#scotty just walks away silently in this scene no reply or nothing

[daftmooncretin]

spock pretending not to understand figurative language and earth sayings just so he can roast people will never get old. like go spock play that bimbo act. what an absolute bitch.

[fanficimagery]

A Fangy Fetish

Imagine finally coming home to your family, only to realize there's something other about your little brother and his friends. But that's okay because you're not exactly the same as you were when you first left either. It's a surprising change, but one you're more than okay with after meeting Peter Hale.

Trigger Warnings: Brief conversation about death, an abusive relationship and a brief scene of spiking one's drink.  Author’s Note: Pls don’t ask about the title. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking XD

Passing up the welcome sign to Beacon Hills should fill you with glee since it's been forever that you've seen your mom and brother, but it merely makes you squirm in your seat since there was a good reason you had stayed away in the first place. And now- now you're meeting with them for the first time since you've changed and you're not sure how it should make you feel.

Your mom hasn't moved from your childhood home and as far as you knew your brother didn't have plans to move out until he had completed vet school, so it's not too hard to track them down. There's no vehicle in the driveway, but the opened curtains to the front windows showcase flickering lights from a TV being cast against the wall. Then cutting the engine, you tuck your hair behind your left ear and angle your ear towards the house to listen. After zoning out various noises, you can hear a TV show playing and your mother's familiar voice muttering obscenities when she sees something she doesn't agree with. There's no other voices or heartbeats so you figure your brother must be out.

Exhaling a nervous sigh, you pull down the visor and check your reflection in the small mirror being lit up by two small lights on either side of it. Then after making sure there's nothing on your face or at the corner of your eyes and mouth, you push the visor back up and then make your way out of the car. Walking up the steps to the front path and then the front path to the house porch, you nervously close the distance to the front door. You hesitate only a second before pressing the doorbell and then step back as you hear your mother pause her show and get up to see who it is.

The door opens and you can't help but smile when you see realization set in and Melissa McCall's eyes widen. "Y/N?"

"Hey, mom."

"Oh my god. Sweetheart!" She closes the distance between the two of you, arms wrapping tightly around you as you laugh and return her embrace. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"It was a split second decision," you tell her, letting her pull back and look you up and down to make sure you're really there. "Then I figured a surprise was in order."

She practically beams. "Come on. Come in," she says. "Oh I can't wait until Scott gets home. He's going to be so happy."

"Yeah, I can't wait to see Scotty either. It's been way too long."

Following your mom, you warily eye the doorway before stepping inside and the various scents of your childhood home make your chest ache with memories you had pushed to the back of your mind. Everything still smells familiar, even if there is a new underlying scent that makes you a little anxious and nose twitch.

"So what have you been up to?" She asks. The two of you settle in the living room and she's quick to turn off the TV in order to give you her full attention. "Catch me up."

"Well," you nervously chuckle, "there's not much to tell. School and work have kept me busy, and then there was this guy-"

"A boy?!" She gasps. "Tell me more."

"For a year," you tell her, your smile faltering. "I was with him for a year when I finally realized our relationship wasn't exactly healthy. The break was pretty amicable, but my trust in him was completely broken."

Melissa's mood immediately drops. "Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. I'm okay now." Your mom looks so heartbroken all of a sudden that you can't help but scoot closer and pull her into a hug again. "Don't be sad," you chuckle. "It's part of growing up. If I didn't go through some stuff, I wouldn't be the person I am today. And let me tell you, I really like the person I am now."

Your mom sniffles. "Well if you're happy.."

"More than," you assure her. "I mean, I could probably use a little more fun between the sheets, but-"

"Y/N!" Melissa pulls back, shock etched into her features. "I am still your mother, young lady."

You burst out laughing, quickly leaning in to peck your mother's cheek. "I know, mom. Just wanted you to stop being sad. It worked."

A moment passes and her shoulders sag. She starts to laugh with you and you're so distracted by cheering her up that you don't hear the car parking outside or the steady heartbeat getting closer and closer. It's only when the front door opens that you freeze, your mom's smile widening.

"Hey, mom, whose car is out front?" Scott rounds the corner and you're surprised at how much your little brother has grown. He stares at you, eyes widening, before a very familiar and very missed crooked smile overtakes his features. "Y/N!"

You're laughing again as Scott practically rushes you, his arms tight around you in a welcoming embrace. He's warm, like really warm, and he has a very distinctive earthly smell. But that can't be right because as far as you knew the werewolf gene did not run in your family's DNA.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asks, squeezing you one last time before letting you go and then putting you at arm's length to look you up and down. He looks between you and your mom, smiling the entire time.

"Thought it was about time I came over for a visit." You shrug. "School is on break and my boss said I needed to cash in my vacation days or I'd lose them."

"I don't even know your boss, but I already love him. If he made you come home, he's okay in my books."

You chuckle, punching Scott lightly on the arm. You open your mouth to reply, but a frantic beeping reaches your ears. You and Scott look at your mom when she frowns, she then walking over towards the kitchen and picking up a beeper. She sighs and looks towards you and your brother, apologetically. "It's the hospital."

"Say no more," you tell her.

"Don't worry. Stiles will be stoked to see Y/N so we'll keep her busy for a while."

"Stiles?" You slowly smirk. "He still a little heathen?"

"Worse." Melissa snorts. "So much worse."

As Melissa gets ready for a shift that has been passed on to her, Scott convinces you to go surprise Stiles who's in town for the week. He hasn't stopped smiling the entire time he's set eyes on you, but every now and then you see his expression falter as he stares curiously at you before shaking off whatever it is and going back to his happy self.

The three of you head outside, you and Scott promising Melissa to be home in time for some breakfast before watching her drive off. You and Scott then climb into your own car, and he happily directs you towards the outskirts of town to a seemingly abandoned building.

"What is this place?" You ask, turning off your car and then climbing out.

"An apartment building. Friend of a friend likes his privacy so he bought the building. The only occupied portion of it is the loft at the very top."

"Nice," you quietly muse as you follow after him. But very quickly you come to a certain realization and stumble to a halt. "So he owns the entire building? Privately?"

"Well yeah," Scott says. "Why?"

"Oh no reason." You try to play it off, nonchalant. "I just- I rather not barge in without meeting the guy. Walking in uninvited is bad manners."

Your brother huffs. "It's just Derek. He won't care."

"Yeah, but I will."

Digging your heels in on this, Scott sighs. "Seriously, Y/N. Derek won't mind. You can wait down here all you want, but Derek won't waste his time coming down here just to tell you to come in."

"Can't you call him?"

Seeing your pout, Scott rolls his eyes but the amused little smile doesn't go missed. "Sure. Fine." He pulls out his phone and quickly presses the contact he's looking for. Phone then put on speaker, you flash him a small smile in gratitude.

"What do you want, McCall?"

"So I have a friend down here with me and she's really adamant that she gets an invite from you before we head upstairs. She says it's bad manners to just walk on in."

The guy scoffs. "Whatever. Come in."

Well that should do it. Hopefully.

"Happy now?" Scott puts his phone away after the call is abruptly ended and leads the way inside. "Now hurry up. I wanna see Stiles flip out." You follow him, briefly hesitating at the main door before exhaling silently in relief when you're permitted entry.

The metal, cage-like elevator gives you pause, but Scott promises it works just fine. So after settling inside and vowing to kill him if the elevator fails and falls, Scott presses the button for the loft at the very top of the building. Once stopped, you're then led towards a sliding metal door which Scott readily opens. Again you hesitate, but cross the threshold with no problem.

There are two men in the loft, one whose movements are very familiar and brings a smile to your face. The other one, the one with the dark hair and scruff, well it looks like he's scenting the air until his hardened gaze lands on you. But Stiles, who'd been preoccupied by tell him a story, immediately ceases talking to see what the problem is. And when his gaze lands on you, his jaw drops open and you can't help but snort.

"Holy shit. Y/N?"

"Goddamn, Stilinski," you muse. "You grew up in all the right places." Scott groans and you laugh when Stiles' awed expression turns a bit smug. From one second to the next he's moving and making a beeline for you, the two of you colliding in a hug which he rocks you side to side in. "It's nice to see you too, Stiles."

"How long are you here for? Dad will be happy to see you."

"Two weeks," you tell him as he pulls away. "And I can't wait to see Noah. It's been ages."

"I'm all for reunions," the guy who you're assuming is Derek says, "but why the hell would you guys let me invite a vampire into my home?"

Scott scoffs, Stiles freezes, and you frown at the new guy. This was not how you wanted the news broken to Scott. Your moment of anger, however, is overridden by the fact that there's no immediate denial of the supernatural from either your brother or his best friend.

"My sister isn't-"

"What are you?" You ask, cutting Scott off, glaring at Derek. "You smell wolfish, but so does my brother. Last I knew there was no wolf gene in our family line."

"Y/N, what?" Scott then asks. "You're not- tell him you're not a vampire."

Your gaze slides to Scott and you smile sadly at him. "I'm sorry. I can't do that." He tenses and Stiles takes a few steps back, and your heart breaks. "I promise to explain everything here in a bit, but tell me what's going on. Please. You don't smell human, Scotty, and neither does Eyebrows over there."

Scott gulps and nods, eyes filling with tears that refuse to fall. "Derek Hale comes from a family of werewolves. I'm sure you remember the Hale family before you left for college." There's a huff and you warily eye Derek as he rolls his eyes. Scott clears his throat and continues. "At the start of my sophomore year, I was bitten by a rogue alpha. I turned."

"Huh. I've never met a wolf that could turn someone with a bite."

"Never met a-" Stiles starts, only to stop and redirect his line of thoughts. "Wait, there are other types of werewolves?"

You shrug. "Well, yeah."

Stiles opens his mouth to retort, but Derek is quick to shut him down. "You can get your supernatural fix later, Stiles. Right now, Scott's sister has some explaining to do." By now he's nearly shoulder to shoulder with Stiles, arms crossed over his chest as he stares at you.

The guy's gruff, but since he's not outright threatening you, you don't get defensive. "Um, I died about two years ago."

"You died?!" Both Scott and Stiles yelp.

Your lips press into a thin line as you nod. Scott frowns. "Two years ago is when you stopped coming home to visit."

"I-I had to." You glance at your brother as the first tear falls, but you're quick to wipe it away. "About a year prior to dying, I fell in love with a local. Everything was fine. I was happy," you say. "But as the months passed, I started to realize that there were blank spots in my memories. Some days I'd wake up with bruises I couldn't explain or wake up completely exhausted to the point that I couldn't get out of bed. No one, other than myself, realized something was wrong."

"What happened?" Scott quietly asks.

You sniffle, smiling sadly. "My boyfriend. He was a vampire, only I didn't know it until I was one myself."

"Why only after? Surely you could tell something was up when you were with him," Stiles says.

You shake your head, but it's Derek who says. "Vampires can manipulate the mind. It's one reason my mom wasn't very trusting of them."

"He's right. Our kind can compel people- make them forget something happened or plant memories that never existed," you admit. "As it so happened, my boyfriend was feeding off of me without my consent. And when he took too much, I would pass out and then wake up extremely weakened without a clue as to why. Most of the time he compelled me to think that I was fine- that nothing was wrong with me."

"How'd you figure it all out?" Your brother wonders.

You exhale softly. "I went out partying with some friends. On our way back, my friend lost control of the car and slammed into a tree. I died, but I died with vampire blood in my system." All three guys shift uneasily of learning about the ingested blood, so you quickly explain how it got there in the first place. "When my boyfriend was too rough with me, he'd feed me his blood since vampire blood has healing capabilities. The only downfall of ingesting vampire blood is that if you die while it's still lingering in your system, you wake up in transition."

"Which means you had to feed on human blood," Derek says.

"Yes." Stiles and Scott grimace. "I had woken up in the hospital morgue and found my way to the blood bank. It was- it was a clusterfuck," you admit smally. "I gorged, I cried, and I unknowingly compelled the doctors to make them think that I was fine and then fled the hospital as soon as I could. Fortunately for me, there was another vampire at school. When she realized I was newly turned and I told her what I knew, she felt sorry for me. And since I was a vampire myself now, all my compelled memories started to rush back. She helped me break up with my vampire boyfriend and then took me under her wing. She taught me how to control the bloodlust and introduced me to a witch who made me a piece of daylight jewelry so I'd be able to walk in the sun."

Scott and Stiles appear floored by your story, but it's Derek whose expression has yet to falter. "I have one question," he says. You nod, waiting. "Are you here to cause drama for Beacon Hills?"

"No. Never," you immediately answer him. "I honestly just came for mom and Scott. I didn't expect any supernatural to be here at all or even that my baby brother was part of it now too."

"Okay then." His stern expression briefly falters so he flashes a quick smile. "Then welcome home, I guess."

You huff a quiet laugh. "Thanks. I'm Y/N, by the way. Scott's older sister."

"Derek Hale, co-alpha to the McCall/Hale pack."

"Co-alpha, huh. Does that mean," you trail off and glance at your brother, smiling when his eyes flash red at you. "Cool. The werewolves I know can't do that. They're really only dangerous when they've transformed under a full moon. Other than that, they're as human as can be."

"I have so many questions," Stiles muses.

Derek huffs in amusement. "Don't bother. We have books on other breeds of the same species. I just never brought them out because, until now, vampires never stepped foot in Beacon Hills and we didn't have to worry about other breeds of werewolves." He turns and walks back to a metal table where various books are opened, and busies himself by browsing the pages. Stiles is quick to follow after him and pester him about these so-called books.

Scott steps closer to you, hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans as he smiles sheepishly. "So you're fine?" He wonders. "You're not gonna fang out and drain us of our blood?"

"What?" You snort. "No. If I wanted to drain you or anyone else, I'd have done it when everyone was hugging me and my mouth was literal inches from your throats. I'm fine. You guys have nothing to worry about."

"But you drink blood?"

"I do, although I tend to stick to blood bags from a hospital. If I drink straight from the vein, I only take enough to soothe the thirst and then quickly compel the person to eat a snack or go home and nap."

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

You pause. Scott stares at you, and even Derek and Stiles go eerily quiet after the question. You sigh. "Does it matter?" Scott shrugs and you hate you have to admit this. "Yes. My first victim was an accident. It happened when my friend was teaching me how to feed properly and I lost control. It happened twice more, but I was able to save those two individuals before their hearts stopped."

"Any on purpose?" Derek asks from his side of the room.

"A few." You gulp. "The moment a hunter learns you're a vampire, you're apparently fair game. If I have to take a life to keep my own, I will. Dying is not fun and I don't plan on doing it again any time soon." You notice Scott frowns at your answer, but Derek and Stiles hum before accepting your answer as appropriate. And not wanting to get into a discussion of right or wrong, you paste on a smile and change the subject. "So anyway, what else have I missed? Any girlfriends I should know about? Or boyfriends? I don't judge."

Derek snorts and Scott flashes you a crooked smile. "Actually, yeah. My girlfriend and Derek's are out right now buying some stuff to throw a party."

"Oohhh. Do these girlfriends have names?"

"Yeah. Malia and Kira," Stiles says. "Malia's my ex-girlfriend and Derek's long lost cousin, but now she's Scott's girlfriend. And Kira is Scott's ex-girlfriend who is now Derek's girlfriend."

"That is.. weird," you say, chuckling softly. "But cool, I guess, if you guys seem to have no problem with it."

"We're all pack," Scott tells you. "We're more than fine with it."

"And I'm actually dating Lydia Martin," Stiles says, "but she's super busy with school which is why she's not here."

"Lydia Martin?" Your nose wrinkles. "Snooty Martin?"

"Hey!" Stiles quickly reprimands you. "She's not so bad anymore. Not after finding out she was a banshee."

"Hold up. What?"

"Yeah. Lydia's a banshee." He shrugs. "Kira's a kitsune and Malia's a werecoyote."

"Holy shit. What the hell has Beacon Hills come to?"

"That's nothing," Derek says. "If you had been here all along, you'd have seen a lot more than just that. Beacon Hills is a beacon for crazy."

"Yeah. No shit."

What little tension that had been lingering finally vanishes and everyone shares a friendly laugh. But when a newcomer enters the apartment, it has your hackles rising.

"Ugh. Who let a bloodsucking fiend in?"

The elder gentleman that enters is rather attractive, but the scowl he's directing in your direction leaves you scowling back. "Aren't you a little old to be wearing v-necks?"

"And aren't you a little new to be taunting the big bad wolf?"

You hiss. "Do we like this guy?"

Without missing a beat, Derek says, "On occasion."

"Good." Then before anyone can blink, you use your vampiric speed to appear inches from the newcomer, grab him by the throat and pin him to the floor. Stiles and Scott yelp at your sudden movements, but you pay them no mind as you snarl in the wolf's face. "You don't wanna get on my bad side."

The wolf blinks in surprise and everyone seems to hold their breath. You see movement out of the corner of your eye, but since it's slow you don't bother to act on it. Instead, fingers gently touch your face before a thumb brushes on the underside of your left eye where you know small black veins are pulsing. "Beautiful."

You freeze and slowly ease up on the wolf. "What?"

