#or maybe it’s the start of another pon farr

[blanc-ci]

To Kirk’s (welcome) surprise, Spock is sometimes even more handsy than he is

[quasi-normalcy]

Star Trek series rated by horniness (as rated by me, an asexual, so you know its objective):

Star Trek: The Original Series - what is there to say for the series that invented slashfic, fuck-or-die, and Thiess's theory of titillation in costuming? The universe is full of greased-up pecs and scantily clad women wondering what is this thing you call...love? It's easier to mention the episodes that *aren't* horny. 10/10, for how could it be otherwise?

Star Trek: The Animated Series - It's a Saturday morning cartoon series from the 70s, and yet... 3/10, for the surprising number of scantily clad muscular guys

Star Trek: The Next Generation - Oh, we *start* quite horny; Roddenberry is keen to let us know that the android has a penis in the second episode; but then Roddenberry dies, and by the final season even Troi is wearing a sensible duty uniform. 6/10 for Will Riker, though

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - We've got Quark's, where the women are scantily clad, the holosuites are for fucking, and the waiters give themselves ear infections from doing too much oo-mox on themselves. We've got Jadzia Dax, who has three hundred years worth of sexcapades in two genders and will tell you about them at the drop of a hat. We've got Bashir and his sad blue balls for the first two seasons. We've got Klingons breaking each other's clavicles to initiate coitus. And we've got an enemy power led by the perpetual mind-melting gangbang that canonically is the Great Link. 9/10

Star Trek: Voyager - Weirdly conservative in its sexual politics. I mean, it goes out of its way to stick poor Jeri Ryan in that body condom, and there's a whole episode about space whales wanting to fuck the ship, and another one about Janeway wanting to fuck an Irishman, and *two* episodes about Pon Farr...actually, you know what? 6/10.

Star Trek: Enterprise - You know what, let me tell you about this series; this series is like a 14-year-old asexual boy boasting about his supposed sexual conquests in the hopes that it will endear him to the cool kids. It doesn't work; there's nothing genuine about it and everyone knows it; no matter how many innuendos he throws in, it's clear that there's no joy in it for him and he'd be happier if he could just go off and read comic books. Secretly, he wishes his friends still wanted to play with action figures. -1/10

Star Trek: Discovery - The show presents us with wall-to-wall gays who just...never seem to shtup each other. Like, I of all people know that sex doesn't define queerness, but...really? I guess maybe they're afraid of being less than wholesome? Anyways, 2/10 for that time that the Emperor went off to fuck a couple of Orions in the middle of a dangerous secret mission on the Klingon homeworld.

Star Trek: Picard - A series so sexless that it can't even show its main canonical couple enjoying each other's company for more than 5 seconds each season. And yet the chaste Jurati/Borg Queen pairing manages to be the hottest thing ever in the history of fiction. Anyway, I guess they technically had Agnes sleep with Rios in the first season, so 1/10.

Star Trek: Lower Decks - Oooh boy, we're at the heavy hitter now, my god. Completely, unashamedly horny. Gene Roddenberry *wishes* he could have done that orgy scene that people on Twitter were freaking out about. 11/10

Star Trek: Prodigy- They're *kids*. 0/10

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds - Not really a lot, surprisingly given their TOS pastiche. Still, we get some stuff with Spock. 3/10.

[bones-mccoy-turned-me-bi]

Ok so last night I had a dream about startrek, it started during amok time pretty much going the same way except, T'pring didn't do the challenge they got married.

Only remember bits and pieces during this point but Kirk is heartbroken, he's not letting Spock know (duh) which isn't a problem because Spock is oblivious about Kirk's feelings for him.

I forgot to mention that Spock does have feelings for him and didn't want to marry T'pring but he was convinced that Kirk doesn't love him,whilst also doing this whole "It's Vulcan way" so he decided to just do it.

Anyways he went through Pon Farr with T'pring and ended up getting her pregnant

This is another point where memory doesn't like me, but anyway they have a son (his name was changing like every half a second but ima call him Telek since that's one of the only ones I remember)

ANYWAYS this child just sorta exists in the back of Kirk's mind for like 2-3 years till T'pring's work (I forget what she does but it's like similar circumstances to her being on the enterprise in snw) lines up with the enterprise, and she brought Telek with her.

