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indeedcaptain · 7 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.”

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

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lipstickonmylabcoat · 3 months

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My gift for @vreenak as part of the 2024 @startrekwintergiftexchange. Sorry for the delay. Hope you enjoy.

Fire and Melting Ice

Colonel Kira and Romulan Senator Cretak meet, flirt, stand-off and fall in love through a collection of senryu and tanka poems.

#startrekwintergiftexchange #star trek fan fic #kira nerys #kemaracretak #kira x Kemara

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bamfspock · 2 years

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FIC MASTER POST (to be updated)

Know All Your Enemies

Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 351,857

Pairings: Jim Kirk/Spock, Spock/Nyota Uhura, Jim Kirk/Carol Marcus, Jim Kirk/Gary Mitchell, Jim Kirk/Original Character, Carol Marcus/Leonard McCoy

Summary:

Being able to read someone's mind doesn't mean knowing them, as Jim finds out. Being forced to navigate the fallout of a terrible tragedy while fighting to stop a large-scale threat doesn't help. What will it take to protect what matters? Will the Federation survive it? Will Jim?

And will the growing connection between he and Spock bring them together before it tears them apart?

Tags: T'hy'la; Telepathy; Telepathic Jim; Eating Disorders; ARFID; Tarsus IV; Academy Instructor Jim; Section 31; Alliances; Dadmiral Pike; Dadmiral Archer; Starfleet Academy; Murder Investigations; Amanda Grayson Lives; Jim has a lot of high-profile penpals; Slow Burn; Endgame Jim/Spock; Multiple POVs; Primarily Jim POV; Background Relationships

WARNINGS: Explicit discussions and descriptions of a restriction-type eating disorder (ARFID); discussion of involuntary weight loss; murder of children; genocide; eugenics; child abuse (physical and emotional); descriptions of dissociative states; descriptions of panic attacks; discussion of sex as self-harm; mentions of pedophilia; mentions of other self-harm behaviors; discussion of suicidal ideation; graphic violence; minor character death; sanist language

READ IT HERE!

(BONUS: My meme-ified preview post)

A Weary Traveler

Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 27,619

Pairings: Jim Kirk/Spock

Summary:

"Of course you're not," he says, which sounds patronizing but his tone isn't, like he's stating a fact. "But I saw you come in and had to say hi."

She narrows her eyes, because between that and his 'guess'..."Do I know you?"

The bar is a little too dark to be sure, but he does look awfully familiar.

"Not yet." He crosses his arms, and she realizes he doesn't have a drink. "You will, though."

Jim keeps jumping through time.

Tags: Time Travel; Non-Linear Narrative; Mentions of Restriction-Type Eating Disorder; Tarsus IV; alternating povs; T'hy'la; Bad Fake Physics; Brief Jim/Bones; No Uhura/Spock; canon character death

WARNINGS: non-specified restriction-type eating disorder; mentions of involuntary weight loss; child abuse; brief discussion of hypothetical sex between a minor and adult

READ IT HERE!

Red Sky In Morning

By a-really-good-lawyer (BAMFspock)

Fandom: Daredevil (TV); The Defenders (TV); The Avengers (Marvel Movie)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 500,593

Pairings: Matt Murdock/Frank Castle, Matt Murdock & Peter Parker, brief Matt/Natasha

Summary:

"You ever been tired, Red?"

Captain America and his allies are allowed to come out of hiding under the terms of a stripped back Sokovia Accords, overseen by a newly-rebuilt SHIELD. An agreement is struck, and four Avengers are assembled once more.

Then Midland Circle Financial falls, and they find Daredevil among the ruins.

Identity revealed, Matt is forced into his own agreement. But SHIELD has a hidden agenda, and it's not the only organization making its move. A long-hidden secret is slowly working its way into the light, and now the race is on to find the truth.

Matt just wishes he'd never escaped from Midland Circle.

Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Rape/Non-Con; Post-Defenders AU; Sokovia Accords; Mystery; Conspiracies; alternates between present time and flashbacks; Matt-Centric; multiple POVs; Hurt/Comfort; Angst with a Happy Ending; Found Family; Matt being protective of kids; like so many kids; flagrant perversion of Marvel comic canon for plot purposes; some AU NMCU Punisher references; Teamwork makes the dream work; mostly ignores other NMCU/MCU shows except Iron Fist S1

WARNINGS: Discussions and portrayal of suicidal ideation; discussions and portrayal of sexual assault; allusions to and some portrayal of self-harm behaviors; discussions of trauma; discussions and portrayals of depression; discussions and portrayal of dissociative states (DP/DR); mentions of depression-related weight loss; allusions to and discussions of child abuse; portrayals of non-consensual drugging; ableism; sanism and sanist language; eugenicist talk; graphic violence; depictions of adults and children in captivity; depictions and discussions of eugenics; discussions of substance abuse; rated M for themes and sexual content

READ IT HERE!

#bamfspock #star trek fan fic #star trek aos #know all your enemies #KAYE #a weary traveler #a-really-good-lawyer #red sky in morning #RSIM #daredevil fan fic #daredevil

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frankencanon · 10 months

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Star Trek AU (inspired by the popular headcanon about Vulcan hands and their "sensitivity") where Bones accidentally ends up becoming Spock's reluctant knight-in-shining-armor by virtue of being the only person on the entire Enterprise who actually knows enough about Vulcan anatomy to know precisely why touching a Vulcan's hands is considered such a taboo —

— because as much as Bones detests the hobgoblin he's not going to just stand there and watch as people attempt to (unknowingly) molest the idiot...

