#star trek sarek x reader

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What's your Love Language HC for Sarek?

Love Language TOS Sarek HCs

Prompt: How do the TOS Sarek how their love and what are some things they love to do with their partner.

Acts of Service

Acts of Service mean everything to a Vulcan. They show love and appreciation through their acts and loyalty. This is no different with Sarek. He'll be even more appreciative if you do the same for him.

Quality Time

He loves to spend time with his spouses, which is partly why he takes them everywhere. He constantly wants to be near you and will be even more standoffish and irritated when he isn't. He is deeply devoted to the ones he loves.

Physical Touch

This man is constantly adoring his partners. He wants to have their physical reassurance constantly. In a way, it keeps him grounded. He is always holding his hand out for an ozh'esta.

LOOK AT HIM!

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Pon Farr: The Morning After

Sequel to Pon Farr 

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Paring: Sarek x Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1k

Summary: The first morning of Sarek's marriage to a human woman.

Excerpt: I wake close to dawn enveloped in Sarek’s arms. My fiancé is coddling me like a fragile newborn. His shoulder pillows my head, one of his arms is curled snugly around my waist holding me close to his chest. My head rests against his and I can feel his breath on my neck and shoulder. When I shiver slightly and press closer to him, he responds by wrapping me with his body. He shifts my hips moving them closer to his groin and covers my legs with one of his.

His body’s higher temperature soon warms mine and I drift back to sleep. Several hours later a chill penetrates my slumber as well as a faint whirl. My eyes slowly open. Sarek is hovering a few inches above running a scanner over my body. A med kit is open on the bed.

“Do you required a healer, or will my ministrations be adequate?” he asks in his species’ unmistakable monotone, yet the question’s delivery is faster than Sarek’s usual measured cadence.

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Intro Post

Hello~! The name’s Ace or J. This blog is going to be for my attempts at writing headcanons or other x reader things. My main account is random-anime-freak. You can find all sorts of other types of fics over there that may also be up your alley.

Characters I Write For:

Star Trek:

TOS Spock TOS Sarek TNG/DS9 Worf TNG Data TNG Lore TNG Taurik DS9 Damar DS9 Dukat DS9 Garak DS9 Weyoun DS9 Keevan VOY Tuvok VOY Vorik SNW Christopher Pike SNW Spock SNW Hemmer

Katekyou Hitman Reborn:

20 Year Later Lambo Xanxus Dino Shoichi Squalo

Hazbin Hotel:

Lucifer Alastor Adam

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Fluff

Angst

NSFW

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Noncon

Anything with children in a non-sfw setting

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Hii! Disco Sarek is making me feel things. I never thought I’d ask for this but could you maybe write a Sarek x reader?

Dear Anon, thank you for the request! I am so sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy. I have set this in the past relative to Discovery, when Sarek is just getting to know humanity. Thanks to @starfleetstgmgr for some really helpful ideas!

<3

Regard

Pairing: Sarek x Reader (no Y/N) Warnings: Moderately frank discussions of human relationships, Diplomacy, gratuitous detail of Paris WC: 4.3k Rating: Teen

You have always watched people.

When you were a child, you watched your classmates as they fought and made up, sometimes finding you had a better memory for who was friends with who than they did.

When you were at college, you watched people go by through the window of your favourite coffee shop. And you messaged your friends, as you sipped your latte in breaks between reading, if you spotted any of their tutors going by looking like they were in a bad mood.

These days, as a Federation Attaché, you watch people negotiate. Sometimes it’s just a formality – the nitty-gritty of signing a treaty. Ambassadors, professionals, everyone on the same page, little details to hammer out. But the more interesting times are when the stakes are higher: people negotiating to protect their way of life. People negotiating who are personally affected. People who care.

This is your first time on a negotiation with the new Vulcan ambassador, Sarek. You’ve worked with Vulcans before, and you generally appreciate their logical approach to a situation. Unlike some other Federation diplomats, they don’t try to make everything about them themselves. But still, Sarek is different, somehow, and you watch him, trying to put your finger on why.

You’re on a Federation colony planet, Omicron Aquila III, trying to negotiate between the two factions of humans that live there. The land is very fertile, and the original colonists grew crops for export. But 10 years in there was a disagreement, and now the humans live in two separate settlements. Everything was fine until last year when a volcano, thought to be extinct, erupted, damaging farmland and water supplies. The colonists from Hebden and Longridge don’t agree on much, but they did agree that they wanted a Vulcan to mediate their issues, because they knew a Vulcan would use logic and come up with a fair solution.

Sarek remains unruffled as Representative Jackson Walker gets increasingly angry about Hebden’s south well. His voice stays deep, slow, and calm as he re-iterates the logic of allowing Longridge to use it, and you realise that unlike the other Vulcans you’ve met, he doesn’t treat humans like they’re inferior because of their emotions, even if he doesn’t seem to understand them. Representative Laila Patel from Longridge sits there with arms crossed, a grim smile on her face. But you’ve been watching her, and you’re pretty sure that when you get to the issue of land borders, she’s going to kick up a fuss.

“I hear your objections, Representative Walker. I think we should take an hour’s recess to consider next steps.” Sarek says, and both humans stand and leave, without so much as a goodbye. You stand, too, gathering up your PADDS.

“Ambassador, may I have a word?”

“Yes of course, Attaché. Please join me.” He leads you through into a corridor, then to a door you haven’t been through yet. You make a point to give him space as he holds the door, letting you take it from him; Vulcans are touch-telepaths and contact is frowned upon. You follow him through into a garden. It’s beautiful, with pink and white roses in bloom, perfuming the air. You think it must have been one of the first things the colonists built because the plants are mature, and you’re touched that in establishing a new home they put beauty at the heart of it.

Sarek leads you toward the middle of the garden, so you can talk and be sure you’re not being overheard.

“What is it you wish to say, Attaché?” He regards you, curious, and you notice his eyes. Stormy, grey-blue – how had you not paid attention to them before? You shake yourself, mentally. Now is not the time.

“Your proposal is fair and logical. But I—I don’t think you will be successful with it. The colonists think they want a logical solution, but they cannot stop their emotions coming into play.”

Sarek raises an eyebrow at you. “What is your evidence for this assertion?”

“The way Representative Walker gets particularly aggressive when you bring up the south well. According to their database his grandfather, John Walker, dug it personally, and for some time at the beginning it was the colony’s only source of drinking water. Representative Walker probably remembers his grandfather telling stories about that time. His family derives status from that well. I think you’ll likely find something similar if you challenge Representative Patel on this land.” You get out your PADD with a map of the colony. “When Hebden split from Longridge, her family grew the first crops here.”

“Yes.” Sarek looks thoughtful. “This does explain the behaviour we have seen, and provide a hypothesis which we may test going forward.” He looks at you again, something in his expression you can’t quite read. “How do you suggest we proceed?”

*

The bronze plaque reading “John Walker Memorial Well” is being installed as you leave aboard the USS Jemison. Sarek isn’t with you, since he’s returning to Vulcan on his own ship, and you find yourself thinking about him as you review the agreement between the settlements and prepare for your next assignment. He hadn’t been what you had expected, and after your talk in the garden he had checked with you over several other points of negotiation. You had enjoyed watching him work, and you wish you were able to spend more time with him.

And – you couldn’t really let yourself think about it on the planet, but he was attractive. His eyes. His face. His voice. Very attractive. But a Vulcan isn’t going to be interested in a human, you tell yourself. And who knows when you’ll even see him again?

*

Again is months later. There’s a Federation summit on Earth and almost the entire Federation Diplomatic Corps has descended on Paris. You’re supporting the Zaranite delegation. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone but you feel a little creeped out by their masks; you understand they can’t breathe in an oxygen atmosphere but you don’t really see why they have to cover their eyes, too. The black slits are intimidating and narrow, and you think intimidation must be the point since their field of vision must be constrained. Regardless, you can’t watch them, not in the way you like. You can’t tell how they feel.

