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stitching-in-time · 7 months ago

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Voyager rewatch s3 ep16: Blood Fever

Oh my god it's this one!! Somehow I didn't expect it to be this early, either- I remembered it was in season 3 somewhere, but up till now, there's only been the smallest hint of set up for Tom and B'Elanna as a pairing, and then boom! A fuck-or-die episode! Voyager writers really love hitting us with the insane shippy episodes out of nowhere!

I gotta say, my otp having a fuck or die episode is something I will never be able to be normal about. Is it stupid? Yes. Pon farr being contagious is so stupid, but they do their best to make it reasonably plausible- we've got a Vulcan on board who has a crush on B'Elanna- what if he accidentally initiated a telepathic bond with her while he's going through pon farr, and then she got pon farr too? Sure! Let's do that! A fuck or die situation is a perfectly normal way to introduce a pairing for the first time! (It's not, it's crazy, how is this episode even real??)

But actually, it's a smart story device for their characters, considering they both grew up with emotionally unavailable parents, which usually makes people extremely resistant to sharing their true feelings, and more likely to push away the people and things they want most. Putting them into a fuck or die situation was an efficient way to get them to admit they have genuine interest in eachother without dragging it out forever. Up till now, Tom/B'Elanna had barely been a thing, storywise- they're friends, mostly because they're both friends with Harry, so they hang out together sometimes and do occasional projects together. We've had a few instances of Tom casually flirting with B'Elanna, and her just as casually shooting him down, but that's about it. Certainly nothing yet to indicate that either of them had serious feelings toward the other.

So they go on their away mission to gather a mineral they need from some abandoned mines on a jungle planet, wearing even more form fitting uniforms for rock climbing (because of course they have to have tighter clothes for the horny episode). B'Elanna seems to be acting a bit strangely, but she's in charge of the mission, so Tom and Neelix just go with it. Then Neelix's rope breaks as they climb down, and he gets injured, and B'Elanna uncharacteristically yells at him. Tom tells her to chill, but that pisses her off more, she bites Tom on the face, and storms off. (And for those of us who remember our Klingon lore from Next Gen, we know that biting someone on the face is a mating ritual. Imagine your crush admitting they like you, like that. This episode is insane!!)

Somehow, when Tom contacts Voyager to get help for Neelix and tell them what happened, Tuvok figures out that B'Elanna caught Vorik's pon farr. When Tuvok and Chakotay go down to rescue Neelix, Tuvok explains to Tom that B'Elanna now has fuck-or-die syndrome, and they have to find her and get her back to Voyager before she dies. They catch up with her in the cave, but there's a rockslide, and of course, Tom and B'Elanna are trapped alone together. And then we get some of the most insanely hot scenes in all of Star Trek.

I'm the first person to admit that Star Trek is usually terrible at romance, and even worse at sexytimes- I can't think of a single Next Gen ep where a scene that was supposed to be sexy didn't land somewhere between 'meh' and 'I just threw up in my mouth a little bit'. And I love Next Gen! They just didn't know how to be sexy, at all. Somewhere between Next Gen and Voyager, though, they figured it out. We've already had some hints of it with all the Janeway/Chakotay they've been throwing at us, but they really went for it here with B'Elanna and Tom, and it worked.

Robbie McNeill and Roxann Dawson having off-the-charts onscreen chemistry certainly helped, but the writing here actually gave them a lot of layers to work with. There's a very erotically charged scene of a messy haired, tank top clad B'Elanna making overtures to Tom, but because Tom actually is a good person, he refuses to take advantage of B'Elanna having fuck-or-die syndrome, even though he's been trying to hit that for months. So then, to diffuse things, Tom asks B'Elanna if she's telling him he's impossible to resist, and he gives her the smuggest, goofiest grin, which, of course, she can't give him the satisfaction of admitting to. She backs off, and they continue on their trek through the caves, and it's honestly the most adorable thing he could have done, and somehow kind of makes me more insane for them??

Meanwhile, by their next scene, the pon farr is getting worse, so B'Elanna tries again with Tom, and this scene has lived in my head rent free ever since. It manages to be sensuous, and tender, and incredibly sexy, all at the same time. It's beautifully shot- the lighting is gorgeous and atmospheric, with the flashlights on their wrists providing beams of light that dance around their faces, and catch the dust swirling in the air around them. The camera is very close to them, they're sweaty and breathing heavily, they're looking into each other's eyes, finally admitting how attracted they are to each other, touching each other so softly, as they flit between holding back and giving in- the music swells when they kiss, and it's just... hot, hot stuff. A+, 10/10, no notes.

And then the kicker, that makes all of it not only unbearably sexy, but unbearably angsty- when B'Elanna tells him she wants him, he looks sad, and says he hopes she'll say that to him and mean it one day- and we realize that a) he doesn't believe that she actually likes him back and b) this sad motherfucker is in love with her, and doesn't want their first time to be a fuck or die, he wants it to be special and meaningful. Oh my goddd. These writers are sadists, and they wanted us not only to ship it, but to suffer for it. And it worked!!! I did!!! Almost three goddamn decades later and these idiots are still my Star Trek otp!!! How?! In one episode?! One scene?! Diabolical!!! Thank god they were endgame, because this was torture!!!

So anyway, that was obviously not what B'Elanna wanted to hear in that moment, and she pushes him away angrily- the mood is ruined, which was what he wanted, but it also makes them both miserable. Thanks I hate it!!! I'm totally invested, after only one episode, yet again!!!

So then Chakotay and Tuvok find them and bring them back to the jungle, but they can't make contact with Voyager, so Tuvok basically orders Tom to go have sex with B'Elanna so she doesn't die before they can get her to sickbay. Tom agrees, but he's the literal worst about it - B'Elanna is all over him, and he says he doesn't know what to do. Are you kidding?? Thomas Eugene 'I lost my virginity at 17 and I have to tell everyone about it' Paris, that is a lie. Shut up. Kiss her back, you spineless weasel. He does finally get over the morality police in his head, and realize it's probably okay to have sex with someone you like who likes you, especially if doing so will literally save their life. But by the time he figures this out, it's too late- Vorik beams down, and challenges him to ritual combat over B'Elanna, which challenge Tom accepts, but B'Elanna chooses herself as her own champion (iconic tbh) and she beats the crap out of Vorik (he's okay though), which resolves both their pon farr symptoms.

We then cut back to the ship, where a few days have passed, and Tom and B'Elanna awkwardly find themselves in a turbolift together. After a minute of not being able to make eye contact, Tom comes out and says they have to talk about it, but B'Elanna sidesteps the whole thing by telling him she didn't mean anything she said while they were on the planet, so it's all fine. Tom is disappointed, and he tells her that if she was worried about her scary Klingon side showing, he didn't think it was scary, and he wouldn't mind seeing it again. She surprises him by telling him to be careful what he wishes for as she walks away, and it's an unmistakably flirty overture. Ship officially established! I'm gonna be insane about it forever!!!

Oh, and then the very last scene is Janeway and Chakotay finding a goddamn dead Borg on the planet, because of course we can't just have nice things like no recurring villains for any stretch of damn time, can we?! (I hate literally all of Voyager's recurring villains, especially the Borg, and feel that the show's best episodes are always with one-off villains, but here we are. Sigh.)

But the Borg aren't the point of this episode, my otp is. Even when I was too young to appreciate how sexy this whole thing was, the chemistry Tom and B'Elanna have together was still obvious, and I've shipped it ever since. And they actually developed it!!! This episode is historic just by virtue of being the start of an actual, canon romance between two lead characters that actually got developed and paid off, which was a Star Trek first back then. Sometimes I'm not sure what's hotter- this episode, or all the character development they gave them later, lol. But the bottom line is that I'm 100% here for it. Sorry not sorry for the annoying shipper I'm going to become as the series progresses. Two of my faves actually got together in canon, no one can be expected to be normal about that!

Tl;dr: Another insanely shippy episode dropped on us from out of nowhere, that unexpectedly delivers some well thought out character scenes that make it work. A sizzling start to Tom and B'Elanna's romantic arc, which develops through the rest of the series. A tropey, but well crafted, work of horny, horny art.

#star trek: voyager #voyager rewatch #rewatching star trek #star trek voyager #star trek #tom x b'elanna

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mystery-star · 4 years ago

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Waiting for you - Spock

Pairing: Spock x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: mentions of injury and death

Words: 1838

Star Trek universe: AOS

A/N: Just a lil thing I wrote because I haven’t written (at least for Spocko) in ages. And didn’t feel like writing on a series.

“She’s here. She’s here” you heard someone shouting beside you and looked around and finally you could see the Enterprise approaching in one of many tunnels above you. You smiled and stepped forward a little and waited for the crew to dismount. When you saw the first of them, your smile got broader and you got onto your tiptoes to look out for your husband. Not many people of the Enterprise had someone waiting for them and those who did seemed overjoyed. It made you look down for moment because you had a feeling that Spock wouldn’t greet you like others greeted their loved ones. Finally, you could see him and slightly raised your hand, hoping he’d see you. When he did, he came straight towards you, stopping half a meter in front of you

“(Y/N)” he said “What brings you to Yorktown?”

“I’ll give you three guesses” you replied and just threw yourself around his neck “I’ve missed you, Spock” you breathed against his skin and he hugged you back slightly.

“Am I therefore right to conclude that you came here in order to see me during my shore leave?”

“Right” you let go of him but only that you could kiss him. He cupped your face and kissed you back. At some point his hand found yours, slowly stroking his first two fingers against yours. But then he pulled away from you all of a sudden, just holding your hand. You turned around and saw two older Vulcans behind you.

“Commander, might we have a word? Alone?” you wanted to ask why you couldn’t come when Spock threw a glance at you and squeezed your hand

“Do you mind?”

“Just be quick” you pecked his cheek “I’ll be waiting for you, okay?” you handed him a keycard of the hotel where you had booked a room for you both. He gave a nod, then let go of your hand and followed the two men. With a sigh you looked after him and returned to the hotel, knowing he would be clever enough to find it when he was done.

But he only came when it was dark and you were already in bed, reading a magazine on your PADD.

“Have you been waiting with sleeping until I return?”

“Well, you got some days of shore leave, then I won’t see you for another two years. I want to use every minute with you that I can” he gave a nod and sat down on the bed, placing a device on the nightstand. “What did they want?”

“I will tell you in the morning”

“Alright” you put the PADD aside and stretched yourself a little before sitting up, crawling closer to him and wrapping your arms around him again, kissing him. “We now have better things to do, don’t you think?” he kissed you back and placed one of his hands in the small of your back, pulling you closer while he ran his other hand over the side of your face. After the kiss he leaned his forehead to yours and you bumped his nose with yours. “Did you have fun out there on the mission?”

“I have written and called you three times per week, as we have agreed on, and informed you about what you call ‘adventures’ and have also answered each question concerning them I was allowed to answer”

“Well yes but your last message was two days ago. I need a recap of the past two days. Or retell me your favorite mission. Doing it face-to-face is much better” you pecked his lips. He gave a nod, pulled you into his lap and started telling you how the Captain had attempted to make peace between two species that didn’t work out as planned. Then he went on to their arrival to Yorktown and suddenly his communicator beeped “Tell me that’s your private comm”

“It is not” he leaned forward to get it and you just wanted to stop him but let it happen with a sigh. Placing you back on the bed, he gave your hand a squeeze, took the comm, opened it and left the room. With a sigh you fell back on the bed, glancing to the PADD and considering if you should continue reading but then looked at the ceiling, repeating everything you had planned to do with Spock in the following days in your mind. Soon Spock returned and you sat up with a smile but his words ruined it “I must go”

“Go? Go where? Aren’t you on shore leave?”

“I am. However, there is a matter that requires my assistance”

“What is it?”

“I cannot tell you much but I must leave Yorktown”

“You’re shitting me”

“I do not joke”

“But… but… will you at least get that time off later on? How long will you be gone?”

“I suppose it should not take longer than 36 hours”

“Oh well…. Then you owe me yet another debriefing upon your return” he gave a nod, came closer to put his comm on his nightstand and pecking your forehead.

“Please make yourself a pleasant day tomorrow”

“Okay. And then I’ll be waiting here for you… again”

But Spock didn’t come home the evening or morning after he had left, so you decided to make yourself another nice day exploring another area of Yorktown. In the late afternoon, you suddenly heard how the station went on alert and after looking around you saw that a swarm of tiny ships tried attacking Yorktown. Around you everyone was in panic, screaming, rallying kids and running away while you stood there frozen, staring at the many little ships on the other side of Yorktown.

“We have to leave. Come. Now” someone next to you shouted, pulling on your arm

“Can we go somewhere safe? Like a… bunker?”

“A bunker on a Starbase?” the man started laughing slightly and shook his head.

“Or can we do something? Something to help? Is there a defense station or militia? Or help evacuate people?”

“That’s Starfleet’s business” as if on cue, there was an announcement, informing the public that there was an attack and that you should not panic. You let out a snort and watched how the people around you seemed to panic even more. You looked around and finally saw a security, officer, going over to him.

“Excuse me, Sir?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll all be safe, just stay calm and…”

“No, I wanted to ask if I can help something.”

“Help?”

“Yeah. Weapons, evacuate people or something” he looked at you, considered it a while then said he’d have to check it out. But before he could return, they managed to somehow blow up all the small ships. Somehow you couldn’t believe that this was everything and sure enough, there was another announcement informing the public that a great part of the ship had been destroyed but that three of them had gotten into Yorktown but that they still had the situation under control and would do everything to stop them. For some reason, you found that three ships hand entered Yorktown almost worse than the initial attack. Because you knew there probably wasn’t much you could do unless the ships came to that part of Yorktown, you sat down in a café, ordered a drink and watched the news on the big screen that gave a permanent update on the situation at the other end of Yorktown. Not even 15 minutes later, you heard that everyone was out of danger and the intruders had been rendered harmless. After a sigh, you finished your drink and then returned to the scene of the action, maybe there now was something you could help, like tidying up damage or helping the wounded. You stayed there and helped until it was dark and the volunteers were sent home, so you returned to the hotel. But you didn’t get far and the receptionist called you over.

“You are (Y/N) (Y/L/N), right?”

“That’s me, yeah”

“I have message for you, from a doctor Leonard McCoy”

“I know him. He’s the doctor on the Enterprise. What is this message about?”

“He lets you know, that your husband… Commander Spock will spend the night in Yorktown hospital”

“Ho-hospital? They’re back? What does he have? Is it bad? Can I visit him? When did they get back?”

“He only told me that so you know where your husband is and in case you wish to see him. I don’t know anything else” you nodded and with a thank-you you ran out of the hotel, to the hospital, where you had brought a few people earlier today. You went to a visitor station to register your visit and once you knew where your husband was and that he currently could be visited, you rushed to the elevator and then to his room. When you saw Spock lying in bed awake, you let out a deep breath and moved closer.

“Spock” you breathed, not sure what to say and having a hundred questions at the tip of your tongue. "How are you?” was the first you asked

“I am well, (Y/N). The doctors insisted I stayed the night to ensure that my condition does not become worse” you nodded and came closer, taking his hand, pressing a kiss to it as you sat down on the edge of the bed. To your delight, he squeezed your hand.

“What happened? To you, I mean?” he explained how on the mission his side was impaled by a piece of metal and that McCoy didn’t have the correct equipment to properly treat him. “At least you’re safe” you ran your free hand through his hair. “When did you even get back?”

“4.2 hours ago”

“That was… that was when the attack happened” he agreed and said it was them who played a great role in stopping them. “Oh so that big ship that destroyed the central plaza was you, the Franklin?”

“Indeed”

“And what about the Enterprise?”

“She has been destroyed”

“Oh no. What about the crew? Are they safe?”

