#admiral Alexander marcus

[best-star-trek-character]

AOS Round One

[thiawen]

Febuwhump Day 10

Prompt: Killing In Self Defense

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Warning: Off Screen Violence and Character Death

@febuwhump

Jonathan is walking Porthos III on the Academy grounds when his comm rings.

“Go for Archer.”

“Admiral Archer?” A voice sobs. A young voice.

Jonathan stops in his tracks.

“That’s me.” He gently confirms.

He doesn’t question how this crying child got his private comm number. That’s not important right now.

“What’s wrong, son?”

The boy - he’s sure now it’s a boy, starts crying at the question.

“H-he was going to kill me.”

Jonathan feels his insides freeze at the words. He immediately scoops Porthos up into his arms and begins hurrying to the nearest transporter station.

“He said Sam was gone. That he ran away! But Sammy would never leave me. He promised! I think he killed Sam! I can’t find Sam!”

“Listen to me, sweetheart,” he ordered. “I need you to tell me right now - are you safe?”

There were a few moments of hitched breathing.

“Frank’s dead.”

If this Frank had been trying to kill a child that was no loss. “And are you hurt?”

There was a pause.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Archer is careful to keep his voice calm. “I’m going to get a doctor and come get you. Okay?”

“Just don’t bring anyone from Riverside,” was the immediate response. “Or Winona.”

Riverside. Winona. He knew that. “Okay,” he agreed. “I won’t. Will you tell me why?”

“They knew. They knew Frank hurt us. We told them. They wouldn’t help us. Made us go back. And now Sam..”

“So you called me.” That explained it. Sort of.

“No,” he sniffled. “Not at first. We tried Captain Pike first. Sammy said he was Dad’s friend. That he would help us. But he was off world. So we got Admiral Marcus. But he told us Captain Pike couldn’t afford to be distracted by George Kirk’s sons and then he told us to stop trying to ruin Winona’s career with lies.”

Jonathan was going to ruin Alexander Marcus’s fucking life.

“Our comms were blocked after that. I hacked around it but we were afraid to make a mistake again. But I’ve read about you. You would help. Wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” he promised little James Kirk, the miracle Kelvin baby. “I’m coming to get you. Right now. And I won’t allow anyone to hurt you.”

“Promise?” It’s whispered, fragile and barely daring to hope.

“I promise.”

[hummingbird-of-light]

Sixteenth story for @badthingshappenbingo ~

Title: The Price For His Help

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Character(s): Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Khan Noonien Singh | John Harrison, Alexander Marcus

Relationship(s): Montgomery "Scotty" Scott/Khan Noonien Singh

Rating: T

Words: 1,511

Prompt: Hostage Situation

Warnings: Kidnapping, Swearing, Death Threats, Fairy Tale Elements (Inspired by Rumpelstiltskin)

(You can also find this story on AO3)

~ The Price For His Help ~

Once upon a time, there was a daring young captain who bragged in every bar and on every planet about how great his crew was. No matter how much he appreciated each member, he especially liked to brag about his chief engineer. He talked about all the miracles that the Scotsman Montgomery Scott had already achieved and made big claims about what the man was still capable of.

It so happened that an important man heard about it. His name was Admiral Marcus. And he decided that he wanted the unique engineer's abilities for himself alone.

So he kidnapped Montgomery Scott and locked him up in one of the many cells aboard his ship.

"Your captain says you can do anything. That's why I'm giving you one night to understand these ancient blueprints and translate them so that my people can build a weapon from them."

The order was clear. And yet the prisoner didn't understand a word that was written on the ancient scrolls.

"But I cannae do this," he complained desperately, yet still, it made no difference.

"If you haven't translated it by tomorrow morning, you will remain my hostage forever."

With these words, the admiral left the cell and Montgomery Scott - whom most people called Scotty - was left alone.

He tussled his hair in despair and swallowed hard, staring at the piece of paper. He had no idea what it said; he wasn't Uhura! And the drawings were not clearly recognizable either! No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make sense of it.

So he cursed and swore, with tears in his eyes. He didn't want to be trapped forever! This couldn't happen!

He was just about to give up hope completely when a noise caught his attention. The Scotsman quickly wheeled around and couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.

A man! A man who just stepped out of the wall and looked around the cell. His hair was as black as ebony, his skin pale and when the ice-blue eyes finally came to rest on Scotty, the engineer shuddered.

"What the-"

The eerie stranger slowly stepped over to him and placed a finger on Scotty's lips to make him go silent.

"Tell me, why are you so sad? What could be the reason for your cursing that can be heard for miles?"

Scotty fell silent for a moment, just looking into the beautiful eyes of his counterpart. Then he turned his head to the side and sighed.

"The admiral has captured me. He wants me to translate those plans there so that he can build a weapon from them. But I don't understand the notes! And if I don't make it by tomorrow morning, he'll lock me up for good!"

The black-haired man slowly stepped up to the table and examined the documents on it. A smile crossed his lips and he chuckled.

"Oh, but that's quite simple."

These words filled Scotty with anger. Was the man trying to say that he was an idiot? He was the best engineer in the entire fleet! He had saved worlds!

"Oh really? Well, how do ye read it then, ye wise guy?"

His counterpart just laughed before their eyes met again.

"Well, I want to help you. I'll translate these plans by dawn, but there's a price to pay, of course."

Scotty's eyes widened and he blinked in surprise. The strange man would help him?

"But... I have nothing to pay ye," he finally said and his counterpart's gaze fell on the insignia the Scotsman wore on his chest.

"Give me that and your debt is paid."

Scotty hesitated for a moment, but then decided that his freedom was more important than a piece of metal. He carefully detached it from his uniform and handed it to the black-haired man, who immediately got to work and then, once he was done, disappeared through the wall again.

The next morning, the admiral was astonished when Scotty handed him the finished plans.

"Fantastic! Perfect!"

Scotty straightened his back and stared sullenly at Marcus.

"Well, I've done the work. I'll be going now, then."

The Scotsman was about to leave, but several phasers were quickly pointed at him and he stopped.

"Don't be in such a hurry, Mr. Scott. There are more plans. This time it's about a shuttle. You will translate and record the plans. If you don't make it, you'll die."

Scotty's eyes widened and he shook his head.

"No! Ye cannae do that!"

But Marcus just grinned.

"I can. And I will. You have time until dawn."

And so it was that the Scotsman sat on the floor of the cell again, cursing and swearing. He didn't want to die! But he couldn't translate the plans either!

If only the mysterious man would reappear.

The engineer was lucky. It wasn't long before the black-haired man was standing in the room again. He looked down at the Scotsman with pity.

"What's the matter? Why are you so sad?"

Scotty quickly got to his feet and grabbed the stranger by his dark cloak.

"Please help me. The admiral wants me to translate another document, but I cannae do it! And if I cannae get it done by dawn, he'll kill me!"

The strange man gently placed a hand on the Scotsman's shoulder and he smiled.

"Just take it easy. I will help you. But... my help comes at a price."

Now the engineer was really desperate. Why couldn't the man just help him for free?

"But I have nothing!"

It didn't take long for his counterpart's gaze to fall on the ring Scotty was wearing on his right hand. The Scotsman shook his head.

"That... I cannae do that. That ring is my father's heirloom," he protested and the stranger sighed and moved away from him.

"Well... then I guess you'll have to die."

Shocked, Scotty watched as the black-haired man walked to the wall and was about to disappear into it.

"Stop! Wait!"

The stranger paused and looked over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised.

