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v-o-i-d-e-d · 1 year ago

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I've been binging romcoms with my younger sister and we just finished "To all the boys I have loved before" and now I can't get the idea out of my head: reader writing letters for different starfleet members without intending to send them and suddenly the letters are gone and being sent to their unintended targets (lol, probably Jim did it not knowing that they were not supposed to be read or something). Problem is: our favorite vulcan will too be receiving quite a love letter. Idk, I just thought it was cute, you can ignore if it's too silly ^\\\^

This was such a cute request and I love rom-com-type situations so I ran wild. Also, I'm sorry that this took so long for me to get out I have been busy with school and other annoying responsibilities! I hope you enjoy it!

Title: Message in a Bottle

Pairing: Spock x Kirk!reader

Warnings- none!

Word Count: 4047 my hand slipped

Lieutenant (Y/N) Kirk had been having a totally normal day. She completed her duties on the bridge as normal and had just finished eating dinner with her brother Jim. Now as she headed back to her room, she could not wait to shower, crawl into bed, and enjoy the next few hours of sleep before she had to get up and do everything again. When she entered her room the automated door hissed closed and she was finally completely alone. She took a deep breath and turned the lights in the room on. She almost immediately noticed something that completely ruined her peace.

Earlier that morning, (Y/N) was clearing out her storage closet and had sat a white box full of envelopes on her dining room table so that she would remember to find a new place for them. That box was no longer on the table. Now, one might think why is a missing box of envelopes a big deal? Well, they aren’t. It’s the fact that the envelopes were all properly addressed and full of letters to people she knew that she never intended to send. A few sappy ‘thank you’s to old teachers, a couple to her higher-ups including Captain Christopher Pike – the man who told the Kirk siblings to enroll in Star Fleet Academy. These letters would be slightly embarrassing if they got out but nothing (Y/N) couldn’t handle. After all, everything she wrote in them was true and she appreciates everything those people have done for her. There was only one letter in that whole box that worried (Y/N)—her love letter – a detailed love letter – to one Commander Spock. She cursed herself for writing and keeping a love letter in the first place though she didn’t anticipate the whole box would disappear. She tried to think back to earlier to see if she could remember if she moved it, but when she left her room after lunch it was still on the table and she hadn’t returned since.

“This can’t be happening. It didn’t just sprout legs and walk away!” She said to herself. (Y/N) ran a hand down her face and thought hard. She paused, “No fucking way.” She exited her room at a jog and progressively got faster as she headed toward her brother’s room. She slid to a stop in front of the white door of the captain's quarters and rapidly slammed her fist against it.

“James, open the door right now!”

The door slid open revealing a perplexed – and slightly afraid – Jim Kirk. He knew he had done something wrong for her to be angry enough to come to his room calling him by his full name. Of course, he had no idea what he had done but he decided it was best to try to start off ahead.

“Look, I know you’re upset about-“

“Did you move the white box on my dining room table when you were in my room earlier?”

“Wait, what? That’s what you’re mad about?” Jim scrunched his face up and scratched the top of his head. (Y/N)’s eyes widened and she briefly looked around the corridor before shoving Jim back into his room and following him in. The door shut with a hiss and (Y/N) closed her eyes and took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth. When she opened her eyes Jim was staring at her with a confused expression and his hands crossed over his chest.

“Please, for the love of god, tell me you didn’t mail those letters,” (Y/N) said as calmly as she possibly could. Silence followed her question and she already knew the answer.

“Well –“

“Oh. My. God.”

“There was a box of addressed envelopes on the table so I thought you needed them mailed!”

“Jim! Why would you mail someone else's letters? Isn’t that, like, illegal or something?” (Y/N) was absolutely freaking out and, for the life of him, Jim couldn’t understand why.

“I was trying to be nice! I knew you had a long day today and I wanted to take something off your plate! Excuse me for being a good brother,” Jim rolled his eyes at his sister and threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

“Well, jackass, a good brother would have asked before just taking a box from his sister’s room and now there is a love letter headed to your second in command!”

A long pause followed her statement. Jim blinked once. Twice. Then a prolonged third blink.

“What?” Jim had no idea what to say. (Y/N) groaned and ran her hands through her hair in frustration. She began to pace in the entryway and ramble about how dumb she was to write it in the first place and how she should have burned the letters when she had the chance. Jim finally shook his head to rouse himself out of his stunned silence.

“Why the hell would you write a love letter…to Spock? Or to anyone for that matter what is this 1812?” Jim chuckled at his own joke but covered it with a cough when (Y/N) glared at him.

“I don’t know! I like writing letters and I just started writing one day and it turned into a full blown sappy confession that I had planned to keep hidden till the day I died! Now it’s headed off to the last person in the universe who I wanted to see it.”

“Well, maybe this isn’t so bad.”

“I want you to stop talking.”

“No, I’m serious maybe this is what you two need to stop dancing around the obvious!” Jim gestured vaguely with his hands as (Y/N) ceased her pacing. She sighed and shook her head.

“Jim, we’ve been over this: Spock does not feel that way about me. And that’s fine!” (Y/N) and her brother had had many conversations about this subject. Always with Jim insisting that the feelings were mutual and (Y/N) denying that Spock would ever even look at her in that way. I’m his best friend’s little sister and his subordinate, she thought, He’s way too professional for that.

Before Jim could respond, both of their communicators chimed. They were being called back to the bridge for an emergency. They briefly held eye contact before rushing toward the door. As they jogged toward the bridge, (Y/N) continued the conversation.

“Okay did you just mail them today?”

�� “Why are we still talking about this?”

“Because I want to know how long I have to transfer to another part of the fucking galaxy to avoid embarrassment,” They turned a corner and the lights flickered before flashing red. The ship shuttered and Jim and (Y/N) struggled to regain footing.

“Is it bad that I’m hoping whatever just happened happened to happen to the mail room?”

“Yes. And that was way too many uses of the word ‘happened’.”

Six hours and several shots fired later, the trouble was averted. A rogue Klingon battalion had decided to attack the Enterprise while it was stationary and almost destroyed the engines but quick thinking from Jim, (Y/N), Spock, and Sulu had saved the day. (Y/N) was officially beyond exhausted. She was so tired, in fact, that she forgot about the whole letter situation and went straight to bed after the whole debacle was over.

Day 1 of waiting:

She slept blissfully and woke up rested and ready for the day. She had gotten dressed and ready and made her way back to the bridge. Unfortunately, her blissful restfulness was cut short when she laid eyes on a certain Commander and remembered the imminent embarrassment that was bound to ruin her life at some point this week.

“Good morning, Lieutenant Kirk. You look rested.” Spock greeted her with a nod as he fell in step with her toward the bridge elevator.

“Uh, yeah, good morning,” (Y/N) managed to only stutter once and she quickly cleared her throat. She shouldn’t be freaking out. They walked together to the bridge all the time. Of course, normally Jim is with them but still, casual meetings with Spock were not entirely out of the ordinary. As they walked, silence filled the space between the two and, to (Y/N), it was suffocating. Something on her face must have given away the fact that something was wrong.

“Are you feeling alright, Lieutenant?” Spock asked. His face was neutral but he side eyed (Y/N) intensely. Briefly, (Y/N) met his heavy gaze before looking straight ahead.

“Yup, feeling absolutely terrific!” She couldn’t even believe herself. Spock raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak again but, luckily for (Y/N), he was interrupted.

“Lieutenant Kirk.” It was Scotty. God bless him! (Y/N) thought.

“What’s up, Scotty?” Was that the formal way to address him? No. But (Y/N) just wanted to get out of speaking with Spock one-on-one.

“I need to speak to you. There are some issues with a few of the privates stationed in the engine room and I could use your help to resolve the issue before I throw some people out of the airlock!” His accent was strong with annoyance and (Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Sure thing,” She turned to Spock who had paused beside her, “You go on to the bridge, I’ll be in the engine room if you need me in the meantime.” Without waiting for an answer, (Y/N) hurried toward the engine room leaving Scotty to trail behind.

Day 2 of waiting:

It was only the second day, and Spock had already caught on to the fact that (Y/N) was avoiding him. (Y/N) knew it was not going to be easy to allude him while also keeping it a secret that she was doing it on purpose, after all – Spock isn’t an idiot and (Y/N) is anything but subtle. Spock and (Y/N) had a routine and of course in an effort to not speak to him (Y/N) had changed it so that she was usually off the bridge when Spock was there and vice versa.

“Lieutenant Kirk you are needed on the bridge,” Chekov’s thick accent crackled through (Y/N)’s communicator and she sighed. She knew Spock would be there which is why she was currently in the engine room recalibrating the warp drive. It was busy work that she normally wouldn’t do but anything to avoid the impending embarrassment.

“On my way.”

When she arrived, Spock immediately shifted his gaze from his work to her. (Y/N) briefly met his gaze before walking toward her brother who was seated in his chair with his legs thrown over the armrest. She rolled her eyes.

“What do you want, Jim?”

“That’s no way to address your captain, Lieutenant,” Jim had a smug smile on his face – as usual – and it took everything in (Y/N) not to smack him on the back of his head.

“Tell me what you want or I’m leaving. I was working, unlike some people,” She scoffed as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned into her hip.

“Okay, I am sending you and Spock on a mission,” Jim’s smirk got wider as he noticed his sister’s eye twitch in annoyance. “The planet we’re coming up on is supposed to be abandoned but there should be evidence of a previous civilization. I figured with your archeological knowledge and Spock’s general smart-assery you two would fit the job perfectly.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath in through her nose as she glared at Jim. She sneaked a glance at Spock.

He was listening in on the conversation – an action he deemed logical since it also pertained to him. His eyes were focused on the screen in front of him but he could see (Y/N) from the corner of his eye. He noticed her normally relaxed state was exchanged for tensed shoulders and a glowering expression. Whatever had been going on yesterday had most certainly carried into today. He thought. (Y/N) Kirk was one of his closest friends just as James Kirk was. Though many things that the younger Kirk did were illogical and not well thought out, she knew how to get the results she wanted and always figured out a way for everyone to be happy or at least safe. Spock enjoyed her company even more than he enjoyed her brother’s. She was smart, kind, and usually quiet if it was just the two of them. She was a challenging chess opponent and someone dear to his heart. Not that he would say that to her.

(Y/N) sighed, “Okay. When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow afternoon. We’ll be in the atmosphere at around 12 o’clock Earth time so you’ve got plenty of time to research and prepare. Why don’t you and Spock take the rest of the day for whatever nerd stuff you need to do,” Jim waved his sister off before getting up and leaving the bridge. (Y/N) glared at his back as he left before begrudgingly walking over to Spock.

“Hey, Spock,” she said. Her eyes were focused on the ground rather than up at the Vulcan who was looking at her intently. (Y/N) took a breath in through her nose before finally lifting her gaze to meet Spock’s, “Let’s go get some lunch and we can talk about the mission.”

Before the Vulcan had the chance to respond, (Y/N) quickly turned on her hell and started walking toward the elevator. Spock easily caught up to her before the doors closed and as the elevator began to descend, Spock spoke up.

“(Y/N), are you feeling ill?” Spock dropped the formalities and asked straight out. (Y/N) lifted an eyebrow and looked at her Commander with a curious gaze.

“No, I’m fine. Why do you ask?” This was a stupid question, (Y/N) realized. Her behavior was at best erratic and clearly intentional so it was only logical for Spock to know something was wrong. She did breathe an internal sigh of relief knowing that Spock hadn’t received the letter, otherwise, she was sure he would have confronted her by now – mutual feelings or not.

“You’ve been acting strange for the last couple of days. I want to be sure that your behavior will not negatively affect your performance on this mission.”

(Y/N) fought the urge to roll her eyes as the elevator doors hissed open. Of course. She thought. He’s only worried about this dumb mission my dumb brother is sending us on to torture me.

“I am also worried about your well-being, Lieutenant.” Spock’s surprising sentiment almost made (Y/N) trip on her own foot. She cleared her throat and shrugged her shoulders as they turned the corner of the hallway.

“I promise, I’m okay. Just have a lot on my mind right now.”

“Ah, yes, the letter.”

(Y/N) swore her heart stopped right there in the hallway. She hesitantly looked at Spock, trying her best to keep her expression as neutral as his. She didn't know how to respond I could play dumb, she mused, but he’s too smart for that to work. The man knows my handwriting so it would be impossible for me to deny that I wrote it. She took a deep breath through her nose, Fuck it.

“Yeah, actually that is what’s on my mind. And honestly, I had hoped I could just ignore the problem but I should have known that wouldn’t work with you.” (Y/N) rambled.

“Why would this be a problem?” Spock tilted his head slightly and furrowed his eyebrows, something that (Y/N) found impossible endearing.

“It could ruin things! In so many ways!” By now, (Y/N) was pacing the hallway and Spock was more confused than ever. “You’re my superior officer and I just sent a love letter to you! Of course, I wouldn’t be dumb enough to send it that would be my genius brother. But I was dumb enough to leave the box out and allow him into my room! But I mean, who mails other people’s letters without asking? What was he even thinking?”

“(Y/N) –“

“I’m so sorry! I seriously didn’t mean to tell you like this and if I’m honest, I didn’t intend on telling you at all! My feelings were supposed to be kept to myself! Well, to myself and Jim but he’s a nosey bastard who obviously can’t mind his business! I don't know why I tell him anything and honestly, I wish he’d just – “

“(Y/N).” Spock, tired of listening to her pointlessly rambling on about how annoying her brother is – a fact he knew to be true – grabbed her gently by the shoulder to get her to stop pacing. Now that she wasn’t speaking and instead was staring up at him like a kicked puppy waiting to be scolded his mind went blank. Spock was officially at a loss for words. “I was talking about the letter of promotion Admiral Pike sent you. About the head of engineering position.”

She wanted to disappear. Perhaps if she willed it hard enough, she could fade from existence on the spot. For once, it was running her own mouth that got her in trouble instead of her brother’s. (Y/N) tried to read Spock’s expression but couldn’t and that sent even more anxiety straight to her gut.

“Oh.” That was all she managed to say. She quickly regained her wits, “Then just forget everything I said and we can just go back to normal!” She let out a nervous laugh that sounded more like a cry and started to walk in the direction of the cafeteria. However, Spock hadn’t let go of her shoulder and as she walked away his grip slipped from her shoulder down to her hand, stopping her in her tracks.

“Wait.” That was all he managed to say. His mind was still reeling trying to decipher her quick words. A love letter. He thought. She loves me? He couldn’t believe it. “You love me?”

Despite her distraught state, she had to admit she had never seen Spock looking so dumbfounded, as if what she said was something he had never thought of in any scenario. His hand still held hers firmly and he gently pulled her back towards him. “You love me.” He said again, though this time it seemed as though he was finally understanding the situation.

“Okay, Spock, you’re starting to sound like a broken record, and the record is titled Hurting (Y/N)’s Feelings.” She chuckled only to keep herself from bursting into tears out of sheer embarrassment. This was the moment she was dreading. The absolute end of a friendship and a lifetime of shame. I’ll have to go into exile. Maybe I’ll ask Scotty to throw me out of the airlock. She thought. Just as she was about to speak again, Spock dropped her hand turned on his heel, and headed back in the direction they came from. That was when the damn broke and (Y/N)’s eyes welled up with hot tears. Blinking rapidly, she haphazardly looked around the hallway to make sure no one saw her before jetting away in the direction of her room.

“You left her in the hallway?” Jim was on the verge of shouting. He was absolutely flabbergasted at Spock’s behavior. Spock rolled his eyes.