“We have not yet been able to ascertain who has survived the attack on the Enterprise and who lost their life, however, I am certain that at least 350 people have survived”

“Out of 428 that’s still a lot that could have died”

“Besides, I also know of at least 16 casualties from the crew” you gave a nod

“And what now? I mean is your mission over? The Enterprise is gone”

“We do not know yet but it is certain that we will remain her for longer than the originally scheduled 12 days of shore leave”

“Well, then we got more time to do something as long as we’re here. And I get to see you longer. Ha that visit was worth it” you leant down to kiss his forehead. “Now we just gotta make sure you’ll be on your feet as soon as possible because I have lot planned for the next days”

Taglist: @softsapphicideals

#spock #spock x reader #spock x you #spock imagine #aos spock #imagine

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noitsbecky127 · 3 years ago

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rebecca watches tos: journey to babel

ok ik which episode this is, it’s the one where spock’s parents are on the enterprise

I love how the episode description says Amanda is a Vulcan

I’ve never seen so many redshirts in one place

why is bones having so much trouble with the vulcan salute, it’s not exactly complicated

jim really just introduced spock to his own dad huh

and I love how neither of them even objected to this, they were both just like “Yes We Have Never Met >:|”

“ambassador sarek and his wife are my parents” *DRAMATIC MUSIC*

did spock just decide it was logical to not mention that the people being transported raised him

this situation is peak comedy my god

“you still haven’t learned to smile” yeah I don’t think your son does that (unless his bf is unexpectedly alive ofc)

jeez we know where spock got the bitchiness from

eighteen years??? bc spock joined starfleet?????? seems like an emotional reaction

I understand that in theory Starfleet uses force as only a last resort but also a redshirt dies in every episode so like

damn there’s a lot of different species aboard rn

why do vulcans know numbers so precisely, is that just a universal vulcan trait

wtf is that pig thing

a tellarite

bones immediately goes to asking for embarrassing stories of spock. love him

I fully support baby Spock and his giant dangerous teddy bear

wtf is that up ahead

“he is a vulcan” “he’s also human” are neither of you going to ask him what he thinks about this subject

so is the two-fingers thing a vulcan display of affection? I’m pretty sure I’ve seen people say it is

they keep encountering people going at warp 10+ but that’s Not A Thing

tellarites look so fucking weird my god

listen dude sarek is Not going to answer you and continually asking him isn’t logical

oh nvm he answered

christ these people want nothing more than to murder each other don’t they

damn rip tellarite

put your shirt back on jimothy

I love how Spock is just like “yeah it would probably have been a vulcan, yeah my father could easily have done it”

Why do people keep calling Amanda “Mrs. Sarek,” isn’t Sarek his personal name

is sarek having a heart attack rn

spock is very chill about dad having a heart attack

ok so someone is dead, someone else is maybe dying, and someone on the ship is communicating with a strange vessel. things are not going well huh

“there was nothing you could have done” yeah well she’s your wife, she still deserves to know!

ok idk how they plan to get enough blood for sarek

“I would estimate the odds—” “please don’t” amanda is a mood

spock taking this drug seems illogical but it seems like a vulcan can do any level of mental gymnastics to make anything logical

and meanwhile, jim’s being stabbed by an andorian in the galaxy’s most badly choreographed fight scene

and down he goes

damn spock changed his mind real fast

what is that accent the andorian has

spock. spock please. spock your dad is dying

baby spock got bullied :(

man this scene hurts

why doesn’t the door open when spock stands near it, does it know when someone wants to leave and when they’re being angsty

man this is what we gotta do to get spock to save dad huh

spock stop thinking about science things in the middle of your dad’s lifesaving surgery

there goes the antenna

honestly I’m not even interested in the A-plot so much as I am in the Vulcan family drama

this cannot be a good environment to perform surgery in

oh great now they don’t have power

ohhh it was a fake antenna, I just thought the effects were bad

alright, the enemy I didn’t really care about is down

kirk was like “let’s see if they want to surrender” and then they just go boom

and there goes the fake andorian

everyone on the enterprise is so difficult (except uhura) I love them

“I’m sick to death of logic” ma’am you married a vulcan

bones is definitely enjoying having the power here lmao

great episode!

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #star trek liveblog #star trek tos liveblog #star trek the original series liveblog #liveblogging #journey to babel

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ichayalovesyou · 4 years ago

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This Side of Paradise is NOT Anti-Hippie, it’s Anti-Cult/Conformity (Meta)

I identify as a “hippie” and I’ve seen a lot of people accuse this episode of being an old school anti-hippie/anti-commune rhetoric.

Which is true. But hippie means something different now than it did then. Yes there were amazing parts of the hippie movement that affect us today.

But like all social movements there were some fucked up parts to it as well.

I think what This Side of Paradise is criticizing is the cult aspects of it. A non-conformity movement that, ironically, could aggressively encourage conformity or worse.

You want some real world examples? David Berg (Children of God) and Charles Manson (the Manson cult).

Ways we know the Spores are NOT benevolent:

Sandoval “there are no weaklings here” I think we can surmise that they straight up let people who wouldn’t take the spores die from the Berthold rays

I don’t see any kids, they said there were children on that ship. Man, I hope we just didn’t see any.

They let their animals die (yeah because “vegetarians” would do that.)

“We” is a MASSIVE creepy red flag when you’re talking about love and acceptance, that’s straight up cult talk!

They don’t know if there are any drawback affects because the spores don’t seem to want them to investigate. That’s shady af!

The colonists all presumably had their own aspirations before the spores.

They infect those around them regardless of their desires, I don’t think the VAST majority of the Enterprise crew wanted to go abandon everything they knew and become farmers on a random planet.

Sandoval: We’ve done nothing here, no accomplishments no progress. Three years wasted, we wanted to make this planet a garden.

I feel so badly for Sandoval actually. He sounds so heartbroken when he realizes how nothing that drove him to the planet in the first place has been done. None of what he actually aspired to has come to fruition, because of the spores.

The spores only let them want enough that they would stay on the planet and serve them.

Which brings me to Layla 😖

Layla is a creep! With or without spores!

She doesn’t respect Spock

She only cares about how she feels despite claiming she knows he has feelings

She keeps trying to force him to be something he’s clearly not

Doesn’t even know where his heart is (literally and figuratively, can’t tell and doesn’t care that he doesn’t love her, and puts her hand on his chest instead of side lol)

Most horrible of all however:

The spores HURT Spock

Theory: It hurts his Vulcan Biology because they’ve got different neurological wirings for emotions than humans, and if Layla is to stay, the spores have to make Spock want to stay. Making Spock think he’s in love with Layla and belongs there let’s the spores keep them both!

The spores give people what they think they want or don’t have, with no effort toward actually getting there, so that the spores can thrive. It’s a situation that only benefits the spores!

I don’t even know if Kirk would’ve found out exactly what was happening if the spores didn’t mess with Spock. That was their fatal mistake. I mean, even Bones picks up on it!

Kirk knows Spock better than anybody else and he knows somethings up immediately because:

He keeps calling him Jim in front of strangers, something Spock would never do.

He’s more loyal to this random chick than he is to his duty or to his captain, something proven repeatedly Spock would never do

Spock is betraying everything that made him himself, and that included his redeeming qualities.

Red. Flag.

The saddest thing is Kirk only gives up and let’s the spores infect him when he thinks he’s been totally abandoned, even no-

Especially by Spock.

Like Layla, he can’t stay infected parted from Spock it’s the one thing the spores couldn’t have anticipated because he wasn’t part of the hive already.

He also can’t stay infected if he’s parted from his ship, that’s why they didn’t work on him

I’ve seen people theorize that Kirk is so unhappy/grumpy as a person that the spores couldn’t stick when he was on the planet

I don’t think so.

The spores couldn’t work because Kirk was already where he wanted to be! He had his ship! He had Spock and Bones! He’s living his best life! As painful as it sometimes can be!

Kirk is right when he goes off at Spock & Sandoval! Joy and peace have their places but if we don’t bring it to ourselves or seek it out through self-improvement we stagnate.

In stagnation is where the worst of us comes through. Humans are built to adapt and grow, the spores absolutely refuse to let anyone do that.

Mistakes are meant to be made, progress doesn’t have to mean destruction. Yeah the infected people aren’t technically hurting anyone, but they aren’t themselves, they’ve been muted and flattened out, none of it is real.

It’s cult mentality. Like Tantalus, like Tarsus IV, Kirk knows.

There is no happy pill, you’ve gotta figure out happiness for yourself.

Kirk knows that better than anyone.

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ficforce · 4 years ago

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Circles and Crosses and Buns

Benimaru’s Daughter SFW

“Papa! Papa, papa, papa!” There was an insistent tugging on his pant leg and Benimaru looked skyward before turning around to give his daughter the attention she so obviously needed, “What? What, what, what?” He could see that she was waving a ribbon at him and her hair was a tangled mess with the comb still caught in it, “…You couldn’t have waited? You couldn’t have sat nice and quiet until someone could help, could you?” She grinned up at him, “Course not, if you had then this wouldn’t have happened and I wouldn’t have to fix it.” Benimaru headed over to the rec room of the Guardhouse and sat down, she was in his lap seconds after and he began the challenge of first getting the comb out of her hair, “Did you get mad?” “Little bit…” she wriggled guiltily. His daughter was three now and her ability was getting a little stronger, it was difficult getting such a young child to get a handle on her powers but she was smart. Benimaru and Y/N had taught her not to set people’s clothing on fire for no reason but her tantrums could get out of hand, then she would panic and the fires would get bigger. Before she had come to him with her hair in such a state he had smelt smoke but he also knew that the fire had been put out - the little girl wanted to do things like dress herself and brush her hair even if it frustrated her at times, “Little bit?”

“Sorry, Papa…” she tilted her head all the way back until their eyes met and her father gave a sigh before murmuring for her to be more careful. There wasn’t much he could do about it now but she knew it had been misuse and that would do for now.

Benimaru carefully got rid of each tangle, years of practice from helping the twins with their hair had made him pretty good at it, with only a few threats to shave it all off and almost tears when he had to pull a little, he got her hair combed, “What do you want me to do with it? Bunches? Braids? A bun?” She had brought him a pretty ribbon so he could only assume she wanted it up. The little girl’s feet kicked in front of her as she tried to decide, “Something super pretty! Like Mama!” “…Her hair’s always pretty, you gotta give me more than that.” The Captain began pulling it up into a high ponytail, only stopping when she began to whine, “Oi, if you’re a brat I’ll just shave it off so you’re bald.” Within seconds he regretted it as she began to cry - she had never been one to cry for no real reason, even as a baby she was relatively good. The loud wailing seemed to summon Konro as he came out of the room used as an office, the little girl ran over to the man and raised her arms with grabby hands. Konro picked up and bounced her a little on his hip, shushing her quietly until she was able to stop just enough to give him a hard understandable sentence. “Papa’s not going to shave your head; I won’t let him.” “She’s getting all precious about her hair today,” Benimaru groused and tossed the comb down, “It’s a real pain.” “Shinra’s coming today, remember?” His eyes widened a little and he looked at his daughter a little closer - she was wearing her favourite clothes and when he looked to the side he realised that it was her favourite hair ribbon too. She really liked Shinra and still talked about how he rescued her from the year before. “I told you before, you’re not allowed to marry that moron.” “Whhhy?!!” Her little squeal was high enough that Konro winced. “You’re three for a start. That’s a hundred years too early!” “Papa’s jealous,” the Lieutenant gave her chin a little tap so that she would look at him, her iris’ were flickering from circles to crosses and he waited until they settled to circles before speaking to her, “You wanna look nice for Shinra?” she gave an eager nod, “Then you need to be a proper Asakusian girl and make some decisions. That starts with how you want your hair.” “Like big sisters!” “A damn bun. That’s what I said in the-” “Waka.” Konro’s tone was a little harder than usual, how were they supposed to teach her to control her tantrums when he was as much as a hothead, “You can do a bun, right?” “Yeah, yeah… come on, brat.” — - It was actually a visit from half of Company 8 that day, Obi stepped aside as he saw the tiny girl lock onto Shinra and run at him, the young man caught her midair and began nodding as she told him everything she had done that week at a speed too fast. The Captain had learned not to get between Benimaru’s daughter and Shinra. Arthur tried to get some of her attention but she simply wasn’t having it, Vulcan did gain her favour by way of his red hair and his t-shirt having a bear paw on it. They’d come for an update on the Evangelist situation, it was only fair that they made the trip sometimes, Obi had only brought the others because they had ganged up on him. Vulcan had to drive him and he had said he always wanted to visit Asakusa, Arthur only came because Shinra wanted to come and Shinra never missed a chance to visit. He hadn’t expected to be babysitting though. Shinra loved children, he was just a little wary of Benimaru’s jealousy when his daughter wanted to play with Shinra only. He had brought her to the river on her request, there was a small market there and immediately the little girl had run to a stall selling Temari, the brightly coloured balls captured her attention and the owner was quick to recognise her, “Beni’s little girl is back again? You bored with the other ones?” “Nu-uh!” She grinned and took the bright orange ball offered, “Me and Papa play allll the time!” Tossing it up the man caught it and she let out a cheer. Shinra picked one up and turned it over and over, the handmade toys were amazing and he wondered if he should get

one too… to throw at Arthur… as hard as he could. He watched as the stall owner held out a crimson Temari that had white circles and crosses all over it, he pet her hair a little and she bounced up and down excitedly when she was told it was a gift. When she was done with talking at the man she pulled Shinra toward a food stall and he blushed brightly when she told the two women there that he was her husband. He had told her plenty of times that he was too old, he even tried to tell her that heroes didn’t have relationships because it was dangerous - she looked him in the eye and told him that he’d have to be a hero for that to count. She could be savage at times. Eventually, they came across her Mother and Y/N crouched down to ruffle her hair, this was met with a huge frown that made Y/N giggle; her daughter and Benimaru had the same grumpy face. “Papa did my hair special!” “Hmm?” Y/N checked out the bun and agreed it was excellently done, a little tight maybe. The ribbon had a perfect little bow too, Benimaru must have worked hard to get it looking so good, “It’s way better than I’ve ever done it. Did you ask for it to be nice because Shinra’s here?” She gave a nod and a bright grin, “Are you two on a date?” “Yup!!” “Y/N… please don’t encourage her,” Shinra’s nervous grin showed more of his teeth and the three-year-old pointed out his shark teeth with a giggle. The woman adjusted her daughter’s clothing a little and kissed her cheek, “Don’t forget to thank Papa when you get home, he did a really good job on your hair.” She imagined that Benimaru sulked the entire time he was doing the child’s hair, no doubt a little jealous that it was for Shinra’s benefit… still, he’d done a good job because she knew it would make his daughter happy. Shinra made sure to make a fuss of her hair too, he hadn’t really noticed and he felt bad that she’d gone to the effort - also fearful because that meant the Captain of the 7th was already irritated with him. They returned around dinnertime and he put her down after helping her take her shoes off, she had complained that her feet hurt and he had to carry her, like a princess. The first thing she did was to run to the others who were sitting down for a drink before the 8th would get going, she held the new Temari up to Benimaru’s face, an inch operating him and the object so he had to lean away to see what it was. “…Shinra get you that?” He didn’t want to play with it if that was the case. “Temari man gave it to me!” “You say thanks?” she nodded, “Good girl… we’ll play later, okay?” Another nod and she left the Temari with him before running back to glue herself to Shinra’s leg. This was Vulcan’s first time seeing the cute display and he couldn’t help but tease, “Is this your girlfriend, Shinra?” “Shinra my husband.” The young man gave a defeated sigh, he wasn’t going to get away from the title any time soon so he just gave a half shrug. Benimaru glared at him over the rim of his cup, “Over his dead body.” “Don’t you mean over yours?” Y/N nudged him gently from the side. “I meant what I said.”

#AU #Hotaru #shinmon benimaru #fire force #OCs

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lifebeginsbyleaving · 5 years ago

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You Gotta Fight... For Your Right...

TO PAAAAAAATAAAYYY

Stiles was about to take the three hundred year old tome, that Deaton told them to be extra cautious with, and lob it right at Derek's little furry werewolf balls.

"I don't see why this is such a big deal Stiles!" Derek's eyebrows twitched with annoyance.

Stiles gaped and threw his arms out. "Oh, of course. Of course you wouldn't see the importance of being invited to a super cool exclusive party. Not you mister I have sex in my really cool car with my hot ass leather jacket on and could probably seduce anyone living with an eyebrow raise! Sorry some of us are lame and need to pander at Danny's feet just to get laid!"

All of the earlier annoyance dropped from his face and a cold blank one appeared. "I wasn't aware that was the situation."

Stiles scoffed and started pacing as the pack shot each other unsure looks. "Well, yeah man. In case you're just tuning into the Stiles show, I'm undesired as hell! So, I am absolutely going to this party. Summer heat wave and unpredictable omega passing through be damned."

Stiles started to walk away like he got the last word, but Derek grabbed his arm. "You have to stay to protect the pack."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "What, you don't think you guys can handle one weak omega? Are you slipping? Unless you need protection from the heat, in which case you'll have to deal. No matter how useless you all think I am, I have more self respect than to fan you all with palm branches and bring you iced drinks in a toga." Stiles yanked his arm back and gave Derek a sharp look before storming towards the door.

Derek growled lowly at him.

Stiles turned back and sneered right in his face. "Oh you know what sourwolf, eat me! I barely ask you all for anything. And after months of nonstop threats, multiple abductions, and getting an accumulative five hours of sleep a week because of research I think I deserve a break! One party. Marcus's weekend long bashes have been legendary since freshman year and a year after school this is the first year I'm invited to it. I'm going! End of story. And you-" Stiles jabbed his finger into Derek's chest. "Can fucking deal, or find a new fragile human."

That shocked Derek enough that Stiles had enough time to storm away and slam the loft door. Even him cursing as the force nearly dislocated his shoulder didn't snap him out of it. Derek only slammed his palm into the wall once his Jeep door closed.

He turned and the pack all had shocked looks. He took a moment to calm down. "There's a rouge omega out there and he's thinking with his dick!"

Lydia hopped of the counter with a huff. "He'll be fine, Derek. He could handle one omega with his hands tied."

"What about stupidly drunk too fucking busy with some preppy asshole?!"

She shook her head. "He's resourceful and perceptive, so probably. If you're worried about him being drunk though, Marcus makes sure everyone is safe. You have to hand over keys and phones at the door. Marcus has someone to drive if someone wants to leave."

He raised a judgemental eyebrow at her. "Him not being able to contact us is supposed to make me feel better?"

Erica hopped into the conversation, "There's a landline. He'll call if he needs us. Chill. Unless there's another reason he shouldn't go to a party with a bunch of drunk, attractive, and popular people?"

Derek turned away, but could still see her smirk.

Lydia had to put the final nail in the coffin. "Besides, Danny will be there. He'll take care of him. Really well."

Derek closed his eyes so they wouldn't see the red glow reflect off the window he was staring out. "Fine. Leave. Pack meeting over. Stiles can do whatever the hell he wants."

