#i love them being vulcan married!

[jonathan-samuel-smith]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Super Sons (Comics), Star Trek Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne Characters: Jonathan Samuel Kent, Damian Wayne, Clark Kent, Talia al Ghul, Bruce Wayne, Lois Lane, Minor Characters Additional Tags: T'hy'la (Star Trek), Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soul Bond, Vulcan Culture, Vulcan Language, Vulcan!Bruce Wayne, Vulcan!Talia, Vulcan!Damian, Alternate Universe - Space, Jon is 13, Damian is 14, Pon Farr References (Star Trek), Vulcan Mind Melds (Star Trek), Marriage, no beta we die like spock Summary:

This is a Star Trek AU of Jon and Damian's relationship where their fathers are Starfleet officers rather than superheroes, and Damian's family are Vulcans. But don't worry if you're unfamiliar with Star Trek! I've done my best to explain it to you as if you were hearing it all for the first time! Featuring... -telepathy -hand kisses -soul bonds -emotional repression -growing up on a star ship -getting married way too young, what the heck Vulcans?!

Fic under the cut

The milky way galaxy has four quadrants. Earth is close to the center of the Alpha Quadrant, the quadrant The Federation shares with The Klingon Empire (to which they are allied), The Romulan Empire, and unaffiliated planets. The founding members of The Federation are Vulcans, Tellarites, Humans, and Andorians. The Vulcans do not interfere with any species before they have faster-than-light warp drive technology, fearing to negatively alter their progression. This philosophy  known as The Prime Directive spread to the rest of The Federation. The Federation’s military branch is known as Starfleet, a Human dominated space exploration group structured after the old US Naval Forces, which includes members from Earth’s Beluga Whales to Klingons and even the capitalist Ferengi. 

Starfleet's mission is “to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before.” However they do a lot of recruiting of new member worlds which have recently discovered faster than light travel in addition to star charting and scientific observation.

Most space-faring Vulcans are part of the Vulcan Science Academy, which does its own scientific exploration. Commander T’alia and First Officer Bruce were different in a few regards from most other Vulcans. One, they did not mind how humans smell. Two, they decided to raise their child Damian aboard a starship rather than settling down on Vulcan for his adolescence. Three, they were high ranking officers in Starfleet. There are many high ranked Vulcan officers in starfleet. This is because they tend to rank up easily, and not because there are an abundance of Vulcans interested in joining up. 

T’alia had a particular interest in xenoanthropology and the opportunity to live amongst a variety of cultures seemed the logical choice to provide her with mental stimulation. Bruce tended to work well with humans as he had some neuroses that caused him to act more emotionally. Compared to a human he was still overly logical, but he would be unfit for duty in the VSA. 

Damian was a child of 14 years in age, and he was much shorter than the average height of a Vulcan his age. He had a short bowl cut with pointed sideburns, like any self-respecting Vulcan boy or man. His blood was green, giving his tan skin a green undertone, and his ears and eyebrows were pointed. 

Damian tended to look grumpy whether he was holding his emotions in or not. And most of the time he was holding them in, as Vulcans are strict stoics. Once, they let their emotions rule them, and lived a miserable, war-torn existence, unable to focus on scientific efforts at all. They are still capable of great passion and violence today, but a great leader Surak offered a revolutionary teaching of emotional control that allowed them to reform their society and reach out to the stars. In Damian’s time, accusing a Vulcan of an emotional display was a grave insult. As a child, Damian often had trouble controlling his emotions and meditating, but he was a determined perfectionist, so he did better than most his age. 

Damian loved living aboard a spaceship. He would bring his Sehlat named Goliath, a large saber toothed and shaggy-haired four-legged “living teddy bear”, around with him in the hallways, causing the uniformed officers aboard to scramble out of the way of the harmless animal, which always amused Damian. He was able to find the sweet spot in the ship where the gravity flipped and he could sit on the ceiling. The other children did not bother him, thinking him aloof and even creepy, so he was happy to spend his time conducting experiments and doing research while cuddled with his Sehlat. 

Then, one day, their captain retired, and a new captain arrived onboard. 

Captain Kal-El had worked hard to get where he was today. Krypton was a small empire that held only a few planets and had joined the federation when he was a baby. Krypton had its own space agency, but growing up when all things federation was still hot news, he had a fascination with federation history and the founding planets. He went to starfleet academy under the command division and served on several starships, where he met his wife Lois Lane, a human woman with unusual eyes. She was a reporter for The Daily Planet which despite originally covering earth news had expanded to cover the entire federation. 

Kal married Lois when he got her unexpectedly pregnant. He took a leave of absence where he and his scientist father made sure the first Kryptonian-Human hybrid was born smoothly. Kal named him Jon-El. He raised Jon, taking him with him to the stars, being sure to serve on ships with daycare. Lois would live with them when she could get by with writing articles based on research she was handed by The Planet. 

Jon loved space. He loved staring out of the windows when they were at warp, he loved learning about space anomalies, he loved the amazing views right outside of his window, he loved being allowed to go out there with his dad without an EV suit when his father deemed it safe enough. At thirteen years old, Jon had developed all of his father’s sunlight-gifted powers. He liked to volunteer at the daycare when his dad was busy with work, flying the younger kids around, dressing up as superheroes, acting out plays with him as the monster. 

To his credit, Jon kind of was a superhero. When the ship was damaged, Jon was able to seal holes in the hull with his laser vision, he was able to lift collapsed beams out of the way of the hallways or off of people, he was able to speed people to safer decks and rescue people who were sucked out into space before it was too late for the doctors to revive them. He wasn’t hurt by most things, a phaser set to vaporize could only stun him, and no enemies they encountered ever had kryptonite.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that Jon was a big part of his father’s ability to get promoted. Kal would do the important decision making and deal with attacks and away missions, but Jon was there to make sure when things went wrong they didn’t go too wrong. Of course, not even Jon could save everyone. It was a pain to be able to hear their cries as they died and he could do nothing. But for the most part, Jon was very proud of himself. He didn’t need praise because it was rewarding work on its own. It was expected that Jon would become a uniformed officer when he grew up, because he nearly already was one. 

Despite seeming like a perfect fit for security or command, Jon loved science. It was his favorite subject in school and he liked to pretend to be a scientist on the holodeck, a room in the ship that used holograms and replicators to provide a convincing experience of whatever the programmer wanted to create. 

At 13, Jon loved playing baseball. He would dress up and go to the holodeck and play with his holographic teammates, he had tried every role at every level of difficulty. He had read a lot of old holonovels about the ancient earth sport and had come up with his own replicator program for big league chew, which he would eat on the fake field. 

Jon was accustomed to changing ships, but he was still very proud of his dad for getting promoted to captain of the USS Apollo (NCC-1994), a constitution class ship with lots of civilians. Maybe one of the children would be Jon’s friend. Jon had always wanted a best friend. He never told his parents, but he was actually very lonely. 

Damian met Jon-El right after Kal-El had his formal introduction to the ship as captain. Kal-El met with his new first officer, hand on Jon’s shoulder, and Bruce had been walking in step with Damian, both of them with their hands held behind their back. Immediately he was fascinated. Damian had never met a Kryptonian, much less the first Kryptonian-Human hybrid in the universe. His hair looked soft and curly, as bouncy as the boy himself. His ears were so round and pink, like a seashell. Of course, Damian had seen plenty of ears like those, but he had never considered them before. They looked soft. 

His eyes were an unusual deep violet blue, his nose was small, round, and cute. He had thin pink lips and long eyelashes, and freckles on his cheeks. He reached his hand out to shake Damian’s and Damian’s stomach felt weird. He knew it was inappropriate but he wanted to take the offered hand, to feel it against his. He blushed a deep green. 

“Hi, I’m Jon! I’ve never met a Vulcan before. I did not know they were so pretty!”

Damian coughed, embarrassed and excited, and embarrassed by his excitement. “Hello, Jon. I am Damian. Vulcans do not shake hands in greeting.” He said, indicating Jon’s outstretched arm with a nod of his chin. “I have never met a Kryptonian prior to this occasion either. I find you aesthetically pleasing as well.”

Jon blushed and Damian knew he wanted to see Jon’s face more often after this. So he decided to observe him. 

Jon started going to his school and Damian sat a far distance away from Jon so as not to interfere with his behavior, observing him more than he was paying attention in class. He followed Jon to lunch and paid rapt attention to what he ate and his reaction to it. Once Jon made to leave, Damian would slip in and order the same thing, to taste it himself and compare their reactions. This unfortunately led to an embarrassing incident at home when he had eaten some chocolate cake, luckily only his parents bore witness to that.

Jon noticed his attention. Jon would look at Damian through the bulkheads after he would distance himself and he noticed him writing in his Personal Access Display Device. Jon decided that Damian stalking him must mean that he wanted to be friends but was too shy to say anything, so he floated over and sat down next to Damian, who had been too absorbed in his writing to notice Jon.

“Hi! I noticed you stalking me. Do you want to be friends?”

Damian startled. “Jon. I was not stalking you, I was conducting scientific study on your behavior and habits.”

“Well, wouldn’t you get to know me better if you actually talked to me and stuff?”

“Interference with the subject contaminates my data. The fact that you noticed my observation means my results are already scientifically invalid.” Damian said, deleting his file.

“Aw, you didn’t have to do that! But you know what, if it’s already messed up, then you can just talk to me and learn about me the normal way.”

“I suppose I could continue to study you informally.”

“Great!”

“I notice that you replicate a custom formula a lot. I have been trying your food but I do not have access to your program. What is it?”

Jon smiled and pulled out a small package. “It’s called big league chew! On earth, they used to play this game called baseball, where you have 5 bases and you run around them based on how you hit a ball and if or how or when it’s caught. I play it a lot. I read in a holonovel that they used to chew tobacco, but when they found out that was bad for them, they switched to this special gum. The legend goes that it improves your playing. But they don’t sell it anymore, cause nobody plays baseball ‘cept me. Oh, but I heard Vulcans are really good at baseball! Would you play with me?”

“Hm, I suppose I am curious.”

“Sweet! Do you want to try it? I don’t know if I’ve got it right yet but I like it.”

Damian took a pinch of the gum between his finger and thumb and chewed it. It was bubblegum flavored. 

“You’re not supposed to swallow gum, but I do, because I don’t like to litter and I wouldn’t know where else to put it when the flavor runs out.”

Damian pressed the gum flat to the roof of his mouth, then moved the flat piece down to his lips, pursed them, and blew a bubble.

“Wow! That was awesome! I didn’t know you could do that!”

Damian pulled the gum out of his mouth and held it in his hand. “I think I can improve the formula to make the bubbles bigger and the taste more palatable to a human tongue.”

“Go for it! Share it with me if you do!”

“Very well, I shall. I have to go to my quarters to do it.”

“I’ll come with you! I’ve got nothing to do anyway.”

Damian sighed. “If you insist. Come along, Jon. You can meet my Sehlat.”

“What’s a Sehlat?”

“A Vulcan Teddy Bear.”

When they arrived at Damian’s family quarters, Goliath bounded up to them. “Meet Goliath.”

“Is this your teddy bear?” Jon asked.

“Yes.” Damian petted him.

“Can I pet him?”

“You are not afraid of him?” Damian asked, quirking a brow.

“No? You said he’s a teddy bear.”

Damian nodded. “You may pet him.”

Jon pet Goliath and Goliath stepped aside to allow them entry. Jon cuddled up with Goliath on his mat while Damian looked into the composition of the gum. Jon talked at him about various things for two hours until Damian completed the program and replicated it. He tried it and blew a large bubble, then gave it to Jon, who enthusiastically did the same.

“This is great! I didn’t know it would be so chalky, but that helps it not melt together! Thanks!”

“You are welcome, Jon. Now that it is a success, I will publish it. Would you like to be the co-creator?”