He smirks. "If you wanted me on my back, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask." Derek, Stiles and Scott all groan. "Peter Hale, at your service."

"Y/N McCall," you hesitantly introduce yourself. Climbing off of him and steadily walking on your own two feet, you can't help but knock him down a peg when you see his expression. "And don't look too smug. The other Hale is hotter."

Meeting Malia and Kira was rather interesting, especially when you saw what they were face to face rather than just hearing about it. Seeing Scott and Malia shift almost left you speechless, but seeing Kira left you in complete awe. They had then asked to see you and Malia was the only one to not balk or make some sort of disgusted facial expression when you mentioned needed a bag of blood soon.

Over the next couple of days, Scott manages to convince you to explain to your mom about your new status as a vampire, as well as Noah Stilinski since both of them knew about the supernatural. And since Noah was like a father figure, you, Scott and Stiles got them together for a family dinner where you told them your story. Noah was angry and your mother was heartbroken, but both accepted you with open arms.

Being with your family and your brother's pack brings you a sense of calm that you haven't felt in a long while. You're easily accepted without question and it's like you've known everyone your entire life with how easily they talk with you. Peter, however, is a completely different story. While he's friendly, just like everyone else, he's a little too friendly. You were more than ready to return the teasing innuendos, but then Scott had to burst your bubble by telling you that he was Malia's biological father. Malia, however, is quick to assure you that she and Peter have a rocky relationship and that she doesn't care who Peter chooses to show affection to so long as she didn't have to see it or hear it.

You were hesitant to be so carefree and teasing with Peter afterwards, but the recent lack of male attention had you caving before the week was even over.

"So what happens if your daylight necklace is ripped off?" Stiles asks. It's now Saturday afternoon and everyone is at Derek's, making sure the loft is party ready for later that night. "Do you just burst into flames right then and there?"

"No." You snort. "It starts off as a sizzle and you have seconds to flee to the shadows before bursting into flames." Malia helps you position a keg into a large metal bin, Kira then filling the empty space around it with ice. "And my necklace is spelled. No one other than myself can remove it so I don't have to worry about someone ripping it off."

"I'm not gonna lie, I kind of want to see you burst into flames."

"You're an asshole."

"Actually, I kind of want to see it too," Malia says.

Stiles beams, pointing at Malia and nodding. "See! I'm not the only one."

You glance at Kira and she sheepishly smiles, not even attempting to deter her pack mates who want to see you purposely set yourself on fire. A moment passes before you sigh. "Fine, but you better get me a blood bag or I'm sinking fang into someone's vein."

Stiles is quick to scramble for the kitchen, no doubt making a beeline for one of the few blood bags Derek had tossed into the back of his fridge. You groan but chuckle nonetheless as you look around for the perfect spot and then find it in the corner of the loft just right by the overly large windows. Then settling in the corner with your back against the brick wall, you exhale deeply before carefully reaching behind your neck to unclasp your necklace. Grimacing, you look forward and hold your necklace out for someone to grab. Kira hurriedly steps forward and takes your necklace with gentle hands.

"Jesus Christ. I can't believe I'm doing this." You shakily raise your arm, hand reaching towards the sun rays before your fingers curl into a fist. You sigh, nervously chuckling as you shake your hand out. "Okay. I can do this. It's just a little fire and then I'll heal."

Stiles, Malia and Kira are all eerily silent as they watch you. You're grimacing before the sunlight even touches you and then your whole face is scrunching up when you feel the sizzle before hearing it. Kira gasps and your eyes don't even have to be open to know what they're seeing. Unblemished skin darkening before slowly glowing like burning embers. Seconds later the smoke starts and against your better judgment you hold your ground. At least until you feel your hand igniting in flames and then you're quickly bringing your arm close to your body and patting the fire out.

"Ow, ow, ow." You utter. "Fuck! Give me the blood!"

Stiles is staring at you, wide-eyed, before Malia rolls her eyes and grabs the blood bag from his hands to toss at you. Catching it with one hand, you nod at the werecoyote before dropping fang and biting directly into the bag. At that, Stiles gags. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

Pulling your fangs from your snack, you mutter, "Pussy," and then go back to draining the bag.

Stiles gasps in mock offense as the girls chuckle. Your hand had immediately healed after your first gulp, but you drain the bag anyway since you're going to be around a lot of strangers later on.

The loft door slides open and immediately all three wolves wrinkle their noses.

"Why does it smell like burning flesh?" Peter asks. No one says anything, but their eyes slide to you knowingly. You sheepishly smile as you hide the blood bag behind your back. Peter's eyes narrow. "What did you do?"

The heaviness of all their stares makes you squirm. "It was Stiles' idea!"

"Hey!" He barks. "Don't forget about Malia and Kira." Both girls frown at him in betrayal, but he merely shrugs in return. "If I'm going down, I'm taking all of you with me."

All three werewolves sigh, rolling their eyes. Scott and Derek bring in the delicate black lights that need to be fixated around the loft, and the buckets of neon paints. Peter drops whatever was in the brown paper bags he was holding and then saunters towards you. He spots Kira holding your necklace and snatches it from her hands. You subconsciously press your back into the corner, but Peter merely smirks as he unclasps the necklace in his hands and holds it out, waiting to place it around your neck.

"Come on, sweetheart. We don't have all day." Your eyes narrow at his teasing smile and you step towards him so he can put your necklace back on. And since you're facing him, refusing to give him your back, he reaches around you to clasp the necklace at the back of your neck. Then letting it settle against your throat, he untucks your hair from the chain and then gently cusps the sides of your neck in his hands while his thumbs brush along your jawline. His smile drops. "Don't do that again. If Stiles wants to see a fire, let the moron set himself ablaze."

"Hey! I heard that."

You blink in surprise at Peter before he takes his leave, only to see the subtly surprised expression Derek is sporting and the sour expression your brother can't help but show. Malia is indifferent to the exchange, Kira looks rather amused, and Stiles is just put out because he was called a moron. Nothing else is said on the matter, so you quickly flee the corner of shadows and get back to work.

          - - - - - - - - - -

The party has only just begun by the time you send Malia and Kira on their way. You had painted both their faces with wolf-like features- Malia in blue and Kira in orange. You had also painted markings along their collar bones, and swirls and floral patterns up and down their arms. They were prepared to wait for you, but you insisted they head on out and that you'd join them soon enough.

You're left alone in Derek's bathroom, bowls of paint and paintbrushes scattered along the counter top as you determine what you want. Eventually you settle for neon green skeletal features, jagged teeth painted over your lips. You outline your neck and collar bones, and then stand there while you fan yourself so the paint will dry.

The faint sound of creaking catches your attention and you immediately glance towards the doorway. Peter stands there, leaning against the door jamb. "Love the handiwork," he says. "Are you taking any requests?"

You faintly grin at him. "No because then that puts the pressure on me to give you exactly what you want. But if you want me to paint you a surprise, then I'm your girl."

"Hmm. My girl. I think I like the sound of that."

"Of course you do." Your eyes roll, but the quirk of your lips tells him you're amused rather than annoyed. "Now get in here. I'll try and make it quick." Peter pushes off the door jamb and walks in, getting up close and personal to your back. You think he's trying to make you squirm, but you merely frown when you realize just how much taller he is than you when you stare at him in the reflection of the mirror. "Well this isn't going to work," you mutter. Pushing the bowls of paint and paint brushes aside, you turn around and hop onto the counter. "There. That's better."

"So much," he says while stepping into the space between your knees.

Snorting, you let the remark slide and grab his face in your hands. Turning his face this way and that way, you hum as you determine what you're going to paint for him. "Wanna match?" You ask. Then without giving him a chance to answer, you grab the bowl with green paint and a paintbrush. "We're gonna match, but you're only getting half a face because I really need to get out there and dance."

Peter fights off a smile as you grasp his chin with one hand and then quickly dip a paintbrush into the green paint with the other. The moment the loaded brush touches the center of his forehead, however, he schools his features so you have an unwrinkled canvas. The left side of his face gets the skeletal treatment, but when that's done you can't help but dip three fingers into purple paint and drag them down the unpainted side of his face.

He grins afterward. "Does this mean I can mark you back?"

"I don't see why not. Just nothing on my face."

Peter carefully coats his entire hand in pink before he looks at you, eyes darting up and down as he determines where he's going to mark. He smirks and then gently wraps his hand around your throat. He leaves it there, squeezing just so, and you gulp beneath his hand.

"Ooohh. Don't threaten me with a fun time." His eyes flare blue in response and you can feel your own eyes change in return as he drops his hand and slowly leans in. You put a hand on his chest to stop his progression. "Seriously, Hale. If you mess up all my hard work before anyone has a chance to see it, I will rip your jugular out."

Peter growls and you quickly lean in to snap your fangs right in front of his face. He shudders and you chuckle lowly before nudging him back and hopping off the counter. After all, you had a party to attend.

          - - - - - - - - - -

The party has a bit more people than you'd expected there to be and even Derek seems a bit surly over how any people are in his home. But the DJ is amazing, the drinks are flowing, and the strobe lights are flashing in tune with the beats.

Everyone is lit up, whether it be their clothing or because of the paint, and you readily slide into the dancing masses. You don't seek out anyone in particular, choosing to dance on your own or anyone who sidles up to you in order to have a good time. But the second they get too handsy for your liking, you're shoving them off and moving on.

You're dancing, swiveling your hips and laughing with a few females who were all too happy to have you join them. You turn around, putting the girls at your back when your hands slide up your neck to gather your hair and hold it up off your neck before letting it fall once more. Your eyes somehow manage to find Peter, but the once teasing wolf looks anything but teasing. In fact, he looks rather pissed. And that- that just won't do.

Pushing through the bodies, you eventually make your way towards Peter from behind and tiptoe so your chin hooks over his shoulder. "So who are we killing?" You muse.

He tenses, but upon realizing who it is he's quick to relax. And without missing a beat, he says, "Two o'clock. Apparently this young man, if you can even call him that, has made the mistake of spiking a drink in hopes of giving it to one of the young ladies here. Fortunately, every female he's tried to pawn it off on has been smart enough to not take the pre-made drink."

His words immediately sour your mood. "Well that just won't do."

Before Peter can stop you, you're falling back onto the balls of your feet and practically skipping towards the guy Peter had been murdering with his eyes. A smile here, a touch there, and whispered promises of a good time goes a very long way and it doesn't take long to have the guy following after you. Then as you're about to pass up Peter with Troy (that was the guy's name, the one who was looking to roofie some poor innocent soul) following you, you flash Peter a wink and mutter follow me just loud enough so that he could hear.

You manage to avoid the rest of the pack as you lead Troy out of the loft and into the hallway, manhandling the all too eager dude-bro against the wall. He's a pretty decent looking dude, but his smug aura and tendency to roofie his potential hook-ups is a major turn off. So you tease him with a pretty smile, leaning in so your lips are just centimeters apart.

"Forgive me. I hope I'm not interrupting."

You pull back, turning half way and grinning at the intruder. There stands Peter, looking like he's not sorry at all. But Troy- Troy is annoyed. "Fuck off, man."

"Well that's no way to talk to your betters," Peter drawls.

"Yeah I gotta admit," you say. "That was a dick thing to say."

Troy glances between you and Peter, scoffing. "Whatever. I can find another girl to get laid by back in the party."

He goes to push off the wall, nudging you out of the way, but your hand lands in the middle of his chest before shoving him back into the wall. "I think not." Then meeting his gaze, you smile cruelly as you say, "Do not make a sound."

Troy's mouth opens as if to tell you off, but not a peep comes out. His eyes widen and Peter chuckles as he saunters towards you. "Huh. Having a vampire around could come in handy."

"So says the werewolf," you muse. Troy struggles against your hand, but he's not going anywhere. Not even when he raises a hand to strike you because Peter reaches out with lightning quick reflexes and catches his wrist. You smirk before looking at Troy. "Now that wasn't very nice. I was just going to let you go after scaring you a bit, but now.."

"Now," Peter says, "I think it's time we give you a taste of your own medicine. Let you know how it feels to have something taken from you without your consent." Troy's eyes widen even more while you and Peter snicker at the spike of fear in his scent. "Y/N, will you do the honors?"

"With pleasure." You stare at Troy, willing your features to change right before his very eyes and hissing when your fangs elongate. He renews his struggle in order to get away, but with your strength and Peter's he's going anywhere. "Now this is going to hurt like hell," you coo. "I want you to feel the fear of every girl you ever roofied just so you could get your dick wet."

Your smiling façade drops as you snarl, opening your mouth wider as your head rears back before you lunge forward and sink your teeth into Troy's neck. You feel him stiffen in pain, struggling even more to get away as you harshly drain his life's essence through the wound in his neck. But the second you feel his struggle lessen, you pull back and lick the corners of your mouth.

Peter chuckles darkly as you pat Troy on his cheeks. "Perk up some, will 'ya? I hardly drained an artery."

"Uh, sweetheart? I don't think he can talk."

"Oh. Right!" Catching Troy's gaze once more, you say, "You can make sound again, but you're never going to speak about what just happened. You're going to forget that monsters exist. All you need to know that if you ever see my face or his face again," you compel him while gesturing to Peter who's now standing over your shoulder, "then you're going to remember something terrible happened but you're not quite sure what. You'll just be deathly afraid. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Good. Also, you're never going to spike another drink ever again. If you ever just THINK about taking anything without the person's consent, you're going to get violently ill and remember the pain in your neck from when I sunk my teeth into it. Got it?"

"Y-Yes."

"Awesome! Now, run along. You're no longer welcomed here."

Troy blinks rapidly, his mind clearing briefly as the compulsion sets in. When he sees you again, and then Peter at your back, his eyes widen before he scrambles to the side and rushes for the elevator. You laugh and wiggle your fingers in a mocking wave. Then the moment he's in Derek's death trap of an elevator and is descending, Peter's crowding you against the wall as he dips down so his hands can grab the back of your thighs and lift you up.

Your legs automatically wrap around his waist and you have a split second of being surprised before his mouth is pressing against yours, tongue licking into your mouth a couple of times, teasing yours, before teeth pull on your bottom lip as he retreats. You groan, hands finding purchase on his shoulders before sliding back and up, and settling at the nape of his neck. "So, uh, violence really does it for 'ya. Huh?"

"You have no idea." Peter leans in once more, nose brushing against yours and leaving you anticipating his next bruising kiss, but he merely presses his lips softly against yours. You whimper and he smirks. "Now, now. Patience is a virtue." You growl and he chuckles. "Trust me. The last thing we need is to get carried away in the hall and-"

"Oh gross. Seriously, you guys!?"

Peter sighs as you jolt in his hold. You're already staring wide-eyed at your brother, so Peter slowly lets you down before bringing you into his side and slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Yes?" He drawls.

Scott wrinkles his nose. "You guys good out here? Stiles said he saw you leave with a stranger and Peter looked a little too happy about it."

"It's fine," you assure him. "Just some guy trying to roofie himself a quick lay." Scott bristles, but your too calm demeanor keeps him from asking questions. "If you're wondering, I just scared him a bit and then sent him on his way."

"Y/N!" He says. "He's just going to go out there and do it again."

"Please," you scoff. "Do you think me dumb, brother? I obviously compelled him."

"She did." Peter smiles. "And it was marvelous. You should have seen it."

"I don't know. It seems to have gotten the both of you amped up so I assume it's something I'd have disapproved of." You and Peter both smile innocently at Scott, and he rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Either rejoin the party or go somewhere else. Don't have sex in the hall. I have to walk through here."

As Scott disappears, you hum and nudge Peter with your hip. "Well would you look at that. You got the alpha's permission to defile his own flesh and blood. Wherever shall we go?"

"I've got a condo downtown."

"Too far. My car is downstairs," you say as Peter chuckles. "We can take the edge off first and then head back to your place."

"Finally! A McCall whose choices I can get behind."

"Are my choices the only thing you'd like to get behind?" You smirk at him, winking, and then start heading towards the elevator. "Lets go, Mr. Wolf. I only have less than a week left in Beacon Hills and I'd like to find out exactly how rough a wolf like you can get."

[illogicalpunkwrites]

The Cave

Long time no see! Sorry it’s been a while. I’ve been in grad school and it’s pretty much sucked the life out of me. But I really missed writing so I figured I could write for my favorite character. Thank you so much for reading! Pairings: Leonard McCoy x Kirk!Reader

*Part two is here

Words: 4.8K

Warnings: injury, fluff, angst (?), swearing, badly written fight scene, Leonard and Reader being stubborn shits, Spock being a cocky shit

Tags: @bloodangelballerina @theweepingvulcan91​ If anyone else would like to be added let me know!

“Captain.” Spock greeted as he caught up to his friend. Jim clapped him on the shoulder. “I must commend you and Commander Kirk on your success in Nuvaruta. Not many would have been able to complete that mission.” 

“Eh, nothing we couldn’t handle. I’m just surprised she didn’t drop the artifact when she got hit!” Jim laughed. 

“Well, it was only a flesh wound. A woman of her position is surely used to it by now. No need to worry about her.” An ensign brushed by Jim, yelping out an apology. 