Derek would never understand why they all seemed so enamored by him. The entire pack loved him. It made Derek's skin crawl. Even when the sheriff met him mid supernatural fight and Danny took a moment to introduce himself he immediately loved him. He exclaimed about how there was finally a teenager with manners. Derek couldn't figure out if it was the hawaiian charm or what, but everyone on God's green earth that met Danny Mahealani seemed to frickin adore him. And somehow Derek's rare disapproval got out. Mrs. Thurnbury took him aside in the supermarket and patted his arm and said, "That Danny boy is a good egg. He helped me with my groceries. Be a dear and don't murder him with your eyebrows of discontentment." She winked and left and all he could think was he helped her with her groceries first god damnit!

They started to trickle out.

Peter stood up. "Oh, nephew mine?"

Derek sighed.

"Would your objections have anything to do with the Mahealani boy rejecting your offer to join the pack? Or maybe the corrupting and subsequent poisoning of the token human's liver that you find fault with. Or maybe the pounding that Stiles could get fro-"

Derek's fangs joined his threatening growl.

"From that rouge omega. Only if it were to show up to that party. Small chance though, as we said." Peter smirked. "So nothing to worry about really."

"Get out before I show you out. The third story window."

Peter gave him a consoling look as he passed. "No need to get so worked up over the boys rejection. He simply wants to stay out of supernatural matters as much as possible. Besides, I think he's got all that he wants from this pack." He dropped his voice lower even though it was unnecessary. "I would suggest figuring out if you do before it is no longer available. Or rather, he isn't." Peter looked smug as he sauntered out.

Derek looked up with relief to see that only Scott was left in the loft. Scott sent him a consoling look. "Don't take it so hard dude. It's just a party."

Derek felt frustration bubbling up. "Exactly Scott. It's just a party. And he goes and acts like that." Derek shoved his hands towards the door he had slammed like he was still waiting behind it. "He challenged our decision and the advice of the pack over a stupid party."

Scott smiled. "I've known him since I was four, alphas or not it was not our decision. It was his."

"He could get hurt. We were worried and he did that!"

"Did what Derek?"

Derek roared back, "He said he'd leave the pack! He said it like it was nothing! He said it because of that boyslut that makes him think he's not good enough! I'll never get why he-"

"Why he what Derek, wants to have fun? Blow off some steam?" Scott nodded pointedly to Derek's clawed and balled fists.

Derek unclenched them, realizing how out of control he was getting.

Scott went over to the table to sit down and Derek followed.

"Why do you think Stiles became friends with Danny?"

Derek deadpanned, "To get laid."

Scott gave him a crooked grin. "Besides that?"

Derek shared none of his humor, but offered silence.

Scott was undeterred and used to it. "Because he's fun. Danny has this way of putting people at ease. Like no matter what, if you're with him, you're going to be alright. He's fun and easy."

Derek snorted and nodded.

"He shows people how to be carefree and enjoy themselves."

Derek grew irritated. "Why are you here then."

Scott looked sad. "Derek, why do you think Stiles became friends with Danny? I think it's because maybe he needs that. He needs fun and carefree. He needs blackout drunk and mistakes you won't remember in the morning. It's a way he can lose control without risking anyone's safety except his own. Dancing to music till it's light outside might still end with your muscles burning in the morning, but it comes with less trauma than running for your life in the woods." Scott looked devastated. "He just wants something fun Derek. My best friend just wants to be a normal teenager for a few nights. I think he just wants to remember what it's like to be okay. To be carefree. And I don't know about you Derek, but I can't find it in me to fault him for it. Not after everything he's been through."

Everything wiped off Derek's face except bare grief and guilt.

"Do I still worry about him getting home, and if he'll watch his drinks enough, and what if he's too drunk and someone is too insistent yes I do. But at the end of the day he deserves a break. From the craziness, the supernatural, the constant looking over his shoulder, the responsibility, the hurt, and yes ultimately also the pack. He's earned it. With all the research, the sleepless nights, the-"

Derek closed his eyes. "I know how much he's sacrificed for the pack. I'm sorry I didn't realize."

Scott shrugged. "I'm not the one you have to apologise to. But then again if I know him, you don't have to apologise to him either." The heaviness was gone from his face, just that lightness that Scott's unending hope brought. "Couldn't hurt though, right? He'll spend the weekend worrying about worrying you."

*** Derek had procrastinated until the very last moment. He knew Danny would pick him up soon, but Derek couldn't leave the Camaro and walk the last final blocks for some reason. He heard a car coming up the street and his eyes snapped to his mirror expecting to see Danny. He huffed and swung open the car door.

Derek opened the window silently and stepped in without a sound. He inched closer to Stiles' turned back.

He froze as Stiles started to speak out loud. "Should I pack an extra shirt sourwolf?"

Derek was silent.

Stiles turned. "No opinion?"

Derek softly mumbled, "It's always good to be prepared."

Stiles smirked. "Oh I bet you looked adorable with your eyebrows and sash asking old ladies if they needed help to get your community badge."

"What?" Derek asked confused.

"Don't worry, I won't ask Cora for pictures in your little uniform. Scout's honor. " He held up the Vulcan salute.

"Pack the extra shirt Stiles. And a sweatshirt. In case it's cold."

Stiles' face melted to a smile. "Aww it's almost like you care." He turned back to his bag. "But it is summer. Ya know, hot as balls out?"

"You get cold easily. A slight draft and you're shivering like you're naked."

"Considering the limited amount of activities I do while naked, I'm usually very hot when I'm naked."

Derek scoffed, but turned away from Stiles to keep from taking off his clothes in his mind to picture him with a slight heated blush like the one Derek had right then.

"I do hope you didn't come here to argue or try to stop me."

Derek shook his head, but then spoke, "No."

Stiles zipped his bag and turned. "Well, that clears everything up. Is it the omega?" He was still playful, but a hint of worry worked it's way in.

Derek turned quickly. "No. If we have to, we'll deal with that. I-I just came to wish you a good weekend." Derek attempt a small smile.

Stiles raised an eyebrow and put what was in his hands down. "Are you alright? Do you smell toast? What's that thing you're doing on your face? Do I need to call Deaton? I'm sure he's got like a magical milkbone that could fix whatever's wrong with your face."

Derek's face changed to a genuine smile and Stiles' eyes gleamed as the corners of his mouth also lifted.

"I'm sorry."

Stiles turned back away. Derek would take that as a bad sign, but he knew how well Stiles knew him. He knew Derek wasn't good with apologizing. He was giving him space. "It's okay sourwolf. I'm sorry too."

"For what?" Derek looked at the hands nervously folding and unfolding a flannel.

"You know what for. I should never have said that. I knew how it would effect you. You know I would always fight to be a part of the pack."

"And you know you would never have to. We know and appreciate how much you do. Even if we forget to show it."

Stiles turned back with earnestness in his eyes. "Thank you sourwolf. It means a lot."

Derek forced himself to look back into his wide brown eyes. "You mean a lot. To the pack. For all that you do."

"I would do anything, for the pack." His lips stretched into a lazy smile. "I have to finish packing." He made no effort to move away.

"I should head back." He hesitated slightly before heading to the window.

It was a few moments after Stiles heard him jump down, but he knew he would hear him. "Thank you Derek. Have a good weekend."

***

Derek was not having a good weekend.

He didn't even want to talk about yesterday and today wasn't going much better.

He sat on his couch reading a book and listening to music. After he flipped each page he'd check the time in his phone. Normally he'd be busy with something, but he had already made supper, did a long workout, and showered. Usually he enjoyed his down time, but it was too quiet. He flicked on the TV and turned his page just to turn it back to actually read what was on the page this time.

He sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face after having to reread the first paragraph for the third time. He laid his head on the back of the couch and stared up at the ceiling.

The door flung open and a loudly laughing Erica walked in and Derek had enough.

"Just for one night can I have some peace! You haven't let me focus all day! How can three people be so loud!"

He finally looked over and his harshness faded seeing their shocked faces and arms filled with bags.

Isaac meekly spoke, "Uh Derek, we've been at the mall all day."

Derek closed his eyes. He vaguely remembered being home alone all day. "Right. Sorry."

Erica recovered the fastest. "Okay grumpy pants what's got your tail in a twist?" She shoved the bags onto a chair and plopped down beside him.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

She raised an eyebrow. "Right. And yelling at three pups who have done absolutely nothing wrong all day qualifies as okay? Maybe a couple years back, but not now. Spill the kibble."

He raised an eyebrow back at her.

She rolled her eyes. "Okay moderately nothing wrong. Stop deflecting."

"The omega still isn't dealt with and S-"

"Stiles is at a party?" She looked amused.

"No. And Scott's approach of giving them the benefit of the doubt and allowing them to pass through isn't exactly comforting."

"Right, sure. I completely agree that is what's wrong with you." She got up. "Boyd, come and have a conversation with mister ignore the real problem till it goes away."

Isaac piped up, "He'll do it when he's ready guys."

He dutifully walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder from the other side of the couch. "Go and see if he's okay if that's what you have to do." He walked away.

Derek hated his betas some days. Erica because she was so smug, Boyd because he was so correct, and Isaac because he was so supportingly encouraging.

He mostly hated Erica though.

***

It was another twenty minutes and they had all settled in. Erica had put on new pjs and commendered the TV. Isaac had turned off his music and Boyd had asked him about his book and he just tossed it over. He couldn't even remember the title.

He heard them before they slid the door open and didn't bother to move. As soon as he saw their expression though, he stood quickly. "What happened?" His heart was thundering already.

"The sheriff found a body. He wants us to check it out. Before he rules it an animal attack." Scott gave him a concerned look.

Allison spoke up next from where she was linked to Scott's arm. "The sheriff will probably call you soon."

Derek calmed slightly. "Take them with you. You and Allison can check out the body, see if you can figure out what happened, then if you can find a trail. The betas will fan out from the crime scene and see if they can find anything else."

Scott nodded. "And what are you going to do?"

Derek's phone started to ring and he eagerly checked the screen. "If you were an out of control omega and were lost in the woods, what would you be attracted to?" He answered the call and headed to his room to get changed. "Hello sheriff."

Scott muttered mostly to himself. "The loud party in the middle of the preserve with a bunch of drunk people."

Scott and Allison waited for the three of them to get changed, but Derek was grabbing his jacket on the way out before they were ready.

Derek was reaching for the door when Scott put a hand on his shoulder. "He'll be fine. We'll call with any information."

*** Despite Scott's reassurance he broke every speed limit on the way there. He had been searching the mass of sweaty dancing bodies for several minutes, unable to make his way upstairs yet in case of what he might interrupt. The bright flashing lights were already making him nauseous.

He got a phone call and made a break for the kitchen. He still had trouble hearing the call over the booming music, but he managed to gleam that Allison identified the body as a hunter. One with a tentative understanding of the code at best. They figured the omega was being tracked by the hunter and it was self defense. Scott called the betas and asked them to check and make sure the omega was okay, but they were no longer looking at a bloodthirsty killer and just a scared omega.

He ended the call with some relief, till he realized he had no reason to be here anymore. No reason to take Stiles back.

He took a cup from the kitchen, and despite knowing it wouldn't do anything chugged it.

If he was here he might as well check in on Stiles and let him know what happened.

He shoved his way back into the main dancing area knowing that was the best place to find him. He was near a corner when someone approached him from the side and grabbed his arm. He tensed and turned ready to strike, but not obviously.

It was Danny and somehow that made him bristle further.

Danny shouted into his ear, "Are you looking for Stiles?"

Derek clenched his jaw and nodded.

"Is it serious?"

Derek shook his head.

Danny's face morphed to a flirtatious smile. "Then stay awhile." His hand started to tighten slightly around his bicep. "Wanna dance? Or not dance?" He looked towards a dark hallway that made Derek finally grateful to not be able to hear.

Derek yanked his arm back. "I don't know if Stiles would like that." He paired it with the most murderous brows he had.

Danny's eyebrows furrowed. "I didn't think you guys were-"

"We're not. You are."

Danny laughed. "Yeah, we messed around in the beginning. Now we both decided we're better as just friends."

Derek still remained cold. "I have to find Stiles."

"Are you sure, because he looks a little busy." Danny pointed to a spastic drunk yelling and surrounded by laughing preppy vultures. One particular asshole was practically stuck to Stiles' back as they writhed to the music. He was very handsy and Stiles didn't even seem to notice. Danny spoke again, but Derek didn't turn. "We could be busy too. I'll even let you keep up the bad boy gruff act, I like it a little rough big bad alpha."

At that Derek turned back and took threatening steps forward till Danny pressed himself against the wall with a smirk. Derek flashed his eyes and bared his fangs. Danny's smirk fell and fear flashed across his face. "It's not an act. Thanks for the offer." Derek stalked to the other side of the room careful to avoid catching Stiles' attention.

"Whooooo! Body shotssssss!" Stiles' missing shirt and already sticky collarbones told Derek this was probably not anyone's first shot. A girl with messy red hair started pouring liquor into the divots above Stiles' collarbone. The crowd around them started chanting the word shots. The redhead moved to one side and handsy asshole moved to the other. As soon as they started to lick out the alcohol the crowd cheered. They both started to kiss up the sides of Stiles' neck and as Stiles relaxed his shoulders a few droplets rained down just like the blood from Derek's palms. They were clenched so hard his claws dug into them as he watched the two strangers lay claim to Stiles' neck.

Handsy asshole started to move down Stiles' body to a stray drop that was making its way towards Stiles' nipple. Derek was across the room before he even realized it.

Stiles' look of enjoyment and pure glee faded to one of confusion. "Derek? What are you doing here?"

Stiles pushed both people back to allow them room to talk and put his shirt back on. Derek instantly shoved into the space handsy asshole had previously filled. "I have to talk to you."

Stiles sobered. "Is it about the pack?"

Derek looked at those around them and handsy asshole trying to worm his way back over. "Not here."

Derek looked down and saw Stiles intertwining their hands. "We went through the crowd to get a beer three hours ago and I haven't seen Danny since. You can hold my hand for like two minutes sourwolf."

Derek nodded and just as they turned to leave handsy asshole grabbed Stiles' other arm. "Heyyyy where ya goin? We're havin fuuuun."

"I'll be back." Derek couldn't help narrowing his eyes at those words.

"What iv I wanna nother shot?" He threw in a look that supposedly was seductive. Derek thought it looked like he was taking a shit while looking directly at the sun.

Stiles let go of Derek's hand. He smiled at the man and kissed him. The man was so enthusiastic and fond of ass groping Derek looked away in disgust. "Then find Hannah till I get back."

Stiles grabbed Derek's hand again and started to pull away, but the man nearly yanked him out of Derek's grip. "But I want you Mickyyyy!"

Derek pulled Stiles behind himself and growled right in his face, "That is NOT his name!"

The man just scoffed and looked towards Stiles. "This your boytoy Micky? Hes rude, and wrong." His voice went to a stage whisper. "He doesn't even know your real name. How imporant can he be? Staaayyy!"

Derek turned with a sharp look towards Stiles. "You told him your name?! Him!?"

Stiles looked to be searching the air around him. "To be fair I got here around ten and they greeted me at the door with three shots of vodka. I don't remember the hours between twelve and two yesterday. If someone asked I probably would've told them my social security number. Today is strictly beer and a slight buzz day."

Derek held firmly to Stiles' hand as they moved away and handsy asshole started to object, "You said you'd blow me upstairs you shit!"

Derek put his hand flat on the front of his face and shoved him back with enough force that the high top table they had been using as a bar wobbled and the glass bottles on it clinked together when he made contact. Derek growled threateningly and flashed his eyes and teeth.

Derek got a small amount of pleasure from the scent of fear coming off the man. He was yanked towards the stairs by a hand that was gripping his tightly. Stiles finally found an empty room and shoved both of them in it. "What, the absolute hell, was that!"

Derek rolled his eyes. "Oh I'm sorry for taking offense for you, since you obviously didn't care."

"Of course I care! And of course what he said was totally gross, but he was drunk! What's your excuse for wolfing out like that huh!?"

Derek looked away. "Damn it Stiles! He shouldn't have treated you like you were just a fuck!" Derek once again flashed his eyes and snapped his fangs, but Stiles just growled back and snapped his human teeth back at him.

Stiles huffed out a short laugh. "That's kinda the point Derek."

Derek turned to him with squinted eyes.

"Here I want to be just a fuck. I want to be dancing in the lights and have someone desire me. Maybe I want to feel like, no matter anything else, someone wants me."

Derek objected, "You have people that want you. You don't have to do this, the pack-"

Stiles shook his head and interrupted while pacing away from him, "Not like that and you know it. I don't care if all he wants from me is a fuck. That's all I want from him, so it'd be pretty hypocritical of me. Why should you care?"

Derek gave him judgemental eyebrows. "Well sorry for hoping you had self respect. Next time I won't get in the way of you getting dick."

Stiles went stock still and turned towards him with rage in his eyes. "Derek. Are you slut shaming me right now?!"

"Well if th-"

Stiles steamrolled right over him. "Because I don't give a god damn fuck who you think you are, you do not get to tell me what I do with my body! My relationships are my business! Who or how many I have sex with is my business! And alpha or not you don't get to make those choices for me! Because last time I checked you're not my fucking boyfriend! Last time I checked you hardly ever pretend to even like me! So back the fuck off and learn what place you have in my life before you lose it!" Stiles was fuming and yelling right in his face by the end of it.

All of his need to argue flooded out of him and Derek put his hands up. He tried to put his hand on Stiles' arm, but he pulled away and stalked to the other side of the room with his arms crossed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that you were a slut."

Stiles squinted at him with malice.