“Your name and mine next to each other? I like the sound of that!” Jon said cheerily. Damian turned away with a slight blush and published the program. T’alia came into the room. 

“Damian, you did not tell me we would be having a guest.”

“I apologize, mother. It was unplanned.”

“An apology is unnecessary. Introduce me.”

Damian bowed his head. “This is Jon-El, son of Kal-El and Lois Lane, Investigative Journalist. He is tall for his age and has inherited all of his father’s powers. He enjoys–”

T’alia raised her hand to silence him. “I do not need the full dissertation. The information you have given me will suffice.”

Damian tried not to pout.

“Hi Damian’s mom!” Jon said.

“Hello Jon. I am T’alia. Is it your preference to stay for supper?”

“Uh… I’ll call my dad. If he’s too busy to eat with me, then yes.”

T’alia began cooking with her preserved ingredients from her last visit to Vulcan. She was making a soup not unlike bamboo curry. 

Jon called his dad, who apologized for being busy, so Jon, T’alia, and Damian ate together while Bruce and Kal were working. 

“Thish ish spicy!” Jon said. 

“Is it too much for you?” T’alia asked. Damian watched with fascination as his face flushed.

“I’ll be fine! I just gotta replicate some rice to go with it. Excuse me.”

Damian stood up first. “I will go replicate you white jasmine steamed rice and a glass of milk. You are our guest. Excuse me.”

Jon relaxed against his chair, spoon in hand. Damian came back with the rice and milk and Jon beamed at him and had a much better time eating the meal. 

The next day, Damian met Jon in the holodeck. 

“So, Damian, It’s time I teach you the rules of baseball.” Jon said, stepping into the holodeck and calling up the program. He handed Damian a uniform. “Go change in the locker room.” he pointed to the dugout. 

Once Damian got changed, Jon told Damian all of the rules of baseball and they practiced pitching and catching and batting. The next day they played a real game and Jon had a lot of fun working with Damian’s unique strategy. Damian was having fun too, though he would not admit it.

After the great success that was baseball, Jon decided to let Damian in on his pretend scientist program. Having someone familiar with the scientific method enhanced the play significantly, and Jon learned a lot about xenobiology and xenobotany. 

“Damian, I really love animal xenobiology, but I don’t know how to find stuff on the net or how to read all the big words. Can you help me?”

“Certainly, Jon. Seeking scientific knowledge is admirable.”

Damian showed Jon a website to search through scientific articles and showed him how to search for what he wanted. They read articles together so Damian could explain what they just read, and Jon was starting to put it all together and have a larger vocabulary. 

Kal-El wondered why Jon was using such big words so suddenly, but Lois was convinced it was her journalism rubbing off on him.

They had their first sleepover and they stayed up all night reading about the convergent evolution of striped pollinators on different M-class planets. After that they started exchanging holonovel recommendations. Damian would recommend nonfiction books he’d read years prior that were at Jon’s reading level, and Jon would recommend Damian the biggest chapter books that he had ever finished. They liked to play the holodeck adventure adaptation of these holonovels, and their favorite was The Magic Treehouse. Jon enjoyed the educational and story-telling aspects of the program and Damian enjoyed the stimulating visuals and the exercise he was able to get. He was very pleased when he saw Jon enjoying himself, longing to paint that buoyant smile.

Damian started getting in trouble for talking in class, though Jon was well-versed in talking during class and knew when to be quiet and not get caught, unlike Damian who had never even attempted to break the rules before.

Damian didn’t like to be touched by Jon. He had not communicated that he felt his touch telepathy was an invasion of poor unshielded Jon’s privacy. However, he did enjoy it when Jon flew him around in the corridors. He’d pick him up in a piggy back ride, or hold him to his chest, and one time Damian rode him like a skateboard before promptly falling off and being caught by Jon. The boys would get in trouble whenever they were discovered flying around, unless there was an emergency, in which case Bruce and T’alia were just thankful Jon was around to protect their son. 

One day Jon visited Damian to find him painting.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Hello Jon. I am painting this edosian orchid. Would you like to join me?”

“Sure.”

Damian directed him as to where to find the second easel, which was not kid height, but Jon could fly. Jon started painting a simplified stylized orchid. They worked together silently until Jon was finished. 

“Done! Do you wanna see?”

“Of course.”

Damian put his brush down to look at Jon’s painting. “Why did you paint those outlines?”

Jon laughed. “Of course vulcans would only teach their kids realism… Dami, call it a cartoon or whatever you like, but there’s way more styles than just photo-realism.”

“Hm… How do you know what to draw if you’re not directly copying it?”

“Oh, how to explain… It’s like, I notice certain things about it that stand out to me and I focus on it, giving it highlights or stark outlines or bright colors to draw attention to what I find important about the subject.”

“So it is an insight as to how you see the world. Fascinating.”

“Do you want to try?”

“Oh… I couldn’t possibly…”

Jon shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

“I mean… maybe if you help me…” Damian flushed, embarrassed.

“Great! And hey, you can teach me how you get your stuff so realistic after!”

“I agree to your terms.”

“What, no hand shake?” Jon teased. Damian blushed.

“I– What?”

Jon smiled bemusedly. “You know, clasping hands, to show agreement or greeting.”

“Do you not think that is somewhat forward?”

“Not really.” Jon shrugged. Damian shivered.

“To answer your question, no ‘handshake’.”

“Okay. Hey, let's do some sketches on paper while we let our paintings dry!”

Damian nodded distractedly.

A few days later they’re walking down the hallway, not flying for once. Jon told Damian that it was because he didn’t want to get in trouble, but in reality he had a plan. He noticed Damian did not like being hugged or nuzzled, but Jon had read that sometimes people prefer holding hands for comfort. So with their hands swinging between them, Jon slid his fingers between Damian’s and held his hand. 

Damian appeared to short-circuit and stopped in the middle of the hallway. Jon stared at him, apprehensive and curious about his reaction.

“W-Why are we making out?” Damian said in a high pitch, face awash with green. Jon thought it looked rather beautiful. 

“Huh? What do you mean? My lips aren’t touching you?” Jon said, noticing Damian staring at their hands with wide eyes.

“You kiss with your lips, and yet you eat, talk, and breathe with them as well. How curious.”

“...So, If we’re kissing right now…” Jon trailed off, looking at their hands. ”Why aren’t you pulling away?” Jon gasped. “Do you li~ke me?”

“Tt.” Damian pulled his hand away roughly, trying to fight any reaction at the friction it caused. “In your dreams.” Damian looked away.

“Sounds like my dreams are pretty mundane.” Jon said, leaning into Damian’s face.

Damian tilted his head, considering. “It is only fair that I return the opportunity to experience a new stimulus.” Damian pressed his warm, dry lips to Jon’s soft ones for as long as it took for Jon’s eyes to slip closed. He pulled away. “That is so weird…” Damian said, turning and walking down the hallway.

Jon put his fingers to his lips, blushing red. “W-Wait up! Damian!” Jon flew after him.

When Damian arrived home he went to his mom. “Mother, I am being affected by an anomaly.”

“What kind of anomaly?”

“Unknown. It seems to be related to Jon-El. Whenever he is around, I feel warm, even though we are often in colder places than our quarters. I cannot focus on other things when we are together. It is hard to keep my hands off of him, especially when he welcomes the contact. I can’t sleep at night thinking about what his mind might feel like. This obsession is uncharacteristic of my lived experiences thus far. I do not even think these things about my wife.”

“Damian, You are having your first love.”

“Love is illogical.”

“You’re right about that. But that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. I married your father because I love him, not because of logic.”

“I already have a future spouse.”

“Bruce was not my original bondmate. I chose him as my champion to fight the man my father chose for me during his first pon farr. He fell in love with me afterwards. You may think it is illogical to change bondmates, but have you considered that it is illogical to waste time marrying without love when you could both find love in others?”

“But Jon cannot produce an heir with me. What is the logic in marrying a male?”

“It is good to know the natural biology of our species, but we have progressed past that scientifically. If you were to have a hybrid baby, it would have to be nurtured in an artificial womb regardless, and in such a method, Jon-El is perfectly capable of providing the genetic material.”

“...Thank you, Mother, I shall consider this further.”

That night Damian had trouble meditating, until he decided he would mind-meld with Jon to test their compatibility once and for all.

—

“Jon, it has come to my attention that we are potentially romantically compatible. Will you allow me to meld with your mind to ascertain our suitability?” Damian spoke, hands clasped in front of him as they sat at their lunch table.

Jon tilted his head questioningly. “Are you asking me out right now?”

Damian furrowed his brows. “I am not familiar with that phrase.”

“It means like, to ask someone to be in a romantic relationship with you.”

“I am not asking that yet. I am asking if you will allow me to share your mind so I can assess how well such a relationship would work.”

“Will it hurt?”

Damian allowed some of his surprise to show on his face. “No. It is a spiritual experience, a channel between our souls. We would be sharing our minds and hearts.”

Jon blushed. “Sounds intense… But what if you don’t like it?”

Damian quirked a brow. “What if you don’t like it?”

“Well obviously you’d still be my bestest friend in the universe– Oh, I get it! You’re saying it’ll be fine! Um, okay, so… will it be like kissing? Cuz I liked that a whole lot.”

Damian nodded. ���It is infinitely more intimate.”

“I’m in. What do I need to do?”

“Meet me in my quarters after school. You can borrow one of my meditation robes. Are you allergic to any incense fragrance?”

Jon shook his head. “Kryptonian, remember? I’ve got two weaknesses; lack of sunlight and kryptonite.”

“I shall choose my favorite scent, in that case. We shall meet at the appointed place.” Damian said, standing up to leave. 

“Where’re you going? School isn’t over!”

“I am going to prepare. I have already completed today’s assignments.” Damian bowed to Jon and told the teacher that he was going home.

At home Damian took a sonic shower and dressed in his most formal meditation robes. He fussed with his bangs in the mirror, making sure they laid just right. Then, he prepared his room for the meld, lighting incense and setting out two meditation pillows facing each other. Damian fought his giddy feel from bubbling up as he waited for Jon to arrive. 

Jon came in with his backpack and greeted Damian happily at his door. Damian took Jon’s bag and offered him the robes, returning to his room to put the bag away. Jon came back in, luckily the robes were loose on Damian so they fit Jon.

“Sit.” Damian said, kneeling on one of the pillows. Jon tried to copy his posture. “Take deep breaths and try to relax.” Damian put his fingers on the psi-points along Jon’s temples. “My mind to your mind. Our minds are merging. Our minds are becoming one.”

Damian stood in Jon’s mindscape. It had a pink sky and was full of all sorts of creatures they had researched together. Five Jons popped up around Damian, putting their faces close to his, holding onto him, hugging him, smiling brightly. Jon and Damian were both naked and glowing a bright gold, without genitals. “Hi Damian!” The sky turned a happy yellow. 

Damian chuckled. “Hello, Jon.”

They gasped. “You! You’re smiling!”

Damian shrugged. “Your excitement is endearing and amusing. Can you contain it to one form?”

Jon looked down at himself, realizing that he was in fact five people. “Uh… How?”

“Just think about it happening.”

Jon concentrated and returned to one person, hugging Damian like a cape. “Hi.” He said in Damian’s ear. “Your ears are pretty.”

“Yours are as well.”

The sky seemed to pulse in laughter. “So… What do you think of my mind?” A purple mist drifted in.

“You do not have to be so anxious, Jon. I love being in your mind.”

The mist was blown off into the atmosphere, the sky shining a bright pink. “You do? Well I love you being here! I never noticed how lonely it was in here before.”

“If you married me, you would never have to be alone again.”

“You want to marry me?!”

“Yes. Jon, come with me, I will show you my Katra.”

“Okay. I’ll follow you anywhere. Why did I say that? I meant to just think it.”