You tell yourself, however, that you are a professional, even if you don’t understand them. And even if they aren’t especially influential they still deserve competent support.

But the work isn’t terribly interesting: there’s nothing personal here, no real stakes, just checking language, ensuring the Zaranites have the correct paperwork – well, PADDs – to hand.

Socialising with your friends in the Corps is more fun. You’ve always loved Paris, from the first moment you looked down on it from the Eiffel Tower, and it’s good to catch up with Mark, Kelechi and Evan who joined the service at the same time as you, over good food and wine. But when, at the bottom of one-too-many bottles of Côtes du Rhône, Evan hits on you... you just aren’t interested. He seems a little juvenile, honestly. But you let him down gently.

On the third morning of the summit, though, you are summoned to see Consul Galea.

“So, I’ve had a request for your services,” she says, without preamble, as her aide waves you straight into her office. Her dark eyes are slightly incredulous, you think.

“From who?” At least the Zaranites don’t appear to have complained, which is what you’d been worrying about since receiving her message.

“Ambassador Sarek,” she says, raising her brows. “Apparently you made a good impression on that backwater colony. He finds his current assistant insufficient and would ’value your organisational skills and clear thinking.’”

“Wow, okay,” you say, feeling your skin warm a little. He had made an impression on you, but you had not thought you would have made one on him.

“Naturally I can’t say no to the Vulcan ambassador. You’ll be supporting him for the rest of the summit. I’ll assign someone else to the Zaranites.” She taps a control on her desk. “You’d better get going; Sarek will need you at 09:00. I’ll make sure all the paperwork is waiting for you.”

*

“Attaché,” Sarek says as you sit by him.

“Ambassador Sarek,” you say, nodding. You’ve had half an hour to get up to speed on his part of the negotiation, and you hadn’t let yourself think about... him. But there he is, with those blue-grey eyes, handsome face, deep voice. But no. This is emphatically not the time.

You don’t have the time, anyway. You would love to know which of your colleagues left Sarek’s paperwork in such a mess so you can have a word about it; just because he’s a Vulcan and logical doesn’t mean he can do both his job and yours at the same time. But you apply yourself and get everything sorted, and by midday you’re on top of it all, and able to properly support the ambassador. There may not be personal stakes to this but Sarek’s part of the negotiation is a lot more interesting.

“Thank you for your assistance today, Attaché,” he says as the session winds up. “I have found your presence to be...” he hesitates. “To be... most helpful.”

“You’re welcome, Ambassador.” You nod and smile, stowing your PADDs in their case. What had he been going to say? He doesn’t give you time to speculate, however.

“I was wondering if you could be of further assistance to me this evening. I have been... struggling... to find appealing sustenance. I am unused to using the synthesiser for an extended period of time, but I am having difficulty finding alternatives in Paris which are compatible with my dietary requirements.”

You nod, understanding. Traditional French food is not known for being vegetarian friendly.

“Of course, Ambassador. May I ask – are you happy to eat non-meat animal products, like eggs and dairy? If the animals’ welfare is assured?”

*

You take him to a little galetterie that you and Kelechi had happened upon a few years ago, during your second time in Paris together. It’s small, on a back street near the Bastille. The sort of place that locals go rather than tourists. It’s one of your favourites, and you try to go back every time you visit Paris. You enjoy the traditional Breton food, and the atmosphere – it’s friendly, quiet, and unpretentious. And you’re confident they will have plenty of vegetarian options for Sarek, as you sit opposite him at a dark wooden table covered in a crisp white tablecloth.

You both have the galettes – thin savoury pancakes freshly made with buckwheat flour – folded round cheese, eggs, mushrooms in cream and garlic sauce, and vegetables. You enjoy your food, alongside Breton cider served in a delicately painted bowl. You think Sarek relishes his, too, although he drinks the non-alcoholic fresh apple juice instead.

You find his conversation very interesting. He tells you of the planets he’s visited, and some details about Vulcan and its culture. You have to hold yourself back, a little; you don’t want to pry but you can’t resist asking a few questions about him personally. He tells you his father translated Surak’s teachings into English, and you make a mental note to get a copy.

He asks you about your life, too. Nothing overly personal, but he asks about the town you grew up in. What human schools are like. Details about Earth from a human perspective.

It’s later than you expected when you leave the restaurant.

“Thank you. For the meal and the enlightening discourse,” Sarek says as you prepare to part ways.

“Thank you, ambassador. I enjoyed this evening.”

He looks at you, then, something appraising about his glance. You can’t tell what conclusion he has come to, though. He nods. “I will see you tomorrow.”

As a mere attaché your accommodation is out towards the suburbs, and you have time to think on the metro-shuttle back. You had enjoyed yourself, a lot. If you were being honest with yourself, you had a better time than you had with your friends. If Sarek were to hit on you...

But he’s a Vulcan. You know nothing about their relationships, and the first lesson you learn about Vulcans is that those are questions you do not ask. You sigh, staring out the window at Paris rushing by. It’s not like you’ll see him again after this week, anyway. He’ll probably go back to Vulcan, and Consul Galea will have your next assignment ready.

*

First thing the next morning you send a message to Marin, Consul Galea’s aide, and just after your lunch break he delivers. You hope Sarek doesn’t notice you quickly checking your personal PADD, but he’s busy in conversation with a member of the Tellarite delegation.

“Ambassador,” you say, as you pack away your work. “Have you made plans for dinner this evening?”

“I have not,” he replies, grey-blue eyes looking at you with interest.

“I took the liberty of doing a little research, and I have a personal recommendation for a vegetarian restaurant from an aide who works in Paris full time. Would you like to try it with me?”

“I would. That was very... thoughtful, Attaché.”

*

The restaurant, near the Place Charles de Gaulle, specialises in North African food, and you enjoy flatbreads with hummus and baba ganoush, tabbouleh, and a vegetarian tagine with harissa and apricots. But better than the food is Sarek’s company, once again.

You wish, as you stand at the end of the Champs-Élysées and look through the Arc de Triomphe at the angular Grande Arche de la Defence almost glowing in the distance, that the summit was going to last longer. But the signing ceremony is tomorrow, followed by the official dinner, which as an attaché you are too junior to attend.

*

The following day you work as normal, highlighting last minute changes to the treaty’s wording for Sarek to review and uploading his edits as he debates with the Andorian representative. But somehow you get the impression that there is something on the Ambassador’s mind. You think he’s watching you when he thinks you aren’t paying attention, and you’re not sure what to make of it.

You put it out of mind instead, and as the work winds down as preparations begin for the signing ceremony, you think about what you might do this evening. Perhaps go up Montmatre and look down on the city by night.

“That’s the last of them,” you say, as you had a PADD over for Sarek’s signature. The signing ceremony will be old fashioned with pens and paper, mainly for the media, but the actual agreements are signed off digitally.

“Once again I thank you for your support, Attaché. I believe we work efficiently together.” He pauses for a moment, giving you one last appraising look. “I am leading a seminar on human relationships on Vulcan next week, and I would like to ask for your assistance.” You blink at him, surprised, but he continues. “It seems logical to have a human present, and from our time working together I believe you would be a good choice to educate other Vulcans. I have sought permission from Consul Galea. She is willing for you to go, but wanted me to ask you since it is not strictly within the remit of your job.”

“Uh, yes. Having a human there would be logical.” You nod, trying not to sound too eager. “I will... assist.”

*

The seminar room in the Shirkar Academy is large and airy. There are floor to ceiling windows down one side, looking out over the city of Shi’Kahr, and there are two rows of pale wooden desks curved into a semicircle around a large screen. You can just see the desert in the distance.

Every desk is occupied, and as you watch the assembled Vulcans, you are nervous.

You have done your fair share of talks – to colleagues, and sometimes in negotiations. You could do the one on the Advantages of Federation Membership in your sleep (and according to Kelechi, who had been sharing a room with you the night before the first time you’d had to give it, you actually had). But this is different. You resist the temptation smooth your clothes; you may be nervous but you don’t need everyone to see it.

