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nausicaamusiclover20 · 3 months ago

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heyyyy I hope you feel well❣️

Can I request fluff fic reader (f) x current kirk hammett? they’re watching some horror movies and reader is so scared that she covers her face in his arm

I'm feeling good, thank you for asking, I hope you feel good too❤ I hope you like it!

Safe in his arms

The room was dim, the only light coming from the flickering glow of the TV. It was one of those perfect nights—quiet, cozy, and calm. Kirk and I were curled up together on the couch, a blanket wrapped around us, a bowl of popcorn between us. We’d chosen a horror movie—something dark and creepy that would get under your skin, but I figured I could handle it. I loved a good scare. It wasn’t until the opening scene that I realized how real this one was going to be.

The movie had a slow, sinister start. Shadows crept across the screen, and the music was that kind of eerie, spine-chilling soundtrack that seemed to seep into the air, making everything feel tense. My heartbeat began to quicken, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling as the figure in the dark, the nun, started to make her appearance.

I tried to focus on the movie, but my nerves were already getting the best of me. Every creak, every whisper on the screen made my breath catch in my throat. The sound was deafening. The atmosphere in the room felt thicker with each passing minute. The nun—her dark figure, that terrifying face—was creeping into my thoughts, making me tense up every time the music swelled.

I shifted, leaning closer to Kirk. His warmth was a welcome comfort, but the air in the room had changed. The fear was building, rising with every second of the film. I tried to shake it off, but my body was betraying me. The tension in the air was almost unbearable, and I felt my heart thumping harder, faster.

Kirk must've noticed, because his gaze flicked over to me. "You alright?" he asked, his voice soft, but with that teasing edge he always had.

I smiled, though it felt forced. "Yeah, I’m good," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. The last thing I wanted was for him to know how easily I was getting spooked. But the feeling in my chest, the unease that had started to creep up on me, wouldn’t go away. Every time that figure appeared in the dark, my pulse would spike, and I’d find myself looking away from the screen, unable to shake the feeling of dread building up inside me.

It wasn’t long before it happened. The figure—the nun—loomed in the shadows again, and this time, the camera lingered on her face for just a beat too long. The silence was suffocating. The tension was unbearable. I could feel myself tense up completely. I didn’t know how much more I could take.

Then the music exploded—sharp, jarring—and I felt my body jump, my hands instinctively shooting up to cover my face, eyes squeezed shut as if blocking it out could make it stop.

But it wasn’t enough. The fear flooded my chest, overwhelming me. And before I even realized what I was doing, I turned toward Kirk, burying my face into the crook of his arm, my hands gripping his sleeve tightly.

Kirk’s arm was around me instantly, pulling me closer, his warmth flooding through me like a shield. The sound of the film, the low, menacing growl of the music, still vibrated through the air, but I felt a little less afraid with him holding me. I buried my face deeper into his arm, seeking the comfort I needed to escape the overwhelming fear that gripped me.

"Hey, it’s okay," Kirk’s voice was low and reassuring, his fingers brushing through my hair as he held me tightly. "You’re safe here."

The words did something to calm me. I still felt the fear crawling beneath my skin, but with him so close, I could breathe a little easier. The movie was still terrifying, but it didn’t seem as powerful when I was wrapped up in his arms. I took a shaky breath, letting his steady heartbeat against my ear ground me.

"I’m sorry," I mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed by how easily the film had gotten to me. I hated the idea of being so afraid, especially with someone like Kirk who always seemed so calm and in control.

He shook his head, smiling softly. "Don’t apologize," he said gently. "It’s just a movie. I’m right here, okay?"

I nodded, but I didn’t pull away from him. I couldn’t. The film was still full of those dark, ominous moments. The shadows in the room seemed to feel darker now, the silence stretching on longer, as though something terrible was waiting to leap out at me from the dark. I felt that terrifying sense of unease creeping into my chest again.

The figure on screen reappeared. This time, the nun was closer, moving silently through the dark, her face twisted in a grotesque smile. The music swelled again, the sound of her footsteps echoing, loud and sharp in the stillness. I flinched again, and this time, I buried my face deeper into Kirk’s arm. I could feel him holding me tighter, his presence a grounding force in the storm of fear that threatened to overtake me.

"You’re not alone in this," he whispered, his lips brushing the top of my head. "I’ve got you."

His words wrapped around me like a blanket, and somehow, I felt like the world outside us didn’t matter as much. It was just me and Kirk. The terrifying image of the nun, the creeping fear that had been suffocating me, started to fade into the background. As long as I had him with me, nothing seemed as scary.

I pulled back a little to look up at him, my eyes wide with a mixture of gratitude and affection.

"You’re really doing a great job of keeping me safe," I said, half-laughing, my voice still a little shaky.

Kirk smirked, adjusting his arm around me. "Well, it’s my job," he said with a wink. "Keeping you safe from movies and bad vibes—easy."

I laughed softly, the tension finally easing. "I guess I’ve got a pretty good bodyguard."

He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead. "You bet you do."

For the rest of the movie, I stayed close to him, every time a scary moment came up, I buried my face in his arm again, but now there was a little less fear and a lot more laughter between us. His calm presence was enough to make the horror movie feel a little less terrifying, and every time I tensed up, Kirk was right there to calm me down, making me feel safe.

When the movie finally ended and the credits rolled, I let out a long breath. The tension that had been winding inside me slowly began to loosen, but I didn’t move right away. I stayed close to Kirk, my head resting on his shoulder, letting the safety of his embrace wash over me.

"That was... intense," I said, still a little breathless from the adrenaline.

Kirk smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I think you were more scared than I was," he teased, but his voice was gentle, full of affection.

I laughed, the sound shaky but genuine. "Yeah... I guess so," I admitted. "But I’m really glad you were here with me."

He squeezed me a little tighter, his voice low and sincere. "I’ll always be here for you," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Nothing’s getting past me, babe”

"Awwww, thank you, Kirky," I murmured, giving him a soft, quick kiss on the cheek. His skin was warm beneath my lips, and I felt the corners of my mouth curl into a smile as I pulled away.

Kirk smiled back, his eyes softening as he rubbed the back of my neck. "Anything for you," he said, his voice low and sincere.

With him by my side, I knew I’d always be safe. The world could throw all the scares and shadows it wanted at me, but with Kirk, I was never alone in facing them.

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orions-choker · 8 days ago

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Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Serial Killers, Murder, Obsessions, Yandere tendencies, Gore, more to be added.

Chapter Twelve

A/N: Hoooh boy were winding down to the end, I think I have two more chapters for you guys after this <3 Hope you enjoy.

Settling into the fact that she knew was an uncomfortable feeling. The room had been devoid of their voices for hours. She already knew she was wrong for having stayed. Her knees curled up to her chin as her eyes stayed steady on Kirk’s figure. His hands were busy tracing along his guitar, plucking away mindlessly. Still, she thought about those pretty lean hands wrapped around the rough handle of his kitchen blade instead. It was dizzying the way he was so easy and lazy about continuing through the motions. Like the previous conversation hadn’t even happened he smiled at her sweetly when he caught her staring at him. He shifted his body weight, readjusting the body of the guitar where it rested on his bent leg. He parted his lips to speak before deciding against it. She was thankful for that. The silence between them was the only thing stopping her from going on another insane psychobabble rant. He was good at guitar, she had known that from the first day she had been in his room. She missed that day, things had been so easy. The moment she had settled into his room to listen to that record with him, watching him learn each riff. He had been so sweet and dorky and god he still looked like that boy. Yet distinctly she remembered the uneasy feeling that had settled over her skin the entire time. Her body had been screaming at her this whole time that she was in danger and she hadn’t listened, god why had she not listened. Now she couldn’t appreciate his skills the way she wanted to. Looming at the back of her mind was that night at the bar that he had played. The dripping heard in the alley, the strong metallic scent in the air so thick she could still taste it. How he had crept up behind her, the way his arms curled around her and his hand heavy over his mouth as he muffled her scream. Maybe he had been trying to kill her then…no, no he hadn’t. That had been his last victim, she was pretty sure anyways, no other bodies had turned up after that and she was positive he was killed with the intent of them being found.

“How long had she been dead when I went outside that night?” She asked in a small whisper, a little afraid to know the answer but mostly curious. Had his hands just been freshly scrubbed of the blood coating them? Maybe if she had braved the dark just a bit more she would have found the girl, would she have been in a state to be saved if she had? The what ifs and the guilt ricocheted off the confines of her mind. She wanted to puke. Kirk’s hands paused, his brows furrowed in confusion. She watched, able to see the way he combed through his thoughts like a sick filing system of every crime he committed, trying to remember what she was talking about. It stuck out so vividly to her but for him it had been another fucking Monday. Finally she watched his dark eyes brighten slightly. “Oh,” He mumbled, his fingers pausing against the thick strings they pressed against. “Awhile,” He nodded. He frowned, it wasn’t guilt over the crime he felt, just guilt over the way she was feeling. Y/N was thankful he didn’t go into any more detail than that. It eased her guilt ever so slightly, enough for her to breathe again. At Least she knew she couldn’t have saved that girl. God what the fuck is wrong with you? Her face scrunched up, lips curled into a deep frown as she mentally berated herself for that line of thinking. “You’re disgusting.” She mumbled. “I know,” Kirk sighed, it felt like he was almost annoyed with the conversation. She could feel the anxious energy in him, he wanted to get over this already, pretend like it didn’t exist. As if the revelation wasn't that he was a murderer. How could a boy so anxious and nervous like this be capable of taking innocent life. God she just couldn’t wrap her head around it. Like if she continued to question everything she knew she could find an answer. There was no answer though, no justification. Maybe she just needed to give it up. Absently she rubbed her hands along her still bare thighs, digging her nails into fresh bite marks he had left in her skin. The feeling that he wanted to genuinely eat her alive had never faded, now it only felt more real. It was like being close wasn't enough, needed her inside him to feel whole. There were no signs on any of the victims of consumption. That was a desire unique to her, and it made her warm with a sick sense of pride. “If you killed me would it be different, would you treat me any differently?” She asked with a disgusting curiosity. Kirk looked at her like she had hit him. The way his mouth dropped open in disgust like what she had just said was worse than anything he had ever done. “I already said I will never hurt you.” He emphasized. His knuckles went white as he gripped the neck of his guitar. Her eyes glazed over slightly as she trained her gaze on the veins threatening to burst from his skin, the strain of his knuckles, that's what his hands would look like around his throat. “What the fuck is wrong with you.” The snap of his voice made her frown and flinch. There was that unmistakable look on his face, that so quickly switched from doe-eyed and needy to burning anger. From prey to predator. “It's a hypothetical.” She defended herself. It sounded like domestic bickering, not even a full blown fight. “I just want-” She paused and swallowed the words. I want to feel special.