“I was unsure of what I was supposed to do.”

“So you decided to leave my baby sister in the hallway, by herself, after basically confessing her undying love for you.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“Trust me, I am not.” Jim ran a hand through his hair and huffed out an annoyed sigh. He paced back and forth, a habit that Spock noticed the siblings share, before looking back at his second in command. “Okay, you have to go after her.”

Spock knew this. It was obviously the most logical course of action. There was only one problem: “What am I supposed to say to her?”

“Apologize for rudely walking away, first off. Then – and this is just a spitball idea – tell her you feel the same!”

Jim was actually convinced that Spock’s brain had short-circuited. Spock wasn’t firing on all cylinders because if he was, he would understand the logical thing to do. Secretly, Jim was happy this situation happened. He had been trying to the Spock and his sister together for months now but he found the process to be similar to cutting a tree down with a blunt axe.

“Beginning a relationship with Lieutenant Kirk would violate –“

“Not if she accepts the promotion.”

“She’d still be my subordinate!”

“Only in the same way Scotty is our subordinate! He only has to listen to us sometimes.”

“That is not how the ranking system works.”

“Who cares?” Jim was tired of arguing with Spock over something that seemed so obvious. Spock felt the same way. “Listen, if you don’t want to tell her you have feelings for her I can’t make you. What I can tell you is that no matter what you do the sentence needs to start with I’m sorry and end with something nice. Turn off the Vulcan side for a change, not everything you do has to be completely logical. Sometimes we just need to do things that we want.”

It must have been a strange sight. The commanding officer of the USS Enterprise stood stiffly in front of (Y/N)’s quarters. He was still trying to figure out what exact words he needed to say and he had taken to scratching at his cuticles out of nervousness. I should not just be standing here. He thought. Shaking his head and finally lifting his clenched fist, he knocked twice. Panic briefly set into his veins as he realized he was actually going to have to talk to (Y/N). A cold shiver ran up his spine as the door’s airlock hissed open and revealed (Y/N) on the other side. He could tell she had been crying, though the tears seemed to be mostly dry by now. Her red-rimmed eyes lightly glared up at him and she crossed her arms tightly over her body.

“Can I help you?” Her voice was scratchy and her words were punctuated by a sniffle. Spock felt an ache deep in his gut from knowing he had made her feel this way.

“I-“ He paused. Once again he was speechless but he was determined to make this right. “I apologized for the way I behaved. Leaving you there after such an important moment was not the right thing to do and I am sorry for hurting you.” Even as he did his best to keep his tone even he couldn’t help the slight waver in his voice.

“It’s alright, Spock. Honest. I’ll be okay and ready for the mission tomorrow. Like I said we can just go back to normal and forget about it.” She was offering him an out. He knew he could easily just take it and go but part of him, a large part of him refused to give up that easily.

“No.”

“What?”

“I do not wish to return to normal.”

“Oh.” (Y/N) believed this to be the final moment of friendship. He wanted nothing to do with her anymore. “Um, okay. I guess you can just do the mission alone or ask my brother to –“

“You misunderstand. I do not want to return to normal because I reciprocate your feelings of affection.”

Oh. (Y/N) thought. A moment of silence passed between them. Spock watched (Y/N)’s face for any sign of emotion but she seemed frozen. He wouldn’t lie, she thought. Vulcans don’t lie. “You do?” her voice was quieter than she intended, almost a whisper.

Spock took her hand in his larger one. “Of course I do. I believe an adequate way to put it would be you have bewitched me, body and soul.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help the giggle, “So you do listen when I talk about Jane Austin. I thought you found romance novels illogical.”

“Everything about you is illogical, but that is one of the many things I find alluring about you.” They both smiled. (Y/N) had only seen Spock actually smile a few times and each time it was like new life had filled her lungs but this time it was even better knowing that the smile was put there solely for her. And this time, she couldn’t stop herself from kissing that smile even if she tried.

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elen-aranel · 1 year ago

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Helloo~ May I make a Christopher Pike x reader request? It's a month old scuttlebutt, that the captain is involved with you, based solely on misconstrued events (leaving the direction of his quarters early morn in a rumpled uniform, stopping by medbay for a 'shot') Everyone knows that everyone knows, from cadet to captain. Except you don't. And noone has bothered checking. And the captain finds it funny (and you 'apparently' don't mind either as you've not bothered to shoot it down) so any moments you two have in view of others, he gives you a conspirational wink with some flirty banter. You think (hope) he's really flirting and not just being friendly.

Is it a bit much for a request? If so lemme know. Or i can commission? Idk. The idea hit me and it made me giggle with all the ways it could go.

Thank you so much for the request, and for your patience... this took a while! I hope you like the direction I've gone with it <333

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Pairing: Christopher Pike x F!Reader (no Y/N) Warnings/Notes: Reader wears the dress version of the standard SNW uniform. Food mentions, alcohol mention. WC: 5.8k

It all starts the morning after you spent gamma shift in a Jeffries tube. Well. Several Jeffries tubes, in fact, chasing down an issue with a relay that had blown and taken a bunch of circuitry out with it, including some life support systems.

You’re feeling good, though, as you step out into the corridor on a deck full of crew quarters. Yes, your red uniform dress is creased and you’re in dire need of a shower, but the relay and the burned-out circuitry are replaced, and all systems are back online.

You deserve a water shower, not a sonic one, you tell yourself as you head toward the turbolift, nodding to the occasional officer as you walk by them. You just need to make sure the ops console on the bridge is reading everything correctly, then your duty shift will be done.

“Commander, Lieutenant,” you greet Lieutenant Commander Chin-Riley and Lieutenant Ortegas as you enter the turbolift. Unlike you, they both look fresh and ready to face the day. Number One nods in greeting, but Ortegas looks you up and down quite blatantly, and you find you’re trying to smooth your skirt despite yourself.

“Long night?”

“I—” you start, but before you can reply—

“Computer, hold. Open the doors,” Commander Chin-Riley says, and as you turn, Captain Pike is walking into the lift. And somehow, even though you’ve been on the Enterprise for a while, you’re never not struck by his presence. His broad shoulders. How handsome he is.

“Good morning, Number One, Ortegas. Lieutenant.” He puts an odd weight on your title, even though of course he knows your name, and then your mind goes blank as he winks one of those blue eyes.

“C-captain,” you stutter, well aware of Ortegas trying to stifle a laugh next to you.

“Sleep well?” Una asks, something knowing in her voice, after the captain directs the turbolift to the bridge.

“I’ve had… more restful nights,” he says, and looks at you sideways, doubtless taking in your rumpled dress and less-than-fresh appearance. “Like the lieutenant here, I’d wager,” he adds, and you must have missed a memo somewhere because this ‘lift ride has gotten very weird, very fast.

You decide keeping quiet is your best bet — it’s a short ride, thank goodness.

But you can’t shake the feeling that there are eyes on you as you finish your work on the bridge.

It may have started in a Jeffries tube, but it continues in sickbay.

You appreciate knowing sickbay is there. Doctor M'Benga and Nurse Chapel are skilled at their jobs, and you’ve had cause to be grateful for them when accidents happen, from a pulled muscle during a workout to a painful plasma burn from faulty equipment.

That doesn’t mean you love getting your quarterly check-up and shots. But you decided early on in your career that you weren’t going to be one of those people doctors had to chase for their physicals. Every three months you turn up. You’re due for routine vaccinations against some common alien viruses that human immune systems need reminders about, and your contraceptive shot.

Not that you really need it, of course. You aren’t getting any. The closest you’ve been since you joined the Enterprise was Lieutenant Paulson, a senior engineer who sometimes commands gamma shift when you’re on that rotation. He asked you out to dinner on Starbase 1, and while you like him as a person, you had to decline. You’d known him for a while, and never felt any kind of spark. And there’s been no-one— there’s been almost no-one else on the ship that you’re interested in. But still, you get your shot.

Today your appointment is during your shift. You didn’t want to be interrupted; you’re working on a new scanning device to be used on a planet with an unusual combination of atmosphere and magnetic field, which affects the resolution of normal scanners. So when your reminder went off you kept hold of your PADD, and you carried on entering the design parameters as you walked.

“Woah there,” a voice cuts through the equations you’re focussing on, and you feel hands on your arms, steadying you as you stumble.

As it turns out, walking with a PADD is a mistake.

Especially when you walk straight into the captain in the corridor outside sickbay.

“Captain! I’m so sorry! I—I was— I’ll pay more attention.” You look up, flustered, into his blue eyes, suddenly keenly aware of the bulk of him, of the controlled strength in his hands. Happily, he seems amused rather than annoyed, that half smile playing about his lips.

“I do admire your... dedication, Lieutenant, but you’re right. Paying attention is a good idea.”

And as the doors to sickbay swish open, letting Chief Kyle and one of your fellow engineers out onto the corridor, you realise the captain hasn’t moved. You’re still in his space, and he’s still holding you.

“Captain, Lieutenant... are you joining us?” Nurse Chapel looks as though she’s suppressing a smile. “You’re, uh... both here for your quarterly shots, right?” she adds, as Pike finally steps back, and you walk with him into sickbay. You nod, mutely.

“Yes. Timed it perfectly this time, didn’t we Lieutenant?” he says, and he grins at you, knowing.

“Sure,” you find yourself saying, sitting down a little abruptly on the biobed Doctor M'Benga indicates. Is Pike… flirting with you? Or just being his usual warm self?

“This shouldn’t take too long. I’m sure you want to get back to your... duties.” M'Benga looks meaningfully at Pike, who shrugs, a picture of innocence.

“Can you blame us?”

You can’t help your smile.

But actually, now you really think about it, maybe you’re wrong. Maybe it started with the onions.

You have a shift free, moving from nights to days as you do on a semi-regular basis, since some edict came down from Starfleet that people shouldn’t just work nights for health reasons. It doesn’t entirely make sense to you; you’re on a ship, so it’s not like anyone has a real day or night, but being able to socialise with people who are always on alpha is a plus, and you suppose the same rules apply to planetary bases which do have day and night.

The captain has invited you to dinner. That isn’t special, even though you wish it were – he likes to get to know the whole crew in an informal setting, and it’s just your turn. And maybe you over-think it just a little, during the day, planning what to wear to make yourself look pretty but not like you’d tried too hard.

Either way, you are early. You only realise as you press the chime for the door, when it’s too late to back out.

But the captain’s smile is warm and welcoming. “Hi, come in, come in. You any good with a vegetable knife?”

You grin in return, relaxing. “Yes sir. It’s been a little while, but I can chop.”

“Chris. We’re not on the clock right now.”

“Yes, Chris.” You follow him into the kitchen area of his quarters, taking in the fire, the view of a green forest through the windows, all the details that mark the space as his.

“Excellent. That spatial anomaly today— well. I’m playing catch-up here.”

“Oh wow, you really are...” the vegetables are all laid out ready, and there are a lot. But then, you don’t know how many people will be here. “Set me to work. How do you want the carrots?”

Pike’s knives are sharp and well balanced, and it’s easy to chop carrots into even circles, and to dice potatoes into neat cubes. You chat, too, about the food he’s making, and the special unit he had the ship’s botanists set up to let him grow fresh herbs in space.

You’re pretty much on autopilot by the time you get to the onions. You know the technique: you slice them in half through the root, then make sure you don’t cut the root again as you cut from close to the root to the tip, then across into chunks.

“So, there’s something I’m curious about,” you say as you grab the next onion.

“Oh?” Pike pauses for a moment, hand poised over the control for the oven.

“The forest overlay you have for the windows. Is it somewhere special to you? It’s really lovely.” You blink a little as you chop. Perhaps you got a lash or something in your eye.

Pike presses the control on the oven, then turns to look at you. “No, actually it’s—” he frowns. “Wait, are you all right?”

You blink again. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Your brow draws together, and you put your knife down, turning to him a little more.

“Because you’re crying.” He starts towards you.

“Oh, damn.” You can feel it now — that tell-tale sting in your eyes. You look down at your chopping. “The onions. But I was being careful.” You sigh, blink again, and feel a tear roll down your cheek.

“If there are a lot it doesn’t matter how careful you are. I’m sorry, I should have done them.” He reaches past you, and you’re terribly aware of him in your space. He pulls off a piece of kitchen towel.

“It’s not your fault—” the words die on your lips as he turns to face you, blue eyes filled with concern.

“I’ll just—I don’t want you to use your hands—” and he takes the towel and dabs your face, and you suck a little breath in at his closeness, wondering why it has to be in a circumstance like this, when the door chime goes. “Enter,” he says, distractedly, blotting away one more tear before stepping back. “There. No harm done. But you should wash up. Ah, Spock, perhaps you can take over the chopping.”

You look round to see that Spock, Sam Kirk, Ortegas and Uhura have all walked in, just in time to see you with red eyes from the onions. At least, you think as you wash the onion off your hands, your makeup is waterproof.

Regardless of how things did or did not start, you’re pretty sure the captain only thinks of you as a friend. That this flirting is just a joke between the two of you... even if you wish it were real. Either way, you decide you might as well enjoy it.

You get back to the transport point from your solo hike on Chi Orianis Prime – it’s beautiful, with fluffy peachy-pink grass that’s soft underfoot and smells very slightly citrus-y when you tread on it, interspersed with lavender coloured bushes, with views of blue lakes and red mountains in the distance – right as Pike gets back from his fishing trip. Given how he’s carrying his cooler, it must have been a successful one.

You’re just about to ask him about it when Chapel and Ortegas arrive, with Uhura and La’an in tow, laughing together. They’re wearing t-shirts and shorts and sandals, carrying towels — clearly back from the beach, La’an actually looking like she might have caught the sun a little.

You take a step closer to him.

“Enjoy your trip?” The smile on Erica’s face is just a little too innocent.

“Yes, thank you. Wouldn’t have been the same without the lieutenant here, though.” Pike catches your eye, and you smile back at him, sappy, playing along.

“The captain’s right. We had a good time.”

None of your close friends wanted to go to movie night with you tonight. They’re showing a classic 20th century Earth film, Casablanca, and none of them were interested in seeing something that old. But it seems pretty popular with the rest of the crew when you get there. You pick up some popcorn first, wondering once again whose idea it was to put a Starfleet delta on the containers, and you head to find a seat.

Maybe it was a good thing your friends didn’t come. There aren’t too many spaces left when you go to sit down, but there are a few seats a couple of rows in front of where Spock and Nurse Chapel are sitting together. You settle in, allowing yourself three pieces of popcorn before the lights go down.

And right before they do, Pike slides into the free seat next to you.

“I thought you were going to stand me up,” you tell him, tilting your popcorn container over.

“A gentleman would never,” he replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice as he takes a piece.

The back of the shuttle is open to the bay, and Cadets Novakova and Manuel, on engineering rotation, are standing inside it with you, PADDs in hand. You’ve popped a panel off the inside of the shuttle, and you indicate a junction point.

“So, okay. You want to interplex the circuitry here. What will be the result of that? What are you hoping to achieve?”

“Well, the increased signal strength will improve thruster response time and efficiency.” Manuel says, shrugging his broad shoulders like it’s obvious.

“Yes, and we need better responsiveness for the planet. The atmospheric differentials are almost out of spec.” Novakova nods. “This is the easiest way to achieve that.”

“All right. And looking at the systems in front of you, will there be any other consequences?”

“No, there shouldn’t, it should just—” there’s a pause, then Novakova steps back, playing with a twist of her blonde hair as she considers. “Wait. That pathway, it connects to the impulse engine as well, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it does, and the boosted signal would go through there too…” Manuel’s fingers fly over his PADD.