You had to admit that Sarek has done a good job with the presentation section. He goes through a through a brief history of types of relationships on Earth, including times and societies where women had been treated like property, and relationships and marriages were often treated as a property transaction. He also covers some things even you are not too familiar with, like societies that practice polygyny and polyandry. The audience seems engaged, taking notes.

He spends a little longer than you expect on arranged marriage before handing over to you.

You take a deep breath, reminding yourself that the Vulcans are aliens who probably don’t have many preconceived notions on the subject so there’s no need to feel awkward, and begin.

“Thank you Ambassador. I’m going to speak to you today on the types of relationship you’re most likely to encounter in the humans you meet, and then open up for questions and discussion.

“These days humans will most often enter into a romantic relationship with one other human at a time. These may be casual, as in the case where the two partners are getting to know one another, or sometimes because they have other things going on in their lives like work or travel which preclude the formation of a more serious relationship. It could also be because they enjoy sex with each other and don’t want anything more...”

You go on to discuss love and long term relationships, marriage, negotiating things like exclusivity and cheating, and a brief discussion of the two parent family as a common basis for child-rearing.

“Finally, it is important to note: not all humans are in or even desire to be in a relationship. Some humans are uninterested in the concept of romance or sex altogether. Others wish to pursue careers or other time-consuming activities and do not feel they could give a relationship proper attention. And some humans would be open to the idea of a relationship, but haven’t found someone they would like to enter into one with.”

You look round the room. You can’t really gauge how things are going; they seem attentive, at least.

“Does anyone have any questions?” You nod at a older Vulcan on the back row who has raised his hand.

“Are there specific ceremonies for humans wishing to undergo marriage?”

You relax. A safe question to start. “At its most basic form marriage is a legal contract, so can be performed by someone with legal standing to do so, the couple wishing to marry and a witness. It can be as simple as signing a document. However, there are a lot of traditions surrounding marriage. A more common ceremony would involve the exchanging of vows, and often rings to be worn as a visible sign that a human is married.”

You go on to cover traditional ceremonies, elopement, wedding clothes...

“Does that answer your question?”

“Yes. I note that you do not wear a ring. Are you married?”

“No, I am not.”

He nods, and you gesture to a younger female on the front row.

“I have read about virgins and virginity in human literature, but I do not understand the concept. Can you explain it please?”

Oh gosh. “The most basic definition of a virgin is someone who has not had sexual intercourse. In the past in some societies a woman primarily but sometimes a man too would be expected to be a virgin when they entered into a marriage. This isn’t the case anymore but losing one’s virginity, having sex for the first time, can be... uh... important, to some people. And there may be a perceived stigma around humans who are older than say... mid twenties, who have yet to have sex.”

“Thank you. You said you were unmarried; do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? Are you a virgin?”

You blink, resisting the temptation to look at Sarek for support. You should have expected this, you think, feeling a little weak.

“There are some questions that it is... inappropriate... to ask humans. Asking whether a human is a virgin is always inappropriate, even for another human, unless you know each other incredibly well. So I will not be answering that, and I would recommend that you don’t ask another human. But no, I do not have a—a partner, at the moment.”

Safer questions follow, on things like how long it’s appropriate to be in a relationship before marriage, and divorce and how that’s accomplished. Questions about how partners are chosen, and  even one about love at first sight. Then—

“How would you know if someone is interested in pursuing a relationship with you?”

“You—uh... it’s difficult. Someone might hit on you,” you say, wincing mentally, thinking of Evan. “That is, they may say something to express an interest. But a lot of the signs are physiological, and difficult for us to recognise consciously. Like... someone’s pupils may dilate when they talk to you. Or they may lean in toward you, mirror your actions. They may ask you questions, try to get to know you. Find opportunities to spend more time with you. But it can be difficult.” You shrug. “Sometimes it takes a friend to tell you they think someone is interested in you. But if you want a relationship, and think they may too... sometimes you just have to ask.”

*

You are relieved when the seminar is over, and gratified when the organiser at the academy makes a point to thank you, both for the presentation and your willingness to answer questions candidly.

Afterward you think Sarek will take you to the Federation Embassy, but instead he steers his desert flyer out of the city. Part of you wants to ask where you’re going, but you trust him, so you enjoy the ride as the city gives way farmland, and forest. You skirt the edge of forest and desert for a while, then Sarek turns the flyer through the trees and stops in an open area.

Your eyes widen as you exit the speeder; you have always heard of Vulcan as a desert planet, but in front of you is a large body of water, waves gently lapping on a sandy shore. You turn to Sarek.

“It’s beautiful,” you say, and you think you see satisfaction in his expression.

“This is Lake Yuron. This part of the shore is quiet and I frequently come here when I wish to meditate. I... appreciate the calm.”

He walks toward the water and you follow. You stand together, watching the waves as they go in and out. The water looks different, somehow, to lakes on Earth, as it reflects the more orange tint of the Vulcan sky.

After a while, Sarek speaks. “Today during the the seminar, you described some of the ways one can tell if a human is interested in pursuing a romantic relationship. I have observed you over the past few days, and I believe you have displayed many of these signs.” He turns to you, stormy eyes reflecting the lake water.

“Are you interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with me?”

You look down at the sand, and swallow, your mouth suddenly dry. But you have to be honest with him. “I am. I find you fascinating. I enjoy your company. And you... are very attractive.” But there’s just no way he can reciprocate, you think. “I’m sorry if I have made you uncomfortable. That was never my intention.” You look back up, hoping he can see the apology in your eyes.

“Although I am an adherent of logic, of Surak’s teachings, it would be... inaccurate to say that I do not experience emotion. I control and suppress the emotions that I feel, and generally that is... satisfying, to me.” He takes a step toward you, closing the gap between you both. He’s close enough to touch.

“I find you... compelling. I lack the proper language to express emotions, but… perhaps I can show you?”

You nod, mutely. You know about mind melds, even though you’ve never seen one performed, much less participated. Your eyes track his hand as he reaches up to touch your face.

“My mind to your mind. My thoughts... to your thoughts.”

The touch of his mind is like nothing you’ve ever felt before, and you gasp slightly at the extra dimension that opens up for you, in a direction you couldn’t even have imagined. But you feel safe; you can feel that he is keeping you from being overwhelmed. And then you for a few moments you see yourself as he sees you. Feel an echo of what he feels, even as you share what you feel for him.

As he breaks the connection the only thing you can do is bring a hand up to his face, and kiss him. It’s gentle, almost hesitating at first, but it feels so right as you press together, as the kiss deepens.

You have always watched people; you have never really thought about people watching you. You know they will, though, as you ride back to Shi’kahr: the human partner of the Vulcan ambassador. You won’t be putting on a show, but you find, as you think it over, Sarek at your side, that you don’t mind.

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do you have suggestions on other blogs similar to you? with reader insert fics preferably

I mean... we all have very different writing voices, but if you mean more monster blogs, may I offer... 💖💖 them 💖💖

@aelia-likes-monsters

@thetravelerwrites

@hufflesmonsters

@sugary-mystery

@monster-bait

@monstersandmaw

@butterbabyflapjack

@love-and-monsters

If you're looking for someone who writes reader inserts specifically with more subby partners, not specifically exophilia-related, I don't have a list of writers but a list of fics. I think there's only one reader insert there, because there are so few in existence with that specific dynamic I really like. But some good similar fanfic pairings are

Holly Black's Jude/Cardan

Star Trek's Sarek/Amanda (respect for the few people writing them i owe you my life)

Motherland: Fort Salem's Scylla/Raelle

The 100's Clarke/Lexa And the crackship that turned out to be actually interesting when applied: Star Wars' Hux/Rose

tbh my favorite ship dynamic is: a positively feral rat who just clawed their way up from the sewers and deals with most problems by beating them into the ground x lived a life of refinery, knows the difference between a soup spoon and a desert spoon, and doesn't know how to deal with the possibly rabid person thrust in their life.