“You cannot hide your feelings in a mind meld, at least psychically weak individuals such as children and psi-null species cannot.” Damian took Jon’s hand and pulled him across into his mind. The pink followed them and flowed into Damian’s grey, lighting the place up with puffy clouds and bright yellow stars. Damian’s mindscape was a desert with red sand and vulcan plants, the sky grey and orange, with Sehlats and organized piles of junk. Damian watched the yellow stars twinkle. ”That’s never happened before.”

“What hasn’t?”

“Look over there.” Damian pointed across the link, where in the distance Damian’s mindscape blended into Jon’s. Jon’s had orange clouds blending in the sky and vulcan plants cropping up. 

“It looks like you’re becoming a part of me.” Jon looked up. “And I’m becoming part of you.”

Damian grinned. “Do you know what this means?!”

“Dami, you’re silly. Of course I don’t, this is my first mind meld.”

Damian spun Jon around happily. “We are T’hy’la! Do you know how rare that is?”

“What’s T’hy’la?”

Damian closed his eyes and scanned Jon’s vocabulary like a glossary. It tingled a bit. “The closest term you are familiar with is soulmate. It means friend, brother-in-arms, lover.”

“So… we’re dating?”

Damian laughed. “Oh my beautiful K’diwa, we are not just dating, we are legally married by vulcan law. You are my husband.”

“Oh.” Jon giggled. “My dad’s gonna be so pissed!”

“He will have to ‘deal with it’. This is irreversible, even if it were possible it would be criminal to do so. T’hy’la connections are rare and sacred.”

“He could prevent us from seeing each other until I turn 18…”

“‘Parted from me and never parted, never and always touching and touched.’” Damian quoted. “It will become apparent what that means when I end the meld.”

“Wait, don’t end it yet! This is so cool, like a lucid dream that you’re in with me.”

“Alright, Jon. What do you wish to do?”

“Um. Can I have another kiss?”

“Of course, K’diwa. Let me show you ozh’esta.” Damian held two fingers out, pressed together. “Hold your hand up like this.” Jon did and Damian pressed their fingers together, lengthwise against width, palm to palm, rubbing them together. 

“I felt you enjoying that!”

“That is the most appropriate kiss to do in public.”

Jon nodded. “Ok now let me kiss you my way.” Jon said, leaning in and tilting his head to the side. They kissed both ways and birds sang out around them. Jon pulled away. “Wow… I could do that forever.”

“According to my internal clock we were doing that for an hour, so I doubt your hyperbole very little.”

“What?! Oh my god, I didn’t even tell my dad I was coming over!”

“Calm down, Ashayam, you’ll break the–” 

Jon gasped, suddenly back in his body. “...Link. Jon, are you okay? I had intended to end the meld more peacefully.”

“Sorry! I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I am well, Ashayam. Can you feel me in your mind? Close your eyes.”

Jon closed his eyes and focused on his sensations, until he felt a thread of awareness and tugged on it. It was like a cup and string telephone in his head that he could send and receive feelings as well as thoughts through. Or at least, that’s how he imagined it. “Can you hear me?” He spoke through it.

“Yes, tal-kam.”

“Woah, cool. It’s like we have our own comm badges. How far is the range?”

“As far as I know the strength and delay of the signals is dependent on psychic synergy and emotional connection rather than physical distance.”

“Wow.”

“Another benefit is that nobody can hear us, aside from betazoids.”

“We can talk in class without you getting in trouble! Oh, and like, this could be super useful on missions or something.”

“I will of course teach you how to psychically shield so that you do not share anything with me that you do not wish to.”

“Why would I hide anything from my husband?”

“Everyone requires solitude occasionally.”

“So, now I know you have emotions. I mean, I can feel ‘em.”

“Tt. Of course vulcans have emotions. We are extremely passionate. But yes, you are now privy to my emotional state.”

Jon stared at Damian’s mouth as he talked. “Can I kiss you?” Jon asked, causing Damian to blush.

“A-hem.” Kal said, clearing his throat, hovering with his arms crossed. “Jon? Come here.”

Jon smiled sheepishly. “Hi dad…”

“I apologize for not informing you that I invited your son over, Captain.” Damian said, bowing his head.

“This isn’t your fault, Damian. Jon should have told me he was going to be visiting you.”

“I thought I’d be back before you got home!”

“But you got caught up doing… whatever you were doing. Staring at each other in a dark smelly room? Are you playing pretend cultists?”

“No, Dad, it’s way cooler. Me and Damian are gonna get married.”

Kal arched his eyebrow. “Are you now? Do Damian’s parents know about this?”

“I believe my mother knows, but Jon made an error in his statement. We are, under vulcan laws, already legally married. All that is needed to finalize the paperwork is to be checked over by a vulcan mind-healer.”

Kal furrowed his eyebrows. “Damian, under human and kryptonian laws, Jon is not allowed to be legally married until he turns 18.”

Jon tilted his head. “Does that mean Damian is married to me but I’m not married to him? Does that make him my husband or me his husband?”

“I believe that would make you my husband and me your best friend.” Damian replied.

“That is… not the point. Hold on. Kal-El to Bruce.”

“Yes Captain?”

“Your son is saying he is married to my son? Can you come to your quarters to help sort out this misunderstanding?”

“I will be there right away with his Mother. Bruce out.”

Damian made tea while Jon and Kal sat on the couch in the living room of the family quarters. T’alia arrived first. “Damian, your father said you got into trouble?”

“I did not get into trouble, Mother, I got married.”

T’alia looked at Jon. “Damian, we have no vulcan mind-healers on board.”

“It was unnecessary.” Damian said, sipping his tea. Bruce arrived. 

“T’alia, attend.” Bruce said, holding his hand out for an ozh’esta. T’alia strode over to him to give him a kiss in greeting. 

“Damian, why have you claimed to have married Captain El’s son?” Bruce asked.

“I experienced my first crush and Mother advised me to consider a relationship with Jon. I decided to mind-meld with him in order to test our compatibility. When I did, I discovered we are T’hy’la.”

Bruce looked as shocked as Kal had ever seen him. 

“Congratulations, Damian. This is a momentous occasion. Shall I make your favorite dessert?” T’alia said. Bruce looked at her, surprised.

“How can we be sure the boy is not simply mistaken?” Bruce asked.

“Father, if you require me to prove it, I shall. Take us to vulcan.”

“Damian has always been a very imaginative child, Kal, I apologize–” 

Jon tugged at Kal’s sleeve to get his attention and gave him puppy-dog eyes. “Pleeease?”

Kal closed his eyes, but all he could see in his mind’s eye was the face Jon was no doubt still making. He sighed. “Alright, Jon. We can go to vulcan. Far be it from me to gaslight my own child.”

“Captain that is wildly off course–” Bruce interjected.

“Our current mission is not vital. It can wait a few days.”

Jon could feel Damian’s smugness through the link. “Damian will have persimmon pudding for dessert, Ms. T’alia.” Jon said, smiling. 

“Would you like to stay for dinner, Captain?”

Kal made the mistake of looking at Jon again. He sighed. “Very well. It is always good to foster a strong relationship with my second in command.”

Bruce sighed internally. He had wanted Bajoran crepes. 

Jon raced down the corridors to his room and back. “We can play monopoly while we wait for Ms. Talia to cook the food!”

“Jon, Monopoly is a little bit controversial, don’t you think?”

“Aw, come on dad, they’re vulcans, they’re not gonna get mad.”

Bruce looked at the board game skeptically. “If you two truly are married, this will give you an unfair advantage.”

“Perhaps you may take it as proof, father.”

Kal grinned. “Scared of losing to a child?”

Bruce scoffed. “I will play this game, and best all three of you.”

They began to play but did not finish before dinner was served, though Damian and Jon had come closest to winning.

When they reached Vulcan, Damian had a great time showing Jon around his home planet. Jon was not adversely affected by the heat unlike Lois who met them in orbit and was in the most insulating and covering material they could replicate and still taking medication to adjust to the atmosphere. She may as well have been wearing an EV suit but it was the thought that counted. 

Jon and Damian were alone in the room with the mind healer, though their parents were watching, Lois, Bruce and T'alia through a screen and Kal through the wall. 

The mind healer touched both of their heads and closed her eyes. After fifteen minutes she opened her eyes and spoke ancient Vulcan, then signed a Padd and uploaded the file. She ushered the boys out of the room to meet their parents. 

"Damian explained the unusual situation that lead to him having a one-sided marriage with his T'hy'la, so I added a clause in the marriage contract that Jon would also be married to Damian on his 18th birthday." 

"Unless the marriage is annulled, right?" Lois asked.

She looked at her with a quirked brow. "I'm afraid you won't find a healer willing to annul the marriage of such a strong t'hy'la pair. Ancient superstition would suggest that these two will become renowned in time. Though the link between feats of heroism and T'hy'la bonds are not well studied, as so few cases exist. That brings me to the topic of scientific study; Do you release your sons’ medical records for study?" 

"Of course." T'alia said, Bruce just nodded. 

"Well… the house of El are scientists, isn't that right Jon?" Jon smiled and nodded. "But I'll have to let Lois decide that." Clark answered.

"Can you wait until he turns 18?" Lois asked.

"As you wish. Kal-El, Lois Lane, you should expect the wedding on Damian's 21st birthday. You may hold whatever human or kryptonian ceremonies whenever you wish. Contact us if you have any more questions. I will take my leave." She bowed her head to everyone and walked away. Jon and Damian had been talking the whole time in their minds and so did not notice her leave. 

"Come on Damian, if you hold my hand my parents won't know what it means."

"No. We are on Vulcan, with my Vulcan parents, who will very much know what it means, K'diwa."

"Then kiss me on the lips! Your parents won't know what it means."

"I'm sure my parents must have observed their human shipmates kissing at some point." 

Jon pouted. "But it's our wedding day." 

"The culturally significant date will be on my 21st birthday. Relative to human culture, this is our engagement ceremony." 

"Would you guys mind if I kissed my husband?" Jon asked loudly, puffing his cheeks out.

"Jon, you do not have a husband yet. You are my husband." Damian corrected. 

"You're both too young to be kissing." Kal said, rubbing his forehead. "Dear Rao, how am I going to get you two to behave properly when you can speak telepathically?" 

"Wait until you're older, Jon." Lois said sternly.

Jon narrowed his eyes at his parents and without breaking eye contact grabbed Damian's hand, who froze up and let out a small gasp. Jon smirked at Damian's wordless flustered screaming coming from the link. T'alia and Bruce shared a look. "How are you gonna stop me? I've got all of Dad's powers, I'm faster, and now I'm psychic." 

Damian looked at Jon's face and tried to say something but he was too flustered to speak. 

T'alia and Bruce decided not to tell Kal and Lois about the significance of the gesture, but gave Damian matching reproving looks. 

"Ashayam, please, this is indecent." 

"You say that but I know you don't really want me to stop."

"My love, it does not matter how I feel, what matters is what is logical. Please respect my choice."

Jon let go of Damian's hand and kissed his cheek, then stuck his tongue out at his parents. 

"Jon-El, if you do not respect our decisions as parents we will ground you and you will not be allowed to see Damian at all." Lois said

"It's not fa-air," Jon whined. "Other people get to kiss their husbands." 

"You're thirteen! Life isn't fair! I'm sorry you found out you were t'hy'la with Damian as a preteen but that's just your rotten luck." Lois said.

"Whatever. When will I be old enough to kiss him?" 

"Can you wait one year?" Lois said with her hands on her hips. 

"No, but I'll try…" 

As the years went on, Damian and Jon were finally allowed to be together. Damian enrolled in starfleet academy for engineering as soon as he turned eighteen, and they dated long distance. 

Everyone expected Jon to choose the command track like his father but he chose science and roomed with Damian. They made out a lot but did not have sex since Damian explained that he would become sexually mature all at once when he turned 21 and went into a kind of heat called the pon farr, which would recur every 7 years afterward. 

