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darkness-and-books · 1 month

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Saving Spock’s Eyebrows

Y/N is in there for a bit, but Spirk is kinda the star of the show here.

Inspired by this pin

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The words “OH MY GOD!!! I AM SO SORRY, SPOCK!!!!” ringing through the engineering deck, were simultaneously terrifying and sort of hilarious. Despite their previous engagements, every engineer came running, mostly because the words were preceded several seconds by a loud clang and what sounded like an engine blowing up. Sure they all cared about Spock too, but the reason the Enterprise still flies is because there's a whole crew of people who consider this ship their wife/baby. In mere moments Y/N and Spock were surrounded by a sea of redshirts and a chorus of, “What the hell happened?!?!” and , “What did you do to the ship?!?!” but it all stopped when Spock and Y/N turned to face them all. “Mhm,” Y/N cleared their throat and blushed, “Mr. Spock was just supervising my rerouting of the iron gluon centrifuges, when I hit my head trying to answer one of his questions,” Y/N explained shamefully, but still loud enough for everyone to hear. The surrounding crew burst into fits of stitch ripping laughter, “What, may I ask is so funny?” Spock inquired. Scotty spoke up over the crew men’s raucous laughter, “Ye laddies, ‘ave no eyebrows!” He shouted the information from somewhere within the crowd, Y/N instantly went to feel their face. Much to their own horror, Y/N found that Scotty wasn’t lying, the look of terror subsided for a moment when they realised that Scotty said neither of them had eyebrows. Y/N slowly looked over to spock, who was clearly raising his now nonexistent eyebrows. They did their damnedest not to laugh at him as they said, “He’s right!” Spock's lip curled slightly upward in a slight smile, “It would seem so,” He stated in an amused voice that very few would actually recognise as amused. They were both ordered to go down to medbay by Scotty, who insisted it was “Because you may have been affected by the combustion in some way we can’t see,” but Y/N was fairly certain that Scotty just wanted to give everyone between here and the medbay a good laugh. “What the hell happened to you!” McCoy shot through fits of laughter as they both walked into the room. “Engineering accident,” Y/N stated without hesitation or humour. They didn’t even bother staying and instead went down to the bridge to get it over with. Upon stepping off of the turbo lift and entering the bridge, Kirk turned around and was about to say something, but it dissipated into hearty laughter. Once his laughter stopped, Jim looked genuinely concerned, getting up to wrap his arms around Spock, “Are you okay, Sweetheart?” He asked Spock, still trying not to laugh as he placed a kiss where Spock’s eyebrow had been. “I’m quite fine, I assure you,” Spock informed with a light green blush painted over his face. Jim’s face lit up with unmistakable mischief, “I could help, you know!” He exclaimed in complete and earnest glee. “Help with what, might I ask?” Spock asked with an attempted brow raise. “Put your eyebrows back,” Kirk replied as though his meaning were a given, “I don’t believe that will be necessary,” Spock nodded curtly. “No, no, please!” Jim pleaded desperately, “I promise, I can’t make it worse!” Jim reasoned. “He’s got you there,” Y/N pointed out with a chuckle, “You already have no eyebrows, what’s the worst that could happen?” Y/N asked innocently.

-Famous last words-

The next morning Spock came down to the officers’ mess with orange eyebrows, one of which must have been placed a solid quarter of an inch higher than the other, giving him a permanent look of concern. “Oh god!” Y/N howled from beside Scotty, “How did this happen?!?” Y/N asked as Scotty laughed loud enough to almost cover the question. “I believe the captain called them Crayola markers,” Spock said and raised an eyebrow, making it now level with the other one. “Don't be so surprised!” Scotty bellowed as Spock sat down across from the two of you. Spock was shortly followed by Jim, “Ah, and I assume that this is our own aspiring Picasso,” Y/N jeered as he took his seat next to spock. “At least his masterpiece is washable,” Scotty commented as he took in a drink of water.

-Mission Save The Vulcan Brows (so deemed by the captain himself) Day 2-

“Uhura, can I borrow your makeup?” Kirk asked her, “Still trying to fix his brows?” Uhura asked as casually as she could possibly manage, but some of her intense curiosity peaked through the facade. “Yeah,” He admitted sheepishly, “At least you’re using stuff meant for his face this time,” She sighed and handed him her makeup bag. “Thanks Uhura, you’re a lifesaver!” Kirk exclaimed as he ran off, “No, just a protector of brows everywhere!” She called after him. “Spock!” Jim called him from the nearest comm he could find, “Yes, captain?” The question came in slightly fuzzy, “I have the next solution! Meet me in my quarters,” Jim playfully ordered. “Alright, Jim, I believe I’m ready to know what your plan is,” Spock said, trying not to smile too much. “This!” Jim explained, without really explaining anything as he dumped Uhura’s makeup bag out onto his bed. “Do you know what any of these things are for?” Spock inquired, concern seeping into his tone as he scanned the alarming number of products scattered around the bed. “Not exactly, but we’ll learn together!” Jim exclaimed in such a way that Spock really couldn’t say no to this. “Let’s try this!” Jim said, holding up a flat and angled makeup brush that he thought looked perfect for recreating the generally very sharp shape of Spock’s brows. He dug around the products a little longer before coming to a colour palette that had a shade of black that Jim thought to be at least somewhat similar to his hair colour. “Okay, this looks like it’ll work,” Jim said more to himself than his boyfriend as he climbed into Spock’s lap to begin doing his makeup. “Hold still,” Kirk told Spock in a hushed tone as he dipped the brush generously into the black pigment. He started with drawing the inner end of the left brow, and tried pulling the colour out to create the bottom of the brow, which he tried to do evenly three times before he gave up because the brow had already become substantially thicker than he meant it to be. Moving to do the right brow, he took a different approach, pinching Spock’s face a little bit to feel where his brow usually sat and just filling in that space instead. While Jim’s theory for the right brow seemed like a good idea, the result was an alright looking human eyebrow, which did not at all match the incredibly dense looking Vulcan brow he had drawn on the left side of Spock’s forehead. Jim’s face fell as he scrutinised his work, “What is it, Jim?” Spock asked, raising an eyebrow (The one that at least looked kinda Vulcan), “I think I’ve done it wrong,” Kirk in a downtrodden tone. “I’m sure you did fine,” Spock assured, giving Jim’s hand a gentle kiss. Jim nervously handed Spock the compact mirror from Uhura’s things, Spock opened it and looked at himself in the small mirror. He laughed, “It’s fine,” Spock told Jim with a kiss on the lips, “Are you sure, I could try it again,” Jim offered, “No, it’s fine, I have duties to attend to at the moment,” Spock assured and informed. “Okay,” Jim conceded and slipped out of Spock’s lap to let him go. Spock walked out of Kirk’s quarters and the first person who saw him was Bones, “Oh my, thank god!” Bones smiled as he looked up as if actually blessed by god himself. “Your human half is showing!” Bones said with glee as he wiggled his eyebrows.

-Mission Save The Vulcan Brows, Day 3 (alternately titled: Trimming Tribbles)

To Jim there was exactly one good thing that came from being infested with Tribbles- their hair. Nobody has any clue how, but Jim managed to get one to stop reproducing and hold still long enough to trim it. Turns out those little things have so much fur for a reason, they’re real disturbing buggers underneath all that hair. Running to Spock’s quarters, Jim was now holding a plastic bag full of Tribble fur, with a new idea in mind. He punched the code into the keypad on Spock’s quarters, barging into the room, Spock looked up from his book. It was still so strange for Jim to see him without any eyebrows, he didn’t think it would make that much of a difference, but it did. “Another plan, Captain?” Spock asked teasingly, “In fact, I have!” Kirk replied, rather pleased with himself as he held up the tribble hair. At this point Spock just let the pieces fall where they may because Jim seemed to be having a good time with the whole thing. “Alright,” Spock agreed and stood from his chair to move to his bed. Much like before, Jim climbed into Spock’s lap, but this time he pulled a small bottle of glue out of the bag. Spock tried not to show it, but with the addition of glue the stakes seemed rather high and he was growing concerned at the prospect of whatever might happen. Jim unscrewed the top of the glue and used applicator inside to paint far too much glue on the spaces where Spock's eyebrows usually resided. Jim put the lid back on the glue and began to carefully press the fur to Spock's face, this process didn't take him nearly as long as trying to draw them on. When Jim was done he pulled back just a few inches to see the entirety of his work. His eyebrows furrowed together and the colour drained from his face as he saw his work in full. His eyes widened as he realised something more, "I uh, don't actually know how to remove this," Jim choked on his words as tears began to prick the corners of his eyes. "Oh, no, no, no, T'hy'la," Spock cooed, "I'm sure it's alright, I really don't care what it looks like. Did you have fun?" Spock prompted, Jim chuckled quietly as Spock swept the tears away from his face. "Alright," Spock sighed, in a joking manner, "Show me the damage," He requested and Jim walked him to the bathroom mirror. Spock took one look in the mirror and started to laugh, and not just a little bit either, but full body shaking as he doubled over and white knuckled the edge of the sink. "It's not that bad, is it?" Jim asked, "No, just a bit surprising," Spock informed as he straightened up to look at himself in the mirror again, his newly installed eyebrows were altogether the wrong colour, and the hairs were far too long. "Perhaps," Spock began, making eye contact with Jim through the mirror, "This ought to be the end of your mission, captain," Spock suggested, "I guess," Jim agreed. It took Spock many, many more showers to finish washing all the Tribble fur off of his face.

-Project Shine-

"Y/N!" Jim quietly pestered them during lunch. "Yes, Jim?" They acknowledged through a bite of their sandwich. "Have you got any rhinestones?!?" Jim asked with a glimmer in his eyes. "Yes, why?" Y/N asked, not particularly inclined to hand them over to the suspicious captain. Jim just wiggled his eyebrows and winked, Y/N got the message, "ah, they're all yours," they responded. After lunch Y/N delivered blue Rhine stones and makeup glue directly to Jim's quarter and found, unsurprisingly, that Spock was there too. "Special delivery," Y/N announced when Jim answered the door. "Come in, come in!" He ushered them through the door. "Spock" Jim sing songed, "Yes, Jim?" Spock asked from where he sat on the couch. "Just one more?" Jim pleaded, "Fine, but please only one more," Spock bargained, "Just one more!" Jim instantly agreed at the hint of getting his way. Spock moved to sit at the table with Jim and Y/N. "Here," Jim started, "You get the left brow while I get the right one," Jim directed Y/N.

Not five minutes later they had finished the job, and were quite proud of themselves too. This had been Spock's best set of replacement eyebrows yet. "Best to end the mission on a high note," Y/N commented as they looked over Spock's new and shiny brows.

Bonus scene: Spock was walking down the hall when, "I knew you had a little sugar in the tank, but I think this is a bit much for you," Bones commented.

Here, have some doodles I did while writing this.

#star trek #spock #Poor spock #Eyebrows #spork #spirk #star trek tos #Kirk is just trying to help

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kosmos2999 · 3 months

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In what ways did William Shatner's portrayal of Captain James T. Kirk differ from the way the character was originally written?

You really have to look at the difference between Captain Christopher Pike (portrayed by Jeff Hunter in the first Star Trek pilot, “The Cage”) and Captain James Kirk (portrayed by William Shatner in the second Star Trek pilot, “Where No Man Has Gone Before”) to see the evolution of the Captain in Star Trek.