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AO3 Tag Game

Tagged by @finnismyoriginalsin! Thank you so much!!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

It says 82 works, but 4 of those “works” are drabbles and one-shot collections. (Because I’m a fandom old. We didn’t have “series” back in the olden times when dinosaurs roamed the earth and soulmate au’s were still in black and white instead of technicolor.) So, in reality: 124 individual stories.

These don’t include lost stories, and my first couple of fics which I haven’t posted on AO3. (I’m fine leaving them archived where they are.)

2. What is your total Ao3 word count?

592,132 and counting. (Posting new content soon.)

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

6 Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: Enterprise (yes, they are separate fandoms), Labyrinth, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Once Upon a Time, and briefly, the Tom Hiddleston Fandom.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. The Princess and the King (Labyrinth)

2. Text Alert (MCU)

3. Drunk Dial (Labyrinth)

4. Intoxicated [Rewritten] (Star Trek)

5. 100 Themes in Lokidom (MCU)

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes. My favorite part of writing fic is interacting with the readers. I’ve had some of the coolest meta discussions in the comments sections, but even the comments that only have a single emoji are precious to me.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

It’s probably Dying (MCU).

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I’ve got two. The craziest one is probably When Fairy Tale Meets Mythology (OUaT/MCU).

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

*laughs* I tend to ship villain x hero. Hate comes with the territory. Fortunately, it hasn’t been a lot. I usually delete the comments. Don’t feed the trolls, my friends.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Generally, no. But a few of my stories have slipped into M-rated territory. If I include intimacy in the story, it’s pretty light and more poetic than descriptive of the actual mechanics. For me, it has to be about the emotional impact of that intimacy—which is why my rare M-rated stories are dark and angsty.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I’m not aware of any, but I was accused once of stealing my own story when I reposted an old fic on AO3. Ha!

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes. I used to do Round Robins back in my Trek and Labyrinth days. And I had the honor of writing a story together with @iamartemisday for a Marvel event.

12. What’s your all time favorite ship?

There’s no picking one. You’re getting all my OTPs: Sarek/Amanda Grayson (Star Trek), Trip/T’Pol and Archer/Sato (Star Trek: Enterprise), Jareth/Adult Sarah Williams (Labyrinth), Loki/Jane Foster (MCU), Killian Jones/Emma Swan and Regina Mills/Robin Hood (OUaT). Loki/Jane Foster is probably still my number one these days, though.

And I’m really, really taken with Aleksander Morozova (The Darkling)/Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone). I’m trying so hard not to write the fic.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek: Enterprise

14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I think Starcrossed (MCU)—mainly because I got to collaborate with an incredible artist @electricalice.

Tagging: @kmomof4, @vesperass-anuna, @iamartemisday, @orlissa, @bywayofmemory, @let-it-raines, @profdanglaisstuff, @mentallydatingahotcelebrity, @jomiddlemarch, @hollyethecurious, and anyone else who wants to play! Consider yourself tagged!

[to-boldly-nope]

Yesterday

Pairing: AOS Spock x Reader

Words: 509 (more or less)

Plot: !!!STAR TREK SPOILERS!!! You try to comfort Spock after learning that his mom died.

A/N: Yeah I kinda could’ve written this better, but I’m back to writing now and it’s better than nothing. Also this could’ve been posted earlier but I got distracted by Robert Sean Leonard since I’m watching House M.D. (and I might change the title, I’m not sure yet) 

Another A/N: Yeah so I had this saved in my notes as Yesterday and I’m going to change it back since I’m big stupid and forgot the name of it

~

You watched from the bridge as Vulcan disappeared. Your heart shattered as you watched it sink in on itself, the planet became a black hole. What made it worse was that Spock went down on the planet to rescue whoever he could.

"(Y/N), please report to the transporter room."

You ran there as fast as you could, accidentally bumping into people in the corridors and quickly apologizing as you finally made it to the transporter room. You slid inside and saw that Spock transported safely, but someone didn't make it.

"Spock?" You said softly while walking up to him.

His eyes were sad, which was weird for him, for he was always stern and collective.

Everyone began to leave the transporter room as you two stood there. Sarek gave his son a reassuring look before leaving you two alone.  "What happened?"

"My mother," he croaked out and your heart broke.

"Spock, it's just the two of us now, you can let it out."

You saw the tears well up in his eyes as you hugged him. You held him as he began to cry. Vulcans aren't supposed to feel, you knew that, but right now you wanted him to grieve.

"If you need anything just let me know," you told him softly.

"Just hold me," he whispered.

You did what he said and you gently put your head on his shoulder and gently rocked him. You felt his tears on your uniform, temporarily staining it. You gently moved your head and softly kissed his cheek. "It's going to be ok, Spock."

He reminded you of a lost little boy. He lost him mom. The one person who could understand how he felt at times because his dad couldn't. His one source of emotional help was now gone.

"You did everything you could, Spock, it's ok."

He sank into you, his body limp and trembling. It tore you to see him like this. He knew that he loved his mother and now he got to show it. You got to see all the love he had for her.

You pulled away and wiped his tears away, but new ones took their place. "Spock, she knew it wasn't your fault. She knew you did everything you could."

"It wasn't good enough, (Y/N), I lost my mother. I never told her that I loved her."

"Spock, she knew you loved her. Please don't beat yourself up, please don't."

"I feel like sometimes that you and her were the only ones that I could go to. You both understood how I felt when I don't-when I can't express it."

You held him longer as you stroked the hair on the back of his head.

"Spock to the bridge," the communicator buzzed, ruining the moment.

"Just a few more minutes, Spock. Don't leave yet," you pulled away and cupped his face. He scanned your face before you softly kissed him. "Your mom is proud of you."

He pressed his lips together before slightly nodding.

"Spock to the bridge," the communicator buzzed again.

"I love you, Spock," you smiled before kissing him again. "And she loves you too."

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Cinderella (4/?)

Fandom: Star Trek (TOS/AOS) Pairing: Spock x Reader Summary: AU based on the 2015 live-action Cinderella movie. Spock in the prince of the Kingdom of Vulcan and the reader is a good, honest country girl trying to make it through a life with her awful step-sisters and step-mother. Genre: Romance Warnings: None A/N: This chapter is twice as long as the others kill me

[Preview] [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]

You readied the tea and biscuits for your step-sisters and Madame, paying little mind to their tall tales as you quietly relived your evening with Mr. Spock, the prince.

You giggled to yourself.

The prince.

Mr. Spock.

The thoughtful, kind man from forest, who treated you with such dignity and respect you’d not seen in years, was the prince.

How truly, delightfully ridiculous. Absolutely mad.

You giggled once more, offering not a single care to perturbed looks the women at the table shot toward you.

Tonight was a wonderful, beautiful dream. A blessing. A kind reminder, you felt, from your dear parents, that your kindness and courage will always be rewarded, and to stay strong.

And so you would. With your journal entries and your glass slipper always by your side, securely under the floorboards, you would remember this night, this blissful, ridiculous dream night with the prince, for the rest of your days.

-0-

Not a week after the ball, Spock was called to his father’s chambers in the middle of day. There was no discernible reason the young prince could muster as to why his father was still in chambers so late into the day…

Until he approached the doors and saw Kirk offering him a sympathetic look.

Spock walked swiftly to his father’s bedside, trying hard not to focus on how fragile the man looked lying in the bed, pale and alone. Spock sat next to his father, offering no greeting or conversation. Now was the time for Sarek’s words, not Spock’s.

“I fear the time is here, my son,” Sarek spoke hoarsely, the strain of his dying body stealing away the last of his energy. “Your accession approaches, as do your additional responsibilities.”

Behind Spock, closely observing the interaction, was Michael. Though she remained silent and stoic, Spock knew she was in as much pain as their mother. Both women shared a telepathic bond with the dying king, and while his mother was weeping quietly in corner, Michael did all she could to keep her emotions in check. Truly, she would have made a fine Vulcan ruler – if only she were Vulcan.

Spock took a breath before speaking.

“I understand my responsibilities, Father,” he said quietly. “However, I refuse to enter into a lifelong relationship solely for political gain, lest the very fate of our nation depends on it. Though it may go against tradition, I cannot and will not marry without love.”

