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indeedcaptain · 6 months

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Spirktober 2023, day 27: Scratches

Buh-bam: here's another little drabble. Behold: Bones finds out.

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“Bones, please, it’s not a big deal. They just sting a little bit.”

“Not a big deal? Jesus, Jim! Would you have even told me if Uhura hadn’t ratted you out?”

“No, I wouldn’t have! Honestly, I didn’t even know they were there.”

“There is blood! Coming through your shirt! How did you not know they were there?”

Jim scratched the back of his head, staring at the bioscanner beeping cheerily next to him. His heart rate, blood pressure, and temperature all looked great. He didn’t have any broken bones. He was in an excellent mood. But Uhura had seen a tiny bit of blood staining his command golds and gasped, “Captain!” loudly enough for the rest of the bridge crew to turn to look at him and voice their concerns.

All, of course, except Mr. Spock, who had refused to turn to see what was happening, staring dutifully into his sensors instead. Jim had deputized him to take the conn and departed for medbay before he could laugh.

Unfortunately, Bones did not think the blood on his shirt was as funny as he did, and he was rapidly running out of excuses.

“Was this from an away mission? Did someone with a grudge come after you in the gym? Let me see, Jim---”

“Bones, stop! It’s fine! I swear, I would have told you if it was serious, and it wasn’t serious!”

“Oh, so you do know where they’re from?”

Jim bit his lip and refused to meet Bones’s eyes. “I don’t know,” he said unconvincingly. Bones planted his hands on his hips, raising his eyebrows.

“Alright, then!” Jim pushed himself to his feet. “Since it’s all fine and nothing is wrong, I’ll just go home and change---”

“Don’t you even---”

Jim tried to duck out of the way, but Bones was faster. He caught the back of Jim’s collar in one hand as Jim twisted away, and with an almighty rending of fabric the damn shirt tore halfway down his back. If he ever met someone from Starfleet Fabrications and Material Construction he was going to have words with them. The number of shirts he had ripped on this mission alone…

Bones stared in disbelief at his exposed back as Jim fought and lost to the rising flush on his cheeks. “So I’ll be going now,” he said.

“Jesus, Jim,” Bones said again, softly. “Someone did this to you.” Bones gently reached one hand up, and the look on his face was so distraught that Jim knew he had to tell him the truth before he assumed something far worse.

“No, it’s not like that. It wasn’t in anger.”

The distress drained away immediately, replaced with suspicion. The extended hand clenched into a fist and was returned to Bones’s waist as the good doctor regarded him with narrowed eyes. Jim’s face burned hotter and he knew he was as red as a summer tomato, but he held eye contact.

“Someone clawed at your back hard enough to break the skin, and it wasn’t in anger,” Bones said.

“That’s correct, doc.”

Bones eyed the scratches on his back --- that Jim truly had not known were there, hadn’t even registered them as painful in the moment--- and then Jim saw, in the dawning shock and amused horror on Bones’s face, the pieces coming together. This wasn’t exactly how he had intended to tell his best friend that he had finally managed to successfully woo his first officer, but the truth will out.

“Well, at least that’s a relief,” Bones finally said. “Whose hands are so damn big?”

“Can I have another shirt, please?”

Bones finally turned away from him, heading towards the storage closet. Jim followed. “I would appreciate your discretion, doctor,” Jim said.

“In what, Jim? Your adventures across the galaxy aren’t exactly a secret. You don’t normally sleep with crewmates, that’s true, but I suppose…”

“It’s not like that this time, Bones,” Jim said.

“Not like that? Who am even I talking to right now?” Bones muttered, pulled a new black t-shirt from a box in the closet, and turned back to him. Then Jim saw Bones’s eyes fixate on his face and shoulders and take him in--- his flushed cheeks, his half-smile, the scratches on his back that had been left by someone with great strength and enormous hands. He grinned wholeheartedly as Bones spluttered.

“Jim Kirk, you did not.”

“Oh, but I did,” he said, with great delight, and took the shirt from Bones’s limp hands. “And I intend to do it again. And again. Maybe forever.”

“Stop,” Bones said immediately, throwing his hands into the air. “I don’t want to know any more. Matter of fact, I don’t want to think about this topic at all.”

“Are you sure?” Jim teased, following Bones back out into the main Medbay. “I thought you wanted to know what happened. Weren’t you so worried just a moment ago? Can I at least get an antiseptic?”

Bones grabbed a tube of antiseptic from a biobed drawer and threw it at him. “Get out!”

“You’re not going to help me?”