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This idea was intended to be Gen but if you're interested in romance I can see two ways this can play out — one with Bones/Spock (Spones) and one with Kirk/Spock (Spirk).

Click the "Keep reading" to know more.

For the Spones AU I can see Spock slowly falling for Bones as he repeatedly defends/protects Spock, even though Spock knows for a fact that Bones doesn't like him. The fact that Bones is willing to do all this for someone he doesn't even like, maybe even hates... Spock slowly starts acting more amicable and appreciative towards Bones, which —

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1. Spones

— like two voice-mimicking dolls repeating a phrase back and forth as the words get more and more distorted —

— Spock's newfound amicable-ness towards Bones leads to Bones becoming more amicable in turn, and the more they learn to tolerate each other, the more time they spend together (often after Bones has just saved Spock from some asshole by claiming to need him for something and then dragging him off), the closer they find themselves becoming...

Spock probably falls in love first in response to Bones' reluctant knight-in-shining-armor routine, while for Bones he falls slower, as he gradually finds himself becoming more and more fond of Spock now that they're no longer at each other's throats all the time, and are thus finally able to have a real conversation — or many conversations — leading to the realization that the other isn't so bad afterall...

2. Spirk

If you're fond of misunderstandings and jealousy, then you're probably gonna love the idea I had for the Spirk AU:

Basically, Spock and Bones' sudden closeness/amicable-ness, combined with the way Bones keeps jumping to Spock's defense and randomly dragging him off to who-knows-where, leads to the rest of the crew becoming convinced that the two of them are in a (secret) relationship.

And at first Kirk can't figure out why them being together bothers him so much — shouldn't he be happy for them? Shouldn't he be relieved to see his two best friends getting along? But it's not until he finally identifies his feelings as jealousy that he suddenly becomes aware of the crush that he's been unknowingly harboring for Spock.

Once he realizes that, he starts forcing himself to pull away from Spock — he forces himself to stop all the casual touches and unintentional flirting he hadn't even realized he'd been doing until then — now that Spock and Bones are "dating" he doesn't want to accidentally get in between them or somehow damage their relationship.

Meanwhile, all of this is of course incredibly confusing for Spock who doesn't understand why Kirk is suddenly distancing himself from him — acting more formal and less familiar with him, avoiding touching him, dropping the casual banter and late-night chess matches —

Did he do something wrong? Why is Kirk suddenly pulling away from him?

Cue a whole host of misunderstandings between these two idiots in love that all eventually culminates in a grand reveal — perhaps someone, maybe Kirk, finally mentions Spock and Bones' supposed "relationship" in front of them, only to be met with immediate confusion and denial — which is then of course followed by a grand love confession by either Kirk or Spock, which is immediately and enthusiastically reciprocated.

THE END. :)

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sad-gay-cowboy · 2 years

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Even in Space it Can Get Spooky

Prologue

The Observer wanders through the halls of the Enterprise, waiting, watching its inhabitants do their tasks dutifully. Bustling about, often passing through the Observer without a second throught, without even an idea that anyone else was even there at all. No one had noticed them in all the time that they’d occupied the ship in the manner they did.

No one, save for the Vulcan.

It was purely accidental how the Observer had found out someone was able to notice them. They’d been refamiliarizing themselves with the ships halls and inhabitants, the Observers memory was a fickle thing, when they’d wandered into the Vulcans peculiarly decorated room.

He’d been meditating.

The Observer had studied him for a moment before he’d opened his eyes and abruptly got up walking towards the space the Observer was occupying with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t looking at them specifically, as if he couldn’t really see them, but rather that he felt a presence.

The Observer had been ecstatic, they were being perceived! Finally! Oh, it had been so very long.

But they couldn’t speak.

They’d forgotten how.

Surely they’d known at some point, surely they had spoken. Yes, yes, of course they knew, they talked in depth all the time with--

But they’d forgotten that too.

All they could do was helplessly will that the Vulcan could somehow pierce the veil and see them clearer. Maybe get someone who would know what to do. Maybe--

Then the room door had slid open and a man in a green wrap around shirt with that gold Starfleet symbol shining bright. It seemed to be taunting the Observer, for what they did not know. The mans eyes seemed to brighten as they landed on the Vulcan, though just as quickly confusion entered his face as he took in the fact that the other was standing still staring at the corner of the room.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your meditation Mr. Spock.” Ah, the name of the Vulcan. “Though you’ve changed your technique I see.”

“Captain-” He begun to say, turning to the new man. The Captain.

“Spock, we’ve talked about this. When you’re not on active duty, you call me Jim.”

The Vulcan, Spock, even with the carefully constructed facial expression seemed flummoxed. “Most unorthodox.”

“Humor me.” The captain, Jim (after all the Observer wasn’t on duty, or at least they thought they weren’t.) replied with a contained smile.

“As you wish...Jim.” The word seemed, while new, comfortable in Spocks mouth. “To answer your question, I had been meditating but got interrupted.”

“I hope not by myself.”