Carefully and with a heavy heart, Scotty removed the ring from his finger and handed it to his counterpart.

"Take it. But please... help me."

Once again, the stranger set to work and it wasn't long before the plans were ready.

The admiral was impressed again, but when Scotty tried to leave, he was once again denied.

"You can't leave yet, Mr. Scott. I have more plans that need to be translated. This time it's about the blueprints for a ship. If you don't make it, not only will you die, but your captain and crew will die too."

It wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair!

Scotty knew that Marcus would never let him go. But he couldn't and wouldn't put his crew at risk.

Late that night, he sat there again, cursing and crying. There was no escape. He would remain this admiral's prisoner forever.

And again the stranger appeared and again Scotty lamented his situation to him.

The black-haired man sat down next to him and only a moment later his hand was on the Scotsman's cheek.

"I want to help you."

Scotty swallowed hard and shook his head almost imperceptibly.

"But I have nothing to give ye. Ye already have all my valuable possessions."

However, the stranger only smiled and wiped away the tears with his thumb.

"There's one more thing you can give to me," he said, leaning forward so he could whisper in Scotty's ear. "You. Say you'll be mine forever and I'll help you."

The engineer felt himself blush and he swallowed hard. He... should sell himself? He should give himself up to save his life and that of the crew? He didn't even really know the stranger yet. He didn't know what he would do to him.

And yet he nodded. Something told him that it was the right decision.

The smile on the black-haired man's lips widened and only a moment later their lips touched.

That kiss. It was simply indescribable. Scotty didn't know what hit him, but the moment their lips met and their tongues touched, he was filled with gratitude and happiness. This man would save his life. He was a hero.

When the admiral saw the finished plans the next morning, he grinned with satisfaction.

He was just about to give Scotty more work when suddenly Starfleet men stormed the cells and took him in custody. Apparently they had found out about his illegal plans and now they were going to bring him to justice.

It wasn't long before Scotty was back on the Enterprise, surrounded by his friends and family.

And yet he knew that he wouldn't be with them for long. Because he knew that his savior was already waiting for him. And if he came to get him, then Scotty would go with him. That was the price for his rescue. A life at the side of the man whose name he didn't know... and yet whom he loved.

The man came and they lived happily ever after. 

[ao3feed-spirk]

Autobiography of a Surveillance AI

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49175818 by arsoney This is a parody of the 1887 erotic novel, "Autobiography of a Flea". I read it. I did not know how to react to it. Now this exists. For reasons of the so-called "plot", Kirk and Spock swap genders via transporter accident in this. This is never addressed again, and they spend the rest of the "novel" fucking and sucking. Please don't read this. Look at the tags. Come on. You don't want to. It's a huge dead dove, and it's not even hot because it's still in 1887 language. Words: 4225, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi Characters: James T. Kirk, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Christopher Pike, Alexander Marcus, Admiral Nogura, Sarek, Spock, Gary Mitchell Relationships: James T. Kirk/Gary Mitchell, James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy, James T. Kirk/Alexander Marcus, James T. Kirk/Admiral Nogura, James T. Kirk/Christopher Pike, James T. Kirk/Sarek, Sarek/Spock, Christopher Pike/Spock, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Spock, Alexander Marcus/Spock, James T. Kirk/Spock, Spock/Other(s), James T. Kirk/Other(s) Additional Tags: Parody, erotica parody, Don't Read This, Misogyny, 18th century porn tropes, see misogyny, Rape, Gang Rape, Sexual Coercion, Pseudo-Incest, but also actual, Parent/Child Incest, Drugged Sex, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Threesome - F/M/M, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Loss of Virginity, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Female James T. Kirk, Female Spock (Star Trek), Female Ejaculation, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn With Plot, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Objectification, As th author i am obliged to tell you that i am a feminist i just have a fucked up brain, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, random french like the langugage, icl i'm not even sure if this is a parody it parodies itself im just changing character names, Unrealistic Sex, so. much., anonymous 1800s erotica writers did not know how hymens or anal work read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49175818

[deeptrashwitch]

Noah "Cobalto" García

Name: Noah García

Nacionality: American🇺🇲/Mexican 🇲🇽

Age: 28

Date of birth: 18th november 1995 - Denver (U.S.A)

Residence: Killeen, Texas, USA

Afilliation: U.S Navy/ 75th Ranger Regiment Specters

Rank: Corporal

Callsign: Cobalto (Current)/ Charlie 4-2

Occupation: Demolition and explosives expert

Height: 1.75 m/ 5'8 ft

Weight: 80 kg

Blood type: B+

Pronouns: He/ him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Languages: English (Native), Espanish, Italian, Korean (learning)

AFILLIATIONS

Specters members:

-Captain Alicia Marchant (alive)

-Lieutenant Luke Michaelis (alive)

-Sergeant Jackson Blackwell (alive)

-Sergeant Edward Jackson (alive)

-Corporal Elijah Wilson (alive)

-Airman First Class Nicholas Fowlett (alive)

-Private Marcus Lombardi (alive)

-Private Elliot Stevens (alive)

-Private Alexander Christensen (alive)

-Private Francis Scott (alive)

CIA:

-Chief Station Dominique Wright (alive)

Underworld:

-Liù Xiao Chen (alive)

FAMILY

-Julián García (Father) (alive)

-Marina García-Bridgers (Mother) (alive)

-Elizabeth García (Little sister) (alive)

-Lucía García (Aunt) (alive)

-Mario García (Uncle) (alive)

PERSONALITY

-Noah has two ways of show himself to people, the first one is the one he uses mostly during missions and during the first days with the Specters, serious, bitter and quiet. The other is which he uses with his family and his team, once he trust them, and is him being a bit silly, funny and animated.

-He enjoys sometime telling internal jokes during missions, just to watch the confusion of the other soldiers. Also, something the team learned with time was that Noah is protective, really protective with people he loves. He once almost died saving Francis after a failed recon (no one knew if thank him or yell at him, they ended up doing both).

-He play pranks on them, unharmful of course, but he always get some help from Elijah and Elliot. They are chaos incarnated.

-But when it comes to experiments or preparing charges to a mission, he is extremely careful and delicate to do everything around his workshop. He doesn't even let Alicia inside when he's working, is amusing but everyone understand and no one get near until they have permission.

BIOGRAPHY

Born in Denver, Colorado, he is a big brother, and hell if he isn't proud of it. Elizabeth is three years younger than him, and she always admired him while growing up, so he tries to be the best he can. He lived a good and almost common childhood, except for the fact that some people felt attacked by their ascendance.

As a child, he didn't understand at first, but grow tired of it really soon and got pretty agressive when they treated Elizabeth like that too. During middle school he was a troublemaker, but corrected himself on high school and focused on his notes mostly. Even if he denies it, he helps Elizabeth with her proyects when he discovered she liked fashion design, so he became somehow a mannequin and learnt how to sew.

The way he ended in the Navy is normal, he wanted, he did it and was good on it, no much mistery in that. And since his childhood he was really good with chemistry and physics, being a demolition and explosives expert was perfect for him. The talent he has brought him to the SEAL 5 and he keeps his uniform and badges with honor and pride, and in the team he compare anecdotes about missions with Jackson and Francis.

During one of his missions, he met Elijah and talking during one of the nights, Noah noticed that something was awfully wrong. Only a day later he discovered what was it and in a second was filled with anger, so he decided to try and help him. The photos of the bruises and more, everything it could be used as proof, and at first he considered show them to his own Captain or even the Admiral. He ended up showing it to Elijah's command officer...