With a withering look, Bones turned to disappear into his office. “Get your boyfriend to do it.” “Maybe I will!” Jim called, and Bones slammed the door in his face. He was having an excellent day, and it wasn’t even lunchtime. With a spring in his step he departed. Maybe he would call Spock to help with the antiseptic. They were due for a few conversations, anyway.

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marlinspirkhall · 2 years

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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]

#spirk #spirk fanart #spirktober #trektober #thats right I'm blending two prompts because this is the only drawing I'm gonna do this month lmao #I started this in June just before art block hit me and I did a bulk of the colour and background while I was sick with covid #close-ups and additional info to follow #image id #spirktober 2022 #trektober 2022

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oneiroartsworld · 2 years

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SPIRKTOBER

sorry I'm so late XDD

DAY 1 HANDS

#my art #star trek #spock fanart #star trek fanart #spirk #spirktober2022

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ao3feed-spirk · 7 months

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Posterboy Posturing

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50482495 by Lupo (LupoLight) The admiralty decided pin-up posters were a good idea to boost engagement and recruitment numbers for the academy. A few people disagree, a few whole-heartedly agree and then some. It goes about as well as expected: which for once is without any problems. For Jim and Spock- Gaila on the other hand is suffering. Day 1 of Spirktober2023 - Uniform/The Chair Words: 2936, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Spirktober2023 Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk, Gaila (Star Trek: Alternate Original Series), Nyota Uhura Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, Christine Chapel/Nyota Uhura Additional Tags: Spirktober, Spirktober 2023, spirktober2023, posing, POSES, Photography, Photo Shoots, Uniforms, Suggestive Themes, (mostly just spock and kirk flirting a lot), no beta we die like pike read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50482495

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #spock/kirk #kirk/spock #spirk #spockxkirk #kirkxspock

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harmonyparts · 2 years

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Spirktober day 1 ! Hands~

Hello! This is my first tumblr post. I'm new to tumblr and the star trek fandom, so my girlfriend got me to do inktober!

My gf's tumblr: @therestlessdogskull

My instagram is : harmony.p.arts

#star trek #spirk #spirktober2022 #spirktober #kirk x spock #harmonyparts #drawing #my artwork #gay #k/s

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sourirenoire · 2 years

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Spirktober 2022: Drabble Writing Challenge

Link to original post: https://at.tumblr.com/blairamok/made-a-spirktober-prompt-list-feel-free-to-join/z294y5s90nw4

Day Ten: Mindmeld

Sometimes Jim forgot Spock was an alien.

“Meld with me.” Spock’s voice was husky. They’d been kissing, hands slid up uniform tunics.

“You’re sure?” Jim swallowed. Spock gave a barely-there smile. “Yes, please Jim…” Jim’s heart skipped a beat. In the red lighting Spock appeared utterly alien; the curve of his ears and flared eyebrows were not human. Fear shot up his spine as Spock’s fingers made contact - he felt something in his mind…yet the presence was not unwelcome. As he relaxed the presence shifted - it felt like desire - Jim kissed his first officer, the sensation reverberating through the meld.

#spirktober 2022 #star trek #spirk #kirk/spock #k/s #the premise #drabble #drabble challenge #fanfiction #fanfic #star trek fanfiction #my writing #mildly nsfw?#mindmeld #vulcan mindmeld

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1shirt2shirtredshirtdeadshirt · 1 year

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Day 25: Old & Married for Spirktober 2022

Bonus:

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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blairamok · 2 years

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spirktober day 2— sparring

[ID: An illustration of Kirk and Spock from Star Trek, dressed in red gym pants. They are facing each other and look to be in the middle of sparring. Spock's arm is hooked around Kirk's neck, one of Kirk's hands gripping its bicep, and Kirk's other arm is grappling around Spock's back. Kirk is smiling cheekily as they lock eyes. /end ID]

#my art #spirk #spirktober2022

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indeedcaptain · 6 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.

#spock #spirk #kirk #tos #my writing #spirktober2023 #spirktober #k/s #kirk/spock #kirk/spock fan fic #k/s fan fic #space husbands #star trek fan fiction

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therestlessdogskull · 2 years

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Spirktober 2022 Day 1: Hands

I’ll be participating in Spirktober with my girlfriend @harmonyparts! Hopefully she’ll help me to remember to post consistently lol

#spirk #spirktober2022 #spirktober #k/s #Kirk/Spock #Kirk x Spock #star trek TOS #my art #dogskull art

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kikutrashcan · 4 years

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Inktober/Spirktober (part 3)

What do you mean, it’s February already ? Doesn’t matter ! I still have a lot of theme to go through, and I indend to ! You guys can take this as a gift for Valentine’s day ! (what-? Valentine’s day’s over too ? Oh, man.) The drawings are taking me more and more time to complete, as I’m trying to get better at backgrounds. Also, I’m having fun experimenting with new supplies ! (what is money anyway)

Hope you’ll like it ! Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone ! <3

(Also, I’m considering posting the drawings one by one, instead of doing a master post every 5-6 drawings. What do you think ?)