He could feel Michael stiffen behind him. They were never close, and Spock was certain this would tear them apart even further. Michael dedicated her life to serving and upholding Vulcan traditions and her brother, the heir to the throne for no reason beyond nepotism and racism, shirked them aside. The entire situation was bitterly unjust, but he could not think of any potentially successful way to rectify it.

“What if I ordered you to?” Sarek asked, seemingly joke. Spock bit back surprise at his father’s uncharacteristically jovial manner.

“I cannot and will not,” Spock affirmed.

“Then you must not,” Sarek concluded, his voice barely above a whisper. “You will despise this job, my son. You must find some peace within it. You must find your forest girl. That is your order.”

Spock couldn’t contain the surprise that overtook his face. As he processed his father’s words, Michael rested a firm hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him back from his father’s deathbed. As he moved away, Spock watched his mother race to his father’s side, gently running her fingers along his now-still face and bidding him farewell.

It… was over.

His father…

Michael gently guided him further away, near a back corner of the room, as their mother stood and wiped her eyes. She cleared her throat and started giving orders to the nearby attendants, calling for the doctor, the captain, and V’Las. Michael stood by Spock’s side as their mother took on the next steps, working through her grief to protect her children from such a hardship. Kirk listened to the queen intently, offering his availability for anything she or her family might need.

Spock recognized that he was far from alone, and yet couldn’t help but notice just how lonely he felt.

-0-

“Why do you stay at that house?” Uhura urged, asking you the same question she’s asked since your father passed. “I know it was where you were happy, but it holds no happiness now. You’ve got to learn to move on, Y/N.”

You almost jolted at the sound of your real name. Had it really been so long since you’d heard it? The last time you recall even thinking of your real name was at the ball, so many weeks ago. Perhaps you should’ve given your name to the prince – now king, poor boy – so you could have at least heard yourself say it one last time before it drifted away, lost to time like your parents.

You sighed.

“I made a promise,” you contended. “Besides, where else would I go. I’m an orphan on the path to spinster. I don’t exactly have any viable prospects.”

“You know you can come live with me,” Uhura pushed. “And your parents raised you well. You’re a brilliant and talented woman, Y/N. You’d have no problem finding work outside of that house if you really look.”

Realistically, you knew she was write. Your father’s travels brought back many languages for you learn, and your mother’s instance that she and you help the staff with the house work taught you a number of trades. If you chose to leave, the world would be open wide for you.

Yet, even as you thought it, Madame’s voice filled your head, reminding you over and over that you were nothing more than a raggedy servant girl. Perhaps, when your parents were still around, the world was your’s for the taking. But fate was often unkind, and the world would not open for a lowly, orphaned servant.

Before your conversation with Uhura could continue, the bell of the royal herald rang through the town square, drawing everyone’s attention to the man’s post.

The man, one of the few humans to work with the Vulcan palace, barely contained a smile as he unfurled his scroll.

“Hear ye! Hear ye!” he called out, his smile breaking through, ever so slightly. “Know that our new king hereby declares his love for…”

The square’s occupants fell deathly silent, eagerly anticipating the news. From what you’d gathered in the past few weeks, there seemed to be a rift among the commoners as to whether the prince – King, you corrected – would marry the princess T’Pring, since the “mysterious princess” was nowhere to be found. In fact, you were certain people had money riding on it.

“For… the mysterious princess, as wore glass slippers to the ball.”

Gasps and murmurings broke out in the crowd. Uhura shot you a look, a smirk playing on her lips.

“And requests that she present herself at the palace, where upon – if she be willing – he will… forthwith… marry her, with all due ceremony!”

The crowd grew louder as the herald stepped down from his platform. You could distinct notes of excitement, some of disdain, most of shock. Gossip was surprisingly rampant in the Vulcan Kingdom, and you could already hear the grape vine singing.

“So?” Uhura asked from beside you. You turned your attention back to her, catching the smile on her face and the mischievous glint in her eyes.

“So?” you asked innocently, trying to appear nonchalant under the Gossip Queen’s incredulous gaze.

“So,” she began again, “what exactly are you gonna do about that, princess?”

-0-

You sprinted home, the smile never fading from your face as your lungs burned and your legs screamed. You couldn’t mind the pain, not now.

He wanted to marry you!

Spock!

He wanted to marry you!

The dream, the dream of that night is actually coming true. After so much suffering, after being alone for so long, the man you love loves you back and wants to marry you.

You thanked your mother incessantly. Through everything, you kept her lessons close by your heart. You held on to your courage and kindness, even when it all seemed so hopeless, and it worked! Your happy ending found you! You were finally going to get-

“Madame?” you panted, confused by the woman sitting in your room, waiting for you.

“Well,” she said, her twisted smile pulling at her lips, “You were certainly in a rush to get here. Pray tell, what has you worked up, dear girl?”

If your heart wasn’t pounding from the run, it would have stopped dead.

This was not good. This was very not good.

You were so close to your happy ending. She was going to steal it. You didn’t know how, or why, but you knew she would do it.

Lie. Lie!

“Oh,” you started, trying to seem nonchalant, “I… I just forgot something I wanted to take to town.”

“Oh,” she offered kindly, never once breaking eye contact with you, “you mean this?”

Out from under the chair she sat in, Madame pulled out a glass slipper – the one you kept hidden your floorboard since the ball.

Your stomach dropped, a million questions flying around your head. Well, only two, really.

How?

Why?

Why?

How?

You desperately glanced around the room, looking for any kind of explanation. Next to Madame, on the window sill, lay the diary you kept next the slipper.

Shit.

It’s over.

“How did you find out?” You asked, the completely detached tone of your voice almost taking you back, if you weren’t too exhausted to care anymore. It’s over. She won.

Her smile, always wicked, developed an almost evil taste.

“I should like to tell you a story, my dearest step-daughter,” Madame began, her eyes unblinking. “Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young woman, who met the love of her life. She married the man, and birthed two loving daughters.

“Then,” Madame continued, her motherly façade fading, replaced with all the wickedness you had come to know, “the light of her life died, leaving her and her daughters destitute. The next time around, she married for the sake of her family. Then, that man, too, was taken from her.

“For years, she was forced to live in another woman’s house, and raise another woman’s child – which she did with grace.”

You could have slapped her right then and there, but your mother wouldn’t have had it.

“The woman had hoped to marry off one her beautiful, stupid daughters to the prince, but his head was turned by a girl with glass slippers, who disappeared into the night. The woman returns to her house that night to find her wicked step-daughter dancing around the kitchen, stars in her eyes.”

You cursed yourself for behaving like such a fool. You should’ve learned by now to never show weakness in front Madame. She would always find it, latch on, and exploit it. You were thoughtless to let your guard down, even for a moment.

“Did you think I was an imbecile?” Madame sneered, rising from her seat and striding over to you with the slipper in hand.

“Where did you get it from?” She pressed. “Did you steal it?”

“It was given to me,” you said, “by a dear friend.”

Madame barked out a laugh.

“Nothing in this world is ever given, you ridiculous girl,” she snarled. “For everything you must pay, pay. And after living in my house rent free for all this time, here is how you’ll pay me-“

“No.” you said firmly.

Madame was aghast.

“No?” she pressed, seemingly appalled that you had the audacity to fight her.

“No,” you confirmed. “You have ruined every other ounce of happiness in my life. Destroyed everything I’ve ever held dear. I will not let you ruin this, even if that means it shall only be a memory.”

Madame smirked a wicked grin as her grip on the slipper’s heel tighten and she walked toward the door. She paused in the door way, back facing you, and raised the slipper from her side.

“Then memory,” she taunted, “it shall be.”

In one swift motion, she smashed the glass slipper into the door frame, shards of glass scattering across the floor and stairs. You could barely hear the sounds of shattering glass over your own, pained cry.

It was over. Everything. All of it. Over.

Madame turned in the door, her too-sweet-smile pulling her lips and she looked you dead in the eyes.