It was a mistake.

He noticed how he started to avoid him, to don't say anything unless it was mission related, and how he flinched near most of his officers in command. In just a second he understood, and felt a mix of horror, anger and shame, he didn't help Elijah, he made his hell even worse. The impotence was heavy and decided to keep quiet, he already did the things worse, that until he became part of the Specters.

Once he heard that Elijah was on the list to join, he told Alicia what he knew, hoping she could help where he couldn't. Well, she did, and Noah still surprised of the almost nuclear revenge that happened. And yes, even if he doesn't say it, he's sure she caused that last scandal...but he turns a blind eye about it and claims ignorance.

And when Elijah arrived to Black Tomb, he was one of the first people to find him, hugging him with a laugh. He felt relieved once Elijah hugged him back sighing and smiling, and he heard him whisper a thank you. Since then they became friends, almost like siblings, so they go to Elijah's house during the 4th of july and to Noah's during christmas.

SKILLS

-Knowledge of chemistry, physics and most of the insides of explosive weapons.

-Really quick to make circuits to prepare the charges during a mission. He is good in electronics too.

-Even though he goes mostly with the infantry group and does good, he's not really comfortable with it. He prefers the technical aspects of his specialty.

COMBAT

His combat is decent, the one he was teached, and his first choice weapon is a Kukri (a nepalese combat knife). He is learning the Army combat with Elijah and he teach him the combat style he uses.

TRIVIA

-Some of his civil clothes are made by his sister and the quality is amazing. And also if he ever gives something like a scarf or a handkerchief, it's probable he made it himself or with Elizabeth's help.

-His bestfriend is Elijah and they usually hang out during leaves. Both have now become Elizabeth mannequins, mostly Noah, and they get amazing new clothes for it.

-He just wanted to laugh, like Elijah did when he learnt about it, once Elizabeth confessed having a crush on Wraith. THE GODDAMNED WRAITH! He thought it would be a good idea show her how Wraith work with them to try and stop that...crush.

-It wasn't a good idea. He introduced his sister to the team once and regrets it big time. Why? Becuase Luke now is in love with her, apparently. Elijah still laughing to this day when they see Luke's lovesick smile.

-Once he recommended Marcus, who loves any kind of music in spanish, a song he once heard the Captain fight about. He never heard it either, so when Marcus put it ON SPEAKERS during breakfast, he almost threw himself off a window out of shame once it started. But they also heard Alicia's laugh for the first time, a real, loud and happy laugh. Obviously later on he was reprended by the Captain, but no one could take away the smile on their face. (The song is called "Con Berraquera" by Octavio Mesa)

-He takes experiments really serious, but there are times where it's like his brain just stop functioning. Those times he usually do stupid shit with Elliot, and normally that ends with them inside the medic bay. They give Jackson the most grey hairs out of all the team, and Noah is kinda proud of it.

-He has done bets with Francis and Luke, mostly in poker and he's really good at it. So much that the Lieutenant doesn't play with them since the last time he lost quite the money. Noah goes light on Francis, but not with Luke...it's his weird way to take revenge.

-His callsign came from a discussion during his recruit days inside the barracks. The others were talking about something he doesn't remember anymore, but the color topic came out and he corrected someone about a shade of blue, a cobalt blue. Everyone mocked him about that knowledge of colors for a while and the nickname stayed, but when it was time for an event outside the Navy without uniforms...everyone was asking him to help with color code.

-He has a picture of Elizabeth and his childhood, from when they were back in high school. He keeps it inside his barrack, and every time he goes to a mission he just stare to the photo before smiling. Always repeat the same phrase, "see you on sunday, kiddo, guard the fort", before going to the hangar, hoping he come back once again.

-His favorite drink are any kind of lemonades, the coconut one to be specific. And his favorite food are Alexander's biscuits, he will fight and have fought with Edward for some extras. Ironically while they fight either Jackson, Alicia or Nicholas steal them. Even Luke did it once!

Song

Moodboard

[respondedinkind]

A battle is being fought inside that young mind, equally as brutal as it would be out in the open, on top of planets that get cleaned of any life before being scavenged and eradicated, to truly delete any trace of it having ever existed in the first place - Khan can see the fire within the man's eyes burning, flames licking along his sanity and everything he's ever believed in as it threatens to be shattered by the man standing at the opposide side of that wall, inside his pristine prison cell.

He can tell the other has been risen within what Starfleet is, at least partially; Perhaps he considers it a home, something that caught him as his own frame went through periods of stumbling confusion and change, of trying to find itself. To have betrayal written into the ranks of what must be considered companions, someone to look up to, feels mind-shattering, suffocating; Desperate thoughts clinging onto the reality they're familiar with, hoping that any of what is being said between them being a lie rather than a pill that lies on the tip of one's tongue, spreading a bitter taste like acid burning through flesh and tissue.

It almost makes Khan feel compassion for the blonde, to know he's going to be the one to offer him the things he doesn't want to hear, but needs to in order to be the Captain he's supposed to be. But only almost - because Khan himself struggled, still does, has gone through thousands of wars not only in mind but also in person, and has gone through exploitation and torture ever since having arrived on earth on top of it all.

Right now, he fights - again. Has never stopped fighting, despite his successful attempt to flee from his own cruel world. He's fighting for himself, his existence, his life, and the blonde might be the only man who could possibly ever give it to him.

The stare between them persists, someone barges in; The one who's taken a blood-sample from him, he's returning, and Khan knows precisely why he does.

He's seen things, and he wants Jim Kirk to know.

"He knows.", is what Khan says before that Doctor can, albeit him being aware that the brunette most likely has only scratched the surface of what's hidden within red cells.

So he goes on, takes away some of the words that would've been spoken out by someone else instead if he did not.

"---My body is unlike yours. I am stronger than the average human being, my bones able to endure more trauma before breaking. I possess double the lung-efficiency than any of you while my heart is one-and a half times larger; I can keep standing for much longer than any of you can - I was made to win wars and to bring glory to the ones I was forced to look up to."

Made to fight, made to keep standing, made to suffer through pain until death.

A pause follows, filled with silence. Whether it is of stunned nature or not he cannot say, but Khan takes the quiet within the room as an invitation to go on. So he does.

"My intelligence is unrivaled, and my kind is thousands of years old, thriving on improved technology in ways humans won't reach in hundreds of years. Admiral Alexander Marcus knows; That's why he had me build weapons for him, torpedoes that cause mass-destruction, can end a planet's existence within mere seconds - very well fitting to a warship that's fulfilling any of his darkest desires, anything he could ever dream of, a mind that wants nothing else than to be the superior one himself, residing in an old, brittle body."

Khan despises Marcus, with every fiber of his existence. The name, once spoken, is basically spat in front of the three men staring at him through the crystalline wall, and Khan presses his lips together as he feels a wave of emotion hitting him out of nowhere.

For the first time ever since the start of their conversation, he blinks - and then squeezes his eyes shut for a second before opening them again, obviously struggling before he gets himself back under control.

Memories haunt him. Even now. And he hasn't even mentioned that part of the whole situation yet - the things Marcus did in an attempt to get what he wants besides owning weapons of mass destruction and a warship.

And because of the second pause following, the man who must be the Doctor of this vessel, decides to use his chance and spread the news to an agitated Captain: His blood is unlike anything he's ever seen during the whole of his career. His blood should not do what it does, there's not much human about it in any way.