“She’s still my sister, Spock. Head of security or not, I always worry about her.”

“And captain or not, she will always worry about you.” 

“Well-” They both got quiet when they reached medbay, hearing yelling and seeing Nurse Chapel waiting outside the door, acting like nothing was happening and playing with her nails.

“Nurse Chapel, is everything alright?” Spock asked and she looked up at the science officer. 

“Oh, just the same thing every time Commander Kirk comes back from a mission.” Jim sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“How many times are you gonna be in my damn medbay! I swear you get hurt more in a day than an ensign does in a whole year!” Leonard bit and you rolled your eyes. 

“How many times are you gonna complain every time you see me? I said thank you!” You replied. “You act like I’m ungrateful!”

“No you’re just stubborn as a bull!”

“Pot calling kettle black!” You laughed incredulously. “It’s in my job description to get hurt, it’s in yours to patch me up! But you can’t do that without henpecking at me every damn time!” 

Jim, Spock, and Christine all waited outside. By this point in the mission, they all knew that it was better to just wait it out than to break it up. 

“Henpecking?”

“Yes! I swear you like it when I come in because it gives you something to gripe about!”

“No because you coming in pushes me that much closer to an ulcer! Just get outta my medbay, I got work to do!”

“Gladly!” You walked out of medbay, looking to see the three waiting outside. “Hey.”

“Alright, c’mon. I need your report.” You and Jim walked away, leaving Christine and Spock near medbay. They walked in to see Leonard sitting at his desk with his forehead in his hand. 

“Doctor, are you alright?’ Christine asked and he sighed. 

“Yes, Nurse Chapel. I’m fine.” He replied. “Whaddya need, Spock?”

“I came here with no intention to talk to you, but now it seems I have. I would like to talk to you about Commander Kirk. Why is it that you two argue so much?” The vein in Leonard’s forehead seemed like it was about to pop as he turned to face the Vulcan. 

“Because she’s stubborn and reckless, that’s why!”

“As are you.” Christine looked at Spock with her eyebrows raised and stepped back a bit when Leonard stood up.

“I am not!”

“You are, which is why I am confused. Of course, you are not as reckless as Commander Kirk but you are as much if not more stubborn. You both share a drier sense of humor, both care a great deal about those you work with-”

“What’s your point, Spock?”

“I believe you become irritated when she’s hurt because you care for her. The more she gets hurt, the more irritable you become. There’s a remarkable amount of tension between you two.” Spock clasped his hands behind his back as Leonard walked up to him. “You are simply worried about her and are too stubborn to admit your feelings for her. Meaning it comes out in irritation and rage, making her angry and irritable.” 

“I don’t like her.”

“I think Commander Spock has a point...Doctor.” Christine interjected. “I think you’re also frustrated because you feel like you can’t like her. She is the Captain’s sister after all.”

“Good point, Nurse Chapel.” Spock commended. “It seems that she might be forbidden to our doctor.”

“A forbidden fruit, if you will.” Christine offered and Spock raised an eyebrow at her. Leonard rubbed his temples and she tried to hide her smile from him. 

“Spock, aren’t you needed on the bridge?”

“Oh no, not for some time.”

XXXXXX

Crew-

We are headed down to the planet of Thurilia. It is a barren planet that has not been inhabited in over 100 years but it carries another artifact integral to the Nimbus mission. Don’t mistake it’s barrenness for peace, there are hostile Romulans also looking for the artifact. We must also be wary of dust storms and flying debris from crash landed ships. For this mission I will require Commander Kirk, Commander Spock, and Doctor McCoy.  

“Got everything you need, lass?” You finished attaching your phaser, communicator, and collapsible kali. You missed your regular uniform, all of you required to wear a more suitable and impenetrable to the suffocating dust. It was too bulky for your liking but you knew it was more practical. 

“Ready, Scotty. Just make sure to remember to beam us up.” You clapped his shoulder and jogged over to the teleporter. Of course, the only spot was next to Leonard. “Dr. McCoy.”

“Commander.” You noticed Spock looking over at the two of you and you furrowed your brows at him. 

“Ready, Scotty.” Jim stated. You would never get used to the tingling of the teleporter. It would always be a strange sensation no matter how many times you used it. You all landed on the planet and you wondered if it made Spock feel the least bit homesick. It was a desert, but the sand was purple and the sky always dark. 

“Alright, everyone make sure your masks work. We’ll only have a little bit of warning before a storm kicks in. Lieutenant Uhura will be watching that for us. It gives off a a chemical signature but that’ll be hard to pinpoint with the dust and the crash sites. If you spot any romulans, call for backup and don’t fight them alone.”

“Should we go off in pairs, Captain?”

“I think we should. Might attract less attention and we might find it faster.”

“I shall go with you then, Captain.” You and Leonard’s heads snapped up from your tricorders. 

“Of course, Mr. Spock.” 

“Jim are you sure splitting up is the best idea?” You replied and Jim patted you on the shoulder. 

“Of course. I want you two to go northeast towards the strongest signature. Spock and I will go southwest towards the strongest signature.” The two walked away, leaving you and Leonard standing dumbfounded. 

“That green blooded hobgoblin.” Leonard muttered under his breath as you started following the signature. 

“You comin’ or not?” You called over your shoulder. He jogged up to catch up with you and pulled out his own tricorder. You were both silent, the only sounds coming from the wind and the robes you were wearing flapping. 

“How’s your shoulder?” He asked and you looked over at him quickly.

“It’s much better now, thank you.” He nodded. However, he wasn’t looking where he was stepping and felt his foot sinking down quickly. “Leonard!” The sand felt like it was grappling him, staining his robes a deep purple against the brown. You grabbed his arms and started to pull him out, your feet lacking traction and eventually you resorted to digging your knees in and pulling him along as he kicked. The grip loosened and he fell on top of you, pushing you into the sand. He quickly rolled off of you and panted like a wild dog. 

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, this is why I hate space.” He replied and you chuckled. 

“Welp, gives you one more thing to complain about.” You stood up, dusting off your robes and offered your hand to him. “Watch where you’re stepping.” 

“Yeah, yeah, got it.” He took it and you helped him up. “This place is a death trap.”

“I dunno, I kinda like it.” You responded. “If you look closely, the sand sparkles a bit.”

“I just got a close look, or have you already forgotten?” You rolled your eyes and kept following the signature. 

“You could’ve gotten a closer look had I not been here.” The two of you were silent save for the wind and the beeping of your tricorders. It was so peaceful yet destructive at the same time. No one could possibly live there, it had claimed the lives of so many and had become a resting ground for pieces of space travel. But the silence, the stars, it was beautiful in a way. 

“Commander, Doctor, I’m picking up a storm. Might want to head for cover.” Uhura informed over your communicators. 

“See any structures?” Leonard asked. You squinted down at your tricorder, the sandy wind already picking up. 

“There’s a cave near us, if we hurry we can get there before it gets too bad!” You called back. As you traveled, it became increasingly difficult to move or see. You had to trust your tricorder and stick close to Leonard.

Suddenly, something whizzed by in front of the both of you. 

Then another.

“Hurry!” You called back and grabbed his hand. From what you can guess, pieces of a nearby ship had begun to fly off. Each piece nearly missed you by mere feet. At least for a little bit.

“Ah!” Leonard cried and faltered a bit.

“We’re almost to the cave! I can see it!” You pushed him into the cave and looked to your left. A large piece of metal was bounding right towards you. You yelped and jumped in, right before the metal buried itself in the sand. You stared blankly as you realized it had blocked the entrance save for a small corner at the top. You turned around when you heard Leonard hiss in pain and saw blood soaking his robes. A piece of shrapnel had impaled itself into his side. “Leonard! Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine!” He snapped and you sighed, pulling back the robes and mask from your face. 

“You lay down, I’m going to get some light in here.” You pulled out your phaser and luckily found a pile of rocks. You shot at them, making them burn a bright red and give off some light. “Where’s your med kit?”

“What?”

“We gotta fix that up. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Where’s your medkit?” you unwrapped part of your robes and made a makeshift pillow for him as he pulled out his kit. 

“You sure about this?”

“You got a better idea?” He laid down and rested his head. You cut away at the fabric on the robes and he jumped when it pulled at the piece of shrapnel.

“Be careful!” 

“I’m trying to be, you mule!” You snapped back and he stared at you.

“Did you just call me a mule?”

“A mule that’s gonna tell me how to stitch it up.” He sighed and prepared himself.

“Alright, hit me with the hypospray on the furthest right. That’ll numb it.” You did it quickly. “Now turn whatever’s in there.”

“What?” You yelped. “Turn it.” You did as he asked, wincing as it spun through the flesh slightly. He could still feel a little bit it wasn’t that painful. “Okay it turned, it’s just in my flesh, not a rib. Now pull it out.” “But that’ll make you bleed more.”

“Just do it.” You prepared yourself and quickly yanked it out. He jumped again and winced. “Third hypospray from the right!” You quickly injected it and the bleeding immediately slowed. “Take the device on the top left and do a criss-cross on it.” You did it, watching as the material tightened up and closed the wound. “Now clean it and let’s hope we’re found before it’s infected.” 

“You don’t have a hypospray for that?” He just looked at you, making you roll your eyes. “Are you alright?”

“I will be.” You pulled out your communicator.

“Kirk to Kirk.”

“Kirk here.”

“Doctor McCoy and I are trapped in a cave by a piece of a ship. I’ll send you our location so that you two can come get us when the storm’s over.” “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Doctor McCoy got hit by a piece of shrapnel.”

“I’ll be fine, Jim.” Leonard called out. 

“You two hang tight, we’ll be there as soon as we can.” You took off the rest of your robes, leaving you in a black top and pants. 

“Are you cold?”

“No, I’m fine.” Leonard replied. 

“How many of those numbing hyposprays do you have?”

“One more. I’ll let you know if it gets too bad.” He replied and you nodded. You were both silent as you took inventory of what you had in the cave. You had some emergency stuff but if the storm lasted a while there might be trouble. 

“Thanks.”

“Huh?” You spun your head around and saw Leonard looking at you.

“Thank you, for fixing me up. You did a pretty good job.”

“You’re welcome. I think that’s the first genuine compliment you’ve ever given me.” You smirked and he chuckled. 

“I guess I’ve been a little rough on you.” You sniffed in laughed and sat down next to him, getting close to him and the rock for warmth. 

“A little?” 

“Alright, alright, I get it.” He replied. “I guess I can be a little to hard on you.” You hummed in response. “Y’know you’re not that much of a peach yourself.”

“A georgia peach?” You replied and he rolled his eyes. “Look, I know I’m not the easiest person to work with but you’re not either. And we’re stuck in this cave together until they come and get us. So all we have to do is not kill each other until Jim and Spock come or something comes to kill us.”

“Comforting.” He replied.

“I try.”

XXXXXX

You were busy going through your logs on your PADD, sneaking your eyes over to Leonard every now and then to make sure he was alright. To make the time pass by a little faster, you played music lowly. Of course you two had to argue about what kind of music for a little bit before you just put on some Tchaikovsky. You had some spattered communication with Jim and Spock but the dust storms had picked up too much to the point they had to hole up somewhere too. Last you checked, they were still okay and the doctor had taken his last hypospray.

“So, why did you join up?” You were broken out of your thoughts to see Leonard messing around with a small rock in his hands. 

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye on Jim, might as well be me.”

“That’s it?”

“I don’t really have a more noble or complicated reason. I didn’t really have any other place I wanted to go. Plus I didn’t want to stay in one place too long, I get too antsy. My parents did it, George joined up, Jim joined up, then I did. I get to strategize, protect, travel, and be with Jim at the same time.”

“So it was just the right thing to do?”

“In a sense. I mean, it’s always been me and Jim. I couldn’t imagine not being able to see him for five years. Jim always kept me out of trouble, I kept him from flying too close to the sun.”

“So you’ve always been a pain in the ass?” You genuinely laughed at that. 

“Yeah, I’ve always been a little shit. But I’ve put that energy towards keeping people safe and annoying you. Now I’ve told my story, spill.” He sighed and adjusted himself a little against the ground. 

“Eh, not much to tell. Wife left, I was a doctor that needed to get away, and found myself at star fleet.”

“I’ll never Jim calling me that day and telling me about you. He said you were some hypochondriac that nearly threw up on him in the plane.”

“And Jim told me you were his hot headed sister who couldn’t keep your trap shut.”

“And look where we are now: trapped in the same cave.” You mused. “Wanna play 20 questions?”

“What?” “I don’t know how long we’re gonna be here, might as well pass the time. I’ll go first if you want.” He sighed and nodded his head in agreement. “Alright, what do you miss most about Georgia?” You leaned against the cave wall on the other side of him, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“I know I’ll sound like an old southern gentleman but sitting on a front porch in a rocking chair.” You sniffed in laughter and he looked over at you with an annoyed look.

“Hey, I’m not judging. It does make you sound like an old man. Ask me a question.” He thought for a moment or two.

“What are you afraid of? There has to be something.” You groaned and covered your face. “C’mon!”

“No, you’ll laugh!”

“I won’t laugh, I promise. With what you’ve seen and done, it has to be truly scary.” He reasoned and you shook your head. “Then what is it?”

“It’s...birds. I’m afraid of birds.” There was silence between the two of you. 

“Are we talking geese or-” “Doesn’t matter. I’m deathly afraid of all birds.” When he didn’t say anything else, you looked up from your palm to see his body shaking with laughter. “Hey! You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

“With everything we’ve seen!” “Alright Hercules, other than space what are you most afraid of?”

“Flying.”

“Man you chose the wrong job.”

“Come over here, I can barely hear you.” You rolled your eyes but made your way over to the wall next to him, resuming you previous position.  “What do you miss doing that you can’t do on the Enterprise?”

“I miss cooking. I love to cook and it sucks that we only have replicators. I’m a pretty good chef if I do say so. I make a mean skillet pot pie.”

“That sounds dangerous. I do miss home cooking.”

For the next fourteen questions, you found out a lot about each other. You both enjoy reading in your spare time, both think Jim and Carol should suck it up and go out already, you had the same favorite old tv show, and generally had a lot in common with each other. You told stories about your youth like when you fell of the roof of your grandfather’s barn, when you rescued a stray dog you found in some cornfield in Iowa, and how your father had raised you to become an old movie buff. He told you about med school and the time that he accidentally ate a hallucinogenic plant and was tripping for three days. It seemed like he could be just as reckless as you sometimes. He told stories of before you joined up and the adventures he and Jim were on, how many times he had pretty much saved Jim but didn’t think he did anything special. You would’ve hated to admit it before but you were enjoying getting to know him.

“After Starfleet, what do you want to do?” He asked. At this point, you were laying down next to him, sharing your robes as a pillow. 

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t cop out now.” He chuffed and you shook your head.

“I really don’t know, McCoy. This i pretty much all I’ve ever known. You can go to a hospital or clinic, I don’t know where else to go. I don’t want to be a civilian officer, don’t want to be a body guard to some stuffy politician.”

“You can settle down?” You snorted. 

“Yeah, me, settle down.”

“You don’t want to?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. Yeah, I want to be married and have kids one day but I just don’t think it’ll happen. I have a difficult job where I get hurt on a daily basis. Not a lot of people can handle that.”

“You’ll find somebody, Kirk. You’re a catch.” You looked over at him with a smirk. “Don’t tell anyone I told you that.” You laughed and propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at the open area at the corner of the cave.

“Last one, what’s one thing you wish you had known more about before today?”

“You.” He answered and you looked down at him. “I used to think you were the most annoying person on the ship. I was always too hard on you and didn’t even try to talk to you without Jim there to keep us calm.”

“Why did we both decide to hate each other?” You laid back down next to him. “Seems like if we weren’t on that ship we would get along well.” You were silent for a little while. “Perhaps we’re both stubborn. I didn’t like you because you didn’t like me. From the first time I got hurt-”

“You’re Jim’s sister. Jim’s my best friend. The first time you got hurt, I felt an even more overwhelming sense of duty. I had to take care of you even more so than my other patients. Not only are you his sister, you protect us with little regard to yourself. You’re only afraid of birds, not death. I know this is all jumbled but...I think I was scared to get to know you because-” You noticed how his speech was becoming slightly slurred.

“That sense of duty would be even stronger.” You were both silent again. “I’m sorry, Leonard.”

“I’m sorry too.”

“How about when we get out of here we share a drink. I’ve got some damn good whiskey I think you’d enjoy.”

“Sounds like a deal.” You shot up when you heard banging at the front of the cave and grabbed your phaser. You slowly made your way to the large piece of metal and heard some talking on the other side. 

“Romulans.” You muttered and hurried back over to Leonard. You cursed when you saw that he had begun sweating again, his skin pale and clammy. “Leonard, listen to me. I have to move you behind the rocks alright?” He nodded as his head lulled to the side. You grasped underneath his arms and began to drag him, noting that the piece of metal was moving slowly in the sand. “Don’t make a sound, alright? I’ll take care of them and we’ll get back to the Enterprise.” You turned to go away and find some cover but her grabbed your hand.