Jon was willing to be patient, but he got asked out a lot. He always turned people down and would have to rush out of the room to go soothe Damian's jealous rage. Under a pen name, Jon wrote a fictionalized memoir about meeting and falling for his T'hy'la which was read widely by the students at the academy. 

It might seem obvious that students expressly interested in seeking out new life and new civilizations would be xenophiles, but Jon hadn't expected the response to his book to be every Vulcan in the area getting constantly hit on, including his own. 

It got to the point that every time an unfamiliar student approached Damian, he had to ask Jon through their link if he was being flirted with. If Jon said he was, Damian would say "The thought of cheating on my T'hy'la makes me physically ill. Excuse me." Before swiftly walking away. 

Word spread that Damian had a T'hy'la and he became very popular. People would go to him for dating advice or ask him questions about his bond that he would always answer truthfully and with scientific language, often oversharing. 

Damian and Jon took a leave of absence from the academy for Damian's 21st birthday and their wedding, and news got out about the first Vulcan-Kryptonian union and spread around campus, which was when people finally put two and two together about them being together. 

When they graduated, they spent the first 5 years serving on different ships until Damian got a promotion and transferred to Jon's ship. 

Jon was often assigned to away missions since he was the most durable science officer they had, much to Jon's glee since he had so much new xenobiology to study. He wasn't able to publish anything for a long while because he kept having to start new projects, but finally he started using his superspeed before bed as Damian meditated and earned his first promotion to Lieutenant Jr grade. 

After Jon got more attention from the higher ranking officers, saving their lives often, he ranked up quickly. He was able to make Captain and have Damian as his chief engineer before his father became admiral. 

Damian fell in love with their ship and they treated her like their child, too busy to settle down. But then again, with such long lifespans, together they had all the time in the world.

[bumblingbabooshka]

T’Pring/Michael could be everything 

[celestialholz]

Live long and fuck in Hondas (or 'why that Vulcan salute is way more significant than you think it is')

Hey. Hey Holz. Did you know Deadpool and Wolverine fucked in the Odyessy? Did you know that they now live in a one-bed with Blind Al? Did you know that -

Yes, friend. I know all of it. And you're all super fucking valid for pointing it out.

... But maybe all of you aren't seasoned Trekkies like me. Maybe not all of you gorgeous people understand the true significance of this.

Or maybe you just want a definitive way to win the argument of "are these two fucking?"

But either way, I'm here to help, and to tell you why, amongst all the absurdly homoerotic text of this film, this moment? Might be the gayest of them all.

Now, we must start by saying that although you wouldn't know it from the bullshit Abrams films, these two:

Are the fathers of gay fanfiction. Spock and Kirk here are the reason you're living in the fantastic timeline where you can write/read men fucking without any other shred of plot and that this is a legitimate and normalised internet experience - everyone say thank you, iconic papas. These guys were so homoerotically coded that even in the 60s, the era of wondrously overdramatic performances of all kinds and fairly prevalent homophobia, The Girlies still took notice, still started mailing each other fics and making zines and being just hugely excited at the thought of these two getting space-married. They are fandom as we know it today's beginning, and seventy years later they're still an enduringly popular ship on AO3. (You should all go and watch Amok Time, by the way. Contains the Honda Odyessy scene of the 60s, except there's weird biology and wrestling and just go and put it on your screens, thank me later. They fucked on that planet.)

Anyway, these two were as close as early colour TV could ever allow two men to be, deepening their *coughs* friendship almost every single episode or film - Trek's creator Gene Roddenberry even gave them a unique word in Spock's Vulcan language, with the meaning of 'friend, brother, lover.' (And if that isn't ringing any Poolverine bells, I'm not actually sure what you want out of this post. Enjoy it anyway, love you.)

... And then we get to 1982's The Wrath of Khan, and to that moment that every iconic screen couple must face - the ol' classic, it's you or me and I won't let it be you.

Sure, the set-up's a little different here - the chamber Spock's in is filled with radiation, and the scene's quieter, softer. And Kirk isn't a mutant so he can't smash his way in, he can just sit there and inwardly die as his emotional support Vulcan does.

... But you get where I'm coming from here. Ryan Reynolds doesn't take a million other potential love scenes from across the cinematic ages - no, he takes this. What is for many the romantic acknowledgement of a whole generation. The humble and desperately sweet beginning of it everything we fans know and love nowadays. The most ambiguously romantic homosexual relationship in television, directly comparative to what is now arguably the most ambiguously romantic homosexual relationship in cinema. And lest we forget, Wade doesn't believe in a fourth wall - this is a conscious choice, both in canon and in the writer's room.

Oh it's so clever and so beautiful a girl could weep. Ryan just introduced the MCU to the gays, just as Kirk and Spock did all those years ago to the masses of the time.

And then there's what it means.

This is the Vulcan salute, created to mean either 'live long and prosper' or 'peace and long life' - it's used more or less interchangeably.

But part of that's irrelevant when you're as immortal as these two.

So we're left with the sentiments of prosperity and peace, given to a man who up to this point can't imagine ever prospering again, is the furthest thing away from being at peace. Wade gives Logan the opportunity to go on, to find the things he's been lacking for so long now - things he has already helped him find. Spock tells Kirk during The Wrath that 'the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few,' and that's exactly what Wade's doing here - sacrificing himself for the greater good of his friends and his newly beloved, however much it will hurt them all.

And that's lovely, and poignant, and character-growing, and I think we all would have been content to leave it at that and have our noble sacrifice, however much we would have wept. Kirk goes on to find the remnants of Spock's soul in the next film in the series, to bring him essentially back from the dead because he felt it was more than his own soul's worth not to have done... which, again, ringing a bell anyone?

Because Logan, in not so many words, tells dear Wade to fuck right off, and we get this.

What we've got here is a direct translation of one of cinema's gayest moments, made somehow infinitely more gay. A true achievement here - I genuinely think I spontaneously acquired tetanus in the cinema for a good minute, my jaw dropped so hard on seeing this. The pillars are the same colour as Kirk and Spock's original uniforms, for fuck's sake. I'm dying out here.

What we've done here is create narrative equality. The whole film's kinda done that leading up to this anyway - they're both mentally fucked up men who can't die, who are constantly dying anyway, who are evenly-matched in battle and both enjoy Honda fucking, who have forged a real love even as they piss each other off at every turn.

But here, they place one another in narrative equality for the first time. It's not about a sacrifice, not now, even though they're assuming it is one - it's about what should be done. It's about righting wrongs, being heroes, being together because every option other than that is unacceptable, because neither understands quite how to lose anyone else. They've both made the same choice, and that's not to let the other die alone.

It's about holding hands and loving and never letting go, even if it kills them.

... It's just about the most romantic and gorgeous thing I've ever fucking seen.

There are no more instances of masks, once they're done in this station. They don't need them any longer; they will never need them again.

And that's only emphasised by the parting shot we get of this... almost directly after Vanessa and Wade share a final sweet look.

I don't know, man. It's almost like the true conclusion is hidden behind the acceptable masquerade. Imagine that in the MCU, folks.

They've taken one of the most intimate and sweet moments in screen history, and made even more glorious.

They did The Wrath of Khan better than The Wrath of Khan did it.

And that's... that's gay. That's just about the gayest thing they could ever have done, and I adore it to the smallest pieces.

So remember, the next time your friends disbelieve you... show 'em this. Show them that they redid the very beginnings of slash fandom, and did it better.

(And then you can add on that they now live in a one-bed with their grandma, daughter and dog, and will do for the rest of their lives. Kirk and Spock didn't even get THAT shit.)

[moodymisty]

It's been discussed how a primarch's legion would react to their father getting married/having children, but now I'm curious. How do we think each primarch would react to their Space Marine sons falling in love/marrying/having children?

Depends on the chapter, honestly. Vulcan and Khan are the most overall chill. Sanguinus might be fine, Corvus would be iffy but more so because they’re unnatural beings and yet breeding and making more unknown variables. Horus I might think is chill but I dunno.

Konrad is chill, but more in the, “oh how nice Sevatar found a willing toy to play with” instead of the “aww he’s in love” way.

Alpharius/Omegon are chill and expected it. Remember they’re the only chapter with baseline members, and I’m sure they have so weird “it’s to get info” mindfuckery logic with it.

Magnus, and lorgar I think would say no unless it’s Ahriman or one of his higher ups.

Perturabo, Mortarion, and Angron are absolutely not. Get your dicks OUT of the serfs/historitors, we have a war to fight.

Dorn doesn’t say anything. Do your work, do it well and make sure it comes first. Them toying around with serfs once or twice doesn’t concern him at first.

Russ loves it! He’s like hell yeah have fun! More wolves! Just don’t leave him alone with your human lover for too long.

[pumpkinbxtch]

Hii, can you do a Leo Valdez x Reader one-shot about the reader getting deaf or half-deaf? Like when he discovers, or even hcs😭. I'm asking this because I got half-deaf last year and there's ZERO content about that with pjo characters. It's okay if you don't want to do it or feel uncomfortable❤️❤️❤️

ᝰ.ᐟ leo valdez x half-deaf!reader headcanons

☆ radiostar is playin': on melancholy hill by gorillaz

warnings: none!

a/n: hi! i read your two posts and saw that you finally leaned towards headcanons. don't worry, it's okay, baby. Anyway! i have some experience in this because i had a classmate who was also half-deaf so here we go. If i make any mistakes, please let me know, okay? thank you for putting your trust in me. i hope you are very well.

— kisses from the hypothetical planet vulcan. 🧡

∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

he was like boom in love and love pushes you to do things you never thought of doing, right?

At first, he's scared of messing things up with you, as if him being clumsy in love wasn't enough. He didn't want to offend you in any way, so he practically searched every corner of the library. You got him to read! And this fool never reads because it's hard for him, but there he was, researching about the topic.

He's definitely the type who always tries to help because he knows it can be tough sometimes, so when you have to go out in public, he makes sure to hold your hand tightly and NEVER let go.

He always positions himself on the good ear side so you can hear him better, and he gets even closer to you if there's too much noise around.

When he arrives somewhere and you don't see him immediately, he tries to make it noticeable that someone else has arrived, so he doesn't startle you.

But this guy is sometimes a teaser, and when you both reach that level of trust, he'll say things from afar knowing you won't hear well, but only because what he's saying is embarrassing

"I love you, I'm going to marry you, and I'm warning you from now on," he says from the entrance, and you deal with just seeing his lips move and hearing halfway.

You squint and shout, "What?!" and he laughs, so you show him the middle finger. "Idiot, you know I can't hear you."

Leo rushes towards you, and after giving you a kiss on the cheek, he whispers gently in your ear: "i'm sayin that one day your last name will be Valdez," and well, you end up as red as the forges he works in.

If you're the one who enters while he's working in the bunker or wherever he is, he immediately puts down the tools and gives you his full attention. This is also because he wants to make sure there are no loud noises when you're around. Sometimes you tell him it's not necessary for him to stop, but he does it anyway.

Although, if you insist, he'll look for the ear protectors he bought/made for you and ask you to wear them because he wants to keep you safe. Both of you might be wearing them, and even though he's working with dangerous, heavy materials, he can't help but steal glances with that loving gaze of his. Because oh gods, he fell so hard for you.

Even when both are alone, to talk to you, he gets close to the point where your foreheads are touching and gazes fixed on each other. You tell him he can back off a bit, and he shakes his head while giving you a kiss on the nose. "I know, but I still want to be close to you."

When there's not much noise on the street that could be dangerous, he chooses to walk with you arm in arm, continuing to tell you things and talk nonsense that makes you laugh.

Leo doesn't like going to hospitals much, but if he has to accompany you to your regular check-ups, he will, or he'll tell you that Will Solace is a very good doctor.