"Okay, maybe I implied you were a slut, but I was mad and didn't mean it. I am sorry. I am pro slut power. Seriously, I raised my eyebrow at Laura sneaking back in come morning time and she yelled at me for two hours. Then she made me wear a shirt that said slut power for a week."

Stiles snorted and sat on the bed. Derek slowly approached and sat beside him. "You're pack. I want you to have someone that cares about you, but if that's not what you want I have to respect that and I'm sorry I didn't. I'll stop trying to stop you from going out with Danny."

Stiles nodded and was quiet for a moment.

"Derek? Why do you hate Danny?"

"Well Stiles, I believe you yourself said it was because of my complete lack of ability and hatred for doing anything fun."

"Be serious."

"Maybe for the way he makes you feel. Like you aren't good enough and you should be grateful just to fall at his feet."

Stiles hummed. "I don't think that's Danny. I do it with you too, I do it with everyone. I think that's just my own insecurities that I need to work on. I need to stop comparing myself to others. It's just hard you know? I'm a human in a pack of werewolves and badasses, it's hard not to feel inadequate. My best friend is a true alpha, and two of the people I have in my life are Danny Hawaiian god Mahealani and Derek Greek god Hale, so there's my self image shot." Stiles played it off with a laugh, but Derek frowned.

"Stiles. You aren't a human in a pack of werewolves and badasses. You're one of the badasses. I have seen you bash in a werewolves skull with a wolfsbane laced baseball bat. I mean sure you did throw up after..."

Stiles knocked their shoulders together with a chuckle.

"But it was badass. And about the god thing. I think you're-" Derek started to hesitate. His resolve firmed. "If anyone is a Greek god it's you. They say Aphrodite appeared both male and female."

Stiles gaped at him and Derek looked away.

"You couldn't be more wrong! I'm totally-"

Derek's embarassment turned to determination at Stiles' persistent doubt. "No. You really are-"

"Athena." Stiles insisted.

"Beautiful." Derek muttered breathlessly.

"Oh." Stiles cheeks colored.

Derek tried to deflect. "What were we even taking about?"

"Why you really don't like Danny."

"I don't want to talk about that."

Stiles squinted. "Implying that we didn't already, and that there's a different reason."

"No."

Stiles was silent still and Derek sighed. "I don't know. I think I just do for the way he exists."

Stiles snorted. "Harsh dude."

"Don't call me dude. And I just mean everything he does just seems so easy. He exists like it isn't hard, like he wakes up everyday knowing everything will be okay." Derek considered for a second. "He's like Scott like that."

Stiles shook his head. "No. Scott doesn't wake up every morning knowing it's going to be okay. He hopes it will be. Scott has seen and knows bad things can and will happen, he just eternally hopes they don't."

Derek nodded. "Yeah I guess so. And with Danny I think he's just never had anything touch him. He had a popular best friend, he was popular, attractive, likeable, good family, he gets nice things. He just goes through life like it's the easiest thing and nothing is hard. He lives like it's easy."

Stiles put his hand on top of Derek's. "And you envy that. So do I. I think that's what attracted me to him. We're both so used to having to fight so fucking hard just to have one good thing, and he just seems like that's all he has." Stiles laughed. "You know how we ended up kissing for the first time?"

Derek's hand twitched under Stiles. "How?"

"I was looking into his eyes and I just blurted out how much I wanted to kiss him. And he just looked at me, smiled, and then kissed me like that was the only logical thing to do. Like it was that easy. But Derek, sometimes it is just that easy. Sometimes we get a nice thing if we just tell ourselves there is more to life than pain and we deserve it. We deserve to go to parties and kiss people that we won't remember in the morning. We deserve to love people and be loved by people. Just because we can handle pain doesn't mean that is all we deserve." Derek turned to him and Stiles looked right into his eyes. "We can have easy and happy things too."

Derek's eyes started to go a bit shiny and he felt the urge to pull away, but he didn't. Stiles smiled at him and Derek's eyes tracked the stretch of his lips and before he could think of all the ways it was supposed to be difficult, he just leaned forward and kissed him.

There were a terrifying few seconds that Stiles didn't respond, but then Stiles' hands went into his hair and Derek tasted beer and something sweet. Derek put his arms around him and fisted his hands into the material on Stiles' sides. Derek started to think that maybe he could get a buzz from just kissing the beer off Stiles' lips when he moved one hand down to get under Stiles' shirt.

Stiles went still and pulled back with wide eyes. Derek instantly felt a pit in his stomach.

"Why did you do that? Oh God, why did we do that! Fuck Derek this isn't what I meant!" Stiles pushed his arms away from his sides and sprang up from the bed.

Derek felt like the action ripped a piece of him out. "I- I'm sorry. You are drunk and I shouldn't have done that anyway. I just-"

"I am not drunk. My decision making skills are quite intact, and- and I kissed you back. So I did it too. Even though it was a bad idea, I did it anyway. It's okay though."

Derek shook his head and got up and quickly started towards the door. "No it's not."

Stiles eyes went wide and he moved after him. "No. Please. Please Derek! It has to be okay! We have to be okay! Fuck I didn't mean- I didn't mean for this to happen!"

Stiles tried to catch him, but he moved out of the room and made it through the downstairs quick enough he was backing out of the driveway by the time Stiles got to the front door.

***

Derek got home and woke Isaac back up just to lead him to Boyd and Erica's room. He flopped down in the middle of their bed and soon enough they were all curled around him.

"You smell like a frat house and you're still wearing your jeans." Erica said irritably.

"I don't think Stiles and I will ever be friends again and I'd like to sleep so I don't have to think about it."

In the small amount of light she could see her face contort with sympathy before moving to annoyance. "You two are idiots."

"I'll be an idiot in the morning. Now I'm just hurt, and I need you."

Erica smiled softly at him. "I'm so proud of how far you've come. We've always been here for you-" She snuggled into his chest more. "Now I'm just glad you know it."

*** After a summary of the night before Erica once again declared him an idiot, but at least this time it was over breakfast and coffee.

They all moped with him all morning before heading out for some mystery errand. As soon as he heard Roscoe clunking closer he cursed out his betas and gathered some things before he sat on the couch to await his doom.

Stiles nervously paced outside his door for several minutes before cursing and speaking to the hallway, "You can hear me can't you?"

Derek set his mug down. "Come in."

The door swung open and Stiles walked in with wild hair. Like he had been running his fingers through it nonstop. A small part of Derek wished that he'd used the time he had to run his fingers through his hair. Just so he knew what it was like at least once. "I figured you'd want that." He nodded to the mug and pills on the coffee table.

"You are a god amongst men Derek."

Derek smiled, but then it turned bitter. "And I thought you said you didn't drink that much last night."

Stiles looked sheepish as he downed some coffee with the pills. "I hadn't. Not until you left. After that I probably drank half a kegs worth of alcohol. Definitely feeling it this morning though." He let out a weak chuckle.

Derek spoke softly. "Why are you here Stiles?"

Stiles sat down lightly on the couch. "I didn't like how we left it last night."

"Neither did I."

"Look, I didn't mean to give you the impression that that's what I wanted. Because I don't."

Derek tried to not break at that.

He really did try.

"I don't want to have you be a fuck. I don't think I could do that with you."

Derek smiled as genuinely as he could. "It's okay Stiles." He said it even though Stiles kissing him while he thought it was a happy thing they both deserved and Stiles thought it would just be a fuck did not make him feel okay.

"I'm sorry that you wanted that and that I gave the impression that I also wanted you to just be a fuck."

Derek's eyebrows went up marginally as he said that, but he quickly schooled his expression. Maybe they could salvage their relationship if Stiles thought Derek had just wanted sex.

Unfortunately, Stiles' face filled with shock. "Unless you thought it was more than a fuck."

Derek got up from the couch and turned away. Stiles quickly scrambled up as well. "Derek! I-"

"It doesn't matter."

"It does."

Derek shook his head and continued staring away. "It doesn't. Not if I want to be your friend."

"It does. If you want to be more." Stiles pulled on his arm till he turned to face him.

Derek's face looked openly hurt and broken. "It doesn't matter what I want because you don't want me. Stiles we don't get easy." Derek's hand started to lift, but it hesitated infront of Stiles' face. "We don't get happy." He smiled as his eyes held pain.

Stiles grabbed his hand before it could fall and pulled it to his face and Derek's hand instantly cradled it. "It's not that I don't want anything from you, it's that I want everything. I wasn't going to say yes last night not knowing that in the morning we would still be happy. And yes. We do get happy. And you know why sourwolf?" Stiles pulled him into a statement making kiss. He pulled back a little breathless. "Because we deserve it."

Derek looked at him confused and his hand dropped. Stiles rolled his eyes. "I don't want to just have sex with you. I want to be and make happy with you. It might not be easy though, but I'm okay with that if you are."

"Are you still drunk?"

Stiles pinched him.

"Ow! Okay I had to make sure."

"You jerk! I just asked you to be my boyfriend, the least you could do is say yes!"

Derek grinned wide. "Fine if I must."

Stiles matched his smile. "You're such an ass."

"Like you aren't annoying too."

"But now you're stuck with me." Stiles stuck out his tongue. "No take backsies."

"Nuh-uh. I'm yours, but you're not mine yet. I haven't asked yet."

Derek just stared at him till he scoffed. "Before I'm dead sourwolf."

Derek's eyes just filled with mirth and a gleam. His hand once again found the side of Stiles' face. His amusement died down and genuineness and love filled it instead. "Mieczysław Stiles Stilinski will you do me the honor of dating me?"

The perfect pronunciation had a lump forming in his throat and tears forming in his eyes. "God when did you even practice that." His voice was choked up as Stiles thought of him practicing his real name over and over till he could say it properly. "And that was so stuffy and proper. Like God what's next are you going to ask my dad if you can court me. Really it's just-"

Derek kissed him sweetly. "I believe the standard response is yes or no."

"We're difficult, remember?" Stiles laid their foreheads against each other.

"Still not an answer." Derek nudged their noses together.

"Do you really need one?" Stiles looked at him with clear love and adoration.

"Do you really not want to give one?" Derek asked smugly.

Stiles bit the inside of his cheek and held out for ten seconds. "Yes. God yes. I want to have your little sourwolfie babies. I've been in love with you since you slammed me into my wall. Or maybe since I saw your car, or your jacket, or your ass, or your face, or-"

Derek cut him off again. Stiles pulled back blissfully. "Or maybe the moment you did that."

"And I fall in love with you every time you open your mouth, and somehow even more when you shut it."

Stiles pushed him away. "Rude!"

Derek smirked then started to study his face. "I won't mind if you still go to parties with Danny."

Stiles squinted. "Thanks, but I'm sure I'm a one sourwolf kinda man."

Derek's eyebrows looked flat. "No, not for that reason. Just, if you want to go have some fun. To blow off some steam and forget other things, I trust you. I know you would never do that. If you need a break to chill out, I get it."

Stiles smiled softly. "Thanks, but I'm good."

"Stiles yo-"

"Derek do you know the reason why I would go to the parties? Other than to get laid."

Derek's eyebrows furrowed. "To have fun. And to be happy while being safe from the supernatural."

Stiles shook his head. "No. I went to forget that I wasn't. I wasn't happy at any of those parties because I was alone. And I wasn't safe there because I was alone. I just didn't have to care there. But here with the pack on movie night? I'm actually happy. Here with you I'm happy. The only thing that made me unhappy was that as soon as I left I felt like I was alone because I didn't have the relationship I wanted with you. Here with you I am and feel safe. There's a difference between being happy and feeling safe and just forgetting that you aren't. You make me actually feel those things."

"I'm notoriously no fun though, I guess you can't have everything."

"Oh I don't know, you can be fun. Sometimes. On occasion."

"Once in a blue moon one could say."

Stiles laughed. "Very rarely."

***

"Stiles come on, the party is inside." Derek pulled his fiance off the picnic table.

"I know, I know. It's just..." Stiles looked at the front of the restored Hale house, and Derek hugged him from behind. "This is my favorite view."

Derek took in the awe and pride in his eyes. "Mine too."

Stiles looked into the eyes already on him and rolled his own. "Could you be anymore sappy and cliche."

"We've got the rest of our lives to figure it out."

Stiles groaned. "Ugggh make it stop." Stiles dragged him towards where their pack was celebrating at the party inside.

Right when they got to the front door Derek pulled him back and into a kiss. "I'm so happy we're here together."

Stiles hugged him tightly. "Me too sourwolf, me too." He pulled back and looked into Derek's teary eyes. "Hey, hey. We deserve this Derek. We do."

Stiles opened their door to a laughing and happy pack celebration.

Of all the parties he's been too, staring into the eyes of the man he loves, Stiles decided this was by far the best one.

A.N. Well I read through this once and did absolutely no editing because these last few weeks can eat me so here's this shit. Dldr. Much love💜💜💜

Carter😊

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ieattaperecorders · 4 years ago

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I’m seeing a lot of TMA Star Trek AU on my dash, and it seems largely TOS-based. I love TOS, but allow me to propose: Star Trek Voyager AU.

The crew in Voyager aren’t on a scientific mission, they’re survivors lost 70,000 light years from Earth. It’s campy fun Star Trek stuff, but instead of having the resources and support of the Federation, the crew is alone - trying to get back to known space, forced to depend on one another. Found Family ensues harder than you can possibly imagine.

Captain Sasha James!! Janeway is capable, cool-headed and good at managing the crew on a personal level, but it’s hard to really know her. The pressures of her role mean she wears masks even with people she cares for, which fits Sasha perfectly.

I’m inclined to put Tim as her First Officer – it’s a good role for him, and the Captain and First Officer must be a dynamic duo. Science Officer works for Jon, though with the reduced crew and vulnerable situation, he might end up with multiple roles. I like the idea of Martin as medic (and I’ll get more into that later, because oh boy.) Georgie can take Neelix’s role, (though she refuses to stop saying that the Admiral is the official Morale Officer and she just interprets for him.)

Half Klingon Melanie King!! Half Klingon Melanie King struggling with anger issues and frustrated with people who define her by them!! Who had to push and fight to keep from being dismissed because of her heritage!! Half Klingon Head of Engineering Melanie King!!

THE BORG. THE BORG, GUYS. Think of the possibilities that threat could present to these characters.

Danny Stoker was assimilated by the Borg. It was Tim’s motivation to join Starfleet. He refuses to talk about it until the day the crew is cornered in Borg-occupied space and makes contact with a drone that bears a disturbing resemblance to him.

(Danny Stoker as Seven of Nine and, like, twelve paragraphs of JonMartin under the cut.)

Tense standoffs ensue and the crew escapes with the Danny-drone still on their ship. Sasha (the only one Tim told about his brother) makes the risky call to subdue him and sever his link to the Collective rather than killing him.

Now Tim has the brother that he thought was gone forever, but he’s profoundly changed. He doesn’t seem like the Danny he remembers, he might even be a threat. Meanwhile Danny is lost without the Collective, struggling with the idea of individuality as well as his memories/emotions regarding Tim.

They have to negotiate around both their traumas if they want to heal and recover, but at least they have a chance to know each other again. (And the rest of the crew helps.)

Now, the chief medical officer on Voyager is a hologram - intended to be turned on only in emergencies, but left running nearly all the time due to the lack of medical staff. Over time his personality expands beyond his original programming, the others start treating him less like a computer program and more like a member of the crew, and friendships eventually develop. (It’s one of those “am I a person? What does it mean to be a person?” stories. Voyager has a lot of that.)

There’s two directions I could see that going. One is Helen/Michael slots into the role. (Either or both, who says the Emergency Medical Hologram doesn’t have two interfaces?) Personality-wise they’ve got the campy smugness, and the whole “am I a who or a what?” thing works super well. I mentioned Martin as a medic and the idea of him having to put up with Helen’s bullshit/getting to irritably banter with Helen is very good.

BUT ALTERNATELY, Martin is the medical hologram. Instead of leaning into the “inhumanity” angle, we lean into the angle of being initially overlooked/not seen as one of the crew, then slowly making meaningful connections. (Can squeeze in a “self-worth outside of what you do for others” character arc too.)

Jon is for sure the first one to treat Martin like a person. It’s a reversal of S1 Jon being an ass to him, but it feels appropriate for Jon - who can sympathize with creatures that aren’t human, even when others don’t. There’s another fun parallel - in canon, Martin continues to treat Jon like a person even as he becomes less and less human. Here, Jon treats Martin like a person from the beginning and he becomes more and more of one.

Plus, come on, think of all the “Jon gets injured and Martin has to overclock himself/push past his intended limits to save his life” scenarios. Think of Martin getting a crush on Jon early because he’s Nice To Him, panicking and trying to hide it. Think of Emergency Medical Hologram Martin taking an interest in poetry instead of opera.

The Lonely may not exist in this AU but I bet being turned off feels a lot like it : (

I like Vulcan/half Vulcan Jon, so we can slot him there. (He’s not a parallel for Tuvok, that wouldn’t fit - he’s just Jon and he’s Spock and he’s on Voyager and you’re all going to have to deal with it. Besides, “half Vulcan/caught between two worlds/struggling with the concept of Emotions” is so good for Jon.)

Now mix half Vulcan Jon in with Hologram Martin and imagine the pining. IMAGINE IT.

Jon refuses to accept he has feelings at all, let alone romantic feelings for someone else. And Martin? He isn’t even sure he’s capable of love, if what he’s feeling is real or some flaw in his programming. Jon’s nice enough to him – sometimes Martin thinks he even sees him as a friend, but surely there are limits? The absurdity of a holomatter projection thinking that it’s in love with him must be too much for even Jon to indulge.