So they meet the kid

Kirk is trying so hard rn but it's like that's Spock's child with the wife he didn't know he had so he's struggling.

Mccoy likes the kid and is doing a way better job of being normal towards him and T'pring ( whilst also comforting Kirk which I thought was really cute )

Anyways another time jump

T'pring dies.

This isn't even that much later cause Telek looked like 4.

I have no idea how she dies but she did, Spock is hurt but not like extremely?

Like he did care about her but he never really loved her and when they spoke it was really just him asking about Telek.

Anyways Kirk is like kinda happy about this but also very mad that he is happy about this because Spock's wife died and that's horrible so he's like trying to comfort Spock but it's kinda awkward because Kirk hated T'pring and they both know he hates her.

Anyways Kirk is like well he's not married anymore maybe nows my chance and Mccoy is like "She just died dude at least give the guy some time to grieve "

So Kirk does but like only for a month or so

and he's back to trying to court Spock, but Spock is still oblivious and thinks Kirk is just still trying to comfort him so it's not working that well. At some point Kirk decides fuck it I'll just tell him.

So Kirk invites Spock over for chess and partway through like thier second game ( gotta give him some time to work up the nerve) Kirk blurts it out.

And like at first Spock doesn't react so Kirk's like freaking out like "omg I just ruined our entire friendship " " why did I say that" " holy shit he hates me now doesn't he?? " all the while Spock is like fucking buffering because the guy he's been in love with for years just admitted loving him since like the first day they met and like ????? Holy shit?????.

Anyways Kirk started like apologizing to Spock which kinda snaps him out of his little trance and Spock is now the one freaking out cause he took to long to answer so he kinda panics and just like

leans over the chess board and like fuckin kisses him.

Anyways they're together (they also find out they are T'hy'la and it's really sweet)

And at some point ( not that much later come on its Spock and Kirk and they've been in love for years ) they get married and it's very sweet and they are both Telek's dads now and stuff and Mccoy is doing his whole " took you two long enough Jesus " but he's secretly stoked and not hiding it well.

Um anyways this is about were I woke up.

Its the most coherent dream (am I saying that right? ) I've ever had

Idk if you wanna make a fic about it please do and post the link when you reblog it cause I'm not gonna find it otherwise 👍

[jennelikejennay]

Philon Awards nominations close in three days!

I have no idea how many people are even submitting nominations for these, but anybody can, and since a work only needs (I think) three nominations to make the shortlist, it's a chance to get fics you loved in front of more people. Here are the details.

I got mine in today and really struggled, to be honest. There has been a LOT of good k/s fic in the past year and I have read SO MUCH of it. So instead of telling y'all which ones I nominated, I'm going to share my whole shortlist...in the hopes that some of you nominate the ones I couldn't!

For the short (under 10k) fic category:

And Filled With Tomorrows, by AndroidAndAle: just a soft and sweet City on the Edge of Tomorrow fic.

Gonna Show Her Life on Earth Can Be Sweet, by thembonesthembones: very smutty with weird biology. You know me. Sweet Talk, by CampySpaceSlime: the invention of infodumping kink. Deny, Deny, Deny by Maelstrom: Spock pretends he doesn't like sex and Jim has to make him admit it Beyond repair, by spirkme: just them comforting each other after an away mission gone wrong leaves them both traumatized

I'm a big name in deep space (ask your mates) by cicak: this starts off the amazing series Where One Man Has Gone Before. I would rec them all, but probably easiest to start at the beginning.

Long fic (10k-50k)

When in Paradise, by flipthebits: infiltrating a cult has never been so accurate

Wanna be the one that you wanna see, by Affixjoy: sex pollen over and over again till they figure things out

Bells on a Hill, by flippyspoon: maybe the sweetest pon farr fic ever?

Way From Within, by gunstreet: the SNW timeloop story

Please don't take him just because you can, by spaceisgay: why yes it IS based on Jolene, and it's full of telepathy

Novel length (50k+)

I Shall Do Neither, by OnWhatCaptain: do you like crying? this story will torture you but it's so so good

Bodyguard by BurningAmber: an AU where Spock is Jim's bodyguard and there's a big telepathic cat thing

Anodyne by Lizzie0305: a really long and hot pon farr fic

Of Trees and Telepathy by StupidCat: weird aliens and telepathic trees, what's not to like Regulatory Relations by indeedcaptain: Kirk and Spock get married for convenience. Next thing you know things are getting incredibly deep and heavy.