“Wait, Kirk.” You looked back down at him and he squeezed your hand. “Don’t make me patch you up again.” You smiled softly.

“I’ll do my best.” You hurried to a rock on the other side of the cave and waited for the Romulans to breach. It took them a little time but they finally moved the shrapnel enough to get through. You weren’t well versed in linguistics so you couldn’t make out what they were saying. They came over to the rock serving as heat and light and muttered amongst themselves. They knew someone was there. You could hear them growing closer and heard their phasers click off, presumably not to stun. You looked over at Leonard and saw his shaky breathing, you couldn’t let them find him. As they got closer to you, you finally popped over the rock and shot one of them in the knee and the other in the shoulder, stunning them. You sighed and almost went over to Leonard before a shot rang out and grazed past you.

There was one more waiting outside the cave. 

You hurried back behind your rock and thought about what to do. You could try to get some shots out but he had you cornered, he’d easily hit you first. If he got you, then he would get Leonard. He could also easily ambush Jim and Spock. You decided your best option was to wait and try to get the upper hand if he decided to move closer. 

You listened for his footsteps, grating the sand underneath him. If you could disarm him then you would get your chance. He wouldn’t wait for you to surrender, you didn’t wait for them. He was calling out something to you and even with the language barrier you knew he was cursing you out. As soon as you heard him close enough, you leapt over the rock and tackled him. You rolled to the other side of the cave and you tried to smash his hand against the wall so he would drop his phaser. You felt him kick your shin, then kneeing your hip and you cried out. With one last hit, he dropped his phaser but before you could get your shot, he punched your jaw and flipped the two of you over. You tried to shoot again but the shot just went to the rocks above. He now held your wrists in a crushing grip, willing you to let go. You did the only thing you could do and kick for some sort of advantage. You went for his knees, his stomach, any place you could think.  He was starting to get irritated, he was starting to get desperate. He let go of your unarmed hand to grab the knife in his belt and your eyes went wide. You had to act fast. You grabbed the only thing you could, a rock, and hit him in the side of the head. He finally let you go and you scurried away from him, training you phaser on him. You didn’t realize how hard you had hit him and realized he wasn’t going to move any time soon as blood came from his temple.  You hurried back over to Leonard to see that his eyes were drooping. 

“Leonard! Stay with me!”

“Are you hurt?”

“Just bruised, I’m fine. Hang in there, alright? We’ll figure this out!”

“Commander!” You heard a familiar voice call. 

“Spock!” You cried out. “Hurry, we need to get Dr. McCoy out of here.”

“On our way!” Jim yelled back. You looked back over at Leonard and held his hand. 

“C’mon Leonard, we’re almost there.”

XXXXXX

The events on Thurilia changed a lot of things. It was noticed immediately that you and Leonard weren’t bickering as much. Nurse Chapel noticed that the vein in his head wasn’t ready to pop at a moments notice anymore. It didn’t seem as explosive. Of course, there was still an argument after he quickly recovered about her almost getting stabbed but it wasn’t nearly as tense as the others. 

However, that wasn’t the only thing that got the crew talking. 

Leonard was no longer in his uniform. Instead, he was in his civilian clothes that he usually wore once the day was done: a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt from his college days. He walked down the halls of the enterprise late in the night to get to your door, two glasses in his hands. He knocked and the door soon slid open to reveal you in your civilian clothes with a smile: a fleet sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. It was a little shocking for you to see each other out of uniform but it was oddly comforting. It had shown that the time in the cave had done a lot of good. You two visiting each other for a nightcap had become a regular occurrence.

“What movie did you pick?” He asked as he walked in. 

“Princess Bride. It’s a movie from the 1980s.” His eyes widened, still shocked about your movie collection. “It’s got fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, escapes, true love, miracles!”

“Sounds surprisingly sappy for you.” He chuckled as he poured the drinks. You sat down on your bed with the remote in hand and rolled your eyes. 

“Did you not hear the first part of that?  What with all the violence?” He offered you a glass and you gladly took it. 

“Yeah, yeah I heard you. It sounds great.” He sat down next to you against the headboard and you started the movie. It was a little off-putting how grainy it was but you insisted it added to the charm of the film. The movie continued and Leonard looked down to see the stars in your eyes as you watched. You were absolutely mesmerized by the story and kept telling him facts about the film. He noticed the tightness in his chest and coughed a little, hoping it was just the burn of the whiskey. 

But it didn’t go away. 

XXXXXX

Spock and Uhura watched with wide eyes as they rounded the corner to see Leonard smiling with two glasses in his hand as he walked into your room. 

“Spock, tell me I’m not hallucinating.”

“I believe, ashayam, we are witnessing what you humans call a miracle.” 

[wickedsingularity]

What Makes You Different [One-shot]

Fandom: Star Trek Pairings/characters: Jim Kirk x reader (but not really) Words: 2351 Warnings: Disapproving parents, mention of bullying

Summary: Three scenes from Jim and his significant other's lives, showing their progress from friends to marriage.

Note: For @thefanficfaerie‘s Backstreet's Back challenge. Sorry this is so late! Moving is exhausting... I had the song "What Makes You Different". I wanted to do so much more with this, but lack of time and energy and living in boxes came in the way.

When I look at you, I see something rare A rose that can grow anywhere And there's no one I know that can compare

She had been in his Warp Theory, Basic Warp Design and Astrophysics classes at the Academy. Jim hadn't paid much attention to her at first. To him, she was just the same as what the rest of their classmates saw her as, the mining-spawn that didn't belong in Starfleet.

She had come from basically nothing. Her parents were third generation miners on a struggling moon that had been colonized right before the Federation was founded. She had been expected to join her two brothers in the family mining business – brothers who had too big ambitions about how to make the business flourish, but she had always looked to the stars.

Only when they had been paired together for a project in Astrophysics towards the end of the first semester, did Jim's eyes open up to her. Her determination to do well, and how well she actually did. How she was able to turn a deaf ear to their classmates' whispered remarks or a blind eye to the eye-rolling whenever she gave solid answers to their teachers. How effortlessly smart she seemed to be. Something about it felt familiar to Jim and they made fast friends, and towards the end of the first year of the Academy, she was one of his closest friends.

After celebrating yet another aced end-of-year exam, Jim came back from a bar in the city centre, a bit unsteady on his feet from one too many Andorian ales and found her lying across a bench near campus, arms behind her head, staring up at the sky.

"What're you lying here for?" he asked, stumbling over and leaning across the back of the bench.

She hadn't even turned to look at him, but just nodded gently upwards.

He looked up at the dark sky, littered with stars and the occasional blinking light from a shuttlecraft on the way to one of the many space docks up there.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" she asked, a small smile on her lips.

Finding it hard to stand there and look up in his state, Jim sauntered around and unceremoniously lifted her legs and plopped down on the bench, letting her rest her legs in his lap.

"It is," he replied. "But why're you lying here in the middle of the night staring at it?"

"It's the reason why I'm here," she said simply. "I just got so tired of studying for the exams and feeling like I'm constantly walking uphill, I needed to get out here and be reminded of why I'm here. I used to spend countless nights sneaking up to our roof at home and just stare at the stars. Have I ever told you about that?"

"Don't think you have..."

She went quiet for a bit, still gazing upwards. "My parents always said I was a dreamer who had her head stuck in the clouds," she said finally, quietly. Jim looked away from the diamond studded black canvas and down to her face, barely lit by a nearby streetlamp. "That's why I started sneaking up on the roof at night. Didn't want to sit on the porch or in the garden anymore. They said I had to keep my feet on the ground. Stop wasting my time in the clouds and join my brothers with the mining. But I never wanted to be stuck underground, in the dark. I wanted to go up, into the light."

"Space is dark," Jim then said, humour in his voice. "There's no light up there."

"It's light to me. Stars, suns, planets, all emitting light." She got quiet again.

Jim rested his hands on her legs. His thumbs moved absentmindedly over her smooth skin until she spoke again.

"I studied on my own. And then I ran away and took the entrance exam. My parents were not happy, to put it mildly. But I longed for the stars. I can't remember a time when I didn't long for them."

Jim hummed. "I think I've longed for them too."

She looked at him. "But it still took being beaten senseless and a dare from a Starfleet Captain to make you sign up."

"Gotta play hard to get." He flicked the skin on her ankle, right above her well-worn flats.

"Hard to get aren't exactly words I would use to describe you, Jim Kirk." She lifted a leg as if she was about to kick his face.

Jim chuckled, but then they fell silent again, looking back up at the night sky. Jim felt like he sobered up as his admiration for her grew.

And when they graduated a few years later, after the destruction of Vulcan, when he watched her from the crowd as she gave her speech as the top of her Engineering class, he felt so proud. Knowing where she came from, knowing how most of their classmates had ridiculed her and talked behind her back and said that "mining-spawn had nothing to do in Starfleet", and yet she had surpassed them in almost every class and had earned the right to speak for her division at the graduation.

He never told her though, how proud he was. Not until many years later.

You don't know how you touched my life Oh in so many ways I just can't describe You taught me what love is supposed to be

From the second Jim landed on Altamid in his escape pod, he worried for his crew. He was thankful Chekov was with him, that was one crew member accounted for. But the rest... He had seen so many pods being captured by swarm ships as he fell towards the atmosphere and it had given him a sick feeling in his gut.

How many were dead? How many had made it to the surface? What had they met there? More danger?

He tried not to let his worry cloud his judgement as he, Chekov and Kalara made their way back to Enterprise's saucer section. As he exposed Kalara's true intentions. As he and Chekov blew up the saucer to save themselves. As they found Scotty and Jaylah and made plans to rescue the others.

Thinking back on it all, it was all a blur to Jim. Finding out about the Franklin and Edison and what he had planned. The whole rescue operation was just blank, with the occasional flash of memory here and there. Grabbing Jaylah's hand in the air and being beamed back, the moment when the first swarm ships exploded, and Edison being ejected into space. Those three memories stood clear in his mind. Not even the aftermath – the medical check-up and the reports and the counsellor session he was required to have, all of it seems like a blur when he thinks back years later.

But like a bad classical movie, the blurry out of control world seemed to clear up and right itself the moment he laid his eyes on her at the birthday party Bones had arranged for him. He hadn't seen her during the rescue mission but trusted that she had been beamed onto the Franklin if she was alive. He had enquired about her after everything was said and done, but there hadn't been time to find her. It was a relief though, to see her safe and sound, albeit a bit tired and with a small bruise on her jaw. They had just started exploring the possibilities of a romantic relationship, and he was glad he still had the chance to pursue it.

She met his eyes and the classical movie-clichés continued, as his heart skipped several beats and he felt his face flush. He only hoped Bones didn't notice because the good doctor would think he was getting sick and would start pressing that wretched tricorder to his face again.

Jim flashed her a quick smile, regretting that he was stuck in a conversation with Spock and not able to go talk to her. But when she smiled back and raised her glass in a greeting, he turned to Spock.

"I'm sorry, Spock. But we have to continue this conversation later, there's someone I have to see." And without even waiting for an answer, Jim rushed through the crowd to where she leant on a table near the windows at the back of the room.

"Hi," she said. "Glad to see you're okay."

"You too," Jim said, feeling a bit breathless. The relief of seeing her alive and well was greater than he realised. "I've heard great things about how you held your own against Krall's men."

She flushed in embarrassment. "I'm sure it's all lies."

"I doubt it. And Scotty says that you averted a crisis on the Franklin, while we were falling to the ground."

"Oh, it was nothing. He could have handled it."

"No, he said he wouldn't have seen it. And if you hadn't redirected the power, Sulu would have never been able to take off."

Silence fell between them. Then she raised her glass to her lips, a playful expression crossed her face. "You come here just to embarrass me with praise?"

"No. I'm just proud of you. But... Can we talk later?" Jim asked quietly, staring into her eyes, watching them go from crinkly and smiley to worried at his question. "It's nothing to worry about," he hurried to add. "Nothing bad, I hope. I just... need to talk. About us."

"Okay, yes, we can talk." Her smile came back. "By the fountain out in the centre square? Or somewhere more private?"

"The fountain is okay. And then we'll see how it goes." Jim winked and was pleased to see her face flush again and her eyes blink rapidly for a moment.

Then she nodded with a small smile, recovering quickly. "Happy birthday, Jim," she said, laid her hand on his arm and leaned in to kiss him quickly on the cheek. And before he knew it, she was gone.

Love you give shines right through me Everything you do is beautiful Oh, you're beautiful to me

The room was packed with colourful and exotic costumes and dresses. Tables along walls with bright and flavourful food from most of the different members of the Federation. Flowers one could never find on Earth were set up in tasteful centrepieces on all the round tables, each one high and grand enough to strike awe, but each one restrained so as to not block the view of the other guests around the table. It all brightened up an otherwise bland ballroom on New Vulcan.

Jim had to admit it was strange seeing all this materialistic beauty, and frankly, a little bit of gluttony, on New Vulcan. But the Federation felt it was politically necessary to have this banquet there to show off how far the Vulcans had come in the years since Nero destroyed their planet. And it showed how adaptable they were, without losing themselves.

Movement at the table Jim had just left in order to get a plate of fruit caught his eye. In a dress in a shimmering colour that reminded him of the oceans on Risa at night, his wife grabbed Uhura's hand and pulled the communications officer up and to the dance floor.

Wow, wife. It felt too strange. They'd only been married for a month, and Jim was still getting used to the thought of being a husband, being tied down to one person for the rest of his life. He had never thought he'd get to that point, but he was happy he had. And thinking back, he should have known it would happen since the day he was paired with her for that project in Astrophysics at the Academy.

Jim watched his wife dance with Uhura, hypnotized by the way she moved. And he realised he hadn't yet danced with her that evening. So, he set the plate of fruit down and navigated between the other dancers and tapped Uhura on the shoulder, his eyes on his wife.

"May I cut in?"

Uhura glanced between the two, a small smile on her lips. "She's all yours, Captain. It's about time I get Spock onto the dancefloor anyway."

"Hello, husband," she greeted as he took her hand in one of his and laid the other low on her back. "I never get tired of saying that."

"And I never get tired of hearing you say that, wife." He dived quickly in for a quick kiss. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Meh, these events are so dull. It's much better now though." She winked.

They danced in silence, eyes only on eachother. As far as they were concerned, there was no one else there.

How far they'd come, Jim thought. She, from a cadet from a mining-colony to Commander-rank and Scotty's Assistant Chief Engineer. Assistant, because becoming just Chief meant being transferred to another ship. Jim, from a hot-headed too young captain who could never settle, to a diplomatic explorer with a crew he would die for and would die for him.

And the two of them, from good friends to her running scared when he flirted with her for the first time, to best friends years later and then husband and wife. Jim knew without a doubt that he wouldn't be the man he was without her. He had been ready to give up the life of captain, he had lost his way and his purpose. That talk by the fountain on his birthday on Yorktown all those years ago... He told her how he felt about her, and how he felt so lost in his life. She had taken his hand, and kissed him for the first time. And it fell into place for him. She tasted like space, she belonged in space. And so, did he. In space and with her.

Jim halted their dance.

"What?" she asked, looking concerned.

"I just... love you," he said, the hand on her back pulling her closer and his lips meeting hers.

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Rescue, pt. 3

here’s the final update!! sorry this took so long. i wrote half of it, and then i got sick and then i worked a bunch of crazy hours at work so i didn’t have the chance to finish it until now. this is the first time i’ve ever written a fight scene like this so please cut me some slack lol. enjoy!

Felix ran back to Game Central Station, making a beeline for his game. On his way out, he learned that the game he had been trapped in all that time was Hero’s Duty. It brought him some comfort to know that Brad couldn’t fatally harm Tamora since she was in her own game, but that didn’t lessen his haste to get her away from him as soon as possible. He found Ralph walking out of the outlet for Sugar Rush and hurried after him.

“Ralph!” he called out.

“Felix!” he replied. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Felix answered, brushing off his friend’s concern. “But we need to get Tamora out of there as soon as possible. What’s the plan?”

“We have to go back to Hero’s Duty,” Ralph replied. “Turbo wrote himself into the code there. If we can destroy the code, he’ll be gone for good.”

“What about Brad?” Felix asked.

“His code is intertwined with Turbo’s,” Ralph explained. “It’s impossible for one of us to create a whole new character that wasn’t written into the code. Only a game’s creator can do that. Turbo must have split off a piece of his code and taken the rest from Hero’s Duty.”

“Are you sure?” Felix asked.

“We spent hours talking to Sour Bill,” Ralph said. “He knows more about this stuff than anybody.”

“Alright,” Felix said. “So how do we get into the code room?”

“I don’t know,” Ralph admitted. “If Turbo hasn’t gotten to the soldiers, we’ll need to ask one of them to show us.”

“Let’s head to Tapper’s,” Felix suggested. “If Turbo’s tried to brainwash Tamora’s soldiers, he probably wouldn’t think to look there.”

“Lead the way.”