“No.” Spock turned back towards the Observer. “A presence.”

Yes! The Observer wanted to scream. Yes! That’s me! Please, see me, I beg of you!

“Or, at least I thought there was...” What? No, no, no, you have to see me, please it’s been so long, you felt me before, please you, you have to- “I’m not certain.”

“Well Mr. Spock, those are words I never thought I’d hear from you.” Jim said grinning slightly.

“I don’t relish having said them.” Spock admitted reluctantly as he turned away yet again.

“No, I expect you wouldn’t.”

“Did you need something Ca-Jim?”

“Oh yes, I came to see if you would like to grab dinner? Wouldn’t want my first officer going hungry.”

“I can go prolonged periods of time without consum-”

“Spock.” Jim interrupted. “So you want to grab something to eat with me? If you’re not to busy with your ghost that is. I enjoy being in your company.”

“I don’t believe in the haunting spirits you call ‘ghosts’“ He paused. “But I would find getting dinner with you, acceptable.”

The Captain gave a light laugh. “I’m glad I’m acceptable. Shall we go then?”

Back then, the Observer had wanted to chase after them, make Spock feel them again. But they hadn’t, they didn’t think they could take the disappointment, the crushing weight that they’d been left with was overpowering.

Since then they’d worked to remember Spock, and the Captain Jim, remember their faces and names. They’d worked to ground themselves, to stay focused, they needed to stay focused. They pushed themselves to interact with small physical objects, to affect something, because they now had a goal.

They had to show that they were there.

For they’d been alone like this so long, in this agonizing state, and now?

Someone had seen them.

Hello! This is my first time writing some fanfic in a hot second. This is going to be a six chapter fic (counting the prologue that is), and hopefully should start the beginning of a larger fan fic series I write.

I hope to have all of it published within the next week, universe, school, and everything else permitting that is.

I will soon have this published to AO3.

#star trek #star trek TOS #star trek prompt #star trek fanfiction #fan fic #star trek fan fic #halloween #Halloween Fanfic #Star Trek Halloween #Star Trek Halloween Fanfic #spock #kirk #spock tos #kirk tos #The Observer - OC #TOS

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blue250604 · 2 years

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Oh…. I did a fic thing….

Title: A Gazzup?

Summary: What the hell is a Gazzup?

#star trek fan fic #star trek picard #seven of nine #raffi musiker #seven x raffi #raffi x seven #ao3 #star trek picard fan fiction #star trek fan fiction

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spirk-trek · 2 months

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Sharing the Sunlight Fanzine & Novel | Drawings by Chris Soto, 1992

Entire work available to read here!

Editorial note from author Jenna Sinclair:

"I have been in love with the Star Trek universe and its characters for twenty-five years now. I wrote my first 'novella' in the seventh grade. Over the years I wrote sporadically, mostly in my head, never, ever satisfied, knowing that there was an elusive 'something' I was unable to grasp. But then I discovered K/S! Unbelievably, it took me a good twenty-three and a half years to do it! I felt as if I had been working on a puzzle all that time, and finally the pieces flew naturally into place. Like just about everybody else, I became obsessed. In six months, I read about 200 zines (yes, I was broke and suffering from eyestrain), and then I sat down to write an established relationship short story, as a way of saying 'thank you' to all the K/S authors, artists, and editors who had given me so much pleasure. That story refused to be written, and this first time novel came flowing from my pen instead. The first 120 pages were composed on a 25 year old typewriter which lacked a 'k,' a '/', and a '-'. You try writing a novel with Kirk, Spock, and other fairly essential words without a 'k'!"

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celestialvoyeur · 6 months

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💛💙SPIRK FIC REC - MY FAVOURITES💙💛

As a follow up to my recent post about how few fics make it to my favourites list, and how special they are to achieve that distinction, I decided to share my current list.

I’ve shared some of these individually in the past but here you’ll have them all together.

If you've read any of these already then I'd love to hear your thoughts on whether you loved them as much as I did! 🥰

(NB: these are not listed in any order of preference. Mostly it’s the reverse order in which I read them)

Leave No Soul Behind by whochick Words: 258,951

AOS, AU Canon-Divergence. Spock, Kirk and the other valiant members of the Emergency Personnel Ambulance Service fight to save lives and turn the tide of the ongoing war against Nero and his fleet before it’s too late. Such a beautiful slow burn for Spock and Kirk.

Atlas by distractedKat Words: 135,529

AOS. Follow on from 2009, Kirk, Spock and the rest deal with the aftermath of Nero’s attack and rebuilding after the decimation of the ‘Fleet and Academy. An exciting tale with twists and turns involving black ops, bad-mirals, action, love and fierce loyalty.

The Lotus Eaters by aldora89 Words: 93,594

AOS. Stranded on a planet together, with multiple dangers and very little hope of rescue, Jim and Spock have no choice but to rely on each other to survive. Spectacular plot, amazing world building, fabulous original character and an epic slow burn Spirk love story!

With Your Feet on the Air and Your Head on the Ground by flippyspoon Words: 39,188 @flippyspoon

SNW. A phenomenal Spirk fic in which Kirk is stuck in Spock's mind while the crew work to find a way to retrieve his body. A wonderful getting to know you/falling for you hard tale. Wonderfully written and highly entertaining.