“For someone so disgusted by me you sure are interested to know every detail.” He hummed, callously calling her out. He was right. He pouted at her, face going all soft and gentle again. “I don’t want to talk about it, I don't want to think about you getting hurt, I love you.” He insisted and placed his guitar back on the stand as he got up. He hadn’t crossed the invisible line she had drawn across the room in hours and a weird sense of relief washed through her when he got close again. She sat up on her knees as he approached the bed. Her arms wrapped around his neck in a soft hug. “I know you do.” She whispered, it was the only thing she did know. He loved her in every fucked up twisted way he was capable of. She hummed when he wrapped his arms in turn around her waist and crushed her against him. So, so warm. “I love you too,” That was getting easier to say without the crushing feeling of shame. “What happens if they catch you?” Gentle patterns were drawn across her skin as he pushed his face deep into her neck. He was soothing her, pressing butterfly-light kisses into her like silent promises. “They won’t.” She blinked open her eyes to look behind him out the window, a gentle coating of burnt orange blanketed the room. The late summer sunset finally settled over them and with it came the new comfort of night, they could be hidden under the dim lighting of the stars. “I promise, I made sure nothing could ever pry me away from you.” His grip tightened, briefly painful before relaxing again. How could he be so sure of that? He wasn’t actually spectacular at hiding it considering… “I figured it out and I’m no detective.” She whispered. She half expected him to flip the switch again, his sweet voice to go all shrill and harsh again as he snapped at her. Instead, he laughed. The warm innocent laugh she loved, boyish and untainted by his sins.

“I wanted you to figure it out.” He pulled away from her neck to look at her again. Rubbing his thumbs just beneath her eyes to coax her into opening them. Angelic. The word repeated in her head every time she looked at him. This wasn’t a monster, couldn’t be. Purposefully she deluded herself. “I never want to keep anything from you, you know that right?” He pressed a gentle kiss against her hairline. “We’re partners, no lies.” Partner . The word instantly curdled her stomach. Partner implied she helped, that she willingly complied with him. It was the cold water of reality that finally washed over her. Her eyes snapped back into the focus she hadn’t realized she had lost. The room wasn’t warm, his hands felt cold and painful, and standing before her was a pretty boy with a fucked up empty look in his eyes. Sick, she was going to be sick. All the color drained from her face and she scrambled to get his hands off her before pushing off the bed and skidding into the bathroom across the hall. Hunched over the porcelain she could hear the sickly concern in Kirk’s voice as he gathered her hair back away from her face. His hand rubbing across her shoulders did nothing to comfort her. He loved her, that much was clear. She loved him but that couldn’t scrub away how wrong it was. She had to be better than this, she couldn’t be selfish. She wouldn’t be his partner. When she finished she sat back on her heels, tears brimming the corners of her eyes. “Sorry,” She mumbled thick and watery. “I think it’s just been too much stress from everything.” She lied. Kirk nodded as he leaned down next to her. His hold on her did nothing to remove the cold that was seeping into her from the bathroom tiles beneath her bare legs. He was shushing her, hands gently running over her hair, smoothing it away from her clammy face. “Yeah I bet,” He whispered in all his faux loving concern. “Just relax, okay, let's stop talking about this, I’ll put on a movie.” He offered. It was like he was comforting her from a bad day and not the revelation her boyfriend was a serial killer. She supposed that was a bad day, the worst actually.

“Yeah, that, that sounds nice I'm sorry I-” Y/N swallowed hard. She could play this off, just to the end of the weekend. She had been doing fine before, just needed to make it through. “Sorry I need to brush my teeth.” She let out a weak laugh as Kirk gathered her crumpled form off the floor. Leaning all her weight against the counter, her body still weak from upheaving everything inside her. Kirk grabbed the toothbrush that she had left here, sitting delicately in the holder beside his, and loaded it for her. He held her upright with all the gentleness of a good boyfriend as she scrubbed her mouth clean from the acidic taste until all that remained was mint that could convince herself she was clean.

He doted on her, unaware, blissfully so. Gentle hands, fresh water, soothing words whispered in her ear. This time she didn’t allow herself to get lost in it. Didn’t dwell on the what-ifs and the thoughts about all the potential they could have had. How they really could have been perfect. She played her role well, a better actor than she had been before. Let him fuck her slow and gentle when she felt better, everything she needed to do to sell her position, her compliance. No matter how filthy and rotted it made her feel. It didn’t feel selfish anymore, it was selfless. She was the sacrificial lamb to end more slaughters. If she did this, pulled it off, she could bring true justice. Not the rage induced self inflicted justice she had weighed in her mind at first. No, she would leave Kirk rotting behind bars for the rest of his life, or preferably strapped in the electric chair. God could forgive her for these indiscretions if it was for the greater good. Sunday came and Y/N kissed him sweet and slow on the front porch of his house, the routine that had come to them each weekend. “My parents are having my going away dinner on Wednesday, you’ll be there right?” She asked. He wouldn’t, she would make sure of that. He would never step foot in her house again, never press his lips to hers again. It hurt, made her insides feel all twisted and knotted because she loved him, she really did. But this couldn't be forgiven. She was a good person, she was. Kirk's face fell at the mention of her leaving again. His lips pulled into a soft pout, dark eyes flicking away from hers again. “Yeah of course I’ll be there.” He sighed, squeezing her hands just a little tighter, like it could hold her in place. “I would never miss it.” With a final kiss to her cheek he released her hands. Leaning against the frame of his front door he watched her walk across the connecting lawn back to her house. Giving her a small wave and crooked smile as she looked at him over her shoulder once more. This was it, this is the way she wanted to remember him. Bathed in soft morning light, face easy and relaxed, yearning. The cute awkward way his body moved. She would lock this feeling away deep in her heart, the love she lost. It was for her and her only. She would leave the rest to shrivel and die. Flashing her teeth at him in a bright smile she disappeared inside her house.

Instantly her legs felt like jelly. The exhaustion from pretending finally came tumbling down on her and she wretched out a sob that echoed off the walls of her otherwise empty house. Thankful for the peace to let her grieve in peace, mourning every possibility she could have had with Kirk. With all the strength she could muster she pushed herself off the door, stumbling further into her house. Trembling hands outstretched for the phone sitting unassuming on the receiver. She was going to need therapy after this to ever feel comfortable calling someone again. First the empty threats on her life and now she would be the undoing of the boy she loved. Sucking in a breath she tried to fill her lungs, the action forcing uneven wheezes from deep within her chest. She pushed her finger into the dial and pulled.

Again her finger hooked on the plastic and tugged.

She hesitated, staring down at her trembling hands. Knuckles red and splotchy, nails bitten down to the skin, raw and angry.

With the phone tucked in between her ear and her shoulder she listened to the deafening ring, once, twice. She was underwater, the deadpan voice that answered her on the other end sounded like nothing more than noncoherent mumbling but finally Y/N was able to force her voice out. Barely above a whisper she spoke, “I’d like to make an anonymous tip to the police department please.”

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electronickingdomfox · 11 months ago

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"Black Fire" review

Novel from 1983 by Sonni Cooper, and as far as I know, the only TOS novel from this author. This one was pretty fun, fast-paced, and a real page-turner. It's also notorious for being totally nuts, and having Spock going rogue and doing all sorts of crazy things. The intro was written by Theodore Sturgeon, no less. It's also very, veeeery spirk-heavy (and so far, the only K/S novel I've read that seems to get their relationship right, without going over-the-top).

Spock is the central character, and for the most part, the story follows his solo adventures, though Scotty shares some of these exploits in the early chapters. Amazingly, and despite all the unusual stuff that Spock gets involved with, he manages to stay believable. The other characters are all well-written too, even if they take a background place. And the same goes for the original ones, in particular Desus, the Romulan befriended by Spock.

The story takes place shortly before TMP. One thing that surprised me, is that this novel doesn't seem afraid to modify canon in substantial ways. Most of these books are more timid when playing with the characters, and focus on self-contained adventures that have little impact on the whole. Main characters are rarely put in real danger, or suffer grave injuries. Here, on the other hand, we have the entire primary hull of the Enterprise being destroyed and jettisoned in the very first chapter (a year before The Search for Spock blew the ship to pieces). The TMP uniforms are introduced already by the end of the five-year mission. Spock suffers a disabling injury, portrayed with realism, and not resolved immediately and easily with a magic pill. Also, this book gets pretty dark at times; Spock tries to kill himself not once, but twice... And a popular guest character from the series is also killed for real.

Some spoilers below the cut:

The Enterprise is in a routine mission, training cadets fresh from the Academy, when a massive explosion in the bridge leaves the primary hull destroyed, Kirk in critical condition, Spock with a splinter lodged near his spine, and many cadets dead. The primary hull has to be evacuated and separated, while the rest of the ship limps back to a starbase. In the following investigation, Starfleet declares that everything was a mere accident. But neither Spock nor Scotty are satisfied with this answer, since nothing on the bridge could cause an explosion of such magnitude. Therefore, they travel back to the jettisoned hull to find clues.

Spock is suspicious of some new yeoman, who entered and left the bridge shortly before the explosion. In her abandoned quarters they find two clues: a piece of paper with dots, which seems to be a star chart; and a ton of depilatory cream. However, Starfleet isn't convinced by this flimsy evidence. So Spock starts the first of a long series of reckless actions, and steals a small ship with Scotty, to travel to the star system depicted in the paper. Spock is in severe pain (and having suffered a similar injury in the past myself, I can testify: he IS in pain), but leaves nonetheless before undergoing the necessary surgery (I told you Spock is nuts in this novel). Meanwhile, Kirk's still recovering and has no clue of what's going on.

When Spock and Scotty arrive at the only habitable planet of the star map, they find out that a Romulan and Klingon ships have also been lured to that place by similar maps. Everything was a trap, and all of them are captured by the Tomariians, and brought to their home planet in an ancient rocket. The Tomariians are short, stocky and very hairy aliens, living in an extreme cold environment. Being poor and primitive, they've turned to scavenging, adapting the most disparate technologies to expand across their sector of the galaxy. Spock and the others meet the Tomariian leader, Ilsa. The one who disguised herself as a yeoman to plant the explosive in the Enterprise (hence all that depilatory cream). And she takes a liking to Spock, just as every other woman in this book.

The Tomariians plan to test their captives' strenght by sending them to different battlefields. This way they could determine the weaknesses of Federation members, Klingons and Romulans, in order to expand later through their territories. Spock's injury worsens, to the point that he's left immobile from waist down. But due to her attraction for him, Ilsa spares his life. Meanwhile, Kirk has found clues about Spock and Scotty's whereabouts, so finally, the Enterprise rescues them in the nick of time.

Back in the ship, Spock has to fulfill the promise he made to the Romulan woman captured with him: to warn the Empire of the Tomariian threat, should she not survive. After this, Spock has to face a court-martial for all his offenses: stealing a starship, and above all, establishing secret communications with the Romulan and Klingon empires. Charged with treason, he's sent to prison, where he meets and befriends the Romulan pirate Desus.

