the people who loved them most cheered. 
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The Kirk family farmhouse had never been so full of laughter and merriment as it was on that day. James remained glued to Spock’s side, with a glass of champagne in one hand and Spock’s hand in the other, basking in the celebration. Joanna hung off his waist and had demanded an introduction to Spock, and she had offered a terrible but endearing imitation of the ta’al and said that she liked his eyebrows.  
“I tried to teach her on the train ride up,” McCoy said gruffly, watching his daughter wind through the legs of the adults but somehow always manage to locate James. “Fine motor skills are still developing.” 
“Her attempt is deeply appreciated, doctor,” Spock said. “It was considerate of you.” 
“Yeah, well,” McCoy said. Spock waited, but the rest of the sentence was not forthcoming. He stood next to Spock and watched Nyota and Christine charm James’s parents and catch up with Captain Pike.
“Funny about them too,” he said eventually. “I told Christine not to pine after the bridge crew, Lord knows the lot of you are heartbreakers, but maybe I was wrong.” He glanced at Spock sideways. “Maybe I was wrong about all of you.” 
At another point, Captain Pike and Number One sidled up to Spock, and Una tapped her glass against his. 
“So this was the time-sensitive assignment Kirk pulled you off to when you bailed on me? Being wooed?” 
“It seems so, captain,” Spock said. “My apologies. I had intended to assist with your cadets, but James has a habit of deconstructing my schedules.” 
“No apologies necessary,” Pike said. He and Spock watched James, who had begrudgingly been separated from Spock to have a conversation with Sarek and Amanda across the room. Sarek had yet to indicate his approval or disapproval, but Amanda was beaming at him, taking both his hands in her own. “I can’t think of a single person who would be better for you, Spock. You balance each other.” 
“Thank you, captain,” Spock said, and he meant it. 
Over the course of the evening, their friends floated through the house and out to taxis that would take them to their hotels in Riverside proper. Winona had offered Sam’s bedroom to McCoy and his daughter with only a few tears shed, and McCoy had embraced her for it. Amanda and Sarek stayed in the guest bedroom, Spock rejoined James in his bedroom, and Nyota and Christine had been installed on the pullout couch in the living room. 
James sprawled on his bed, watching Spock carefully remove and fold his wedding garments. “I have one more thing for you,” he said, and he reached into the top drawer of his bedside table. 
“Is it more lubricant? That bottle must be nearly empty,” Spock said, placing his wedding garments onto the dresser and coming to lay beside James on the bed. James rolled his eyes at him and pulled out a small, black, velvet box. 
“Har, har,” he said. “No, it’s something else. I wasn’t sure, culturally, if this would work for you, but once I thought about it… I had to ask.” 
“I would appreciate anything you give me, James,” Spock said, but he beheld the small box curiously. “What is it?” 
James opened the box and held it out to him. Within were two metal bands. They were a silver-blue--- Spock estimated tritanium--- with a different metal inset in the middle that he could not identify by sight. 
“Wedding bands,” Spock said softly. “You want--- to display that we are married?” 
“Only if that’s alright with you,” James said. He pulled one out, with a slightly smaller diameter than the other. “If you want it, this is for you. Do Vulcans wear wedding rings?” 
“Vulcans do not,” Spock said, and before the flash of disappointment that he felt though the bond could appear on James’s face, he continued, “But I do.” He offered his hand to James, whose smile was as soft and loving as anything Spock had ever seen. James took his hand and slid the ring onto Spock’s finger. 
“I ordered these after the first night you slept in my bed,” James said quietly, running his finger over the band on Spock’s. “They’re tritanium--- like the Enterprise--- and meteorite. I always thought meteorites were a little romantic… that even though so much of space is just a vacuum, a tiny piece of something landed on a little planet somewhere and was noticed.” He looked up at Spock before looking down again, blushing slightly. “Like us. Even though we’re from different planets, we still found each other.” 
“James,” Spock said softly, and reached out to brush his other hand across his cheek. “Do not be embarrassed. I would be honored to wear your ring.” He pulled the other band out of the box and lifted James’s hand.
James’s breath caught in his throat as Spock slid the ring onto his finger. “You ordered these the night after we slept together for the first time?” Spock asked.
“Yes,” James whispered, and he threaded their fingers together so their rings clicked together gently. Spock pulled James to him and caught his lips with his own before pulling James down to lay on his chest. James laid his hand over Spock’s ribs, his ring laying over his heartbeat. 
“I still can’t believe you agreed to come with me,” James sighed after a few minutes, and drummed his fingers against Spock’s ribs. “You might have stayed in San Francisco and I would still be pining after you and all of this would be a distant dream.” 
“I never would have stayed,” Spock said. “The decision was made as soon as I saw you standing at my door. James, I would have followed you wherever you had asked.”
James propped himself up on his elbow, eyes searching Spock’s face. “Honestly?” 
“Honestly, captain,” Spock said. James laid back down. Spock pressed a kiss to the top of James’s head, just as James had to him on the first night they made love. 
“You haven’t called me captain in weeks,” James said. “I almost missed it.” 
“I will call you captain as frequently as you would like,” Spock said. “Captain.” 
“It’s our wedding day, Spock. Call me ‘husband’ or something.” 
“As you wish, Captain Husband.” 
As James’s laughter rumbled against his chest, James’s soft hair brushing the underside of his jaw, and James’s hand with its wedding band resting possessively against his heart, Spock closed his eyes. As he fell asleep with his bondmate in his arms and a wedding ring on his finger, he thought that he was going to be forever grateful for every plan of his that James had ever disrupted, because every disruption had led him here. 
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Spirktober day 7: dancing!
This one was fun because of the dramatic lighting, odd thing though is that it looks different on my computer! I hope y’all can see the shapes and colors clearly since it’s a dark setting.
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Day 2: Sparring
For Spirktober 2022 prompt
[ Support me with coffee ☕ ]
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