Quell the Cosmic Tides, by Plus3Charisma: at the end of the second AOS movie, Jim suddenly travels back in time to his first day at the Academy. He's driven to do better this time around. Self Recs:

Here are a few I wrote in the past year that are eligible.

Short fic

The Sight of a Touch, or the Scent of a Sound: the "telepathy is like synesthesia" fic

Medium length

Another of Devotion's Casualties: probably my favorite fic I ever wrote; an examination of warrior bonds and devotion

Novel length

Personally I would recommend The Recitation of Names, which is a prequel to the TOS episode Obsession.

But a lot of people told me they liked The Exiles better, which is where I took the 2009 movie and made it so much worse. People find it emotionally cathartic and uplifting though? Whether you nominate or not, hopefully this provides some good reading for a while!

[trekkietales]

Why me?

Solok smut/fluff

Warning:

When I got transferred to a Vulcan ran starship I had no clue what I was up for. Especially as an accident prone human. My first day I spilt coffee all over my uniform in front of Captain Solok.

Oh, Captain Solok. That Vulcan has an air around him. He has complete control over his ship and respect from every single Vulcan on the ship. Oh and love from one clumsy human. Not that I could ever tell him.

Since I work on the bridge, I have to see and talk to him all the time. Even though talking didn’t really happen outside of work. Its kinda eerie quiet around the ship.

The day started out usual just standing and working on my consul. Just as I was passing the captain’s chair right as another ship attacked us out of no where. Which apparently wasn’t bad enough because the bump from the other ships gun sent me flying into Solok’s lap. We stared at each other before I jumped up and ran to my station.

After an hour of fighting we sent the ship back to their home in bad shape. We all got switched out for our off duty hours and a small meeting about the battle. After the meeting I was told to stay back. After the doors shut behind the last Vulcan Solok stood in front of me.

“I would like to discuss the situation that happened earlier.” His eyebrow raised as he calculated his next words.

“Sir, I am so sorry. That was a complete accident. I lost my footing when the ship attacked.” I was rambling when he cut me off.

“I am not upset with you. It was apparent that you had not meant to. What I was gonna say is that we have been from Vulcan for seven years now. I am sure you were informed of pon farr before being put on this ship.” I nodded.

“Yes, Sir. I was told about a few different things about Vulcan tradition.”

“As captain I am quite aware of the Vulcans that are entering Pon Farr. It is quite a few of them. The reason I am informing on this is that Vulcans change when under the effect of Pon Farr and I would like you to watch out for yourself. I don’t want another transfer.”

“I will watch my back captain. You have no reason to worry about me.”

“I better not. You are dismissed for your shift.” I nodded and took my leave.

I went back to my quarters. As I walked past Vulcans , I wondered who was gonna be under Pon Farr. I realized I was gonna have to change my off hours schedule.

As I entered my quarters I noticed someone was there already.

“Hello Volkic.”

“Hello, I am sorry for invading your privacy but I had to make you aware of something that I heard.”

“Go on.”

“I was walking by Selvik and I heard him saying he was going to try to mate with you. I didn’t want you to be caught off guard.” Volkic always had ways to show he cares for his friends, but I didn’t think he’d get in between another’s Pon Farr to protect me.

“Did you tell the captain? He seemed very concerned with safety on the ship.”

“Of course I did. Though he is concerned it seems he won’t do much to interfere unless someone is hurt.”

“Thank you for telling me. I will keep an eye out for him.” With that Volkic excused himself and left my quarters.

I sat in my room until I thought I might go insane. I had to leave. I open the door and look around a bit and step out to go to the small bar we have on board. As soon as I take two steps down the hallway I hear my name being called. I turn and see Selvik.

“Hello Selvik.”

“Hello, I have a proposal for you.”

“I overheard your plan and while I am entirely flattered I do not see you as anything more than a friend.” He looked a bit sad.

“I had no idea you had heard. I apologize if I have offended you.”

“You have not. I am sorry and I hope that you find someone else.” He nodded and walked away.

While I felt bad for lying to him, I couldn’t tell him that Volkic had told me. It would create chaos. I would just lay way lower maybe just get fun stuff to stay in my quarters. I quickly turned to run back to my quarters when I ran into a chest. I looked up.