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear every night, to let you know he loves you.

Here comes a huge confession from Leo Valdez, he's definitely working on a device that could help you. With the help of the Apollo cabin, he thinks he could pull it off, and he's just refining it every day to improve your life because he simply wants the best for you. Even if he ultimately has to scrap it, he'll look for other types of gadgets he can create to help you.

Although he knows you can manage, Leo feels good and proud to be able to help the person he loves. You're the one who made him explore that part of himself where he looks out for your emotional and physical well-being.

[eco-lite]

Finally making more progress on the pile of ST books I own but have yet to read. Here’s some good stuff from The Vulcan Academy Murders by Jean Lorrah.

[Image ID: The cover of the book The Vulcan Academy Murders. The background has lots of dark purple tones. In the foreground, Spock stands with a phaser pointed at a Vulcan creature with green skin, a cat-like face, a fin down its back, sharp claws, and a long tail. The creature is hissing down at Spock from a rock. End ID]

First of all, what is going on with this cover? Nothing like this happens in the book.

[Text ID: “Kirk recalled that all male Vulcans were married—had to be—and glanced at Spock. His First Officer, however, was very busy inspecting the almost un-touched wine in his glass.” End ID]

Interesting interesting. 👀

[Text ID: “Kirk had been given Spock’s room (underlined red by me) and McCoy the guest room in Sarek’s house—a house far from anything Kirk would ever have imagined as the home Spock had grown up in. He had envisioned either a sterile, unadorned ‘environment,’ or a castlelike ancestral residence. Instead, the house on the outskirts of ShiKahr was a simple single-family dwelling.” End ID]

This book is way too casual about Kirk sleeping in Spock’s childhood bedroom. Also, there’s no mention of where Spock is sleeping while they’re there???

[Text ID: “He remembered forcing Spock to control his emotions when he was five, and his schoolfellows taunted him for being ‘different.’ Under his father’s tutelage, Spock had refused to cry when the others shut him out of their games, calling him ‘Earther’ and ‘half-breed.’ Amanda had hidden her tears from their son, and Sarek had hidden his anger. Or had he? Perhaps I directed it at my son instead, he realized. He had intended to prepare Spock for whatever lack of acceptance he would face in life. And the message Spock received was that his own father did not accept him as he was, had to mold him into something he deemed acceptable.” End ID]

We love reflecting on our past mistakes. 👏🏼 We love character growth. 👏🏼

[Text ID: “’A computer cannot lie,’ said Spock. ‘Nevertheless, this one is giving false information.’ ‘Why don’t you try playing chess with it?’ came a voice from the doorway. Sarek turned to find Leonard McCoy, bouncing on his toes and grinning.” End ID]

I love them. I can picture this so perfectly.

[Text ID: “’What dost thou know of Surak?’ she asked finally—but her voice spoke more of perplexity than challenge. ‘What everyone knows: he was the founder of Vulcan philosophy. I know he is a personal hero to my friend Spock, the way Abraham Lincoln, from human history, is to me.’” End ID]

Kirk will bring up Abe Lincoln whenever he has a chance. That’s canon now.

[Text ID: “’You are not only anything, Spock. You are more, not less, because of your dual heritage. It is fruitless to wish now that I had made that clearer to you when you were a child.’ ‘You wanted me to be Vulcan.’ ‘That is true,’ Sarek agreed. ‘And you are Vulcan, representative of IDIC in its fullest sense.’ Spock studied his father. ‘You never put it to me that way. The last time you and I spoke as father and son, before I went to Starfleet Academy, you reminded me of how important it was that I think of myself as Vulcan. Do you remember your words, father?’ Sarek remembered. ‘I am Vulcan by birth. Your mother is Vulcan by choice. You are Vulcan by both birth and choice.’ ‘And then I disappointed you by making a different choice.’ Sarek searched his memory, trying to recover the logical reason for what now seemed completely irrational. Finally, he said simply, ‘I was wrong.’” End ID]

Yes! Let’s talk about our feelings! Let’s resolve those daddy issues!

[Text ID: “He went back to his room—Spock’s room, really. Kirk had brought with him a sturdy suit and boots, for Spock had suggested they might go camping in the mountains after the summer heat abated. (Last sentence underlined in red by me.) He put on the boots and the trousers to the suit, but decided the heavy shirt would be far too hot—" End ID]

Spock wanted to take them camping. 🥹

[Text ID: “‘He will recover, though?’ asked Spock. ‘Yeah—you can see him later, Spock,’ said the doctor. ‘He’s gonna be in considerable pain—you’re probably the only person he’ll be able to stand. Your son would’ve made a good doctor,’ he added to Sarek. ‘I don’t know how he does it, but he’s really good with people in pain.’ Spock’s eyebrows shot up at the unexpected compliment from the man Sarek usually saw him trade barbs with. Then Leonard left them to go back to his patient, and Spock turned to Sarek. ‘May I ask you something, Father?’ ‘What is it, Spock?’ ‘When Mother became conscious, you called her…?’ ‘Beloved.’” End ID]

Spock being very concerned about Kirk’s injuries. Bones saying Spock is the only person Kirk would tolerate while in pain. Spock asking his father about expressing love for an outworlder. It’s a lot.

[residentdork]

I think T'Pring was absolutely brilliant in Amok Time by choosing Jim as her champion. Maybe this is already an explored concept in fandom or in extended media, but I'm gonna rant about it anyway. I've seen some people just be pissed at her and call her a bitch. Think she either doesn't believe in her man Stonn or that she's trying to punish Spock in some way by choosing his friend but I think her decision to choose Jim shows how much she cares about Spock.

Cause here's the thing I don't think she just worried that if she chooses Stonn, Spock would win and kill her boyfriend. I think she was equally worried that Stonn would win and kill Spock.

Other than not wanting to marry him anymore T'Pring is fairly cordial. And the two, while estranged, weren't broken up. It almost feels like she was willing to "be his maybe" or backup in case either of them hit pon far before finding a new partner. But the timing was bad and she was starting to fall for Stonn when Spock reached his time.

Now if she cares for both of them then either winning is a terrible outcome. And she can't just pick another Vulcan cause either they lose and she still has to marry Spock or her champion kills Spock.

Now enter Jim. A Starfleet Captain who morally and legally can't kill his own crewman but who Spock also clearly cares for enough to bring with him.

Jim is the perfect champion because either Spock wins and is pissed she made him kill his friend and refuses her anyway (which is the outcome) or Jim being not of this world has a chance to break the rules and find a solution that she can't without risking her position. (Which is also the outcome of the episode).

There's no scenario probably in her mind of Kirk outright winning because A) come on he's a weak little human B) even if he could he'd be risking his whole career and C) if she's heard anything about Kirk she knows he'd rather die than kill a crewman like this on purpose.

Even on the off chance Spock wins and doesn't deny her, he's killed a Star Fleet Captain. His career in Star Fleet is over and her biggest complaint on his character, that he puts his career before her and that that career has socially put them both in a weird spot, is mitigated.

Sure she would lose Stonn but maybe in this unlikely scenario, she and Spock might have a chance to work out some of their issues and come to an understanding.

It's not a perfect scenario but of her options she's picked a solution that allows her to win in some part in every outcome.

I love T'Pring, she's over here gaming the system and it just makes me so sad when fandom paints her to be this cold bitch who either bullies or hates Spock when clearly in her first appearance she's picked the only option in this weird violent part of Vulcan culture that keeps Spock alive.

Put some respect on her name!

[janeway-or-the-highway]

My entry for the @25daysofvoyager ! A little part 1 of a J/C fanfic. Fluff. Action/Adventure. Angst. Aliens mistaking JC as married again. Enjoy!

“Chakotay, please!”

Kathryn dodged another blow and stumbled backward.

“Chakotay! This isn’t you!” She shouted at him, still struggling to put any distance between them on her sprained ankle, before it finally gave out.

He strode toward her, but paused when he saw a large branch on the ground. He reached down and grabbed it, then seemed to test it in his hands.

“And how do you know this ‘isn’t me’?” Chakotay said, his voice deep, and dangerous.

“I know you!”

“No. You don’t,” he said, closing the distance between them and swinging the branch down on her.

THREE DAYS EARLIER

Captain’s Log:

“It is our second day in orbit around the planet Caldar. The Caldari are a very pleasant people and trade negotiations have gone well so far. The Caldari have graciously opened their planet to the crew for shore leave. Tuvok didn’t find anything to suggest bad intent and didn’t have any objections, which I guess is as close to a compliment as you can get from a Vulcan. It is nice to be reminded that the Delta Quadrant has just as many friendly species as dangerous ones. Everyone is in desperate need of some R&R. Myself included, as Chakotay is always reminding me. Being stuck in negotiations, Chakotay and I have only seen the government centers of Caldar, but I look forward to getting to explore this rich planet more. Chakotay mentioned hearing that the twin sunset over the cliffs of Rohem was worth exploring, and I am hoping to take him up on that. Tom and Harry keep coming back with stories to keep us entertained in the meantime. A personal highlight was Tom’s retelling of Harry’s failed attempt to ride, what Tom described as a horse-sized mix between a pig and a hippo. The Doctor says that Harry needs to be off-duty for 24 hours. I had to elbow Chakotay to keep him from bursting out laughing at the Doctor’s report; Harry’s already embarrassed enough as it is. However, that doesn’t mean that we won’t be enjoying those holo-photos later.

On the business side of things, Caldar continues to impress. The planet might as well be one giant ball of dilithium. You should have seen how fast B’Elanna made it to the bridge when the planet showed up on sensors. Their entire economy is built on the sale and trade of this material that we so often find ourselves scrounging for. At first, I worried about what they were going to ask for in exchange, but what the Caldari are most interested in are the various cultures of the Alpha Quadrant. Their people collect different cultures and integrate them into their own society. I recognize some bits and pieces of cultures from throughout the Delta Quadrant, while some things are completely new. However, the custom that is of the utmost importance is their one unique tradition. The Caldari take partnership very seriously. Their society includes partnerships of all kinds; males with males, females with females, and male with female, etc. Regardless of the type of partnership, once a pair has chosen each other, they become part of one another. This “sacred partnership” is at the heart of their civilization and they champion it above all else. However, from what I understand, they do not believe in the concept of soulmates, rather that they are all on a path that will one day lead them to their missing piece. It is a society built on the idea of the peaceful pursuit of love. It is quite beautiful.

Anyway, I am hoping to exchange our cultural database we will get enough dilithium to keep B’Elanna happy for quite some time.

Despite everything that this planet has given us, I find myself still apprehensive. The Delta Quadrant is rarely this kind and I…”

The chime to the ready room interrupted Kathryn’s log.

“Computer, end log” she said while pushing the console to the side,

“Come in.”

Chakotay walked in.

“Good morning, Commander,” a soft smile spread across her face.

“Good morning, Captain. I have the crew rotations for the next month.”

“Thank you. Have I missed any more of Tom’s stories since I’ve been off the bridge?”

“No, but you did miss Neelix’s rousing report promising ‘new and improved’ recipes for leola root” Chakotay chuckled as Kathryn’s face turned into a grimace.

“Hopefully they are better than his last ‘masterpieces.’ I’m still low on replicator rations from last time.”

“Me too. Mostly from you convincing me to get you more coffee,” Chakotay said with a knowing look.

Kathryn smirked, “Captain’s prerogative. Plus, you have to admit that his latest attempt at ‘better than coffee’ coffee was unbearable.”

Chakotay chuckled. “Well, if Caldari food is anything like their hospitality, I think that we will be alright.”

“Yes,” Kathryn stood and made her way over to the viewport. She clasped her hands behind her back, “The Caldari have been extremely welcoming to us.”

“But you’re worried,” Chakotay joined her at the viewport, “worried that they are too good to be true”

Kathryn gave him a sideways smile,

“Have you been reading my log?”