Evolution by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) Words: 149,293

AOS. Covering the first year of their 5 year mission, this is totally flawless. The character voices are perfection, the prose spectacular. The whole thing plays like an AOS movie. It’s phenomenal.

Emotions by LadyRa Words: 35,569

TOS. Spock gets drugged on a shore leave and is overwhelmed with its effects. Kirk tries to pick up the pieces. A beautiful, and wonderfully grounded, story of realising how much they mean to each other.

And When the Bond Breaks by LadyRa Words: 24,631

TOS. Spock takes out a shuttle to investigate an anomaly and returns to an Enterprise that’s not his own. Time travel shenanigans with such emotional depth that it will traumatise you in the best way. Stunningly good!

All Our Tomorrows Come Today by flippyspoon Words: 18,156 @flippyspoon

SNW. A newly introduced Jim and Spock accidentally get a glimpse into the future and see what they’re going to be to each other (a.k.a. Spirk’s Greatest Hits). A stunningly told story about finding the great love of your life.

I Won't Make That Mistake Again by Moreta1848 Words: 69,402 @jennelikejennay

SNW/TOS. An epic story detailing Spock and Kirk’s love throughout their lives, beginning from their meeting on Pike’s Enterprise (SNW) and continuing on to an eventual Generations fix-it happy ending. Wonderful!

No Going Back, No Before by spirkme Words: 78,486 @spirkme915

SNW/TOS. Timeline shenanigans, spies, twists & turns, pining, angst, sacrifice and so so much love!

The 1,000 Hour Sleep by spqr Words: 27,227

SNW. Jim’s been infected with a pathogen that means he can’t sleep, but it he doesn’t he’ll die. Cue Spock and his Vulcan telepathy helping Jim to achieve the sleep he needs, while they get to know each other within their shared mindscapes. A sweet and exciting story about falling in love and overcoming your own inner demons.

First Best Destiny by Ophelia_j Words: 387,733

TOS/TNG. Such a very special fic. Epic in its scope, it covers the entire timeline of Spirk from their very first meeting through to a clever and satisfying Generations fix-it ending. It provides extra scenes, additional dialogue and internal monologues to expand on existing canon in a really compelling and effective way. Truly this is my new TOS canon.

The Steadfastness of Stars by itsnatalie Words: 61,566

AOS. After Beyond, The crew investigate sudden climate change on a frozen planet and find more than they bargained for. The perfect mix of great plot, fun original characters, action, mystery, world building and deep deep love.

Let Forever Be by gunstreet Words: 43,446 @gunstreet

TOS. A really compelling character study of James T. Kirk. An excellent companion piece to City on the Edge of Forever. Exploring what Jim and Spock got up to, and all they had to overcome, while trying to find Bones and their way back home.

Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Words: 138,921

SNW. Kirk spends a 6 month rotation on the Enterprise as part of his command training. OK, if there’s a favourite of my favourites then this may be it. It’s such a stunning version of their love story, with a beautifully constructed plot. It runs the emotional gamut from moments that will have you laughing out loud to moments that will have you in floods of tears.

milk and honey by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Words: 28,651

SNW. Kirk and Spock meet for the first time when they wake up in a prison cell together. A really fun, and extremely clever, version of the ‘aliens made them do it’ trope. It’s intriguing and funny with a real depth of feeling throughout.

The Promised Land by gunstreet Words: 58,260 @gunstreet

TOS. A story that explores the time Jim and Spock spent apart between the end of the 5 year mission and TMP. It’s a beautiful story of reunion and renewal of love. Sometimes achingly sad, but it’s worth it for the happy ending.

Again, if you've read any of these already then I'd love to hear your thoughts on whether you loved them as much as I did! 🥰

#star trek #spirk #k/s #kirk/spock #spock #james t kirk #k/s fanfic #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic rec #star trek tos #star trek aos #star trek snw #aos spirk #tos spirk #snw spirk

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there is not enough Picard fanart on the internet and I am fuming

so naturally I did a study

#I want this man to rail me so hard where are all the fics #I know Im like 30 years late but CMON #do I have to do everyhting myself #tng #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #st tng #jean luc picard #jean-luc picard #captain picard #star trek picard #picard tng #star trek #star trek fanart #fanart #fan art #traditional art

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maybeamultiverse · 10 months

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War Birds: The Final Conclusion

Jolan'tru all.

I finally completed 'War Birds' (Letant x Reader). You can find the final chapter and epilogue here. I hope you guys like it.

#war birds #war birds letant #letant #senator letant #romulans #ao3 #ds9 #picard #fan fic #star trek #star trek fan fic

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indeedcaptain · 7 months

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Spirktober 2023, day 1: Uniform

I will catch up after missing the first two days if it kills me. I told myself that I would write my own personal novel but I am fixated on these guys right now. Behold! More fan fiction!

Also posted on AO3 here.

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Kirk had been in San Francisco for six months. His time on the U.S.S. Farragut had ended, and his new ship had more time in spacedock before they would set out on their five-year mission, to explore new space and push the boundaries of Federation knowledge. And he would be there, leading the charge, as the youngest captain in Starfleet history. His father had been so proud, and his mother so worried. Sam had been… well. He had been himself, which was all he would ever be.