As originally written, the Captain of the USS Enterprise was a rather dark, tormented man who was already thinking of resigning his Starfleet commission (in the pilot episode) because he was fed-up with the demands of leadership. That was Jeff Hunter’s portrayal of Christopher Pike.

^^^ Jeff Hunter’s Captain Pike appeared as almost a reluctant commander. He was introspective and self-doubting and mostly humorless, and he didn’t want the responsibility of issuing life-or-death orders and leading others into deadly situations.

He didn’t like women on the bridge, either, except for his First Officer Number One (because she had no obvious feminine personality).

Pike was also aggressive. He barked most of his lines, he glared a lot, and he was even violently intimidating (choking a frightened and physically-frail Talosian, for example, and directly threatening to burn a hole through the alien at close range).

^^^ If looks could kill, right. No wonder the Talosians concluded that humans were "too violent and dangerous a species for our needs.”

NBC rejected the first Star Trek pilot for several reasons, including Jeff Hunter’s Christopher Pike, who was considered too intense, angry and not very likable. Gee, wonder why?

Could it be because Jeff Hunter’s controlling wife was often on the set, badgering Hunter as well as the producer and director? That probably made Hunter’s job many times more difficult, and I think it showed in his performance.

When NBC requested a second Star Trek pilot, it was decided to rewrite some characters and do away with others. For example, First Officer Number One was entirely removed from the script; Spock was promoted to First Officer as well as Science Officer; Doctor Boyce (Ship’s Physician and bartender) was also eliminated from the script and replaced with a more down-to-earth country doctor (this was Doctor Piper, who quickly evolved into Doctor McCoy); and Christopher Pike was to be rewritten as a kinder, gentler, more likable Captain.

However, there was a contractual problem, inasmuch as Jeff Hunter had signed to do only one pilot and a series (if NBC bought it)…but he didn’t sign to do two pilots and a series. Gene Roddenberry and Desilu Studios really wanted Jeff Hunter to continue working on the show, but they knew they’d have to cajole Hunter (and his overbearing wife) into signing for a second pilot.

So, Roddenberry called Jeff Hunter in for a post-rejection screening of The Cage to discuss character revisions and signing another contract for another pilot. This is where it got messy.

Desilu production head Herbert Solow was at the screening and described it best:

“In the eyes of the New York and Los Angeles television world, Star Trek was already a failure. But we knew differently and looked forward to running the completed pilot for our star, Jeff Hunter. We hoped it would convince him to do another pilot. Gene and I waited in the Desilu projection room for him to arrive. He never did. Arriving in his stead was actress Sandy Bartlett, Mrs. Jeff Hunter. We traded hellos, and I nodded to Gene. He flicked the projection booth intercom switch. ‘Let's go.’

“As the end credits rolled, and the lights came up, Jeff Hunter's wife gave us our answer: ‘This is not the kind of show Jeff wants to do, and besides, it wouldn't be good for his career. Jeff Hunter is a movie star.’ Mrs. Hunter was very polite and very firm. She said her good-byes and left, having surprisingly and swiftly removed our star from our new pilot.”

–Herb Solow, Inside Star Trek: The Real Story

So, Jeff Hunter just vanished from Star Trek. He wasn’t fired, as some claimed…he quit. Or, more precisely, his beast of a wife quit for him. Two years later (1967), after Star Trek was a success, Jeff Hunter divorced his wife.

As it happened, there was another actor invited to that same screening (quietly taking notes), and that actor was Bill Shatner, who was waiting in the wings when Jeff Hunter opted out.

Thus entered the new Captain of the Enterprise, James R. Kirk.

^^^ Yep, he was actually named James R. Kirk in his first Star Trek appearance: It says so on his tombstone in “Where No Man Has Gone Before,” the second Star Trek pilot.

Shatner’s Kirk was basically just the opposite of Hunter’s Pike. Captain Kirk was thoughtful but not deeply introspective; he was not tormented but was supremely confident and never self-doubting; he loved his ship and crew, but was willing to take life-or-death risks with both; he was perfectly comfortable with women on the bridge (or just women in general); and he could be humorous, if a little irritating.

^^^ Captain Kirk was a more likable, humorous and confident alternative to Christopher Pike.

Captain Kirk, unlike Captain Pike, was always a ready negotiator, offering an olive branch first and only turning to violence as a last resort; indeed, even in violent scenes, Kirk was typically defending himself.

In short, Shatner portrayed Kirk as a role model for kids. Shatner fully realized that Star Trek was a kids’ show, first and foremost, so he played a kid’s idea of a starship captain…and nailed it.

It became apparent from the second pilot onward that Kirk’s human warmth was a perfect balance for Spock’s icy Vulcan logic (which evolved as the first season of Star Trek progressed). Their dynamic became pure gold for the series and the movie franchise.

^^^ DeForest Kelley’s emotional and quick-tempered Doctor McCoy assumed the role of a counter-character playing against Spock, while Kirk became the reasonable middle-man between the two, and so was born the legendary trio.

By Charles Austin Miller, Investigative Journalist and Publisher.

Found at Quora:

#space opera #space western #star trek #star trek the original series #jeffrey hunter #william shatner #christopher pike #james t. kirk #star trek tos #60s sci fi #60s tv series #60s tv shows #desilu studios #gene roddenberry

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cozyforjate · 10 months

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The Spapel scene we got in this episode was so good!

Spoilers ahead!

Don't read if you haven't watched the episode yet.

Spock and Chapel are HOT!

The way they flirt with each other?

The dialog? “Mr. Spock am i boring you? “Decidedly NOT”

The way they look at each other?

And that wink in the end??

I was like “Get a room you two!”

Christine is being Christine… She is afraid of commitment, she is afraid of getting hurt in the end. So she just wants to see where this is going first before she can ever call this “a relationship”

Spock on the other hand is ALL IN! He’s ready to announce to everyone that they’re together but will respect Christine’s choice. Spock is basically saying “Your move” to Christine. If she wants to take things slow, then they’re gonna take things slow.

Spock seems pretty sad when Christine says “A messy metaphor. Just like whatever this is.”

Christine picks up on his body language and wants to explain her point in better words. She lets him know that she’s afraid of putting a label on their relationship, making it official, only to lose it…

“Our quantum cat might dissapear”… Now Spock is afraid of it too! He doesn’t want to lose Christine, he wants them to work.

“I'd just as soon let it live, see how big it grows” There’s hope in her eyes which reflects on Spock’s eyes. She wants them to work too!

Kirk assumes Uhura was the one distracting Spock but i think he was already distracted before Uhura interrupted them. And no i don’t mean the relationship talk. Christine winking at Spock and then saying “Your move” was the ultimate distraction! She said it in such a way that for a second i thought i heard “How about you take me to bed NOW”.

Can we please get BTS videos of Ethan Peck and Jess Bush pretending to play 3D chess in the background?

#These 2 kids are gonna kill me #Can’t believe i wrote this long about one single scene #i blame it on the writers #they write spapel beautifully #cat is a metaphor for spapel’s relationship now #spapel #spock x chapel #spock and chapel #christine chapel #star trek strange new worlds #star trek snw #strange new worlds #spock #christine

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deepspacedukat · 1 year

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The Wizard And The Maid

Literally nobody asked for this, but my heart requires it. There’s hardly any Hemmer fanfiction, which imho is a heinous oversight that I’m here to correct. I couldn’t stop imagining this after S1E8 “The Elysian Kingdom,” so here we are.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

~*~

Hemmer (ST:SNW) x Reader

[A/N: Hemmer my sweet Aenar bb 💙]

Warnings: None, this is just fluff.

~*~

“I know him...but from where?”

The question from someone else’s mind came out of nowhere as Hemmer was thrown into the...well, he hesitated to call it the ‘dungeon,’ despite what the deluded crew members had insisted it should be called. It was just the transporter pad with metal bars around it.

And he wasn’t here alone.

The Lieutenant was familiar with the voice that had asked the question - very familiar. He should be. After all, she was his romantic partner.

“Ensign? Are you alright?” At his question, he felt a tinge of confusion from you.

“W-Who is this...‘Ensign’ you speak of, sir?”

Oh no. Whatever this madness was, it had clearly affected you, too. You’d forgotten who you were, but perhaps you hadn’t forgotten everything. You were clearly aware that you’d seen him somewhere before. Maybe he could use that to bring you back to yourself, somehow.

Taking a slow, careful step toward you, he took in what his senses reported of your condition. Everything seemed normal, except for your mental state and, oddly, your clothing. Everyone, including himself, had been put into bulky, heavy clothing, and you were no exception. What seemed to be a less ornate dress than the ones he’d already observed adorned your body. With a gentle murmur of your name, Hemmer offered you his hand.

Hesitation filled your countenance, but you did take his hand.

“I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else, sir. My name is Lucy. I’m a chambermaid to Queen Neve.”

You most certainly were not, but you seemed pretty convinced so Hemmer didn’t argue.

“...My apologies, Miss Lucy,” he said with the hint of a smile curling his lips. “If you’re the Queen’s maid, then may I ask why you’re in here?”

“She didn’t like the way I polished her scepter,” you said sounding ashamed. This was absolutely ludicrous. You were an accomplished science officer under the command of Mr. Spock. You shouldn’t be feeling ashamed over some fictional imaginings foisted onto you by whatever was doing this to the crew.

“What a ridiculous reason to punish someone,” he muttered. “Well, at least I know you’re not injured.”

“I appreciate your kindness, sir, but I’m afraid I don’t understand why my well-being would be of any consequence to a great wizard such as yourself.” Hemmer tilted his head curiously.

“What makes you think that I’m a wizard?”

“Well, only wizards wear robes of that style, sir, and the guards who put you in this cell were afraid of you. Who would such well-armed guards fear but a wizard?” Hemmer couldn’t help the little smile that spread across his mouth. You’d always been clever. The Doctor had called him a wizard, as had the crewmen who’d brought him here. “Judging by the way Pollux was behaving, you must be Caster. Sir.”

You felt intrigued and a little nervous as he stepped closer to you.

“Would you like to know a secret, Miss Lucy?” Hemmer asked in a conspiratorial near-whisper with a mischievous smile across his lips. You nodded your head, and he leaned in to whisper in your ear. A little shiver ran through you at his proximity, and although he was aware that he shouldn’t, he relished the reaction he was able to elicit from you. “Caster is not my real name. It’s Hemmer.”

You turned your head and he could feel the wonder in your expression.

“The only other person who knows is King Ridley,” he confided. “You mustn’t tell anyone. Promise?”

“I swear on my life, sir,” you breathed, but Hemmer was still able to detect the slight fear in your voice. That definitely wasn’t what he was going for. Pulling back a little, Hemmer lifted your hand to his lips and laid it carefully over his chest.

“You have nothing to fear from me. I have no desire to harm you. You’re safe with me, I give you my word,” he murmured in the most soothing tone he could manage. Slowly but surely, Hemmer felt the tension melt out of you only to be replaced by curiosity. You’d just begun to open your mouth to speak when the guards returned with a new batch of prisoners.