“It would appear as though I’m not the only one with shattered dreams, Cinderella.”

Tags:  @sugarshai @elizabeth–1 @buttercup337 @room-with-a-cat @severusminerva @may-machin @mysticracoon

Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list for this story!

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Masterlist

I do not give consent for my work to be copied, posted, or translated onto other sites. Nor do I give permission for my work to be fed into an artificial intelligence application. My blog is 18+.

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Spock/Chapel (SNW)

Episode 1: Shimsha (My Sun)

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Lord of the Rings

Aeres (Eomer x Fem!OC) (in-progress)

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A Woman in Uniform (in-progress) Una Chin-Riley x OFC, Una & Pike

I Wanna Hold Your Hand (Chapel x OC, Chapel x Spock, Chapel & Spock)

Always (Pike/Una)

From Both Sides: Una (Pike/Una)

How Una Became Number One

Extra Scenes, Codas, and Other Stuff (Season 1)

Episode 1: I Lived It

Episode 1: A Place To Belong

Dispatches from Sickbay (vignettes and one-shots)

Mudd, Harry Mudd (complete)

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AOS

Trust Love One More Time (McCoy/Fem!OC) (in-progress)

Dispatches from Sickbay (vignettes and one-shots)

Dating Advice (in-progress)

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i carry your heart (Strange New Worlds Pike/OC Series)

Christopher Pike x OC (Aalin)

Each entry can be read independently.

Volte-Face (in-progress)

The Road Back (in-progress)

Do You Know What Day It Is? (complete)

How Not To Further Your Career (complete)

The Other Side (in-progress)

Babies and Starships (complete)

Rebellion (Mirror Universe, in-progress)

That Night and Morning on Discovery (complete)

Spock's Escape (in-progress)

Uncle (in-progress)

Retribution (in-progress)

In the Shadow of Boreth (in-progress)

It’s Happening To Both of Us (complete)

SNW Season One CALU Scenes

Episode 1: We Have Your Back

Episode 1: It’s His Story to Tell

Episode 1: Our Every Opportunity

Episode 2: Delicate Lines

Episode 1: Whose Life Is Dearer - Part 1

Episode 2: Whose Life Is Dearer – Part 2

Episode 2: Whose Life Is Dearer – Part 3

Episode 2: Whose Life Is Dearer – Part 4

Episode 2: Whose Life Is Dearer – Part 5

Episode 2: Whose Life Is Dearer – Part 6

Episode 2: Whose Life Is Dearer – Part 7

Episode 3: Whose Life is Dearer - Part 8

Date Night: Series of one-shots taking place throughout the series.

First Date (complete)

The Klingon Said What? (complete)

December Twenty-Fourth (complete)

Here's To Vulcan Psychiatrists (complete)

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The joys, trials and adventures of a long distance relationship with a certain Starfleet Captain.

Christopher Pike x OC (Lilly)

All About You (complete)

An Unexpected Love (in-progress)

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Pike x Reader

All complete except noted.

Afternoon Delight: Cause ... well ... I am in charge.

Chase the Bad Away: Chris knows an excellent cure for insomnia. Part of the I Am Not Sick series.

The Box: Sequel to I Am Not Sick

The Captain Goes to Sickbay: Deleted Scene of I Am Not Sick

I Am Not Sick

Home | Touchstones | Walk of Shame

That Kiss | Nothing To Do | Our Song

That Night In the Barn | Need for Speed | It Tickles

Where's An All Night Pharmacy When You Need It (in-progress)

Pairings: Christopher Pike & Child!OC

Christopher Pike x Fem!Reader

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McCoy x Reader

Good Morning Darling (complete)

Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday Ride Again (complete) A sequel to Justice, McCoy Style

Happy Birthday, Darling (complete)

I Want To Watch You Darling (complete)

Do You Trust Me Darling (complete)

I Want To See You Darling (complete)

Dating Advice (in-progress)

Justice, McCoy Style (complete)

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Sarek x Reader

Pon Farr (complete)

Pon Farr: The Morning After (complete)

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Very Long Distance (Strange New Worlds Series Pike/OC series)

The joys, trials and adventures of a long distance relationship with a certain Starfleet Captain.

Christopher Pike x OC (Lilly)

All About You (complete)

An Unexpected Love (in-progress)

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Ski Trip (Fem!Reader) (complete)

The Sketch (Fem!Reader) (complete)

You Might Prefer Me (Fem!Reader) (in-progress)

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Strange New Worlds/TOS

Captain Honorary Dad

A Woman in Uniform (in-progress) Una Chin-Riley x OFC, Una & Pike

I Wanna Hold Your Hand (Chapel x OC, Chapel x Spock, Chapel & Spock)

Always (Pike/Una)

From Both Sides: Una (Pike/Una)

How Una Became Number One

Extra Scenes, Codas, and Other Stuff (Season 1)

Episode 1: I Lived It

Episode 1: A Place To Belong

Dispatches from Sickbay (vignettes and one-shots)

Mudd, Harry Mudd (complete)

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Number One x Reader

Ski Trip (Fem!Reader) (complete)

The Sketch (Fem!Reader) (complete)

You Might Prefer Me (Fem!Reader) (in-progress)

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Star Trek: Discovery

Dispatches from Sickbay (vignettes and one-shots)

That Night In The Cave (final chapter soon)

Kobayashi Maru (complete)

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Terra Nova ~ Part Four: Negotiation~

Image source: http : // bluewaveinc. com/electronics-ultrasonic-cleaners/

See my Masterlist for earlier sections- don’t know why but right now adding the links are negating my tags :S

Aaaaand we’re back! Sorry about the delay, this last week has been hell with work. <3 

The story so far: Bones is a hostage, your phaser is gone, and something freaky is happening on planet ‘Sarek’. Muahahahaha! 

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS).

Pairing: Reader X Bones 

Words: 1,090

Warnings: Some mild swearing, threats of bodily harm with a sharp weapon, and as usual, a little angst. ;) 

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“Mike stop!” Wendy cried, tears streaming down her face. “Please- it’s not going to help!”

“Mike c’mon-” Ayo said, advancing with his hands outstretched.

“No!” Mike yelled, moving away and forcing Bones’ head back. You could see Bones trying to keep still, but his chest was rising and falling so quickly. In that moment you’d have given anything to be able to kick Mike’s teeth in.

“Mike -” you said, keeping your voice measured as you gingerly picked yourself off the floor. “You’ve just had a son; do you really want this to be how he remembers you?”

Mike didn’t say anything, but you could see a flash of hesitation in his eyes. Emboldened, you took a step forward.

“You know I’m right Mike, you know what’s going to happen. Just let the doctor go- please, put down the knife. There’s nothing you can do that will help your friends.”

Mike looked around the room, at the circle of people watching him, fear all over their faces. His breathing shallowed, and you could see the knife shaking. You braced yourself to charge, and as you watched, Bones’ gaze locked on yours. It was as if he was reaching for you, and your chest tightened as you desperately ignored the pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Then Mike gasped out a rib shaking sob, and the knife hit the floor just before Bones, who fell to his knees, hands at his throat. You ran to him, throwing your arms around Bones’ shoulders as Mike staggered over to his wife, collapsing onto her makeshift cot.

“Bones- Leonard!” You said, voice frantic with worry. “Are you all right? Can you breathe?”

“Yes,” Bones gasped, his voice rasping. “Yes. Must be - some kind of - psychosis -”

“Please!”

Both of your heads whipped around, looking over at Wendy who was leaning over a sobbing Mike. Wendy had her head thrown back, speaking to the ceiling. “Leave him - he didn’t mean it! He wasn’t really going to do anything- please, we have a son now! Don’t take him away from us!”

Tears were pouring down her face as she gasped for breath. Judy and a young blonde woman ran over to her and started to comfort her as her pleas turned incoherent.

“We’ll keep an eye on him Wendy,” Ayo said, eyes tired and sad. “We’ll make shifts; he won’t be left alone.”