[Part 1 and Part 2 here !]

Day 14 : Soulmate AU - Or the AU that wasn’t actually an AU because they are soulmates, it’s canon, thank you for coming to my TedTalk. Spock unlocks Spock!Prime’s memories stuck inside Jim’s head through a mind meld, and both of them realise they’re actually each other’s T’hy’la

I think this is my favourite drawing of Spirktober. I’ve always loved the concept of T’hy’la, of a universal constant that it’s Jim and Spock’s destiny to meet in any reality. Same thing for the idea of Spock!Prime accidentally giving some memories of his relationship with his captain to Jim, like “Woops, sorry bro, you weren’t supposed to see that, lol” Also, mind meld ? Yeah, man, awesome stuff. It was also fun drawing scenes seen in the movies, love it !

I also want to credit @t8oo and @djiange as I used some of their marvelous drawings as references (because I don’t know how to draw people kissing and... hands ?? Wtf are hands, anyway ???). If you like Spirk, I advise you to go check their art, it’s beautiful.

Day 15 : Furry AU - Captain Puppy!Kirk and his First Officer Cat!Spock go through purrfect adventures (okay, that was terrible).

I was really anxious about this theme as I’m not really into furries, and i’m usually terrible at drawing animals. But while searching for some references, I stumbled onto some Zootopia fanarts, and realized a drawing mimicking Disney’s animal style could work ! Overall, it was pretty fun to do, even if that’s not the drawing I love most. I also didn’t really know what to do with the background, but I decided to keep it for maybe later, just as the first drawings I did for Inktober.

Day 16 : RPG/Fantasy AU - Princes Spock and Kirk decide to team up to beat up the dangerous creature terrorizing the fantasy world.

I spent weeks on this drawing, because I actually didn’t know what to do ! I did a bunch of sketches, but I was never really satisfied. I also wanted to do a more elaborate background, maybe showing the inside of a cave, but I didn’t feel like doing it. But this is also were Clip Studio came into play ! I downloaded it some time ago, and it’s absolutely amazing, especially thanks to the 3D models, that can help create references. It’s a blessing for me as I usually rely on pictures and fanarts found on the Internet. I also brought back the outfits from the Fairy Tales AU, because I really like them, and they fit in this theme too ! All in all, a difficult drawing that came up to be pretty fun when I knew what I was doing (so... rarely).

Day 17 : Mirrorverse - Everyone fears James T. Kirk, captain of the ISS Enterprise, and his First Officer Spock, who seems to hate his captain as much as he loves him.

You guys, I looooove the Mirror Universe. Especially the kind of love/hate relationship between Kirk and Spock. I had a bunch of ideas for this drawing, but I preferred to keep this first idea : the menacing captain who seems to be in charge, but is in fact hidding a much greater threat, who could make him the most powerful man on Terra by killing all of his enemies, as much as just snapping his neck at the first sign of betrayal (what do you mean, it’s not what happened in TOS ?). I love this drawing. I think the red pen as well as the blue and gold glitters were perfect for this.

Also, the uniforms were mainly inspired by @leifor‘s art for her fanfic trilogy “Mirror, Wall, Door” which I absolutely adore. Go check it out, it’s awesome.

Day 18 : Heroes/Villains AU - Jim, San Fransisco’s most popular hero, keeps tracking Spock, a Vulcan villain and his rival, to make him turn and get him to the good side.

Honestly, what is a background ? I really liked the concept of this drawing, and I like the foreground, but getting started on the background was so hard, because I wasn’t sure of what I was doing. I’m bad at this. However, designing heroes/villains outfits for Kirk and Spock was really fun. And yet again, I can’t resist putting glitters all over the place. Anyone that looked at my drawing was very surprised because “Kirk’s got a BELLY” “Of course, he does ! It’s Kirk ! He’s chubby”. I love his tum. But for some reason, Spock seems smaller on the photograph than on my drawing, and the colors of the background are really weird ? I should learn to take a correct photograph for my traditional drawings.

Next theme will be Cowboys/Spaceboys ! I already have an idea of what I’m gonna do, and I bet it’s gonna be fun !

Hope you guys have a great day/afternoon/evening !

#spirk #inktober #spirktober #star trek #jim kirk #james t kirk #spock #Spock S'chn T'gai #this is taking so much time #but there's life and even if i want to i can't just spend my days at home drawing #i wish i could #i love those two tbh

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