I won't spoil anything more (this is about halfway through the novel). Suffice to say that, after this, Spock gets involved in a prison break. He becomes a pirate by the name of "Black Fire", and gains a following of fangirls that write love poems about him (an amusing parody of real-world fandom). And finally defects to the Romulan Empire, creating massive drama with Kirk. Of course, there's a satisfactory explanation for Spock going amok, at the end.

Spirk Meter: 10/10*: Kirk and Spock are separated most of the time and have little physical contact, but the story truly reads as a break-up/reconciliation one. Specially with the introduction of Desus as a rival for Spock's affection. In the first chapter, Kirk is partially healed by a mind meld with Spock, and sighs his name upon waking up. Then Kirk anguishes over Spock's disappearance, and risks the entire ship to go rescue him (well... and Scotty). And there's a lot of commentary about how Kirk is Spock's only close relationship, and how his defection to the Romulans is a particularly painful blow for Kirk. The whole issue of Spock's treason has Kirk on edge and in a foul mood, to the point that other crewmembers are afraid of bringing the subject in his presence. As other books with a lot of spirk content, it's difficult to pinpoint single scenes, since it's a general theme all over the place. Add to this, Spock's absolute indiference towards all the women swooning around him.

Then there's, of course, Spock and Desus' extremely close friendship, said to rival that with Kirk. At one point, Desus reads aloud some of the love poems that Spock has inspired as "Black Fire". And one has to wonder if he isn't adressing the words to Spock himself.

McCoy doesn't appear much in the novel. But still gets some McKirk and Spones. In the beginning, he's devastated by Kirk's serious injuries and his inability to cure him, crying about the prospect of losing "the man he both admired and loved". Then, at the end, McCoy asks Spock to sign his book of love (and erotic) poems dedicated to him (!!!???), as an excited fangirl. "To belong to this man of fire, if only for a moment. - My flaming love." he reads aloud. And Spock even gives him his pirate earring as a gift. The novel closes with these lines: The black jewel gleamed its strange luminescence in McCoy's palm, but it was no match for the gleam in Spock's dark smiling eyes.

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

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mrschristensen · 9 months ago

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Masterlists

Characters

Hayden Christensen

Anakin Skywalker (AotC , TCW , RotS)

Darth Vader (both suitless & crispy)

Sam Monroe

Scott Barringer

Stephen Glass

Kurt Matheson

Luke Ryder

Leo Campoli

Lorenzo di Lamberti

James Kelly

Jacob (Outcast)

Will Beeman

A.J.

Clayton Beresford

Orin Krieg

Ben (New York, I Love You)

Characters I Hope To Write For (in the future)

these are Hayden movies I haven't seen yet, so it wouldn't be fair if I wrote for them but didn't watch the movie and analyze the character.

Don Piper (maybe)

David Rice

Kirk (Are You Afraid of the Dark?)

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mad-voidling · 2 months ago

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Night in the (Balmoral) Woods

My fic for @iamnottoph for the 2024 @fallenlondonficswap! You can read it here or below the cut. Sorry for taking so long with it, I hope you enjoy it!

He turned forward again, and saw it. A ways down the dirt path made mostly by his own boots, a pale figure approached.

Gen, No Explicit Romance, No Violence, The Great Game, The Railway/Hinterlands, Balmoral

As he stood before the gates to the Moonlit Woods, the Devoted Gillie fought the urge to check his coat pockets again. Tonight was the night and he wanted nothing to go wrong, but he wanted even less to be caught. Few roamed the woods, especially at this hour, but he couldn’t be sure the Marigold Menagerie Keeper wasn't lurking about, watching from a distance with her hell-yellow eyes, waiting for him to make a mistake that would let her slip into the Woods. He didn’t believe her only wanting to check on the animals - devils were creatures who are born of and lived off of lies and he was loath to believe any word that came from their serpent tongues. Even if she was telling the truth, he had made an oath to Her Majesty to protect her sacred woods, and that was not a promise he was willing to break.

The sudden snapping of a twig had his head whipping around towards the noise, heart skipping a beat before he realized it had come from beyond the gate. Just one of the beasts of the woods, nothing to be afraid of - especially when they were separated from him by a wall of wrought iron. He had caught glimpses of the animals before, darting through the moonlight from one shadow to the next, and sometimes they looked… Odd. It was surely just his eyes and ears playing tricks on him, whatever those hellspawns had done to the moonlight made it play tricks on the mind, but he couldn’t forget what he had seen. Eyes like bright blood, beaks and teeth where they should not be, and sounds their vocal cords should not have been able to form. Everytime it happened it would send a chill up his spine, but he would tell himself it was just the wind, pull his coat around himself tighter, and fight the urge to make his way to the warmth of Crathie’s tavern despite how infected with traitorous revolutionaries it was.

He turned forward again, and saw it. A ways down the dirt path made mostly by his own boots, a pale figure approached. Suddenly he felt like a child all over again with his mother telling him tales of the bean-nighe, the baobhan sith, and all the other seelie folk who would snatch him up if he wasn’t a good boy who did his chores and went to bed on time. But it could not be - for there was no stream or pool for clothes to be washed in, he was no hunter, and most of all, despite the many strange and horrible things that lived in the Neath, the seelie were not one of them.

Then came his memories of the Sunday sermons at the kirk, with tales of how angels would descend from above, clad in radiance and holy light, and deliver messages from the Lord Himself to common men. That could not be it, either - angels did not descend alone, always accompanied by a holy chorus to herald their arrival, and for as brilliant as it looked against the darkness of the woods, they did not blind him. Finally, it did not tell him to be not afraid, and as foolish as it seemed for such terrifyingly divine things to say to mortals who could barely comprehend them, such words seemed like they would be a great comfort at the moment.

Last to reach him in his fear was his rational mind, the one that knew the reason he was standing out in the cold instead of in the safety of his slightly less cold cottage. An agent of the Game would be meeting him tonight to collect information given to him by another agent the week prior. He had been told he would be meeting with the Pale Rook, and as the figure drew closer, he was all but certain this was them. Now closer he could see that they were certainly human, but to simply call them pale felt like an understatement. They were the color of a ghost from head to toe, their skin cool-colored as winter lacre and long platinum hair that would be at home with moonbeams. Even their clothing was a bright white, which made him feel far less ashamed of initially thinking them a specter or a sort of unnatural being.

They stopped a few feet away from him, just out of range of any potential melee weapons. “A nice night for wandering, isn’t it?”

The Ghillie blinked, confused for a moment before he remembered the passphrases and rushed out his response. “Yes, but who would want to be alone on a night like this?”

A smile briefly flashed across the Rook’s face, and they closed the distance between them. This close he realized that they stood several inches taller than him and that their eyes were a pale violet color rimmed by red. They reminded him of violant - both in their hue and how he would never forget them. They looked down at him through their gold-rimmed glasses, expression unreadable. Several moments of silence passed between the two before the Rook spoke again and broke the spell that held the Ghillie’s tongue.

“I assume you have what I came for, then?”

“Oh, ah, yes-“ He managed to stammer the words out as he fumbled through his pockets, pulling out the letters and papers he had been given. He hadn’t looked at them himself and knew nothing of their contents, only that they had been given to him by someone who had arrived at the Balmoral train station from the east, and that they had slipped into the bathrooms and never emerged from inside. They had said nothing to him, only shoved what he now held into his hands and left - he hadn’t even seen their face.

As the Rook took what he held out, their hands briefly brushed against each other, and their skin was as cool as ice but still made his blood rush warm. He must have made an expression, because the pale stranger smirked, amusement twinkling in their eyes as they looked down at him and put the papers somewhere within their coat.

“It was good to meet you, sir. Perhaps we will come across each other again one day.” With that, they turned heel and walked back the way they came, leaves softly crunching beneath their boots. The Gillie watched as they slowly vanished down the trail, too mesmerized by them to remember that he was cold. When at last he could see not even a speck of white in the distance, only then did he register the great numbness in his face, and how his fingers felt only moments from freezing off.

Shoving his hands into his now empty pockets, he began the journey back to his cottage, body already relishing the fire he would soon start while his mind lingered on the memory of violant eyes.

#fallen london #fallen london fic swap #writing #not my writing #some like. implied attraction is also there but it's not really romance and it's very up for interpretation

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heartsicklust · 2 months ago

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I read "Fanny Hill" and "Looking for Mr. Goodbar" both when I was 10 years old. They were given to me in a box of books by a friend of my grandmother's who knew I liked to read. I wouldn't say I turned out fine, but if I'm fucked up, it's not because of books and stories. I learned so much from stories. So, I just do not get whatever the fuck is going on in fandom right now.

It's frustrating and makes people angry, defensive and afraid to participate. It's the opposite of why fandom was created and has lasted so long, and grown so big with all of its many branches. It's extremely weird and looks like a lot of people are really missing the point of fandom. Which, by the way, was NOT created for children. I've seen that argument so many times lately. "This is a safe space for children being invaded by perverse adults." Honey, let me tell you a little story about how Kirk and Spock got together in some fanzines back in the '60s. Or not because there's a Wiki page right here. No, it is not for children. Children can visit, sure, but they're supposed to heed the warnings because here there be monsters. If they ignore those warnings, well then they're probably like me; they were looking for the dark thing to begin with and yay, they found it. Teenage kids are really not that stupid. They're actually pretty smart. If you don't know that, it's probably because when you talk to them, you don't actually listen.

Btw, I expect no one to interact with this post, which is fine. I'm honestly just venting, it's not an essay.

I'll just be in my corner now, writing Maygrove fanfiction and pretending none of you exist.

#fandom #wtf is this #fanfiction #antishippers dni #fictional characters #stories #reading #writing #the more you know #antis dni #proshipper safe #fan fic #op is a proshipper #anti anti

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anonymousewrites · 1 year ago

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Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter Nineteen

TOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Nineteen: Arrogant Lord

Summary: Spock, Kirk, and (Y/N) go to a hospital for the mentally ill but find that the patients have taken over.

Captain’s Log: The Enterprise is orbiting Elba II, a planet with a poisonous atmosphere where the Federation maintains a psychiatric hospital for the few remaining criminally insane in the galaxy. We are bringing a revolutionary new medicine to them—a medicine which the Federation hopes will eliminate the more harmful mental illnesses that have never had treatment before. I am transporting down with Mr. Spock and Mx. (L/N), and we’re delivering the medicine to Dr. Donald Cory, the governor of the colony.

The trio materialized in front of the government, and Kirk smiled, stepping out.

“Donald, good to see you,” said Kirk, extending a hand.

“Governor,” said Spock.

(Y/N) smiled in greeting. Cory’s emotions were bright and nearly searingly warm. It was an almost aggressive positivity.

“You don’t know what a treat this is for me,” said Cory. “It’s been too long since I’ve had company, Jim.” He clicked a button. “The force field’s bac in place now.” He smiled jovially. “That means you three are trapped here, and I’m not accepting any excuses for your not dining with me.”