“Hello, is everything alright?” Solok looked down at me.

“Yes, Sir. I am just grabbing a few things and going back to my quarters.” I smiled hoping he didn’t see that I was still shaken from my last conversation.

“Good, if you don’t mind I would like to accompany you to your quarters. After your last conversation I think it would be best if you have a guard around you when you are off duty.”

I knew I couldn’t tell my captain no so I nodded and I grabbed what i needed to and off we went back to my quarters.

“Am I gonna get you as my guard all the time?” Even though I knew he couldn’t I still liked being around him.

“I do wish I could. Seeing myself that my crew is safe is my number one priority. Though I can’t as I have many responsibilities on the ship.”

“I understand.” We walked in silence to my door when I turned around to thank him, he was inches from my face.

“You smell different.” I looked confused. I hadn’t changed my perfume.

“I don’t think I should. Nothing has changed in my daily routine.”

“I apologize, I must be getting back to the bridge.” He just about ran away. I had no clue what had happened. I closed my quarter’s door and laid down on my bed.

As I entered the bridge, I asked my number one what I had missed.

“Nothing Sir, everything has been normal since you left.”

“Thank you, I would like to speak with you on a pressing matter.” He nodded and we walked into a smaller area just off the bridge. It was a room we used for meetings involving higher ups.

“What would you like to discuss Captain.”

“Can I ask what’s wrong?”

“Personal reasons. I will start my leave now. So until I say so you are acting Captain.”

“Yes Sir.” We both walked out and I walked to my quarters.

I normally have no problem going past her door. But now as Pon Farr is rattling my brain I find myself almost forced to knock on it.

I heard a knock on my door and wondered who it could be. Vulcans aren’t known for making random visits. I opened the door to find Solok there.

“Hello, Captain. What can I do for you? Would you like to come in?” I smiled in slight surprise.

“Yes please.” I moved so he could enter.

I looked at him waiting for his reason to be here but it seemed he too was confused as to why he was here.

“What is wrong Captain? You look a bit confused.”

“I would like to mate with you.” My eyes widened as the realization hit me. The reason he was acting unusual was because Pon Farr had started with him.

“I am not sure what to say.”

“Let me prove to be a good mate before you give me your answer.”

“I have my answer already.” He looked almost scared of what I could say.

“If you are sure then go ahead.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I don’t quite know what I need to do but if you run me through it, I will gladly be your mate.”

He put his hand up to my face and said something (I was so nervous that I completely missed what it was) and i could see me. From his eyes. His memory.

“Do you remember this?” He showed me the first day on the ship when i turned from the replicator with an iced coffee and ran into his chest spilling it on him and on myself. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as they had when it had happened.

Not only could I see the memories but I could feel his emotions. I could feel the confusion when we collided. There was something else lingering but I couldn’t quite understand.

“Protectiveness. For some reason from that moment I started to notice you. And how clumsy you can be. It made me almost too protective of you. Like I have to look after you.”

To feel what he feels almost overwhelmed me. It swirled around me. It clung to my heart. I looked through his eyes and I felt his love, his adoration for me.

“I-I don’t know how to say how I am feeling.”

“You don’t have to, just as you feel my emotions, i feel yours.” He leaned in and kissed me. I opened my mouth as he pulled away but he stopped me.

He got down on his knees and put his face into my hip. I was confused as to what he was doing until i heard a sniff. He could smell that i was aroused. He looked up at me and almost begged.

“I need to be inside of you. I need to feel you around me.” The sight of Solok on his knees turned me on more than i could ever imagine.

“Yes, please.” I whined. I knew i sounded pathetic but i didn’t care at the time all i cared about was him.

He immediately jumped up. Looking into his eyes they were now dark. Almost commanding, dominating even.

He pushed me on the bed and without hesitation or warning he entered me. I moaned at the feeling of being stretched. He was hitting every spot and making me seeing stars.

He kept whispering Vulcan in my ear with every thrust. His grip on me was almost as if he was scared i would’ve vanish if he let go. With one last thrust we both let go. Almost moaning in unison. I looked at him.

“What were you saying?”

“I was telling you i love you and would never leave you.”

I smiled at that answer. I was so lucky that i fell in love with Solok. And even luckier that he fell in love with me.