“No, I just know how you think”

“I feel like we are waiting for the other shoe to drop. We’ve been in trade negotiations for over a day and all they’ve asked for is Picasso and Kadis-Kot! My gut is telling me there is something more,” she sighed.

Chakotay put his hand on her shoulder, “We have one of our last trade meetings today. Whatever comes our way we have always been able to make it through. Today will be no different.”

Their eyes met and Chakotay couldn’t help but get caught in those pools of blue. Their relationship, after so much hardship, was finally starting to settle down again. Their weekly dinners were the highlight of his week and recently Kathryn was starting to let him in a little more. Not beyond anything that couldn’t be brushed off as close friendship, but still.

Chakotay knew that he had fallen for Kathryn a long time ago, from the moment they locked eyes on the bridge, but it was the shared moments like these where he recognized the depth of his feelings for her. He would wait for her. The angry warrior would stay by her side, for as long as it took.

Spirits, I’m lost.

“Thank you, Chakotay,” she said softly.

“Of course, Kathryn.”

“Tuvok to Captain Janeway.”

He dropped his hand from her shoulder.

Tuvok and his timing.

“Go ahead.”

“Captain, the Caldari ambassadors have arrived to begin negotiations. They are waiting for you and the Commander in the briefing room.”

“Thank you, Tuvok. We are on our way”

Chakotay moved towards the door, but Kathryn continued to stand looking out the viewport. Chakotay’s voice interrupted her worried thoughts,

“Are you coming, Captain?”

“Yes, I am right behind you”

Chakotay flashed her a smile and exited. Kathryn shook her head and followed after him.

Oh, I am so lost.

“Captain, I am glad that Voyager found its way to our corner of the galaxy. I think both of our people will benefit from these negotiations.” The Caldari ambassador, Turin, sat at the end of the briefing room table. The color of his skin reminded Kathryn of lilacs. The soft texture of his light purple skin was accompanied by small streaks of green that accentuated his humanoid cheekbones and jaw. His cheekbones stuck out on his face but seemed like they wrapped around his head towards the back of his skull, giving his face a sleek appearance.

“Thank you, Ambassador. I agree. I hope you find Alpha Quadrant culture as interesting as we do”

“Yes, there is much to explore. You have an extensive database on so many species! It will keep our scholars busy until the next Dual Eclipse!” The green streaks of his skin gave a soft glow with his excitement.

“I hope so, and if I may, I would recommend Dante. He is a philosopher from Earth’s history, and a personal favorite of mine.”

“Thank you for the recommendation. Now, Captain, I have a few formalities before we begin. Requirements from the High Council. You understand?” Turin said.

“Of course”

Turin reached into the satchel that sat on the floor next to him and brought out a beautifully bound book filled with greenish pages. When Turin opened the book, Kathryn realized that the pages’ green hue was similar in color to the streaks on the Caldari’s faces. She wondered if this was due to choice, or something in the planet’s biology that affected both of them. She suppressed the urge to ask as he began to speak.

“Captain, as you are aware, our society values partnership over everything else. You assured us that your culture assumes a similar view to the importance of partnership, which is what allowed us to begin this fruitful relationship between our two peoples in the first place. However, we are concerned, and frankly somewhat… off put, that you have yet to introduce us to your partner.”

Kathryn paused and tried to absorb what Turin was saying, “I’m sorry, Ambassador. I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

Turin’s mouth twitched, “We do not interact, or much less conduct trade, with peoples whose leader is unpartnered. It is an unspeakable offense. Furthermore, if we were to be led into an arrangement under false circumstances regarding one’s partnership status, we would consider that an act of aggression against our planet.”

Kathryn’s typically quick-witted diplomatic mind felt like it stalled out. A partner? She was the Captain! A relationship out here could never be a partnership. Not when every available person was someone under her command. “Ambassador, you have to understand, as Captain, I don’t -“

“You don’t what?” The threat was clear. Turin’s jovial attitude was long gone and his streaks shifted to a deeper green as his mood shifted.

“I-“ Kathryn started, but Chakotay’s hand coming to rest on hers stopped her. She resisted the urge to yank her hand out from under his as she locked eyes with him. As it often was with him, she needed no words to understand what he was saying:

Trust me.

And she did.

“Ambassador Turin,” Chakotay started, “I am the Captain’s life partner.” He moved his hand on hers to interlock their fingers. Kathryn let him, since all of her energy was being spent actively trying not to have the panic she was feeling on the inside show on her face. “You have to understand,” Chakotay continued, “the Captain is not used to sharing the status of our relationship since our job’s put us in a tricky position, considering that it could be taken advantage of by our enemies. If our feelings and commitment to one another were to become common knowledge, any number of species could use that to their advantage. And, sir, as you said, our culture values our partnerships, and you’re right. If anything were to happen to Kathryn, I would stop at nothing to get her back, including putting others at risk.”

Turin visibly calmed down, but seemed wary. “But why keep this information from us. We have shown nothing but hospitality to you!”

“We apologize and don’t mean to offend, but it is just something that we’ve gotten used to protecting.”

Turin seemed to accept this and clapped his hands together. “Oh, great happiness! We are glad to keep you as friends. Now, we must discuss the Three Trials.”

“The Three Trials?” Kathryn found her voice again, but still struggled to stay focused with her hand intertwined with Chakotay’s.

“The Three Trials are three tasks meant to prove your love and commitment to one another.”

Kathryn shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“This serves a dual purpose: one, to confirm your partnership, and, two, to determine if you are tjaasaktic. Will you comply?”

The universal translator faked to pick up the last word, but all Kathryn could think of was their desperate need for the Caldari’s friendship and trade. “When do we start?”

Should I do a part 2?

[t0ast-ghost]

So the thing is I wasn’t going to comment on the sixth episode. I just got home from a hella good play and I’m tired so I relax with Star Trek but holy shit

What IS that

With that HELLO and welcome to my first thoughts on the sixth episode (The Enemy Within) of the original Star Trek series

Here we go:

- that is a fucking dog

- IS THAT BLOOD?!? On Star Trek???

- so he got transporter cloned.. WHY IS HIS FACE LIKE THAT THO

- I like the fact it’s told a bit in retrospect, like it starts off with the star date and saying that at the time they didn’t know he got cloned

- MCCOY! His friendliness and then the “I have no sympathy for clumsiness” bro wha

- DONT YELL AT MCCOY

- McCoy not knowing what to do about Jim so he goes to Spock lol

- what the fuck is that fuckin thing, it’s rabid man.

- anytime someone is holding the creature there is literally no reason for them to be holding it. Like Kirk is just holding it and then HANDS IT TO SPOCK.. WHY IS THIS NORMAL NOW

- so do people casually just sit on tables here? First we had McCoy, now Spock. Is it just science/medical officers?

- Vulcan nerve pinch for the win

- POV your boyfriends are deeply concerned for your wellbeing (side note: bones looks so soft in the first pic. He cares so much)

- “you have a point, Spock.” “Yes. Always, doctor” STOP FLIRTING

- “If I seem insensitive to what you are going through, you must understand it’s the way I am.” HE SAYS THIS WITH ALL THE CARE IN THE DAMN WORLD. Spock is the most emotional character I have ever seen

- uh oh the circuits

- nooo Sulu! Do they not have better cold protection?

- YEAH I HOPE YOU’RE IN PAIN FUCKER

- so I think what they’re trying to promote is the idea that there’s the kind and indecisive side and the animalistic “sinful” side that has all the impulses and power to make decisions and together they work so that the former side can calm the latter to be more… civilized?

- “god forbid I have to agree with Spock” they’re married and you cannot convince me otherwise

- was that dog okay? Like it was really fuckin angry at something

- HES DEAD JIM MOMENT! WE HAVE A HES DEAD JIM MOMENT

- “for once I agree with you, doctor” THEY ARE MARRIED

- Spock is so riled up rn (every time he shows emotion I’m commenting on it because I think he is so so emotional but then his whole thing is he isn’t)

- SPOCK YOUR LOGIC ISNT LOGICING (having a human half and Vulcan half I think is a bit different than literally being split into two people, but what do I know)

- they are literally the angel and devil on his shoulder, but married, and also in love with him

- what no no bring Sulu back. That was such a good delivery of lines I am so

- this episode shows the power imbalance between Kirk and Janice and that messaging could be more powerful if they really wanted. Like showing how Janice felt forced to say she was okay with it and wouldn’t tell anyone because it was the captain I feel was a big step to take in the 60s (because it was rarely if ever talked about especially on tv) but it still wasn’t enough and was treated horribly in the end. They brush off her experience and also let Kirk be near her which is not okay. I know they wouldn’t but I wish they’d actually addressed the fact that Kirk can pretty much get away with anything and the crew wouldn’t/couldn’t stop him unless they deem it truly necessary (which would be way to far)

- I think the Kirk stuff could be more impactful

- some of those close ups on Kirk are crazy

- Bones is so damn worried about him in the transporter room

- SPOCK IS STRESSED AND HE HESITATES

- “the imposters back where he belongs, forget him” but isn’t the thing is that he is you? Like he’s still there and apart of you, Kirk

Okay, that’s episode six. I don’t have much more to say about this episode.

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[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#321

"I have a love-hate relationship with T'Pring in SNW. On the one hand, I absolutely love her. Her character is amazing, and every episode she was in, her actress knocked it out of the park. She's tries very hard to be attentive to Spock's needs, both Vulcan and Human, and she is very much not your typical Vulcan.

But on the other, the storyline around her completely shifts the dynamics of what happens in the Pon Farr episode and makes me not like Spock as much because now with SNW, he's a cheater who still seems to expect that T'Pring is just going to be waiting for him.

In TOS, T'Pring's decision is kind of a bitch move sprung on Spock with the implication of being more "Vulcans are lowkey racists" but with SNW context, it's honestly completely fair to tell the guy who cheated on you that actually no I'm not marrying you because I deserve better, sorry our laws require you to fight to the death now, I didn't write them.

I want to love T'Pring so much because she's one of the most complicated female characters on the show but God what the show does to Spock in the process of that development makes me so sad."

[muirmarie]

mcspirk month mYEAR planning post

idk if anyone likes these (these being planning posts), but here, it feels weird to have it tucked away in my notes when my BTHB and mcspirk bingo planning posts are on here, so. anywho. you know the drill: this is just me rambling, feel free to ignore!!

the bolded are those i still don't have a plan for <3 - as per my usual these are all tos unless otherwise noted

Day 1: Forced Proximity (“this isn’t a blessing,” mccoy hisses. “one day,” the king says, “you’ll see that is it.” - the one where spock and kirk cannot get more than an arm's length away from mccoy for 30 days w/o causing him debilitating pain)

Day 2: Touch-starved (spock and kirk cuddle mccoy out of touch starvation - this is like 75% done, I just need to finish it)

Day 3: Only One Bed (established mckirk to mcspirk. um. very nsfw. by far the most nsfw i’ve ever even considered writing lmao. currently sitting at almost 12k, probably will be around 15-17k all told. i don't even know how to describe this. kirk aggressively helping spock play gay chicken with mccoy until mccoy finally believes spock wants both of them, idk.)

Day 4: Hand Holding (maybe the one where spock & kirk slowly gaslight mccoy into holding hands with them - yes the tags are spones but i am very certain kirk would be very happy to gaslight mccoy into hand-holding as well)

Day 5: [hurt comfort or against a wall (no story planned)]

Day 6: Protective McCoy (no story planned *eta - actually i think i am going to take the one elian assigned me w/o even asking me lmao, where mccoy drinks the poison meant for kirk, but don't tell him that)

Day 7: Hand Kink (the one where spock is cucked w/ hand sex lmao)

Day 8: Public Display of Affection (would you still love and/or employ me if i was a worm?)