You looked down at Bones, who had his eyes trained on you. “What is going on here?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, your voice equally low. “But I want out. Where’s your comm?”

Still taking ragged breaths, Bones pulled his communicator from his back pocket and flipped it open. “McCoy to Enterprise-” he rasped. “Scotty get us out of here now!”

You both stared at the device, but no sound came. You reached over Bones’ arm and fiddled with the dials. “Enterprise, come in please!”

Still nothing.

“It could be the generators,” Len said, kneeling down beside the pair of you. “I thought I heard you say something about having engineering background earlier - maybe you can take a look at them with me, see if we can fix your cell phone? Though I’ve never seen one like it.”

“Sounds good,” you said quickly, trying to get her eyes off the communicator. “Let’s go.”

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“Captain Kirk to the bridge.”

Throwing his head back against his pillow, Kirk groaned into his hands. Deciding that he hadn’t really wanted the nap anyway, he grumbled under his breath as he forced himself to his feet. Why couldn’t space ever wait for thirty goddamn minutes?

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Wiping your forehead, you slumped down against the large metal generators. It had been at least five hours, and Lan had left for dinner a while ago. Looking over your shoulder, you glared at the gleaming titanium.

“Somethin’ causin’ you trouble?”

You turned back to see Bones, who was holding a large bowl in his hands.

“Yes,” you huffed, pushing yourself to your feet. “I don’t understand it, everything checks out. All the parts are working and in excellent condition-”

“Oh wow, horrible,” Bones teased, watching as you let a nearby faucet clean the oil and grease from your hands and arms.

“Unfortunately it is,” You replied. “I have no clue what’s causing the interference, and what’s more, the generators are definitely connected to something, but as far as I can tell, it’s not the houses.”

Bones frowned. “Well, quick pause in the investigation for stew?” He proffered the bowl, and you smiled.

“God yes, thanks.”

Taking it from him, the pair of you settled on the ground, backs pressed against the humming metal.

“What have you been doing?” You asked between mouthfuls.

“Medical scans,” Bones replied, brow still furrowed. “It’s the damnedest thing, they all seem perfect right?”

“Yeah,” you replied, your spoon pausing on the way to your mouth. “Why?”

“It’s because they are- outwardly anyway. Internally it’s hell- Lan’s got a leaky gut, Tanya’s malnourished, and one of Ayo’s valves isn’t working properly,” blowing air out his nose, Bones ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve done what I can, but I’ll need better equipment to fix everything.”

You ran a hand along his shoulder comfortingly, and he looked over at you. For a moment there was silence.

“How are-” you began, but broke off as a desperate scream issued from next door, followed immediately by a chorus of shouting. Jumping to your feet, you and Bones ran over, pausing to catch your breath. Inside, Ayo stood by the door as Tanya held baby Colin, bouncing the wailing infant. On the floor Trixie had her arms around Wendy, who looked like she was about to pass out.

“What happened?” You gasped, looking from Wendy to Tanya. Everyone looked over at your voice, pain in their eyes.

“He wandered to the back of the room for just a second while I tended to Colin-”

“We should have had more people on watch, this is all my-”

Ayo and Tanya’s words ran over each other, until a quiet voice spoke up, and both fell silent.

“He’s gone-” Wendy said, lifting her face to look at you and Bones, “Mike’s gone.”

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Kirk walked onto the bridge ten minutes later, bedhead tamed and ready for action.

“Uhura what’s -”

Halfway through the question, Kirk glanced at the screen and froze. Taking a few steps forward, he stared at the image in front of him.

“Can someone please tell me,” he said, not looking away from the monitor. “Where the hell that huge glass building came from?”

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Pon Farr

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Hello! I’ve been dying for some disco Sarek x reader. I was wondering if you could write one. It can be anything, really.

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Paring: Sarek x Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Sarek falls in love with a human woman. But is she prepared for his first Pon Farr?

Excerpt: I wake close to dawn enveloped in Sarek’s arms. My fiancé is coddling me like a fragile newborn. His shoulder pillows my head, one of his arms is curled snugly around my waist holding me close to his chest. My head rests against his and I can feel his breath on my neck and shoulder. When I shiver slightly and press closer to him, he responds by wrapping me with his body. He shifts my hips moving them closer to his groin and covers my legs with one of his.

In three weeks we will be bonded. Typically Vulcan couples start their life together a year or two before reaching sexual maturity. This tradition facilitates building emotional intimacy and mental synergy before physical consummation completes their melding of two lives into one. The male’s first pon farr, the biological need to mate, initiates this final piece of their union.

For reasons yet unknown to me, Sarek’s pon farr triggered early. But then we are not a typical Vulcan couple.

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Cinderella (1/?)

Fandom: Star Trek (TOS/AOS) Pairing: Spock x Reader Summary: AU based on the 2015 live-action Cinderella movie. Spock in the prince of the Kingdom of Vulcan and the reader is a good, honest country girl trying to make it through a life with her awful step-sisters and step-mother. Genre: Romance Warnings: None

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“Cinderella!”

You grimaced as your step-sister’s screech broke through your restless sleep. The chill of the spring night froze the kitchen floor, but the open fireplace kept you warmer than the threadbare blanket in the attic ever could.

You rose from the floor, cracking your back and brushing the ash and cinder from your dress. It desperately needed a washing, but you nary had time for that. You once considered washing it along with your sisters’ and Madame’s dresses, but the thought of staining their gowns with muddy water quickly ended that thought. The idea of the petty act of revenge brought you some minute joy, but your mother raised you better than that. You would never disrespect her memory by acting in such a manner.

“Cinderella!”

You sighed and scurried over to the tea set. Never had you thought a name could bring you such pain, but every time Leila, Droxine, or Madame sniped their little pet name at you tears burned the back of your throat. You’d never cry for them, though. They weren’t worth the tears.

Instead, you screwed a tight smile onto your dirty face and waltzed into the dining room, tea and morning biscuits in tow.

“Good morning!” You greeted brightly, serving the three women their tea. “What are your plans for the day?”

“We’re going to the market!” Leila exclaimed, a teasing glint behind her eyes. Droxine picked up on her sister’s game.

“Oh yes, Mother is having the seamstress make us new dresses!” Droxine added. “Would you like to go?”

Leila’s playful smile twisted with cruelty. “Oh, Droxy, you silly girl, you know she can’t! Poor Cindy has the dust the foyer!”

“And clean the fireplaces!”

“And polish the silver!”

“Girls!” Their mother called. “Stop mocking the help.”

The help.

They live in your family’s home. They sleep in your family’s beds. They live off of your family’s money – however meager. Everything they have belongs to your mother and her father and yet –

You’re the help. As you’ve allowed yourself to be.

“Cinderella,” Madame called in her cold, distant voice, “have we not given you enough chores?”

“My apologies, Madame,” You replied quickly, scurrying away before they could assign you more work.

-0-

“You will not lead the hunt this year, Father?”

“No, Michael,” the king responded curtly, “there is too much for me to attend to here at the palace.”

“So, who will take your place?”

Spock listened closely, though his eyes were trained on his breakfast. Everyone in the family knew Michael wished for the thrown, but she would never get it. No matter how qualified she was on paper, she was adopted and female. And no matter how much the Vulcan High Council liked to pretend they found a balance between upholding tradition and progressivism, Spock knew quite well that his sister’s gender and parentage condemned her dreams to unfulfillment.

“Spock.” His father answered simply.

Spock didn’t respond. No response would change his father’s mind, so there was no point.

Spock didn’t relish in the idea of killing an innocent creature, and his family ate a vegetarian diet more often than not, but the hunt was tradition, and tradition, according to the High Council, must be upheld.

Part of Spock wishes that he could’ve been around to see how the Council reacted to his father marrying a commoner from the Earth kingdom. The decision worked out in the end, as Vulcan and Earth now have an integral political and trade relationship, but he was sure the “commoner” part of the equation ruffled more than a few feathers. Especially considered how thoroughly “you are to marry royalty” had been drilled into his head.