They look at each other as the penny drops, and you notice Pike in the bay, listening in. You tilt your head and raise a brow in a silent invitation, but he shakes his head a little, content to observe.

“So if we interplex the circuitry there, we will get an increase in thruster efficiency, but at the expense of introducing instability into the impulse control matrix.” Manuel sighs.

“You’re flying along, minding your business and then boom. Impulse reactor overload.” Novakova winces. “I didn’t see that.”

You nod. “You didn’t. Because neither of you really looked. For what it’s worth, it would probably have worked on the shuttles at the academy. But these are a different model. You have to work with what’s actually in front of you. That’s half the battle.”

“Wise words, Lieutenant.” Pike leans into the back of the shuttle, and you can’t help your smile at the praise as the cadets turn to acknowledge him. “The two of you should take them to heart.”

You're sitting on a bench in the bar, sipping a favourite drink, listening to Ensign Thyra play an Earth guitar but sing a wistful sounding song in her native Andorian, when Lieutenant Ortegas sits down next to you. And then Nurse Chapel sits on your other side.

“So, you and the captain. How’s that going?” Christine’s opening is straight to the point.

You give her a sceptical look. “It... isn’t? Hi to you too, by the way.” You turn to Erica. “To both of you.”

“Oh, come on. You guys are not subtle.” Erica rolls her eyes. “It’s been scuttlebutt for weeks. Me, Number One,” she starts counting off on her fingers, “Christine, Mbenga, Uhura...”

“Sam Kirk,” Christine adds.

“Yes, Sam Kirk, Spock, La’an...”

“We’ve all seen it. I even heard the cadets talking about it. Everyone knows.”

You shake your head, putting your drink down on the table in front of you. “We’re not... I don’t—” you look from one to the other. “There’s nothing between the captain and me.” You take a breath. “He flirts, sometimes I flirt back, but it’s just a joke.”

“Doesn’t look like a joke to me.” Christine says, her voice soft, almost sympathetic.

Erica shrugs. “It’s okay. You don’t have to admit it, if you guys are keeping things to yourselves... We just wanted you to know that we’re happy for you. Pike should have someone on the ship. And you. You should have someone too.” Her smile as she stands to leave is genuine.

“I—I’m not hiding anything. But thanks, I guess? I appreciate the sentiment.”

Arriving early when the captain invites you to a crew dinner is your habit now. You enjoy helping with prep when you can, and having a quiet moment to chat with Chris.

But this time you use the computer to check that others have arrived before you get there. You try to relax; these are your friends, Chris is your friend, but with what Erica and Christine said… you feel self-conscious. Second guessing everything you do and say.

You leave as soon as you can without being rude.

You feel a bit self-conscious with work, too, although you try to bury it. Especially with Pike piloting the shuttle for this mission. You’re sitting in your tactical uniform in the back of shuttle Kepler with Spock, Sam Kirk, La’an, and a couple more science officers. You would expect Kirk especially to pass some comment, but even he is quiet, because Zeta Lyrae VI’s wind shear is every bit as bad as science predicted.

A long-range scanning probe identified it as a possible source of dilithium as well as some other useful minerals — visual scan only, though, because the strange magnetic field prevented scanning of the interior. But that’s where the scanner you developed comes in. The visual scan also tagged some potential ruins which Kirk will investigate, and there’s general surveying to do too.

You grit your teeth against the turbulence. You trust that the captain’s piloting skills and the modifications you and the cadets made to the shuttle will see you safely to the ground, but you still feel motion sick. You know, though, there are pattern enhancers in the cargo. Perhaps you’ll be able to beam back up.

The turbulence lessens as you get deeper into the atmosphere, but you’re still very glad when the shuttle touches down. There’s a metallic tang to the air as the shuttle door opens, but it’s cool and refreshing despite that, and you take a deep breath, settling your rolling stomach, before you get to work.

The dawn sky of Zeta Lyrae IV is muted shades of pale blue and grey, warming a little to mauve-pink at the horizon, where the two suns have just risen. Barren-looking plains stretch out in front of you, with a river lazily meandering across, and there are hills leading to mountains not far away to your right. It’s hard to make out, but the lines of dark stones partially embedded in the ground to your left could well be the remains of a wall, and there are other, more defined structures further away in that direction.

“Lieutenant, you have everything you need?”

“Yes sir.” You lift your last case again, the heavy one, and try to keep your face blank at the weight of it. You know you’ll be feeling it tomorrow, but its contents were too large for your backpack. “I’ve identified a site two kilometres away that’s suitable for the scanner base. Enhanced scanning should be online within an hour.”

Pike nods. “Kirk, La’an, you have the ruins. Spock, the science survey is yours.” He turns to you. “Let me help with that.”

“I’m fine, honestly,” you protest as Pike takes the case from you, fingers brushing yours for one tiny electric moment.

“We’ll make quicker time if we share the load. Which I’m sure Spock will appreciate.”

“Aye, sir.”

You notice that there’s no flirtatious comment today.

This planet feels a bit like a dream, with its dead quiet, muted colours, pearly grey sky and the two suns gently highlighting the landscape. The only evidence you can see of the turbulent atmosphere are the occasional blue-green clouds scudding quickly across the sky.

You pick your way through the pathless terrain, looking for any signs of life. While there are scraps of ragged looking vegetation here and there, a lot of it seems dead, and the planet as a whole seems mostly barren.

You don’t make conversation; there’s something about the planet’s quiet and your confused emotions that steals your ability to make small talk, and Pike is quiet too. There’s just the sound of two pairs of boots crunching on the ground.

Until you almost step on a flower: a seven petaled bloom in the shape of a star, pale blue in the middle deepening to grey-purple just at the tips. You pause to get a better look, to see if there are any others like it nearby, but it seems solitary.

“Are you all right, Lieutenant?”

You look up to see Pike has stopped too, mild concern on his face.

“Yes sir, I’m fine.” You straighten up. “I just... this flower is the only one I’ve seen, and I wonder... is it the last gasp of the life that used to live on this planet, or is it a glimpse of hope for the future?”

Pike glances at the flower, but his focus is on you when he speaks. “We’ll likely never know, but I... I choose hope.”

The site you chose from the visual scan is obvious when you get there. You’re at the edge of the hills, and there’s a grey cliff curving round one edge of a flat open area. Geophysics had identified it as a potential location for dilithium, and as you get close you can see veins of the pink crystal running through the rock.

Now you just need to find out how much there is.

With Pike helping it doesn’t take too long to set the scanner up. You start with the base in the case he was carrying, and together you fold it out into a large circle, locking struts and its three legs in place.

You attach the probe that will drill into the soil, the antennas to communicate with the smaller unit near the shuttle and with the Enterprise, and to facilitate scanning in the atmosphere. Finally, you attach the computer from your backpack which is the brains of the system — you can’t help your private smile of satisfaction as it comes online. The shuttle is far enough away that its systems don’t affect the sensitive scans, and when the probe deploys and calibration data flows straight through immediately.

You talk to Commander Pelia and Lieutenant Spock on comms, making adjustments on the fly to the different parameters, optimising the uplink from the scanner and away team’s tricorders to the Enterprise.

Pike checks in with La’an at some point, but next time you look up you see he’s a little way away, tricorder out, following a standard scanning pattern working outward from where you are. You’re a little surprised he didn’t tell you that’s what he was going to do. Then the scanner beeps as the drill returns a result outside expected tolerances, pulling your focus.

It’s easier to get lost in your work than think about him, and for a long while, you do.

“Lieutenant, do you see that?” There’s a note of concern in Pike’s voice, and you follow his gaze to the horizon to your right.

It almost looks like a distant rain shower would on Earth, but there are green lights sparking all through it. Like lightning but less directional. You take a breath, and realise the metallic smell has intensified, to the point you can almost taste it.

“Yes, sir, I do.” You turn and meet Pike’s eyes.

“Plasma storm?”

“Plasma storm.” You redirect your scanner’s gain to maximum in that direction, sacrificing resolution elsewhere.

Pike’s tone is rueful. “Should’ve known when I scanned a burned patch of vegetation. It must have developed quickly.”

“Looks like it’s moving fast, too.”

“I’ll contact the rest of the away team, have them meet us at the shuttle. You start packing.”

“Sir,” you reply, distracted, already deep in the scanner readouts. You vaguely hear Pike calling Spock, then La’an, but you’re focused on one last scan.

“Lieutenant? I gave you an order.”

“Yes sir, you did, but look.” You point to the readout of the storm’s speed on the screen. “Scans show that even if we leave right now, we can’t make it back to the shuttle before the storm hits. We don’t even have time for them to pick us up.”

Pike frowns. “Options?”

“The cliff. There’s a cave system behind it. I don’t think there’s an entrance close enough, but...”

“Phasers? All this dilithium makes it risky.”

“Plasma burns are no fun, sir. I would know.”

He raises a brow. “Sounds like a story for later. All right. Let’s do this.”

You grab your phaser from your holster and dial the power up.

“Fire.”

You focus your beam on the weakest spot, and Pike fires at it too. And... nothing happens, for long enough for a shade of doubt to creep in. Then there’s a sound, a pile of rubble, and a gap. Just large enough for a person.

The cave is dark. It’s big, too, enough that the torches on your vests can’t illuminate the other side from where you are.

The storm is still raging outside, but the sound of it is quiet in here; the narrow space you opened the gap into curved round for a few metres before opening out into the space you’re in.

Now all you can do is sit and wait.

And you’re so aware of Pike, sitting with you.

He’s quiet, and now you come to think of it he has been all day. Definitely no flirting. You try to steal a glance at him, see what he’s thinking, but it’s too dark, and you don’t want to turn to face him.

You cast around for a distraction, and find a piece of dilithium embedded in the rock floor of the cavern next to you. The surface is flat and glassy-smooth, but with a few imperfections, and you like the feel of it under your fingers. In your head you go over the dilithium crystal eigenstates you memorised at the academy in one of your classes in warp field mechanics, and calculate the power output you would need for your phaser to trigger different levels.

“Sir, I’d like to try something, to give us some more light. It’s safe.”

“Sure. Go ahead.”

You adjust your phaser to its second lowest setting, scoot across a little and fire on the dilithium, counting seconds in your head. It starts glowing red immediately, but as you shut the beam off the glow spreads, along one vein, then another, then another, until the whole cavern is lit up like its own galaxy, surrounding you on the floor, the walls, the ceiling.

“Wow, that’s—that’s good work. Thank you.”

There’s something in his expression as he looks at you, the wonder in his eyes melting into a smile, that makes you brave.

“So… I had an—an interesting chat with Chapel and Ortegas the other day.”

“Oh?”

“Apparently the scuttlebutt is that we’re dating... we’ve been dating for a while. They wouldn’t believe me when I told them it wasn’t true.” You stare out across the cavern at all the glimmering lights.

“Oh.” He exhales. “Hah, yeah… I’m, uh, sorry about that? Things… got away from me.” You hear him stir, move into a different position.

You frown. “I don’t understand. What are you sorry for?”

“I’ve always been interested in you. And you’re not the sort of person that’s cowed by rank – Paulson is your superior, in your chain of command, but I was in the bar when he asked you to dinner, and you were so sure of yourself when you rejected him. So that day in the turbolift, Una and Erica jumping to conclusions... Your face was a picture, and I had to take Una’s bait. But by the time she told me there was already a rumour, you were joining in, and I—”

His voice goes quiet, like a confession.

“I couldn’t stop. And that wasn’t fair to you… making you an object of gossip like that.”

“Chris, I—” but now it comes to it, you can’t find the words. How do you tell him that you wouldn’t mind, not at all, if only the gossip were real? “But you did stop. We’ve barely spoken today. Until now.”

“I can read the room. You weren’t up for it the other night. Or today. And… I would never force my attentions where they clearly aren’t wanted.”

“But... they are, Chris. They are wanted.”

The cavern is dead quiet, and you almost wonder if you actually spoke aloud. But the look in Pike’s eyes when you finally turn to meet them—

“Lieutenant Spock to Captain Pike. Come in, please.”

Pike shrugs a little, face apologetic, as he flips open his communicator.

The ride back to the Enterprise is as quiet, and bumpy, as the ride to the planet. Spock and the rest of the away team had sheltered in the shuttle with shields up while the storm passed over them, and when the Enterprise’s scanners had shown that another one was forming, they came to pick you up.

All the equipment you left outside was destroyed.

But you think, as you climb in the shuttle, you catch a glimpse of one of those star-shaped flowers, still intact. Still blooming.

And Pike makes a point to catch your eye as you leave the shuttle bay. It’s subtle, but you recognise the invitation.

You think you can smell food as you press Pike’s door chime, and the scent only gets more appetising as you walk in. The lights are low, apart from the fire burning brightly, and Pike pauses, apron on over his gold uniform, to smile at you as you walk over to the kitchen area.

“You came.”

“Of course.”

He picks a small bottle up, and pours from it into a salad bowl in front of him. “I hope you’re hungry… I may have gone a little overboard on the mac and cheese. I thought we could use a little comfort food after that planet.”

“It smells amazing. Anything I can do to help?”

“It’s almost ready. You could pour the wine?” He indicates to the bottle and two glasses on one end of his L shape table. You uncork the chilled bottle and take care of the drinks while he brings plates, salad, and the macaroni cheese, piping hot and smelling delicious.

Sitting next to Chris, rather than opposite like you might at a restaurant or on the other side of the L as you have when you’ve been to crew meals here, feels so intimate. As he reaches over to get some salad, or you go to pick up your glass to sip some chardonnay, you can’t help but touch. You try not to let being this close to him distract you… as intimate as this is, as hopeful as you are, nothing is settled.

You take a bite of your pasta and sigh. “It’s perfect, Chris. Creamy, the cheese— everything. Perfect comfort food. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You see him relax a little as you load up another forkful; he cares what you think.

You eat for a while in companionable quiet, then he takes a breath.

“I’m planning on demoting Spock. He has the worst timing.” He quirks one of those half smiles at you, the kind that make you melt a little, but then his expression goes serious.

“My position on this ship… I have to be careful of it. Your training – everyone’s training – tells you to do as I say. So, if I’m… interested… in someone, usually I try to set that aside.” He puts his fork down and shakes his head a little. “Clearly I didn’t do well on that score with you. But… I would have to be sure, before I truly pursue anything, that a person isn’t saying yes because of my rank.”

“I told myself that flirting was just a joke between us. That you don’t get involved with your crew. I want it to be real, but when people assumed that it was… It spooked me for a moment there.” You turn to face him more fully, to look into his eyes.

“I understand what it means for you to be Captain Pike. I understand that the Enterprise comes before me. But I felt that—that pull toward you, long before whatever this was started. It’s not your rank, your position of authority, Chris, it’s you.”

Chris stands from his chair, reaching a hand out to you. You stand and take it, his fingers warm in yours, and let him draw you to him, feeling the press of his body all along yours. You stare into his eyes, and see a wonder there that you’re sure he sees in your eyes too – the knowledge that you can finally have this. But then your eyes drift shut as he kisses you, gently, unhurried, savouring the moment.

You part for just a second, and then it gets passionate as you kiss him back, one hand on his chest, while his other hand finds its way to your lower back, holding you tighter. Your lips part, his tongue finds yours and you taste him, and you can’t get enough.

“So I know your shots are up to date,” Chris says, voice gravelly, when you pause for breath. “Would you like to take this to the bedroom?”