The words are whispered, and yet Khan can hear them loud and clear.

in  an  alternate  timeline,       the  captain  becomes  acquainted  with  Section  31  much  earlier  —  not  through  the  words  of  the  man  who,       unbeknownst  to  him,       is  fated  to  join  his  ship,       his  crew,       his  surrogate  family       (       a  notion  that  would  currently  induce  peals  of  laughter  if  he  were  told  about  it  today       ),       but  from  the  ruthless  individual  orchestrating  a  reality  spiraling  towards  Jim’s  heroic  self-destruction.       while  his  present  circumstances  differ  subtly,       nuanced  in  their  own  right,       a  smoldering  rage       &       thirst  for  vengeance  simmers  within  him       &       it’s  quelled  only  by  each  measured  breath.      

such  feelings  are  a  constant  in  every  universe.       Jim  hates  how  specific  the  explanation  he’s  given  is,       compelling  him  to  recalibrate  his  thoughts  with  seed  of  doubt  flourishing  behind  his  luminescent  eyes.      

it  cannot  be,       can  it     ?      

the  notion  of  corruption  festering  within  Starfleet's  echelons  is  a  concept  he  had  never  fathomed,       its  non-military  ethos  having  imbued  him  with  a  misplaced  sense  of  security,       &       despite  the  origins  of  the  establishment  being  rooted  in  military.      

the  silent       DUEL       between  him       &       Khan  continues,       the  tension  between  them  suffocates  the  room  rather  than  it  being  the  other  way  around.

Kirk  remains still.       his  first  instinct  is  to  ask  whether  ‘he  was  better  at  walking  around  with  a  stick  up  his  ass  since  he  considers  himself  superior’.       he  gulps  that  back  since  he  doesn’t  feel  like  making  stupid  jokes  in  front  of  someone  like  him,       not  today.       it’s  only  moments  now  before  Bones  barges  in  with  the  news,       but  the  captain  is  already  hellbent  on  piecing  together  the  horrifying  puzzle  of  recent  events.       a  questioning  begins  within  his  influenced  mind.      

neutrality  is       IMPOSSIBLE,       &       yet  he  has  to  try.      

❝          no  that  isn’t  it.       partially,       maybe  but     .  .  .          ❞       he  frowns  at  the  other,       blinking  a  few  times  as  a  plethora  of  possibilities  pool  his  brain.       ❝          not  being  human  is  not  exactly       RARE.       there  are  species  on  this  vessel  who  are  not  human,       so  what     ?       why  you     ?          ❞       his  tone  oscillates  between  playful,       sardonic,       &       caustically  acidic.       a  hunger  for  deeper  understanding  propels  him       ;       it’s  a  strenuous  task,       but  he  consciously  postpones  the  debate  on  superiority,       an  irksome  thought  lurking  in  his  mental  periphery.       ❝          what  was  he  trying  to  accomplish  by  having       YOU       hostage     ?          ❞

[bluesakura007]

Free periods at college and unrestricted access to a Mac computer have combined to form this explanation in a nutshell of how I view the moral side of the events of STID, just because thinking about making this gave me a few laughs.

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Khan asleep naked in the open on Diana's bed. How would his flower react?

(a look back to their beginning)

As a nurse, Diana was accustomed to finding her patients in various stages of undress, which meant she was no prude regarding nudity. But Khan was no longer her patient, and this was a newly sublet flat, not a hospital or even her own place.

Yet there he slept, upon the only bed in the place—which she had insisted he take, while she kipped down on the sofa because he was still recuperating from the injuries he’d suffered due to the treachery of Alexander Marcus.

There he slept in his full naked glory, and despite being a medical professional, Diana couldn’t tear her eyes away from admiring every inch of his pale, flawless flesh. Or the sleek, perfect lines, curves, and contours of his exquisitely masculine form.

Even the slow, even rise and fall of his breathing enthralled her, along with the coiled, panther-like grace which she had already witnessed spring into action several times throughout their desperate escape from the medical facility where she had worked and he’d been held captive.

Once Diana had understood the injustices he had endured and the dark fate that awaited him, she had broken a lifetime of rules and cut all her ties to a safe, ordinary life for the sake of this magnificent being from a long bygone age. Khan had borne those indignities stoically, but her empathetic disposition had been immediately taken by the heavy, resigned sort of sorrow he carried, nevertheless—evident to her eyes well before he had ever shared portions of his story with her. His heart seemed to her to be unfathomably deep; that was clear in every word he spoke about his people. His mind was fascinating, and keen beyond any man she had ever known. Perhaps he had discerned her soft spots and played upon her compassionate nature to gain her trust—at first. But Diana had fallen in love with him of her free will, and though she should have removed herself from his case when it became clear to her, she just couldn’t force herself to do it. Khan was deep in her blood by then, and her imperative had become seeing to his survival. With the quiet hope that someday he could love her back.

The flat was in one of the seedier parts of London, and Diana had supplied it for their needs as best she could in the several days leading up to their escape attempt. However, as Khan had come away with only the clothes on his back, once she believed they were safely settled in, she had gone out to find suitable attire for him at a couple of second hand stores in the area. Her errand had taken longer than she’d expected—and every second she was away from him, her heart was in her throat as she worried that Marcus’s men could already have tracked Khan down and taken him. Diana feared not for what punishment she would be subject to—only for the fate of this marvelous man who had stolen her heart without even trying.

Diana watched him sleeping far more soundly than on any night he’d spent as a prisoner in hospital. She felt no reason to wake him. Only an overwhelming compulsion to spend time with him—but to disturb his rest would be pure selfishness. The surgeon’s scrubs she’d provided to sneak him past security, lay in a crumpled heap, beneath the bath towel he must’ve used after showering. In her fantasies, they would have showered together, but in reality they were not yet lovers. She wanted him alright, but she needed him to clearly understand that she had helped him because it was the right thing to do, not because of her attraction to him.

Khan had marked her as his weeks ago, with secret, passionate kisses shared whenever they had been able to manage stolen moments out of the surveillance cameras view. He’d painted the flesh of her neck and decolletage with deep purple love bites, which she had always been careful to hide from her colleagues. And the touch of his powerful hands could be tender at times, rough and rushed at others. Just considering it, Diana’s found herself panting with desire, her nipples pebbling at the memory of his eager, relentless touch. Wanting all of that and more. Now.

Khan lay on his side, and Diana was sorely tempted to move to the opposite edge of the bed to satisfy a prurient curiosity. Though she had never seen his manhood, or been bold enough to touch it beneath his hospital gown, she had certainly felt it during the heated press of their forbidden embraces. Had felt his arousal trapped against her, the extraordinary length and girth of his erection shocking he that first time—until she considered later that his well above average size was surely another manifestation of the genetic manipulation that had created him. Each time that had followed both dizzied and daunted her. Even now, the same hot blush she had felt at those moments, returned to her cheeks, along with the titillating thoughts of what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside her.

Again, as a nurse, she knew she needn’t fear for his size, for her body could accommodate him; and as a woman, it had fueled a series of escalating fantasies in which Khan would take her in any number of licentious, passionate (for her heart had perceived that he would be an attentive, lustful lover, just from the passion he expressed about saving his people and exacting retribution on Markus, and from that which he spent upon her when he held her close), and divinely satisfying ways.

Inevitably, such recollections left a wet heat throbbing between her thighs. As it had on a few recent nights in the dark of her bedroom, in the solitude of her lonely bed. A need so insistent that she’d been unable to sleep, leading Diana to resolve if for herself, while imaging Khan’s long, elegant fingers doing the deed as he husked everything he planned to do to her against her ear.