“We’d be delighted,” said Kirk.

“Governor, you indicated one additional inmate since our last visit, making a total of fifteen,” said Spock formally. “Is that correct?” At the same time, he handed over a cannister.

“It is,” said Cory, taking the cannister. “The rehabilitation program isn’t progressing too well, and I have my doubts about the effectiveness of this medicine, too.”

“Why, Donald, are you becoming such a pessimist?” joked Kirk.

Cory laughed, but something shot slightly through his emotions before the happiness, and (Y/N) blinked at the fluctuation before brushing it aside since it was common for emotions to shift like waves all the time.

“I’m afraid I have,” said Cory.

“A total of fifteen incurable out of billions is not what I would call an excessive figure,” said Spock.

“Who is the new patient?” asked (Y/N).

“Garth,” said Cory. He pressed a button, and a photo of a man in a dark uniform appeared on a screen. “Garth of Izar, a former starship captain.”

“When I was a cadet, at the Academy, his exploits were required reading,” said Kirk.

“I remember that, too,” agreed (Y/N).

“He was one of my heroes,” murmured Kirk. “I’d like to see him, Donald.”

“Of course,” said Cory. “Follow me.”

He headed into the hall, and Kirk, Spock, and (Y/N) went with him. He took them into a protected hall and put up another force field after they passed through. As they drew closer to the rooms of the patients, (Y/N) frowned as erratic emotions of joy, anger, and sadness hit them. They kept changing, pricking at their skin aggressively, and (Y/N) rubbed their arms.

“You’re making a mistake,” called a woman with green skin from within a cell.

“Uh, these officers are pressed for the moment, Marta,” said Cory.

“There’s nothing the matter with me,” insisted Marta, sighing dramatically. “Can’t you see just by looking at me? Can’t you tell just by listening? I’m rational.”

“What is it you want to tell us?” asked Kirk.

Marta glanced at Cory. “I can’t tell you in front of him.”

“You’re afraid to talk in front of Governor Cory?” said Kirk in confusion.

“He isn’t really Governor Cory,” whispered Marta. “That’s just it.”

Cory just laughed, and (Y/N) was surprised that not a bit of him was worried about that statement or concerned about his patient at all. “She’s been saying that for several days now. Our medical staff can’t figure out why.” He turned away and continued on through the hall. They passed by a few men of different alien species, all staring at them silently as they passed. “Here’s Garth,” said Cory when they arrived at the final cell. “He’s been unusually disturbed, and we’ve had to impose additional restraint.”

The trio peered in, and their eyes widened. The man inside the cell looked exactly like Governor Cory, except haggard and suspended near the wall.

“Cory?” said Kirk in horror and confusion. (Y/N) took a step back from the Cory that had guided them there as his emotions turned to joy upon seeing the other Cory in pain.

“Yes, Jim. I’m Cory,” said the poor man inside the cell. “He tricked you.”

The other Cory laughed wildly, and his body morphed into that of Garth. He leaned behind himself and clicked a button on his controller. The force fields of all the other rooms opened, and the other patients came out to stand beside Garth.

“You said you wanted to see me, Captain,” said Garth. He pulled out a phaser. “Well, here I am.” He fired his phaser twice, and (Y/N)’s consciousness left them.

(Y/N)’s eyes opened to Spock kneeling beside them.

“Are you alright, T’hy’la?” he asked as they sat up.

“Yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding. “How much time is passed?”

“A typical stun setting keeps people unconscious for half an hour,” said Spock.

“Then whatever Garth wants with us, he’s probably started his plan,” said (Y/N), furrowing their brow. “It’s the Enterprise he wants, right?”

Spock nodded. “He might have escaped his room and gained control of the station, but he cannot leave without a ship.”

“Then he’s unlucky that he found us,” said (Y/N). “Kirk will never let him get to the Enterprise.”

“You may say that now, but things can change,” said Garth, stepping in front of the room they were locked into.

(Y/N) and Spock stood and faced him, remaining expressionless as they faced him.

“Now, as I said earlier, you all are invited to dinner,” said Garth, smiling pleasantly but (Y/N) was all-too-aware of the aggression of all of his emotions. He was a threat for a reason.

(Y/N) and Spock exchanged looks.

“But I must insist that you come,” said Garth. He wasn’t given them a chance to argue.

Marta stepped out beside him and held the phaser so that Spock and (Y/N) didn’t try to run. They were led back to where Kirk was held.

“Why can’t I blow off just one of his ears?” said Marta.

“Stop that, Marta,” said Garth. “Mr. Spock will think we’re lacking in hostility. And we don’t want to make a scene in front of Mx. (L/N), do we?”

(Y/N) nearly sighed out loud but resigned themself to raising an eyebrow since they were not a fan of the emotions Garth had while looking at them.

“Come, Captain, it is time for dinner,” said Garth.

Kirk narrowed his eyes, but seeing his friends in danger meant that he had no choice. “How are you, Spock, (L/N)?” he asked.

“Very well, indeed. Thank you, Captain,” said Spock tensely.

“I’ve done better,” said (Y/N) with a bright smile.

“Isn’t Governor Cory joining us?” asked Kirk, looking at Garth harshly.

“No, the Governor doesn’t seem to be on the guest list,” said Garth.

“An oversight?” said Kirk coldly, annoyed.

“An intentional one,” said Garth. “Uh, the Governor’s fasting.”

“In that case, we must decline with thanks,” said Kirk.

Garth’s eyes narrowed, and his aggression grew into sharp anger.

“Don’t be a fool, Jim,” called Cory. “Go along with him.”

“Good advice, Governor,” said Garth. “Well, Captain? You’ll find we set a handsome table, and the entertainment is most enjoyable.” Garth smirked at Spock and (Y/N). “I hope everyone will find it enjoyable.”

Kirk stared coldly. “You’re very persuasive,” he sat, tone flat.

“Yes, I am. I certainly am,” said Garth.

The patients of the hospital laughed as two did the wheelbarrow and ran across the floor in the center of the semicircle of tables. Kirk, Spock, and (Y/N) sat beside one another and had to watch as the patients all enjoyed themselves and got to flaunt that they had the power in the situation. On their part, (Y/N) wasn’t enjoying the violent changes in emotions the patients displayed, swerving for searing joy to stabbing anger at a moment’s notice.

The performance ended, and Garth and Marta clapped. Garth kept staring at (Y/N), but they kept their gaze steadily on the “show” and the food in front of them since they didn’t need to see his eyes to know what he was feeling. Marta got up and ran over to their table. She leaned over in front of (Y/N) and held up a grape to them.

(Y/N) could feel Marta’s jealousy and leaned back as Garth’s flared as well. They didn’t want any part of any relationship drama between Garth and Marta.

“Get your hands off of (Y/N), you treacherous thing!” shouted Garth, and Spock reached for (Y/N)’s knee protectively as Garth’s anger flared.

Marta cackled and ran back to Garth. “Jealous!” she cried, grinning wildly.

Of both of us, which makes this so much more complicated and dangerous with a man like Garth, thought (Y/N), touching Spock’s hand in thanks for his support.

“Nonsense! I am above such things!” declared Garth pompously. “The Lieutenant is annoyed by your attentions, that’s all.”

Marta scoffed and draped herself over (Y/N). “Am I annoying you, darling?”

“I don’t need anyone’s attention,” said (Y/N) curtly, pushing Marta back.

Marta huffed and stepped back, and Garth sneered at her. (Y/N) suspected they were going to get a headache from all of the negative emotions vying for control.

“Treacherous thing,” hissed Garth. “I could have you beaten death.”

“No, you won’t!” chirped Marta, already in high spirits again. “Because I am the most beautiful woman on this planet!”

“You’re the only woman on this planet, you stupid cow,” snapped Garth.

“Well, I’m the most beautiful woman in this galaxy!” cried Marta.

“You’re repulsive!” shouted Garth.

Spock, Kirk, and (Y/N) looked at one another in exhaustion. Not only was (Y/N) getting flirted with (which was the norm but frustrating) but they were also dealing with people with no sense or logic in their actions. They acted purely out of emotion, and that was dangerous.

“I’m beautiful!” declared Marta. “And I’m intelligent, too! I write poetry, and I paint marvelous pictures, and I am wonderful dancer!”

“Lies! All lies!” said Garth. “You are the greatest liar I have ever met! Let me hear one poem you’ve written.”

“If you like!” Marta took a position in the center of the room.

As she walked, Spock spoke under his breath. “If there was a diversion, I might be able to find the control room and open the force field.”

“All we need is a few seconds because Scotty has alerted the security detail,” murmured Kirk.

“It wouldn’t be hard to get them fighting amongst themselves,” whispered (Y/N).

“Officers! Courtesy for the performer,” said Garth, gesturing to Marta.

Marta cleared her throat and began her poem. “Shall I compare thee to a summer day?”

(Y/N) and Spock exchanged a judgmental-couple look. That was Shakespeare.

“Thou art more lovely and more temperate,” said Marta. She narrowed her eyes and continued. “Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too—”

“You wrote that?” said Garth harshly.

“Yesterday, as a matter of fact,” said Marta, holding her chin high.

“It was written by an Earthman named Shakespeare a long time ago,” snapped Garth.

“Which does not alter the fact that I wrote it again yesterday!” shouted Marta in return. She turned towards the Starfleet officers and batted her eyelashes. “I think it’s one of my best poems, don’t you?”

Upon seeing her make eye-contact with (Y/N), Garth narrowed his eyes. “I may kill you with my bare hands!” Marta squealed and jumped away from him. Garth cleared his throat and composed himself. He leaned on the table of Spock, (Y/N), and Kirk. “Actually, she is a superb dancer.” Seizing upon a chance to impress the group, he said, “Marta, won’t you dance for our guests?” He narrowed his eyes when she didn’t move. “That was not a request.”

Marta stepped back into the center of the room, and music began to play, and Marta began to move to it expertly. She had masterful control of her body as she danced, and Garth carefully kept an eye on the reactions of the Starfleet officers to monitor whether or not they were enjoying.

“Marvelous, isn’t she, Captain?” said Garth, proud to show off.

We need to appease him, thought (Y/N).

“Yes, uh…incredible,” said Kirk.

“What is your reaction, Mr. Spock?” asked Garth.

“I find it mildly interesting and somewhat nostalgic if I understand the use of that word,” said Spock. In fact, he would much prefer to see (Y/N) dance since Celians had traditional dances and he knew (Y/N) was quite talented.

“ ‘Nostalgic?’ ” remarked Garth.

“Yes. It is somewhat reminiscent of the dances that Vulcan children do in nursery school,” said Spock.

“And you, Mx. (L/N)?” said Garth.

“I agree with Spock, nostalgic,” said (Y/N), intentionally keeping their words neutral.

“Ah, yes, Celians dance during celebrations,” said Garth. He gestured to the open floor. “Perhaps you’d like to give us a demonstration?”