They’ll get there after four or five seasons of mutual longing, of course. Probably in some intensely dramatic circumstance.

In fact, that’s a thought - something something backup drive holding Martin’s personality is stuck on a planet that’s incredibly toxic. (Maybe filled with poisonous fog because, of course, gotta keep the aesthetic.) Something something Vulcan physiology, Jon is the only one who can survive on the surface long enough to get it.

He has Martin’s mobile emitter with him while he goes after the drive, and the whole time Martin is trying to convince him to stop. It’s too dangerous, the planet is killing him, Martin’s given up on himself but he doesn’t want Jon to die too.

“You don’t have to do this, the default program for me is still on the ship, it can be reset.”

“That is not you. Your personality, your experiences, everything you’ve gained over these years would be lost.”

“But it has all my medical knowledge. It can do my job just as well, you’ll still have a doctor - -”

*losing all pretense of a Calm Vulcan Exterior* “I did not come here to retrieve our doctor, I came to get you back, and I am not leaving without you!!”

(Of course they get back safely and Jon immediately collapses upon returning to the ship, then it’s Martin’s turn to make sure he doesn’t die.)

Also it’s Star Trek so holograms can be solid, they’ll get those fabric rustles in don’t worry.

#tma #star trek au #tma star trek au #i cannot believe this lives in my brain now

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crispyjenkins · 4 years ago

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I absolutely love your Cody/Kit headcanons! You also mentioned some Nautolan headcanons, and I would very much like to know what they are! Also your writing is amazing, Dha Kar'ta is one of my fav fics right now <3

ahhHHHHHH THANK YOU, ANON (づ￣ ³￣)づ dha kar’ta is just kicking off, and with the first part of hunger winding down, i’m suuuuper pumped to be putting more time into dha kar’ta

alright so i’m an ocean gay. like clearly i like space lmao but give me deep sea monstrosities over interstellar travel any day, and nautolans fit right into my rather ridiculous amount of trivial fish facts so here’s just a few headcanons~

(the Shakes™ are sort of bad rn so i won’t be sourcing anything but it’s all easy enough to find on google if you wanted to look into it more!)

touch!

most fish, especially schooling fish are very tactile as a form of communication and for pleasure (similar to cats rubbing against things outside of grooming), and i know significantly less about amphibians, but like.... if i’m wrong, i invoke the rule of cool: nautolans are tactile af, families tend to sleep on one room/bed/pool, and can get touch starved pretty easily. i imagine them sort of opposite to vulcans in their approach to touch (❁°͈▵°͈)

communication!

canonically/legends canonically, the nautolan language nautila is “spoken” mostly through pheromones released in water and sensed by their tentacles (just found out they’re not lekku 🙁), as well as vocalisations that super don’t translate well above water (and one source said they can read the swirls in each other’s eyes? not sure about that one). but because of this, they would be MASTERS at nonverbal cues, and add in the fact their tentacles sense emotions/pheromones above water too, i think kit fisto and other nautolan jedi would be suuuuuper good at communicating with the clones, hand signals or no. i’ve just had the thought of kit trying to teach his battalion nautolan shanties, who humor him because they like kit, but nobody understands what those clicks mean

babies!

force sensitive nautolans, unless they pose an extreme danger to themselves or others, are brought to the temple far older than other initiates. in canon, they start as tadpoles and gain limbs around their second year of life, but aren’t able to support themselves above water so they spend much of their childhood underwater; and because nautolan society have a good canon understanding of the force, at least enough to know the importance of training and controlling it, parents of force sensitive tadpoles work with the jedi for the first few years of life. while yeah, the crèche could probably handle raising a nautolan from egg, i’ve also got that tactileness headcanon, so it’s important for wee nautolans to grow up around and with others, especially those of their own species. once strong enough, they’re brought to the temple to join a crèche clan (ノ*´◡`)

tentacles!

can grow back à la amphibious limb regrowth

not very sensitive to the touch, as that isn’t their function, but are super temperature sensitive, and once you get past the epidermis, the flesh has FAR more nerve endings

dry out if not taken care of

a little difficult to learn ’saber combat around, which is one of the reasons kit fisto’s use of shii-cho was so impressive: form i relies heavily on sweeping motions especially against multiple targets, and kit’s spacial awareness would have to be unparalleled. and i’ve always headcanoned him as one of the best duelists in the order at the time, partially because one of his early teachers wanted him to focus on other forms of combat, and kit wanted to prove them wrong

rude to touch them without express permission, even in families

mandalorian nautolans would use beskar mail like togruta and twi’leki mandalorians so their tentacles aren’t hindered (original idea from @thatfunkyopossum‘s oc nata, or at least that’s where i first saw it!) although now i’m imagining having to put a sleeve/sock of mail over ALL FOURTEEN TENTACLES and my executive functioning wants to cry

water!

“freshwater” vs “salt water” nautolan exist, something i find frustrating about star wars but sci-fi in general is very little variety within a species itself, aside from color, SO nautolan choruses (one name for groups of frogs 😭 especially relevant with music so important to nautolans) can live in different levels of salt/your-alien-element-of-choice, and WILL get into debates at gatherings over what water is easiest to hear in

those that live offworld from Glee Anselm have a tank of sorts in their homes/ships

kit has a tiled pool à la turkish baths in his rooms at the temple, with a shallow end and a deep end (still working on some mirialan headcanons, but kit’s crèchemaster was mirialan and helped him design the tiling of his pool)

nautolans obviously don’t DRINK water, so those unaware are always startled when a nautolan without access to a tank will just sort of splash a glass of water over their head. they WILL do this at the dinner table.

eyelids!

there’s some conflict in canon sources about nautolans not having eyelids, or if they’re just rarely used, ‘cause we clearly see kit fisto blinking in tcw but it’s very situational. anyways, i like to think they have two eyelids, actually, one best for “fresh” water and one best for “salt” water. m’considering throwing in some eldritch ancestry and giving them a third eyelid that works best in space.....

okay i gotta cut this here i’ve spent far too much time on this instead of hunger (ღT◡Tღ) but i sincerely thank you anon, i’ve been sitting on these headcanons with no outlet for a while and even made some new ones today double checking info! might..... need to do more with the mando nautolan i threw in in chapter 8 of dha kar’ta.......

#long post #writing/headcanon #nautolans #species headcanons #anon #cj answers #why does format coding still suck ass #c'mon karp

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kinetic-elaboration · 3 years ago

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October 9: 3x10 Plato’s Stepchildren

Almost forgot about this! But I still have notes from TOS from Wednesday, so here they are.

I remember thinking Plato’s Stepchildren was a pretty bad episode, but actually it’s mostly good--it’s just that the most memorable parts are... not so good. Not easily watchable.

Kirk’s voice is so soothing to me. (I’d just woken up from a nap where I was having nightmares when I watched the ep, so I needed to be calmed lol.)

Spock utterly FAILING to detect life again. He’s surprisingly bad at this for someone whose job is to figure out if planets are inhabited or not.

So how do these aliens even know who Plato is?

Is this connected to Who Mourns for Adonais? Was Plato also an alien? Are they all related?

Spock hasn’t said anything this whole time; he’s just standing around and looking bemused.

Okay, thank you, Kirk, finally providing an explanation. They came to Earth and met Plato, as one does, and then just left again when the fun Roman times are over. Weird how much alien activity there was in Ancient Times.

Spock has NO tact. “Oh, guess a woman’s age? Of course. 35!”

I legit thought she was going to say she’s, 2330 years old.

Honestly of course they’re eugenicists. How am I not surprised?

Doesn’t seem like they’re bred so great if a paper cut kills them lol. *Khan voice* I like my supermen strong, maybe that’s just me.

Also who does all the work? The gremlins from The Time Machine? Alexander? Would that not make Alexander... stronger than all of them put together?

Those are some strong psychokinetic manifestations!

Omg the way Kirk grabs for Spock’s FAR arm when the stuff starts flying around the room. Way to be as entangled with him as possible.

Honestly enjoying all this Super Dramatic Acting.

Why does he hate Alexander so much? I think he’s pretty awesome.

Dammit McCoy, being too good at his job again.

“Where I come, size, shape, and color make no difference.”

Spock wants to go home!! Let him go home! (Miri flashback just a little bit...)

“I don’t know, Sir. And those are the facts.” Same, Scotty.

“All right, Scotty. I’ll fix it. Like always.” (Look Scotty does fix the ship but Kirk fixes the overall situation and this is the truth.)

WITH HIS HOOF

That song’s spooky as hell.

“Got your gun.”

I kinda feel like this ep was written just to allow Shatner to ham it up.

Spock's theory is basically: "It's possible he's embarrassed that he's been so mean to Captain Kirk, who has never done anything wrong, in his entire life, and is perfect and I love him."

It seems like the telekinetic abilities are also linked to douchiness.

McCoy’s gotta check out this gift. Real ancient Roman medical writings?? Quick, memorize it just in case.

The costumes for the Platonians are honestly kinda great. Love how Parmen is showing some leg here.

Kirk and Spock bringing out the big guns: You think YOU know Plato? We know Plato!

I think this is more of a Libertarian, rather than democratic society. Like replace the word “democratic” with the word “free” and you have every asshole conservative bro’s manifesto about a world without any government rules.

Also neither of those descriptions were of “justice.” Like justice doesn’t have anything to do with just doing whatever you want or with imposing your will on others by might. It’s like a bad day in intro to poli sci in here.

...This is the part where it loses me (the jig).

Not a good day for Kirk’s dignity at all.

I’m sorry but the way Kirk’s eyes pop open when Spock starts dancing around his head IS funny.

Making Spock laugh :(

Love McCoy sticking up for Vulcan culture though. Only I can make fun of Vulcans! Because I do it with love!

For Spock, Kirk starts to come out of his trance. Obviously. They will do anything for each other every time!

Yes, please, make this stop.

"The healthy release of emotion is frequently very unhealthy for those closest to you." Um, okay, LOTS to unpack there. About what he feels like can’t say or do perhaps? I mean tbh it doesn’t really have that much to do with what happened. Because being forced to laugh and cry is not a healthy release of emotion--McCoy’s point being not really on point--and the harm it did was to him, not to others, particularly. So this feels more like a general point.

Kirk is so intensely interested in what Spock is doing and saying.

"I might have hurt you.... They have evoked such great hatred in me.” Wow okay. That’s the part that upset him most.

Patented Jim Kirk shoulder grab. Really should have included that in AOS.

And now Alexander confronts years of emotional abuse.

Kirk is SO gentle. No one appreciates how gentle he is.

“We haven’t given up.” Of course, because he never gives up!

Interesting background on the powers. I’m willing to accept that.

“Power frequency” lmao they really are the worst, these Platonians. Are they sure they’re inspired by Plato and not like... early 21st century faux-intellectual ivy league dropout bros?

Alexander, if you wanted... you could take over the whole ball of wax.

Oh no, not these Roman Porn outfits... :/

The boys are really toeing the line with the length of those skirts. And the girls look like they’re in nightgowns.

Poor Christine. Her makeup makes her look like a drag queen. Also...all the Spock stuff.

I know Shatner wanted the historic kiss for himself and that's why he's paired with Uhura, but like.. this actually does make more sense? Because of the Spock and Chapel history? It’s especially demeaning for Christine to be with a man she has a crush on. And Uhura and Kirk’s dialogue in a way makes more sense than if Chapel were with him because she has looked to Kirk as Captain for inspiration and strength--like in Mirror Mirror, or literally whenever they’re on the bridge during an emergency. (Fwiw, the amazon trivia says these were the original pairings, but then there was talk of changing it around because Spock, being an alien and not technically white, might be a less shocking/offensive choice to racists. I think this is a stretch but at any rate... no matter how you slice it these are nonconsensual kisses and that’s really the most important thing about them.)

Kirk always rebels against people who are stagnant and boring.

"You're half crazy because there's nothing inside, nothing."

“Quite possible and... logical.” Lol. I don’t even remember what this is about but I suspect the word logical made no sense in context. Probably something about Kirk’s new telekinetic powers.

“Killing is murder, even for revenge.”

Kirk’s grumbly voice: “I don’t believe you.” And why should he?

Yesss Alexander! He gets to go on a trip!

The way Kirk tells Scotty specifically that he’s bringing up someone new makes me kinda want Alexander to become an engineer.

Too bad that they didn’t have a few extra minutes to show them all beaming up to the bridge in those outfits. Kirk warned Scotty about the alien but he didn’t warn him he’d be showing bare thigh.

When I mentioned my Alexander the engineer theory, my mom brought up the Prime Directive, and it brought me to one of my favorite rants, which is that the Prime Directive made a lot more sense in its initial incarnation as the Noninterference Directive. First, not interfering in other civilization is certainly important, but so are other things: averting disasters, protecting the crew and the ship, seeking justice for wrongs, diplomacy, etc. Is noninterference really the most important one? Really? Always? Also, you know there are other directives. There have to be other principles by which these groups of highly trained scientist/diplomat/soldiers are sent out on long term space missions. And if there are multiple directives, one would have to assume they’d be balanced against each other.

(Also the easiest way to not interfere with other civilizations’ progress is just not to get anywhere near their planets, which obviously isn’t part of the Starfleet-authorized plan, so. So much for that.)

This ep, which did not mention the “Prime” directive for good reason, is a good example of how this works. Yeah, essentially dismantling the Plutonian society and forcing them to open up to Starfleet and the Federation is “interfering.” But they came in response to the Plutonians’ distress call, and once on the planet, anything they do is interfering. What are they supposed to do? Pretend they never saw anything? That would involve leaving Alexander behind, first off--and he has every right to space travel. It would also mean never getting justice for the torture they experienced. And it still wouldn't undo the interference! because they've been, they've seen, they've interacted!

Also these aliens came to ancient Earth and fucked around so they started it.

Anyway, overall I did like this episode. I liked its premise, I thought it basically made sense and was self-contained within itself in a satisfying way, the stakes seemed significant, Alexander was a great guest character, there were excellent K/S and triumvirate moments, everyone was characterized well (Kirk and McCoy representing strong moral stances and Spock with some extremely interesting characterization moments), and the conclusion was satisfying. However, it felt like perhaps there was only 30-ish minutes of actual story, and they decided to pad the rest out with really embarrassing torture moments. And like... a part of me does think they needed to show some torture--this isn’t Saw, but when you’re forced to cringe through what the crew are experiencing, you understand just how humiliating and awful being used like this is for them, you see just how truly this IS torture even though it’s not physically painful, and you also see what kind of beings these aliens are, if this is how they treat other living beings and this is what they think is fun. That said... there were THREE separate torture sequences, one of which came AFTER the resolution had essentially been found, and which included some pretty unnecessary sexual assault--like two women were literally beamed into the scene for no other purpose than to be used as sex puppets, and that seems pretty excessive. So that was really my biggest complaint. All of that could have been cut down by a lot, and I wonder if the reason it wasn’t is because they didn’t know what else would fill 50 minutes.

My mom also pointed out that the Plutonians didn’t seem very entertained. That’s an interesting point. I think in the first sequences they were showing off what they could do and trying to break Kirk and co. In the last sequence, they were trying to entertain themselves, and the two guys from the peanut gallery seemed a little entertained... But then using telekinesis for entertainment and domination/control are two different concepts. Maybe that’s why they needed so much torture? To show the difference? Idk.

The Spock and Chapel scene was interesting, and it’s too bad we don’t get more of their story in TOS, honestly. I think he does like her, like as a friend, and I also... I feel like her interest in him is ultimately also friendly at its core. I don’t think she’s in love with him or anything. I think the dynamic is more like Delia and Ricky on MSCL--Delia had a crush on Ricky because it was easy and fun for her, and safe, because he was gay so nothing would ever happen. Similarly, when we first meet Chapel, she’s engaged to a man who’s been missing for a long time, which puts her in an awkward limbo place, where she knows she can’t fully open herself up to a relationship. And Spock is handsome and smart and basically kind but completely off limits (Vulcan) so he’s a safe place to put her emotions. The very fact that everyone knows she’s into him makes the crush that much less serious to me. Over time, I wish we’d seen the crush fade and the friendship grow stronger, but it felt pretty stagnant over all three seasons tbh.

Also I do think they hooked up in Amok Time lol.

And of course it would have been nice if we’d seen something of their relationship in AOS... if Chapel had been more than a couple throwaway lines and a joke about Kirk’s sluttiness...

Another thing that I was thinking about with this ep, pertaining to the reboot a little, is how Kirk really abhors stagnation, and he (and the show) believe that people, and other intelligent beings, need to evolve and innovate and grow in order to be happy and fulfilled. There's some pushback on this in the form of truly advanced civilizations, which exist as auras and brains and seem happy that way at least some of the time, but even then only sometimes. And he says it here, too, that the Plutonians aren't even "alive" and that their sadistic games are in large part a desire to feel something after so long simply "contemplating" and not doing. And I've been sort of of two minds about this during this rewatch but ultimately, I think I agree, I just think that 'progressing' and 'innovating' shouldn't be a synonym for, like, paid work. (Not that it is in Star Trek, just... in general.) But then I think about AOS and how Kirk is 22 in the bar fight scene and we know almost nothing about his life except that he can leave it, like, immediately, implying he's not in school, he doesn't work, or if he does, these things aren't important to him... he seems pretty stagnant.