As the pair entered the bar, Felix spotted Tamora’s most trusted soldier, Kohut, leaning against the bartop. He quickly approached the muscular man.

“Kohut,” he said.

“Hey, Felix,” Kohut replied, clearly in the beginning stages of intoxication. “What’s up?”

“We need your help.”

“No can do, buddy,” Kohut said, his speech slightly slurred.

“Come on, this is serious,” Ralph interjected.

“I’m serious, too,” Kohut said.

“Kohut, please, it’s about Tamora,” Felix pleaded.

“What, havin’ lady troubles, little man?” Kohut said with a chuckle.

“Listen to me!” Felix said, hopping onto the counter to be at eye-level with him. “Turbo is back and he rebuilt Brad Scott out of his own code and they kidnapped me but Tamora stayed behind so they would let me go and now she’s trapped in some creepy dungeon with a half-brained clone of her ex-fiancee. Show us the code room in Hero’s Duty or she’ll be stuck there for who knows how long.”

This seemed to shake Kohut out of his slightly buzzed state. He stood from his barstool and dropped a few coins on the bar to pay for his drink before turning back to Felix and Ralph.

“Let’s go.”

Deep in the underground of Hero’s Duty, Tamora was hogtied on the floor. Turbo had returned to find Felix gone, and he was furious with Brad for letting such a crucial part of their plan walk out the door. 

“How could you do this?” Turbo asked, pacing the floor and waving his arms dramatically as he spoke. “The plan only works with both of them here. We’re no closer to the glitch than we were before.”

“I’m sorry,” Brad said, his head down in shame.

Tamora watched, curious about what Turbo could have done to manipulate Brad this way. He was probably four times Turbo’s size, and yet he was cowering before the minuscule racer. 

“‘Sorry’ doesn’t help us now,” Turbo said. “Come with me while I figure out how to fix the mess you’ve created.”

Brad sulked as he followed behind Turbo into the next room, leaving Tamora alone. Soon, she heard footsteps as Felix crept back in. He tiptoed over to her as quickly as possible and began working on the knots in which she had been tied up.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” he whispered.

“I’m fine,” she answered. “Did you bring it?”

“It’s right here,” he replied, patting one of the pockets on his toolbelt. Inside it was a radiant, blue cube containing the code that kept Turbo and Brad alive. Once it was destroyed, they would cease to exist.

He managed to untie the ropes from her wrists and Tamora sat up and helped Felix with the tight knot that bound her ankles together. The moment she was freed, the couple embraced, savoring the moment of tenderness before what would inevitably be a difficult encounter with Turbo and Brad. 

“Where’s Ralph?” she asked.

“Right outside with Kohut in case anyone tries to make a run for it,” he answered. “The rest of your troops are in Sugar Rush keeping Vanellope safe.”

“Good,” she said. “Let’s end this thing once and for all.”

She moved to stand, but Felix reached for her hands, prompting her to stay put. He looked into her eyes, unable to hide his concern.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked cautiously. “We could always have Ralph or Kohut come in instead.”

“I’ll be fine,” she answered.

“I know you will, I just...” he trailed off, moving one of his hands to cradle her cheek. “I know this whole ordeal has to be taking a toll on you. Don’t feel like you have to be here when his code is destroyed. I don’t want you to have to see that again.”

“It’s different this time,” she responded. “It may look like him, but that is not Brad.”

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked. “I know you don’t need protecting and you hate being coddled, but I know how difficult this is for you. I hate to see you hurting.”

“I’m sure, Felix,” she said softly. “Yes, this is hard. This situation has dug into my old wounds in a way that I never expected, but I’m strong enough to get through it. I got that strength from you.”

“Oh, Tammy,” he sniffled, overcome with emotion at her admission. She wasn’t often this open about her feelings, and it affected him deeply every time. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” she said. “Now, let’s exterminate these creeps.”

“How sweet,” came a voice from the other side of the room. The couple turned to see Turbo emerging from the adjoining room with Brad in tow. “Please, don’t let us interrupt the moment. Especially since it’ll be your last.”

“I’d be careful if I were you,” Tamora said as she stood up from the floor.

“And why is that? Think you’re a match for Dr. Scott? I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Turbo snickered.

“Because we have something that can erase the both of you from existence,” Felix said.

“The code,” Turbo whispered, overcome with dread. 

Felix reached into his toolbelt and procured the glowing cube, holding it up for everyone to see. Tamora gave him a small nudge to encourage him to destroy it before the situation could escalate any further. He paused to look up at her, silently asking her if she really wanted to witness this firsthand. She gave him a small nod, and he held her gaze for a moment, searching for any signs of hesitation from her. When he found none, he took a deep breath and raised his arm so that he could throw the code onto the ground. Something collided with his arm, and before he realized what was happening, Turbo had him pinned on the floor and the code had skittered across the room. 

Tamora glanced back and forth between her husband and the luminous block on the opposite side of the room. Felix saw her inability to decide between saving him and destroying the code and spoke up as he fought against Turbo.

“Don’t worry about me,” he grunted as he struggled against the racer. “Get the code.”

She ran for it, planning to stomp down on it and crush it under the weight of her boot. Before she could reach it, Brad swooped in and grabbed it off the floor, using his free hand to grab her by the arm and press her back against the wall.

“Tammy!” Felix called out.

He shoved Turbo off of him, the sight of Tamora in distress giving him a newfound strength. In mere seconds he had crossed the room, running straight up to Brad.

“Get your hands off my wife,” he said as he hopped up to Brad’s level and used his powerful legs to kick him in the jaw, sending him toppling to the floor.

Tamora wrenched her arm away and the code clattered to the ground. Turbo ran up from behind and tackled Felix, giving him no chance to fight back. She tried to intervene, but Brad grabbed her again and pulled her away from them.

“Let me go,” she ordered him. 

“Why do you care about him so much?” Brad asked, frustration seeping through his voice. “Turbo told me how badly he treats you. He said we’d be doing you a favor by getting rid of him.”

“Turbo is lying to you,” she said. “Felix is a good man. He takes good care of me, and he loves me more than anything.”

“No,” he muttered under his breath.

“You can try to kill him, but I will do everything in my power to stop it,” she said. “And if you succeed, I will never forgive you. If you let me destroy that code, Turbo will disappear forever. You won’t have to listen to his lies anymore.”

Brad released his hold on her and bent down to pick up the block of code that lay at his feet. 

“And tell him what happens to him when that code goes away,” Turbo interjected, a smug smile on his face. “Or did you forget that Brad disappears with it?”

“Is that true?” Brad asked, locking eyes with Tamora. She nodded sadly.

“That’s right, Scotty boy, you and I are one and the same. You’re nothing without me,” Turbo said. 

“Turbo has done terrible things to this arcade, and he’ll continue if we don’t stop him,” Tamora said in an attempt to reason with Brad. “The glitch he’s after is just a little girl. If we let him go, he will kill her.”

Brad looked at the code, and then at Tamora. Just when it seemed as though he was going to hand it over to her, Turbo spoke up again.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said. “If she gets her hands on that code, her little handyman goes bye-bye.”

They turned to see that he had his hands wrapped around Felix’s throat. He tried to fight back, but he was quickly becoming dizzy and weak due to the lack of oxygen. Tamora felt her heart constrict in her chest as he struggled to breathe in Turbo’s tightening grip. She reached for her sidearm.

“Not so fast,” Turbo said, squeezing just a bit tighter. 

Tamora dropped the gun on the ground and took a step back.

“Good,” he smiled. “Now, Brad, I want you to bring me the code.”

Brad met Tamora’s gaze and saw the heartbreak behind her eyes.

“As for you,” Turbo continued, glancing pointedly at her, “if you make even one step toward that code, I will crush Mr. Fix-It’s windpipe. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“What happens after we give it to you?” she asked. “You let him go?”

“More or less,” Turbo replied. 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“He goes, you stay,” Turbo answered. “And if I ever catch the two of you together again, I won’t hesitate to make you watch him die.”

Tamora locked eyes with Felix, trying her best to stop her tears from spilling over onto her cheeks. No matter what choice she made, she would never be able to return to her life with him. She despised this feeling of complete helplessness; she had always been the one in command. Felix wished he could reassure her that everything would be alright, but even he couldn’t muster the optimism to believe it. A terrible choking sound escaped his throat as Turbo’s grip tightened.

“I’d hurry up and make a decision if I were you,” Turbo said.

She took a step back toward Brad. Felix saw the defeated look of acceptance in her eyes and knew what she was about to do.

“No,” he tried to say, but the word came out on a strangled wheeze.

Their eyes met and he made a desperate attempt to communicate with her without words. He knew that she was about to give up her life, her happiness, to save him, but he could never go back to his life knowing she was stuck here forever. Tamora faced a similar dilemma: she knew that Felix was willing to die if it meant her safety and the safety of the arcade, but she would never forgive herself if she didn’t save him. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered before turning away from him.

She faced Brad once more.

“Go ahead,” she said.

Brad hesitated. He had witnessed the exchange, and he saw how much they were willing to sacrifice for one another. As he saw the sadness in Tamora’s eyes, he knew what he had to do.

“You love him, don’t you?” he asked.

“I do.”

“And you’re happy with him?”

“Yes.”

Brad gave a nod of grim acceptance.

“I’m sorry we did this to you,” he said.

And then, before anyone could stop it, he crushed the code within his grip.

“You fool! What are you doing?!” Turbo shouted as he slowly faded into oblivion.

Felix fell to the ground as Turbo disappeared, and he coughed and sputtered as he fought to catch his breath. Tamora ran to him, cradling her head in his hands. She took his hammer and placed it in his hand, and together they tapped it against his neck. He gasped as the damage to his throat was undone and he could breath freely once more. The last thing Brad saw before dissolving into thin air was the couple sharing an emotional embrace, and he knew he had made the right choice. This was the only way Tamora could ever truly be happy, and he had learned that loving someone was all about putting their happiness first. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate, knowing that he was leaving her in good hands.

“Goodbye, Tamora.”

[inifitywar]

kai anderson smut submitted by @writerforprompt

a/n: this is written really well and i liked how you included a bit of back story with the whole platonic reader x winter scenes. ngl i was shook when i read the remote part and had to reread it to make sure i read it right lmao. but yeah this smut it really good, you guys should check it out below the cut! 

(also don’t forget the read the warnings!)

Kai Anderson X Reader First Person Smut

Kai Anderson Smut

First Person

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Manipulation, Kink Shaming, Foul Language, Heavy Dub – Con, Anal, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Unsafe Sex, Object Insertion, Choking, Unsafe Practice of BDSM, Drugs and Alcohol (Mentioned Use), Innocence Play, Hinted Pregnancy, Rough Sex, Camera/Recorded Sex, Cult Association, Masturbation

Authors Note: I don’t own Cult or any of it’s characters. Hope you enjoy this short story! Let me know what you think.

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“Who do you love the most?”

His eyes stared into mine and, not for the first time since meeting him, I felt terror shock a line up my spine.

“Love is a myth.” I replied looking up at him from under my dark lashes, moments away from tears, hoping to hear his disagreement. It didn’t come. Instead, he licked his lips and tightened his hold on my pinkie.

“Is that your greatest fear?” He followed up.

I blinked twice, letting a tear glide down my face, smudging my eyeliner down my cheek. I took a deep breath.

“Yes.”

“You’re very dear to me. Do you know that? All that you have suffered; it’s beautiful.” He took my chin with his other hand and tilted my head upwards. Lust and madness danced gleefully in his eyes. He brushed my hair over my shoulder.

“I love you.” I choked out.

He chuckled.

“Liar.” He grabbed my throat roughly, shaking me rough, somewhat playfully. He slapped my cheek lightly. “You’re scared.” He observed.

I was breathing roughly, terrified.

“There’s nothing to be scared of.” He ran his hand through my hair. “Do you know why I wanted you to here? I saw something in you that was trapped, locked away deep inside you. I saw potential. You’re not scared of me; You’re scared I’ll show you who you really are. You want me to. That’s why you came to me, special one.”  

My legs were trembling. He knew. His smile slowly stretched from ear to ear.

“P-please.” I whispered, not knowing what I was begging for.

“It’s okay, baby – I know what you need.”

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. He knew.

Winter told him.

It was the first time I had ever been invited to a party. It was loud and there were plastic cups everywhere. I scanned the room until I spied someone with a shred of decency. She leaned against the wall with an unopened bottle of Tequila. She caught my eye and turned to gaze at the crowd of drunks, humping and dancing to the music that came from the speaker. She smiled and walked over to me.

“This party is shit. A bunch of pigs just waiting until you get drunk enough to give them a chance. Wanna ditch?” She shook the bottle teasingly.

I didn’t know her. But then again, I didn’t really know anybody there. What was there to lose?

“Sure.”

She introduced herself as Winter Anderson and within moments we were at her house. A couple of hours passed like nothing. By the time we swapped ex horror stories the bottle was empty, and the room was foggy from the smoke. A bong sat between us on her bed.

“Truth or hit?”

I threw back my head and laughed, staring at the ceiling for a moment. I was still moving, even though I sat perfectly still. I swayed back and forth to her music before looking her in her eyes, ready to answer.

“Truth.” She smiled and took a hit.

“What gets you off?” I blushed, and scanned my brain for an appropriate answer, so I wouldn’t be judged.

“When a guy whispers in my ear.” I settled with a tame turn-on.

She laughed. “Bullshit.”

“What?” I protested, letting a nervous cough of a laugh to escape my lips.

She leaned forward and stuck out her pinky finger. I hesitated. I didn’t really know her. Fuck it. I let out an excited breath and leaned forward to twist my red pinky ginger around her blue one. I blamed my boldness on the drugs and alcohol.

“Calling someone Daddy; Being told what to do; When Daddy gets rough with me. That’s what gets me off.”

She looked into my dark eyes to see if I was telling the truth. I was. She smiled and laughed it off. “I knew it was something like that.” I froze.

“You can tell?”

She shook her head quickly. “Not unless you look for it. Have you ever done something about it?”

“No. My ex didn’t want to.”

“You should.” She smiled and took a hit. Then she proceeded to tell me about Scottie Mickels and how she let him do anal. That’s how it went for a while, that is, until I could just lay back on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

“Hey.”

She shook me out of my day dreaming. It felt like someone was pulling me down from a cloud. I felt weightless. I turned my head and found her eyes.

“Yes ma’am?”

Her eyebrows jerked upwards. She looked around the room and threw a pencil in my direction.

“Hand it to me that pencil.” Wordlessly, I took the pencil from in front of me and stuck out my hand to give it back to her.

“Here you are ma’am.”

“Holy shit.”

I stared at her.

“You’re really out of it.” She decided it was time to go to bed. She put the bong on the nightstand and pulled me off the bed. She wiped off the little pieces of weed off her blanket and laid me down underneath it. She then gave me a glass of water to drink. I felt like I was on a swaying boat. Winter set herself down on the other side of the bed and placed her phone in between us. I let her music lull me to sleep.

The next day she told me about her brother.

The day after that, she took me to him.

I told Kai about my childhood. I told him about my mother, my brother, and my sister, but I never told him about what I think about when it’s the middle of the night, and nobody’s awake. I never told him, but he knew.

I suspected he knew from the very start.

“Come over here.” He released my pinky and sat in the middle of his couch, taking off his shirt in the process. He treated the situation as if it was nothing, leaning back against the cushions, waiting. Shame flooded me for my growing excitement and terror. I followed him after a beat of indecision, and soon stood in front of him.

“Now sit on Daddy’s lap.” I let out a harsh breath and stared at his lap. He licked his lips and rubbed the outline of his cock with the palm of his left hand. I almost obeyed.

“It’s a little early to start misbehaving.” He chided. His right hand pulled my wrist towards him, urging me to sit. My knees bent on both sides of his hips and I lowered myself onto his jean-clad budge. He let his hands latch onto my waist, bunching my skirt and pulling it up a few inches to expose my upper thighs. Before I could catch on, he brought his hips to rub and hump at my core. He bounced me roughly up and down on him and grunted in pleasure. My hands found his shoulders and I held on to him as he continued to quench his sudden need for friction.

“Kai! I-,” My sentence was cut off when he stopped thrusting against me and held my throat, squeezing twice. He grabbed me hard enough to let me know I had done something to displease him.

“You want to get my attention; you call me Daddy. I mean, isn’t that what you want? You want a nice, strong Daddy to take care of you and this.” He let go of my throat and groped my pussy. I was humiliated, horrified. But he was right.

He pushed my panties to the side and swirled his fingers inside of me, groaning in approval at how wet I was. My cheeks burned in embarrassment.

“D-Daddy, please.”

“Get on your knees.” He slipped his fingers out and brought them to his lips, tasting me before he released me. I obeyed without hesitation.

“Baby, I’ve been a little stressed lately.” He rubbed my hair and pulled me closer to kneel in-between the V of his open legs. “We’re so close to winning. Everything’s going perfect. And I’ve got to stay in control to keep focused.”

I nodded and looked into his eyes. He wanted to play first. My eyes widened in innocence. “I understand, Daddy.”