“I haven’t practiced,” said (Y/N) simply, a cold smile on their face.

“I’m sure you’d be extraordinary nonetheless,” said Garth.

“That’s flattering, but I still won’t be dancing,” said (Y/N). They weren’t being a show for Garth’s enjoyment.

Garth gritted his teeth in frustration, but he was attempting to seem rational and civilized instead of temperamental, so he just turned back to Marta as she finished her routine and clapped.

“You’ll find I am very magnanimous to my friends if they show they are my friends,” said Garth, prowling around the trio. He rested his hands on Kirk and (Y/N)’s shoulders. “But I am merciless to my enemies.” He chuckled. “But I want you three to be my friends!”

Spock raised an eyebrow. “On what, precisely, is our friendship to be based?” Certainly not on you making my T’hy’la uncomfortable. That was unforgivable in Spock’s book.

“Well, upon the firmest of foundations, Mr. Spock—enlightened self-interest,” said Garth.

“Whose self-interest?” said (Y/N) pointedly.

Garth chuckled. “Why, all of ours! For instance, Captain Kirk is second only to me as a military commander, but he could be so much more.”

“I am an explorer,” said Kirk.

“So was I,” said Garth. “I have charted more new worlds than any man in history.”

“And tried to destroy Antos IV,” said Spock. “Why?”

“Well, I could say because they were actively hostile to the Federation,” sighed Garth.

“But that would be a lie,” said (Y/N) levelly.

“Agreed,” chuckled Garth. “Actually, they were quite harmless, and they made me whole when I was maimed and dying. And in my gratitude, I offered them a galaxy. They rejected me, and I condemned them to death.”

“How could you, a Starfleet captain, believe that a Federation crew would blindly obey your order to destroy the entire Antos race—a people famous for their benevolence and peaceful pursuits?” questioned Spock.

“That was my only miscalculation,” said Garth bitterly. “I had changed. I had risen upon this decadent weakness which still has you in its command, by the way, Captain. My crew had not, and I couldn’t sway them. But my new crew—the men in this room—will obey my orders without question. My friends, you have eyes, and you cannot see. Galaxies surround us! Limitless vistas…and yet the Federation would have us grub away like some ants on some somewhat larger than usual anthill. But I am not an insect. I am master of the universe, and I must claim my domain.”

“The Federation does not need militants,” said (Y/N). “We have peace missions, not battles.”

“Peace missions,” sneered Garth. “Politicians and weaklings!”

“Humanitarians and good people,” corrected (Y/N) firmly, refusing to cower to Garth’s red-hot anger. “And peace has won against war across the galaxy. It is not weak.”

“Yes,” said Kirk, sitting straight beside (Y/N). “The dream of peace those ‘weaklings’ had spread across the stars and brought people like us together. (L/N) and I are friends, Spock and I brother, Spock and (L/N) close. Peace brought us that.”

Garth narrowed his eyes and looked at the group united against him. “I can see Kirk and (L/N) feel strongly about the bonds between you all. Mr. Spock, do you consider Captain Kirk and yourself brothers? Are you and (L/N) close?”

“Captain Kirk speaks figuratively and emotionally at times. However, what he says is logical, and I do, in fact, agree with it,” said Spock.

(Y/N) smiled to themself.

Garth laughed at the three before screaming, his emotions taking a sharp turn for the negative. “Blind! Truly blind! Captain Kirk is your commanding officer, and you are his subordinate, and (L/N) is just a colleague! That is all!” In his sad, lonely life, he refused to see that others had good, healthy, loving connections in their lives.

Garth cleared his throat and continued. “(L/N), Mr. Spock, you are both talented and capable in your own rights. In my fleet, you will surely have a starship to command.”

“Please forgive, but where, exactly, is your fleet?” said Spock curtly.

“Out there—waiting for me,” said Garth. “They will flock to my cause, and for good reason.” He threw up a hand. “Limitless power, limitless wealth, and solar systems ruled by the elite! We are that elite, and we must take what is rightfully ours from the decadent weaklings that now hold it.”

“Captain Garth,” said (Y/N).

“Lord Garth,” he said harshly.

(Y/N) just continued as if they hadn’t heard. “This attempt to take over the galaxy is just a copy of what you did before. That ended in disaster. This will, too.”

“It will not!” cried Garth.

“Logically, it is likely,” said Spock.

“Remove them!” shouted Garth, erratic flashes of anger and sadness circling around him.

Two patients grabbed Spock and (Y/N) and pulled them up from their chairs.

(Y/N) just smiled at Garth. “The truth doesn’t bend to your will, ‘Lord’ Garth.” And then they were dragged from the room.

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hellsbells88 · 1 year ago

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Jenny Kirk

Young Jenny, finding her footing in the gang, is met with the 'sympathetic' guidance of the wily Micah Bell.

The sun was sinking behind the horizon as the gang busied themselves, establishing a new camp near the bustling town of Blackwater. The initial joy of their journey had given way to exhaustion, each member engrossed in their respective duties, the circle of wagons forming a protective barrier around their temporary home.

Away from the rest, on the outskirts of the encampment, sat Jenny. Her small figure was silhouetted against the setting sun, her gaze distant and thoughtful. Her dark hair danced in the evening breeze as she sat alone. As the most recent addition to the gang, she grappled with the unfamiliarity of her surroundings.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Micah approaching. His squared silhouette stood stark against the evening sky, a solitary aura surrounding him as he drew closer.

"Bein’ part of the crowd makes it easier," he drawled, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with a slender match. His smile was cool and unnerving, yet strangely comforting.

"But you keep to yourself," Jenny countered, defiance flickering in her voice, her blue eyes meeting his.

"And you keep to yours," he retorted, taking a long drag and letting the smoke drift between them. He gestured towards the other side of the camp with his chin as he exhaled, where the women of the camp were gathered, their laughter faintly audible. "Why don't you go join 'em?"

"I don't think they'd like me," she admitted, her gaze returning to the blazing campfire. "I don't really know them women."

Micah chuckled lowly, studying her intently. He knew the women would welcome Jenny with open arms. Despite being relatively new to the gang himself, he had already observed how the women looked out for one another. "I understand," he said instead, feigning sympathy before asking, "You afraid?"

"I'm not afraid," Jenny shot back immediately, stubbornness creeping into her voice.

Micah grinned at her defensiveness, his intense gaze never leaving her. He found their emotional hide-and-seek amusing. Although he would never admit it, he enjoyed these encounters with Jenny, intrigued by her quiet demeanor.

"Tell me, how old are you?" he asked, leaning against a tree, his gaze steady on her.

"Eighteen," she murmured, her gaze flickering to him and then away.

Micah laughed heartily. "Well, you're just a kid then!" he exclaimed, delighting in the irritation that flashed across her face.

"That don’t make me a kid," she retorted. But Micah merely chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

"Oh now, don't mind me, I just enjoy being a pest. Don’t mean no harm," he teased, playfully ruffling her dark hair before smoothing it back down in a more intimate gesture.

His teasing and touch earned him a suspicious glare, but he relished the banter, the spark in her otherwise reserved demeanor. "You've got quite a mouth for a shy thing," he added, grinning at her crossed arms.

They were settling into a rhythm of kindred spirits, an us-against-the-world sentiment resonating in their shared solitude.

"Don't tell me, you've got a fella too?" he probed further, earning another suspicious look.

"No, I don't," she replied curtly, her gaze darkening at the question. "Hey now," he lifted his hands, chuckling lightly, "can’t fault a man for asking."

"It's mighty rare to see such a beautiful girl unaccompanied," he remarked, seizing the opportunity to discreetly look her over as she turned her gaze to the campfire. She ignored his comment.

Micah noted the flicker of sadness in her eyes and decided to steer the conversation towards lighter topics. He pulled out another cigarette and offered it to her, "Smoke?"

She eyed the cigarette, hesitated, then accepted it. As she placed it between her lips, Micah leaned over to light it. Their eyes met—a silent electrical exchange was had. He knew he piqued her interest, and as she took her first drag, he continued his probing.

Ever wonder why you're here, Jenny?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. "Why you ain't with your family?"

Jenny's gaze hardened at the mention of her family, her grip tightening around the cigarette. She took a long drag before answering, "I left."

Micah raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her curt response. He had expected her to dodge the question or give a vague answer, but her straightforwardness surprised him. He could sense there was more to her story, something she wasn't ready to share.

"That so?" he echoed, feigning concern. "Big decision for a young girl."

She shrugged, her gaze fixed on the dancing flames of the campfire. "Had to," she said simply, leaving no room for further questions.

Micah nodded, understanding the unspoken message. He knew better than to pry into someone's past, especially when they were clearly unwilling to share. But he couldn't help but see this as an opportunity, a chance to exploit her vulnerability.

He paused to flick the ash from his cigarette, his gaze locked on her. "Ain’t easy," he began, imitating concern, "Venturing out alone like you have."

She looked at him, her eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. There was a hint of suspicion in her gaze, but also a glimmer of appreciation. Micah knew he had said the right thing, painting himself as a sympathetic figure in her eyes.

"But remember, Jenny," he continued, leaning closer to her, his voice dropping to a whisper. "In this world, it's every damn man for himself. You gotta look out for number one."

He held her gaze, letting his words sink in. He wanted her to understand that he was not just a friend, but also a potential ally. Someone who could help her navigate this new life, for a price.

As he prepared to depart, he left her with a final piece of advice. "Don't trust too easy now," he said, extinguishing his cigarette and gesturing towards the gang. "Nice folk—but remember what I said."

With that, he rose and made his departure, leaving her alone to contemplate the encounter. He had subtly instilled doubt in her mind, now all he needed was to wait for it to sprout.

"And Jenny," he casually tossed back, his tone relaxed yet enticing. "Feel free to join me anytime. I reckon we could both use some good company." A soft smile graced his face—one of satisfaction.