Kirk was worried too, if he were being honest with himself, but he was trying to remind himself of the similarities between his old and new postings instead of focusing on the differences. The U.S.S. Enterprise was the same class of ship as the Farragut. The officers’ mess would have the same ten replicators. His quarters would be different, larger, and in a different location, but the mattress and sheets and smell would be the same. The uniforms would be the same. Almost everything would be the same, except for the people and his role among them. He even had gotten to know the ship and some of the crew ahead of time, thanks to his sojourns with Captain Pike through his various misadventures. He reasoned that he could take on his new level of responsibility without too much fuss.

Four days before the U.S.S. Enterprise was scheduled to take off on her journey, his new crewmates began to arrive in San Francisco and either come say hi or introduce themselves to him. Newly promoted Lieutenant Uhura threw herself into his arms with congratulations when she returned from visiting her grandparents in Kenya. Bones arrived from Georgia a few hours afterwards, bearing moonshine and tales of Joanna’s exploits. Slowly they trickled into the city and HQ grounds, with new faces mingling with the old. Uhura positioned herself at Kirk’s side and introduced the ones she knew to him, whispering details that might be helpful to him into his ear as they departed. She knew who was secretly dating, who couldn’t work alongside each other, and who was most likely to break anything fragile. With every detail she was able to slide him, he felt a little less overwhelmed by the prospect of guiding three hundred people successfully through the black and a little more excited to get started.

Three days before departure, a package landed on the doormat of the apartment Starfleet had furnished him with. He picked it up as he arrived back from a dinner out with Uhura and several of her Xenolinguistics friends, hefting it up into his arms as he wrangled a padd out to tap against the lock.

Inside, he dropped it on the kitchen table, located a pair of scissors, and sliced into it. It was printed with official Starfleet logos, so it must have been something related to the mission. Inside were four sets of a new uniform, with a note on top.

Captain Kirk,

Congratulations on your promotion and taking command of the U.S.S. Enterprise. As your unique mission will take you beyond where finding adequate replacement uniforms will be convenient or possible, the Fabrications team has taken this opportunity to outfit the Enterprise crew with new, more durable, and more functional uniforms.

Please let us know if you discover any issues with their construction at your earliest convenience.

Best wishes on your journey.

Starfleet Fabrications and Material Construction

Kirk pulled the top uniform out. The material was certainly thicker than he was used to, but it stretched in the same way, and the gold of command was a warm, cheery hue. He pulled out the matching pants and, grinning, made his way to his room to see how captaincy fit him.

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It’s not that there was anything wrong with the uniforms, per se. They were comfortable, durable, and flexible. The colors were right. They fit him well. He could feel the clever measurements within them as he bent his knees and elbows experimentally, moving through his range of motion and found no areas of discomfort.

It was just, he thought as he frowned at himself in the mirror, that they weren’t particularly flattering. He had thought, despite his best efforts to quash any public displays of vanity, that the old uniforms had helped him cut quite the striking figure. But the new uniforms had softer, less visible seams, and fewer panels. The outcome was that they were undoubtedly more useful for extended action, more difficult to rip, and likely easier to repair.

But they also made him feel like a child again, round like only a farm boy could be, weaning play clothes that he could get dirty without upsetting his parents.

It’s fine, he told himself. It’s not like there was a common Earth saying about “the clothes make the man.” He was not a self-conscious teenager and it didn’t matter if his clothing made him feel like a child again. They were useful for his mission.

But that didn’t mean that he had to like them.

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The uniform had not grown on him, but he was wearing it as Montgomery Scott, new chief engineer of the U.S.S. Enterprise, beamed him aboard for final review. The enthusiastic Scotsman pumped his hand and led him down into engineering. Kirk found himself buoyed from department to department by the momentum of his crew, everyone wanting a moment of his time to tell him about their experiments, or ideas, or questions for their trek. Their excitement was infectious, and (despite all of them looking like babies to him in their soft uniforms) Kirk was thrilled to see each and every one of them.

Finally he ended up on the bridge, surrounded by his hand-picked command crew: Lieutenant Uhura on communications, the Russian baby genius Chekov for navigation, the ace pilot Sulu, Bones, who was supposed to be in Medbay but was following Kirk around with a hypo just for the hell of it, and ---

“Where is Mr. Spock, Uhura?” Kirk finally asked, when there was a moment of silence.

Uhura looked down at her padd. “He should be here any moment, he was on his way back from---”

The turbolift door slid open, and Spock stepped out. Kirk hadn’t seen him in over a year: not since his last time on the Enterprise when she was still Pike’s ship, when Spock had saved his ass in a firefight and Kirk had promised Pike afterwards that he would convince Spock to be his first officer if it was the last thing he did. He looked just as Kirk remembered him. Spock was tall and dark and broad, steady and familiar and comforting. There was a happy jolt in Kirk’s stomach as Spock turned to him.

“My apologies, captain,” Spock said. His dark eyes were warm as he looked over Kirk. “I just returned from a visit on Vulcan. My mother was less than enthusiastic about my departure.”

“It’s good to see you, Spock,” Kirk said. He could feel his affection radiating out of his face, but he was powerless to stop it. Spock inclined his head, and walked from the turbolift to the science station, which whirred to life at his approach. He placed his hand over the power panel almost fondly, with his back to the rest of the bridge crew.