“Yes please.” You don’t care if you sound needy; you just want him. He takes your hand again and leads the way.

You are not quite sure what happened to your dress. You remember Chris helping you take it off last night, but quite how it got this crumpled is a bit of a mystery. You lift it up from the floor, and try to shake it out, not very successfully.

“Breakfast is served,” Chris says, looking fresh and neat in his uniform, not a hair out of place. No evidence to be seen of your activities last night, or how little sleep he may have had. “Oh, did you want a new uniform? I can synthesise one.”

“No need. I’ll have time to change in my quarters before shift.” You pull it on and try to smooth your skirt. “Breakfast?”

“Waffles. And real maple syrup. I know this little farm—”

It isn’t far from Pike’s quarters to the turbolift, and the officers in the corridor nod and smile to you as usual. Until you meet Lieutenant Ortegas.

She looks you up and down, taking in your creased dress with a raised brow and a sly smile. “I saw the duty rosters; I know you’re on alpha today. So… you get lucky last night?”

You try to hide your smile, but you feel too good – you don’t really want to.

“Yes, Erica, I did.”

Everyone will know, but you don’t mind. You and Chris are at the start of something special.

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mara-tevith-solo · 2 years ago

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Steady as she goes

Wrote this because the chokehold this man’s voice has on me is umph. The audiophile in me never stood a chance lol

Pairing: Captain Christopher Pike x fem Starfleet Professor reader

Warnings: Smut! softdom! Pike, some cursing, age gap, healthy relationship, some violence, a lot of fluff, wrap it before you tap it, only a power imbalance on paper, reader is a professor at Starfleet Academy and a Commander, drop the titles at the door sweetheart, starts right before 2009 Pike finds Kirk

Rating: 18+ this thing is passionate

words: 3.6k+

"Come here often, handsome?" You knew that it wasn't the most conventional way to announce your presence, especially when the man in question had his hands in the oven to grab something, but you couldn't resist. He looked just too irresistible to you.

Pike jumped as he straightened quickly, a loaf tin between his mitted hands as he just stared at you incredulously "Y/n, you're early." He couldn't be mad at you for very long, if ever, especially not when you were wearing that red dress, or that shade of lipstick that just happened to be his favorite. Add when you smiled like that to the list.

You could almost see the stars in his eyes as soon as you smiled, his own growing smile warm and a bit lovestruck "Well, I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible before your Recruit Run." You admitted as you closed just enough of the distance between you to put a bottle of wine on the counter before you went to go hang up your coat.

"I actually have some exciting news about that!" He called after you as he closed the oven door.

"Oh?" You were quick to rejoin him in the kitchen, eager to find something to help him with.

He'd already poured two glasses of the wine by the time you returned, sipping from one as he watched you with an eager glint to his gaze "Command wants you to go with me this time, figure a young pretty face will help encourage the more shy prospects."

"Oh, well if that's the case, I'll just come back later." You were teasing, elated by the news but wanting to play with him a little.

You turned to pretend to leave, but his arms were around your middle as soon as you did, peeling a shrieking little giggle from your throat "Oh no you don't!" He laughed as he lifted you off of your feet slightly, enjoying the way that you were clinging to his arms.

"Chris! Put me down!" You giggled wildly, even as he set your feet back down on the kitchen floor like you'd asked.

"You're not leaving," He chuckled directly into the shell of your ear, the timbre of his voice shooting straight to your core, making you press back against him without fully noticing your actions "you're my prisoner until after dinner." His voice lowered with your actions, noticing the shift immediately.

You shifted so that you could look up at him, shifting your hips against his, his hardened length making its presence well known against your ass "Only until after dinner?" You asked softly, eyes flitting between his and his lips.

His mimicked yours, wanting so badly to kiss you "You're more than welcome to stay." He murmured into the shrinking space between you. You were almost certain that he could feel your heart beating as clearly as you did as his nose caressed yours, drawing out the anticipation until you felt like you were going to pass out. It was only then did he give you what you so desired. You could, and would, swear on a massive stack of every religious text in the Universe, that his kisses were made of magic. They flooded you with desire, they relieved the stress of a long day teaching, they made the Universe feel brighter on a bad day. Same thing with his hugs, or his cooking, or his smile. Ok, so Christopher Pike himself was magic.

Your right hand came up to caress his cheek, deepening the kiss gently as his own hands began wondering your figure, trailing fire across your flesh until you were about ready to start begging. "Chris..." You moaned against his mouth softly, your eyes half lidded with desire as you gazed up at him.

He hummed softly as one of his hands trailed down to the apex of your thighs, devouring your lips like a man starved as he pressed in right where you needed him, tantalizing you with the pressure. "Tell me what you need, sweetheart." He ordered with a rumble as he pressed in just a little harder, watching as you moaned louder, rocking your hips in a bid for more. He moved with you, no matter how insistently you moved, smiling down in the face of your pout. "Use your words, honey." He chided playfully. You couldn't help but whine softly, the sound born of need and frustration as you ground your ass back into his clothed cock, trying to entice him into just giving you what you wanted. "Y/n..." His tone was a warning, warning you that he would stop if you didn't do as he asked.

You whined a needy keen as you finally conceded, trying to not pout up at him "I need you inside me, Chris. Please, baby." You begged with just the slightest hint of desperation.

He hummed again as he gave you more of what you wanted, pressing in harder against your clit, applying just enough pressure to make lightning color your veins with sparks of want "You're asking me so prettily, but you need to tell me how you want me inside of you." You barely noticed as he began slowly herding you towards the bedroom, to a much more comfortable setting for the both of you "Do you want me to fuck you on my fingers until you're a drooling mess? Or do you want me to fuck you until you can't walk?" He lowered his timbre again as he spoke, uttering filthy promises in your ear as you began practically leading him into his own bedroom, kicking your shoes off as soon as you crossed the threshold "So eager."

"For you." You agreed shamelessly as he pulled you into him, one of his hands low on your back while the other aimlessly fiddled with the zipper of your dress, just to tease you.

Your hands were fanned on his chest, feeling as much of him as possible all at once, his heartbeat, his every breath, his every movement as he slowly leaned down and captured your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that made your hair stand on end. You barely noticed his hands traveling down, down until they were pulling at your dress, rucking it up on your hips in handfuls until you could feel the air unobstructed on your bare pussy. His fingers sought out your underwear for a moment until he realized that you hadn't worn any, pulling away from your lips with wide eyes "Now, Miss Y/ln, I might be wrong but it appears that you've been a bit naughty."

You bit your lip with a flirty little giggle as you absently played with the collar of his button down shirt, already down two buttons and rolled up at the sleeves "I had a whole plan, I was gonna tease you with the knowledge of their absence at some point tonight."

With a lust-filled groan he was attacking your lips, his kisses firm and insistent, they would not be ignored or blown off in favor of chaste pecks. He wanted your passion, he wanted to taste it on your tongue. "You'll be the death of me." He vowed as he let your dress skirt drop before he began working on the zipper with intent.

"What an admirable way to go." You purred as his lips left yours, trailing down the column of your throat as he slowly eased your dress to the ground. He let you work at the buttons of his shirt as he nipped and kissed your neck like it was ambrosia, leaving not a single square inch of it untouched as your fingers stumbled and fumbled with the small mother of pearl buttons. He would have chuckled if his cock wasn't so painfully hard, eager to be buried in your silken heat to the hilt. He did take mercy on you though, pulling away just enough to skillfully divest himself of the uncooperative shirt before impressively popping the clasp of your bra in one quick motion. His pants were easy to remove, along with his underwear that allowed his cock freedom, the head an insistent red as it wept a small silvery pearl of liquid. "It would seem, Mister Pike, that I'm not the only eager one here."

No sooner had you said the words than he was picking you up by the thighs and gently throwing you down onto the bed with a squeal of laughter from your lips. He didn't give you any time to recover or get situated, instead diving straight into your pussy, lapping at it like it was to be his last meal. You fisted his hair and the sheet with a breathy moan, your back immediately arching as he fucked you with his tongue. He groaned as he ate you, content to stay there all night. His cock throbbed with want, reminding him that it would not be ignored, that it wanted you too. He was slow to pull himself away for your core, slowly crawling up the length of your body like a prowling cat, eyes fixed intently on yours. His hands were firm as they grabbed your thighs, pressing them down towards your ribs before he was thrusting into you, hilting in one fluid motion with the most erotic squelch you'd ever heard. "Ohhh," He rumbled as he didn't wait to set a maddening pace, watching himself thrusting in and out of you, watching as your pussy drooled around him "so pretty, take me so well." He praised, making your walls tighten in desire. He groaned and bucked under the pressure, making you moan his name like a prayer, his hands tightening on your thighs as he continued "Be a good girl, Y/n." The order was half hearted at best, as though he wanted you to do the exact opposite.

You smiled up at him as your hands gripped under your own knees "Or what?" You asked as your purposefully tightened around him.

He shuttered as his eyes rolled back into his head, a breathy moan passing his lips as he bucked hard for several thrusts until he was changing the position completely, flipping you to your left side, your leg hugged to his chest as he began fucking you harder, deeper "Or I'm going to fuck you til you're a babbling mess." He promised, already fulfilling it. With every thrust, your nerves were like live wires, painting stars in your eyes as you screamed with the pleasure he so willingly gave you. Over and over again, the head of his cock assaulted your cervix, his name and 'fuck' a pretty little prayer to his ears. "Cum for me, Y/n." He ordered as he felt you begin to tighten around him involuntarily, milking his cock and his waning resolve "Cum on my cock, precious." You came on his cock with a squealing cry, the already obscene squelching that accompanied every thrust sounding like it was coming straight from a twenty first century porno, your pussy like a vice around his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer "Once more, Princess." He upped his pace, chasing both his high and yours, hitting your cervix again and again in rapid succession as you babbled and begged under him, cumming again in no time at all as he chased you over the cliff.

"Uhhhhh, fuck yes!" You cried as he twitched and came inside of you, painting your walls with his cum. He stayed there for a moment until he was sure that he'd given you every last drop, not liking to waste a single bit, watching intently as he pulled his softening cock out of you, at the mixed cum that dribbled out after. He was gentle as he let your leg go, knowing that your hips sometimes had issues if they were in a position for too long, and cleaned up while you went and cleaned up as well. He knew not getting a UTI was on the top of your sex priorities list, and he admired that you endeavored to be as healthy as possible.

You immediately settled into his side when you rejoined him on the bed, cuddling into him as he covered you both with a blanket to fight the chill "Excited for the trip?" He chuckled as his fingertips trailed up and down your spine lazily, your ear over his heart.

"Mhmm," You hummed contentedly before shifting to look up at him "I'll need to go home and pack though."

He nodded in understanding as he glanced down at you with a warm smile "I'll take you home after dinner, and then I'll pick you up at oh six hundred tomorrow morning."

You giggled softly "I honestly forgot all about dinner." the admission was soft as it left your tongue.

He joined your laughter before suddenly getting up, pulling you with him "No skipping meals in this house! C'mon, I made your favorite."

You pulled him down for a kiss as he began rummaging through his closet for something for you to wear in the interim, your lips sweet as honey on his as he kissed you just as sweetly in return "You're the sweetest, Christopher Pike." You praised him as you took the shirt he was offering, the grey material almost sinfully soft as it settled over your skin.

His eyes devoured the visage of you in his clothing hungrily, making you giggle and dance out of his react before he could start round two, watching him get a pair of pajama pants on from the doorway "It's our three year anniversary, sweetheart. I wasn't going to let it pass with just dinner and a movie. It has to be special."

"Chris," You felt like crying at how sweet he could be just for you "I love you."

His smile was beaming as his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin tenderly "I love you too. Now c'mon, before it get's cold."

*three weeks later in some bar in Iowa*

The thing that you enjoyed the most about Chris, was how you could be yourself with him, anywhere, in any situation. You didn't need to change who you were based on the situation and setting with him around. You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he'd support and back you whenever the need arose. And he didn't try to possess you. He knew you were with him because you wanted to be, that he was with you because he wanted to be, that you were more than capable of handling your own battles, though he was always ready to support and defend you if the need arose. He'd watched you put an extremely persistent, extremely large, Peléian Cadet in his place, very literally, the previous year. But there was something to that Recruit with the goatee that he found personally disconcerting. Sure, he respected that the man kept a keen eye on the female Recruits, and you, he just really didn't like how the man did it.

He found him to be nosy and dominating, inserting himself where he wasn't needed or wanted more often than not. Pike would be the first to admit that the women under his charge were all capable in their own rights, and you were certainly helping them grow and become even more confident on the road. So, the younger man acting like all of you were damsels in distress just ruffled his old feathers wrong. So, when the man began ceaselessly hovering around you as you spoke to a Recruit at the bar, he just knew that he had to pull the man aside and finally set some ground rules. "Recruit, I'd like a word." His voice was firm as he spoke, catching a blip of your conversation about how to pick courses the first year, and your eye, for the briefest moment before he was practically dragging the man away from the two of you.

"I thought he'd never leave." The woman in front of you sighed, her shoulders deflating as her tensions released, though she still swirled her drink in her hand from residual discomfort.

You smiled reassuringly as you took a sip of your own drink, something fruity that you didn't really pay much attention to the name of, just that it had enough alcohol to take the edge off your mounting headache from the man "The Captain will get him sorted. If he's not too stubborn. I've seen the Captain wrestle a twelve hundred pound animal that decided to randomly throw a tantrum, a two hundred twenty pound man shouldn't be too hard." You had tried to keep your tone professional, if not implying that you were at most friends with Pike, but she'd caught something in your tone, something that spoke to the true nature of your relationship. You noticed the change in her demeanor immediately, the brightening, as though she was about to ambush you with a whole host of questions, though the two men returning distracted the both of you.

It didn't take long for the man to find trouble, he and several others taking issue with a local who was trying his hand at flirting with Recruit Uhura of all people. She was the most capable of the group, and she was having no trouble with the local. Not like the four men were having. You stood as you barely caught sight of Chris's back in the other room of the bar, checking on the Recruits there and completely missing the tensions that were brewing. The goateed Recruit threw the first punch, attacking the drunk man with no semblance of self restraint as the local gave as good as he got until the others began joining the fight. You were fully willing to wait it out a bit more if the others hadn't stepped in, let the goateed man get a well deserved lesson, instead forced to intervene quickly as they ganged up on the man "That is enough!" You yelled, grabbing one of the men by the collar of his jacket and hauling him away from the fight. He didn't dare utter a peep as you glared him down, utterly disappointed in the lot of them before you went fishing for another "That's ENOUGH!" Your yell was more chesty as your hands clamped onto the smallest man of the quartet, his fist instinctively smashing into your mouth right as Chris was whistling loudly.

A hush fell over the bar as he called everyone's attention to him, his eyes glacial as they passed over every uniformed body in sight until they stopped on you. Your lip was fat and bruised where the Recruit had hit you, feeling hot against the air, blood sharp on your tongue. You watched as his eyes ignited with rage as they affixed on the man you still had ahold of, before they were back on the move "All of you, out." He ordered sternly, leaving no room for argument or refusal.

"You can whistle really loud." The drunk local who was draped over a table groaned with wonder as you waited until the Recruits had filed past the Captain before making your way out behind them.

His hand was gentle as it grabbed yours, stopping you in your tracks in front of him as his hand moved up to gently thumb your lip "Looks worse than it feels." You promised in a whisper as he continued to inspect the wound.