“Unhand me, you–” Hemmer recognized that voice. Captain Pike. The guard he’d begun to give orders to glared at him, and the Captain changed his tune rather quickly with a nervous laugh. “–Y-You wonderfully skilled soldier! Yes, you are quite strong, aren’t you?”

Well, that wasn’t like the Captain.

The guard tossed him unceremoniously inside with a flick of her cape, and the rest of the guards shoved their charges inside as well. The Doctor, the Captain, and Ortegas were all stuck there with him, and only two of them were of sound mind. Hemmer brought your hand to his lips and excused himself before moving to speak with Doctor M’Benga.

Despite the rest of the crew being affected by...whatever this was, apparently the Doctor and he were the only ones who hadn’t been mentally altered. The two of them came up with a plan: get to Engineering and use the ship’s scanners to find out what sort of entity was doing this to the Enterprise and its crew.

Now all they had to do was get out of this makeshift prison, but who said he couldn’t have a little fun with it?

“You should be kneeling, maid. Don’t you know you’re in the presence of royalty?” The Captain’s hissed reprimand to you made you drop to your knees.

That simply wouldn’t do. Moving to your side, Hemmer knelt in front of you.

“Miss Lucy, if we are to escape the dungeon, I shall require your assistance,” Hemmer murmured, and he could feel surprise in your expression as you looked at him.

“I’d be happy to, sir, but how could I help? I’m not a wizard.”

“Perhaps not,” he said as he helped you to your feet once more and kept your hands clasped lightly in his, “but you are the only one who can help me. This is a special kind of magic called science. May I have your assistance?”

“Of course, sir,” you replied with a determined look. Brave girl. No, this wasn’t strictly necessary, but when would he get another chance to impress you with wizard powers? Even if you didn’t remember this afterward, it would make a good story for him to tell you someday. Hemmer smiled and led you over to the locked cell door, pulling out a laser cutter. “What do I need to do?”

“Hold my hand,” he said offering you said appendage. “Now, close those lovely eyes of yours and imagine the door open. Doctor, what is something a human magician would say?”

“Abracadabra.”

“‘Abracadabra’...I like it,” he mused quietly. “Everyone else, close your eyes too. Otherwise this will blind you.”

“What about you?” The Captain asked as everyone did as he requested.

“I am a wizard!” Hemmer exclaimed as he sensed you close your eyes. Now for his fun. With his telepathy, he sensed that you were imagining what he’d instructed. He took a slow breath and projected his senses into your mind so that you could perceive things the way he did. A quiet gasp from you was drowned out by the engineer turning on the laser tool and beginning to cut through the thick lock. Amazement poured from your mind into his as you quite literally saw things as he did - through his antennae and telepathy. He’d done that with you once before, and you’d reacted the same way. He supposed that to a species without telepathic abilities, what he did on any given day must resemble the sorcery he was supposed to possess at the moment.

As soon as the door swung open, he turned the cutter off and released his hold on your mind. Your hands were shaking as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. Pike and the rest filtered out of the cell with varied reactions to his ‘magic’ but you remained stationary beside him.

“That...felt familiar,” you breathed, and a glimmer of hope surged through the Aenar’s mind. “It was as though I had done something like that before...or perhaps dreamed it.”

“You have. Do you remember me now?” Hemmer asked as he cupped your cheeks softly in his hands. You shook your head, but he’d found a crack in whatever this thing was that was holding your mind hostage. “I–”

“Hemmer, we need to move,” the Doctor called, and he sighed.

“Coming, Doctor,” he answered, but he turned back to you and kissed your forehead. “Stay close to me. I will do everything I can to protect you...and to help restore your memory.”

Several hours later, Hemmer awoke in a set of quarters he didn’t quite recognize. Shaking his head slowly, he noted that he had a rather severe headache and that his memory was surprisingly blank for...for...a few hours, perhaps? What had happened? Where was he?

Something shifted beside him on the bed that had been lying atop, and he felt a familiar mind - yours. Beyond the same disorientation he was experiencing, you, thankfully, didn’t seem to be injured.

“Are you alright?” Hemmer cringed at how rough his voice sounded and felt. Had he swallowed sand at some point?

“I think so,” you replied sounding just as out of it as he did. “I had the strangest dream, Hem. You were some kind of wizard, I think.”

That rang a bell for him rather vaguely.

“How odd. I believe I had the same dream,” he murmured as he helped you to your feet. “Sweetheart, why do I feel like saying ‘abracadabra?’”

#deepspacedukat fic #hemmer #hemmer x reader #lt hemmer #fluff #snw s1e8 spoilers

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indeedcaptain · 6 months

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Regulatory Relations, chapter 4: The Fiance

The length of this is going to spiral wildly out of my control but I think that's allowed. It's also going to be way longer than 12 chapters and potentially have a plot beyond Will They Kiss?, so that's fun bahaha

Also posted on AO3 here!

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When Kirk arrived, the mess hall was already crowded: he saw his alpha shift crewmates scavenging for breakfast and the recently relieved late night crew replicating post-work dinner before they headed to sleep. He scanned the assemblage of different departments, ranks, and groups, and thought, Perfect. This public forum was the ideal opportunity to kick-start their plan and also Enterprise’s unstoppable, 24-7-365 gossip train. Spock was already seated at their usual two-top in the corner, a plate of fruit and grain in front of him, with his concentration focused on a padd.

Kirk squared his shoulders and waded through his crew, smiling and greeting those who weren’t too focused on their meals to look up, making sure that his presence was known. Then he headed to the replicators to get his own meal and, in a stroke of what he might call genius, ordered a cup of Spock’s preferred tea as well. He loaded his meal onto a tray and turned to head back across the hall to his table. Maybe he would announce his arrival by grasping Spock’s shoulder, and start things off slow. That wasn’t out of the ordinary for him. But before he could weave his way through the crowd again, however, there was a warm hand against the small of his back and the tray was gently but inexorably pulled from his grasp.

“Allow me,” Spock said, and he left his hand where it was until he was forced to break contact to wend through the tables. Kirk allowed him to steer them through the mingling crewmembers, and he thought he heard at least one whisper break out behind him as Spock removed his hand from his back. Spock placed his tray in his customary spot and requisitioned the tea.

“Well done already, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said, surprised and impressed. “You know, I wasn’t sure if you had it in you.”

“I have spent my whole life in the company of at least one human being, captain. I do understand their rituals, however illogical they may be.”

“I’m telling Bones you said that next time you make him explain something to you,” he said, and dug into his breakfast. As Spock returned his attention to whatever he was reading on his padd, tea held aloft in one hand, Kirk kicked his feet forward, crossed beneath the table, to brush against Spock’s ankles. Spock raised one eyebrow, but did not look up from his padd.

“Good morning, captain,” Yeoman Rand said as she passed, her blonde beehive bobbing through the air. “Commander.” Kirk did not miss her quick appraisal of his encroachment into Spock’s space beneath the table, and he left his feet where they were.

“Good morning, yeoman,” Kirk said, smiling, and Spock nodded politely. She continued on her way to a table of other crew.

“She just turned to look back at us,” Spock said quietly, looking over Kirk’s shoulder. Kirk resisted the urge to turn as well.

“That’s great,” he said. “Uhura informed me once that she was a notorious gossip. I’m hoping that’s still true. What are you reading, anyway?”

The rest of their mealtime passed as Spock explained the intricacies of quantum--- or perhaps it was nonlinear--- physics, or maybe it was geometry. Kirk’s engineering abilities were far more applicable to the physical and technical, rather than the theoretical, but the way Spock explained the nature of the research question was more intuitive than he would have expected. When the bosun whistle of shift change rang out, Kirk loaded both his dishes and Spock’s onto his tray and bussed them to the recycler. Spock waited for him by the door and, not to be outdone, Kirk steered him out into the hallway with a hand to the shoulder blade. Spock radiated heat, even through the thick fabric of his science shirt. As the turbodoor slid shut behind them, he thought he heard a susurrus of curious whispers wash over the mess hall.

In the turbolift, on their way to the bridge, he bounced on the balls of his feet and said, “I think that went well, as a starting step.”

“Do you think that will be sufficient?”

Kirk laughed. “Absolutely not, Mr. Spock. One showing in the mess does not a relationship make, and unfortunately our reputations precede us. I think convincing the crew will be a layering, rather than a step-by-step process.”

“I see,” Spock said. The turbolift opened.

“Captain on the bridge,” Sulu called. As Spock broke away to claim his seat from his relief, Kirk squeezed his elbow, and he noticed as Uhura turned away from them with a smile. He settled into the captain’s chair and absorbed the hum of activity around him as alpha shift swept into full swing. They were en route to Starbase 27, out on the edges of Federation space, before venturing out into unclaimed territory. There were some distant mining colonies they had been instructed to check on, provide inoculations and resources where necessary, before they would be on their own to pursue first contact with warp-capable societies and study from afar those who weren’t ready for interstellar connection yet. Spock and his scientists would be delighted.

Kirk signed resource allotments and allocations until he heard Uhura make a tiny ‘tch’ of dislike in the back of her throat. He spun to look at her as she thrust a padd in his direction.

“Message from April for you, sir,” she said, and the little frown on her face told him all he needed to know. He tapped the padd open. The subject line of the message read ‘SPOCK?’ He thought he could guess where this was going. He opened the message.

Cpt. Kirk:

Hope you’re well. Pls send an update on Spock’s decision. Pls also inform him that I will come talk to him myself soon. Expect to pick up on SB27.

Adm. April

Kirk smothered a grin as he typed back:

Adm. April:

I’m working on it. Looking forward to rendezvous in 10 days. Will report any updates as they occur.

Cpt. Kirk

He stood and leaned over the bannister between his chair and the science station to tap Spock on the shoulder. Spock turned immediately, and Kirk handed him the padd with the messages. Spock scanned them, and the corners of his mouth turned down in the slightest hint of a frown.

“I didn’t tell him what I was working on,” Kirk said.

“Your powers of subterfuge are unmatched, captain,” Spock said drily, and Kirk laughed before reclaiming his seat.

The next few hours passed in a pleasant buzz of productivity and the white-line blur of stars passing by the viewscreen. Halfway through, Spock departed to attend to his duties in the laboratories, and passed by Kirk’s chair with one hand dropping lightly onto his shoulder in his wake. In front of him, he saw Sulu give Chekov some significant look, and he smothered a self-satisfied smile. Step one was already garnering the response he had wanted. He hoped the next few days would go just as smoothly.

☆☆☆

An hour before the end of his shift, Kirk received a ping on his padd from Lt. Commander Giotto, requesting a meeting. He sent back a confirmation and stood, stretching the post-lunch stiffness from his back.

“Sulu, you have the conn. I’m off to meet with security,” he said, and Sulu saluted as he departed. He took the turbolift down to Giotto’s office, nodding at the crew that he passed, until he stood at the turbodoor.

Kirk rang the bell, and the door swished open. Giotto’s office was, as always, somewhat akin to a crime scene after an explosive detonation. As head of security on the Starfleet flagship and chief mediator for on-ship disputes, he had his hands full: the Enterprise, on its five-year deep space exploration adventure, had both more dangerous away missions and more interpersonal drama than most ships. His desk was littered with padds labeled with different colored sticky notes according to some elaborate legend stuck to the wall, broken phasers and communicators were piled in the corners, and he had an impressive collection of indigenous weapons that he had compiled through his years as an officer labeled by quadrant, solar system, planet, and species. Giotto himself was halfway in the storage closet in the back of the room, digging around for something and mumbling to himself. As Kirk entered, the broad-shouldered man pulled himself from the closet and saluted.