Kirk felt his mouth dry out. Had Spock’s legs always been so long? Had his ass looked like that before, or had he gotten stronger in the intervening year? Had his shoulders always tapered to his waist at that angle; had his fingers always been so agile; had the blue of the science shirt always set off the soft green undertone of his eyelids like that? He realized that he was staring and pulled his eyes away, and if Uhura smirked at him then he would pretend he didn’t know what she had seen.

As he settled into the captain’s chair, his captain’s chair for the first time, Kirk thought that he might be convinced of the merits of the new uniforms.

#spirk #k/s #kirk/spock #star trek fan fic #my writing #spirktober2023 #spirktober #Kirk Likes Spock's Butt and That's It

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My belated contribution to the 25 Days of Voyager and Prodigy event @25daysofvoyager. My day was 19 December. Sorry it’s a bit late!

A collection of tanka poems for my original pairing of Janeway and Ensign Rita Tompkins.

Christmas Delights

Rating - teens and up

Merry Christmas! 🎄 🧑‍🎄

#25 days of voyager and prodigy #25daysofvoyager #christmas #tanka poetry #tanka poem #kathryn janeway #Kathryn Janeway x original female character #star trek fan fic #startrekvoyager

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mothdogsart · 5 months

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Today I finally finished the fanbinding project I started back in October 😅

This is a fanbind of Atlas, my favorite ever Spirk fanfiction and a loving portrait of the mote of sunlight that is AOS Jim Kirk. This fic was written by @distractedkat and can be read on AO3 (Tumblr isn’t letting me add a link on mobile.)

The text block was kettle-stitched and typeset completely from scratch in Word, and the dust jacket was designed in Canva Pro. I realized I forgot to take a picture without the dust jacket, but it’s cloth bound in a navy linen bookcloth from Amazon.

I’m really proud of how tightly this bind came out compared to my wonky first attempt! Now my partner and I can reread this amazing story in physical format for years to come 🥰

#spirk #fanbinding #fan binding #bookbinding #Star Trek #Star Trek aos #aos spirk #Jim kirk #james t kirk #captain kirk #Spock #commander spock #spirk fanfiction #spirk fanart #spirk fic #spock/kirk #text

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Towels Are Illogical

A Star Trek: Lower Decks fan fiction inspired by speculation about the lack of shame and modesty in the lower deck bunk corridors.

This story is tame, does not include detailed physical descriptions, and, with creative directing, could even be in an episode of Lower Decks.

Nonetheless, it has characters in casual states of total undress, and some suggestive moments.

Therefore, reader discretion is advised. Story after the “Keep Reading”.

Towels Are Illogical

By Dan Shive

Boimler’s troubles (or, at least, these specific troubles), began with the arrival of provisional officer T’Lyn.

As Boimler understood it, T’Lyn had transferred from a Vulcan vessel, and was Tendi’s “bestest science buddy”. T’Lyn didn’t look to Boimler as though she returned Tendi’s enthusiasm, but it was hard to tell with Vulcans. Boimler took Tendi’s word for it.

All of which was fine. Boimler was always happy to meet a new crewmate. He welcomed T’Lyn with open arms kept at a respectable distance.

No, the problem for Boimler was that T’Lyn turned out to be a trendsetter.

Naturally, not long after T’Lyn’s arrival, she made use of the sonic showers. As she set out to do so, however, she didn’t wrap herself in a towel. She simply undressed, stored her uniform, and started walking.

Changing clothes out in the open wasn’t unusual in the bunk corridors of the lower decks, nor was it that strange to not be in a hurry to get dressed again.

It was not uncommon, for example, for Tendi and Rutherford to get distracted in the middle of changing, and to have lengthy conversations while remaining in various states of undress.

It was, however, unusual to leave one’s bunk while still undressed as T’Lyn had done.

Mariner, with her usual lack of a filter, caught up to T’Lyn, and walked along next to her while wearing a towel. “Whoa, whoa, T’Lyn! You’re really going decloaked?”

T’Lyn raised an eyebrow. “Why would I have a cloak?”

“Sorry, sorry, turn of phrase,” While still outgoing and assertive, Mariner was a little awkward around T’Lyn. “A towel. I meant a towel.”

“Are these not sonic showers?”

“Well, yeah, they are, but…”

“To dry oneself off is unnecessary after a sonic shower, and it is illogical for me to cover myself. I feel no physical shame. Even if I did, we are about to shower together.” With what might have been a smile, T’Lyn said “decloaking is an inevitability.”

“Yeah… Yeah! You’re right!” Mariner declared. “I don’t need this!” She boldly whipped off her towel, and flung it over her shoulder. “I mean, I’ll hang on to it for now, don’t want to leave towels lying around the corridor, but yeah!”

Aside from a distracted ensign walking into a wall, this moment had little-to-no impact on others in the lower decks. It was later, after Tendi loudly expressed agreement with T’Lyn, and declared them to be “no-towel buddies,” that the idea started to spread.

As though it were the latest fashion, lower decker after lower decker stopped bothering with towels when walking to and from the sonic showers.

Even “towel guy” was now just “guy,” though he was still referred to as “towel guy.”

Tradition is a powerful thing.

Only one ensign, Ensign Boimler, was sticking to last season’s fashion. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he meant to go to the sonic showers, but was hesitant.