Diana bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, needing to shake off her inappropriate thoughts and the fever they had awakened in her veins. He deserves so much better from me, after everything he’s been through! And if he wants me too…when he wants me...I want Khan to lead the way. Not because he’s grateful for my help, or thinks he owes me something. But because his heart is invested with being with me—just as mine is, with him.

As quietly as she could, Diana moved to the dresser and filled two drawers with the clothing she had bought for him. Smiling mischievously in the semi dark, she held back a single pair of briefs, pants and a shirt, and then laid them on the bottom corner of the bed, across from his feet. That’ll be enough for Khan to know I saw him this way, she sighed wistfully. Naked and beautiful beyond any man I’ve ever known. Known and wanted. I hope he’ll understand that I respect him too much to give into temptation—even if he doesn’t already realize that I’m in love with him.

Without allowing herself a backward glance, Diana headed for the sofa and laid down fully clothed, thinking sleep might elude her for a while tonight, as her blood still hummed through her veins with wanting him. His name, along with the phrase ‘my dark, magnificent prince’ echoed again and again through her mind.

@khan-stid

[alltoolewis]

Mason mount one where you perform at the champion league final and his family are waiting for you off stage

It was the 29th may, which only ment one thing... it was the champions league final. Nerves were running through the mount household for weeks but Not just for mason, for you... you are a successful singer who has had one the best years of your music career, from multiple number one singles and a best selling album to winning best new artist at the grammy awards. What would be a better way to end that year than to perform at the champions league final.. the final that your boyfriend happened to be playing in.

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You were in your dressing room, taking one last look at yourself, you couldn't stop the negative thoughts racing in your head.... what if i forget the words? What if i miss a step? What if i fall? Thoughts stopping as there was a knock on the door.

"(Y/N)? You ready" lewis, masons brother walks in with his mom, debbie both giving you a big hug.

"You look so beautiful doll" debbie sighs admiring your outfit, a royal blue playsuit with small diamonds covering it.

"Thank you" you mumbled out, still letting the negative thoughts get to you.

"Hey now, dont be nervous (Y/N)! Listen to me your gonna kill it! Don't focus on the crowd focus on us, were here for you. Dont tell mase" lewis whispers to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear "but I'm really here to see your set"

Chucking you give him one last hug before looking at your phone one last time to see a good luck message from mason letting you know that him and the boys were watching.

"Right then... lets get this party started eh?" Lewis wraps his arms round your shoulder hyping you up. "You'll be okay" smiling down at you.

And you were... performing one of the best sets of your career. Running off to be brought in a massive hug with masons family... your family.

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I loved this idea!!! Thank you so much for requesting 🥰

Requests are open! Heres some of the players i write for~

Trent alexander-arnold, dominic calvert-lewin, mason mount, dele, jadon sancho, ben chilwell, james maddison, curtis jones, neco williams, marcus rashford, jesse lingard, declan rice, julian brandt, harry winks, ben godfrey, kai havertz, mason greenwood, neymar, kylian mbappe, Christian pulisic

[oh-great-authoress]

Lower your shields. Tell me where he is.

[best-star-trek-character]

Official AOS Character Bracket!

And here’s the final bracket! Round One will go live tomorrow, 7/24 at 10 am EST!

Full List:

Round One:

Left Side:

Admiral Alexander Marcus vs. Chief Engineer Olson: poll here

Kalara vs. Keenser: poll here

Ayel vs. Ben Sulu: poll here

Khan vs. Captain Christopher Pike: poll here

Krall vs. Nero: poll here

Nyota Uhura vs. Commodore Paris: poll here

Montgomery Scott vs. Dr. Carol Marcus: poll here

Hikaru Sulu vs. Thomas Harewood: poll here

Right Side:

Pavel Chekov vs. Sarek: poll here

Spock vs. Demora Sulu: poll here

Amanda Grayson vs. Kevin: poll here

Winona Kirk vs. Manas: poll here

Captain Jim Kirk vs. Ambassador Spock: poll here

George Kirk vs. Jaylah: poll here

Dr. Leonard McCoy vs. Syl: poll here

Gaila vs. Captain Richard Robau: poll here

Round Two:

Left Side:

Chief Engineer Olson vs. Keenser: poll here

Ben Sulu vs. Captain Christopher Pike: poll here

Nero vs. Nyota Uhura: poll here

Montgomery Scott vs. Hikaru Sulu: poll here

Right Side

Pavel Chekov vs. Spock: poll here

Amanda Grayson vs. Winona Kirk: poll here

Ambassador Spock vs. Jaylah: poll here

Dr. Leonard McCoy vs. Gaila: poll here

Quarter-Finals:

Left Side:

Keenser vs. Captain Christopher Pike: poll here

Nyota Uhura vs. Hikaru Sulu: poll here

Right Side:

Spock vs. Amanda Grayson: poll here

Ambassador Spock vs. Dr. Leonard McCoy: poll here

[rssspockuhura]

All that we can be and not what we are

Warning: Some M/M works might show up here because the Spock/Uhura tag is used in ref to S/U as a side pairing, past pairing, etc. Currently there is no way to filter and exclude feeds on Ao3 to get only S/U F/M works.Solution. Read at your own risk.

by anruiukimi

Christopher Pike just wants a few months of peace and quiet with a leg that behaves (and with everyone happy and healthy.) Spock just wants to perform his duties admirably (and for his friends and companions to be content and in good health.) Jim Kirk just wants a second chance (and for his father to stop getting hurt this was getting ridiculous.) Leonard McCoy just wants things to calm the hell down (and for everyone to stop getting in life-threatening situations.) Jonathan Archer just wants the universe to leave Chris alone for once (and for Jimmy to stop making them all worry.) Nyota Uhura just wants everyone to stop getting hurt (and for Jim to stop impressing her, she finally gave up on calling him Kirk.) Alexander Marcus just wants a war (and for his stupid mistake to go away, he's ruining everything.)

And Khan? He just wants the universe, but he'll start with Marcus's blood under his fingernails.

Words: 15891, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Western Skies

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James T. Kirk, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Spock (Star Trek), Jonathan Archer, Christopher Pike, Alexander Marcus, Khan Noonien Singh | John Harrison, Crew of the Starship Enterprise, Nyota Uhura, Hikaru Sulu, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Pavel Chekov, Carol Marcus, Phlox (Star Trek), Gaila (Star Trek: Alternate Original Series), Heihachiro Nogura

Relationships: James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Jonathan Archer/Christopher Pike, Spock/Nyota Uhura

Additional Tags: Crew as Family, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Wingfic, Dadmiral Christopher Pike, Parent Christopher Pike, Protective Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Christopher Pike Lives, Christopher Pike Whump, Christopher Pike Can't Catch a Break, Section 31 (Star Trek), Jonathan Archer is TIRED, Temporary Character Death, Leonard "Bones" McCoy is So Done, Fix-It, Protective Jim

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[penmanshipeb]

I like this book. I’d read it again. Alexander Crummel and Malcolm X are the two brothers that appealed to me most during that entire civil rights tenure after 1865. I never read about Marcus Garvey, but I found out about him from reading this book and discovering that Garvey is who had an impact upon Malcolm X.