#red dead redemption 2 #micah bell #oneshot #jenny kirk

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miisakee · 9 months ago

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better to die saving lives, than to live with taking them

a star trek aos playlist

an exploration of jim kirk's life—from birth through to the end of into darkness—through song.

spotify link here and song list under read more

Oh the Places You’ll Go by I Fight Dragons

How will I keep you safe? How will you find your place?…Oh the places you'll go, with your eyes so wide | With your heart in your hand, and your sword at your side | Oh the mountains you'll move, oh the tears you'll cry | Oh the places you'll go, little love of mine…

The Valley by The Oh Hellos

We were born in the valley of the dead and the wicked…We were born in the shadow of the crimes of our fathers | Blood was our inheritance | No, we did not ask for this…

Guiltless by dodie

There is a wall in my life built by you | You opened a door that a kid shouldn't walk through | Oh, but I'm not bitter, I'm just tired | No use getting angry at the way that you're wired | Ignorant trauma in one afternoon | And I could never let you know (Ooh you'd never get it) | And now I'm the one who can't let go (Ooh don't say it's genetic)…

Sorry About Your Parents by Icon For Hire

I guess your mama didn't know the gift she got when she got you | I'm sorry about your life, you had it pretty rough | Bending over backwards, never good enough | You poor thing, it must suck to be you | And I know it's not your fault, it never is, is it?…

The World is a Very Scary Place by The Gothic Arches

The world is a very scary place, my dear. | It's hurled and it's twirled through outer space I fear. | So many ways to lose your skin in it. | The number of ways to die is infinite…You may have found my views unorthodox, | but now the wolf is at the door, it knocks

I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin

Dead Hearts by Stars

Tell me everything that happened | Tell me everything you saw | They had lights inside their eyes…Did you see the closing window? | Did you hear the slamming door? | They moved forward, and my heart died…Please, please tell me what they look like | Did they seem afraid of you? | They were kids that I once knew…

I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead by Set It Off

Talk to myself, lie in the darkness so content | As the sun begins to rise, I can barely shut my eyes | This crazed, delirious mess; laughing at everything I see | My sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went | I'm losing it…

Second Child, Restless Child by The Oh Hellos

Can you hear it hanging on the wind? | Can you feel it underneath your skin? | You've got to go on, further than you've ever gone | You've got to run far from all you've ever known…

Forget and Not Slow Down by Reliant K

How many times | Can I push it aside | Is it time I befriended all the ghosts of all the things that haunt me most | So they leave me alone…I'd rather forget and not slow down | Than gather regret for the things I can't change now...

Could Have Been Me by The Struts

Don't wanna live as an untold story | Rather go out in a blaze of glory | I can't hear you, I don't fear you | I'll live now 'cause the bad die last | Dodging bullets with your broken past…

Vienna by Billy Joel

Eight by Sleeping At Last

Soap by The Oh Hellos

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing | It's all just conjecture and gloom | And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it | Do not waste yourself on this roof...Today of all days, see | How the most dangerous thing is to love | How you will heal and you'll rise above | Crowned by an overture bold and beyond | Ah, it's more courageous to overcome…

Love Like You from Steven Universe, Cover by Caleb Hyles

Let Me Make You Proud from Tangled: The Series

Pale White Horse by The Oh Hellos

Hope of Morning by Icon For Hire

When the hope of morning starts to fade in me | I don't dare let darkness have its way with me | And the hope of morning makes me worth the fight | I will not be giving in tonight…

This Will End by The Oh Hellos

No, I am not afraid to die | It's every breath that comes before | Heartache, I've heard, is part of life And I have broken more and more But I can hope how this will end | With every line a comedy | That we could learn to love without demand | But unreserved honesty…

Forgive the Children We Once Were by Delta Rae

We grew up in golden light | Every chance to get it right | What did we do with it? It’s gone, what I had back then is gone…All the lines we knew back then, they now are faded | All the laws we once obeyed, they have betrayed us | People that I used to hate, I hardly remember | Forgive the children we once were

Eyes Open by Taylor Swift

The tricky thing is yesterday we were just children | Playing soldiers, just pretending…So here you are, two steps ahead and staying on guard | Every lesson forms a new scar...Everybody's waiting for you to break down | Everybody's watching to see the fallout | Even when you're sleeping, sleeping | Keep your eyes open…

Notos by The Oh Hellos

Ain’t No Crying by Derivakat

Hurricane by Thirty Seconds to Mars

As days go by, the night's on fire | Tell me would you kill to save a life? | Tell me would you kill to prove you're right? Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn | This hurricane's chasing us all underground…

Die For You by STARSET

I Have Made Mistakes by The Oh Hellos

We have lived in fear, and our fear has betrayed us | But we will overcome the apathy that has made us | Because we are not alone in the dark with our demons | And we have made mistakes | But we've learned from them…And oh my heart, how can I face you now? | When we both know how badly I have let you down

In Our Bedroom After the War by Stars

Someone To You by BANNERS

The Future’s Right In Front of Me by A Great Big World

I learned my lesson, it was wrong of me to look so far ahead | I'll count my blessings one by one, I'll live a life I won't regret…I walked alone, I was scared of who I knew that I could be | But there was beauty in the darkest parts of my uncertainty | And now I finally see the future's right in front of me, yeah…

#jim kirk #star trek aos #star trek #my playlists #character playlists #as an aside #achilles come down and soap are literally the most aos jim&bones songs i've ever heard #also i know there's like an abundance of oh hellos songs in here #but they're so good for NARRATIVE #also also look beyond is my favourite aos film #but 09/into darkness slot together so well narratively in terms of jim's character arc #beyond is his continuing growth After that #but 09 & into darkness are one arc in two parts #which is a long-winded way of saying that's why i cut it there lmao

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thesassypadawan · 23 days ago

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Hmmh...? 🤔 Hmmh...? 😏

Okay, but what if this too...and just a tiny bit aged up? 🤭

#hayden christensen #kirk are you afraid of the dark #are you afraid of the dark

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crowzwrites · 11 months ago

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A sight for sore eyes

for mcspirk month

ao3

content warning: None

@mcspirkevents

It's a sunny day on the planet they've beamed down to, Revena V, pretty turquoise skies and a rainbow arching across it. Kirk smiles at his first officer, who gives him an eyebrow raise in return, then looks back at his tricorder to analyze the data he's been collecting of fauna and small critters. He's glad to have peaceful moments like this on away missions where he can walk beside Spock, hands intertwined as they amble about. Their last mission had ended up in a battle and many injured crewmen, so thankfully they had been given some time to rest and explore more tranquil and serene planets in the latest system that had yet to be mapped on a star chart.

McCoy had opted to stay on the ship because last time he beamed down with them he'd fallen down a ditch and sprained his ankle. Jim tried not to laugh as he cursed everything around him when they were beaming back up—of course he was worried, but Bones was so grumpy and in the end it had been fine. They cuddled to make up for it, Jim taking in the sight of both his partners. Spock had made McCoy a hot chocolate and took care of him whilst

Jim got the man to be quiet and accept the care, at one point Jim considered giving Bones a taste of his own medicine, stabbing him with a hypo.

At least, when it’s just the two of them, there are no huffs and complaints about the mission to collect more data, just avid discussions about said data and observations about the pretty plant life.

“What do you think of this planet, Spock?”

“It is fascinating, I will have to take further samples of some of the fauna as they have intriguing properties that could be used in medicine. There are also many small animals that look interesting. This planet is very diverse in its plant and animal life.”

“I love visiting all these cool planets, better than being attacked by Klingons or whatever.”

“Certainly. I only wish that Doctor McCoy had joined us, even if he does tend to complain.” Spock smiles at him slightly.

“Yeah, but after the last mission he’s afraid he’ll get hurt and then he’ll have to get taken care of by us. He’s allergic to accepting help.”

“Indeed he is.”

Jim smiles and glances at Spock again, appreciating his side profile: curved pointy ears that he oh so loves to touch gently, hazel eyes that look at him with affection, silky black hair that sits perfectly on his head, and finally his nose. Jim enjoys booping it, which makes Spock blush. Jim's always been one to appreciate both of his lovers' features—McCoy especially, since he needs encouragement and positivity. He's a little more self conscious than Spock in that department. Of course, both of them have their flaws. So does he.

Jim looks back to his surroundings. He notices a flower that is almost the same height as him. It glows a warm yellow and has pink spots on its petals.

Without thinking, he stops and leans forward a little. Then he thinks, oh, shit. The flower spews spores at his face. He groans and staggers backwards. Spock catches and steadies him but he barely notices it because his eyes feel as if they are being set alight. Briefly, he thinks that McCoy is going to be very mad. He then passes out, distantly hearing Spock shouting his name as he succumbs to the darkness.

Slowly, hearing the steady beat of the heart monitor and vaguely feeling a warm hand enclosed in his own, he comes back to awareness. Jim opens his eyes. To nothing. To darkness, only making out blurry shapes. His heart rate skyrockets. He's panicking as the monitor beeps loudly, making his ears hurt. Why can't I see? Why can't I see, wh-

“It's okay, Jim,” says a voice he recognises to be Spock. “You are safe.”

Jim turns and can't make out Spock's face, only a blurry figure that's trying to comfort him and God, he can’t focus on that gentleness, only registers that he's blind. What if he never sees Spock or Bones’ face again? What if he'll never be able to look into both of their deep brown eyes and get lost in them? Oh, God. He'll lose his captaincy, lose Spock, lose Bones.

Jim.

Jim, breathe.

He does. Inhale. Exhale. Just like McCoy taught him when he had panic attacks at the Academy. Sound comes back to him. He didn't even realise his ears had been ringing. The overwhelming panic and fear had overtaken any rational thought. He sighs and turns his head in the direction that Spock’s voice had come from. Cold hands graze his face and rub a soothing motion down his cheek, another hand on his shoulder. It must be Bones, no doubt hovering over him like the mother hen he is.

“Spock…Bones...I-I can't see you.”

“Don't worry, kid, we'll find a cure to this, Spock and I. You know we'll try our hardest, darlin’. Just relax for me, okay? We've got you.” Bones’ voice relaxes him. Jim sinks back down into the biobed and grabs Spock's hand back for comfort.

“I miss seeing your faces…” he says quietly.

“Do not worry, Jim. We will find a cure, Ashaya.”

“Can you take me back to my room?”

Jim attempts to look at them both. Spock guides Jim's hand to his and McCoy’s faces. He feels Spock's pointy ears and brushes a hand through Bones’ soft hair, a mild comfort to him.

“Yeah, alright. No harm in that, just be careful, okay?”

“You know me, I'm always careful.” Jim laughs—he can hear Bones’ eyes roll and Spock's questioning eyebrow raise.

Slowly, he gets up (mostly) by himself, Spock's hand in his and Bones' arm around his elbow. He's glad they're here to help him through this ordeal. In the future, he'll make sure to steer clear of pretty glowing flowers on alien planets. His partners guide him back to his room at an even pace. It's odd not being able to see. Jim had taken that ability for granted and not appreciated the beauty of sight until it was ripped away from him. He's pretty confident that Spock and Bones will find a cure promptly, though, they've been through thick and thin, after all, and Bones is nothing short of a miracle worker by now. He’s an angel watching over Jim through life and death. He means that literally, now, since he'd been brought back to life by the doctor and all.

He hasn't really been paying attention and if they weren't here to help, he surely would have knocked himself out on a wall or something. He keeps his eyes closed, not wanting to see all the blurry figures and outlines that'll probably make him want to throw up. It's very disorienting. Spock squeezes his hand reassuringly. They've stopped walking now, so they must be at his room. Wordlessly, one of them enters his passcode, and then all of them step through. He's guided to his bed, which he's grateful for. All he wants to do is to sleep in his lovers’ arms and be reassured by their warm presences beside him.

“I love you both…thanks for helping me.”

“Of course, just promise me you’ll be more careful next time, sweetheart?” McCoy says gently, sparing him the angry lecture this time and instead putting a hand on his thigh.

“I'll try.”