“At ease, Giotto,” Kirk said, smiling, and perched himself on the arm of the least cluttered chair in the office, in front of the desk. “What can I do for you?”

“Thanks for coming, captain,” Giotto said, and slid himself into the chair behind the desk despite the presence of multiple uniform shirts in varying states of shredded draped over it. “I wanted to talk to you, and potentially First Officer Spock, about a weakness I’ve noticed in the security team.”

Kirk pressed his lips together to prevent himself from frowning outright. The security team had taken a beating--- a few beatings in a row, if he was being honest--- from various unfriendly planets recently. The casualty rate, while in the acceptable range for an exploratory vessel, was higher than Kirk liked, and he felt every death like it was his own responsibility. He was the one who signed off on those awful letters to their families, anyway.

“I’m listening,” Kirk said.

“I don’t like that we’re so reliant on technology for protection,” Giotto said. He pushed away from his desk and pulled a bin of broken tech from beneath it. He started lifting phasers out and reading the labels he’d tied to them. “This one stopped working because of an ion storm. This one refused to fire because of the makeup of the atmosphere. This one was melted on the inside by those telepaths on Narlen II. And these are just the weapons. The comms break down even more, and when they’re our only link back to the teleporter, we lose people more frequently than I’d like. Scotty’s been tinkering with them, but we haven’t been able to make any serious improvements yet.”

“I agree. I assume you bring this up because you have an idea for how to improve it, commander?

“I do, captain. That’s where you, and Mr. Spock, if he’s amenable, come in.” Giotto dumped the comms and phasers back into the bin, which Kirk could now see was labeled with a rather unprofessional sticky note. He ignored it. Giotto had earned the right to organize his office however he saw fit, many times over.

“I’ve seen you and the commander sparring in the gym,” Giotto said. “Am I correct in thinking he’s been teaching you sus manna?”

Kirk heard Spock saying, “Suus Mahna” in his head, but he said aloud, “That’s right.”

“The Academy doesn’t teach as much hand-to-hand as they used to, ever since they rolled out the new phasers as standard, and I’m afraid these kids are lacking. They’re expert marksmen, great shots all of them, but when the blasted thing doesn’t work… I thought it might be valuable to ask Mr. Spock and yourself to teach them the basics, get them thinking about combat differently. Especially as we head back out of Federation space.” Giotto folded his hands in front of him, waiting.

Immediately Kirk could feel the validity of the idea. He turned it over in his mind, considering the last few away missions he had been on. Proficiency in hand-to-hand combat wouldn’t have solved all of their problems, but it certainly would have helped. He had yet to find himself in a situation where more skills would be a detriment, especially defensive skills.

“I like it, commander,” he said, and Giotto nodded firmly. “I think it’s a good idea.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I’ll talk to Mr. Spock about a demonstration, maybe 1900 hours tonight, and then you and your team can figure out a schedule for training. Just talk to Rand about my schedule if you need to.”

“Yes, sir. Right away.” Giotto saluted again, the consummate professional, and Kirk nodded before turning to go. At the door, though, he hesitated and turned back to his head of security. In the harsh fluorescent lights of his office, the broken line of Giotto’s nose and both the wrinkles and the scars on his skin were thrown into harsh relief. He had lost as much as Kirk had over the past few months, and probably more. The security they had lost had been Kirk’s crew, and his responsibility as captain, but they had been Giotto’s officers.

“You’re a good chief, Sal,” Kirk said quietly. “You’re doing a great job. Thank you.”

Giotto straightened. “Thank you, captain. But we can always be better.”

Kirk nodded, and left.

☆☆☆

Spock’s laboratories were ensconced deep in the belly of the Enterprise, with nearly an entire deck dedicated to the pursuit of science. He technically had an office down there, as was his right as science officer, but he was very rarely in it. He was more likely to be found with his hands in whatever experiment his little cadre of mad scientists had cooked up. That was precisely where Kirk found him after leaving Giotto’s office.

Spock was bent over a computer console, reading something on the screen over the shoulder of one of his favorite scientists: a dark-haired human woman from the Indian subcontinent, whose brusque demeanor and passion for gravitational anomalies matched Spock’s own. Dr. Khan, no relation to the other Khan, was gesturing emphatically at the screen, and Spock’s eyes were following wherever she pointed. Kirk watched them through the clear panel in the turbodoor fondly for a moment. He liked Dr. Khan, enjoyed her dry sense of humor and straightforward conversation style, and he sometimes wondered if Spock ever thought the same.

Well. If he did, Kirk was sure that they could come to some sort of marital agreement about it. He thought that Dr. Khan would understand the logic of the situation. He pressed the button that indicated his presence and watched with amusement as Khan startled and Spock straightened like he’d been jabbed with a hypo. Spock turned, eyes meeting his through the door, and Kirk entered at the incline of his head.

“Good evening,” he said. “What have we got going on today?”

“Shifting gravitational pull while at warp,” they said in unison, and Khan smirked. She continued, “I noticed unusual measurements coming from a few of the shield plates yesterday, and wrote an algorithm to look for a pattern over time. We were just reviewing what I’ve found.”

“Anything of interest?” Kirk asked, and approached to peer at the screen. He recognized the report, having reviewed something similar with Scotty many times, but didn’t see anything that struck him as out of the ordinary.

“Not yet,” Khan said. “But there’s always tomorrow.” She shut down the computer program and stood from the chair, twisting her back to stretch it. “Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Spock. Good night, captain.”

“Good night,” Kirk said, and Khan smiled at them both as she left. “Spock, I just had an interesting conversation with Giotto.” He explained the crux of the matter as Spock listened, head cocked slightly to one side.

“An eminently logical idea, captain,” Spock said, and cleared off the desk that he had been working at. “I admit that I too do not believe the Academy to be adequately preparing the security officers for all possible scenarios.” Spock ordered the lights off and closed the laboratory behind them as they walked back down the hallway to the turbolift. “I would return first to my cabin to change and meditate, but I will meet you at the gymnasium for this demonstration.”

They passed a small pack of scientists chatting by the small replicator in the wall, including Dr. Khan, and Spock nodded at them as they broke off their conversation to greet their supervisor. Their easy banter floated down the hallway as Kirk and Spock continued to the turbolift. When they were a ways from the scientists but still well within their sight, Kirk rested his hand on Spock’s mid-back for a moment as they walked.

“Did you plan a hand-to-hand demonstration solely to further our mission, captain?” Spock asked quietly. Kirk laughed.

“No, but it does seem wonderfully convenient, doesn’t it?”

“Quite useful, sir,” Spock said, and stepped away from Kirk’s hand as the turbolift arrived.

☆☆☆

Kirk stood in his red workout pants in front of Giotto and a small group of security officers, listening as Spock explained the basic mechanics of Suus Mahna. “It is primarily a defensive art,” Spock started, and Kirk recognized the exact explanation that Spock had given him when he had started to learn. He tuned out the lecture in favor of reviewing what he knew of the sec team that Giotto had brought.

A pair of young-ish human twins, ensign rank, who went by One and Two, though he had never seen them separately and therefore did not know which was which; an older Andorian man named Crovath who was closer to Giotto’s age than the ensigns and who had been serving on the Enterprise by the time Kirk himself transferred on; and one Orion woman named Laila, the first Orion that Kirk knew of in Starfleet. The reasoning behind Giotto’s choices were unclear; or, if he had simply asked for volunteers, Kirk wasn’t sure why these four were the ones who turned up. But better four random individuals than no one at all.

“Captain Kirk and I will demonstrate how Suus Mahna can be used to protect oneself in an altercation, as well as provide opportunities for neutralization when necessary. Captain, if you would?”

Kirk stepped forward and faced Spock. Spock wore the same red leggings he did, but with a Vulcan-style red tunic, tied at the waist, over them. He could see the dark curls of Spock’s chest hair and remembered again, in an abstract sort of way, that Spock was going to be married to him in the very near future. Did that make Spock, technically, his fiance?

Spock raised an eyebrow and Kirk realized that was his cue. He bounced on the balls of his feet. He’d had the training, been through a thousand different combat courses, and had trained with Spock for years, but at heart, he was a barnyard brawler from Iowa and always would be. He swung.

Spock stepped neatly out of his way, not even bothering to unclasp his hands from behind his back. He raised his eyebrow in a way that said that he was unimpressed. Kirk struck again, faster, with less of an arc. Spock dodged, unclasping his hands to bring them up in a defensive posture by his chest. Kirk swung again, towards Spock’s center of gravity, where it would be harder to dodge, but Spock was lightning on his feet and twisted entirely out of the way. He circled Kirk. It forced him to turn, putting him on the defensive. Spock struck a hand towards the back of his neck. Kirk ducked under it, spinning to face him, and got his feet under him enough to kick out towards him. Spock dodged forward. He struck the back of Kirk’s knee with the blade of his hand, forcing it to bend. As Kirk fought to rebalance, calf tingling unpleasantly with the force of Spock’s blow, Spock swept up behind him.

Kirk brought his hands up, but it was too late. Spock had him in a headlock. Kirk struggled against the unyielding iron cage of Spock’s arms to no avail. Spock said, to the assembled crew, “From this position, you could incapacitate your assailant however necessary.” He released his left arm from the lock, keeping one around Kirk’s neck, pressing his back to Spock’s chest. The bastard wasn’t even breathing hard.

“I might use the pinch here,” he said, and tapped two fingers of his free hand against the crook of Kirk’s neck. “Or remove the ability to breath until he was no longer conscious,” he continued, and re-locked his arms. Kirk tried not to squirm. He didn’t mind losing to Spock, but there wasn’t usually an audience for it. He also didn’t frequently think about the height difference between him and Spock, but held like this he could feel the sharp edge of Spock’s jaw against the side of his head.

Spock released him. “Again,” he said. Jim swung his arms, limbering up, and struck again. His mind slowed as his heartbeat increased, until his conscious brain had gotten out of his way. There was no longer a translation period between his impulses and his actions; he read Spock’s movements as Spock acted, written in fast-twitch muscle fiber, and forced him backwards. They traded blow for blow. After years of sparring together, Spock’s style was as familiar to Kirk as choreography. Though Spock’s strength and reach were superior, Kirk had one advantage: the capacity for illogical thinking, and therefore unpredictability.

He faked a stumble, and Spock swept inward again to take advantage. His weight firmly on one foot, he hooked one leg around Spock’s as soon as he was close enough and used his momentum against him. They tumbled to the ground in a graceless pile.

Kirk landed, by some luck, on top. For a second, he thought that he had won, as he scrambled to his knees. But Spock got one foot against his hip and shoved upward, flipping him onto his back. The air in his lungs exited hastily. He wheezed. Spock rolled over him, kneeling on one leg as he applied his considerable weight to Kirk’s sternum via the other.

For a second, he flipped through different options for recovering his advantage. But his ribs hurt, and though he was a glutton for punishment this was intended to be an educational demonstration, not a cage match. He tapped Spock’s thigh twice.