This book is a biography and is a great one upon a great man. Understanding won’t allow me to wholly agree with his message at times, but his stance is understandable. Malcolm X is one who I’ve pulled up on Youtube just to hear his lectures, debates, and thoughts. I’m a learner, so I love to listen, so I simply enjoy hearing people speak who have something to say. This brother was passionate about his beliefs and about standing. Man, that’s all me.

 Walter Dean Myers book includes direct quotes from this great leader, citing words from his autobiography in this composition. So, while reading this title, I arrived at a statement that I could not just leave. I stopped and wrote it down somewhere that I could always easily return to revisit. It reads,

    “To come right down to it, if I take the kind of things in which I believe, then add to that         the kind of temperament that I have, plus the one hundred percent dedication I have to    whatever I believe in—these are ingredients which make it just about impossible for me to die of old age.”

This quote from Malcolm X’s autobiography is found in Myer’s biography. The truth of those words is validated by his legacy. I appreciate the change of direction and the stance this man took after realizing the crookedness of the man he was following and those also among him. Certain feats ought to be observed, acknowledged, and admired.

 Allah and Muhhamad are not the way unto eternal life neither am I sure that Allah is even the same God of Abraham. What I know is Jesus Christ was not just some prophet but was the living, only begotten Son of God: and that to reach the Father, one must accept the Son, he who died for us on Calvary. Therefore, I do not believe in Islam, yet I do appreciate the life and words of Malcolm X.

 If anyone is interested in this title upon this great man, support local bookstores, and purchase yours here (thanks): https://bookshop.org/a/56410/9781338309850

[khanolly-mizjoely]

H.O.O.P.E.R.

Once upon a looong time ago, @kendrapendragon and I discussed writing a fic featuring Khan and a holographic version of Molly Hooper who gradually becomes sentient and (of course!) falls in love with the bioengineered villain.

Sadly it never got past the planning stages, with some spirited debates back and forth over what acronym to use - MOLLY or HOOPER. I eventually settled on HOOPER but also came up with something that sounded vaguely official for MOLLI. What follows is the opening to what was intended to be a full multi-chapter fic. I polished off the ending a bit and decided to share it. No, it'll never be finished, but I hope you enjoy what I've written!

Holographic Operations Officer, Planning and Emergency Response.

HOOPER.

Khan regarded the still form of the ‘woman’ stood in front of him through narrowed eyes. The acronym was not his own, nor was the holographic program with which it was associated - but it would be very shortly.

Marcus had created her in the image of a discarded lover, Marlena Moreau, but ‘John Harrison’ had no desire to work with such a monument to the admiral’s ego. “Alter image per specifications Singh two-two-one-b,” he recited.

“Working.” The flat female voice of the computer sounded from his private computer console, and he leaned back in his chair to observe this first, small step into his second rebellion against the slavery imposed on him by Alexander Marcus.

The man he’d vowed to destroy.

The image wavered, shimmered, then stabilized. The hologram was still female, still Caucasian, still aged at approximately late 20s, still petite and slender - but otherwise utterly different. The red hair was now a cinnamon brown; the green eyes were now a honeyed brown. The overly ripe figure - clearly designed for male fantasies - had been slimmed down. Breasts a pleasing handful rather than exaggerated mounds, hips slimmer, lips smaller, eyes slightly larger, nose upturned (that last being a sudden fit of whimsy that had overcome him late one evening after rereading A Midsummer’s Night Dream and picturing Titania with just such a nose).

Of course the hologram’s appearance didn’t matter. He could have altered it to look like anyone - his dearest (dead) friend Joachim, or Marygay, or Gregor (dead, all dead) - but instead had chosen to subvert Marcus’ fantasy woman into his own, for reasons he chose not to examine too closely.

No, appearance wasn’t important, only function - and now that he had been able to access the complex series of programs that brought the hologram into existence, he would be able to infiltrate and subtly alter those functions. Add to them. Make HOOPER more than the sum of her many parts.

“Implement Holmes protocol,” he ordered the computer, once again stating the same authorization code. The one he had gambled that neither Marcus nor his many minions had discovered. If they had, and were merely giving him enough rope to hang himself - well, he’d been a dead man for over three centuries; to truly die would be a relief at this point.

Especially since his crew, his family, were already lost to him.

He pushed away the welling grief with practiced ease. His first instinct had been to rampage, to destroy Marcus as he himself had been destroyed by the knowledge that he was truly alone in this century. But instead he’d managed to rein in his rage, cunning enough to use the savagery Marcus coveted for his own gain.

Revenge was a dish best served cold. The Klingons were attributed that aphorism, but it was the Arabs of a century previous even to his own who had first said it. “It’s very cold in space,” he whispered as he waited patiently for the results of his Holmes protocol - or his own undoing.

The image fractured, wavered, then stabilized. This time the hologram’s brown eyes met his, and she gave him the same appraising look he was giving her. “What are your orders, my lord Khan?” she asked in softly accented British tones.

His lips curled in a smile. “Excellent,” he breathed. The protocol had worked; HOOPER was now his. “Your name is Molly,” he informed her. “You will answer only to me or to anyone I have designated as my representative. Do you understand?”

She nodded. “Molly,” she repeated. “Military Operations Logistical Liaison & Infiltration.” Her soft pink lips curved in a smile to match his. “Now my lord, shall we begin?”

Marcus would regret ever awakening him, and MOLLI would be instrumental in his undoing.

[sarcastic-space-gal]

Dark Past (Part 1)

Summary: Black shirts are supposed to be the most trained and deadly members of the Starfleet. However, they are considered just stories or legends, because no one has ever saw one before. But after John Harrison attacks the London’s Archive, the Enterprise may acquire a new crew member.

Part 2 

Pairing: ?

Word Count: 2k

Warning: Fighting (?)

A/N: Hi everyone! It was a long time since I wrote for Star Trek and I thought this was the time for another story. The pairing is voluntarily mysterious, if you want to guess who will be, send me a message or comment!  Hope you will like it, feedback is always appreciated. Love you all xoxo

The only one or the last one? Everyone who ever looked at you wondered about that every time, whether it was out loud or in their mind, and even he didn’t want to admit it, Kirk did ask to himself the same thing. I mean, seeing a black shirt was rather rare in the Starfleet, many of the crew members around the ships always thought about them as legends or as made up stories used to intimidate the enemies. As the Captain thought, they were probably rumors, just some odd, silly stories told by students in the Academia. Turned out, it was totally untrue.

When Admiral Pike convened all the Captains in order to decide what to do about John Harrison, Kirk couldn’t help but find in Pike’s expression a slight hint of concern: John Harrison was probably more than just a terrorist, what was his real purpose?

Admiral Marcus entered the meeting room “Be seated”

“By now some of you know what happened in London. The target was a Starfleet data archive. Now it’s a damned hole in the ground, 42 men and women are dead”

Silence filled the room.

“One hour ago, I received a message from a Starfleet officer, who confessed to carrying out this attack, that he was being forced to do it by this man, Commander John Harrison. He’s one of our own. And he is the man responsible for this act of savagery.”

“A single man against all Starfleet?”

“That’s what it seems” Marcus responded simply.

“I think we must introduce the black shirt”

After Admiral Pike had spoken everyone in the room started murmuring to each others both in surprise and amusement.

Marcus looked down at the table, hesitant “Are you sure about this?” he asked at Pike.

“Sir, what are you talking about? I thought that black shirts were just a story” a rather young captain said suddenly.

Marcus sighed and looked even more serious “Those stories are true” he said.

Kirk shared a confused look with Spock, who was on the opposite side of the table.