And of course he’s pretty miserable too. But when he’s given something to do and something to care about, he starts thriving. So in other words, I can see this Kirk coming to the same beliefs as TOS Kirk, about what it takes for a human or intelligent being to truly flourish, but while TOS Kirk came to feel that way because he’d always lived his life according to those principles, AOS Kirk comes to feel that way because he’s known the opposite. He’s learned from his own misery. Now he’s ambitious and motivated and dedicated to his work--and he’s grateful for it too, because he remembers how bad life was being a shiftless townie in Riverside.

I just feel like there’s something perhaps interesting there for AOS writers who, like, actually understand Kirk to play with. (Which certainly does not include S**** P*** for one.)

And... that is it for my thoughts I think!! The next ep is one I’ve never seen, so we’ll see what I think of that.

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Disarm {Shadow Moon x Sibling!Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2541 Summary: Wednesday is on a mission to pull you and Shadow apart. Neither you, nor Shadow, or having any of that.

“And that is why I don’t think y/n should come with us, Shadow.” Wednesday seemed to enjoy speaking to your brother as if you weren’t there. As if you weren’t in the booth beside the tall, muscular man who had been your best friend since the day that you had been adopted by his wonderful mother. He had been messing with the climates of your relationship, trying to make things stormy when things were set to be clear. Trying was the key word here. You looked to your brother, and he looked to you, and you knew what he was going to say in response. And you were proud to have such a loyal brother - one who knew that you were better with him than without. One who wasn’t going to leave you at home because you were a ‘weirdo’. A freak. Even the Gods seemed to look at you like that - mainly the old ones. You would think that after hundreds, even thousands of years, there would be nothing that would surprise them. Let alone someone like you, who defined themselves as nonbinary.

“No,” Shadow said with a shrug, completely dismissing everything that Wednesday had said. “I’m not leaving them behind.”

You looked at the old man across from you with a smug expression. You didn’t like him from the start. He had an untrustworthy air. Him and his friends. You thought that Mad Sweeney was a bit funny, and Ostera was a wonderful woman but everyone else, you could take or leave. When he had offered Shadow a job, he took it with a couple of conditions. One of those was that you would accompany him. He had just lost his wife. He wasn’t willing to part with the only other person that he had left. Which was you. And since you had nothing else going on, just a dead-end job in a town that you didn’t care for, you found it easy to pack up and snooze in the back of the car while driving down the dusty highways of the country.

“Now, now, Shadow, don’t be hasty,” The man said, bringing his mug up to his lips. He looked small in that moment, and there was a glint in his eye that you weren’t fond of. This was an old God who was used to getting his way. And for the first time, someone was fighting back. He probably hadn’t expected that someone to be his son.

“I’m not being hasty,” Shadow said, quickly retorting back. “I’ve thought about it, and my answer is fuck you.”

“Shadow...” Wednesday said, a warning in his voice. You leaned forward, grabbing a couple of the sugars out of the little canister, and started to juggle them, getting the attention away from your brother.

“We’ve made it this far together,” You said, trying to reason. Poking the bear wouldn’t help anyone out in this situation. You’ve already tried that before, and ended up getting hurt because of it. “And we’ve done alright, wouldn’t you say? Okay, maybe there was a famine and Laura is back from the dead and the bullet guy is dead but we’re alive and we’re doing alright. We got a good thing going here. Let’s just keep it that way and not give each other anymore grief.”

“Bit late for that,” Shadow said, folding his hands in front of him and looked out the window. You glared at him - his input was usually nice, but now he was just stirring the pot.

“I just don’t want to see y/n get hurt,” Wednesday said, clapping to get Shadow’s attention back. “And if she-”

“They,” You corrected for the dozenth time today.

“- keeps following us around and getting involved in the war, it’s going to happen eventually. Remember Vulcan?”

You winced at the memory of the bullet God. You were glad that he was dead, thrown into the fire to become what he loved so much. Because of him, you had ended up getting shot. You and your damn mouth, getting you into trouble all the time. It hadn’t been a particularly dangerous shot, since it missed your arteries, but it still had hurt like a bitch. It was still wrapped up, underneath the frumpy sweater that you were wearing to keep yourself rather low-key.

“If you had given us any warning about what we were getting ourselves into, maybe it wouldn’t have happened,” Shadow said, still in a mood. The conversation took a lull for a moment as the waitress came around and put our heaping plates in front of us. I thanked her with a smile, then waited until she walked away to interject.

“Yeah, maybe if we weren’t with someone who had as many enemies, I might not have gotten shot.” You pointed out, looking pointedly at the old man across from you.

“Maybe if he had been looking where he was going-” Wednesday started to say again.

“They!” You jumped up, slamming your hands down on the table. “What is so difficult about they that you can’t understand? You’re ancient. You know a lot of words. Say this one with me. Th - ey. They.”

Wednesday gave you a dirty look which came through his bad eye as well as his good. You weren’t intimidated by him, though. He was an old God with old powers. He needed Shadow, and if he were to kill you, Shadow would not co-operate. It was as simple as that.

The restaurant had gone quiet at your outburst, but when you gave them nothing more to stare at, they cultivated their own conversations up to a peasant murmur once more. You lowered yourself back down onto the booth, and Shadow put his hand between your shoulders to keep you from jumping up again. And you noticed him subtly moving objects such as the napkin rack out of the way so you couldn’t hurl them at Wednesday’s head. Probably a good idea.

You distracted yourself with the food that was put in front of you. The usual greasy diner fare you had gotten used to during this road trip.

“Y/N is staying with us,” Shadow said, leaving no room for disagreement on the matter. “There’s no reason that you can give that’s good enough.”

You stuck your tongue out at Wednesday, playing a not so tactile card, but you were just so pleased to be getting your way. He put his hands up in surrender, though he still had a calculating look on his face. “Fine - fine, if that is what you want, Shadow, that is what you’ll get.”

“Why does it feel like we just made a deal with an evil genie?” You asked Shadow.

“They prefer to be called Djinn-” Wednesday cut in as Shadow nodded.

“Oh, so you’re all about what they prefer to be called. But I don’t matter enough to have my own pronouns respected? Rude, Wednesday. Rude.”

You lounged in the backseat of the Wednesday’s car, back against the door, and feet up on the seat. The God kept fiddling with the dial, and then set it onto some jazz croner who gave you an instant headache.

“Do you know any enchantments, Wednesday?” You asked, playing with the seatbelt strap. He turned around to look at you, his eyes shielded by the ridiculous straw hat that he was wearing on his head.

“Why?” He questioned, since you rarely ever asked him anything.

“Is there one to make me temporarily deaf? Because this song is seriously causing me some pain. A bit of hearing loss wouldn’t go amiss.”

“Ask and you shall-” Odin started, but Shadow cut him off.

“Do not deafen y/n,” He ordered. “And stop complaining back there. I’ve heard the music you listen to. This is a gift compared to that.”

You crossed your arms and side dramatically, hanging your head backwards against the window.

“Bored, bored, bored,” You muttered under your breath, tapping the back of your head against the glass with each mention of the word. “Are there any attractions or something on this road? Like a museum? Or a hot dog shack? Bro, we gotta get a couple of footlongs. Road trips are nothing without the dogs. I don’t even know how we survived this long without them.”

“We’re not making a stop until we get to the destination,” Wednesday said, pulling the hat down over his eyes, clearly ready to take a snooze.

“We’re not making a stop until we get to the destination,” You mocked. Wednesday didn’t give you a response, so you had no fuel left to throw on the fire. Maybe taking a nap wasn’t such a bad idea. The beds in the motels that you’ve been staying in were lumpy. And they were the sort that took quarters in order to vibrate so you really hadn’t felt comfortable staying on them. You had laid out some of your clothes on top of the bedspread and slept on them, trying to make a barrier between yourself and the bacteria. It hadn’t worked very well.

You woke up an hour later, though there was no noise that had roused you. Rather, the car had come to a complete stop. You looked around to see that you were still in the middle of nowhere, but there was a stall up ahead. A woman was selling berries. In the middle of nowhere.

Shadow unclicked his seatbelt and was starting to get out of the car. You grabbed at his shoulder and tried to keep him in place but he looked like he didn’t hear you. You hurried out through your own door and circled ahead of him, walking backwards so he wouldn’t bump into you. “What happened to no stops?” You asked.

“I’m hungry,” He said, his broad frame catching up to you quickly, and then passing you. You had to jog to keep up.

“You do realize this is suspicious as hell, right? Look at where we are. It’s all ... fields. There are no berrybushes or anything around here. Where did she get them, and why is she selling them here, where no one drives?”

“You’re being paranoid,” Shadow said. You noticed, though, that he was looking straight ahead, his eyes never deviating. Right at the woman in the sundress on the side of the road who was beckoning for both of you to come closer. You shook your head - this was too damn weird.

“I’m serious Shadow,” You said, sensing that something wasn’t right here. Wednesday was no help, he was still napping in the passenger seat of the car. You could see him from where you were standing. “This sounds like a bad greek tale or something. I don’t trust it. I’ll buy you all you want to eat at the next rest stop, just please, get back in the car.”

“There’s nothing to worry about,” Shadow said, nudging you aside to go up to the woman. You turned around to take the sight of her in and - and she was beautiful. Not like a supermodel with angular features, but someone who just seemed to radiate love and life. Voluptious. Dimples. A great smile. Silky hair. The brightest eyes that you had ever seen.

“Come on sugar, don’t you want to try some fresh berries?” She asked, holding out a basket of blueberries.

You had to shake your head to release yourself from the temptation. It wasn’t all that hard. For you, it was a split second of hunger, and the thought of a pie. It was an easy temptation to get rid of. But Shadow was giving in - giving in way too easily. You never actually saw him eat berries before, so this was extremely suspicious. Trying to get him to return to the car with your words was clearly not working.

So you acted a little hastily. Rather than try to pull Shadow away, which would be damn near impossible given the size of him, you turned to the woman. She was smiling at you, trying to entice you to take a berry. Shadow was reaching inside of the basket, and pulled out one that looked perfectly ripe. Perfectly round.

You thrust your arms up under the basket, pushing hard on the bottom of it, making the woman jolt. She let go of the basket in surprise, and the berries flew into the air, then scattered on the ground around the three of you. “Look at what you did!” The woman screamed, falling onto her knees. It was like a curtain had been pulled, and light was seeping through - for you and Shadow were able to see more clearly now. The once beautiful woman was an old crone. Really like something out of Grimm brothers. Shadow pulled back in a dazed disgust, and looked around him.

“Where are we?” He asked, holding his head.

“Never mind that, get in the car, go, go, go!” You said, rushing him, pushing his back. He stared to jog back towards the car, turning his head over his shoulder to look at the stall. The woman was still on the ground, screeching, trying to put all of the berries back into her basket. You didn’t have much time before she would have collected them all. You had to get out of here.

You threw yourself into the backseat, and you didn’t have time to put your seatbelt on before Shadow was pressing down on the gas pedal and getting you the hell out of there.

“What happened?” Wednesday grunted, pulling the hat up from over his eyes.

“I don’t know,” Shadow said, still confused. He adjusted the rearview mirror but you popped your head up to try to block him from seeing out the back.

“Don’t even look, Shads,” You warned. “She might have all her berries back in her basket.”

“Rickity old stall?” Wednesday guessed.

“You know it?”

“It means that they know where we’re going and which way that we’re taking,” Wednesday said gloomily. “Good on you, Shadow, for not giving into the temptation. Many people have fallen-”

“You’re giving him all the credit? Really?” You asked, completely in disbelief. “He was over there like Narcissus to a mirror! I was the one who stopped it by hitting the damn basket.”

“It’s true,” Shadow agreed. “Y/N saw right through it.”

Wednesday didn’t say anything for a long moment. You didn’t think that he was going to at all. You just settled right back into the seat, looking through the windshield at the long road ahead.

“I guess you should continue with us then,” He said. You knew it was hard for the old God to admit any sort of defeat, so maybe you would let it go graciously..

Nah.

“In your face, sucker,” You said with a smirk.

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where-the-ligtning-strikes · 5 years ago

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Okokok I only have, like, 3 followers (thxs ya’lls! Love ya) but my family is done with my star trek bullshit and I have shit to DISH OUT, especially with the alternative movie series. I get that it still made some people happy and it introduced a lot more people into star trek and I Respect that but GOD. What The Fuck. What the fuck?

For example, movie 1 AOS, (spoilers, I guess) I really, REALLY fuck’en hated about how Kirk, motherfucken, CHEATS on the test and Spock is the one who looks like the one wrong in this??? Like I know Kirk’s whole reason was about how immoral it was to send a Bunch Of People on the command track with the training and expectation to Die if shit gets too tough but it was just how it was done in the movie that really Jars my Pickles. Because he betrays a fellow officers trust, cheats from the get-go as soon as he finds out its rigged and then the writers were like “BTW, kirk was totally right about cheating lol.” NO. Did you know what I saw kirk as? I saw him as a spoiled asshole who couldn't lose. And thats not the kirk I’m supposed to see! Thats not the kirk I want to see. It could’ve been handled so much better.

Like, alright. Lets say that I’m a Star Trek writer for these new movies (sweet). The writing team and I want these things to happen;

1) Kirk takes the test.

2) Kirk loses

3) Kirk cheats.

4) Kirk was completely right to cheat.

Ok. Cool. So instead, this is what happens. Kirk studies and he studies hard, he does everything right. And He Loses. Again. And again. He’s done different things in different ways and the crew, even if only artificially, die. In the last (2nd to last really) try, he kinda just trying to do whatever, and then one of the people in charge come to him like, “hey you finally passed.” And kirk, rightfully, is very confused because the end result is the same to Every Other Damn Time He Took The Test. And the guy giving him the results just kinda laughs and goes “Oh no honey, its rigged to lose.”

And Kirk goes, “Hey. What the fuck.”

But then!!! Then kirk goes to the people in charge of the test, he goes to them and tells them, “Hey what the fuck. this shits messed up.”

And the people in charge of test goes “yeah, but its the Council‘s choice, some of us think the test is valid for X and Y bullshit reasons, also fuck you.”

Kirk basically goes. “Wow. Alright.” And after such goes to the council and is like, “Hey. Uh. This test sucks ass because telling people to expect to die rather than, you know, doing shit is really, extremely, fucked up.”

And the council goes “Didnt you pass? We’re dicks, fuck you.”

And kirk, well. Kirk aint going without a fight! No sir-ee. Nope. The issue isn't getting enough attention, no one is taking Kirk seriously or giving him the time of day. Except for Bones, whos reluctantly but an absolute bro, BUT kirk remembers a bunch of stuff about the office/lab whatever of the pepes who made the test and kirk decides that hey, if no one is gonna give him the time of day then he’s gotta force their hand by cheating because with cheating theirs a court and with a court there's Media and they cant just kick him out because they have to decide and agree if Kirk Actually Cheated and if or if not he gets to stay at the academy. If kirk wins, they’ll have to change the test. If not... well, he leaves in disgrace. And he’s, obviously, taking a huge risk because he doesn't want to get kick out and the last thing he wants to do is to stick out like this but he really does believe that there is no such thing as a no-win situation, he really believes in this, and he’s going to fight for it.

And so, he tries one more time and he cheats. he makes it to where no matter what, he wins and he WANTS everyone to know that he cheated. So he doesn't try to make it subtle or make it look like there was a bug that just Happened to Let Him Win. No, its obvious and as clear as day that James T. Kirk cheated. Everyone knows, their grandma knows, and Spock knows. Spock charges him on such and the movie proceeds.

2nd movie! Star Trek Into Darkness! What gets under my skin is that Kirk! Lies! And he’s all, “ Dur Dur Spock you betrayed me for telling the admirals the truth in the report.” Even though??? Spock and kirk never discussed it? To lie??? He wants Spock and his CREW to put their careers ON THE LINE??? Also just to lie is, extremely, fucked up that does not vibe with me and it does NOT have me like kirk. And I want to like kirk! So, once again. I’m a writer for Star Trek Into Darkness, me and the writing team want these things to happen;

1) Kirk saves Spock from a volcano.

2) Kirk breaks the prime directive to do it.

3) Spock ‘betrays’ kirk and

4) Kirk is justified in feeling betrayed.

5) Fuck it, for shits and giggles, lets say that kirk also still has to lie and gets demoted

So, the mission to stop the super volcano is going well, everything goes right and they should be done soon. Sweet. But wait, what the fuck. Spock’s equipment bugs the fuck out and Spock, is still, in a fucking super volcano.

What the fuck.

So, kirk is doing mental gymnastics in his head trying to see if theirs a way to save Spock without getting seen by the natives. And finds that, there isn't. It’s violating the prime directive, or losing Spock, which, its not even a competition. So kirk goes to the crew and is like “Hey. I’ll take the blame, but we’re going to have to violate the prime directive cuz we’re already low on officers thanks to that huge attack Nero did and at some point we’re going to lose everyone if we keep leaving people behind and Spock is an extremely talented officer that we can’t afford to lose. He’s also my friend And I love him.”

He’s the captain and people are more likely to listen this time cuz he saved the world, so the crew goes. “Ok so Spock is the bitch who’s a terrible loser, strict as fuck and wouldent know ‘fun’ if it ran up to him naked and slaped his ass, but he’s our bitch so we’re in.”

And kirk goes, “Sweet.”