"I'll still help you treat it at the hotel." He promised with a deep frown. "I'm going to stay behind here for a bit, see if the towny needs any medical attention."

You nodded, wanting nothing more than one of his kisses, or even just a hug, but refraining because of the audience "I'll take the Recruits to the hotel and come back for you." You left without another word from the both of you, silent as you marched into the bus outside. You still said nothing as you drove it to the hotel, and no one said a word to you.

Later that night, you made your way into his room, the door adjoining the two rooms having been wide open the entire evening. He'd wanted to press the issue of seeing to your lip as soon as the front doors closed around you, but you had needed a few minutes to yourself, to ease the darker parts of yourself so that you weren't wasting what time you got with him stewing. He was upright in bed as soon as you came through the door, watching your every move as he turned off the tv "C'mere." He coaxed gently as soon as your eyes met his. One word was all it took for you to relax, sliding into the bed next to him. He was gentle as he handled your nearly healed lip, taking into account the scab that made a dark band over the warm pink "Looks good." He rumbled with an apologetic half smile. He felt guilty for not being right there when it happened, for not taking control of the situation immediately, of not getting through to the goateed Recruit better. As soon as he'd heard you yell, he could have sworn his stomach dropped to the floor as he rushed back to you.

You noticed the shift immediately, snuggling into his side as you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek "Thank you, Chris."

"Nothing to thank me for." He halfheartedly argued as he laid the both of you down, coaxing you to place your head on his chest. He didn't care if his shirt got wet from your hair, it was just a shirt. It'd dry. Why he cared about was that you were ok. You wanted to argue with him, but knew it was fruitless when he was in that mood, knowing he'd be a stubborn mule about taking the blame. So you left it, letting his heartbeat lull you into a deep sleep.

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make-me-imagine · 2 years ago

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Accidents Happen

Requests: Fake Dating and Friends to Lovers. Requested By: Two Anons

Plot: While you and Pike go undercover on a planet that has yet to make first contact, you play pretend that you are married. But, like most love stories, your real feelings come to the surface.

Pairing: Christopher Pike x GN!Reader *Mx. used once in replacement of mrs/ms/mr

Warnings: A kiss, that's it

Words: 2.1k

A/N: Unfortunately, the idea I had in my head for this was not successfully translated into writing. Buuut, I hope it is an enjoyable read nonetheless.

"So all of the information about this culture that we have been able to discover will be on your pads for easy access if needed. The clothes we have given you are similar to those from the opposite side of the planet. Your translators are well hidden and should not be able to be seen by them. Hopefully they assume you are just visiting and don't ask too many questions."

You nodded along as Commander Riley spoke. You tried to swallow down your anxieties and focus on the mission at hand. Figure out where the strong energy source you detected is coming from, find out if it is harming the natives, stop it if it is, don't expose them to the knowledge of alien life, leave, and move on.

"You ready Y/n?" A soft voice asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

Looking over, you saw Pike staring at you as he adjusted his bag. You nodded and gave him a small smile "Always."

He smiled in return "Good. Should be a walk in the park, remember, we're just visitors."

You nodded again in understanding as your eyes traced down the delicate red markings along his temple and neck, mimicking the same markings of the aliens. You wondered if you pulled them off as well as he seemed to.

The two of you managed to beam down without hassle, and made your way quickly towards the small village. A few people stopped and looked at you out of curiosity, but no one seemed alarmed.

Once you got closer to the center of town, you felt your anxieties rise when one of the native aliens approached you. You could tell by their more ornate dress that they were higher up on the societal scale.

"Greetings!" They said with a cheery voice that was translated directly to you "Welcome visitors to Machella!"

You and Pike smiled at him "Greetings!" Pike responded.

"I am pleased to welcome you, it is not often we get travelers through this area, but we are always pleased when we do!"

You felt the weight on your chest lighten as he politely greeted you. "I am Tixil, and this-" They motioned to another alien who approached their side "Is my spouse Henet"

"It is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Pike, and this is my spouse Y/n."

You felt your heart jump in your chest as you side-eyed Pike. Before hand you had decided to say you were simply just business partners hoping to expand your trade to new locations. Suddenly being his spouse threw you off.

The alien opened his arms "And how long do we expect you to stay with us?"

You finally spoke up "Only a short time, if there is a place of shelter we could stay that is. We would not want to impose on anyone."

"No, of course not! We have plenty of room for visitors!" Henet broke in cheerfully. "We will show you! Please, follow us!"

As you began to follow Tixil and Henet you stayed close to Pike.

"They seem like great people, I'm glad." He commented.

You nodded your head in agreement before you responded "What happened to us being business partners?"

You saw Pike side-eye you briefly as his lip quirked up a bit. "I thought it would be better in the moment. Form a sort of similarity between them, make them more comfortable. Besides, we can still be business partners."

It was clear in his voice that he was not being entirely truthful, which only made you wonder more about why he changed your cover. You felt a constant warmth in your ears, and butterflies in your stomach at the thought.

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As you looked around the bustling village streets, you smiled softly. You thought back on the last few days you had spent in Machella.

You and Pike were both relieved to find the energy source you had detected was simply a heating source for the city during the winter months, and caused no harm to the people on the planet.

Of course you assumed that meant it was time to leave and go back to the Enterprise. But when you were approached by Tixil and Henet, who insisted you stay a few days longer to attend a yearly festival, you were stunned when Pike enthusiastically agreed. He stated it was to learn more about their culture, but part of you felt that it was more than that

Over the last few days, as you and Pike had been pretending to be a married couple, things started to change. You slept in the same room, each night back to back, both of you pretending that you did not wake up in each others arms in the middle of the night. Neither of you knowing the other knew it too.

You spent most of your time within arms reach. You showed small signs of affection when others watched you. You even came up with a backstory about your relationship. During all of this, you were alarmed at how, comfortable, it felt, and at times it felt as though you were not acting at all.

Thinking back on the moment when you and Pike told a tale of your meeting and courting, you were startled when he took your hand in his, and pressed a kiss to the back of it. You were able to hide your surprise, but there was a moment when your eyes met, where you think something changed. A tension that had always been there between the two of you, starting to break.

"Y/n."

You broke from your thoughts as you looked to your left, seeing Pike watching you. As he approached you you smiled softly at him, noticing the immediate quickening of your heartbeat.

"You look great." He commented, and you flt your cheeks heat up.

Some locals had provided the two of you with colorful clothes to wear to the ceremony. They accented your figure well, and as Chris's eyes seemed to graze over you, you were glad you hid your bashfulness well.

"Thank you, as do you."

"The festival is starting." he held out his arm for you to take as he smiled at you "Shall we?"

You felt butterflies rampage through your body as you smiled and nodded as you looped your arms through his "We shall."

The festival was an array of flowers, foods, colorful garments, music, and dancing. Dances that didn't seem too different than some you knew.

Pike seemed to notice this as well as he leaned down at spoke softly "Would you like to dance with me?"

You felt your ears heat up as you met his eyes "Why do you know this one?" Your voice was a little teasing.

Looking back at the people dancing he shrugged his head a bit "Just looks like normal dancing to me, shouldn't be too hard."

Meeting your eyes again he smiled as he reached out his hand. Slowly taking it, he lead you closer to the others. As you began dancing, in what you hoped looked normal to everyone else, you felt you heart beating heavily in your chest.

His hands were wrapped around your waist, your hands placed on his shoulder and chest. You copied the swaying movements of the couples next to you.

As your eyes locked, you felt a similar feeling like you had a couple days prior. That tension beginning to break.

You felt him pull you a bit closer to him as his eyes stayed glued to yours. You could feel his heart beating underneath your hand, and you were sure it was just as rapid as yours.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. "I've enjoyed our time here."

You nodded "So have I."

"Uh, I lied to you before."

You frowned a bit "When?"

"The day we got here. When I said I told Tixil and Henet we were married because it might make them more comfortable."

You replied almost tentatively "So that's not why you did it?"

He shook his head softly "I really just liked the idea."

A soft smile crossed your face "The idea of what exactly? Playing make pretend?"

"Being married to you." He saw the surprise in your eyes and smiled. "I like the idea of being with you in general, actually."

Feeling that tension break, you let out a soft breath. You were sure the astonishment you were feeling was clear on your face as he smiled with mild amusement.

"I didn't think you'd be that surprised, after all I thought you might feel the same. Unless I've been a complete fool."

Finally finding your words, you shook your head "No, no you're not a fool Chris, I do feel the same. I just...I'm surprised you're admitting it."

He cocked his head a little "Why?"

"Well, nothing can happen between us, can it?"

He shrugged lightly as he hummed "I wouldn't worry about that."

You rose one brow "I don't know if I feel confident with that response."

He grinned down at you "Just take my word for it, it'll be fine. Things have a tendency of working out for me."

"That I have noticed."

He chuckled as he pulled you even closer, so you were flush against him. You noticed his eyes flick down to your lips briefly.

Meeting your eyes again, he stared deeply at you for a moment before he spoke in a whisper "Can I kiss you?"

Your heart was beating so fiercely, you swore you could both hear it. Nodding softly you whispered back "Yes."

Leaning in slowly, his lips brushed yours lightly before he kissed you deeply. You had both stopped moving, standing still in each other's arms as you kissed.

Forgetting where you were for a moment, you broke away in surprise as cheers were shouted out around you. Looking around, you saw Tixil and some others begin dancing around you as they placed a large circlet of flowers around the two of you. Nearby were a few more couples with similar garlands around them.

You and Chris looked at each other and let out amused, yet confused chuckles.

As Tixil began to yell out something in a language your translator failed to translate, you watched in bewilderment as others cheered and through a sparkly powdery substance over all of you.

"What's happening?" Chris muttered as he pulled you close to him.

"Hell if I know." You said with a bewildered smile.

As a few others chanted something as well, and they all began cheering, you and Chris locked eyes with mutual confusion. Tixil and Henet walked over to you and bowed briefly as they grinned at you.

"I am so glad you were both able to stay for the re-joining ceremony, it is such a pleasure to re-affirm the love between spouses."

As they walked away to speak to the other couples, you and Chris turned to look at each other.

"Re-joining?" He muttered.

You stared at him with an agape stare before you wondered out loud "Chris, did they just...marry us?"

He nodded quickly "I think so."

"Wow, okay. Is this what you meant by things always working out for you, and that I shouldn't worry about it?"

He looked down at you "Not exactly what I meant, no."

After a moment you both let out bewildered laughs as he pulled you close to him again. "Out of all the things that could have happened here, this is definitely not something I would have expected. But-" gently brushing some of the sparkly powder from your face he grinned "It's definitely one of the better things."

You smiled up at him "It's definitley one of the fastest moving relationships I've ever had."

"I think I can say the same." He chuckled.

"So what now?" You asked with a heavy hint of perplexion in your tone.

He shrugged a bit as he looked around "How's a honeymoon sound?"

You let out a laugh but smacked him lightly "No, seriously Chris, this isn't exactly what Starfleet command will expect from our mission."

"Well it was an honest accident, and we couldn't risk exposing our lies to the natives to get out of it, so...it is what it is, I think."

"So, we are now married on planet ZZ-1?"

He smiled down at you and nodded a bit "Look's like it." He looked around, seeing others beginning to dance again. Taking step back, he reached out his hand "So, what do you say Mx. Pike? Dance with me again?"

You let out a baffled laugh as you shook your head in astonishment but placed your hand in his. Pulling you towards him again, he grinned down at you in a mix of amusement and glee. This was definitley going down as one of his favorite missions he's ever gone on.

xx End xx

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Chapter 5:

Embry Call x FemReader (no use of y/n).

Sumary: You were best friends with Embry, Jacob and Quil. And you saw how each one of them walked away from you. What will happen when out of nowhere they try to fix their relationship?

A/N: Hello, again sorry to have disappeared. This chapter can be a bit boring but don't worry, for the next one it changes and there is an interesting appearance of Embry. Thank you for all the love you give to the fic💗💗

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Despite trying to keep your tears from falling and wiping them away every time they did, Chris noticed your anguish anyway, being such an attentive person it was to be expected. When he asked you what had happened, you told him the truth; that you had not ended your relationship with that old friend well and the wound was still fresh.

"Okay, we're going to Seattle," Chris said after a few minutes as he started the car.

You were so focused on wiping away your tears in the car mirror that you were sure you had misheard "Wha-what did you say?"

"We'll go to your house and mine to get some things and then we'll drive to Seattle," he said simply, his gaze focused on the road.

You were frowning in utter bewilderment and all he did was drive home. "Why would we go to Seattle?" you asked puzzled

"Have you ever been there? It's great; the Space Needle, Pike Place Market and the Big Wheel, you'll love that I'm sure"

"Christopher, we can't go to Seattle, are you crazy?" you were completely turned towards him now, Chris just had a smile on his face.

"Why not? It's Thursday, our teachers will be missing tomorrow, we have Saturday and Sunday and if we want until Monday, we're going to have fun"

You looked at him stupefied, but you had to admit that the idea wasn't so unpleasant, a change of air would be welcome and Seattle wasn't far from Forks, just a few hours.

He began to smile at you when he noticed that your silence meant that you were beginning to think about the idea and every so often that he took his eyes off the road, he would stare at you while you heard him whisper "come on" and "it will be fun", as if it were the voice of your conscience trying to dissuade you from accepting and in the end you did.

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You picked up from your house two backpacks that you used to use for school; one full of the most necessary things like clothes and cleaning accessories, while the other only had your camera, your cell phone charger and the remaining space was for whatever you bought there in Seattle. Your father asked you a couple of questions about where you were going and when he was satisfied enough, he just told you to always keep your cell phone on to keep in touch.

Chris did the same, only when he left his house he had a full bag of snacks and drinks for the road in his hand, leaving them in the back seat as soon as he got in.

He had tuned into a radio that was playing the latest hits of that year while you made fun of the ridiculous number of groups he was a part of; volleyball, basketball, debate, etc.

"You're even part of the group that's in charge of taking care of the greenhouse" you said as he stopped behind some cars that were waiting to pay the toll.

"Someone has to take care of those plants" he replied as he counted the money in his hand.

"Okay that's right, I give you that. Who else is in the group with you?"

Chris looked at you letting out a sigh, you were sitting in the passenger seat amused waiting for his answer.

You pushed it with your hand "Come on, who?"

"Alice Cullen" he blurted out.

You laughed at that, not to make fun of her or anything, but it was funny that Chris, who was afraid of the Cullens, would spend an hour straight every Friday with one of them.

He waited until he paid to answer you "Don't laugh, she's nicer than I expected"

"Of course it is, they all are" you said remembering the thousands of times you shared the odd class with them, Jasper seemed to be the most withdrawn but Alice was always there to make the time more enjoyable.

"But they are strange" he answered. Little by little your laughter faded and a comfortable silence settled in both of us. The road was normally dark except for the truck coming up behind you, considering it was a long weekend for no one but you and Chris, it was understandable that the road was empty.

You had taken from the glove compartment one of the gums that he had given you earlier, when you heard him speak again "Did I ever tell you... the story of my great-grandmother?"

You said no and while he was still looking straight ahead, he spoke again "She was...pretty normal; she lived all her life in Alaska until she married my great-grandfather and they both started living in Forks. "They lived a quiet life until the Cullens moved to Forks and she just…freaked out.” His brows were knitted and his grip on the wheel softened, his eyes darting down the road like someone trying to search their memories.

"The Cullens?" you asked softly. He seemed really nervous and you didn't want to pester him with questions, but considering that this was a topic he brought up himself, it didn't seem like you were prying.