He smirked and let his left hand undo the button on his pants. My eyes followed his movements. Kai slowly slid his zipper down and pulled out his cock and balls. “You’ve never seen a man’s cock before, have you?” He slid his hand up and down him shaft. It stood in front of me, large and hard. I shook my head and looked up at him innocently.

He let his blue hair fall to his shoulders and tied mine away from my face. “I have a way you can help daddy.”

“How?” I bit my lip and took a shy glance at his lap.

“Take your clothes off.” His lips twitched into a sinister smile.

“What?” I blinked up at him, innocently tilting my head to the side.

“Listen to daddy.” He warned. I slowly took off my dress. “And your underwear.”

I complied, eyes never leaving his. I was soon back between his legs. He took ahold of his member and aimed it in my direction. “Now suck it.”

I hesitated. He grunted in frustration, annoyance and pushed my head down towards his pelvis. I close my eyes as he humped his hard cock against my face. I gasped in shock. Kai took this as his chance and placed his ball sack in my mouth.

“Get them nice and wet, or else Daddy’s gonna start playing rough.” He whispered with the intensity of a caged beast. Silently, I ran my tongue around his sensitive skin and coated his balls with my saliva. He hissed at my compliance and humped his cock against my nose and forehead. When he was satisfied with my work, be backed away and lined up his cock against my closed mouth. He pulled my hair and I yelped in pain; He wasted no time and lodged himself between my cheeks. I gagged, and he thrust forward.

“Fuck! That’s it!” He yelled in satisfaction. He chucked and kept on thrusting into my throat, making me gag. “I knew you’d help Daddy; I knew you’d be so good at his.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped the outside of my right cheek a couple of times, leaving a line of his cum to connect from my lips. I looked up at him, wondering why he stopped.

I froze when he pointed his phone at me. I heard his camera click. He stuck his cock back into my mouth, snapping a picture of the bulge it made. I gave an involuntary suck and swallowed around his member.

“Look at me.” He commanded. My eyes snapped to his. “Good girl. Keep your eyes on the camera.” He snapped his hips to meet my mouth without warning. He grunted like an animal as he fucked my mouth, staring at me through his phone screen, making sure he got my eyes in the shot. I wiped my eyes when he finally let me catch my breath.

“Come on – say it. Come on, baby girl. Who’s your daddy?” He said from behind his phone. I looked directly into the camera lens.

“You are. You’re my daddy.” I licked my lips.

“That’s right, baby, and what are you doing right now?” He chuckled fondly.

“I’m helping you relax, Daddy.” He groaned.

“On my lap.”

Kai grabbed a bottle of lube from his jean pocket and tossed his pants onto the floor. He coated his fingers well and sat me on his lap, my back to his chest. I leaned forward and looked backwards at him.

“What are you doing, Daddy?”

“Daddy needs a little more help relaxing.” He spread my legs wider. My eyes widened.

“I’m a –,”

“Virgin? Daddy knows. Don’t worry, Daddy’ll take care of you.” I inhaled sharply, my mind racing. What?

I gasped in shock when he slid his middle finger into my ass. I couldn’t speak. He moved his finger in and out, exploring my walls.

“Daddy!” I pleaded in shock. His other hand groped my left ass cheek, roughly kneading my flesh and slapping it. He pulled out his finger and rubbed some lube around my hole. His pointer finger joined his middle pumping in and out of my ass. It burned. All I could do was paint as pain and pleasure intertwined within me. He moved to trace circles around my clit while he fingered me from behind.

“So good. You’re doing perfect, bitch.” I jumped at his rough tone. His touch grew rougher. He added a third finger.

“Daddy, I can’t!” I choked out, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

“You think you have a choice now? You already said you would help Daddy. You’ve been teasing me every meeting.” My cheeks burned. I wanted to deny it, but it was the truth. All those times I thought he didn’t notice.

“You wanted this.” He accused. “This is what you think about when you finger your greedy pussy at night.” With that, he took his fingers out of my hole and immediately replaced them with his cock.

“Ah!” I hissed, gritting my teeth and exhaling sharply. He felt so big inside my walls. I could feel every inch of him, sliding in and out, chasing after his own pleasure. He grunted and fucked upwards into my ass. I felt his balls slap against my thighs. His fingers left bruises on my hips and breasts.

“That’s it, slut. You needed this. I could tell you needed this. That’s it, take Daddy’s big cock.” He moaned sharply before pulling out and pushing my shoulders forward, sending me to fall halfway onto the coffee table. He was on me in an instant, jamming his cock into my pussy. He licked his fingers quickly and rubbed small circles around my clit.

I panted, letting small bursts of air to leave my parted lips as he continued his thrusts.

He smirked at my appearance. Hair wildly bouncing in time with my breast, pupils blown, eyes wild. “Daddy just couldn’t resist, baby. You understand I’ve been under a lot of pressure.” He fucked into me faster, harder. “You’re helping Daddy out so much – being such a good girl. Daddy’s almost done.” He leaned forward to scrape his teeth on my shoulder. “You’re gonna look so good filled with my cum.”

“I -I…” My back straightened. I wasn’t on birth control. He wasn’t wearing a condom. He caught my eye and let out a laugh.

“How else will you give birth to my heir.”

I was filled with terror. He planned on getting me pregnant. He felt me clench around his cock. He rubbed my clit faster, more deliberately at my clit. I shuttered and climaxed with a yell, before slumping onto the coffee table, giving into his assault.  

Feeling my body go lax, he eagerly placed both hands on my hips and moved my body in time with his thrusts, pleased with my decision to obey.

“That’s it, bitch. Such a good girl. Taking my cock – taking my cum.” He grunted and slammed into me three more times before I felt his release. He let out a long groan and slapped my ass, as if silently telling me I did well. I jerked in time with his finishing thrusts and rested my head on the table, exhausted.

He slowly rocked against me, sliding in and out gently, riding out the aftershocks. He griped the base of his cock and slid out of me. I looked back and saw it hanging, sated, against his thigh. Kai stretched and popped his back. He looked around and took the remote from where it fell on the floor.

I could only let out a shaky moan as he shoved it halfway inside of me to keep his cum trapped in my womb.

“Good girl.” He kissed my head and tugged me to stand. “Our child will be destined for greatness.” I nodded.

“I love you.” I whispered.

He smiled that beautiful smile of his. I could see his dimples. Tears sprung to my eyes.

He held out his pinky.

I didn’t hesitate to intertwine mine with his.  

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BLACKOUT (Thiam)  Chapter VI: The Shiniest Star.

  Once the winter holidays officially arrived, the Christmas spirit could be felt in every corner of the college. The Christmas decorations, the scarce but expected snow and even the gifts that some gave each other, before leaving to their respective homes.

The Christmas spirit was everywhere, except in the room Theo Raeken and Liam Dunbar shared. That lovely feeling of union was as far away as possible from them.

Everything had changed since that night, none had spoked a word. Theo was angry and hurt. Why hadn’t Liam trusted him? Weren’t they supposed to be friends? Didn’t friends have to tell each other everything? He felt betrayed, in some way. While Liam was silent. He swallowed his feelings as he always had, although, the pain was still in everyone's sight. The pain was still in their eyes.

  While the residence was almost empty, Liam tried to warm up his body by drinking one of the glasses of espresso coffee Kira bought for both. They were walking along the great stone road, seeing how the trees that used to be big and green were now just dry branches covered with snow.

"Have you packed yet?" Liam asked, wincing after burning his tongue with the drink.

Kira denied, clarifying that she wouldn’t go home that year. "I'm Jewish, Liam." And to Liam's surprise, Kira smiled. "I know, a Jewish Asian."

"It's not that ... It's just that I thought you had some similar holiday."

"Oh. Hanukkah, yes." Liam threw his empty cardboard cup into the nearest basket, sitting next to Kira in the cold seat. "Well, anyway, there is no Hanukkah for my family this year. You know, they're still upset about me accepting the scholarship."

    Liam nodded, feeling bad for his friend. But at least he wouldn’t be the only one who would be alone on Christmas. His grandmother would be out of the country and he couldn’t let her spend a single penny more on him. That also meant he had to find a job as soon as possible. Maybe Kira could get him a job at the club? It would be best to dodge Theo at nights. After what happened, he couldn’t stand the looks of hatred anymore.

And after the brief talk, both returned to their respective rooms. Kira, on the one hand, said goodbye to her roommate, while Liam was on his bed, looking at the wall. Not knowing what else to do. It was very cold outside and he had no homework to do. He hated being used to the fact that Theo was his only best friend, now he was alone. And that hurt too much.

 Meanwhile, Theo tried to disguise the nerves of spending the first Christmas with his mother after what happened almost two years ago. How would he pretend that everything was fine? Because nothing was fine anymore. Not even his friendship with Liam, which it was the only good thing that had happened to him in a while.

  With furtive glances, he analyzed every movement of Liam. He was dying to talk to him and he knew that he was maybe overreacting about what happened. After all, it wasn’t such a big deal. But he couldn’t help but feel betrayed. However, for Liam, it was in fact silly. Of course, now he felt confused because he had never considered his sexuality before. He never questioned himself about it. He believed that, as an artist, admiring both feminine and masculine beauty was completely normal, but now he supposed he was wrong. And that tormented him. Who was he really?

  "Liam!" They both suddenly heard the door open. Theo quickly covered his semi-nakedness, uncomfortable to see Kira in front of him. "It's a true Christmas miracle! Or a Hanukkah one!" She smiled, not holding back the emotion.

Liam stifled a small laugh, getting up. Seeing Theo look at the girl, embarrassed, he hurried to get her out of the room. "First, take a breath. Or you will drown." He advised while Kira nodded, still smiling.

"It’s my parents! They called me! And they said that they regretted everything that happened and that... Oh My God, Liam! My parents will come! "She shrieked and quickly hugged her friend, holding back tears of happiness. Liam, imitated the action, guilty for not being able to feel happy for his friend. He admitted feeling melancholy and envy.

"I'm so happy for you, Kira." He smiled, sad. "All right! What are you waiting for? Go buy some gifts for them!”

  And Kira nodded as she ran to her room through tears and giggles of emotion. Liam let out a sigh, leaning back against the wall. It was at that moment that he realized that he had never closed the door and that Theo had witnessed the scene, especially his expression of sadness.

It was in vain to try to clean the tear that had slid down his cheek, it was in vain to pretend that everything was fine. He couldn’t pretend anymore.

"Mom always cooks a lot of turkeys," Theo whispered, over the doorframe. He couldn’t let his pride get between their friendship. The holidays were for family to be together, and what he wanted most was for Liam to have one. He wanted to be Liam's family. "Would you like to go home with me?"

"I thought you hated me."

"I could never hate you." he confessed, honestly.

  And they both smiled, without saying another word.

         After the short flight, Liam admired the spectacular scenery of the city of San Francisco, now through the window of the taxi. His mouth was half open, looking at the giant buildings. Theo smiled at how innocent his friend looked. San Francisco wasn’t similar at all to the small boring town of Georgia from which he was.

"Close your mouth, so no flies will get in." Theo laughed, catching Liam's attention. He laughed, blushing.

"I’m sorry. I must look like a peasant visiting the city for the first time."

"Well, sometimes you dress as one." Theo whispered, loud enough for Liam to hear. He, however, ignored the joke. All his attention was in the city.

  On the other hand, the house of the Raekens was far from the city, located in the residential neighbourhood. After an hour and a half, both arrived and Liam felt self-conscious. Although Theo was not a millionaire, his house made Liam’s look like a pigsty.

"Welcome to hell." Theo sighed, turning the key in the bolt. The smell of freshly baked food flooded the boy's nostrils, who looked embarrassed to admit that the strange sounds came from his stomach. "Come. I will introduce you to my mother. "

  Liam nodded, letting himself be guided by the older guy. The place was huge, even more inside. Not even he knew the works of art that accompanied the expensive decoration.

There was a huge painting with the image of Theo next to a woman and a man in the main room. Liam assumed that it was the typical family portrait.

  "Mom?" Theo called, entering the kitchen. Liam smiled nervously, staying by the arch of the door. The kitchen was luxurious and he was surprised to see that it was the mother of his friend who was cooking and not a professional cook as he would have imagined.

The woman stifled a cry of emotion, running to hug her son, still with dirty hands. Theo laughed, disgusted at the smell of raw turkey in his mother's hands. "Honey, thank God you're here!"

"Are you making three turkeys?" He laughed, curious. The woman nodded, explaining that they would take food to the homeless shelter later. Liam was surprised to see that Theo’s mother was indeed, kindly. He supposed it was hard not to be prejudiced after everything Theo told him about his family. Liam wondered then if Jessica’s attitude was different because of her ex-husband. "Oh, sorry. I forgot. I've brought a friend, mom. He's Liam." Theo introduced his friend who was still hiding in a corner. Liam smiled, greeting the woman who smiled with kindness and concern.

"Oh, honey! Why didn’t you tell me you'd bring a friend?" Theo shrugged. It was something that, although he had planned to do, after what happened, he stopped considering it. "The guest room is already occupied. Your cousin Scott is here."

And Theo bit his tongue before releasing a curse, smiling just for the sake of education. "Oh great."

  And that was like a bucket of ice water. The tension could be felt in the atmosphere and it was even worse during lunch. It was clear that Theo wasn’t happy about the news. He could say that he even felt hatred for his cousin and no matter how much Liam tried to understand why, he couldn’t. What could Scott have done to generate such hatred in someone like Theo?

  "It's delicious, Mrs. Raeken." Liam said, trying to create conversation. The woman smiled, grateful.

“Aren’t you going to say anything, honey?" Jessica asked. Theo smiled sideways.

"Do you really want my opinion? I thought you only cared about Scottie’s." He mocked his mother's voice by mentioning his cousin's name.  Jessica let out a tired sigh, keeping silent. Liam imitated the action, dedicating himself to only eat.

  Once the awkward lunch was over, Theo had almost dragged Liam outside. If they couldn’t go back to college until the holidays were over, at least he’d try to be out of the house as much as possible.

The snow had stopped falling and the warm sun warmed their bodies slowly. Theo would greet his neighbours from time to time, while Liam tried to find a way to talk about what happened. It was something that was still pending to discuss.

"I'm sorry," he said then, in a low voice. Theo nodded, narrowing his eyes. "I should have told you. It's just… I don’t know.”

"It's my fault. I shouldn’t have reacted that way." He replied back, apologizing. "I guess it bothered me the fact that you didn’t trust me, you know? But I guess it's not your fault anyway, it must have been not easy for you so... I'm sorry." Liam nodded, grateful that Theo seemed willing to forget what had happened. All he wanted was to make the passes and move on. "I just want you to trust me. And know that if you ever need to talk about something, you can count on me. You know--- I don’t care if you are gay, or whatever you are, really. Nothing will change between us." He smiled, placing an arm around Liam's shoulder. "As long as you don’t start dating Brett Talbot. Seriously, that guy is an idiot. With his arrogant dancer’s attitude..." Liam laughed at his friend's disgusted expression, he did it every time he talked about someone he didn’t like.

"Don’t worry, he's not my type." Said Liam, he didn’t even know what was his type.

  After the brief conversation, both seemed more relaxed. Not everything would return to normal so easily, but that had been a good start.

At least now they could look each other in the eye.

  As they approached the park, both began to make random jokes. Liam still wanted to ask about his cousin, but he wasn’t sure if it would be prudent. However, the answer seemed to be closer than he thought. "Watch out!" They heard a worried voice. And the instant they turned around, Liam took the ball that was aimed directly at his face. As much as he and Theo were surprised by the minor's reflexes. “Are you okay? I'm so sorry." A dark-haired boy apologized, walking towards to them. Liam's eyes were distracted admiring the athletic body of the boy to notice the expression of concern he had. However, before Liam could even answer, a roar of annoyance from Theo caught his attention. "Hello, dear cousin." Liam opened his mouth slightly, surprised.

"Scott..." he then whispered the name. Scott smiled, winking at Liam.

"The one and only, and you are…?"

  And Liam smiled, without notice how annoyed Theo seemed to be. At both.

         The hours passed and the night arrived. After the visit of the homeless shelter, they were back at Theo’s home while Liam tried to understand why his friend held such a grudge against his cousin, Scott.

Scott wasn’t just stupidly sexy. He was actually nice and kind, much more than his cousin. And even if the arrogance seemed to be a family thing, there was something about him that made it unimportant. Liam hated to admit it, but he felt really attracted to Scott. And Theo's jealousy was more than remarkable, would Scott try to steal his friend from him as he had done with his parents? Like had he tried to do with his girlfriend?

  "It's interesting. I've always been interested in art, but sports are really my thing." Scott smiled.

“I can see.” Liam giggled, looking at Scott’s body. They were in the living room. In front of the fireplace, reclining on the carpet talking about random stuff.

While Jessica had gone to bed early, Theo watched his friend from the corner, fall for the charms of his disgusting cousin. He didn’t want to get angry again, but Liam was giving him a hundred million reasons to get more than angry. "Have you ever painted someone? I could be your model, someday." Scott suggested, still smiling coquettishly.