They save him, but Spock gets into a Huge disagreement Publicly On The Bridge as soon as he’s back cuz he went through the mental gymnastics too and knows that theirs no way he could’ve been saved without Jim violating the Prime directive and, for a legitimate reason that would be Bad because lets say that the Klingons and the Federation are in a Cold War like state and one of the agreements they had so that 2 halves of the known universe wouldent blow out each others brains was that Nobody could find new planets and manipulate them to fight for “their side”. Not only would this risk a galactic war with a race itching for an excuse to fight and come out on top with an already weakened Federation, even if Jim didnt leave or actually do anything other than accidently show his ship to the natives.

And thats completely excluding the fact Jim can lose his captaincy and spock could be separated and lose jim. So Spock Loses His Shit (In his Vulcan way, naturally) And Jim is hurt and betrayed by this because he just risked everything and thats ok but Spock all but verbally slaps him in the face with consequences he’s already well aware of and does so Publicly in FRONT OF THE CREW. And a captain and a 2nd in command is supposed to Agree on stuff, 2nd in command can make all the corrections and adjustments needed but its a thing in Star Fleet where 2nd in command is supposed to ultimately have the captains back even if the captain in question is Wrong.

Everyone is upset and everything is dicey at best.

Kirk and Spock dont write a report yet, they call the admiralty and tell them what happen. No lies, completely truth. The admiralty basically say all the stuff Spock says and they can’t afford to give the Klingons an inch and Kirk didnt… actually violate the prime directive, not the spirit of it. He didnt introduce himself to the tribes as a Star Fleet officer, he didnt accidently nor purposely leave any futuristic tools or weapons to be found. He didnt try to influence the culture, at all. The only thing that happened was that the tribe accidently saw the ship saving Spock.

So, grimly, the admirals have it where Kirk and the crew lie in the reports. The mission succeed. Completely. The Klingon ambassadors, nor anyone else not even by word of mouth can ever find out about this and because its not recorded or on paper in any way it and it Did Not Happen. There's a lot of political tension at the moment and this was a huge stunt that Kirk pulled and he took the blame like he said, so he’s demoted on the spot, and his last moments as captain was Spock, publicly, ripping him a new one. The rest of the movie happens.

I’m just- this is just 2 things. Legit, it doesn't even change the movie but I’d feel so much better about kirk if it went like this or something like this and IM SO BITTER These movies could've been SO GOOD and had so much potential and so much Good Shit and they Ruined it! I couldn't even bring myself to watch the 3rd one. Anyway, Thanks for coming to my ted talk

#aos star trek #star trek into darkness #star trek #Ramblings #jim kirk #spock #Full respect to the thing Spock and Nyota have going on i get it its a good ship #but... nyota is Gay #Spock is Gay #personal headcanon #u know how it is

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eeveecrmchl · 4 years ago

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DISCORD THREAD | EEVEE X VULCAN:

feat: @eeveecrmchl & @ellisvulcan

summary: eevee gets jealous.

tw: drugs, eevee being a hypocrite

Eevee: It’s a common occurrence that Eevee feels stupid, but the fact that she’s been warned as well as personally seeing the messages exchanged in the group chat and still she let herself think that she was still special enough in V’s life? That’s a whole new level. So falling asleep to Tee’s warnings and waking up to what he kept mentioning did not sit right with the woman, her chest feeling heavy remembering the nights shared and now wondering how many girls were in between them. Tequila and molly provide the perfect combination to forget; while she’s been told to stop popping pills with alcohol, she figures this is good a time as any to break the rules. Stereo on high, Eevee lays her head back against the arm rest of her couch, eyes fluttering close as she mumbles through whatever lyrics she thinks she’s hearing. Her phone lays by the coffee table, ignored. She really doesn’t want to talk to anyone right now; not while she’s like this. Her excuse for a nap should hopefully keep Tee at bay and maybe ignoring V would do the same.

Vulcan: "Where do you think I messed up this time, bud? I should stop doing that." His newly adopted dog just replies with a bark. "I'm going crazy." Crazy and worried. Eevee just ignored his last message, and she's been pushing him away ever since he sent a message of him and his dog in the group chat. He doesn't have a name with him yet, he cannot be trusted with giving names. He kept on staring down at his phone before glancing back up with the road with his dog just looking at him curiously. He closed up shop, worrying about her state right now, he took her spare key with him just in case she doesn't open up. Good thing the traffic around town isn't that heavy at this time of day and his drive is quick. "Wish me luck?" He whispers to the dog before picking him up in his arms and rushes to her door. Knocking thrice, no response. He fishes for the key in his pocket and unlocks the door, walking in and immediately noticing Eevee on the couch. "Don't make a mess, okay? We gotta look after her." He puts him down before walking up to the couch, immediately taking her hand to hold. "Eevee....baby...."

Eevee: The thing about mixing an upper with a depressant is that sometimes, the latter wins out which is how Eevee finds herself not truly registering the sound of the door opening until she feels someone’s hand on hers. Reflex has her flinching, bolting up right. Upon seeing Vulcan, she wonders when the fuck the molly is supposed to hit because she should be euphoric by now. Fake happiness is better than her current state. Eyes wide, she tilts her head in confusion with a quick passing thought of this might be a hallucination. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s imagined V during one of her trips. She’s pretty sure she took too much tequila because, “don’t call me baby” is pulled from her much too slowly. Or at least she thinks it’s slow. Is she talking normally? There’s a flash of something moving in her peripherals and her eyes land on the dog. “Oh.” And her chest hurts because fuck, he’d really bring in the thing he bought with someone into her home? Maybe her prediction of V fucking someone in her kitchen might come true. The thought of it makes her laugh and she must look crazy but at this point she doesn’t even care. “What are — what are you doing here,” she manages out in between giggles.

Vulcan: Upon seeing Eevee, he knew she was the complete opposite of being sober right now. That even worried him more. He lets out a deep sigh at her telling him not to call her baby, taking her hand away from his. Vulcan doesn't even notice his dog has followed him to her side until he heard a tiny bark. "Yeah, bud. This is her." He might've already rambled to a dog who surely wouldn't understand him about how the girl's better than him at giving names, how she'd love him. The dog does have an adorable smile that made the mechanic adopt him without thinking twice. He pets him before turning back to the girl who was now giggling. "You worried me, Eevee. I just had to come over and check up on you--used your key, I hope you don't mind." He frowns.

Eevee: “I’m fine,” is the automatic response that comes from the woman. It’s the same thing she’s told everyone all her life. Hey Eevee, how are you dealing with your mom’s death? I’m fine. Hey Eevee, I heard your dad remarried; are you okay? I’m fine. Eevee, Vulcan left you. I’m fine And there she sits in front of the only man that’s made her vulnerable enough to feel but she gives him the standard lie she’s been trying to let herself believe. “You checked up on me and I’m good. You can go now.” She doesn’t mean to be cruel but having him close by is just another reminder of how stupid she’s being. “Go back to whoever it is for the day,” she throws, hurt obvious in her tone. “Do I get the night time? Am I that special? Come here to get your quick fuck before the next one?” Her voice shakes and she’s still unable to look him in the eye. “Or is it my turn now,” and with that she wrestles off her shirt, standing to try and tug him towards the bedroom. “Come on, let me make you feel good in my allotted time slot.”

Vulcan: "Eevee." He repeats her name, emphasizing the worry in his voice this time. Vulcan is slowly coming to understand what might've caused this, what does that text mean, mentioning Angel and Claudia. Then he realized...He doesn't even to word it all out in his head right now. He quickly snaps out of his thoughts when Eevee suddenly starts tugging him towards her bedroom. "Whatever you're thinking, Eevee. That's not it." He put both of his hands on her arms, stopping her from taking him to her room. "I...I asked for Camelia's help with the shelter today. I don't have a time table, you're not some allotted time slot. Eevee...you're so much more to me than just a quick fuck." He pleadingly looks into her eyes. "I'm not here for that. I'm here to take care of you. I'm genuinely worried."

Eevee: Eevee refuses to look at him, flinching when he says her name. At his explanation, the denial practically screams through her but she keeps quiet. Maybe if she pretends, maybe if she acts like it’s okay, it will be. “I believe you.” She doesn’t. Eevee takes a step back from him, wrapping her own arms around her frame. She’s never felt so small before and while the rational part of her brain is telling her that his rejection at her offer is because she’s being like this, she can’t help but think it’s because she’s not them. “I’m sorry.” Eevee doesn’t know what for but she’d rather him think her normal than jealous at something she doesn’t even have the right to. She finally takes note of the puppy, intent on putting all her focus on him. “What a cutie,” her voice doesn’t even sound like hers anymore, but she can fake it. “You still haven’t thought of a name?”

Vulcan: For the amount of time they've known each other, how intimate they used to be, Vulcan knew Eevee was pretending, making him believe that she's doing okay. She's obviously on one of her trips, he doesn't even need to ask her. "Do you really, Eevee?" He couldn't help but ask, but he didn't want to poke on about it now and make things worse. He sighs frustratingly, running his fingers through his her. Then she just switches the topic to his dog, who looks like he has been curiously watched the both of them. "Yeah--I thought you'd love him the second I got him. He's got an adorable smile." He slips his hands in his pockets, looking down to his feet. "Hmm, you remember how bad I am on thinking names." He shakes his head to himself. "Eevee I--I'm doing my best to fix this, I'm making it up to you."

Eevee: “Yes, I do,” the lie comes out naturally. Were she a little more sober, she’d realize that Vulcan knows her well enough when she does so, but right now, all she can think of is to forget. She keeps her eyes on the dog; he really did have an adorable smile. Bending down to let him approach her, she can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah. I can only guess what you’ve already thought of.” Looking back up at V, she frowns at the sight of him. Looks like her plan isn’t working and so she goes for next bet: distract. Taking a standing position, she nears the man, wraps her arms around his waist and buries her head on his chest. It hurts, knowing that it’s probably different for her, but she turns her face towards him anyway, pushing herself up to press her lips against his. “No need to fix anything,” she tries to reassure him, hating herself a little for loving the way he feels this close. “Come on. We’re fine now.”

Vulcan: "I cannot name him after a car brand, he's just too cute for that. He deserves a better name, and I think you can give him that. Right bud?" He swears this dog can understand humans just with the way he lets out a small bark in response to his question. Vulcan just knows when Eevee is pretending or trying to distracting him from whatever's going on, especially the fact that she's on a trip right now. It might've been a year, but he hasn't forgotten anything about her. He holds her close as she hugged him, letting out a defeated sigh. This hurts him, and he just wanted her to know how up to this day, she's still the one who owns his heart. Yet he knew this isn't the right timing. He kisses her back, then pulls away to burrow his face on her neck. "I'm still worried, Eevee."

Eevee: Eevee smiles at Vulcan’s attempt at talking to the dog, but the situation keeps her from acting all out on it -- like join him in the conversation. “Car brands are kind of cute? I like Chevrolet. Sounds fancy.” She knows that it’s not over yet, that her little bouts of jealousy would come up in conversation later. Eevee also knows that she shouldn’t think herself too special. She’s just an ex; she needs to remember that. “Don’t be,” she pulls back a little, eyes locked in with his. “I’m fine.” Letting go, she pays attention to the dog once more, scooping the puppy up into her arms. Eevee wants to ask why he would need a dog but thinking that he’s probably sharing it with someone or — oh God — is he coparenting with one of his other girls? Shaking the thought away, she takes a seat on her couch. “Did you want it car themed?”

Vulcan: "Car themed? Yeah. I kind of want that, it kind of fits for him and for me?" Vulcan decided not to press furthermore on the topic anymore. "Chevrolet--Yeah, and we can call him Chevie, that's adorable. Our little Chevie. You like that bud?" He asks while he walks over to the couch, sitting beside her. He takes her hand which has 'baby girl' tattooed, lightly kissing it with his warm brown eyes staring into her green ones. "I got him because it's been too quiet a home for a very long time now. I thought having him would lessen the feeling of being alone, and had a feeling that you'd love him." Vulcan pets the pomeranian in her arms. "I think he's not complaining about the name 'Chevie'. What do you think, baby?"

Eevee: Eevee is grateful for the change in topic, knowing that this jealousy is something she’d rather deal with on her own under copious amount of alcohol and hopefully some coke she can buy from a few of her old hookups. It’s the Carmichael way of dealing with problems: complete denial. “Chevie sounds nice,” she agrees, repeating it softly so the pup would know. Her eyes follow the way he takes her hand, momentarily forgetting that she had his nick name for her tattooed. Lips press down and God, all Eevee wants to do is cry because just how many girls does he make feel this way? Instead she offers him a small smile, nodding in agreement about the name. “I mean there’s really no other car name I can think of.”

Vulcan: “Chevie. You happy with that?” This is one of so many things Vulcan imagined doing with Eevee. There’s just so many things in his head that made him yearn for her a lot, which hurts because those just stayed as thoughts because of her father pushing him to break things off with her and pretend as if she never existed in his life in the first place. He had to pretend, but deep inside, for the past year, he felt shreds of him dying. It’s funny how the kiss they’ve shared for the first time in a year can do so much for him. “I’m not naming yung Mustang, little bud. That just doesn’t fit you.”

#eevee * / discord threads .#eevee * / & vulcan .#drugs tw

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beatlejuice64 · 5 years ago

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Destiel Season 14: A catalog of Supernatural episodes

A catalog of each episode in Supernatural that features scenes related to Destiel. This includes scenes between Dean and Castiel, scenes with other characters that address their relationship with each other, and scenes that allude to Dean’s bisexuality.

Season 14 Summary Analysis

Cas is in a tailspin after losing Dean to Michael’s possession, and he resorts to seeking help from a demon. Cas is determined to find a way to stop Michael without killing Dean. After Dean becomes himself again, he and Cas resume their affectionate domestic behavior toward one another, along with their co-parenthood of Jack. Cas and Dean comfort each other when Jack dies, and they work together (with Sam) to bring him back. When Michael possesses Dean a second time, Cas and Sam do whatever they can to save Dean, and Cas continues to worry about Dean while Michael is trapped inside his mind. Dean becomes resigned and self-destructive after Billie (aka Death) talks to him about his fate, and he pushes Cas and Sam away. After Jack kills Mary, Dean cannot forgive Cas for hiding Jack’s mental state from him. Dean is determined to stop soulless Jack by any means necessary, but Cas still wants to save Jack, and this conflict drives a rift between the two of them. In the end, Dean can’t bring himself to kill Jack because he still considers him to be family.

My interpretation: When Dean decides to lock himself inside the Ma’lak box, Cas gets angry at him for giving up and for not talking it through with him. Cas canot bear to think of Dean trapped in an eternal torment with Michael, and he’s hurt that Dean is willing to put himself in that situation without even saying goodbye. After Jack dies and is resurrected, Castiel’s top priority shifts from Dean’s safety to Jack‘s, partly because he knows that he will most likely outlive Dean, whereas Jack could live much longer and have a more lasting impact on the world. Even after Jack kills Mary, Cas continues to be protective of Jack, and it wounds him to see Dean so fervently vengeful toward their fostered son. Sam recognizes the rift that has appeared between Cas and Dean, and he stops Cas from moving to comfort Dean at Mary’s funeral because he knows it would cause a fight. Cas has difficulty reconciling his love for Dean with Dean’s violent attitude toward Jack. Cas feels like he has to choose between Dean and Jack, and he ultimately chooses Jack. Dean’s repeated traumatic experiences with mind control harden him and make him emotionally distant from everyone, and this is only made worse when Mary is killed. Dean sees soulless Jack as a monster, and he takes it as a personal insult that Cas would defend Jack. Dean blames Cas for Jack’s actions because he’s desperate to find a scapegoat for his pent-up frustrations and repressed trauma.

14.01 Stranger in a Strange Land

Cas is so desperate to find Dean that he seeks information from a demon named Kipling.

Kipling makes a joke about Castiel’s relationship with Dean: “I’m sorry, did you just say that you lost a Winchester? Because one, that’s interesting, and two, how is it that you lost Dean? I thought the two of you were joined at the... you know, everything.”

Sam and Jack both express doubt that they’ll be able to save Dean, but Cas remains steadfast and faithful: “We are going to find Dean, and we are going to beat Michael, and we’re going to do it together. Because that’s what we do.”

14.02 Gods and Monsters

Cas references a phrase that Dean has used with him in the past: “I had myself. Just the basic me, as, uh... as Dean would say, ‘without all the bells and whistles.’”

Cas demonstrates his wholistic understanding of the human perspective when talking about Jimmy Novak: “You know, in all my thousands of years, what happened to Jimmy Novak and his family, it’s my greatest regret.”

When Jack inquires about killing Michael, Cas insists on the importance of saving Dean: “Did they find Michael?” “Yeah, they think so.” “So they’re gonna try and kill him?” “Uh, no. No, the plan is to subdue him using angel cuffs and spell work. They have to get Michael out of Dean.” “And if he doesn’t leave?” “Then they’ll try to drive him out.” “And if that doesn’t work?” “Jack...” “Cas, Michael has to be stopped.” “I know, and he WILL be, after Dean is...” “No, Dean doesn’t matter. You’re all so focused on trying to saving Dean. And I get it, I understand, but if he can’t be saved, if it comes down to him or Michael, Michael has to be stopped—caged or killed.” “And if that means that Dean dies, too?!” “Then Dean dies. I know this Michael. I’ve seen what he’s done to an entire world, and so have you. If stopping that from happening here means that Dean has to die, then... Do you think he’d want it any other way?”

14.03 The Scar

Cas is so damn happy to see that Dean is back safe (the music swells when they first see each other): “Sorry, I wanted to be there, but we figured that Michael would sense my presence, so...” “Sam told me. Ain’t no thing.”