Spock stood and, after a split-second’s hesitation, reached down. Kirk gratefully gripped his forearm and let Spock pull him to his feet. Giotto, and then the stunned security complement, and a handful of officers who had wandered over from the other areas of the gym, appreciatively applauded. Kirk took a theatrical bow as Spock turned to him and said, “Are you unharmed, captain?”

“Right as rain,” he said, and grinned at Spock before turning to talk to Giotto. “Did you get what you were looking for?”

“Definitely, captain,” Giotto said appreciatively. “I was right --- I think this might be an untapped resource for us. I’ll talk to Rand about setting something up regularly. Mr. Spock, would you care to participate?”

Spock was silent for a moment, and Kirk turned to him. “Spock, don’t leave the poor security team to just my instruction. They could benefit from your expertise.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, captain,” Spock said, but his eyes were warm with disguised mirth when they met Kirk’s. With a jolt, Kirk realized he had been set up and baited like a fish, and he had walked right into publicly praising Spock. “I will assist. I will instruct the team in Suus Mahna and you can instruct in winning a bar fight.”

“Hey,” Kirk complained, but he clapped his hands together. “Thanks, Giotto. We’ll look forward to it.”

“Thank you, captain,” Giotto said. “And commander.” He nodded to them both, eyes flicking between them, and rejoined the security team. Kirk reclaimed his abandoned water bottle, sweat towel, and t-shirt, and walked with Spock back to their quarters.

“See you in the morning for breakfast?” Kirk asked.

“Yes, captain,” Spock said, and turned to disengage his door lock.

“What did you call me?” Kirk sing-songed as he backed away to his own door. Spock looked up at him and frowned slightly.

“Cap…? Ah. Yes.”

“Goodnight, Spock,” Kirk said.

“Goodnight… Jim.” His name echoed down the hallway, and Kirk grinned before releasing his own door lock and stepping inside. He dropped his dirty clothes into the recycler and sat down at his desk to review his padd messages while Spock used the shared bathroom. Admiral April had simply sent a ‘received’ response to his earlier message about Spock, and he had some unread Starfleet-wide missives. All of it could wait.

When he heard only silence from the bathroom, he performed his own ablutions and slid into bed. He was pleasantly tired from sparring, even after only going two rounds, and they had another uneventful day of feeding the gossip machine ahead of them tomorrow.

He closed his eyes and slept.

#spirk #spock #kirk #my writing #k/s fan fic #kirk/spock fan fic #fake married #regulatory relations #spirk fan fic

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thesconesyard · 9 months

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Yeehaw! No apologies for this bit of a weird entry lol

When the Cactus Blooms

4. Hold Your Horses

“Keenser lad! Are ye coming to help?”

Montgomery Scott looked over to see the shorter man making his way towards him.

Keenser gave a nod. He never said much of anything to anyone.

“That’ll be good. Miss Christine and the good doctor headed to town. An extra set of hands is always helpful.”

In the east pasture, Jim, Spock, Sulu and Chekov had already gotten almost everything set up.

“Hey Keenser!” Jim called. “Wanna do the honors?” He gestured down at the logs they had gotten ready for the fire.

“Got everything?” Scotty asked, as Keenser bent down to get the fire started.

“Everything but them,” Jim grinned. He pointed down the pasture at the cattle grazing. “You and Spock want to start herding the ones we need this way?”

“Sure thing Jim,” Scotty said, swinging up into the saddle of one of the nearby horses.

“We will be back soon,” Spock said, mounting his own horse.

It was after lunch before Jim decided the fire was hot enough for the brands. Scotty helped Sulu bring the first animal over. Chekov was quick with the rope around the legs as they got it over and Jim and Spock were ready to help lay it down.

Scotty took Jim’s spot while the ranch owner moved over to the fire to get the branding iron. The calf beneath them was trying to squirm.

“Easy there,” Scotty said.

“Quiet,” Spock told animal.

Scotty looked over and raised an eyebrow. Spock had his hand on the calf’s head and was leaning low over its ear. He could see Spock’s mouth moving, but the other man was speaking too quietly to be heard.

“Get ready,” Jim said, walking back with the iron.

With everyone in position around the calf, holding it still, Jim touched the brand to its flank. The calf made a loud cry and squirmed, but suddenly the sound stopped and the animal stilled. Scotty looked up sharply in surprise.

Jim was concentrating on holding the brand just long enough, but Scotty met Sulu’s eyes, which were as surprised as his own. Together both men looked over at Spock, half expecting him to decree the animal had died of shock.

Instead, Spock was still leaning over the animal’s ear, whispering into it, hand still on its head.

“There we are,” Jim announced, lifting the brand from the calf’s flank.

Carefully Scotty and Sulu let go and moved back. Jim was watching Spock with a soft smile on his face. Chekov freed the rope. After another moment Spock released his hold on the animal. Instead of jumping to its feet and running off as Scotty expected, it got to its feet, nudged Spock once and trotted back to the rest of the herd.

Scotty looked back at Sulu, then over to Chekov and Keenser, before coming back to Jim and finally Spock.

“What… what was that?” he finally asked. He noticed Sulu and Chekov keenly nodding their heads in agreement with his question.

“I simply offered comfort,” Spock said.

“But-but how?” Sulu asked, still surprised. “I’ve never done a branding where the animal wasn’t crying out.”

“I explained what we were doing and why.” Spock seemed to give a small shrug of his shoulders.

“You can talk to the cattle?!” Chekov exclaimed.

“We can all talk to them, Mr. Chekov,” Spock said, brow beginning to rise.

Chekov colored.

“He thinks ye’re talking their language,” Scotty said with a nervous chuckle.

“It’s just his natural animal magnetism,” Jim grinned.

“Well, it’s going to make an easy day, that’s for sure,” Sulu said.

#yeehawgust #day 4 hold your horses #star trek #montgomery scott #Keenser #james t kirk #spock #hikaru sulu #pavel chekov #cattle branding #yes I made spock the cattle whisperer #no regrets #when the cactus blooms

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twofrontteethstillcrooked · 1 year

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Destiel Month, 6 Nov.: Trip

"Oh?" Dean wiggled closer. "Where would you like to go?"

deancas, established relationship, nsfw-ish

"I was thinking," Cas said.

Dean opened one eye to look at him. Cas, or at least his soft hair, looked improbably tidy. Only a little flush on his rough throat remained. On the other hand, to Dean's great delight, Cas like Dean was still incredibly naked.

"Angelic post-coitus musings – sounds like a Penthouse column." Dean grinned lazily as he stretched long-ways down the mattress and wiggled his toes.

"I–" Cas closed his mouth and started again. "I was going to say I wouldn't call it that, but you're well aware I would not write a column for that publication."

Dean poked his leg with his big toe. "Don't let the naysayers get ya down. Dream big, buddy." He yawned and stretched some more.

Cas rolled onto his side, facing Dean and wearing a patient-but-not-that-patient expression. "Are you going to go to sleep?"

Dean moved a little closer and hooked his foot around Cas's ankle. "You just fucked my brains out, man, you gotta give me time to recoup."

"On average your refractory period is approximately 23 minutes." Cas pushed a lock of hair off of Dean's forehead. "And it's been about 15 minutes already."

"Okay, Mr. Spock, first of all, this isn't a sprint, it's a marathon. Secondly, you don't need to pay that much attention to the clock–"

"Oh, I'm not." Cas shrugged. "There doesn't seem to be a clock in here. Our phones notwithstanding."

He glanced over at the window. On the way into the cabin they'd thrown down their keys, phones, and bags in that general vicinity. They themselves had landed directly on the one well appointed bed. Their clothes were…everywhere.

Dean reached out and snagged the undershirt that was festooning the corner of the headboard and let it fall on the floor. "You're just, what? Able to keep – and remember, I guess – time, these particular times, by yourself? That an angel thing?"

Cas propped himself up on one arm. "Hmm. I oversaw a lot of celestial projects over the years. They often took a very long time to complete. Proper timekeeping was essential."

"You know having sex isn't the same kind of thing, right? Like there's no boss standing around with a clipboard checking off ticky boxes. Although that might be kinda interesting." Dean waggled his eyebrow and was gratified that Cas smiled in response. "All right. What were you thinking?"

"We should take a trip somewhere."

Cas traced something on Dean's shoulder with a fingertip; Dean shivered to guess it was probably the ghostly outline of Cas's former handprint.

"We're technically already doing that." Dean let his hand curl around Cas's hipbone and marveled again at how good it felt to do so. "And we're even staying in a slightly more upscale accommodation than usual. Behold! We're in a cabin, but the bedside lamp is not shaped like a whiskey barrel. Pretty classy."

Cas shook his head with what Dean felt confident was genuine fondness for him. "I meant a vacation devoid of potential dragons."

"Oh?" Dean wiggled closer. "Where would you like to go?"

"You're always talking about the beach."

"Oh hell yeah." Dean got lost in the ocean blue of Cas's eyes for a second. Then he remembered: "It's November."

"The US has a whole southern coast, doesn't it?" Cas squinted. "Not to mention all the other parts of the world that aren't going into wintertime, or even if they are, it's warm there year round." He must've felt Dean's hesitation. "We don't have to go the second we return to the bunker."

"No, no, you're right."

Dean started to imagine a long swath of white sand warmed by sunlight, and water clear as glass rippling in a tropical breeze. Fruity, frosty drinks and hot, lazy afternoons. The sea turned to flame at sunset. A beautiful resort room where he could lay Cas out and take him apart slowly, taste every inch of tanned, salty skin, render him helpless with pleasure.

Cas's eyes had been tracking Dean's and growing darker.

"We'll do some research when we get home, figure out a time and destination," Dean murmured against Cas's mouth, as the flat of Cas's hand began to wander down his chest. "How many minutes we at?"

"Twenty," Cas said, already sounding a little out of breath.

"Ahead of schedule then," Dean said, rolling onto his back as Cas rose up over him.

Planning for a trip could be half the fun. Practicing for a trip, even nicer.

#destielmonth22 #deancas #destiel #spn #snippetfic #fic #destielmonth

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lonesomedreamer · 4 months

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SNW Liveblog: “Charades”

In which Ethan Peck gets to have some fun, the writers also prove they know nothing about Vulcans, and the last fifteen minutes redeems the whole episode.

What exactly is “sub-impulse speed”?

God dammit.

The fellowship only lasts for two months? What’s even the point?

I hate to complain about a female character working out on-screen—life in space would definitely necessitate some kind of exercise regime! For everyone!—but at what point in her TOS appearances did Christine Chapel strike these writers as the type of girl who spent a lot of time beating on the Enterprise’s punching bag? Maybe if we hadn’t just seen La’an in this exact same scene two episodes ago…

This…this outfit is almost mod! Earrings and all! I’m shocked. Give it some color and you’d be onto something.

In fact, all three girls (La’an, Christine, and Ortegas) are wearing black here. Why do SNW the costume designers HATE fun?

“Oh, things are kind of weird between them.” I don’t use this word lightly, but between her being mean to Spock for no reason last week and now casually betraying her friend’s confidence like this with a little smirk (while Christine is visibly uncomfortable): Ortegas is just a bitch.

Do Vulcans consider their emotions to be “suppressed”? And would M’Benga, Vulcan expert or not, really be able to teach the native Vulcan how to better control his emotions (when he’s been learning that his whole life)??? Do they ever think before writing, or…?

Or: canon only matters when the SNW writers want it to.