Liam laughed embarrassed, watching Theo look at them from a corner with fury. "It would be interesting," he whispered, getting up. "But I think now it's time to sleep, though. It's been a pleasure meeting you, Scott. "

"Oh, believe me, the pleasure has been mine." The dark-haired replied, waving goodbye. Theo started walking upstairs, without even waiting for Liam. He almost ran, following his friend who despite the calls didn’t stop walking.

"Theo, wait!" Liam called again, agitated. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t walk too fast without losing his breath and that house looked like a giant labyrinth for Theo to leave him on his own.

"Why don’t you go sleep in Scottie's room?!" Theo shouted, entering his room.

  Liam watched him throw himself to the bed, his gaze toward the ceiling. His chest contracted, with each breath he gave. He wasn’t only agitated but also really exalted. He seemed nervous.

"What are you talking about, Theo?" No matter how hard he tried to understand the sudden change of mood, he couldn’t. Had he done something wrong? He knew that Theo hated his cousin, but he didn’t believe that what he considered a friendly talk was a source of so much anger.

"It's what he always does." Theo hated talking about it, but he had no choice. He knew that only with Liam could he be honest with himself, even if it meant showing weakness. "There's a reason why I never want to come home, Liam... and that's because I don’t have any."

After the divorce of his parents, his father had never communicated with him. And even though Theo preferred it that way, it was painful to know that his father didn’t even care about him. On the other hand, his mother seemed to have completely forgotten about his existence. And that Scott was there, it only made things worse. It seemed that Jessica sometimes preferred Scott as her son. Theo felt lonely. Theo was lonely. "Scott has been always the star of the family, everyone prefers him."

Liam, not knowing what to say or do, walked slowly to Theo's bed, sitting on the tip of the bed. Afraid to say or do something inappropriate, he smiled, playing with his hands. "You are the shiniest star of all, Raeken." He honestly confessed in whispers.

A long silence echoed in the room until Theo finally spoke. "You just say it because you're my friend and want to make me feel good." He didn’t want to admit that what Liam had said had been what he had always wanted to hear and never had. Until now.

Liam, on the other hand, wondered if it had really been a good idea to say that. "I said it because I think so." He replied, getting out of bed and walking towards the makeshift bed on the floor where he would sleep.

  Theo nodded, without saying another word. He felt confused and more confused at not knowing why.

Liam was silent and after the brief and simple greeting of goodnight, both resigned themselves to sleep. However, that feeling of strangeness between them remained all night, creating an inexplicable tension.

         It was Christmas Eve at early morning when Liam was in front of the fireplace, lost in his thoughts.

During the previous day, neither he nor Theo had shared more than one word and everyone could notice the unexplained tension between them. Even them, but they feared what could happen if they talked about it.

  Luckily for Theo, Scott would leave early that morning after receiving a sudden call from his mother. However, Liam was still ashamed of having acted so oddly with Scott, who certainly didn’t deserve a bad treatment at least form him. Whatever was between him and Theo, it was theirs. However, there was something that made Liam not feel comfortable, and it was the fact that he knew Scott somehow hurt Theo.

  "What are you doing here at this hour?" Scott asked, carrying suitcases while walking towards the living room.

"I couldn't sleep." Liam replied.

"You can go sleep in the guest room now if you want." Scott said, implying that he would soon be leaving. Liam shrugged. His insomnia wasn't due to the room in which he slept, but to the date in which they were. It would be the first Christmas that he would celebrate without at least a member of his family. He couldn't help but feel like a stranger. "If you don't get away, you could roast," joked Scott, sitting next to Liam in front of the fireplace. Liam smiled, saddened. "At least you smiled." It had been only two days since they had met and Scott could feel the abrupt change from one day to the next.

"I'm sorry if I've been rude. It’s just Theo---"

Scott shrugged, shrugging it off. He was accustomed. "I get it. And I can’t blame Theo if he thinks that about me. I'd like to show him that I'm not what he thinks though."

"It's not like you haven't given him any reasons." Liam let out a small laugh.

However, if Scott had ever shown any provocative attitude it wasn't because he wanted to upset his cousin. It was just his way of showing interest to someone he likes. "He's really lucky to have you," Scott whispered, with a slight feeling of jealousy. His hand came slowly to Liam's, which was resting on the carpet, to give him small caresses. Liam pulled his hand away, flushed. "I'm happy to know he found a person like you."

Liam sighed, feeling exactly the opposite. He was the lucky one to have a person like Theo. He had never imagined that he would meet someone so special. "I'm lucky he's my friend."

Scott stifled a small laugh, not believing that he was the only one who saw what was really happening between his cousin and Liam. “Friends, huh…” the brunette’s gaze went to the door, hearing a horn at the distance. The taxi had arrived and It was time to leave. And although he didn't want to leave Liam, he was dying to see his mother. "It was really nice to have met you, Liam." Scott whispered, stroking the younger boy's cheek. Liam nodded, smiling slightly. "I hope it's not the last time we see each other."

"Me too."

  And after Scott left, Liam realized that he was alone again.

A headache was beginning to make him dizzy, and it was only a matter of minutes before he lay on the rug, curled up, to fell asleep.

At least in his dreams, sadness would leave his body. However, upon awakening, sadness would be replaced by another feeling. Confusion.

The next morning, the sonorous and slightly discreet laughter of his friend interrupted his sleep, waking him up almost immediately. Exalted, he took his gaze to the clock that hung in the centre of the guest room. How had he got there? He must have been really tired not to remember walking there at night.

  Cleansing the sleep of his eyes with his fists, he went slowly down the stairs. Going towards the kitchen. Each step was one more sting due to his migraine.

"Good morning, darling." She heard Jessica smile as she prepared breakfast. Theo accompanied her, making waffles. Both were still in their pyjamas and looked happier than ever.

"Liam!" Theo greeted, approaching. Liam couldn't tell if his smile was because in a few hours it would be Christmas or because he had gotten rid of his cousin's presence. "At last, you've wake up! We have so many things to do. Have you ever skated on ice? Because I was thinking we could totally go. Right?!" Liam laughed at the accelerated words of his friend, he barely and could understand a certain part. "What do you say, mom? Are you coming with us? "

Liam went around the kitchen, taking a piece of bread without anyone noticing. He was still trying to erase the smile on his face, but it was impossible. Somehow, all the happiness that his friend radiated was contagious. "Sorry honey. I have work to do." Jessica lamented, apologizing. "But I'm sure you and Liam will have fun." And Theo nodded, a little discouraged. He never managed to spend time with his mother and although it was something he should have been used to, it wasn't.

  After breakfast, borrowing his mother's car, both headed for the gigantic shopping centre, near the park. Inside, there was a gigantic skating rink and terror suddenly flooded Liam, who was nervous of falling and making a fool of himself in front of the hundreds of people who skated as professionals in his own comparison.

"I think I've twisted my ankle or something." Liam lied, searching for an excuse not to skate. Theo laughed, taking his hand. Dragging him to the skating rink.

"None of that, amigo. Walking!"

  And there was something about that sudden grip of hands. That simple touch that felt like an electric shock. It was momentary, but it was enough for Liam to fall lost in Theo's golden eyes. So, without even thinking clearly, he let himself be carried away. Without complaint.

And for half an hour, both skated on ice. Without the smile leaving their faces. Theo couldn't stop laughing every time his friend fell, and Liam, although in pain, just smiled because Theo did.

         It had been just minutes after midnight and it was officially Christmas. Liam was awake, again. It seemed like not sleeping it would something he would get used to.

  He was standing in front of the window, his eyes staring at the sky when suddenly he heard the door of the room open. "Are you still awake?" Liam turned, looking away from the window. Theo was staring, still in pyjamas. His hair was slightly dishevelled and his eyes were swollen. "You can't sleep either?"

"It seemed like you were." He laughed making Theo roll his eyes. "When my grandfather passed away, my father told me that that star was him," he whispered, pointing to the farthest star in the sky. "So, every time I felt sad, I went up to the roof and spoke to him... now I know it's just a star and not a person." Theo sighed, thinking that that was the cutest and saddest thing he had ever heard in his life. "It's stupid, but even now I'm still looking at the sky. Wondering if any of those stars could my parents."

Theo smiled, feeling the lump in his throat. His arm slowly encircled his friend's back. "You were wrong, Lee." he whispered, making Liam frown. "I'm not the shiniest star, you and your parents are."

Liam laughed, trying to hide the tears that would come out in a matter of seconds. He didn’t want to cry, at least not in front of Theo. But it was too painful and he knew that at least that night a couple of tears would come out. "I know I should wait until tomorrow, but I can't," Theo said, pulling a small box out of his pants pocket. Liam looked at it with confusion. "I found it on eBay." Liam's eyes suddenly became crystalline again as he saw that bracelet in front of him. "I saw it in your painting, and I thought you’d like it."

  And even though Liam was dazzled, he couldn't accept it. Not when the knot in his throat intensified further. He knew that if he kept seeing that bracelet he would burst into tears.  "Theo..." he whispered, walking away.

"Oh, you don't like it." Theo's voice suddenly snapped, feeling embarrassed.

Liam denied, sitting on the bed. That bracelet was identical to the one his mother had given him. That bracelet he had lost in the accident where he had also lost his parents. He never thought to see it again. "My mother gave me an identical bracelet a few years ago." He confessed, then. "I've never been interested in material stuff, however, it was the only memory I would have of her. But I lost it."

Theo nodded, surprised. "I'm sorry, I should have asked." He felt stupid. He knew how sensitive his friend was about his parents' death, and having done something like that made him wonder if he was just throwing salt at an open wound.

  Seconds passed until Liam took the bracelet, analyzing every detail. From the small watercolour with the brush in the centre to the details in the chain. A tear rolled down his cheek. He didn't care anymore if he cried. "Thank you, Theo." His lips formed into a sad nostalgic smile. That meant a lot to him. "I also have a gift for you." Theo raised an eyebrow, curious. He didn't expect Liam to give him a gift, and now curiosity consumed him. "I painted it weeks ago. I wasn't sure to give it to you. I thought you wouldn't like it." He commented, walking towards the small bag in a corner of the room. Inside was a flat box wrapped in wrapping paper. "I thought that after Brett's thing happened, I would never have the opportunity to give it to you, but I've still kept it."

Theo looked at the box, carefully. His trembling hands broke the wrapper quickly and nervously, expectantly to what he could find. And the surprise was not minuscule because when he saw himself being portrayed in a small painting, he thought he could smile until his lips were cramped. It was amazing, every detail of the painting was. It was like looking in the mirror. "Liam, this is..."

"Ugly. I know. You don't like it, right? I really didn't know what colours use. And well, if I'm going to college, it's because I'm still learning--- "  But Liam was interrupted at the moment Theo practically ran to hug him. Praying not to be pulled away.

Liam let out a loud sigh, clinging to his friend's arms, surprised and comforted. A tear threatened to come out. "I'll put it in my room," Theo whispered. "So I'll have a reason to come home."

  They both smiled, exalted at the short distance between their faces. Both could feel each other's breathing and even though they tried not to break eye contact, both were distracted by their lips. Theo's breathing accelerated as he brought his face closer involuntarily. "I think it's better if we try to sleep, you'll want to wake up early to open the other gifts," Liam whispered, cutting off the tension. Theo nodded, distancing himself. His face was red as a tomato. "Goodnight, Theo."

"Goodnight, Liam." He smiled nervously, walking slowly toward the exit. However, in the frame of the door, he stopped. Turning "I appreciate you, buddy… You know?" He whispered with a smile on his face. Liam nodded, trying not to look. "Merry Christmas, Liam."

"Merry Christmas, Theo." Liam repeated, watching his friend walk out the door. Leaning on his bed, he looked at the ceiling. His heart was beating fast for some strange reason. He raised his hand, looking at his bracelet in detail. He gave a small smile followed by a yawn. "I appreciate you too..." he whispered to himself. Turning towards the wall and closing his eyes.

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Demons

A/N - So, as you can tell, this fic is tied into the song Demons by Imagine Dragons. I listened to Christina Grimmie’s cover for like three hours writing this. Sorry for being a grim little child again, but it’s Star Trek. Anyways, enjoy this beautiful fic inspired by two different prompts. Please don’t forget to reblog or send feedback, it gives me fuel to write, especially when I’m all meh like I am now. Hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count: 2,046

           When the days are cold and cards all fold. And the saints we see are all made of gold.

           “Bad day, laddy?” Jim heard Scotty ask as he sat in his chair, staring blankly at the stars. He could feel the cut above his eye pulsate, like a flame flickering beneath the dried blood. The rest of the crew was on break, all hidden away in their quarters. Scotty was out on a simple stroll, unable to sleep off the last expedition which nearly ended in a disaster. He had run into the distraught captain, sitting silently in his chair. His hand was on Kirk’s shoulder.

“The sun will come shine upon these gloomy days soon.”

           When your dreams all fail and the ones we hail, are the worst of all and the blood’s run stale.

           The bed was firm, a slab of concrete. The Vulcan tossed and turned, blinking back the nightmares. This negotiation hadn’t been for peace. It was for war. Was it guilt he felt? Pain? His room was as dark as the events of the previous day, blood shed from both sides. Bruised lip and broken nose, it hurt so much, but it didn’t all at the same time. They had won, but at the cost of what? Innocent lives? He was in pain, oh no. Spock only felt one thing at that hour.

           Numb.

           I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you. But with the beast inside, there’s nowhere we can hide.

           “Fuck!” Glass shards clattered to the floor, bouncing over stains of dried blood. Hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, the man knelt to the floor. His office was empty, a doctor with no patients. No patients because all of the incredibly injured were lying dead on a war-torn planet. He couldn’t save them, the toxins were irreversible, though Bones still felt guilty. What if he tried something else, what if he was given more time, an extra hour? Would he have saved them?

           Thank God for sparing Jim.

           No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed. This is my kingdom come. This is my kingdom come.

           “Can’t sleep either?” Scotty had been replaced by another figure almost an hour later. The Vulcan stood in the doorway, evaluating the situation he was about to put himself in. A morbid captain and a numb Vulcan walk into a bar. What happens next?

           “I can’t feel anything, anymore,” Spock stepped into the room, standing beside Kirk, the two staring blankly at the passing stars. “It was all my fault, wasn’t it?”

           “Oh, no,” Jim let out a grim chuckle, his hands carded in his lap. “Nothing was your fault. Nothing at all. The only thing at fault is them and the greed that fills every single one of us.”

           When you feel my heat, look into my eyes. It’s where my demons hide. It’s where my demons hide.

           Bones sat alone in his office, the floor his resting place. He busied himself by picking the glass shards from the palm of his hand, having tried to clean up his mess without much avail. Warmth encompassed Bones as he was surrounded by Spock and Jim, one at each side.

           “You don’t have to do that,” Bones said, hushed as Spock proceeded to wrap a bandage around his palm, soaking in the blood. Jim leaned into his best friend, soaking in his warmth. “Thank you, Spock.”

           “Anytime, Doctor,” Spock showed a small smile. Bones’ eyes lit up at this gesture, this new-found light hiding the demons hiding within.

           Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside. It’s where my demons hide. It’s where my demons hide.

           “Why does shit always have to happen to us?” Kirk asked quietly, the three men still sitting on the floor, sleepily leaning into each other. None of the trio knew how long they had been sitting there, minutes, hours? They didn’t know or care. “What did we ever do?”

           “The right thing,” Spock answered, his eyes drooping as he gazed over at Jim, his chin resting on Bones’ shoulder.

           “Maybe we should stop doing the right thing,” Bones scoffed, his muscles occasionally twitching from the closeness of the other two men, not used to this much physical affection. “We can stop being good and start being bad.”

           Curtain’s called is the last of all. When the lights fade out, all the sinners crawl.

           “We could be all mean, dark, and brooding like you, Bones,” Jim laughed, nudging his friend as he leaned in even more. The light which had been flickering in the hallway finally went out, leaving the three in complete darkness.

           “I am not dark and brooding,” Bones combated, pushing Jim’s face away with his hand. He felt the younger man’s breath against his bare hand, a gentle feeling.

           “But you sure are mean,” Jim retorted, swiping away Bones’ hand and pushed the other man over, Spock leaning back to avoid the attack, having sensed these antics coming from Jim. Spock simply fiddled with his pocket, looking for something which contained a light of some kind.

           “You bet your ass I am,” Bones replied as Spock illuminated a small flashlight shing from his communicator. Spock flashed a small smiled as the darkness gave way to Jim sitting atop a disgruntled Bones. “If you don’t get off me right now, I’ll show you what mean is.”

           So, they dug your grave and the masquerade will come calling out at the mess you made.

           “You keep talking like that and I’ll have to make Spock dig your grave, old man,” Jim teased, hiding his small shudder. The visions of their graves flashed in his mind. So many unmarked graves.

           “I do not wish to dig the doctor’s grave,” Spock began, gripping Bones’ wrists and held them above his head. Spock knew what was about to happen, this little scene taking place before. “Though I do wish to assist with these matters.”