"She said that she already knew them, that she had been to Rosalie and Emmett's wedding many years ago in Alaska, she swore it was them and she just shut herself in her house until she died. She wouldn't even go out to the backyard of our house and I was the one who spent the most time with her"

"That's why you fear them" you declared realizing, you never knew where his dislike for the Cullens came from but you certainly hadn't expected that reason. Her great-grandmother had passed on all her fears to him.

"She used to tell me to be careful, that they won't hurt me as long as I'm out of their way. It gets worse with Edward, when I'm sitting with you and my attention drifts to them and memories of my great-grandmother invade my mind, He looks at me like he knows I'm thinking of them. It's like he knows everything about me and I can't understand why" he finished with a broken voice.

You didn't know what to say to that statement, how to make him feel better, maybe there wasn't even a way. So you simply rested your hand on his shoulder, stroking it there slowly with your thumb. He smiled at you and turned the music up higher, making him escape the stormy memories of him.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years ago

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Trust

Pairing: Mirror!Christopher Pike x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only (Minors interacting with the work will be blocked)

Notes: It’s the end of the Pike Spike like a week later. This is just smut. Smut that has not been beta-read. There are no uses of Y/N or of Reader’s physical descriptions.

I didn’t tag my usual general list because I know not everyone is into Christopher Pike, so if you weren’t tagged and wanted to be, sorry!

Warnings: Explicit sexual content - blindfolds, blowjobs, gags, light slapping piv, unprotected sex

Summary: The trip through the halls and on the turbolift have been a touch nerve wracking—but the high, sharp modulation of the boatswain’s whistle on the bridge makes your stomach twist in shock. You had little hesitation in his quarters, and even in the halls, but now, you go still at what you're certain is the mouth of the turbolift. Christopher feels it. He gives your arm another squeeze, and then a light tug. Your feet follow, leaden and clumsily. Pike guides you with an assured calmness, towing you like a shuttle with its engines down.

It starts with a note and a strip of fabric.

You look at the piece of fabric, frowning, and pick the note up to get a better look at it. You recognize your Captain’s handwriting immediately. Your eyes skim the single line there, over and over. The words are straightforward enough, but the order seems deceptively simple.

Tie this around your eyes and wait.

You glance between the note and the fabric again. Tie it and wait? Wait for how long? And for what? You pout, setting the note down and picking up the strip of cloth. It’s incredibly soft between your fingertips. You raise it curiously, wrapping it around your head and covering your eyes. It’s got plenty of room to be tied behind your head, with just a little slack. You glance down, shifting over to the couch and nervously lowering yourself onto it. You tie the fabric a little more tightly around the back of your head. It’s still loose enough that you can see the fabric of your uniform’s skirt if you glance down.

You hold carefully still, unsure of how long he’ll be—how long you’ll have to wait. You force yourself to take slow, even breaths, trying to slow the thundering of your heart in your chest. As you finally manage to calm yourself, you hear the swish of the door opening. You swallow thickly. You want to curl your fingers into fists, to grip your skirt, but you force your palms flat against your thighs. You hear his slow, steady steps approaching. You know it’s for show—your Captain could sneak up on you if he pleased. The steps cross in front of you, then around, then behind. You let your eyes close as he takes hold of the fabric, and feel his fingers brush against the back of your head.

Your eyes open again as you feel the tie grow more tight around your eyes. It’s tight enough that your lashes brush the fabric as you blink into the dim. The light isn’t closed out from you entirely, but you can’t make anything out—no shapes, no colors, just the sheen of the glow. His hands drop away from you again, and then—silence. The room goes as steady and still as it was when you were alone, with nothing but the hum of the ship around you.

And then his breath brushes across your lips. You tip your head up, leaning in on instinct, a moth drawn to his flame. He looses a cruel chuckle, his fingers curling around your jaw and holding you steady.

“Should I punish you now, or later?” He asks. Your brow furrows, lips parting in confusion.

“Punish?”

“You could see out of the bottom of that blindfold. I know you could—don’t lie to me.”

“You told me to tie the fabric around my eyes and wait. You didn’t tell me to tie it tightly.”

Christopher is quiet for a moment before he hums softly in concession, his hand dropping away from your face. There’s a beat, then he pats your cheek lightly.

“Stand up,” He urges. You do as he says. He takes hold of your arm, leading you to the left—presumably around the coffee table, and toward the door. You don’t ask him where you’re going; you don’t have the courage.

Christopher gives your arm a light squeeze, tugging you two to a stop.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

Your tongue swipes across your dry lips. You know your answer the second he asks; you know you’d follow him to the ends of the galaxy.

The trip through the halls and on the turbolift have been a touch nerve wracking—but the high, sharp modulation of the boatswain’s whistle on the bridge makes your stomach twist in shock. You had little hesitation in his quarters, and even in the halls, but now, you go still at what you're certain is the mouth of the turbolift. Christopher feels it. He gives your arm another squeeze, and then a light tug. Your feet follow, leaden and clumsily. Pike guides you with an assured calmness, towing you like a shuttle with its engines down.

When Pike pulls you to a stop again, you go still. You hear the shift of his legs as he sits, and then silence, save for the pings and blips of sensors at various stations on the Bridge. It’s a moment before he reaches you, gripping your top and tugging you in. His hands lift, resting on your shoulders, and giving a gentle push.

You lower yourself to your knees. Your heart is beginning to pound more roughly in your chest. You raise your hands hesitantly, sliding them over Christopher’s knees, and down his thighs. Your breath catches in your throat as you hear the low zzzz of his pants being unzipped. You scooch a little closer on your knees, fingers flexing. You hear the rustling of fabric, then feel Christopher set his hand on the back of your head.

You lean in, swiping your tongue over your lips. You feel Christopher’s hand slide from your head, down to your jaw. He grips your jaw, giving it a gentle squeeze, and your mouth falls open. It’s only a second before Christopher presses in. He’s harder than you thought he’d be, but the warmth and weight of his cock on your tongue is familiar, and oddly comforting. Your eyelids flutter closed at the feeling, and the taste. You shift closer between his legs, your belly pressing against the edge of his chair. You slide your hand to grasp his shaft, curling your fingers and pumping his cock as you begin to move in earnest.

You hear Christopher draw in a deep breath, and fight the urge to smile as his fingers smooth over your cheek. You take careful, even breaths through your nose as you draw Christopher deeper between your lips with each passing bob of your head. A little part of you is desperate to tip your head up, to search for that approving, sweetly warm and deeply aroused look on Christopher’s face—to take in the growing darkness of his eyes, and the smug curl of his lips. But you’re glad that you can’t look up. You can’t imagine the looks that you must be getting from the crew, the sneers and glares, and the jealousy that they must feel.

The thought makes you squirm on your knees, and you squeeze your thighs together. You feel Christopher shift, pushing him deeper into your mouth. You flounder as you feel him curl over you, his cockhead tapping at the back of your throat. You gag just a touch, fighting not to reel away. Christopher doesn’t let you get more than a few inches, anyway. He keeps his hand on your cheek, stroking your jaw, and tsking when you lean back just a touch too far.

You finally manage to draw back, sucking in a thick, sloppy breath. You feel Christopher swipe at the spill of spit at the corner of your mouth before he gives your cheek a couple of light, slick slaps, leaving your heated skin cooling in the air. You peer at the dark band of fabric, lips parted and panting as you wait.

Christopher doesn’t leave you there long. You feel him curl his fingers around the fabric of your top again, drawing you up onto your shaking legs. You think for a moment that your knees may buckle, but Christopher yanks you onto his lap before they can. Your hands slam against the back of the Captain’s chair, breath caught in your throat. You feel Christopher’s hands slide covetously up your thighs and under your skirt.

You want to fuss, and quibble. You can’t imagine how the crew must be watching now—eyeing your ass under your rising skirt, jeering or pointing, whispering to one another. But you don’t have time to dwell on it for long. Christopher eases his cock into you, drawing you more harshly onto his lap. Your jaw drops wide at the press of his thick cock. Your hands curl around the back of the chair as you adjust to the slight burn of the stretch. Your cunt throbs hotly around him.

Christopher smooths his hands around the globes of your ass, giving an encouraging squeeze. You begin to ride him slowly and carefully, wary of making too much sound, or exerting yourself before you’re adjusted fully. Christopher’s grip grows a touch tighter, and you roll your hips a touch harder, fingers flexing along the back of the chair. You hear Christopher sigh impatiently, and your stomach twists at the sound. You’re too scared to apologize—you don’t dare speak. Panic rises in you as you feel one of Christopher’s hands lift away from your body.

You wince against the flood of light. It takes your body a moment to adjust, and you squint. As the bridge properly comes into view, you find Christopher peering up at you with a wily grin. You can’t help looking around hurriedly, wary of your crew and their scorn.

To your utter shock, you find that everyone else on the bridge is blindfolded. Now and again, someone will tip their head back toward you, but they can’t see a blessed thing. You turn to Christopher to ask what he was thinking, but he grips your blindfold where it's fallen around your neck and yanks it up, tucking it between your lips. He reaches up, gripping the back of the gag and yanking it, forcing your mouth wider and shushing you softly. Without another warning, he grips your hip tightly and draws you down onto his cock.

Your eyelids flutter at the force of the feeling. You bow your head, forehead resting against Christopher’s. The odd whimper and whine hardly makes its way past your gagged lips. You can feel Christopher’s grip tightening on you as he drives his hips up against yours. You can feel your body going hot against him. Sweat beads along your forehead and gathers in the hollow of your throat. You shiver as Christopher turns his head into your neck. He draws in a deep breath and groans softly, sucking a plush kiss to your neck.

“Nearly,” He warns. You nod hurriedly, rolling your hips more harshly against his. Christopher raises a hand, pressing two fingers between your lips. You close your eyes, sucking them with the same vigor as you had his cock. After only a moment or two, Christopher draws his fingers from between your lips, lowering it to your throbbing cunt. It takes only a handful of well-placed swipes; it’s sensitive from its neglect, and the sudden slick onslaught. The whimper you let out is louder than the last. You expect a reprimand, but Christopher chuckles dryly, and murmurs, “That’s it.”

You’ve never been so acutely aware of the coiling feeling in your belly. You plant your knees more firmly on the hard chair, rolling your hips in almost laboriously slow circles. As your orgasm crests, you bite down roughly on your gag, groaning through the feeling. Christopher’s pace doesn’t slow for a second. His thrusts only grow more punishing as he uses your worn, spent body for his pleasure. You close your eyes as Christopher’s cock twitches and spills into you. His hips don’t still right away. He grinds up again—and again, and ag—ain—until he finally sags back in his chair.

Christopher raises his hand, gently prying the cloth from between your lips. He draws you in by the fabric, brushing his lips against yours. You let your eyes slide closed as Christopher’s other arm curls around you, pulling you against his firm chest. He tips his head back as the kiss breaks, eyes wandering your dazed expression.

“Go back to my quarters and wait for me,” He orders softly.

“Aye, Captain,” You whisper. You nod a touch, leaning back and bracing yourself on the arms of the chair, carefully avoiding the screens and buttons as you draw back from his cock. You glance around at the blindfolded crew once more before you dare to dart in, kissing him once more. Christopher indulges it, smiling a little. His gaze wanders you covetously as you stand, straightening your skirt. He nods over his shoulder with a wink, and you walk on shaky legs over to the turbo lift, trying to take the quietest steps that you possibly can. You step onto the turbolift, smiling as Christopher turns to ensure that you’re on fully before he turns back to the crew.

“Alright,” You hear him call out as the doors close, “Remove them.”

“I know you didn’t fall asleep.”

“No, Captain,” You mumble. Still, you don't lift your head from where you’ve rested it on your arms. You feel the bed dip beside you, and smile as you feel Christopher settle over you.

“Why are you still dressed?” He murmurs, dropping a kiss to your neck. “You didn’t tell me to get undressed.”

“Did you like your surprise?”

“Yes.” You glance back, opening a sleepy eye to find Christopher watching you curiously. “Thank you,” You tack on softly. He hums, sliding his hand down, gently patting between your legs. You groan softly, squirming against the heat of his hand.

“Lift your skirt,” He murmurs.

“Now?” You huff softly, stunned. “Again?”

“Do you trust me?”

Your answer to that question has yet to steer you wrong. You nod a little bit, and Christopher’s smile grows wide and sharp.

“Lift your skirt.”

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winterscaptain · 4 years ago

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cuddling with hotch in the garden on a really warm day while jack plays in his little kiddie pool 🥺 just holding eachother and realising how happy he is i am SOFT

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

oh we love to see love in a garden while fondly looking upon the next generation

words: 437 warnings: one (1) sound of music reference

masterlist | requests closed

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The sunshine bore down on you, and you tipped your face up into it. The whole backyard smelled of sunscreen and damp grass. You’d been entertaining Jack for much of the afternoon while Aaron was finishing up some work at the office.

“Y/N!” Jack said, bounding out of the house in his board shorts with a towel slung over his shoulder. “Watch!”

You grinned as he threw down his towel and sprinted toward the slip-n-slide, eventually skimming along the surface of the water with a fancy little barrel roll at the end. You applauded and whistled.

“Ten out of ten, Jack! Well done!” You sat on the bench Aaron built for you by the flower boxes, picking up your book from the grass. You watched Jack play, doing his best to throw himself across the slip-n-slide at a higher and higher velocity at every pass.

Your sunlight was suddenly interrupted, and you looked up to find Aaron behind you, watching his son frolic in the July heat. His hands were deep in his pockets, and he actually looked relaxed for once.

When he finally looked down, he crouched beside you and kissed your temple. You turned toward him, your hands finding his. His thumbs ran back and forth across your knuckles.

You threw your sunglasses to the top of your head. “What do you say you get in your play clothes and come join us.”

“Play clothes?” He asked with an amused smile.

Your mouth twisted to the side, and you made a play at looking a little guilty. “We may or may not have watched The Sound of Music earlier today…”

Aaron laughed and kissed your forehead. “I’ll be right back, and I’ll make sure to leave my whistle behind.”

You smiled. “Sounds good,” you kissed him, “Captain.”

His eyeroll was undercut by his broad smile, pressing another kiss to your lips for good measure.

Jack was taking a snack break when Aaron came downstairs, in his board shorts and a t-shirt. He dropped to the ground at your feet, and you scrambled down to sit between his legs. He wound his arms around you and leaned against the bench.

Together, you watched Jack as he wore himself out little by little. Even in the heat, there was nowhere he’d rather be. With you in his arms and his son kicking a soaking wet soccer ball around the yard, nothing else mattered.

He kissed the side of your head, and you managed to lean even further into him. There was breath at your ear, and it made you shiver despite the heat. “I love you.”

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space-helen · 4 years ago

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New Year’s Kiss

Words: 310

Pairing: Christopher Pike x Reader

Request: What about Pike and the reader celebrating New Years? - Anon

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The hum of the ship was calming as your boyfriend took a seat next to you on the sofa in your shared quarters. He placed his drink on the coffee table as he relaxed back into the seat.

You picked up your PADD and curled up beside him, scrolling through reports and adding to them as you went.

Peering to the top of the screen you noticed the time “Chris?”

“Yes?”

“Happy new year”

Your comment took him by surprise “Y/N-”

“It just hit midnight on Earth”

The man smirked before pressing his lips to yours. “What was that for?”

“I wanted to start my new year off right”

“Well I uh… I’m glad.” you laughed at your own awkwardness

“Have you not heard of that tradition before? Where you kiss a loved one at midnight.”