Day 9: Spock is a Hopeless Romantic (the flirty spock one probably?)

Day 10: [Hands or a bonus (no story planned)]

Day 11: Fuck or Die (vulcan sex magic hanahaki, this is, like. I have elements of it, but it’s not nailed down yet quite how it works. it's a vulcan disease but naturally mccoy's the one who gets it.)

Day 12: Aliens Made them Do It (the plato’s stepchildren one - i've been poking at this one since. like. january lmao. it's maybe 30% done, but it's not gonna be super long, i'm just slow with it. it is. hm. not a fluffy story. the platonians decide that mccoy simply needs to learn to say yes to them. how helpful they have spock and kirk around to help underscore the point.)

Day 13: [time loop or sex in a three way body swap or a bonus (no story planned, BUT do I really wanna write another time loop fic and/or can I really handle writing another smut fic lmao. If I did do time loop tho it would be the one where Kirk refuses to leave the time loop until he can solve the no-win scenario, i just don’t know how that goes yet. The sex in a three way body swap would be the AOS mcspirkura one, probably. Or the tos spones to mcspirk one. idk idk.)]

Day 14: Tarsus IV (kirk: i always knew i’d die alone. this is....jim character study, i think? I do need to come up w/ a happy (or at least: not sad) ending for it tho. So I’m still Thinking about this one.)

Day 15: Fake Dating (the one where the royal is trying to marry mccoy in order to keep him, and spock and kirk independently decide to fake date him to save him. also sarek loves trashy romance books. background uhura/scotty.)

Day 16: Lost the Ability to Speak (bones and uhura signing in federation common sign language - yes that's vague but all i need is something to center around tbh)

Day 17: McCoy Hurt w/ Spock & Kirk Comfort (this is like 95% of what i write lmao but i don’t have a specific plot yet)

Day 18: [Jealous Bones OR Oral Fixation (no story planned but it it’s jealousy it’s not gonna be traditional jealousy, bc I’m generally not a fan of jealousy storylines (unless all parties are unaware that they’re jealous - those I find VERY funny)]

Day 19: [Kirk is Missing, Presumed Dead or a bonus - probably a bonus (no story planned)]

Day 20: Accidental Voyeurism (okay the one where mccoy wakes up and his arm is trapped underneath kirk’s head and spock’s holding that hand as he’s laying on top of kirk and making out with him. I will have to find a plot tho. a reason. a Reason. It’s not established spirk either)

Day 21: Bondage (heh established spirk discovering mccoy’s penchant for getting tied up and/or tying others up and then literally not able to shut up about their platonic friends private habits for like a solid three months. they only care platonically of course. you don’t need those other ppl to tie you up bones you’ve got us. this one’s about 10% started.)

Day 22: Mirrorverse (mirrorverse katra sharing, it’s a whole thing, this is out of my wheelhouse but i have some Ideas, but this one isn’t going to be anytime soon)

Day 23: [reunion or teasing or a bonus (no story planned) - *eta actually for teasing i could maybe do the one where spock conducts an "experiment" in a private lab where he has mccoy & kirk work on a project for him while he gets extremely handsy w/ them - he's doing a study ("study" - they're all aware this is just spock's ideal version of foreplay) about human arousal in a working environment, and they're supposed to not let him distract them*]

Day 24: Temporary Blindness (this is going to be such a long messy mccoy whump story tbh. orpheus and eurydice part two. before i can even really start it tho i have to decide on pov, because that….really affects things for this one. but i mostly know how the story goes. also not anytime soon tho, maybe not even this year)

Day 25: Praise Kink (i COULD go temporary awkward ability if i don’t want to write anything too sexy, but the planned version is, like, kirk blossoms like a bashful babe and spock is genuinely moved when it comes to praise, but mccoy turns bright red and wants them to stop? BUT they like so much the way he flushes and struggles to accept the praise that they ask him to be good for them because THEY like it, and so he’s absolutely mortified but still? allows it for them? and they of course like it because they want to make him accept it.)

Day 26: Expectations vs Reality (counseling fic! The one where spock and kirk are dating but still somehow drag mccoy to their relationship counseling.)

Day 27: Vacation Gone Awry (no story planned) (*eta actually i think i'm changing this to Voyeurism and stretching that to make it work for the spirk - they keep coming up w/ weird sex injuries until they can finally convince mccoy to come over to help them figure out what they're doing wrong....he probably needs to watch....actually maybe hands on is better....actually maybe he just needs to stay forever*)

Day 28: Awkward Spock (checking for pulse over the liver instead of the wrist because he forgets where human hearts are when jim or leonard is hurt)

Day 29: Getting Interrupted (mcspirk sexy 3d chess - that’s right they’re interrupting mccoy’s WORK lmao)

Day 30: Desperate Measures (the enemy within one that’s 80% finished where kirk’s wolf and sheep sides both have to have sex w/ mccoy while spock melds with them both, all for very important science reasons - don’t worry about it.)

Day 31: Insecurity (*eta - mccoy gets out of a LDR and is bummed, and kirk tries to cheer him up by putting his name up for the underground "sexiest starfleet officer" bracket that scotty & uhura are running, to prove to mccoy that ppl find him attractive. unfortunately it turns out the crew finds him VERY attractive, kirk is having some jealously-related revelations, spock is gonna kill jim if he has to watch mccoy get asked out one more time, and mcco is yay close to having a nervous breakdown from being turned into a sex symbol*)

Bonus 1: nightmares (look this is fucked, just trust me this is a very messy thing and it is very fucked and i have to make all my maths fit together before i write it or it will feel too flimsy and fall apart, but. kirk's trapped in a nightmare by a parasite that bleeds into the waking world (there are reasons for it) that cause physical damage to mccoy. spock melds w/ kirk to try to change the dream. this has unexpected side effects. - this one WILL be written for mcspirk month i just don't know what day i'm replacing yet.)

Bonus 2: pet names (i think i might be able to fit the kiss me/fuck me fic into this prompt but i’m not 100% sure yet - aka the one where mccoy & kirk use “kiss me” as a SFW swear for “fuck me” and “don’t make me kiss you” as a SFW swear for “fuck you” and annoy everyone around them w/ this silly in joke until one time mccoy says “kiss me” w/o thinking to spock, and spock’s just. hmm. don’t mind if i do. and kirk thinks it’s so funny he starts kissing mccoy all the time as WELL. very pre-them even realizing they want a relationship (except for spock, spock has Plans, thank you). this will be written at SOME point, it depends if i need another bonus/if it fits the prompt enough.)

Other bonuses i’d consider if i need them, but no stories planned: blindfolds, misuse of the bond, uhura helps them out.

Other vague stories i have that i could rotate until they might fit a prompt: pacific rim au, space forgetties, [number]+1 of mccoy getting kissed awake/the +1 getting kissed to shut him up, spock going through the wringer re: mccoy getting hurt (that was written spones but could easily by mcspirk), empath era katra au, post-empath spock won't stop touching mccoy, katra transfer requires a kiss, this isn’t even all of them, it genuinely is absurd how many tag spirals i’ve written like this lmaoooo /sigh 

[rogueyami]

Garashir Fic Rec

Hey everyone! Finally I’m posting my garashir fic rec list. This is gonna be a long one so there will be a read more. So happy to share my fav fics because omg there are so many amazing writers in this fandom. Without further ado, here we go:

Why Don't You Run from Me by BlessedAreTheFandoms E, 19k

Set after interment camp 371. Julian is self destructing and he turns to Garak. I love a fic that explores Julian mental and emotional state after camp 371 and this fic really delivers. Mind the tags and grab some tissues!

call me by the old familiar name by simplyprologue M, 40k

This fic really has you on the edge of your seat. This is set quite some time after ds9 ended. Garak is Castellan and Kira is a military minister and they find Julian’s “dead” body delivered to them. Note that there is no major character death tag. You got Julian trying to expose section 31, Garak pining and devastated over Julian’s “death”, and them finally getting together :) I really love Garak and Kira’s friendship here too!

 Worth Waiting For by Syaunei  E, 48k

Orb of Time shenanigans featuring a new Kai! Julian gets thrown 37 years into the past where he runs into Garak when he was an operative of the Obsidian order on a Ferengi station. Love how their dynamic is reversed here where Julian is older than Garak lmao. This fic was such a treat to read!    

Especially the Lies by AlphaCygni M, 23k

We got the classic fake relationship featuring Lwaxana Troi! Julian is trying to get out of “dignitary sitting” by pretending he’s in a relationship with Garak, thinking he’s really going to fool Ambassador Troi lmao. But also it becomes so much more than that when they go to a gala and something seems to be amiss...

Standards of Care by sahiya E, 41k

A medical drama fic where Julian works on a cure for a dominion engineered plague that’s ravaging ds9. He’s working himself to the bone and Garak is there to take care of him through it all while helping in his own way. I really just adore sahiya’s works and recommend checking out their other works as well! 

A Bag Full of God by Vermin_Disciple  E, 35k

Garak and Bashir are married with a kid while living on Cardassia. Of course their peaceful life take a turn when they both get de-aged. They both are around 19 years old and that means that it was the time Garak was at his peak in the Obsidian Order. Super interesting to see this side of Garak where his loyalty lies with the order and Enabran Tain. He’s cunning, manipulative yet unpolished since he’s not the older Garak that we know.

Impact by sfumatosoup E, 40k

A post canon Cardassia story where Julian goes to volunteer as a doctor while also trying to look for Garak. There he meets a Vulcan, Radak, and I just absolutely love his character. A story about people being in love and struggling to let one they love know. it’s very sweet and of course Julian meddles in someone else’s love life before he figures out his own lmao. 

From Andor With Love by hingabee and PunishedPyotr E, 37k     

Julian goes to another medical conference and Garak tags along because Julian’s track record with these conferences is not... great. And yes, you guessed it, shit goes down at this conference too. A fun story where we see people from both Garak and Julian’s past and Kira is there too because she’s on vacation but she doesn’t get to do much relaxing either  

runner-up by meriwethersays E, 59k

Set post Far Beyond the Stars, Julias, a science fiction writer meets Elim Garak, a simple tailor and they soon get involved but of course, as we know with Garak, there is way more to him than meets the eye. Spy shenanigans ensue. Honestly when I started reading this fic I could literally not put it down.  

Outside Chance by wcdarling E, 49k

What if Julian actually got kicked out when Starfleet discovered he was an augment? This fic answers this question and more! We see canon events unfold and the war starts and Julian tries to still help as much as he can from the outside. 

take me closer, take my clothes off by wanderingwriter87 E, 11k 

When I first started watching ds9 and shipping garashir, I thought that Garak would def have Julian for a fitting to subtly feel him up. And lo and behold someone wrote a fic about that exact scenario thank you @wanderingwriter87 for your service!

A Well-Dressed Man by TheCheerfulPornographer  E, 17k

A beautiful story featuring Cardassian folklore, Garak making Julian a suit and of course Julian wearing the suit ;) you can imagine what happens next hehe

A Friend in the Dark by AuroraNova E, 26k

Starfleet finds out that Julian is genetically engineered so they want to court martial him. Julian accepts it and goes along with it but there is something very fishy going on here. Garak, experienced ex spy, tasks himself in rescuing and protecting Julian with the help of his friends. Julian and Garak are on the run, together they try to make the best out of a bad situation and do what they can to help with the war anonymously.