           “Spock, I will fucking kill you,” Bones warned despite not even tugging once at his arms, knowing how much stronger the Vulcan was.

           Don’t wanna let you down, but I am hell bound. Though this is all for you, don’t want to hide the truth.

           “Lying is a punishable offense in most cultures, Doctor,” Spock glanced up at Jim, the other man bouncing excitedly. It was a good day when Spock was teasing, if that’s what he was really doing. “You would never really kill me, possibly maim me, but never kill.”

           “Yeah, Bones,” Jim wiggled his fingers over his friend’s torso, ignoring the tormenting thoughts in the back of his mind. Guilt itched heavily in the back of his brain, something deep down telling him to prepare himself for hell. Were the deaths his fault? Was it his fault? Was it? “Killing is against the law for a doctor. Aren’t you supposed to save lives?”

           “After I’m done with you two, you’re gonna wish I had killed you,” Bones struggled under Jim’s weight. He wasn’t guilty, was he? He couldn’t have saved them, there was no cure. He didn’t kill them, but he didn’t save them either. Was he hiding from it all because of guilt or fear? “Now, let me go.”

           No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed. This is my kingdom come. This is my kingdom come.

           “Yeah, no,” Jim laughed before digging into Bones’ rib cage, the older man tossing his head back with loud, contagious laughter. “Why would we let you go when you enjoy this way too much?”

           “When a human smiles, this typically means they are enjoying their current experience,” Spock noted, Jim letting out a laugh in response. The bastard was teasing the fuck out of Bones, which was clearly working, shone by the faint blush on his face.

           “What he said,” Jim smiled, drilling his thumbs into Bones’ hips, eliciting a peal of childish giggles, one of Jim’s favorite sounds.

           When you feel my heat, look into my eyes. It’s where my demons hide. It’s where my demons hide.

           Jim and Spock continued to tease and tickle, enjoying the different reactions they could get from Bones. While his frantic giggling was enjoyable, Jim exploited Bones’ worst spot for the best reaction.

           “Fuhuhuck!” Bones threw his head back in hysterical laughter, kicking desperately as Jim switched between scratching the backs of his knees and pinching just above the patella. He kicked frantically, twisting around to finally get free. He quickly leaped onto Jim, knocking the younger man backwards. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Bones loomed over Jim. “I told you, I’d kill you.”

           Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside. It’s where my demons hide. It’s where my demons hide.

           “Spock,” Jim pleaded, looking behind Bones to see the semi-distraught Vulcan sitting silently. Spock observed the situation, pondering what he should do next. “Spock, help me!”

           “You help Jim and I’m gonna kill you too,” Bones warned, casting a warning glance before shoving his hands under Jim’s arms and scribbling against the skin. Spock continued to watch from afar, noting how the adrenaline was preventing any of their wounds from hurting like they did mere minutes ago. Such a fascinating thing, almost therapeutic to some extent. He watched as Bones scribbled along Jim’s neck, despite the high-pitched laughter being drawn forth and sweat beading down their foreheads, both Jim and Bones were completely relaxed.

           They say it’s what you make, I say it’s up to fate. It’s woven in my soul, I need to let you go.

           Jim briefly managed to break away, the two of them rolling around on the floor as Spock observed, the two of them woven together in a tangled knot. Both getting a few pokes and laughs in, Bones resumed dominance as he managed to pin Jim on his belly, Jim’s most ticklish spots exposed.

           “Bones,” Jim giggled like a child, not yet being touched by Bones’ devious fingers. He knew what was coming and had no way of contesting, though he didn’t want it to ever end once it began. “Lehehet me goho!”

           Your eyes, they shine so bright. I wanna save that light. I can’t escape this now, unless you show me how.

           Fingers shaped as claws, they dug in between Jim’s shoulders, booming laughter being brought forth from the captain. He thrashed and laughed and squealed and kicked. Bones laughed along with Jim, never able to resist the contagiousness of Jim’s laughter, a pandemic which should never be stopped.

           “Never do that again,” Jim panted once the onslaught had concluded, his eyes sparkling as he rolled over onto his back. Residual giggles made him quiver, a sheer happiness resonating from him. His eyes fell on Spock, still sitting a few feet away, watching every action from a distance. “And the third victim of the night…”

           “This isn’t necessary,” Spock replied, scooting back a few inches before being pounced on by his captain. Spock was splayed out on his back, Jim hovering over him as Bones edged closer, taking his wrists in hands, just as Spock had done to him previously. “Please, reconsider these next few actions.”

           When you feel my heat, look into my eyes. It’s where my demons hide. It’s where my demons hide.

           “How about no,” Jim teased as he scribbled his fingers along Spock’s waist, fingers sliding over his hips and just below his navel. Spock stifled his giggles fairly well, his lips contorting into a crooked smile. The other two men gave each other knowing looks, a silent communication on getting the job done. “Now, Bones!”

           Jim dug into Spock’s thighs as Bones fiddled with Spock’s ears, earning a shriek which fell into a deep belly laugh. Spock laughed, his body twisting as the other two laughed along with him, all three enjoying the experience.

           Jim and Bones eventually stopped their attack, the trio collapsing around each other in exhaustion, their limbs near tangled. They all had their eyes closed, sleep nearly overtaking them all. Their breathing was synchronized, three becoming one.

           Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside. It’s where my demons hide. It’s where my demons hide.

           For the first time in a while, the three slept peacefully, their demons staying hidden throughout the rest of the night.

[jamest-kirk]

what do you say about the "i was gonna propose to you but you got also a ring for me and now we´re the biggest dorks" (spones/spirk/mckirk/mcspirk you get to decide the best fitting ship )

“I was thinking,” Jim starts, and he hears a tired grunt coming from Bones. “Jim,” that soft raspy voice rings quietly, “it’s 3 in the morning.” “You’re awake,” Jim says, shifting in closer, and smiling when the other turns around and slides an arm around Jim’s waist. “How do you feel about marriage?” Jim asks. He worries Bones has fallen asleep again, because he takes way too long to answer. “Tried it once,” Bones replies eventually, “I’m not a fan.” “But with someone you love.” “I loved Jocelyn,” Bones says, “with all my heart.” Jim doesn’t know why hearing that sucks. He’s not jealous; Jocelyn has been out of Bones’ life for a long time, and the few moments they see each other each year it’s because of Joanna. "I tend to ruin marriages,“ Bones says, “I just don’t think I’m meant to be like that.”

That said, when Leonard gets a hold on Jim’s PADD, he slowly starts changing his mind. It’s not like he’s actively looking for Jim’s browsing history; after all, he does trust Jim. But Jim asked him to look up a restaurant in York town he’d earlier searched for, and that’s where Bones finds multiple searches for wedding venues. It throws Bones off guard for the rest of the afternoon, thinking it over. If Jim’s this serious about him, and Leonard can’t even imagine himself being with anyone else anymore, why wouldn’t they?

“You wanna go out tonight?” Jim asks. They’ve arrived in York Town just a few hours prior, and the two of them have only now managed to make it to their shared apartment. “Can’t,” Bones says, “I gotta meet up with Chapel and M'Benga.” “Really? You can’t see them tomorrow instead? I want to go out to dinner with you,” Jim says. “How ‘bout tomorrow?” Bones suggests, and Jim smiles faintly. “Yeah,” he says, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Bones’ lips, “okay.”

But the next night Jim calls Bones to cancel their reservations because Jim’s stuck at the Starfleet Headquarters. Bones is asleep on the couch when Jim returns home, PADD resting on his chest and a half eaten pizza on the coffee table next to him. It’s barely a flattering look, but Jim still looks at him so fondly. Briefly, he considers giving him a blanket and let him sleep here, but he knows Bones will just get groggy if he doesn’t sleep in an actual bed. So he walks over, sitting down next to the other, and he gently runs his hand through Bones’ hair. “Bones,” he says softly, “C'mon, old man, let’s get you to bed.”

It just happens at least two more times that Bones reserves a table somewhere cozy and romantic, and then either one of them has to cancel because life gets in the way. Every single time. And both are increasingly more frustrated because of this - even if there’s nothing to be frustrated about. It just leads to more bickering, less intimacy, which just leads to even more bickering. Leonard doesn’t regret his ridiculously expensive engagement ring, but the whole idea around a romantic candle lit dinner is just ruined. Jim feels a similar frustration, grumpier than usual and more agitated by Spock (or anyone else) when they fly back out into space.

“What’s the matter with you?” Bones asks when he catches Jim in the bar later that night. Save from Scotty and Keenser talking engineering gibberish in the corner, it’s completely empty. Jim sits by the window by himself, staring out the window as they pass a nebula in the distance. “Nothing’s wrong,” Jim says, pushing his empty glass in Bones’ direction for a refill. Bones does so, filling a glass for himself as well, and then he sits down next to him. “Really? Because you’ve been acting like a child,” Bones says, and Jim huffs. “Right back at you, you dick.” At that insult, though, both crack a smile. “I’m annoyed we couldn’t spend any time together in York Town,” Bones says. “Me too,” Jim replies, “we were supposed to take it slow this week and we still ended up working overtime.” “I had to cancel a dinner reservation three times,” Bones says, and Jim laughs. “Me too, man. I even got us a table at Il'thaa.” “That super expensive, always fully booked restaurant at the plaza?” “That’s the one. Used my name and my charm to get us a table.” “Your charm?” Bones asks, “I’m surprised you got in, then.” Jim scoffs at him. “It’s okay,” Bones says, “I don’t think that overly romantic thing is our scene, anyway.” “But I really wanted to,” Jim says, “fancy suits, expensive dinners, great atmosphere. Super romantic. I would’ve swept you off your feet.”  

They’re still chuckling about it when they get back to their quarters. Jim watches Bones take off that blue shirt, that toned chest and strong biceps something Jim’s so fond of. In the blueish light from the bedroom window, the other looks stunning. Jim reaches out, pulling the other in closer. “I love you, you know,” Jim says, and Bones smiles. “I know,” is all he replies, and Jim grins against the other’s lips when he kisses him. His arms wrap around Bones’ shoulders, puling him in closer when he falls down on bed. “I was thinking,” Bones starts, and Jim frowns - not quite where he expected this night to go, but okay. “You were thinking?” “Yeah,” Bones says, and when the doctor sits up straight on that bed, Jim figures sex is gonna have to wait. “Something wrong?” Jim asks, sitting up, too, and Bones laughs. “No, not quite. Just something we discussed earlier. I was gonna ask you in York Town, but since we didn’t have the time… and I think, you know, location doesn’t matter when you really want to be with someone.” “Oh God,” Jim groans, catching on, and he realizes how stupid both have been about those canceled dates in York Town, “hold on, Bones.” “No, Jim-” Bones starts, but Jim rolls away instead. “Before you continue,” Jim starts, but Bones interrupts him. “Please, Jim, can it just wait-” “-no, Bones, seriously-” “- let’s talk first and do whatever you want to do after-” “-I  just need to grab something-” “Jim.” “Leonard.” “Marry me.”

Jim isn’t sure who says it first. It’s not the romantic scene Jim planned out at all. Not the “whoops oh look at that ring in your champagne glass”, or whatever. Bones sits on bed, half dressed, a little black box in his hand. Jim’s in his underwear, also holding a ring in his hands. Both are silent for a few long seconds. And then Bones just laughs, and so does Jim. “Of course,” Bones says, and though the answer should’ve been obvious - since both of them asked - Jim still feels a sense of relief when he falls back down on bed, immediately pulling Bones in for a kiss. “I can’t believe this. That’s why you were so on edge,” Jim says, and Bones raises an eyebrow. “I was on edge? You were so grumpy cadets came to ask me when it’s safe to approach you, rather than the other way around.” Jim laughs, grabbing that box from Bones’ hands to check out that ring. “Same jewelry shop in York Town, too, huh?” he chuckles, finding a very similar ring to the one he bought for Bones. “What can I say,” Bones says, “great minds think alike? You rub off on me.” Jim grins, pulling the other closer for another kiss. “Pretty sure we rub off on each other in more ways than one.”

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The Ace and The Mohawk

"The Ace and The Mohawk"

Location: Red Deer, Alberta Date: February 1990

I was the first member of Branch #35 of the Royal Canadian Legion to walk in with a Mohawk.

It was the middle of a Wednesday afternoon, in early February. It’s -40 C outside and I am so wishing I had the long hair (down to mid back) that I had a month ago. It’s winter in Alberta, of course I wear a toque. But I’m inside here to meet with member from my Legion dart team and No One wears a Hat in a Legion. I was raised right with regard to That One.

A nineteen year old young man, but still mostly a kid. Living on the street since I was fifteen had matured me early, and I had been drinking in this place since I was sixteen. We all knew they (the staff) knew how old was when I was underage. But my father is who He is, and it’s the 80’s and it’s central Alberta and no honestly gives a fuck.

My team partner I was meeting that afternoon was a WWII British (Scottish) Air Force pilot. Jimmy was a legend on three continents. He was an original and a one of a kind type person. He had served all throughout WWII. He had signed up as a young man to serve his country and fight the Nazis.

Jimmy, thought it was funnier than shit I had a mohawk in the middle of an Alberta winter. He once broke the frozen tip off of one of my tips one time outside and tried to use it as a toothpick because he thought it was funny. He was that guy. He had lived.

For myself, I looked up to this Ace pilot with a bit of awe and nothing but Respect. And everyone who knew who He Was respected him as well. A true gentleman at all times, the ladies loved him and the men held in revere. But he was jolly older man when he came into my life, and he started out as my dart coach and later asked me to join his three man completive team when one of his team mate passed away.

Jimmy knew my father and he knew my family. He had known me for a years by the time I was playing on his team and he had become an Uncle/Role Model after Uncle Jimmy (Bulcock) had moved back east. He was well aware of the issues between my father and I, but even my father wouldn’t cross this man, or argue with him. So there I was in the middle of an afternoon on a frigid winter day with my mostly shaved head aka Mohawk hanging over the right side of my face (it was about 14” long) in this red neck town in the 80’s in Alberta.

A couple of forty-somthings a two tables over had decided it was pick on Mohawk kid again, and by now, I was used to taking it in stride.

From, “I think fucked a parrot who might have been your mom back in ‘Nam” to “Didn’t we used to gut freaks like him”, to “why is He allowed In Here”.

I apologized to Jimmy and lowered my head.

He asked me what I had to apologize for?

I replied with for embarrassing him with my ‘hawk.

He smiled and laughed at me and said, “Scotty, Nothing to Apologize for Lad”.

I looked up from the table, an eyebrow raised. “I know why you cut your hair all daft fucking stupid like that” he said.

I raised the second eyebrow. “Sure Laddie, you’re fighting for injustice. You’re standing up for the downtrodden, you’re making a public statement of I stand with Them (meaning all the marginalized)”

My mind had just been blown. “Really? How did you know that”

“Because unlike these arrogant fucks who don’t know and who weren’t there, I saw the Camps in Germany at the end of the war”

Jimmy was about to tell a war story, time to just shut up and listen as I was about to get Another Lesson in Being a Man.

“During the war, not every German or French person went along with the Nazis. But because most people were afraid, they did. But read those books you love so much and you’ll find the stories about the men and women who were poets, artists and musicians who did their part to stand against Hate and Evil. You’re one of Them. And that’s a good thing Lad. And that takes courage.”

I stated to cry.

“Where other people see just a stupid haircut or an angry violet punk, I see a passionate young man who honestly believes we are All Equal and that poverty, racism and sexism are Not Okay. I see a young man who sees the System is Broken. I see passion.”

“I see a man who is willing to publicly make a statement and use his body if that is all he has to say “This Is Not Okay”… ya follow”

I simple nodded and tried to hide my tears while reaching for a smoke.

“Yes it looks dumb as shit, in my honest opinion, you’re a good looking kid, and maybe one day you’ll own that. And I bet with this weather you are having second thoughts. But Scott, I fought a war for what you Believe in. I lost my buddies and my family in the air, on the ground and in the sea. And at my age I’ll be damned if I’ll sit here and not say something”

He slid his chair back and looked over to the two 40-somethings. Coughed. “gentlemen”  “Gentlemen”

That got their attention.

“You two want to be known as the two fucks who beat up and old War Hero?” “Well do you”

They looked stunned and looked around to see if he was talking to someone else.

“Yeah You two Gents” Jimmy said.

“Unlike you, We Won My War. So listen up you youngins. This young Man is why we Go to War. Because we are ALL equal and No One deserves to live in Fear”

“It’s people like him, who write the songs about people like my friends who died. It’s artists like this young man who paint the battle scenes or who take the pictures so we remember. And it’s strong passionate young people who lead the revolution against Tyranny.”

I sat there dumb-founded. The entire place was silent and listening as Jimmy spoke.

“So unless you two fools want to be remembered as the two who beat up an old war Veteran, Shut The Fuck Up”

He sat down, turned and smiled and asked, “Where were we? Oh that’s right, the order for the tournament on the weekend.”

I never had a problem or even a peep after that in there.

Thank you Jimmy. Thank you for your service. Thank you for being a Mentor, a friend and a Man I could look up to. Aces High.

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