“My mother felt this would be best.” A lot of Vulcans on this show throw that verb around awfully lightly. It’s almost like the writers don’t understand Vulcans.

If T’Pring’s mother doesn’t approve, why were they ever engaged in the first place? (I know that this show’s never going to acknowledge that they were betrothed as kids for an arranged marriage. But that’s the canon.)

Bitch, please.

A sweet reversal of her sneaking a glance at him in the Turbolift earlier.

Them.

Spock, please don’t look at your girlfriend when you’re supposed to be steering the shuttle away from the “rupture in space-time”.

Oh, his hair is so much better this way.

Why is everyone calling Uhura “Nyota” all of a sudden? I get that she’s just an ensign, but it’s weird.

This sounds like a casual phone call rather than the first contact between the Federation and an unknown species. Up the professionalism a few notches, Pike.

He does not.

“Mixed instructions? You don’t mean Spock.” I’m no scientist, but it’s obvious they’re talking about his DNA—keep up, Mr. Starship Captain!

“Uhura, get ‘em back.” Maybe if Pike hadn’t stumbled over his words and had gotten straight to the damn point, this wouldn’t be a problem! Kirk and Picard would both have said, “Excuse me, but the way you ‘fixed’ my science officer was not correct” rather than mumbling and stuttering until the call cut off.

He is adorable. You can pry human!Ethan!Spock out of my cold, dead hands.

“My fiancee’s mother? She hates me.” My fiancee? She hates me. Fixed that for you!

“I’ve already spoken to T’Pring and to your family.” That is really crossing a line! Kirk—Spock’s undisputed best friend of all time/brother/soulmate/true love (however you see them)—didn’t know about T’Pring or even that the Vulcan ambassador and his wife who were coming aboard were Spock’s parents until he met them on the Enterprise. But Pike is just casually contacting Sarek, Amanda, and T’Pring without consulting Spock first?! It’s not like he’s in a coma! He could easily have waited and let Spock tell his family himself. Accidents happen in Starfleet all the time. It’s a dangerous job.

Spock always seems to be played by men with the best smiles. ♥

Not Spock drinking alcohol and eating meat! He’s going to feel awful about that when his genetic code is “fixed”! (His dietary habits are cultural, not biological—why would he want to change them with or without his Vulcan DNA?)

If this was a TOS episode, Bridge crew would still be working on getting back in touch with the aliens who did this to Spock…but we have to show Spock enjoying some crispy bacon instead.

Again, I think control is a better choice of words.

“You just need to work on impulse control.” I don’t think taking his Vulcan DNA away would invalidate/negate his years of intensive mental training. He had to work extra hard as a mixed-race child to be a “real” Vulcan, so in theory he should still have access to about emotional control. If not, he should have been stripped of his memories of childhood and whatnot, too.

Spock’s sass is coming out so strongly in this script, which is great, but he should always be sassy! (“Gentlemen, I am in command of this vessel, and we shall continue on our present course…unless it is your intention to declare a mutiny.”)

I’m sure Christine enjoys seeing a more demonstrative version of the man she loves, BUT I hope they also show that she’s mourning the loss of the true Spock. She’s one of the few who really sees him for what he is—half Vulcan, half human, wholly himself.

To culminate his total lack of respect for Spock’s privacy/boundaries, Pike announces that his mom is on board in the middle of a busy hallway.

This Amanda is a babe (though there’s no way she’s old enough to be Ethan Peck’s mom).

I love this nod to the classic “Spock wearing a funny hat to hide his ears” trope.

Could they not get a costume to fit this actress? Not shaming her at all—I’m intimately familiar with the struggle of finding clothes that look flattering with a larger chest! But this ain’t it.

Why is Pike even still here? At this point, Amanda’s business is with her son. Pike can butt out.

“The engagement dinner has been moved several times due to your Starfleet schedule, a fact which they are not understanding about—” A few issues here: a) It seems, well, illogical that a family of Vulcans refuses to understand why Spock’s professional schedule would postpone personal obligations; b) this is the first time we’ve ever heard about this engagement dinner, 15 episodes into the season. That wouldn’t be an issue if (as in TOS) T’Pring had just been introduced—but she’s now been in numerous episodes including the pilot. Yet somehow this has never come up before?

Also, bold of this show to expect me to care that their engagement might get broken when they’ve already faked the audience out about that once and when I know T’Pring’s ultimately going to dump Spock anyway…

Incompetence.

So T’Pring’s family disapproves of Spock’s career (and we know from previous episodes that T’Pring isn’t thrilled about it, either), but they agree to hold this traditional and (apparently) super-important engagement dinner on the starship where Spock works?

I don’t think “Spock, you’re human” would be a human mother’s natural first reaction here. Idk. I know Amanda’s been on Vulcan a long time, but we know she’s still very warm, very human, and seeing her son so changed would have to be shocking/upsetting/concerning, right?

“I couldn’t even fool you.” That’s kind of funny.

First of all: Spock can lie with the best of them. Secondly, I don’t think you can learn to be a genuinely good liar in a few hours. Finally (and again): his years of Vulcan discipline/training shouldn’t have been erased (he obviously still has all his memories and knowledge), so he shouldn’t have to lie at all.

Seriously, Spock doesn’t have amnesia! He was raised by Vulcans—he knows how they speak!!!

Okay, but…Spock can’t perform the mind meld, and Amanda would know that. I feel like she should be saying, “My son was in a serious accident and is in no state to socialize” but then someone else—maybe even Sarek—overrules her. That would still leaves plenty of room for drama.

Just contact the aliens for help! I’m begging you! This is Star Trek!!!

“We can’t do it, but we already know who can” Thank God someone on this show can keep up.

I kind of hate her. :) At least she didn’t make a snarky comment, too.

I am weak (even if this is the least-flattering Vulcan look I have ever seen on any version of Spock).

T’Pring has some funny lines re: her difficult relationship with her mother, and I guess it’s a nice parallel to Spock’s difficult relationship with Sarek. I can sympathize with her, but I refuse to like her.

There’s no way a conservative Vulcan couple would be satisfied with a human preparing the traditional food for their daughter’s engagement dinner.

The majority of Vulcans in this show continue to look like a parody.

T’Pring’s dad being a foodie is funny. Him being obviously subservient to his scary bully of a wife is unoriginal and not so funny.

They stole a shuttlecraft and no one even alerts the captain?

Christine being willing to do anything for Spock: canon in every universe. ♥

I get that they’re in “interdimensional space” and in a state of semi-shock as a result (understandably!), but why can no one communicate effectively in this episode, including Uhura of all people???

Christine’s straight-talk with the aliens is just making me angry that Pike didn’t speak up about their mistake when he was communicating with them earlier.

She’s stunning.

Spock being protective of/afraid for Christine is precious.

“During the accident, the other being diverted the shields away from himself to protect you.” Even though I’m unsure how that would work (isn’t the shield around the entire shuttlecraft?)—that is SO Spock and so adorable.

“Are you so obtuse that you don’t even see that [you have feelings for Spock]?” It’s always one step forward, three steps back with Ortegas…

The writers were kind enough to grant my wish: Christine acknowledges that a wholly human Spock isn’t really Spock at all. The writing is less than phenomenal, but Jess Bush really sells it anyway, and it alludes nicely to Christine’s heartfelt confession of love in “The Naked Time” about seeing Spock as being greater than the sum of his genetic parts.

I’m tearing up.

The scene where Spock tells T’Pring’s mother off and praises his own isn’t super believable/in-character, but it’s satisfying!

Once again: the Vulcans on this show use that word way too much…

They really have wanted T’Pring to always be the victim/wronged party in this relationship ever since the first episode. But why?! She’s going to leave him! In canon, she makes him fight his own best friend to the death to have her when she doesn’t even want him! No matter how they resolve the relationship in this show, it’s all drama I don’t care about!!!

T’Pring’s mother was overtly racist towards Amanda and Spock during the entire dinner; she doesn’t approve of him; and she told him that he deserved to be disowned by Sarek/didn’t deserve to marry T’Pring. She would probably continue behaving that way towards him for the rest of her life. But after he endured all of that for her sake and after she repeatedly warned him not to mess the dinner up, T’Pring expresses neither concern for Spock’s ordeal nor relief that he’s been healed/that the dinner was a success nor gratitude for what he put himself through. She expresses only disappointment that he didn’t confide in her.

Crying in the club.

There’s a lovely reciprocity to Spock and Christine’s dynamic so far—he kissed her in Season One; this time, she kisses him. He risked his life to save her earlier; then she goes back and risks hers to make him whole again. I know these writers are going to screw it up eventually, so I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.

Overall, this episode was way too long (a full hour!) and was bogged down with a bunch of nonsense in the middle in the name of comedy. Its dialogue in particular was just as poorly-written as most SNW scripts have been (i.e., “you look constipated,” “you messed him up,” numerous crew members mumbling and stuttering in the heat of the moment…these aren’t Starfleet professionals, they’re high schoolers!) BUT there was an extra helping of heart in this episode. Between Amanda Grayson’s tenderness towards her son, Spock’s protectiveness towards Christine, and Christine’s fierce loyalty towards Spock, I almost cried more than once. And since Spock/Christine is THE reason I started watching this show in the first place, it’s nice to finally see some payoff fifteen episodes in!

The Good: Ethan’s face without Vulcan make-up + his gorgeous smile!—a surprise Amanda cameo—Spock and Christine mutually being protective of each other/risking their lives for each other—some funny moments—Jess and Ethan both acting their socks off—really cool visuals during the “interdimensional space” scene—a few excellent costume designs—finally, the big kiss!

The Bad: Childish/unprofessional dialogue throughout—Ortegas being a bitch even to her friends—writing human!Spock like a teenager who forgot everything he knows about being Vulcan (even though his memories are in tact)—Pike’s total incompetence—name-dropping Roger Korby (ugh)

I can’t wait to see how this show is going to disappointment me in the Spockstine department going forward.

#luth liveblogs snw

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Episode 30 (Operation Annihilate) WE MADE IT! Though I had a bit of difficulty with this post because they fucking deleted my draft and then brought it back. For no goddamn reason.

Here we go:

- Kirk is staring straight into the sun

- As always kids when avoiding things in space, go to the left

- JIM HAS A BROTHER???!???

- Yelling at Uhura will get you a punch at most Jim. If she can’t do something about the comms then no one can

- It looks like a college building. Imagine going to college and you see the landing party just appear like that

- “They tried to brain us with these clubs.” Brain you?? Yeah, Jim?

- Spock and McCoy being there for Jim after his brothers death

- Aurelan’s fucking SCREAM (props to that actress)

- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FUCKIN THING

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- IT FUCKING BIT SPOCK. Kirk is losing everyone today...

- McCoy looks so concerned for Spock while operating on him

- As soon as Spock gets on the bridge he pushes McCoy lol

- “These restraints will no longer be necessary. Neither will your sedatives, doctor.” Spock says this with the most pain in his voice, McCoy just crosses his arms and gives him a look like 'nuhuh'

- “I am a Vulcan… There is no pain.” No gain but seriously I can hear it in your voice- damn there goes the restraints

- BADASS SCOTTY MOMENT YEAH

- Bones is fucking furious. He wants to help Spock but the only way he can do anything for him is to have him rest in sickbay

- As soon as Spock is within arms reach of Bones again, he’s scanning him

- gentlemen.. what is this

- “I understand your concern. Your affection for Spock.” Why don’t you just call him out then, Bones. Takes one to know one.