“But we have no time for a campfire story now. Kirk” he glared at him, making the captain’s eyes dart to him “the black shirt will go with you and your crew on the Enterprise, you will track him down and kill him.”

The Enterprise was his again. But something in all the situation just didn’t sound right. An archive? Why bombing an archive? What was his real purpose?

Soon after, Marcus invited him to talk about the matter, seeing him and Pike murmuring frantically.

What happened next was completely unexpected. As soon as Jim explained his concerns about the matter, the room shined in a deep red light as John Harrison appeared in a jumpship and attacked Starfleet Headquarters. It was a bloodshed. Many members of the Senior Council died along with Admiral Pike.

Kirk almost couldn’t believe it when he saw Pike’s limp body on the couch.

After that night Kirk was wracked, emotionally and physically. He knew he had to regain his composure, for him, for his crew, and for Pike: he had to complete the mission.

Admiral Alexander Marcus reinstated Kirk and Spock to Enterprise with orders to kill Harrison using a new long range stealth photon torpedo.

“Jim, I know you are here c’mon!” Kirk heard a far-to-well known voice coming from outside his cabin.

“Bones I told you already, I’m fine!” he said opening the door and quickly heading to the shuttle. The doctor was right after him with medical equipment steady in his hand ready to check on Jim.

“The hell you are” he said but the Captain could see his concern behind the snarky response.

With a heavy sigh he gave his friend a small smile “I’m fine”

Bones didn’t insist this time.

“Everything is ready Spock?”

“Yes Captain, we are ready to reach the Enterprise”

Suddenly a sound of quick footsteps echoed in the hangar as everyone’s attention was brought to Scotty. “Jim a black shirt? Aboard? I heard the others talking about it but I wanted to hear it from you sir” Spock and Kirk shared a look.

“It’s true” Jim said with a small smile. He wasn’t sure what to say, because the pieces of information he had were quite limited, even if he was the captain.

“Well, that’s a surprise” responded Bones folding his arms. The doctor was really curious and even if he would never admit it, he was rather excited. He wasn’t the only one: by the time they were talking, a small group of crew members formed around the Captain, probably out of curiosity. Word travels fast.

“We will all talk about the mission and the new uhm, member of the crew on the Enterprise, for now let’s just get there and gather everything we need”

With a shared sigh of delusion all the crew members who gathered around the captain quickly went to take their seats on the shuttle.

The Enterprise was ready to fly, all the check ups were done. Bones was gathering medical supplies in his studio when the sound of Jim’s voice echoed through the ship’s speakers. A meeting. And everyone knew what was the matter.

“C’mon let’s go and see this mythical creature” he said.

The CMO reached the bridge after few minutes and walked up to Jim and Spock who were talking to Sulu. Jim looked a lot better than few hours ago, as Spock kept his usual quite demeanor, with his hands behind his straight back, but Sulu was hiding a small smile, probably out of excitement.

“So? Where is the legendary black shirt?” the doctor said sarcastically.

“Trust me Bones, I was surprised too”

Sulu nodded “I think we all are, sir”

Suddenly the elevator’s doors opened to reveal a figure who steadily entered the bridge. The room went silent, all the chattering muted almost instantly as if their breaths were caught in their throats.

Adjusting the fabric of your uniform, you entered in the elevator and pushed the button. Your hands went behind your back as you used to do when meeting the Captain or the person in charge. Your eyes closed as you moved your shoulder softly inward and outward a few times, trying to relieve some of the nervousness. The elevator took just few seconds to reach the bridge but they were enough for your mind to drift away. So much time had passed since you joined a normal ship, with normal crew members, but it was quite refreshing you had to admit it. You opened your eyes again and saw your reflection on the glass doors of the elevator. The black fabric of your suit still fitted perfectly, even if you probably didn’t want it to be. This mission was very important and you had to handle it in the best way you could, as a black shirt should do.

With a soft sound the elevator reached its destination and you entered the bridge, feeling all the crew’s eyes on you. Even if you were aware of the fact that black shirts were considered nothing more than stories and jokes, that was probably why everyone’s mouth went shout the moment you entered.

Walking steadily with you arms still behind your back and a severe but calm expression, you approached the captain, who was now watching you attentively as you could attack someone at any moment. The men close to them looked the same way, only the Vulcanian First Officer remained calm, even if you noticed the slight movement of his weird-shaped eyebrow going up in slight surprise.

“Captain Kirk” you said, standing right in front of him “I’m the black shirt assigned to your mission, I’m really glad to be part of the Enterprise’s crew. My name is Y/n”

He looked at you hesitantly “We are happy to have you here, welcome to the crew Y/n” he then said with a small smile.

“Let me introduce you our First Officer, Spock”

“Welcome aboard Lieutenant” he respectfully said with a smile.

“Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu, the Chief Medical Officer, Doctor McCoy with his ‘legendary hands’”

The doctor turned his face towards Kirk and muttered “Unbelievable” 

“and Lieutenant Uhura”

You listened carefully and shook their hands, but all the time you felt two pair of eyes  on you, which you didn’t mind it at all. But now you had a mission, you had to keep yourself focused.

“So you exist” a male voice with a thick Russian accent caught your ears. The yellow shirt was a very young man who was looking at you in awe.

“Well,” you started, but Kirk quickly replied.

“I must say, as Mr Chekov has already introduced, that is very surprising, for all of us, to see a black shirt around”

“I understand that, we’re not so popular around”

Everyone had to admit it, your presence was quite intimidating, maybe for the deep color of your suit, but instead your voice was so calm and gentle, and at the same time steady and strong. They all probably expected a massive muscular mountain-looking man with a neutral face probably drooling in rage. Instead here you were, with the calmest voice in the universe and a killer look that rose in your face every time your smile faded. If possible, everyone was even more intrigued and they were all waiting to see you in action.

“Definitely not enough” Mr Chekov said with a small smile on his face.

“Mr Chekov, I think you should get back to the warp core”

“U- yes sir” he said before sprinting out.

You couldn’t hold back a small laugh.

“Well, Y/n, let me explain the mission”

Apparently John Harrison was now on Kronos. Perfect. Klingons. you thought. It didn’t matter what creature you would face, your had to complete this mission. You began gathering all thing you needed, eyes darting around your supplies with determination. When you were finally ready you headed towards the bridge.

Walking around the corridors was amusing: everyone looked at you like they saw a dragon let loose, but you were far too used to it. A long time ago this was normality...

Ten minutes had passed since the ship entered the planet’s atmosphere and even if the area was supposed to be uninhabited, a Klingon ship suddenly appeared in the sky. The captain had tried few quick maneuvers to avoid them but ultimately you found yourselves surrounded and forced to land.

Lieutenant Uhura offered herself to go out and try to talk to them, leaving you, Kirk, Spock and two others crew members aboard ready to take action.

“We should help her”

Spock looked at the captain “I would not recommend that”

Kirk sighed and then turned his head towards you “When was the last time you went on a mission Lieutenant?”

“Surprisingly not so much time ago Captain” you said as your eyes kept staring forward.

Some Klingon soldiers approached Uhura as she started talking to them in their language. Kirk’s hand tightened around the blaster.

Few seconds went by when suddenly the soldier talking to the lieutenant grabbed her neck ferociously, lifting her up.

“NOW” you shouted while exiting the ship as you started shooting at the Klingons. Uhura took advantage of the moment and stabbed the Klingon, who released the grip on her neck with a horrible scream.