[bumblingbabooshka]

My name is [BRUTUS] and my name means [HEAVY] so with a [HEAVY] heart I'll guide this dagger Into the heart of my enemy

Something about having absolutely no choice in who you marry. About being literally forced by the law to spill blood - to accept this stranger as your husband over a man you truly care for or accept the fact that the man you love might die because you put him in danger. Something about risking becoming the wife of a man you've never even seen before a few minutes prior because you know anything would be better than putting your beloved in harm's way. Something about the trust inherent in that decision and in the way she speaks of it after. Truthfully, T'Pring doesn't know the captain and she doesn't know Spock. Either one of them could have taken her as their wife but she does know Stonn. She knows that Stonn will remain by her side no matter what. They made a plan together. They have an agreement which T'Pring believes will be upheld even though the plan changed with the arrival of Kirk. Stonn will always be there, always, and Stonn will be hers. Something about the language used around T'Pring: Ownership, subservience, non-personhood. T'Pring is an object that Spock can win. She cannot reject him, she has no say in the matter other than having Stonn 'claim' her instead. Even when Spock leaves after being very clearly rejected by T'Pring he says "Stonn, she is yours." as if despite her clear rejection he still owns her and is must formally 'give' her to Stonn. But the language T'Pring uses around Stonn is a break from that: "There was Stonn who wanted very much to be my consort, and I wanted him." Stonn who wanted very much to be HER consort and she WANTED him. The language here is very particular - It's not, for example: "Stonn wanted me to be his wife" - he is HERS. And she WANTS him. There's a mutual affection there and a strong trust - a trust which seems to be well founded since Stonn (though silent) stands by her side at the end of the episode. <- That might seem small but if Spock would reject her for 'daring to challenge' (again, the language is not 'because I don't want you' but more of an implied disgust at her having the AUDACITY to reject him) then it's not a stretch to assume that it'd be considered an insult in the TOS Vulcan society to NOT choose Stonn as her champion after a prior agreement. Anyway T'Pring was a woman in an impossible situation within a society which saw her as more of an object than a person and she wanted Stonn and Stonn wanted to be hers and she trusted that he would understand if she had to publicly pick someone else to ensure his life would be spared and he did understand.

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hello! I'm looking for a fic that I read but have since been unable to find. It's sort of an arranged marriage fic. Spock needs to marry Jim to stay on board the enterprise for some reason, but the thing I remember most is Spock taking his marital duties very seriously and he would give Jim a flower each day (or often). I would really appreciate any help in finding this fic, it's so good! Thanks!

Hello!

The only fic I could find that matched your description of Spock bringing Jim flowers often is

Vulcan's Most Eligible Bachelor by museaway

mature aos, kirk/spock, kirk/spock prime victorian vulcans, courtship, language of flowers, love letters, marriage proposals words: 30,146 'Jim wasn't the one who saved Vulcan, but he's the one on a transport right now for a month-long stay as an honored guest. What he doesn't realize is they're all going to try and court him…including his first officer.'

It's not quite an arranged marriage or fake marriage fic but it's the closest I could find that included the part about flowers.

If anyone knows which fic this is, please share it in the comments or in an ask/submission!

Here are some other fics where Jim and Spock have to fake a marriage/relationship so they can stay together on the Enterprise:

My Love Is Bigger Than Your Love by gunstreet

explicit tos, kirk/spock fake marriage, marriage of convenience, jealous kirk, love confessions, first kiss, slash words: 29,065 'When Spock's mother sends him a message with a list of suitors he must choose from in short order lest he be barred from returning to his homeworld, his only alternative is to bring his own chosen spouse to Vulcan for his parents to meet for themselves. Spock not actually having a spouse is hardly a problem in Jim's mind. However, his brilliant plan has the potential to backfire in ways Jim could easily have predicted… and ways he could not have.'

Verisimilitude by CateAdams

explicit CW: graphic depictions of violence tos, mirror!kirk/mirror!spock, mirror universe marriage of convenience, action/adventure, romance, slash words: 15,527 'A new directive from the Imperial Fleet requires all officers of command rank to enter into legal marriage. On the ISS Enterprise, the order’s purpose is obvious: to allow political operatives to gain influence within the lucrative exploits of the flagship and divert more profits and power to the Admiralty. As the deadline approaches, the captain and first officer of the Enterprise devise an unlikely solution that forces a deeply personal reckoning.'

a sequence that you never learned by annataylor

explicit TW: implied childhood sexual abuse aos, kirk/spock kid fic, fake marriage, getting together, first time words: 64,624 'When Jim gets it in his head to adopt an eight year old Vulcan, Spock presents a logical solution to the issue of Jim's humanity: marriage to a Vulcan citizen.'

the warp and weft of your being by tardigradeschool

teen CW: past implied abuse aos, kirk/spock fake marriage, sharing a bed, hurt/comfort, crew as family, mutual pining words: 7,701 'When getting legally married to Spock is the only way to keep him on the ship, Jim is more than willing to do so. (In fact, upon reflection, it turns out that there are very few things he wouldn't do for Spock.)'

You Could Call It Love by lurikko

mature tos, kirk/spock, post-canon getting together, fake/pretend marriage, slow burn, unresolved sexual tension words: 45,791 'If marrying Spock is what it’s going to take to get them both back on Enterprise for another five-year mission, then Jim Kirk damn well is going to marry Spock.'

Nature of the Bond by jadztone

explicit tos movies, kirk/spock fake/pretend relationship, temporary amnesia, misunderstandings, mutual pining, sharing a bed, friends to lovers, old married spirk, pon farr, slash words: 32,429 'Just before they are to head back to Earth after the fal-tor-pan, Spock detects that he has a bond with Jim. Still having gaps in his memory, he attempts to analyze the nature of the bond. Spock concludes that he and Jim are bondmates, and says as much in front of Starfleet brass. Jim is shocked, but goes along with it out of fear that Starfleet would declare Spock unfit for duty. After telling Spock the truth, they agree to continue letting Starfleet believe that their bond is romantic in nature, while both privately wish that it was.'

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It's spirk ficrec time! Fics with less than 400 kudos - part 2

Part 1 here ; part 3 coming soon

These things we do not speak of - Della19 (AOS)

Basically anything written by this author is the best thing you'll read today, but this one, omg, this one. I don't have the right words to describe what it did to my heart. It's a classic falling in love - introspection - pon farr fic. The author has an amazing control of their style and of the characters, and the levels of pining are astronomical. Locked on ao3, so you'll need an account to read it.

The Sea King - killabeez (TOS MIRROR)

When I found this fic I couldn't believe my eyes. It's a mirroresque Gilgamesh au, elegant, epic and bittersweet. The mix of futuristic and mythological elements is really good. Can I say Gilgamesh and Enkidu were the original t'hy'la? There, I said it. Read this if you're looking for something different and you want to be surprised.

Root Systems - Moonfishgirl (AOS)

During a stay on New Vulcan, Jim watches Spock exist inside his own culture, and in the process he discovers something about himself (spoiler: he looooves him!). Adorable fic, rich on Vulcan traditions. Read this if you are into some good Vulcan culture and ancient t'hy'la warrior bond lore.

Five times Bones and Jim forgot they were married - Goldencoalcat (AOS MCSPIRK)

This time I wanted to include some Bones/Kirk/Spock too. This fic is adorable and a good Jim character study. It explores his relationship with his family and Winona in particular, and the reasons why he has issues with being loved. Characters are spot on. Read this if you're in the mood for hurt!Jim being pampered and loved by his two husbands.

one grave too many - leafings (every universe)

Not exactly a mirror universe, but a twisted, fucked-up universe in which the crew loves Jim in a dark and obsessive way and is willing to do anything for his sake, and I mean here Enterprise rhymes with homicide. In the midst of the dark stuff, to no one's surprise, Jim and Spock also find time for their t'hy'la shit. I live for this concept.

A heart even more your own - cicia3 (TOS)

Hey, it's me. I wanted to end with this fic of mine because I really think I wrote this in some sort of mystical fit and I'll never write something this good again lol it's a Persuasion AU with some other good old Austen shenanigans. Excruciating pining + sexual tension + romance.

(last but not the least. Do you know why I specifically choose fics with less than 400 kudos? Because they are fucking amazing and it's ridiculous they don't have something like 2k kudos while they deserve so much more recognition. So PLEASE for the love of god, if you're gonna read these fics and if you'll love them (and you'll probably love them) tell the authors! Smash that kudos button, leave a comment, send them heart emojis, share those fics and don't let them die in the dust!)

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And now for something I haven't done in an age (mostly because of that, you know, dozen-year hiatus from being active in fandom, which ended abruptly this fall)...

It's Fic Rec Friday!! I'm going to try to do this every other Friday (if not every Friday; TBH it really depends on my brain at the end of a given work week...), and share the links to 5-ish of my favorite fics. These will likely be multifandom rec posts pretty frequently, so just a heads up there, but I'll clearly mark each fandom included and chunk the recs out that way in the posts.

Will I rec new fics? Seems likely! Will I rec old fics? Signs point to yes! Will I rec WIPs? Probably just completed fics for now, but we'll see! Will I be effusive in my praise of the fics I rec? Absolutely!

Recs after the jump to save you a scroll...

Red, White & Royal Blue

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest) by @kiwiana-writes [Alex/Henry acting AU | rated E | 65.5k words] Former child star Alex meets theatre graduate Henry in a queer stage reimagining of Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing.

This is the first fic that I ever yelled at MJ about, and there's been plenty of yelling since then. It checks all the boxes: it's an AU (my beloved!); there's a heap of drama on and offstage; there's big huge romance; there's really delightful humor. Also, you will feel the need to give their Henry a hug. The way MJ writes Alex and Henry always reaches into my brain and scratches it in the right place, and they'll absolutely be a frequent flyer in these rec lists.

Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood by @cha-melodius [Alex/Henry corporate AU | E | 20k words] Alex and Henry are colleagues who can't stand one another. They're assigned to mandatory reconciliation by their boss, but their therapist assumes it's actually couples' therapy, and well... things escalate from there.

How do I love this fic? Let me count the ways... after I crash-landed into the RWRB fandom this fall, this is one of the fics that really stood out to me when I was sort of frantically trying to digest all the M and E-rated (I know, super shocking) fic that the fandom had to offer. Sara always handles her characters with such care, regardless of the situation she throws them into, and couples' therapy that's not supposed to be couples' therapy is no different.

What Do I Know? by @three-drink-amy [Alex/Henry amnesia AU | E | 83.6k words] Alex has a serious car accident and wakes up a week later in the hospital with no memory of the past five years. He's shocked to learn that he and Henry are married, because they hate each other... right?

Put on your favorite angst pants for this one, because it's going to hurt. I absolutely had to pause and cry during this fic, but it's so, so well written that I can forgive the face leakage. And the promised happy ending absolutely delivers! Just, you know. Brace yourself because ouch.

Star Trek

How High the Moon by kyliselle [Kirk/Spock AOS AU | E | 37.7k words] After the destruction of Vulcan, Spock shielded his mind to protect it from his broken bond with T'Pring. Little did he know another bond had already formed in its place.

This is the first Star Trek (2009 Abramsverse) fic that made me absolutely feral, and I share it now with you because it's just that good. I'm a little bummed that the author hasn't claimed it on AO3 following the original archive being shut down, because I would love to yell at them on AO3 about it and know that they see the comments. But it's so good. I am a huge sucker for soulbonds, and Vulcan bonds in particular where they've got the telepathic component, and accidental Vulcan bonds in particular in particular, and this fic absolutely delivers. Angst galore, though, so just like with the previous rec, you'll need your angst pants.

Smallville

When a Strawberry is Pushed into a Mountain by Thamiris [Clark Kent/Lex Luthor | E | 33.1k words] While studying at Metropolis University, Clark takes a literature class and, with Lex's help, finds a new appreciation for poetry.

If you have an appreciation for Beat poetry, beautiful phrasing, and the DCU/Smallville, you'll love this fic. Thamiris was an incredibly talented writer who unfortunately passed away in 2007, but a group of her friends ensured that we'd have access to her writing in perpetuity by archiving it for her on AO3. This fic was one of the influences of the body calligraphy and intercrural sex fics I wrote for Kinktober 2023; just gorgeous, gorgeous prose altogether.