Grand Duke V’Las has been exchanging an inordinate amount of correspondence with a neighboring kingdom, so Spock presumed that he was due to marry their princess, T’Pring, in the coming years. Michael’s contacts had on good authority that T’Pring was looking to abdicate her thrown, like Spock’s half-brother Sybok had done, but both kingdoms paid little mind to T’Pring’s wishes.

Such is the life of royalty.

“Spock?” His mother’s soft voice broke through his thoughts, “Are you okay with this?”

He looked into her eyes and saw the battle raging within her. His mother always tried so hard to support her children – even fought against his father and the Council for Sybok’s right to abdicate - but things were different now. Spock knew full-well that his father wasn’t forgoing the hunt because of work; it was because of his health.

Doctors had been in and out of the palace with noted frequency the past year, his father had been taking Spock on international trips and introducing him to dignitaries more often than before, and now V’Las seemed to be arranging a rather advantageous marriage for the would-be king. The evidence was mounting – Sarek, King of Vulcan, did not long for this world much longer.

“Yes, Mother,” Spock replied, “I am more than able to take over.”

Spock saw the glimmer of appreciation in his father’s eyes as Sarek caught on to his son’s double-meaning. The two had their differences, but Spock had a responsibility to his family and to his kingdom, and he wouldn’t let them down.

-0-

You scrubbed the porcelain plate with the old wash rag, ignoring the scalding temperature of the water as it burned your hand.

The help.

Your mother told you to have courage and be kind.

The help.

You father told you to keep her memory alive.

The help.

Memories of your family – of smiles and laughter and love.

The help.

Memories stripped from this house – your family’s house – like the old wallpaper and original floors.

The help.

You screamed in rage and slammed the plate in the sink, hot tears streaming down your face for the first time since your father’s death.

The help, the help, the help!

You weren’t Cinderella. You were not Cinderella. You were not Cinderella.

You looked at your reflection in the silver serving plate hanging above the sink. Your eyes were red, your skin was chapped, and you were covered in ash.

But you were not Cinderella.

Not now, not ever.

-0-

You held tightly to the horse’s mane, legs gripping his body as he darted through the forest. It’d been years since you’d ridden, and you’d forgotten how terrifying it was.

“Please boy,” you begged, “Pleased slow down!”

You continued to call out to him as he ran from the sounds of a blaring horn, coming to an abrupt stop as he nearly ran into a stag.

Ah, you thought, so that’s what the horns are about.

You shot a glance towards the sounds, barely noticing the hunting troop cresting the hill. The stag might make it out alive.

“Go on boy,” you said with a smile, “before they catch you.”

The stag seemed to listen, darting off further into the forest. Your smile grew as you tugged on the horse’s mane and nudged his side, sending him running off again. He carried on at light jog, approaching the hill and your freedom and a steady pace…

Until the horns went off again.

Before you knew it, you were holding on for dear life yet again, screaming at your family stead to please, please just slow down.

“Miss?” You heard a voice, but paid it no mind. Not like you could very well stop for a chat anyway, it would seem.

“Miss! Are you alright!?”

“I’m fine, thank you!” You called out to the man following behind you. You weren’t fine, but you could manage yourself. You’d hate to burden someone.

The man seemed to have no care for your obvious lie, as he quickly gained on you, his gloved hand gripping onto your horse’s mane and slowing the animal down to a steady trot, much to your relief.

“Thank you,” you said with a soft smile, gazing up at the young man next to you. He was Vulcan, if he strong, slanted brows, pointed ears, and neutral face were any indication. His race was no surprise, though. You were in the Vulcan kingdom and he was clearly with the royal guard. It would be surprising if he weren’t Vulcan.

“Are you alright?” He asked, concern breaking through his calm façade.

“I’m fine, but you’ve nearly frightened the life out of him.” You sniped, recalling the terrified look on the stag’s face as he ran for his life.

The Vulcan man’s brows knotted in confusion. “Who?”

“The stag!” You said.

Humor shone in his eyes as a smile tugged at his lips. “A friend of yours?” He teased.

You smile at his joke.

“An acquaintance,” you corrected. “We met, just now. I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine, and I felt he had a great deal left to do with his life.”

The man’s smile faded, his face neutral once more.

“What do they call you?” he asked.

Ice shot down your spine, your sisters’ and Madame’s mocking, jeering voices echoing in your head.

“Never mind what they call me.” You said simply, biting back tears. “What do they call you?”

His eyes widened ever-so-slightly in shock. “You do not know who I am?”

His incredulous reaction gave you pause, and you began racking your brain for a name to match his soft, surprisingly expressive face.

However, before you could spend long pondering, he interrupted him.

“That is,” he began hastily, “They call me Spock. Or, my family does.”

You smiled at him. “And, where do you live Mr. Spock?”

“At the palace,” he answered promptly before seemingly backpedaling, “My father is teaching me his trade.”

“You’re an apprentice!” You concluded.

“Of a sort,” he answered plainly.

“That’s a very fine thing to be,” You said with the brightest smile you’d worn in months. “Do they treat you well?”

Spock reciprocated the smile – as much as you figured a Vulcan could – and said, “Quite well. And you?”

Your smile dropped instantly and you broke his gaze.

“They treat me as well as they are able,” you said quietly, ignoring the vengeful and bitter voice in the back of your head. It would do you, nor your parents’ memories, no good to listen to that voice.

Spock picked up on the attitude shift. “I am sorry.”

“It’s not your doing,” you offered with a sad smile.

“Nor your own, I’d presume.”

You smiled at that, the tears that welled in your eyes beginning to subside.

“It’s not so very bad,” you said aloud, more to convince yourself than your new friend. “Others have it worse, I’m sure. We must simply have courage and be kind, mustn’t we?”

Spock looked surprised by your conclusion, but graced you with a small smile nonetheless.

“I suppose you might be on to something.”

You smiled back at him, trying to quell the butterflies in your stomach as he held your gaze. The moment, however, was shattered by the sound of the wretched horn.

You turned back to Spock in desperation.

“You won’t let them hurt him, will you?”

-0-

Spock stalled.

“We are hunting.” He told you, parroting the same reasoning his father and the Council had given him time and time again. “It’s what is done.”

That reasoning seemed to have as little effect on your temper as it had on his.

“Just because it’s what’s done doesn’t mean it’s what should be done,” you told him, your eyes blazing in anger. You were so clearly human, so clearly common, and so oddly enchanting.

“Right again.” He said, the smile still on his face. No matter how hard he tried to maintain his composure, something about you consistently caught him off-guard. It was decidedly refreshing.

He watched the anger fade from your eyes, replaced with a sincere hope that he couldn’t find it in himself to dash.

“Then, you’ll let him go?”

“I will.” He promised.

He watched you closely as you watched him, the proverbial wheels in your head turning. He couldn’t be sure what you were thinking, but something in him hoped it was flattering. His hopes seemed to be met as your lips pulled into a sweet smile yet again.

“Thank you very much … Mr. Spock.”

It took every ounce of strength to keep his reaction under control.

“Ah,”

Shit. Captain Kirk.

“There you are, your High-“

“It’s Spock!” The young prince shouted over to his captain in desperation. “And I’m on my way.”

Shit.

The desperation wasn’t lost on Jim, it would seem, as a “shit-eating grin,” as his mother had called, took over the young captain’s face.

“Well we better get a move on,” Jim replied, a teasing tone accompanying the grin as he glanced over at Grand Duke V’Las, “Mr. Spock.”

Spock sighed.

“As I said,” He called over, “I am on my way.”

The captain and duke left the two, and Spoke went to follow. However, the soft sound of the young woman’s laugh stopped him in his tracks. He turned back to her, enchanted yet again by the soft smile on her lips.

“I hope to see you again, Miss.” Spock said, surprising himself by how much he meant it.

Your smile grew, as did his ridiculous and completely illogical attachment to you.

“And I you.”

Spock felt his face contort once more as the smile he tried to bite back fought to break through.

“So long, Mr. Spock.”

“Until we meet again,” he responded. “Live long, and prosper.”