- The fact that Kirk found the answer and that it was fucking light. If I were McCoy or Spock I’d be pissed off

- Continuing on that… what is this???

- “Do you know what one million candlelight square inch can do to your optic nerves?” He asks this like ‘are you stupid?’ But it’s full of care cause he thinks it stupid that Spock is going to sacrifice himself

- Bones is so so worried I can’t I can’t what

- Everything Bones does to try and get Spock out of it is that he gives Spock the chance to get out himself, tries to give him goggles, makes a frowny face the whole time, says that Spock is the best first officer (he shouldn’t be put in danger), he bargains with Jim a bit, and he still has to do this :(((

- aheem

- “Uh Oh.” WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN UH OH, MCCOY

- Don’t be mad at Bones you bitch, that decision was just as much yours as it was his. I swear to god they all fucked up but holy crap he’s feeling terrible already

- They’re gooping. (edit: I don't know what this means anymore)

- “Bones, it wasn’t your fault. Bones. Bones.” Kirk comforting McCoy. It’s so tense and it breaks my heart. They won’t be truly fine until Spock is fine.

- “We tend to ignore it as you ignore your own appendix.” Good line and I'm glad Spock is okay now but also that's so so convenient

- And now: The last couple minutes of conversation between Kirk, Spock, and McCoy that had me squealing and giggling

Kirk walks over: Mr Spock, regaining eyesight would be an emotional experience for most. You, I presume, felt nothing.

Spock: Quite the contrary, Captain. I had a very strong reaction. My first sight was the face of Doctor McCoy bending over me.

McCoy: Hmm, ‘tis a pity brief blindness did not increase your appreciation for beauty, Mr Spock.

Kirk (as if he didn’t start this): If you gentlemen are finished, would you mind laying in a course for Starbase 10, Mr Spock?

Spock: My pleasure, Captain.

McCoy while leaning against Kirk’s chair: Unusual eye arrangement. I might have known he’d turn up with something like that.

Kirk: What’s that, Doctor?

McCoy: I said, please don’t tell Spock that I said he was the best first officer in the fleet.

Spock turns around dramatically: Why, thank you, Dr. McCoy. (Spock gives him the raised eyebrows)

This episode is so…

Masterpost

Episode written by Steven W. Carabatsos

#star trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #tos kirk #captain james kirk #tos spock #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #tos mccoy #tos bones #leonard bones mccoy #tos uhura #nyota uhura

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Byler Week, Day 1: Halloween

Happy Halloween to those who celebrate! (Happy s2 Byler to all) And happy first day of Bylerweek!

Today is Day 1: Halloween / AU / –gate. I chose to write a fic bc my drawing skills need serious brushing up skills and I can eventually stuff this fic into my other fic’s universe😌.

Edit: Also posted to Ao3:)

Halloween used to be Mike’s favorite holiday. He’s always loved dressing up as whatever his favorite character that year is. And he loves seeing what other people dress up as.

One year, before the Party started doing group costumes, he and Will had gone as Kirk and Spock. He’d even made the ultimate sacrifice and let Will be Kirk.

Tiny little seven-year-old Will had made an adorable Starship Captain (equally tiny Mike had thought he looked super cool). Mike’s fake ears had itched, but he’d liked the cool blue color of his shirt. And everyone that gave them candy that night had known they were a pair, which had thrilled them both to pieces.

The first year that the Party did group costumes, Mike and Dustin had convinced the other two to go as DC superheroes (Lucas and Will have always preferred Marvel). Lucas had been Green Arrow, and Dustin had picked the Flash (his favorite). Everyone had expected Mike to go as Superman, who was his all-time favorite. Except he’d gone as Batman instead and asked Will to be Superman. Everyone’s costumes had turned out great, but Mike’s favorite had absolutely been Will’s—handmade by Mrs. Byers as always.

(It seems obvious in retrospect, that Mike had already begun to get a crush on Will—which is why he’d wanted him to be Superman.)

(And then, of course, the Halloween—only a few days before Will would be taken by Vecna, the Party had dressed up as Star Wars characters. This time it’d been easy to convince everyone that Will as Luke was just the obvious, correct choice, and not because Luke was obviously the best character.)

But Eighth grade had been the last time any of them had dressed up (“Who you gonna call?”) —and it hadn’t exactly ended well.

(Well, technically that Halloween had ended with Mike and Will hanging out alone in the basement, watching a lighthearted movie and sitting close together to feel safer—so that part…)

Freshman year, Mike had been in the middle of being miserable and missing Will and El too much to even think about a costume—and last year, they’d been in the middle of recovering from an apocalypse (neither Will, nor Max, had even been awake yet).

So now there are multiple anniversaries right around Halloween that seem much more prevalent than going around getting candy (which they’re pretty much too old for anyway, in Mike’s unhappy opinion), or going to a Halloween party—with too many people they’re not friends with, and alcohol, which none of the Party even likes.

So yeah, Mike doesn’t really intend to broach the subject of costumes this year.

Instead it’s Will who brings it up. “If all I have to focus on this year are the shitty memories and handing out candy, I’m going to scream.” Then he grins, a little mischievous. “Plus this is the first Halloween that we’re dating. I’ll be able to tell you this time that I think you look handsome in your costume, instead of pretending that you, as Han Solo, didn't fluster me half to death.”

Mike, they’ve both learned, is much easier to tease out of the two of them—Will makes a game sometimes, out of all the easy ways he can make Mike blush. Like right now.

“You’re mean,” he grumbles, hiding his suddenly warm face in his hands. It only gets warmer at Will’s delighted laugh. “You wanna do a group costume with the Party, or a pair like we used to?”

“The Party’s a lot bigger than it was back then—it’d be too hard to coordinate on short notice. But…” Will trails off. Mike risks a look at Will, who is suddenly much closer, smile softened but eyes still bright with mirth. “I think, Michael, that in this context, it’d be a couple’s costume, not just a pair.”

Mike resists the urge to hide his face again.

“Everyone always thinks I’m the mean one of the two of us,” he grumbles, but accepts the embrace Will is silently, cheerfully, offering—nosing into the other boy’s shoulder. “I’m gonna tell your mom you were bullying me. She loves me, you’ll get in trouble.”

“Tattletale,” Will singsongs. “I’ll stop bullying you if you let me pick our costumes this year.”

Mike, who doesn’t actually want Will to ever stop bullying (aggressively flirting with) him, cocks his head. “Alright Byers, deal.” He pauses. “And you just have to lay off flustering me in front of our friends—they already think I’d let you get away with anything.”

Will snickers. “You know what? Deal. But, for the record, I think you would let me get away with anything. Which is why, one day, you’ll go with me and El to Vegas so we can use our powers to scam the slot—”

Mike interrupts this long-running (hopefully a) joke to kiss Will. Will leans into it briefly, reaching up to weave a hand into Mike’s hair. After a moment, though, he pulls back, looking thoughtful.

“Now we have to figure out what we’re doing for Halloween.”

…

The Halloween of Mike and Will’s Junior year of high school, the Extended Party (minus Jonathan and Nancy, away at their colleges) convene on the Byers-Hopper house, dressed to the nines in their Halloween costumes. The plan is to watch minorly scary movies, eat far too much junk, and take turns answering the door for Trick-or-Treaters.

The Original Members of the Party (including Max) show up early to help set up.

Dustin is in a full suit and tie, a gun holster (with two full water guns in it), and a fedora. The entire setup is impressive, but none of his friends can guess who he’s supposed to be. The only one who understands who his character is immediately, is—oddly—Hopper.

“Elliot Ness.”

“Yes! Thank you!!”

It turns out that, having recently seen the Untouchables, Dustin had gone on a research spree about the Real-life man, and been fascinated. Thus, his choice of costume.

Lucas and Max have decided against couple costumes. Instead, Max wanted to go as Wonder Woman, so she has (and she looks every bit the Amazon warrior, sitting in her wheelchair like it’s a throne).

Lucas, on the other hand, has finally been able to be a Marvel superhero. After long deliberation between all of his favorites, he’d finally settled on Falcon—partly because he enjoyed the recent comics miniseries, but also because if he’d gone as Spider-Man (his other big choice), he’d have to keep removing the mask to eat.

“Falcon is just cool enough to date Wonder Woman,” Max tells him, mock-loftily.

He laughs, leaning across her lap to give her a kiss. “Well, Wonder Woman is more than cool enough to date Falcon.”

This being one of El’s first actual Halloweens’, she chose to go as the ghost she’d wanted to go as on her first Halloween—though the simple sheet had been switched for a white dress, pale makeup, and fake blood (with the occasional appearance of actual blood when she used her powers to get another soda, or pop Mike across the head with a pillow).

Steve and his group seem to have collectively decided to go as the Breakfast Club (or perhaps Steve is in regular clothes, it’s hard to tell). Robin, dressed as the outcast girl, is lounging across Vickie’s (dressed as Molly Ringwald’s character) lap, attempting to toss popcorn into Steve’s mouth. She’s largely just making a mess, but neither of them seem to care.

The (actual) adults of the bunch settle in the kitchen. Joyce convinced Hopper to do a couple’s costume with her (they’ve gone as Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein), but Murray shows up wielding a bottle of something very strong for them to drink and wearing just a dollar store cape over his regular clothes.

(Erica, out with her other friends for one last candy-haul before high school next year, will come at eight-thirty. She’s dressed up as her DnD character, Lady Applejack. She has no plans whatsoever to share her candy—even though she knows she probably will end up doing so.)

Joyce had been overjoyed to see what costumes Mike and Will picked this year.

She hadn’t been the only one.

When Will told Mike what costumes he wanted, Mike almost cried. He is (not so) secretly a sap, and Will knows it (though Will isn’t much better on that front, honestly).

“Shall we, Mr. Spock?”

“Indeed we shall, Captain Kirk.”

It’s the best Halloween yet, in their opinions.