“You know you grew up with more traditions than me Chris. Plus we’ve been together for 5 years and you’ve never done that before.”

“I have but you never realised. I always have a timer for new year on too.” he picked up his PADD and showed you.

You took the PADD from the man’s hands and read the label on the notification ‘another new year with the one you love’

“Chris that’s cheesy as hell.”

He grumbled and took the PADD from you “Well I’m sorry I just love you so much.”

You smiled as your heart melted. “You know our anniversary is coming up soon, do you have a notification set up for that too?”

He laughed “You have to be pulling my leg. Of course I do, this years going to be a special one.”

“Wait what does that mean?” you asked as the man stood up and started moving away from you.

“You’ll just have to wait and see” he gave you a wink before disappearing into the bathroom.

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httpfandxms · 4 years ago

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Exploring a New World (1/30)

Pairing: James T. Kirk x Reader

A/N: This is my very first fanfiction writing. I would really appreciate it if you would not plagiarize any of my work! Please give me your thoughts on this. I accept any suggestions or altercations for this series. If I’ve made mistakes or if something doesn’t make sense please let me know.

Important: The reader is Pike’s daughter, but I did NOT specify if they are biologically related or not (step daughter or adopted). I don’t ever intend to specify because I want poc!readers to be comfortable while reading

This series is based off the Star Trek: Alternate Original Series with actual scenes from the films.

You pushed open the doors to the club which allowed you to hear the full extent of the blaring music. You walked in making your way towards the very back looking for your friends.

As you made your way over to your group of friends you asked, “have any of you seen Uhura?” One nodded and pointed towards the bar. She was talking to a man, but with someone between them seemingly trying to ignore their conversation.

You walked through a small crowd, bumped into a few people on your way to Nyota. You placed a hand over her shoulder as you said, “hey, I figured I’d help you bring everything over.”

She smiled and responded, “thank you,” as she gave you a quick yet comforting hug.

“And who might you be, gorgeous,” the man she was speaking with said just before he pushed himself off the counter. He made his way towards you, but stopped once you were inches apart. You smelled the alcohol coming off his breath as he said, “I’m Jim Kirk.”

You glanced up to Jim realized that the man was actually blond and had the most alluring blue eyes. You along with anyone could get lost in those eyes. Your thoughts were interrupted as Nyota said, “she happens to be way out of your league.” She placed a hand on his chest to add some distance between you two.

“Oh, so that makes you in mine,” he teased as he turned to face Nyota.

“Please you are not her type. You seem more the kind to have sex with farm animals,” you scoffed.

“Well, not only,” he joked which resulted in you and Uhura to whole heartedly laugh. He took a step towards you and leaned forward as he whispered into your ear, “you definitely look like my type and I think I might be yours.”

Your eyes met his and you opened you’re mouth, but no words came out. Four officers approached you. The bald man in the middle ask, “this townie isn’t bothering you right?

“Beyond belief,” Nyota said then finished her drink.

“But its nothing we can’t handle,” you added whilst you waved them off.

“You both could handle me. That’s an invitation,” the blond quipped.

The bald officer barked, “hey, you better mind your manners. Do you have any idea who you’re trying to get with?”

“Relax, cupcake. It was a joke,” Kirk said as he patted man’s chest. He turned back towards you.

The man grabbed Kirk, spun him around to face him and snapped, “hey, farm boy. Maybe you can’t count, but there are four of us and one of you.”

“So get some more guys, and then it’ll be an even fight,” Kirk replied then tapped the man’s face.

The officer grabbed Kirk again and punched his across the face. He fell onto the bar groaning.

“Stop it,” Nyota growled.

Before the officer could hit Kirk in the face again, the blond kicked him in the stomach making him fall over a table. Another man came at Kirk, but he blocked his punches. Kirk got the upper hand and knocked the man out.

“That’s enough,” you pleaded.

A different officer came in and hit Kirk in the face making in spin onto Nyota with his hands on her breast. She pushed him off, but you stepped in and punched him in the face to wipe off that cocky smirk.

The men slammed the blond onto a table and beat him with one punch after the other.

“Guys, he’s had enough,” you yelled.

The man punching Kirk finally dropped him once a whistle was heard. Your eyes widened as you turned to the source of the noise only to see your father, Captain Christopher Pike.

“Outside, all of you. Now” he announced.

A chorus of “yes, sir” was heard as everyone made their way out of the bar. Your father saw you and shook his head as you gave him a shy shrug. Nyota wrapped her arm around yours and you walked out together.

The two men were sitting around a small table. “You know, I couldn’t believe it when the bartender told me who you are,” Pike chortled.

“Who the hell am I, Captain Pike,” Kirk mocked.

“You father’s son.”

Kirk ignored his statement and announced, “can I get another one,” to the bartender behind him.

“For my dissertation I was assigned to the U.S.S. Kelvin. Something I admired about your dad, he didn’t believe in no-win scenarios.”

Kirk took out the tissues out of nose and grumbled, “sure learned his lesson.”

Pike continued, “well that depends on how you define winning. You’re here, aren’t you? You know that instinct to leap without looking that was his nature too. And in my opinion, it something Starfleet’s lost.”

“Why are you talking to me man,” Kirk shook his head as he laughed.

“Because I looked up your file while you were drooling on the floor. Your aptitude tests are off the charts, so what is it? You like being the only genius-level repeat-offender in the Midwest?”

“Maybe I love it.”

“So your dad dies, you can settle for a less-than-ordinary life. Or do you feel like you were meant for something better? Something special? Enlist in Starfleet.”

“Enlist,” Kirk chuckled in disbelief. “You guys must be way down on your recruiting quarter for the month.”

Pike eyed Kirk for a moment the said, “you know, you remind me of my daughter. Always has a knack for trouble… and stubborn.”

“Then why aren’t you talking to her right now” Kirk answered back

“Because she actually got up and did something for herself. Rather than waste good potential,” Pike retorted. “Starfleet could use you. You can be an officer in four years, you can have your own ship in eight. You understand what the Federation is, don’t you? It’s important. It’s a peacekeeping and humanitarian armada.”

“We done?”

“I’m done,” Pike responded then stood up. “Riverside shipyard. Shuttle for new recruits leaves tomorrow at 0800.” Pike gave a tight-lipped smile then continued, “your father was captain of a starship for twelve minutes. He saved 800 lives, including your mother’s and yours. I dare you to do better.”

Kirk arrived on his bike and stopped near you and your father. He tossed his keys to a passing worker after they complimented his ride. He walked to your father and said, “four years? I’ll do it in three.” He then looked at you and beamed, “hello again, beautiful,” then turned around to enter the shuttle.

Your father tilted his head towards you, “you’ve met Kirk,” he asked with a raised brow.

You cringed as you responded, “yes, I did.” After a moment of silence of waiting for his response you chimed, “ok! I’m going to go and take my seat.” Then you went on the tip of your toes as you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you in a bit!” He slowly nodded making a face as though he was deep in thought.

On your way up the steps to the shuttle your father stammered, “it wasn’t like a date or anything, right?”

You laughed and shook your head, “I punched him” you reassured. He slowly let out a long breath and gave you a thumbs up.

You giggled slightly and turned on your heels and entered the shuttle. You saw Nyota and went towards her, only to notice that there weren’t any seats available beside her. She gave you an apologetic look and mouthed, “sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you waved her off.

The only visible seats available were near Kirk. You sat beside him though leaving a seat between each other. “How’s your face,” you turned to smile at him. You watched as he opened his mouth only to be interrupted by a female officer and a man who were arguing as they entered the shuttle.

“I told you I don’t need a doctor. I am a doctor,” the man yelled.

“You need to get back to your seat.”

“I had one in the bathroom with no windows.

They kept at it until she said, “sir, for your own safely, sit down, or else I’ll make you sit down!”

That got him to keep quiet and sat down between you and Kirk. The man leaned over to Kirk and stated, “I may throw up on you. I’m choosing you over the beautiful girl beside me.” He motioned to you with his head. You looked down with a small smile as you pretended to not overhear the comment.

“Fair enough, but I think these things are pretty safe,” Kirk remarked.

“Don’t pander to me, kid. One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in 13 seconds. A solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats. And wait till you’re sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles. See if you’re still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding. Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence.”

“Well, I hate to break this to you, but Starfleet operates in space,” you chimed in.

“Yeah, well, I got nowhere else to go. The ex wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce. All I’ve got left is my bones,” the man said as he took out a flask and took a sip. He offered to Kirk who accepted.

“Jim Kirk,” he introduced himself as he raised the flask then took a sip.

“McCoy. Leonard McCoy,” the man said as Kirk passed it back.

Leonard offered you the flask which you took, “pleasure to meet you Leonard.” You took a sip and placed it into his awaiting hand.

“You going to tell me, us, your name or should we just keep calling you beautiful,” Kirk smiled.

“It’s Pike, Y/n Pike.”

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elen-aranel · 2 years ago

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All Work

For: @youvebeenlivingfictional Comfort Prompts, 11: Stopping by their workplace on your way home late at night with the hunch that they’re still there. Pairing: Captain Christopher Pike x Reader (no Y/N) Warnings: Mention of canon-typical violence WC: 790 Rating: Teen Notes: tfw you have to post immediately before you lose your confidence... it's been a while!

When you press the chime for the door of the ready room, you hope there won’t be an answer.

You hope the captain is in his quarters, cooking, perhaps, or reading a book, or watching one of those black-and-white movies he enjoys. You would like it if he were working out in the gym, or maybe taking a walk in the arboretum amongst the trees.

But based on how he’s looked when you’ve seen him hurry down a corridor, when you’ve handed in a report on the bridge, he hasn’t been doing any of those things for a while. And right on cue—

“Enter.” The familiar voice sounds subdued as you step through the doors. Your eyes sweep across the mostly empty room, from the red armchairs, over the conference table and the display still showing the disputed border that the Enterprise had found herself in the middle of, to the desk at the other end with the captain sitting there, poring over a PADD.

And it’s more than just the stubble that’s there at the end of a long day. It’s the hunch of his shoulders. It’s—it’s not defeated, that isn’t the word, but the almost resolute look in his eyes. The way they’re narrowed slightly, just at the corners. You’ve known him for years, and it isn’t a good sign.

“He just has to get through it,” Una had said in an undertone, glancing round to make sure you weren’t being overheard at dinner in the mess hall. “He’s signing off on all the fitness evaluations, and he is personally going over every single repair log. I would’ve insisted, but when he’s in this mood—” She had given a small shrug. “I pick my battles. But you’re welcome to try…”

And so here you are.

“What can I do for—oh, hey,” his face relaxes a little, and the corner of his mouth quirks up just slightly. Not quite a smile, but it’s a start. “It’s—I guess it’s late, huh. Did you need something?”

“No, nothing. I don’t need anything. But…” You pull the last chair from the conference table, spin it round, and sit down so you’re more on his level. “It’s nearly gamma shift, and I wondered…” your eyes stray to his PADD. “Do you need to be doing those reports right now? I have it on good authority that they’re not due in for another month. Surely they’ll keep ‘till tomorrow.”

He shrugs. “As a captain you stay on top of the paperwork, or you drown in it. But… I could take a break. Drink?”

“Sure.”

He stands, walks round the desk, and heads to the other end of the room to pour two glasses of whiskey. He holds one out toward you, question in his expression, and you get up and join him. You sit together in one of the alcove sofas.

“Cheers,” he says, and you clink glasses. You enjoy the bite of the alcohol, the complex flavours on your tongue.

“So you spoke to Una?”

“She told me you were working through something. I just think you’re working too much. You know what they say…”

He rolls his eyes at that. Which you deserve.

“I just… I remember Rigel VII, Chris. And those months before. This… this conflict? It wasn’t that, but I worry, you know? I know being captain is the loneliest job and blah blah blah… but… sometimes I think you hold onto that load?”

He regards you with those pale blue eyes, softened now.

“When I gave the order to fire on that Zenali ship… I know it was the only order I could have made, and I don’t regret it, not for a second… but…” he tilts his head, takes another sip of his drink. “Meeting the Zenali ambassador, who lost his son... he was so gracious. He didn’t bear us any ill will. Just wanted to work towards peace.”

“Yeah.” You know that you can never fully understand the weight of those decisions, and those consequences, but at least you can be here with him. You lean back against the sofa, and after a beat, Chris mirrors you.

“I guess Number One could take a look at the repairs for me. Perhaps I will call it a night,” he says after a while.

“Yeah?” You try to play it cool, but you’re pretty sure he can read your relief.

“Yeah.” He smiles properly this time, downs the rest of his drink, and puts his glass up on the side. “So, any suggestions on what one can do around here to wind down?” He stands, and offers you his hand.

You take it, letting him pull you up. “I may have one or two…”

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starfleetimagines · 4 years ago

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Christopher Pike - Brink of Death

Pairing: Christopher x female reader Requested by user fandoms_united1206 on Wattpad: Would you be able to do an insert for Christopher Pike and female reader. The rough plot is the reader is severely injured and on the brink of death, and this is what makes him realises he loves her. Word count: 1062 Warnings/notes: Injury and angst Tag list: @space-helen, @deeppandanerdbatty - if anyone wants to be added to or removed from a tag list, let me know!

His heart lodged in his throat. He felt the colour drain from his face as he registered what he’d been told. You had been in engineering when a conduit overloaded due to the ship passing through an ion storm. You were suffering second degree burns and were going into organ failure. If the doctor couldn’t stabilize your vitals within the next few hours, you could become brain dead.

“Sir?” Number One asked, looking at him with a furrowed brow. She knew you and he were close friends, and she’d always had a hunch that there was more than friendship between the two of you.

Christopher licked his lips, moving his gaze to her. The entire bridge had gone silent. “I…” He cleared his throat. “I’ll be in sickbay if anyone needs me. You have the bridge, Number One.”

She nodded silently and watched him leave for the turbolift. Once the doors shut in front of him, he let out a ragged breath. He ran his hand through his hair and tilted his head back to stop the tears from falling.

The turbolift doors opened and he walked briskly to sickbay. He took in a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was going to see. He stepped inside, seeing several crewmembers on the biobeds, all with seemingly minor injuries—a few burns, a cut or two, and what looked like a dislocated shoulder. They should all be fine, and he nodded their way. His eyes found you. You were lying on the biobed furthest from the door and had the most people around you. You weren’t awake, thank God. If you had, Christopher knew you’d been in excruciating pain.

“Captain,” a nurse said as she made her way towards one of the other crewmembers. “Is there something I can do for you?”

He blinked, drawing his gaze away from you. “No, thank you. I just came to check on Y/N.”

“The doctor’s working on stabilizing her vitals now.”

He nodded and went closer to you, making sure to stay out of the way of the medical officers. He watched as the doctors and nurses fretted over you; as they gave you several hyposprays; as they ran handheld devices over your burnt skin. He felt helpless as he stood there. There wasn’t anything he could do to help you get better. All he could do was wait and let the doctors do their work.

“Heartrate is back to normal,” a nurse said, and Christopher let out a breath.

“Does that mean she’ll make it?” he asked.

The head doctor turned to look at him briefly. “There’s a good chance. Now that her vitals are returning to to normal, we need to bring her into surgery and repair the damage on her internal organs.”

Christopher nodded. “Contact me when you’re done, please.”

The doctor nodded and Christopher left, heading straight to his quarters.

As he waited for your surgery to be over, he paced around his room. There was still a risk that you wouldn’t make it out of surgery, though it was low. Still, the thought of losing you made Christopher’s chest hurt like nothing he’d ever felt before. The thought of a future without you in it was something he couldn’t bare to imagine. You had become such an integral part of his life. You filled a gap that he didn’t even know was there. You just… completed him.