Everyone else not wearing towels bothered Boimler, but not for the reasons one might expect. Boimler was not, for example, overwhelmed by the sight of his exposed crewmates.

Back at his family’s raisin vineyard, Boimler was the most eligible bachelor around. Absurdly attractive women, often in states of partial, if not total, undress, threw themselves at him.

Boimler, hyper-focused on his future in Starfleet, and lacking patience in any failure to properly raise the raisins to be, remained completely oblivious. Without even meaning to, he had formed a callous around being affected by the nudity of others.

Tendi, Mariner, Rutherford, T’Lyn, or anyone else walking around in their birthday suits wasn’t going to power Boimler’s lust above impulse.

No, what bothered Boimler was he was the only one keeping himself covered at all times.

He’d mastered changing clothes without dropping his cloak.

His towel shields were up well before the eyes of others could impact his hull.

Not even Section 31 could know the secrets of Boimler’s hips.

But now, Boimler was the only one staying covered. He felt like a coward, and cowards had no place in the captain’s chair.

“A captain wouldn’t be afraid to drop the towel,” Boimler thought to himself. “A captain wouldn’t even bring a towel! They’d sit in the captain’s chair, naked as the day they were born, and do! Their! Duty!”

Unbidden, an imagined scene of Captain Freeman bravely commanding the Cerritos in such a manner played out in Boimler’s mind.

Boimler, his face red, quickly sat down. He hurriedly thought of other things, like the Niners playing baseball in a holosuite.

As it turned out, nudity combined with competent Starfleet officers on missions actually could awaken something in Boimler.

“Bases loaded, Rom bunts…” Boimler whispered, casting away the sexy demons.

Boimler, deliberately lost in thoughts of the Niners losing at baseball, and trying to remember how baseball was played, failed to notice T’Lyn.

T’Lyn was fresh from the sonic showers, and, as per usual, not wearing a thing.

She observed Boimler. His discomfort about the towel situation had not escaped her notice. While she felt her actions logical, she knew it was her influence that had resulted in his current dilemma.

T’Lyn felt… Found it logical to help Boimler.

“May I join you, Mister Boimler?”

“EZRI ON FIRST!” Boimler blurted, bumping his head on the ceiling of his bunk as he sat up straight.

T’Lyn raised her eyebrows, her expression otherwise unchanged. “My apologies. Are you injured?”

“No, no, I’m fine! Sit, sit! What’s up?”

T’Lyn sat on the end of Boimler’s bunk closest to the viewport.

“You are uncomfortable with the idea of not covering yourself.”

“Whaaat? Why would you… Why would you think? That?” Boimler’s smile would have earned him an invite to many a Ferengi’s poker table.

T’Lyn said nothing.

“Okay, fine, yes,” Boimler admitted. “I know it’s the 24th century, and it’s illogical, but—“ T’Lyn calmly interrupted with a raised hand.

“It is logical for me to not cover myself because I do not feel discomfort in this situation. Context, however, is relevant.” In a shocking display of expressiveness, T’Lyn gestured with one arm, indicating the bunks of the lower decks.

T’Lyn then used both hands to draw attention to her own torso. “Were I in this state of undress at a meeting with the senior staff, and they were fully dressed, I would find it…”

Almost imperceptibly, T’Lyn’s head tilted, and her face scrunched the tiniest of bits. To Boimler, this somehow conveyed a shudder.

“Illogical,” T’Lyn finished. She rested her hands in her lap, their shameless, illogical gesturing for emphasis complete.

Boimler imagined himself in T’Lyn’s place in that hypothetical situation, followed by Worf catching a flying ball.

“You, Mister Boimler, are not me. You should do what is right for you,” she said, imperceptibly gentle. “Discarding your towel as an act of conformity is illogical. It is only logical if you truly wish to do so, and only if you are comfortable being uncovered.”

Boimler smiled genuinely this time. “Thank you, T’Lyn. You’re right. I think I really needed to hear that.”

T’Lyn smiled. It was barely perceptible, but it happened. “You are welcome, Mister Boimler.”

“And you know what?” Boimler said, quickly standing, “I shouldn’t be ashamed! I’m not doing this for peer pressure! I’m doing this for me! Bold Boimler!”

Boimler triumphantly cast aside his towel, standing fully exposed in the lower decks corridor, hands on his hips.

Right as Beckett Mariner, fully dressed, had turned the corner.

“NOPE,” Mariner loudly declared. Turning around, her hands raised, she quickly departed the way she came. “Nope. Nuh-uh. No way.”

Boimler felt a bit less triumphant. “Well, that was…” his hands fell from his hips as his posture slumped. “Discouraging.”

T’Lyn looked towards the parting Mariner.

“I believe she does not wish to think of you in certain ways, but does so under certain circumstances,” T’Lyn dryly hypothesized, a hint of jealously in her voice that only a Vulcan could detect.

“And what does that mean?” Boimler asked, not getting any of it.

T’Lyn stood. “Take it as a compliment, Mister Boimler.” With images dancing in her mind of a cute, flustered Mariner reacting to T’Lyn’s state of undress instead of Boimler’s, T’Lyn left to get dressed.