Cas continues to worry about Dean and asks Sam how he really is: “Dean... how is he really?” “I don’t know.” “Why would Michael just give up his vessel like that?” “I don’t know.”

Dean exhibits the high level of trust he has in Cas to be willing to let him inside his head: “So, Cas, I’m gonna need you to, uh, get in my head. You know, do the whole Vulcan mind meld thing. ‘Cause if I can’t remember what happened, I need you to drag it out of me, okay?”

When Dean hurts Jack’s feelings (“You’re barely 100 pounds soaking wet”), Cas gives him a scolding look, which clues Dean in on his transgression.

When a girl asks Jack if Cas is is his dad he says, “One of them, yes.”

14.07 Unhuman Nature

While talking with Sam, Cas acknowledges that they’re all co-fathers to Jack: “You know, he’s [Dean] lost people, we’ve all lost people, but, um...” “This feels different. Losing, um... a son, feels different.”

14.08 Byzantium

Dean leaves the room while Jack is dying and Cas goes after him to remind him that Jack needs him there: “What? It’s not fair? I know that. But he needs you.”

After Jack dies, the boys hang out and get drunk together. Cas stays up with Dean longer than Sam.

When Dean wakes up with a hangover and is tactlessly blunt to Lily, Cas is visibly amused.

Cas asks Jack not to tell Sam and Dean about his deal with The Empty because he doesn’t “want them to worry.”

14.09 The Spear

Cas explains to Jack that they should have plenty of time together before The Empty takes him: “You know, The Empty said that it wouldn’t come for me until I had finally given myself permission to be happy, but with everything we have going on, with Michael still out there, I don’t see that happening anytime soon. This life may be a lot of things, but it’s rarely happy.”

Cas points out Dean’s good mood, noticing his behavior is out of the ordinary: “You seem good lately. Happy, even. We have a broken tape deck, we drove this whole way without music, and you did not complain once.” “You know, I guess I’m just fired up. I mean look, we got Jack back. When was the last time we had a big, no-strings-attached win like that?” Cas is visibly uneasy about keeping his deal with The Empty from Dean, but he doesn’t want to dash Dean’s high spirits.

14.10 Nihilism

While talking to Michael, Cas demonstrates his understanding of the value of vulnerability: “You’re confusing loyalty and compassion with weakness.”

Cas shows concern for Dean while he and Sam are in Dean’s mind: “So much trauma in Dean’s mind. So many scars.”

Sam and Cas use their knowledge of Dean to know that that they need to look for him in his good memories: “If Michael wanted to keep Dean placated...” “Dean thrives on trauma. I mean, he’s had to his whole life, right? It keeps him alert, keeps him ready, but if I wanted to distract Dean, I’d give him something he’s never had before.” “Contentment.” “Exactly.”

Michael mocks Dean’s relationship with Cas to throw him off: “You only tolerate the angel because you think you owe him, because he ‘gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition,’ or whatever. But since then, what has he done? Only made mistakes, one after the other.”

14.12 Prophet and Loss

After failing to talk Dean out of shutting himself in the Ma’lak box, Sam calls Cas for help. Cas is doing everything he can to figure out a way to save Dean, and even offers to try talking to Dean himself: “Sam, maybe if I spoke with Dean...” “It wouldn’t matter, believe me. I’ve never seen him like this. He won’t listen to me. He just... no. If we don’t find some way, Dean’s gone.”

Cas is excited to hear Dean’s voice when Dean calls him, and he tries to convince Dean not to go through with his plan: “Dean! It’s so good to hear from you.” “Okay. Well, good. Uh, listen, Cas, uh, Sam and I are workin’ this case...” “You’re working a case. That is so good to hear. So I assume that means you’re not going through with it, because I have to say, Dean, this plan of yours, it was born of desperation, not reason.” “My plan.” “I know that I’m not supposed to know what I know, but...” “Look, I’m fine with my plan, okay? We can talk about my plan later.” “Dean, you are making a terrible mistake. ... We need to have a conversation.” “Look, I really gotta handle this right now, okay? So thank you, and uh, it’s good to hear your voice.”

Cas calls Dean out for being dismissive and self-destructive: “What happened to him [Donatello], that was my fault. It was necessary, but doesn’t mean I don’t regret it. It doesn’t mean that I don’t wish that there could’ve been another way.” “I know the feeling.” “Oh, no. No, please don’t compare this with your suicidal plan. Just stop!” “Okay. Alright, why don’t we talk about that later?” “Because according to your plan, there won’t be a later.” “Cas, if you were a friend of mine, then you will understand that I have to do this, and you won’t try to stop me. You think this is easy on me? It has to be done.” “So then, this is goodbye?”

Cas is frustrated that Dean has given up: “Dean, if there’s a spark, a hope, then I have to try. YOU taught me that.”

14.14 Ouroboros

Cas recognizes Dean’s struggle and genuinely wants to know how he is doing. Dean opens up about his experience: “Hey, Dean?” “I’m fine.” “What you’re doing, even just sitting here and having a cup of coffee, is a Herculean feat. I can’t imagine the willpower it’s taking to keep Michael imprisoned. Are you really fine?” “I don’t know, Cas. But that’s what I’m supposed to say, right? ‘I’m fine,’ keep on movin’? It’s what we all say.” “No, Dean.” “Okay. There’s this pounding in my head. It never stops. Michael’s in there, and he is fighting hard to get out. And I can’t let my guard down, not for a second. I’m barely even sleeping.” “Well, that’s not sustainable.” “No, no. It’s probably not, but no point in complainin’ about it. It’s on me.” “No, it’s on US. We are here to help you.” “I know. I know that, and I appreciate that, I do. Look, before the kid gets back... I know I agreed to give you guys time.” “Hey, Dean, and we will find a solution.” “Okay, but if... if you don’t, we still have plan B.” “Dean, come on.” “Coffin. Ocean. Done.”

Cas gives Dean a scolding look when Dean blows off his concern.

When Jack asks what A.V. Club means, Dean teases Cas about being an A.V. Club member.

Dean makes a joke about Castiel’s sex appeal: “Somehow he knows you, but you’re not standing alone. Why doesn’t he mention me?” “Maybe you’re not his type.”

While talking with Jack, Cas exhibits the deep respect and affection he has for Dean and Sam, and for humanity: “You know, Sam and Dean, they’re human, and they’re very extraordinary, brave, special humans, but they’re still humans. And humans burn bright, but for a very brief time, compared to, you know, things like us. And eventually, they’re gone, even the very best ones, and we have to carry on. It’s just... it’s part of growing up.” “Losing people?” “Yes.” “What’s the point?” “The point?” “What’s the point of being a cosmic being if everyone I care about is just gonna leave?” “The point is that they were here at all, and you got to know them, you... when they’re gone, it will hurt, but that hurt will remind you of how much you loved them.” “That sounds awful.” “It is, but it’s also living. So when Dean wakes up—and he will wake up—we just have to remember to appreciate the time that we all have together now.”

To prevent Jack from burning off more of his soul, Cas convinces Jack not to use his powers to heal Dean.

14.15 Peace of Mind

Case and Dean bicker in the kitchen about their son, like an old married couple: “You were right. Jack is struggling. And I’ve tried, but...” “Why do you think he’ll talk to me?” “Well, because he looks up to you. And his soul... I mean, you’ve seen this before.” “No, no. No, see, I was not great with Sam, you know, when he was, uh...” “But Jack’s soul isn’t completely gone, at least I don’t think so. We just don’t know how much is left.” “Well, how am I supposed to figure that out?” “I don’t know! Just talk to him. Get him to open up. And then, sleep until the cows come home.”

14.18 Absence

In a flashback, Cas demonstrates his concern for Dean and Sam while talking with Mary, and she recognizes his protective presence: “I know you know this, Mary, but, um, Sam and Dean, they’re glad to have you back. Whatever you still have to deal with and however long it takes, you should know they’re happy. Finally they don’t have to be so, um... so alone.” “Castiel, they were never alone.”

Dean is angry at Cas for not telling him and Sam about Jack: “We don’t know what happened, but I swear, if he did something to her, if she is... then you’re dead to me.” “Dean.” “No, he knew. He knew something was wrong with the kid. He knew it! And he didn’t tell us! He didn’t even tell us!”

Cas is ashamed of his lack of foresight, and Dean is not willing to forgive him this time: “I was scared. I believed in Jack for so long, I... I believed that he was good. I knew that he would be good for the world, and he was good for US. My faith in him, it never wavered, and then I saw what he did. It wasn’t malice, it wasn’t evil. It was like Jack saw a problem, and in his mind, he just solved it with that snake. What he did wasn’t bad. It was the absence of good, and I saw that in him. But we were a family, and I didn’t want to lose that, so I thought I could fix it on my own, felt like it was my responsibility. So I left, and I didn’t tell you. If I could go back and just talk to him right then and there, I would. But I can’t, Dean. I failed you. And I failed Jack. And I failed...” “No, no. Don’t even say it. Don’t even say her name.”

At Mary’s funeral pyre, Cas moves toward Dean to comfort him, but Sam stops him and shakes his head. Cas stays where he is, looking forlorn.

14.19 Jack in the Box

After Mary’s funeral, Dean goes off on his own to cry in the woods.

When Dumah threatens to end the happiness of Mary and John Winchester in Heaven, Cas doesn’t hesitate to kill her immediately.

When Cas finds out Dean and Sam locked Jack in the Ma’lak box, he gets angry and refuses to go along with it. He argues about it with Dean: “Even after hearing what I said, you wanna keep Jack sealed in a living death?” “He agreed to it. Because deep down I think he knows it’s best.” “No. You’re doing what Dumah... you are manipulating him. What? You just wanna forget about him?” “I wish I could forget about him! After what he did? And you know what he can do. This is our only play.”

14.20 Moriah

After Jack escapes the Ma’lak box, Cas is still angry about the Winchesters’ manipulation, and he and Dean continue fighting about Jack: “You should never have tried to lock him away.” “You know what? You’re right. I never wanted to put him in that damn box. I wanted him dead.” “Dean!” “He’s dangerous, Cas, and you knew it! You’ve known it for a long time! But that’s okay. You know why? Because me and Sam, we’ve killed just about everything there is. And this, Jack, oh we’ll find a way, because he’s just another monster.” “You don’t mean that.” “The hell I don’t.” Cas walks away furious.

While talking with Chuck, Cas remains determined to save Jack, and Dean continues to push back against Castiel’s optimism: “Stop, Cas. You heard him. This is the only way.” “And Billie said the only way to defeat Michael, was to lock YOU in a box. There has to be another way.” “Well, there’s not. Now, I know you don’t like it, and I don’t really care. ‘Cause you just heard it from God himself that this is the only thing that can kill Jack, so either get on board or walk away.” Cas walks away.

Dean approaches Jack to kill him, but can’t bring himself to pull the trigger.

Cas is distraught after Chuck kills Jack, but he is able to compose himself in order to fight the monster horde with Dean and Sam.

#destiel #dean x castiel #dean winchester #castiel #supernatural #spn #deancas

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The Paths We Take, Glittering And Entwined (1/? - A “The Paths We Take, Glittering And Entwined” Story)

So this is going to be the start of a series with the same name because I love this title, but basically, this is going to set up for an AU Star Trek 2009. Spock is a Captain, Kirk is an Ensign who will end up the First Officer, and they’re soulmates. Fair warning: in this story, Kirk is addicted to a drug that kills any human attempting to go through withdrawal, but that’s something most humans don’t know. Spock is going to save his life and this is the only story where he’ll be an addict, but it is a prominent theme in this particular story. I hope @greenskyoverme will forgive me because apparently I had chapter 2 and 3 both finished and could have posted them last year. ::sheepish look:: Sorry!

The Paths We Take, Glittering And Entwined - Before the new ship the USS Enterprise is set to take its maiden voyage, it's new captain, Captain Spock, attempts to meet some of his crew on their "home turf." What he and Ensign James Kirk do not expect, however, is the rare connection that makes Kirk Spock's bonded t'hy'la. But Kirk is hiding a secret that is slowly killing him, and this unexpected connection leaves them both with problems: for Spock, it is how to remain unattached in the face of a personal crisis and for Kirk, it is how to remain alive with the secret he is keeping from both his captain and his best friend.

“Stardate 2258.66. This is Captain Spock of the Starship Farragut. We are returning to port in San Francisco after a three-year voyage exploring the farthest reaches of the known galaxy. Starfleet Command has said that it is their wish to decommission this ship and reassign the crew to new ships in the fleet, and I will be given captainship of the newest ship in the fleet, the USS Enterprise. I am...unsure...how I feel about this situation. I must ponder it some more.”

Spock turned off the recording mechanism on which he did his logs and then looked at the place which he had called home for the last three years. Home was an unfamiliar concept to him; Vulcan was not home, and neither was earth. He was a child of two cultures, two planets, and as such fit wholly into neither. He had essentially turned his back on Vulcan by choosing to go to Starfleet Academy and had, within five years, become the youngest Captain on record, surprising absolutely no one, it had seemed. His mother had been pleased. His father, he had not been sure about.

He would rather have not told them, he thought, but it was proper. It was, he supposed, an honor to have the youngest Captain in history as your son, but then, Starfleet was not too aware of Vulcan culture, and only one-half of his family was human.

He had always done his work with due diligence. He knew he was not everyone’s favorite captain, but he had no need to be. What he cared most about was doing his job, and doing it within the rules set forth by the Prime Directive. He cared about keeping his crew safe. He cared about keeping his ship in one piece.

And he cared about his duties above all else, it seemed, even himself.

He had bonded with no one on his crew, and as such he would not be sorry to see any of them leave his command. Perhaps it would be best if he had an entirely new crew. Perhaps he could study in depth the last three years and see where improvements could be made. Learn and improve. That was always his way.

He reached over for the paper logs he also kept. While technology was a marvelous thing, he did not entirely trust it. There was some comfort to pen and paper. For three years he had dutifully recorded is thoughts, some of which had not made official logs, and he went to the ones which were the earliest from this voyage. There was some time until they arrived in San Francisco and he would have to supervise the deboarding. He could begin his process of revisiting the past and improving upon it.

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“Bones, did you see? We both made the Enterprise crew!” James Kirk was nearly bouncing up and down with giddiness. Well, maybe not giddiness. It could be the aftereffect of his last bump of KCW. He usually felt pretty upbeat after he had some, and generally pretty shitty when he hadn’t. If it hadn’t been for that wonder drug he swore he never would have managed to make it through the Academy, not while trying to balance a social life and other responsibilities on top of it.

He’d tried for years to make his mom proud. For years to show her he wasn’t a screw-up, wasn’t a mistake. His dad had died when he was a baby, his brother had high-tailed it out of there when he was old enough to survive on his own, his uncle...well, the less said about him the better. And while his mom had gone off and traveled the stars Jim had stayed in Iowa and tried to just survive and be good for as long as he could, but eventually, he’d said to hell with it. And he’d made mistakes. Made more than he could remember until he’d been given the choice: jail or Starfleet.

It had only been because someone liked him he met Bones his first day. Leonard McCoy was no stranger to a crap life, and they’d bonded. Bones was more or less a straight arrow, though he had his vices, and he tried to guide Jim as best he could, with some moderate success. They’d made it through the Academy just in time to get placed on the newly commissioned Enterprise, under a returning Captain from one of the ships that was being decommissioned. He’d heard about the Captain, Spock. Supposed to be a tight-ass but fair. You didn’t mess around with him but he’d make sure you were okay.

Could be worse, he supposed.

Bones rolled his eyes. “Look, Jim, we gotta talk.” He grabbed Kirk’s arm mid bounce and pulled him to a shady grove of trees in the quad, looking around to make sure no one was nearby, and then pushed Kirk to something resembling a sitting position. “Just because that crank you take doesn’t show up on piss tests doesn’t mean I’m going to cover for you forever if you’re still taking it when this mission starts.”

“I can stop anytime I want,” Kirk said, with an indulgent shrug, but his fingers started tapping nervously against his leg. The very idea of quitting was just not appealing in the slightest, even though he knew this mission was five years in deep space and he had no idea if there was any way he could take that much KCW aboard or if he could get more once they left Federation space. The very thought of it all was making the euphoria of his hit ebb away like the water draining out of a tub.

“That’s bull and you know it,” Bones said, starting to pace. “You’ve been on this crap since day 1 when I met you. Do you even eat anymore? I mean really eat? I can’t think of the last time I saw you eat an actual meal of real food. And don’t think you’re going to have unlimited supplies of water like you do now, or get to take a bathroom break anytime you need. It’s not going to be like the Academy.” He shook his head. “I should rat you out. You know I should.”

“Don’t!” Kirk said, scrambling to his feet. “You know I need to go on this mission. I need to go out into space.” He reached over and put his hands on Bones’s shoulders. “You know it’s important.”

Bones stared into the eyes of his friend. “You need to get help, Jim,” he said, his voice soft but insistent. “You don’t kick this habit by the time the mission starts, I will tell the Captain. Got it?”

Kirk nodded, willing to agree to anything to get on that damn ship. “Fine. I’ll do it. Okay?” He could. He really could. He could kick the habit. He hadto, now. Bones wasn’t the type to make idle threats.

He just hoped it didn’t kill him in the process.

#star trek aos #spirk #kirk x spock #fanfic #fanfiction #spock #james kirk #Leonard McCoy #multipart: the paths we take glitering and entwined #my au: the paths we take glittering and entwined

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