He ran his hand through his hair. He hadn’t ever really thought of how much you meant to him. Sure, he knew he cared about you deeply and you him, but he had never thought of your friendship with this much scrutiny before. But now, he was coming to the realization that he was madly, deeply in love with you.

He sighed heavily, wishing he had realized sooner. If he had, maybe he and you could have been dating all this time. Maybe you wouldn’t be teetering on the edge of death without knowing how Christopher truly felt about you.

He was going to tell you. As soon as you woke up, he would tell you.

The doctor contacted him about an hour later, telling him that your surgery was a success and you were on the road to recovery.

Christopher had nearly cried out in relief when he’d gotten the message, but he kept his composure and told the doctor he would be there soon. When he arrived, he sat by your bed and watched your vitals closely.

Your eyes moved under your eyelids as you started to wake up from the anesthesia.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Christopher asked softly, taking your hand in his.

Your fingers twitched against his hand and you cracked open your eyes, squinting at him. “What happened?”

“There was an accident in engineering,” he replied. “You were pretty badly injured. But you’re going to be okay. The doctor can give you a full overview of your injuries when you’re more awake.”

You nodded slightly and swallowed.

“I can’t tell you how relieved I am that you’re okay.” He ran his thumb over the back of your hand.

You smiled softly. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

He chuckled. “Y/N, I… while I was waiting for your surgery to be over, I realized something.”

Your eyebrows rose in question. “What’s that?”

He pursed his lips together, looking at your face. He smiled nervously. “That I’m in love with you.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. A broad smile spread over your face. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” he said. “I hate that it took you being severely injured for me to figure it out.”

You reached up with your free hand and placed it onto his cheek. “Better late than never.”

He bit his lip and regarded your expression.

Your smile widened. “Well, I’m in love with you as well.”

“You are?” he asked, his smile as wide as yours.

“I wouldn’t have said it if I weren’t,” you replied, eyes starting to droop.

Christopher laughed and leaned down. He kissed your forehead gently. “You need your rest. We can talk about this more when you’re feeling better.”

You gave his hand a squeeze. “Will you be here when I wake up?”

“I’ll be here,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You smiled tiredly and let yourself drift off to sleep, your hand still in Christopher’s.

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make-me-imagine · 2 years ago

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Always

Prompts: “I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.” + “You are my family.” Requested By: Anonymous & @spuffyfan394 (Mystery prompts combined; Green 15 & 35)

Pairing: Christopher Pike x GN!Reader *pre-relationship, obvious feelings, pining, etc

Plot: After Y/n is taken by hostile aliens, Chris makes a personal trip to save them, much to Y/n's surprise.

Warnings: Mentions of torture and beatings in past tense. Wounds. Brief mentions of blood. Mentions of "selling" of reader by hostile aliens. A bit angsty in general.

Words: 1.5k

You stared at your feet as you tried to ignore the cold chill that had seemed to seep into your bones. The metal walls and lack of windows kept the cold trapped in the cell with you. Your long sleeved shirt was too thin to help, and your boots didn't keep your toes from going numb.

Closing your eyes and leaning your head back, you began to wonder what time it was. Or even what day it was. You had lost track of time a while ago, but your best bet was that you had been captured about a week ago.

You never thought your scouting mission could have gone this bad. The idea that you would have been attacked by scavengers and then taken prisoner had never crossed your mind. The worst part was, that you were alone when you were taken. It could have taken days before anyone would know that anything had happened to you.

And then what next? If they realized you had been taken, how could they have known where you were taken too? Or who you had been taken by?

You remembered the day you left the Enterprise. Standing in the docking bay outside of your shuttle, Chris in front of you.

"Good luck Y/n." He spoke with a smile.

"Thank you, Captain." You responded with a soft smile.

Your eyes locked momentarily, before you made your way into the shuttle. When you looked back at him, he was still staring you down.

"Don't stay away too long." He added, with a soft gaze.

"Why? You gonna miss me?" You asked jokingly.

"Already do." He replied with a smile that made your heart palpitate.

His eyes stayed locked on you as you closed the shuttle doors. It took you a minute before you were able to breath again. His response had caught you so off guard, you almost got dizzy.

You knew there was tension growing between you and the Captain, feelings that were becoming more obvious to both of you. Feelings that were getting too hard to ignore.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of distance footsteps. You let out a shaky breath as the memory of Chris faded from your mind. Your heart began to beat anxiously as the footsteps grew closer.

A pulsating ache began to pound at your sides as you recalled the beatings you had gone through by the aliens that had taken you. Not to mention the torture you were met with when you tried to escape. They intended to sell you, to who and for what, you knew not. But you would risk more than one beating before you let that happen.

Sliding into the corner of your cell, you took a few deep breaths as you heard the door begin to unlock. Your fists were clenched in anticipation. You were not going to let them get away with this so easily.

As the door slid open, your heart was beating so loudly you felt it in your head. And as someone stepped in you almost flinched. But as your eyes locked onto theirs, you felt your breath leave you as your whole body seemed to shudder.

"Chris?" Your voice was a whisper, almost too quiet to hear.

"Y/n." Chris said softly as he knelt down in front of you.

He brought his hand up to your face and felt his gut clench. Your skin was cold to the touch. You had a split lip, a cut above your eye, and various bruising along your cheek and chin. Your clothes were ragged and you had small blood stains across your side, hands and legs.

"What are you doing here? How did you find me?" You asked softly, still unsure you could believe it.

Chris furrowed his brow and frowned. "It was harder than I would have liked, but luckily these guys made a mistake."

You gave him a questioning gaze and he smiled softly. "Some of the aliens that took you stayed on the planet to scavenge your shuttle. When we went to find you, we found them instead."

You let out a soft sigh, "How long has it been?"

He spoke softly, "Eight days."

You nodded softly as Chris began to reach around you. "Now come on, we gotta get out of here."

You hissed in pain as you leaned against Chris. Limping beside him, your eyes caught on Una and Spock in the hallway. Una looked at you with a look of worry, and you gave her a small nod in assurance.

"Let's get out of here." Chris spoke as he tapped his badge.

"Pike to Enterprise, four to beam up."

There was a moment of silence before you heard Chief Kyles voice. "Sir, I can't get a good enough signal from where you are to beam you out."

"It might be the metal in this building Captain, it appears to be very dense."

"That's also probably why it's so cold in here." You mumbled, and you felt Chris pull you a bit closer.

"As soon as you get a clear lock on us Kyle, beam us out." Una said into her com.

As you slowly made your way down the hall, you felt just how weak you had gotten. Your legs were heavy and cramped, and the cold seemed to make it hard for you to move properly.

Hearing footsteps coming closer, you felt your heart skip a beat, and you absentmindedly gripped Chris's shirt.

He looked down at you, and saw the fear in your eyes. He felt a rush of anger before he pulled you closer to him, shielding you from view if the aliens were to come around the corner.

You all felt a pit in your stomach as you realized they were coming towards you. When the aliens rounded the corner, there was a moment of shock that passed over their faces as they saw all of you. As they began to yell out in alarm and reach for their weapons, you closed your eyes tightly in anticipation.

As you did so, you heard a familiar sound meet yours ears as a bright light engulfed you. When you opened your eyes, you saw the familiar transporter room around you.

Letting out a relieved sigh, you felt as though all the strength left our body as your legs swayed a bit.

"Hold on Y/n." Chris whispered as he held onto you. "Kyle beam us to the sickbay."

- - - - - - -

Between the rushed exam and treatment by Dr. M'Benga and Nurse Chapel, you had no time to talk to Chris. Not until you were mostly healed, and left to rest, did you see him again.

Looking up at the sound of footsteps, your heart palpitated as you saw Chris approaching you, a small smile on his face. Setting down you pad you smiled at him in return.

"Captain." You greeted.

He stopped beside your bed and briefly looked you over. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit tired, but better."

He nodded once as he picked up your pad, seeing you had been writing your incident report.

"You didn't have to do this just yet you know." He spoke softly as he briefly read it over.

"Yeah I know, but, what else am I gonna do?" You gestured to the empty sickbay around you.

Slowly setting down the pad, he looked back at you. "You seemed surprised to see me when we got to you. Did you really think we weren't going to find you?"

You let out a soft breath. "I had no doubt you would have. I was just surprised to see you."

"Why?" He had a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"Well, it's not every day the Captain makes a personal trip to come save you."

He smiled at this, as he shook his head softly. "Y/n-"

"I know, I know, you'd do it for anyone on the crew." You smiled at him.

"Though that is true, that's not the only reason. And, I think you know that." He tilted his head to the side as he stared tenderly at you.

Meeting Chris's eyes, you saw a certain gleam in them that added to the tension between you. Looking down, you felt your ears heat up as Chris gently placed his hand on top of yours.

"You are my family, Y/n. Everyone on this ship is, but, you- you mean more to me than- than"

"-than I should?" You finished for him.

He nodded softly as he ran his thumb over the back of your hand. "No matter what happens, I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you. Whether that means coming to rescue you personally, or not."

You smiled softly as you looked from him to your hands. Flipping your hand over underneath his, he let his fingers linger over your palm before he gently pressed his hand against yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You uttered softly "Thank you Chris."

"For what?"

"For coming to get me."

"Always."

You and Chris locked eyes, the tension between you obvious, but not uncomfortable. You had no idea what would happen between you now, but you weren't as scared of it as you had been before.

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ladyideal · 4 years ago

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Nightmares

Pairing: Disco!Christopher Pike x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 1151

Warnings: Canon violence, Season 2 Spoilers

Summary: You can’t sleep, so you go find your boyfriend to snuggle up to.

A/n: Surprise! I decided why not and go with something new for a change away from AOS. Hopefully, once I get to watch enough Discovery, I can start writing for that series. But for now, have a fluffy Pike. :)

(Gif still not mine)

"Alright everyone, eyes up front." A pause as the Bridge crew said their last goodbye to the USS Discovery. "Arm photon torpedoes."

"Photon torpedoes ready." But it wasn't your voice that sat up front.

No, you were the last crewmember on the doomed ship, forgotten behind in the midst of the mad rush back onto the USS Enterprise. Red alert klaxon alarms blared within the Bridge, as you frantically slammed the buttons on the communication station. "Chris! Captain Pike! Help! I'm still here."

"Fire."

"No! No! Nooo!" You screamed, as two perfectly aimed torpedoes smashed into the ship, breaking it apart in flames, matter, and anti matter.

With the same scream, you bolted up into a rigid sitting position, panting. As your vision cleared, you relaxed at the familiar setting of your quarters. The half finished coffee mug and the alarm clock on the nightstand, the dim lights of the restroom beside.

A drop of water landed on your lap, and you stared in surprise at the unexpected tears. Quickly, you wiped the tear streaks away, and got to your feet. There was no use in sleeping, since the nightmare kept reoccurring.

With a sigh, you stumbled around the room, searching around for your uniform and stubbing a toe or two. "Computer, what time is it?"

"It is 3:42 in the morning."

You groaned at the thought of heading down to the labs and get a move on with your report. Although Chris mentioned that the deadline was extended-.

Chris! You'd go to him.

Picking up your comm from it's charging place, you scurried out your quarters and towards the Captain's. So when you finally skidded in front of the door, you banged repeatedly, ignoring the glances you received from passerbys.

On the second knock, the doors opened, revealing an equally disheveled, but confused, boyfriend. "Y/N? What are you doing here, sweetheart?"

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "It's-." A quick glance at his comm. "Four in the morning. Not like I don't like seeing you, but don't you have work on Alpha?"

"Can't sleep," You mumbled, pushing past him and into his room.

His room was neat and tidy, yet as equally dark as your room was. Swinging past the small kitchenette, you entered the familiar bedroom. Despite how neat looking everything else was, the bedroom was another story.

Newly dried uniforms were half folded, an old one flung onto a lone chair that was probably lugged in from the living room. Starfleet standard blankets were strewn about, and one pillow sat crumpled up beside the door.

"Same nightmare?" Your boyfriend trailed after you.

You nodded along, picking up the items from the floor as you walked past. "I could ask the same about you too."

He hesitated, gingerly sitting down at the edge of his bed. "Nightmares."

A red hot explosion, flinging crewmen into the air in every direction. The ship was being attacked, fire was roaring in the Bridge, while computers and red alarms blared deafening those too close.

"Alert! Radiation leak detected."

"Go, go, go!" He yelled, waving at the Bridge crew to leave.

"Four seconds to lockdown."

"Saru, go! Take Burnham with you."

"Three seconds to lockdown."

Another torpedo blasted through the front screen, igniting what was left of the consoles on fire. Crewman screamed at the impact, dragging others with them as quickly as they could.

"Radiation level at critical level. Lockdown complete."

Another explosion sent him flying across the other side of the bridge, right against the plexiglass panels that separated him from the rest of the crew. With a wire hot burn on one side of his face and soot covering up the rest of his features, his eyes widened at the implication.

He would not make it with them, with you.

"Captain!" You screamed from the other side. "Nooo! Chris! Chris! We'll get you out, I swear it."

As he placed his hand on the plexiglass to smile at you, the scene vividly changed.

Gone was the explosions and broken consoles, the corridor was eerily silent and dark, as if someone down in Engineering was playing a poor prank. Echoes bounced alongside the bulkhead, and he had inwardly swore that someone, or even something was watching his every step.

Beep! Whhrrrr!

Two high pitched noises sounded from behind, scattering goosebumps along his arm. Freezing on the spot, his eyes widened, mind racing with the many possibilities just feet away. The machinery stopped just at the end of the corridor, almost daring him to make a move.

Curiosity did kill the cat, but satisfaction certainly didn't always bring it back.

Taking the bait, he spun around on his heels and stalked towards the tantalizing blue lights. Christopher Pike, a human, and a respected Starfleet Captain. There was no way in hell he would let the uncertainty fuel his fear. The truth always shows itself.

Yet as he approached nearer, the machine turned around, immediately forcing himself into a stop in front of the abomination he called:

Himself.

There was the body of a four wheeled rectangular shaped box which were the source of the blue lights and machinery sounds. But that was not what caught his attention. What did was the head, his head to be exact, mounted above the moving body by a piece of intricate wires and metal. His face was a different monstrosity of itself.

The entire left side of this face was black, charred, with newly healed over skin that didn't seem to match the skin tone. Both eyes were gorged out of their eye sockets, leaving behind only a set of black emptiness. The tip of his nose was burned off, the only part of his features that stayed relatively the same. His once full lips was gone too, leaving only chapped and flaky skin behind as a way to pronounce words. Yet it was not the entire combination that would forever haunt him.

His skin was once fair and unblemished, both sagged and flaked off bits by bits onto the ground. At times he would swear that the outer organ would squirm under his careful gaze, as though small creatures lived underneath. Unable to keep himself upright, he dropped to his knees, watching his face grin back at him, while the skin popped and droop, sagging till the weight was too much to handle.

A blink and he was wrenched back to the present. "Yes, nightmares."

You looked concerned from your side of the bed, wishing to help any sort of way. Yet he turned it down, saying that what he experienced was for him alone. You petted his pillow.

"Come on, Chris. It's getting late. Alpha will come way too soon," You mumbled, halfway there for yourself.

The captain scooted back to his pillow once more, and pulled you towards him. With a quick pull, the blanket was tucked comfortably around.

"Goodnight Y/N."

"Night Chris."

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