They all know that it's unlikely that he won't land himself in danger. At least he has Spock to protect him and Bones to patch him back together again and again. Quickly, he rids himself of his shirt and trousers and then pulls them down to cuddle with him. Bones huffs but obliges him. Frankly, he doesn't care if it's the morning or afternoon, he just requires immediate snuggles before he rests. Jim moves to Spock's chest and puts his arms and leg around him, then hooks his other leg around Bones, who's hugging his waist. Neither of them care about the time, either. Even Spock allows Jim this comfort. His nose brushes against his Vulcan’s bare chest and finds himself drifting off quickly into dreams about stars and lovers.

After only three days of being sightless, during which his doctor and science officer work tirelessly, they finally find a cure. Jim has by then become more used to not being able to see, has learned to rely more on his hearing and special awareness, which he sorely lacks after crashing and tumbling over almost everything. Bones had berated him after finding him trying to get to the bridge but tripping over a crewman’s foot and faceplanting ungracefully. His nose thankfully stayed in one piece, but his body is probably littered with tiny bruises by now, if the doctor's lecture is anything to go by.

“I believe we have found a cure Jim, do not worry. The doctor and I will come to you. Stay put.” Spock’s voice chirped. He sounded tired.

“Hey! I'm not a child. I can handle myself, Commander,” Jim sasses, getting up and walking to the door.

Jim doesn't quite make it to the door. Instead he trips over his boots and almost slams into the wall by his door but catches himself, cursing out loud and hoping Spock hadn’t heard that. He had, though. Of course he had.

“Jim, please do not injure yourself further unless you want Leonard to lecture you again,” Spock chides. He mutters the word “illogical” under his breath.

Begrudgingly, he makes his way back to his bed and flops down on it. He hopes this’ll work. If it doesn't, he just might cry even if they eventually find one. It could take months or even years, or maybe he's just permanently blind, sight taken from him by some stupid flower on some dumb planet. If he didn't beam down to that planet and instead stared out into space or just wrote some boring reports, then maybe he wouldn't be stuck in misery. Well, it's not all bad. Still, Jim can't help but feel melancholy about losing such a core part of himself. He huffs and rolls over, and his door swishes open to allow his boyfriends to enter, ready to hopefully save the day.

“You ready, Jim?”

“Yep! Stick me, Bones.” McCoy sighs at that but jabs the hypo into his neck.

At first, he doesn't feel anything, but then his head starts to spin. He groans, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching at his head. For a minute, it's agony. Spock is gripping his shoulders and trying to ease the pain through touch while McCoy worriedly dotes over him and does something or other. The nausea and pain fade to an ache behind his eyes and he peeks an eye open. He's met with a slightly less fuzzy Spock leaning over him.

The scared expression in his chocolate brown eyes comes into focus, and then Jim breaks out into a wide grin and hugs Spock tightly. He gestures for Bones to join and he does. Jim feels happy again. His vision is almost back to normal, and he can see both of them again. They look tired but relieved, and he pulls away to admire them. He loves Bones’ light-hearted scowl, the freckles dotting his face, his pouty lips and smooth hair. Jim kisses Spock and it’s electric. His relief and affection trickle through to the Vulcan as they passionately embrace. Without wasting any time, he breaks apart to kiss Bones, who gasps in surprise but leans into it. Bones puts a hand in his hair, making him groan, and then Jim leans back to appreciate his gorgeous face.

“You okay, Jim?” Bones looks at him worriedly and Jim realises he's crying.

“I'm okay.” He smiles and puts his head on Spock’s shoulder.

Spock had moved to sit on his bed next to him while Bones was kneeling in front of him.

“I am glad the serum worked…I do not know what I would've done if it hadn't,” Spock says quietly.

“You'd do what you always do. Try and try again. That's why I love you, both of you.”

“Love ya too, kid,” says Bones, as Spock says, “Taluhk nash-veh k’dular,” then Bones stands up and leans over Jim. Gently, he wipes away the tears running from his eyes, like rain on a sunny day that blooms into a rainbow. He feels good and lucky to have both of them to take care of him.

Jim knows they'll always take care of him when he dives headfirst into danger, or gets blinded by some flower, or whatever it may be. At least he can laugh it off now.

#star trek #mcspirk #mcspirk month 2024 #aos #alternate original series #kirk #spock #mccoy #mcspirk fic #sfw #writing

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rhythm-catsandwine · 6 months ago

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Sence

He could sense Kirk before seeing him, just like with his bandmates. Adam watched the snow come down slowly but heavily.

“Here.” Kirk offered a cup of hot chocolate.

“Is it spiked?” Adam closed the comic that he was reading and placed it next to him. He and Kirk had started trading comics and books.

“It’s spiced and spiked!” Kirk smiled wide as he sunk into the couch facing the window. He had added two rooms on the opposite ends of his house—one for Adam and one for Lars. Adam’s was as dark and mysterious but soft and full of love as he was.

“Why?” He said as he took the cup offered to him and rested his head against Kirk’s shoulder. “You know you don’t have to get me drunk to get me to sleep with you.”

“I didn’t invite you here to get drunk,” Kirk kissed the younger man on his temple. “You seem to be under a lot of stress.”

“I. Uhh. Yeah. With the new album and then me and Maynard going back and forth and now Justin and I… aren’t in the best place right now. I just like…..I don’t know. I’m afraid he’s going to break up with me.” He let out a disgruntled sigh.

“So, what’s going on with you and Justin?”

“He wants me to move in with him at his farm. But I don’t want to run the risk of people finding out about us.”

“You guys have an entire subreddit about you two. A LOT of the fans already think you guys are together. Or wish you were.”

“What?” He sat up, letting the blanket around his shoulders drop to his hips.

“Just look it up, Adam. But first, answer me with one thing: yes or no. Do you want to move in with Justin?”

“Like yeah, but.” He was stopped by Kirk putting his hand over his mouth.

“I think you should. Lars and I have been hiding in plain sight.”

Adam pushed the other away gently. “Okay. I’ll call Justin.”

Hidden Book of August or Ao3

#rowen writes #adam jones/kIrk hammett #kirk hammett/adam jones #adam/kirk #tool fic #metallica fic

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stra-tek · 2 years ago

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I would like to ask your opinion on the NuTrek set designs! I haven't watched strange new worlds or discovery (those are the nu prequel ones right?) mostly because I'm afraid they won't be good? Like they won't hold the same silly charm as TOS or TNG, and part of that worry is the ship design. I love that TOS bridge LOOKS like it's from the 60s, LOOKS like the ship is kinda held together with spit, sillystring, and human stubbornness, because that's how our real life space program was back then. From the pictures I've seen, I don't like all the fancy lights everywhere on a ship that looks completely different in TOS. I know they probably had to update it for marketing so like I get it but! What do you think and are the new sets distracting? And are the shows good? Thanks!

The sets are definitely very different to the old ones, more in line with the recent movie version of things where there are big windows in front with amazing space vistas and very hi-tech touchscreen panels everywhere. Personally I love them, they kept a few little callbacks to the originals like the Enterprise having some of the old jelly bean buttons on the consoles next to the modern flatscreen panels. I never found the brightness distracting but I've heard others complain about it. I only complained about Picard's third season where for 9 episodes they basically leave the lights off and you can barely see anyone😆 While Discovery has it's own look, the Enterprise has a kind of modern retro vibe where some things are now HUGE and SHINY but you'll spot stuff almost unchanged from the old show, like the Jeffries Tube Scotty was always tinkering in.

As for the shows themselves, they're a mixed bag (as were the originals)

Discovery had tons and tons of BTS drama, the people running the end of the first season weren't the same who started it so storytelling is somewhat uneven. And it's different from classic Treks in that it's one main plotline per season and there is one definite main character rather than an ensemble. Then they had two big shifts in direction: The first season is dark and mysterious, involving war with Klingons (who speak subtitled Klingon and like the sets have been reimagined to look far more alien) and mirror universes. The second tries to be much lighter in tone and more like the recent movies and has a plot that makes less and less sense the closer you examine it (but I still loved it), then they jump to the distant future where they're a relic in a universe that's changed a lot. It's also the queerest Trek ever with gay, nb and trans characters. There's some violence and swearing and a story about a former POW who was sexually abused in the first season but it's not all quite as it seems.

Strange New Worlds spins off from the second season of Discovery (but you don't need to have seen it first), and tells TOS/TNG/VOY style standalone stories which range from saving worlds to battling alien monsters to utter fluff but unlike the originals, what happens has lasting effects on the characters. It's got a mix of young versions of known characters, some have been changed a lot (Nurse Chapel is a total badass in this version, Spock is married to T'Pring and she's a huge part of his life) and others who didn't do enough in TOS to really be called changed, like Dr. M'Benga. They also have Kirk's brother on the crew and he's derpy as hell and we love him. It's the one most like classic Trek, but it's definitely more of a modern reboot of the concept even though officially it's a prequel in the same continuity (even going so far in Discovery as a "previously on" with clips from "The Cage" and then next season there's an episode called "Unification III", follwing on from the TNG two-parter and featuring the characters watching a clip from it). So don't get too hung up on all that stuff and just enjoy!

Hope that helps!🖖

#star trek #star trek discovery #strange new worlds #star trek continuity #ask me anything #ask answered #ask response

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your-own-scifi-nerd · 2 years ago

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I want truthful, honest opinions on this. It’s the beginning of a fanfiction, and I don’t know whether I should keep at it. Also writing tips will help,and be as harsh as you want. I need it.

encounter(verb): to meet someone unexpectedly

Captain James T. Kirk sighed as he stumbled down the hallway, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder where Bones injected the cure to the strange virus that had infected the ship. The medical team had distributed the antidote in record time before Doctor McCoy had forced the entire Bridge crew at the time to end their shift early, allowing the vaccinated Gamma shift to take over. Kirk stumbled again over his own feet, before a hand wrapped itself around his forearm to keep him from falling.

"Careful, Captain. As your energy is drained, it would do you no good to fall before we reach your quarters," Spock's voice told him as they continued walking to the captain's room, his hand still wrapped around the shorter man's forearm.

"You're, right, Mr. Spock." He sighed, leaning against the wall near his door to enter the code. "I'm afraid that we will be unable to play chess tonight, as I'm-" he cut himself off as he noticed his code pad ripped apart, hanging by a couple of loose wires in the wall. He instantly stood straight and completely silent, Spock doing the same. They glanced at each other before slowly creeping into the room, both men ready for a fight.

The completely dark room took a moment to adjust to, but both could make out the sight of a figure huddled in the corner near the bed, a couple of things that had fallen off the selves surrounding it.

"Lights, sixty percent," Kirk called out, the lights coming on immediately.