#bylerweek #stranger things #byler #vee attempts to write #mike wheeler #will byers #bylerweek2022 #long post #I’ve been writing off and on since I saw the Bylerweek post. we’re gonna be driving all day today so I’m setting this for 12am Oct31 #i did far more research into deciding what all their costumes should be than was warranted #i debated honestly bc I read an interview where Caleb said he’d want to play DC’s Static Shock one day but that didn’t come out til the 90s #but he’s also said that Lucas would be more into marvel I think so #also did I make byler Kirk and Spock to push my spirk agenda? absolutely.#i think they’d ship it and send in works to Star Trek fanzines (bc there were spirk-specific fanzines at this point p sure?) fandom history #i have not seen the untouchables but I watched the trailer and it looks cool and Elliot ness was real and cool p sure #also sorry if byler seems the tiniest touch ooc I’m shoving in characterization that hasn’t happened yet bc it’s Going to happen in p2—#—and I haven’t even posted part 1 yet. i am Stressing.#i hope everyone is doing well! be safe today and tonight!#tbh I need to make a tag for my fic universe but I am not doing that today #i didn’t my best to edit this but hh if u see any glaring typos no u didn’t #edited header for easier viewing #edited to make it less unwieldy on a blog #Bylerweek day one #vee fic

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I’m browsing through the Star Trek DC comics written in the 80s (before TVH) and it’s interesting how much what I dislike about the characterization (especially McCoy’s but also Kirk’s) is already present there...

like Kirk disobeying orders and being a legend ( = people tend to say this happened after TVH, but these comics were written before it even started filming)

McCoy name calling Spock in every other sentence (I’m exaggerating, but pretty much every time he talks to him, he’s using “hobgoblin”* (also stuff like insufferable alien.......) and like whyyyy, the series did not do that). He also hates the service (and I still want to know where in the show you could tell that McCoy hated the service and wanted to retire. I also kind of dislike that people believe that spored McCoy in This Side of Paradise is like the “real” McCoy - hence why I will never use a mint julep in my fic because I dislike the overuse of “I wanna retire and drink mint juleps” like come on; also that McCoy would want to buy a farm to retire to, it’s like who is this McCoy, I don’t know him. I mostly didn’t like how McCoy was written but that’s not really a surprise since I don’t like how he’s written in most of the novels either)

but yeah, anyway... I wonder how much these 80s comics influenced pretty much everything because very little didn’t fit with what’s common in the current fandom (I assume the books in the 80s would also use similar characterization) and that’s not actually that typical for TVH or later films

(before watching the films, I read people saying that they were what changed the image of Kirk, but when I watched them I was like... hmmm, they didn’t, so i thought it was just a case of the fandom exaggerating little things - like Kirk got the Enterprise back = he always gets what he wants and he can break rules and get rewarded etc., but maybe... the people had that impression thanks to comics/books - and then some parts of the fandom via fanfics - rather than the films themselves... idk. But like even McCoy in the films - maybe except for his initial appearance in TMP - is never dissatisfied with the service, and sure, in TUC, he’s like ‘retirement’ but that’s because all of them were due at that time... so that part of fanon McCoy was always like where did you get it from? that mccoy just wants to move to a remote place and drink mint juleps.) Also in the issues written after TVH, McCoy is also always unnecessarily rude to Spock in a way that just isn’t true to the series - I kind of feel, though, that that’s the way the people who hate McCoy see him and his relationship with Spock, and if they do, well, I wouldn’t like the relationships either lol Some novels treat their relationship that way too and it’s honestly so frustrating (because then it gets into fanfics too)

[I haven’t seen TAS, just fyi]

I know that some people were influenced by the novelization of the show because back in the days not everyone could record the episodes, so they only have books to reread them, so it’s not like comics wouldn’t leave an impression, especially on novel writers - who then get read by fans and then the fans talk about it and write fanfics etc etc

there is some good stuff too: because it was written between TSFS and TVH there’s a lot of “what if” and Kirk got to be the captain of the Excelsior and Spock got to be the captain of USS Surak, a science vessel studying the after effects of Genesis, and Saavik served as the science officer on Excelsior. I’ve always wanted spones to go to their own ship after 5ym, so I’m happy that back in the days, official material was like Spock gets his own ship (when Kirk’s still alive, since there is also a book where Spock gets a ship after Kirk’s death)

Also there was one scene where Kirk was like “hit it” when ordering Sulu to take the ship out, and it amused me since it became a Pike thing

also there was a mirror mirror Xover and Spocks met and called each other “Mr. Spock” LOL need to use this one day

and I didn’t dislike all McCoy’s stuff, it’s just that the negatives always outweigh the positives lol

* if your fic’s using hobgoblin or elf, i’m immediately closing the window no matter who you are

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Against All Odds

Part 503

McCoy

It was so hard to leave.

But it was time and they were ready.

McCoy held tight to Scotty’s hand as the shuttle left Earth. He knew how hard it was to be leaving his mother behind. McCoy was already missing the familiar comfort of his own home and his mother. To leave Francine in the place where her home had been destroyed… Alasdair reported everything was on track for being rebuilt.

“We’ll get settled and I’ll talk to Pike,” McCoy said quietly.

“It won’t be the same will it?” Scotty asked just as quiet.

McCoy looked at his fiancé questioningly.

“Being tailed everywhere at school.” Scotty gestured towards the guards at the back of the shuttle.

“Not quite,” McCoy answered truthfully. “But we’ll make it work. I promise.”

His heart raced as the shuttle left atmosphere. Everyone had tried to tell him there was no way he could tell that difference, but he could. Quietly he took some deep breaths. For Scotty he would overcome his fear. And besides, flying was no longer his biggest fear. He glanced at Scotty, looking out the window. Not being able to help if Scotty was hurt had taken flying’s place as his worst fear.

He squeezed Scotty’s hand again and got a squeeze back. Scotty looked over and smiled.

A small crowd was waiting as their car pulled up in front of the school. McCoy couldn’t help but grin at the other boys in the car. It suddenly felt so right to be back, even if there was more security with them.

A girlish squeal was the first thing they heard when they exited the car.

“Montgomery Scotty!” Jaylah shouted and threw herself around him. Scotty could do nothing but laugh and embrace the alien girl back.

“Welcome back!” Jim clapped a hand across McCoy’s shoulder and quickly made his way over to Spock.

“Hi,” Christine said as she moved in front of McCoy. “It’s good to see you.” McCoy reached forward to hug her tight.

“It’s good to see you too,” he replied.

Uhura was next, and Sulu and Chekov. Keenser shook his hand and before his hand was fully back at his side, Jaylah was wrapped around him.

“Hi Jaylah,” McCoy said with a laugh.

“Just Leonard you are good to see.”

A noisy group made their way up the front steps of the school, followed more solemnly by the guards.

Inside the front doors they were met by the headmaster and Mr. Archer. The group quieted.

“Welcome back gentleman,” Mr. Pike said warmly. “It’s good to see you all. You have been quite missed.”

“Thank you sir,” McCoy spoke up. “We’re glad to be back.” He looked at Scotty, Spock and Robbie who all nodded their agreement. “And Mr. Archer, it is good to see you and see you’re healed and healthy.”

“Thank you Mr. McCoy,” Archer said, slight surprise in his eyes. “I’m only sorry Khan escaped us.” His features darkened then. The head of house had been close to the augment who had gone so wrong.

“I’m sure you boys would like to get settled before dinner,” Pike said. “So we’ll let you get to it.” He looked at the guards. “We have some rooms set up for you in the teacher’s wing. Jonathon will be glad to show you.”

“This way,” Archer said and gestured before he began to walk. Four of the security team followed after him.

Scotty and the others began to walk towards the boys dorm, but McCoy stayed still. Scotty looked back at him.

“Mr. Pike,” McCoy called. “Could I speak with you for a moment?”

“Of course Leonard. My office?”

McCoy handed his bag to one of the two security people still with them and followed the headmaster. He sensed one of the guards fall in behind him.

“What can I do for you Leonard?” Pike asked when they were in his office. The guard was outside the door.

McCoy swallowed, then got straight to the point.

“Can Scotty and I share a room?”

He could see Pike’s eyebrows raise as he sat down behind his desk.

“There’s more security than just Spock now,” McCoy continued. “I shouldn’t need to have a guard at my side in my room now. And we’re engaged. Everyone knows we’re together.”

An amused smile was crossing Pike’s face.

“Some people would think I should keep you separate for the very reason that you are engaged.”

McCoy rolled his eyes. “Those people are old fashioned.”

“I will tell you this Leonard; let’s get you all settled back into routine here at school, and we can revisit this conversation again soon.”

McCoy sighed. He had hoped for a better answer, but he’d take what he was given.

“Ok,” he said, trying to keep his disappointment from showing.

“Two weeks and then you’ll be home for a weekend and we’ll talk again after that.”

“Alright. Thank you sir.”

“You still have some time before dinner if you want to unpack. Dr. Boyce says you all have kept up with your classes quite well.”

“We’ve tried. Thanks.” With that McCoy made his way out the door.

Part 504

Scotty

The first thing Scotty and Robbie did was write a quick message to Francine and Granddad, saying that they had arrived safely. Only when they got an answer in return, Scotty was relaxed enough to unpack his things.

"So... are ye alright?" Scotty asked, looking over his shoulder at his little brother who was standing across the room in front of his own closet.

Robbie turned around to look at him questioningly.

"What?"

"I asked if ye're alright. With... being apart from Leah again, I mean."

Scotty could see his brother sighing as he turned back to the closet. He probably didn't want his older brother to see just how hard it was on him.

"We can always talk on the PADD," he just answered.

"Aye... ye sure can."

Scotty decided to let the topic drop. He didn't want to bother Robbie more than necessary.

And... for him it would be hard too. Of course he could see Leonard in person everyday, but thinking about the horrible nightmares that still appeared sometimes and knowing that Leonard wouldn't be there to comfort him, was scaring Scotty quite a lot. Thankfully, they had taken Dr. Boyce's pills with them. But Scotty could only hope that they would help.

Without talking much more the boys finished unpacking and then headed downstairs, followed by two of the three guards assigned to them.

Scotty wondered what Leonard had talked about with Pike, but he could already imagine some things.

They found Leonard and Spock at the dining hall with Jim and their other male friends.

"Mo ghràdh," the Scotsman greeted his love and pressed a kiss to his cheek, grabbing his hand.

"Hey, leannan."

There was a weak smile on Leonard's face, but Scotty could see that something had disappointed his fiancé.

"How did yer talk go?"

Leonard shrugged before whispering that he'd tell him later. And Scotty was fine with it.

Slowly, the room filled with students. It was so good to see them again. Still, Scotty's heart beat out of his chest when he saw Khan's friends. They had been told that the other augments hadn't known anything about the plan, but it still was strange to be close to them.

The racing of his heart got even worse when Joaquin suddenly stepped over to them.

"Hey," he greeted them in a quiet voice.

"Hello," the boys returned, except for Jim. The augment and him had their history.

"I... just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry about what Khan did. Please believe me when I say that we had no idea."

From the corner of his eye, Scotty saw the guards straightening their backs, ready to act if necessary.

"It's... okay. Thank ye, Joaquin."

The augment gave them a nod and then got over to his seat.

At dinner everyone acted normal around them, but several pairs of eyes were on the boys all the time. And on their bodyguards who stayed around. It was awkward for every student. They had been used to Spock, but that was mainly because he was a student as well. The grown-ups were something else.

After dinner, Scotty and the other boys spent time with their friends. It was so good to see them again. To talk and play games.

But every good evening had to end and eventually curfew came.

Leonard held on to his hand all the way until they reached the Scott brothers' room. There he pulled him into a hug.

"Good night," Scotty muttered quietly and Leonard ran a hand through his hair.

"Good night."

Leonard's voice sounded just as sad as his own. He had told Scotty earlier that Pike had not allowed for them to change rooms. Not yet at least. Maybe in a few weeks.

They... would get through it, right? What were a few weeks?

One last kiss and Scotty could only watch Leonard leave with Spock and two of the guards. He waved after him and then got into the room.

Robbie was already in bed. Apparently he was already asleep. His eyes were closed and he snored softly.

Scotty changed into his pajamas and lay down as well. His heart was aching as he looked at the empty space next to him.

Leonard.

He wanted to hug him, to hear his breath, to feel his heart beating.

But Leonard was in another room. So close, yet out of reach.

Scotty wanted to take one his pills, but the day had been very exhausting and before he knew it, his eyes fell close.

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