#star trek lower decks #star trek: lower decks #star trek lwd #star trek: lwd #lwd #Lower Decks #T’Lyn #Bradward Boimler #d’vana tendi #Beckett Mariner #samanthan rutherford #fan fic #fan fiction #st lower decks #lower decks fanfic #dan shive says stuff #mari'lyn

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sad-gay-cowboy · 1 year

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Even in Space it Can Get Spooky

Chapter 1

Several Weeks Later

October

Since the mid 20th century, holidays had slowly but surely slipped out of common place, fading away along with a myriad of other constructs such as religion and the like.

That is all holidays...

Except Halloween.

Oh no, it was like a cockroach you just couldn’t quite get rid of it. On Halloween, that’s when the Enterprise gets festive. Lights that bare the resemblence of ghosts, pumpkins, and green potion bottles decorated the halls. Lights the lit the corridors had been given a light orange hue unless instructed otherwise.

Horror movie nights had been taken place every Friday night and a costume contest was being set up for the 31st during the actual Halloween party. The Enterprise was in her last leg of the holiday season with only a week to go.

Bones himself wasn’t much a fan of all the hubbabullab but had found the festive spirit inside himself when he saw how truly confused Spock had been by the ships enthusiasm. That was all it took, and suddenly Med Bay had more decorations then most areas of the vessel.

The Vulcan confused Bones to no end, aggravating was the word he’d used to describe him to his Captain. When he had, all Jim had done was give a knowing smile and made a small innocuous comment of “I recall a time in the early days of our relationship you referred to me the very same.” To which Bones was sure he had no idea what he could be referring too, and spared no expense in tell his commander off.

Bones lightly shook his head to clear his head as he walked through the doors of the dining area. It wasn’t especially crowded, most people were either still on duty or about to go back on. Bones had gone well past his shift hours and had only gotten off an hour ago, about three hours after he’d been scheduled to.

Once he got his food he made his way over to an unoccupied seat away from the few stragglers that peppered in the mess hall.

Just as he’d started to relax and enjoy his meal, a loud crash sounded out and one of the ensigns, Rogers Bones thought his name was, made a noise of surprise. Bones looked up to see a tray on the floor, seemingly launched across the room away from Rogers, who was backing himself up against a wall as the few others in the room made their way over to him.

“Look I know the food here's bad but don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic?” Another ensign asked chuckling a bit.

“That wasn’t me!” Rogers protested.

“Common Rogers, don’t yank my leg now.”

“It’s true!” This was Nurse Chapel. “I was sitting next to him, he wasn’t even touching it.”

“So it’s a ghost huh.” The ensign said disbelieving.

Almost as if in response, a cup that had been left on an unattended table shot out across the room, clanking against the wall.

“See!” Rogers exclaimed. “No one was near that!”

Bones groaned internally. A ghost? Really? This couldn’t have happened after he finished his food?

He got up and began to walk over to the commotion. “Everyone, why don’t we make our way out of here before Casper can do-”

He’s interrupted as suddenly there’s a ringing in his ears, pain and warmth blossoming somewhere from his head. He doubled over, his hands coming up to meet his head and feeling sticky wetness at his touch. Someone -- maybe Chapel? -- is pulling him out of the center of the room.

Eventually Bones gets his bearings enough to look up and see the offending trey that had hit him hit to corresponding wall.

Items started flinging themselves across the room as the inhabitants let out cries of surprise and attempted to sheild themselves from the onslaught of items.

Rogers ran, dodging the stray fruits being thrown about, trying to reach the door.

“It won’t open!” He shouted, frantically pressing the manual buttons and banging his fist against the closed door, when the door opened unprompted, Rogers unbalanced falling past the individual responsible for the door opening.

If it’d been better circumstances, Bones would have laughed at Spocks expression as he took in the scene before him, the other people in the room incoherently talking about ‘ghost’ and ‘hauntings’ and not hesitating a moment before rushing out, save for Chapel who stayed beside Bones.

“Doctor, Nurse Chapel, would you care to inform me one why several officers have just left here talking about ‘ghosts’?”

It was then Bones noticed the objects had stopped being thrown around. Chapel seemed to realize the same as they both slowly started to stand up.

“Mr. Spock.” Chapel shakily said, clearly wondering how she herself was going to explain what had just happened. “I really don’t know quite how to say this but, well, there was a ghost!”

“That is highly improb-” Spock stopped as he got closer and took in Bones’ state, just now noticing the blood. “You’re injured Doctor.”

“Oh?” Bones said in mock surprise. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“I’ll take you to Medical Bay Doctor.” Spock said ignoring Bones comment. “Ghost or not, it seems wise to leave the room.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re worried about me, you old softie you.”

Spock considered him a moment before taking the arm not occupied by Chapel and began to lead him out of the room. “I must insist we go to the Medical Bay, you seem to have a concussion.”

So Bones was marched down, inwardly cursing the friendly ghost.

Prologue

Ha, got the first chapter done. Fuck yeah. Let me know what you think i guess, I am enjoying this fic ngl.

#star trek #star trek TOS #star trek prompt #fanfiction #star trek fanfiction #star trek fan fic #halloween #Halloween Fanfic #Star Trek Halloween #Star Trek Halloween Fanfic #spock #spock tos #kirk #kirk tos #mcspirk #The Observer - OC #ToS

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