Kirk and Spock, along with the others red shirts, followed you out the ship and started shooting too. The captain’s eyes searched for you in the battlefield but you were nowhere to be seen. Furrowing his eyebrows, he had no time to think about that and kept fighting.

All of a sudden, from an unknown position, someone started shooting at the Klingons.

“Where is Y/n? And who is it?” Kirk shouted while leaning on his back as Spock and Uhura approached him. That’s when he saw you, when they all saw you. With extreme agility you were fighting against the soldiers, swinging your legs and shooting, you never missed a shot. You were so skilled that all your movement almost seemed staged, as your eyes darted in every direction, fully focused. When all the Klingons around you were finally down, you looked up and saw a figure, your features darkened in rage. Kirk and the others looked up too and saw the mysterious figure pull off his mask to reveal John Harrison himself.

“John Harrison! You are-” Kirk started, but he couldn’t finish what he was saying because it all happened so fast.

Harrison jumped down from his high position without even flinching and started aiming his weapons, but, much to Kirk’s surprise, he was aiming them at you.

“You” he said in a deep and steady voice. He then dropped the blasters as you did.

Only few meters separated you both, as everything around you went silent for an instant: you stood steadily in front of him with an intense and undefined look on your face.

Kirk, Spock and Uhura shared a quick glance as they all thought the same thing. He knows her? What is happening?

“Khan”

As soon as you responded, you ran to him and started fighting with all your strength, punching, kicking as he did the same. Khan grabbed you neck but with a rapid movement you moved his hand away, pushing his elbow down and then swinging back your leg making him fall to the ground. You had no time to punch him because he had already stood up and punched you in the face. As nothing even had touched you responded striking a hard blow to his chest.

“So you work with them now?”

“Always had, always will” you responded seriously. He then took a gun from his belt and fired at you, hitting you on your shoulder.

“NO!” your crew members shouted, but they were all soon surprised.

You turned again towards Khan, your suit now had a big hole where the shot pierced but you weren’t bleeding, your skin was red but instead the wound was rapidly healing, leaving no trace of the hit.

Kirk watched in utter confusion as Spock and Uhura kept their weapons aimed to Harrison or… Khan.

He saw your skin healing and scoffed a little.

“Like I thought” his low voice pierced you ears. Analyzing the situation he asked one last question “How many torpedoes do you have on the ship?”

“72” Spock said.

You looked at him, your face contorted in rage.

He then looked back at Kirk “I surrender”

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Smutty Blog Introduction

Hello fellow earthlings! I’ve been debating for a while now on whether or not to become more active on this platform. Given the short nature (ish) of the content here, it seems like a good option given that I’m currently quite busy with Uni and other life stuff in general, but still feel that writer’s itch and wish to write down thoughts and ideas to explore some creative avenues. Now, for that to happen, I’m more than happy to take requests, given that I’m a part of quite a few fandoms. I’ll also add the characters I’d be willing to write for, so you guys get an idea as to what to expect.

That being said, this is a blog largely dedicated to all the smutty fics I come up with, so it’ll mostly be one-shots, drabbles, headcannons, NSWF alphabets, etc. I reserve the right to not write certain stuff because, well, I might not be into it (this includes underage stuff and noncon, straight off the bat, sorry, that’s just how it is). Other than that, please feel free to send me an ask of a request. Under the cut are a list of characters I’ll happily write for since I’ve watched/binged the show and have plenty of inspo for them. If you can’t find something to your liking, please shoot me a message anyway an we’ll see if we can work something out.

Actors/Celebrities

Actors I’d consider writing preferences, imagines or one-shots for, and any other characters they might have played in movies (as well as scouring the internet for pictures and mood-boards):

Ralph Fiennes,

Christoph Waltz,

Willem Dafoe,

Jason Isaacs,

Alan Rickman,

Iain Glenn,

Stephen Lang,

Charles Dance,

Robert Carlyle

David Thewlies

Cliff Simon

Javier Bardem

Bill Nighy

Tim Roth

Joe Mantegna

Hugh Laurie

William Fitchner

Michael McEalhatton

Timothy Dalton

Michael Sheen

Robert Sean Leonard

Claes Bang

Goran Visnjic

Oded Fehr

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

J.R. Bourne

Sebastian Roche

Jack Davenport

Colin Firth

Mark Strong

Henry Ian Cusick

Aiden Gillen

Alexander Skarsgard

Stephen Moyet

Mads Mikkelsen

David Tennant

Sci-Fi

Stargate (Atlantis, Universe and SG1) Characters:  SG1: Jack O’Neill, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Ba’al, Cameron Mitchel, Vala Mal Doran, General Landry,  Selmak/Jacob Carter, Martouf) Atlantis: John Shepherd, Teyla Ammagen, Todd the Wraith, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Elizabeth Weir, Carson Beckett)  Universe: Nicholas Rush, Cl. Everett Young, Tamara Johansen, Camille Wray, Chloe Armstrong, David Telford, Varro, Ginn, Simeon, Amanda Perry, Commander Kiva)

The 100  Charaters: Clarke Griffin, Marcus Kane, Octavia Blake, Lexa, Echo, Raven Reyes, Roan) 

Star Trek (For now only Discovery and a few of the main characters from the older series such as TNG, Enterprise, etc) Characters: James T Kirk, Uhura, Spock, Scotty, Leonard McCoy, Jean-Luc Picard, Data, Odo, Worf, Jonathan Archer, Paul Stamets, Saru, Gabriel Lorca, Phillipa Georgiou, Sylvia Tilly, Sarek, Leland.

Battlestar Galactica Characters: Admiral William Adama, Dr. Gaius Baltar, Nr. 6, Boomer, Starbuck.

Terra Nova Characters: Nathaniel Taylor, lol.

Westworld Characters: William/The man in Black, Delores, Mave.

Fantasy

Harry Potter Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Rufus Scrimgeour, Minerva McGonagall.

Games of Thrones Characters: Jorah Mormont, Tywin Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Roose Bolton, Khal Drogo, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Eddard Stark, Oberyn Martell, Bronn

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Characters: Zelda Spellman, Faustus Blackwood, Madam Satan

Supernatural Characters:  John Winchester, Ruby, Crowley, Lucifer, Balthazar, Naomi.

True Blood Characters: Eric Northman, Russel Edgington, William Compton, Jessica Hamby, Sam Merlotte, Alcide Herveaux, Pam.

Vampire Diaries Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Katherine, Elijah Mikaelson, Mikael, Alaric Saltzman, Bonnie.

Reign Characters: Mary Stuart, Sebastian, Kenna, Stephan Narcisse, King Henry II, Gideon Blackburn, Aloysius Castelroy.

The OA Characters: Prairie, Hunter Aloysius Percy (HAP).

Penny Dreadful Characters: Malcolm Murray, Vanessa Ives, Ethan Chandler, Brona Croft, Dorian Gray, Victor Frankenstein, Dracula, Dr. Henry Jekyll.

Grimm Characters: Nick Burkhardt, Juliette Silverton, Captain Sean Renard.

Miscellaneous

Aquaman Characters: Nuidis Vulko, Arthur Curry, King Nereus.

Hannibal Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Dr. Alana Bloom.

Kingsman Characters: Merlin, Harry Hart, Lancelot, Whiskey.

The Lighthouse Characters: Thomas Wake

Pirates of the Carribean Characters: Hector Barbossa, Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth Swan, James Norrington, Armando Zalasar

Spiderman Characters: Norman Osborn

John Wick Characters: Marcus, Viggo Tarasov, Winston