A young girl, no older than eighteen, lay there glaring at them with big, red eyes through dark, thick lashes. She had tanned skin, giving her the look of someone from the Middle East. Her dark brown hair was tied away from her face, a dark line of red strands pulled together into the ponytail. She had dark freckles spotted all over her face, along with scars over her face and hands, which was the only visible skin, the rest covered by her clothes. Tight, black pants, a dark sweater of sorts covering what seemed to be a white turtleneck. All of these things were interesting, but the thing that caught the men's attention was the girl's obviously broken leg and the large cut bleeding out on her side

Kirk took a step forward to help, before a hand from Spock and a noise from the girl stopped him. She had raised her upper lip into a snarl, her sharp teeth obviously not human. The noise emitting from her was a growl, sounding like one of an animal predator. The noise didn't stop until the two men took a step back, but they didn't stop there. Kirk continued to walk him and his first officer backwards, out of the room, never taking his eyes off of the girl. When they were in the doorway, Kirk forced them to stop.

"Spock, call Doctor McCoy, tell him to bring his bag and to get over here quickly. I'll watch the girl.”

Spock nodded and ran down the hallway to follow the orders, returning a moment later to help the Captain. They continued to stare at the girl until she started to stand, wincing visibly as she did.

"Wait, don't-" Kirk took a step forward, but the girl once again started to growl. Spock put a hand on the captain's shoulder, before moving towards the girl. The growling slowly got louder, and Spock took notice of the girl's nails growing into claws.

As soon as he got close enough to touch her, the girl crouched into a fighting stance and tilted her head, watching him intently. Spock reached a hand forward, and she lunged at him.

Bones finally entered, going wide eye at the sight of Spock wrestling with a young girl. "Jim! What the hell-"

"Not the time, Bones! You got a hypo to get her sedated?!" Kirk yelled at him as he watched Spock and the girl. She obviously wasn't human, as Spock was struggling to hold her down, even with the Vulcan strength that he possessed.

Bones grabbed a hypo out of his pack, quickly approaching the two. "Hold her down Spock, just...keep...her...still..." he muttered, pressing the hypo into her neck as she slowly calmed down, before slumping on the ground. Spock finally got up and Kirk approached the group, bending down to examine the girl.

“Bones, I’ll get her to sickbay. Spock-”

"You're gonna do nothing of the sort, Spock here can take her to the sickbay. You need rest, and if you don't I'm going to inject you with what I injected in her," Bones commanded, leaving the room and gesturing for Spock to follow with the girl.

"The doctor is right, Captain. You should rest. I will take the young girl to the sickbay, and then I will take my rest in my quarters. Good night, Captain," Spock said before picking up the girl gently and following Bones. Kirk sighed before deciding he might as well do as they say. As soon as he's up, he'll check on the girl.

The morning had come, and Kirk found himself in the sickbay, sitting beside the girl. Bones had fixed her leg and the gash in her side, and as she slept she looked younger than she was. Kirk was right with his first guess, the medical scans showed that she was under eighteen, but over fifteen, female, and half human. Everything else was a mystery. Her past, her name, the other half of her species. Kirk was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Spock take a seat right next to him.

"Our shift will begin soon. I am certain that the girl will be alright, Captain. Doctor McCoy gave her the cure, and her injures have been healed," he stated, his hands still in his lap. Kirk sighed and leaned back, about to speak, Bones cutting him off.

“Her vitals are off the charts. Runs hotter than you, Spock, and I can only hope that that’s due to her half we don’t know. She woke up sometime in the night, Jim. I had injected her with the antidote earlier, and when she awoke all she did was stare at me. I gave her some food, light stuff. Soup. She inhaled it like I was gonna take it from her before passing back out."

"Food is food," a voice chimed in.

Kirk stared at the girl slowly sat up, not meeting any of the men’s eyes other than Spock’s. Her back was ramrod straight as she spoke. "Du nam-tor Vuhlkansu." It wasn't a question. Kirk glanced at Spock, who had quirked up an eyebrow in very well concealed surprise.

"Ha, nash-veh Vuhlkansu. Uf tor du stariben nash?"

"Wuh Vuhlkansu ha-tor k' nash-veh, au saven-tor nash-veh." She avoided Kirk's and Bone's eyes, keeping hers focused on Spock.

"You speak Vulcan impressively. Whoever taught you taught you well," Spock said in Standard, allowing the two human men to understand the conversation.

"Thanks, I guess. Listen, I don’t want any trouble. I just needed a ride. At the next space port or civilization with transportation that you arrive at, I’ll be out of your hair," she said, staring at Kirk right in the eye. Authoritative hazel stared into fiery red.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. You're a stowaway, but if you give us some information, we can help you out. Just, simple things, like your name-"

"Call me El.”

"-your family,-"

"Don't have one,” she stated keeping her nonchalant tone.

"or, what species you are."

The girl snorted. "'Fraid I don't have an answer for that one, buddy. Don't know myself."

Kirk sighed and leaned forward slightly. “Well, El, how’s your leg? And your side?”

El furrowed her brow, tilting her head in thought. “It’s….alright, I guess. Not hurting anymore.” She grinned, turning to Bones. “But can I have a lollipop? Isn’t that something that earth doctors do, Bonsey?”

"Yeah, yeah. Hold your stowaway ass right here." Bones waved her away, heading into the second part of the sickbay.

"How do you know his nickname?" Kirk questioned, nodding towards the other room.

El sighed. "I've been on this ship a month, Kirk. I know everyone here, and the name of this beauty," she paused, looking both him and Spock up and down. "Gotta say, pretty impressed with the scraps you get yourself in and out of."

"Miss El, am I correct in assuming that you arrived at the ship two point five three months ago, when we had docked at the starbase Ares II?" Spock cut in, cocking his head slightly to the side.

El nodded. “Was stuck on that planet for a bit when I saw your ship, and the rest is history. Also, no ‘Miss El’. I don’t like it, just call me El.”

“How did you find yourself on that planet, El?”

El just shrugged in answer, crossing her arms.

“El, how did you get injured?” Kirk asked after a moment of silence.

El mumbled incoherently.

"Would you please repeat that, El?"

She mumbled again, and yet again Kirk asked her to repeat it.

Kirk glanced from her hand back to her face. "Fine. I won't tell. Captain's honor," he smiled tersely, putting his hand over his heart. "Spock, we need your honor too."

Spock raised a brow, before his shoulders slightly loosened in the form of a sigh. "I won't tell as well, El. Vulcan honor." He put his hand over his heart. El copied him, nodding at their promise.

"Good. Now, where's my-"

Bones had returned, a red lollipop in his hand. El took it from him- "perfect timing, Bonsey-" and popped it in her mouth before taking it out. "Look, I hate sickbays. Not your fault doc, just not a fan of them. I'm useful. I can fix things, help out some places, whatever you need. Or, if you want, I'll-“

The boatswain's whistle of the ships communications cut her off. "Captain, we are approaching the nearby planet now," Uhura's voice called out of it.

Kirk looked trouble, glancing back at the girl. "Listen, I'll stick by you, or Spock's side for now. I can earn my freedom, and I know enough about how nice it is to not abuse it. Just let me outta here, and I'll be good," she pleaded, both eyebrows raised.

"It would be the most logical thing to do, Captain. We may ‘keep an eye on her,’ as you humans say, and decide on what we must do with her.”

Kirk sighed. "Fine. No funny business, and you'll stick by me for now. Got it?" He said, standing.

“Roger that! No trouble caused, promise. It’ll be like you never found me.”

Kirk sighed and nodded. "Okay. But, again, you need to be by me or Mr. Spock at all times."

"Yes, sir!" The girl saluted and launched herself off of the bed, landing gracefully on her feet. "But first, could I have my clothes back? I'm not one for..this." She pulled at the clothes she was wearing, something akin to a baggy, blag jumpsuit.

Christine Chapel walked in as soon as she finished saying that, the mended clothes of the young girl folded neatly in her hand. "Captain, Dr. McCoy told me to bring these clothes for the girl..." she trailed off, seeing her standing.

"Thanks, blondie. Talk about good timing," she said, taking the clothes with a smirk. The four watched as she dropped the clothes on the bed, holding up her sweater. She turned it around, before nodding in satisfaction. “You guys only mended it, right? Didn’t touch anything in it?”

Bones raised an eyebrow and crossed his hands behind his back. “Is there stuff in it?”

“Nah,” she stated, undoing the buttons on the jumpsuit. “I’m sure you’ve already noticed that I run at a high temperature. This sweater has internal heaters, cause without ‘em I get super uncomfy. Can’t control my damp heat, so I gotta run ‘em high.” She stepped out of her jumpsuit, leaving her in her undergarments.

All four of the occupants to averted their eyes elsewhere as she dressed. She handed the rumple jumpsuit back to Bones, who took it with a glare. She simply winked at him.

"Thanks, guys. Pretty good at this healing stuff.”

Kirk and Spock calmly walked out of the door, El following them to the side. "Just so you know, you might want to inform Scotty that the food replicator thingy is broken. I fixed it, but it's kinda hanging on the edge," she said calmly, shoving the lollipop in her mouth.

Kirk's eyes widened in surprise, and he and Spock shared a glance. "Thank you. You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to." She bit into the candy with a loud crunch. "I've been on ship after ship and I've never seen a beauty like this one. You should be proud of yourself, Captain. I would. I also wouldn't want anything to happen to the crew of a beautiful ship like this, 'cause who would take care of her?"

Kirk softly smiled at her, puffing out his chest in pride. "Thank you. She is a truly beautiful ship, and I'm lucky to have her."

When they reached the ship’s lift, El stuttered for a second as the two men entered and grabbed the handles.

“No other way to get to the bridge?”

Spock shook his head.

El sighed, as she stuff the now empty lollipop stick in a small pocket on the side of her sweater. “Listen, I don’t do…lifts. Bad experience. I’m gonna need to ask you something, if you could.”

“What do you need?” Kirk tilted his head, smiling confusedly.

“A lift on one of your guy’s back.”

There was silence as the two processed the request, before El sighed. “Look, it’s dumb, I know, and I guess I can just try. You know what, never mind, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.” She took a step forward, grimacing as she grabbed a handle, her knuckles turning pale aw she gripped it as hard as she could.

“El.” Kirk let go of the handle and turned his back towards her. Not a moment later he felt her weight as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. A face buried itself into his shoulder.

“Thanks,” came her muffled reply.

Kirk just grabbed the handle and called out, “Bridge.” He met Spock’s gaze, who had a small upturn of the lips.

“El, next time I suggest that I will carry you, as I have three times more the strength than the average human.”

El just turned her head to the sighed and nodded, before shoving her face back in Kirk’s shoulder. “I hate lifts,” she muttered. Both men caught it, and could only wonder what had happened that caused her to despise something every ship had.

Translations:

(Du nam-tor Vuhlkansu) - You are Vulcan. (Ha, nash-veh Vuhlkansu. Uf tor du stariben nash?) - Yes, I am Vulcan. Where did you learn to speak it? (Wuh Vuhlkansu ha-tor k' nash-veh, au saven-tor nash-veh.) - I lived with a Vulcan, he taught me.

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