Captain’s log:

Hey, sorry it took so long for this story to come out. Between wifi problems and my daughter’s first birthday, i was having so many troubles getting everything done. I hope yall like it.

[unfriendlyamazon]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

i love this ask because a) i was just looking at your catalog of work and b) i reread my stuff all the time because i'm a genius

picking 5 was hard but here they are

The Final Countdown, originally written for JouKai week 2022, is a recent one and feels like a fully baked version of how I see KaiJou's relationship. Funnily enough I originally intended this as a chapter in one of the first (now deleted) fics I posted and kept it in my head for a long time. I think KaiJou kissing in front of fireworks with the whole world watching is peak, and I'm glad I found a way to put it onto paper.

Bite Hard isn't perfect, and I think if I'd intended it as a longer form story I'd probably slow burn it a little, but I love it enough that I started to retool it into original fiction (though the main characters are inescapably Buddies). This is vampire Joey in one of my favorite forms: a shitty little boy just turned who has to keep his worst instincts under control. Maybe I'll return to it some day.

The Folly of Reason is the original creation of my Star Trek AU that one day, maybe, I'll get back to, because I have such plans (don't you want to see Kaiba pon farr???). I reread it while scrolling through my work to see what five I love the most, and this is definitely one of them. It has such a vibe, and I get to play in a universe I love.

Ballroom Blitz is such peak teen comedy, a genre I really love, with an ot3 I'm only mildly obsessed with. I definitely enjoy writing polyamory in fiction (such interesting dynamics), and I think it's funny that Duke and Joey kind of hate each other. I definitely want to write these three more, they deserve it.

oof, it was so hard to pick the last one, because I had two more I really loved, but I have to give it to

Double Date, which I think is one of the funniest things I've written. Another story idea I've had since that original fic I've since deleted, compounded with a joke about Pegasus/Keith being mirror universe KaiJou. I'm obsessed with Pegasus attempting to be paternal at Kaiba, and it shows an established relationship I enjoy. I feel like I sparked a little Pegasus/Keith surge with this one too, so I hope y'all out there enjoy it.

[uss-genderprise]

I Read Still Another K/S Zine So You Don't Have To

But maybe you should, anyway.

You may remember that a while back I reviewed Alien Brothers, and said that if I got my hands on any other zines I would review them as well. Well, here we are! This is the first of eight zines I currently own physical copies of, and those reviews should come out over the rest of the year.

Still Another K/S Zine was published in July of 1984 and was the fourth issue of Another K/S Zine. First impressions are difficult, as my copy is a homemade reprint on green paper which was stapled together and has no cover. It's also almost 40 years old, so it has seen better days.

Despite all this, it is quite pretty. The fics all have different trim designs and most of the artwork is of flowers. It doesn't have any full page drawings, nor drawings of Kirk and/or Spock. The italics are all in cursive which is only slightly difficult to read and may or may not have been hand written. The rest of the text is standard typewriter font, which, by the thanks, has been typed by hand. I'm very glad that's no longer necessary.

Warnings: light discussion of sex, one mention of non-con, spoilers for the fics in this zine.

Disclaimer: everything written here is my interpretations and opinions of this zine and the works within it. None of it is meant to offend or diss any of the creators.

Editorial

Apparently, fans didn't like the Search for Spock. Personally, I don't see why. There's a little comic that I find quite humourous.

Folly

by Vivian Gates

Very interesting concept. I never thought I would ship Spock and Finnegan, and to be fair, going exclusively by canon, I still don't. However, despite the changes that had to be made for this story to work, both Finnegan and Spock are still surprisingly in character. Vivian Gates seems to have a tendency to leave stories open ended, as she does it again with The Air is the Air two years later. It's a well written and constructed story, and I enjoyed it. 4.5/5

Protecting the Captain's ASSets, or, the Danger of Ignoring ScuttleBUTT.

by Sharon Fetter

This fic starts with the worst poem I have ever read and it's spectacular. A new yeoman on the Enterprise tries to use it to get Kirk to sleep with her but Spock catches her and she turns into one of many who got kicked off the Enterprise for this. I love the funny ones. 5/5

Altered Perceptions

by Shawn Masters

Boooooring. It's a pon farr fic but it has no smut in it, Spock tries to jump off a cliff and Jim is mad a lot and when he's not mad he's basically forcing himself onto Spock. Not the worst by far, but definitely a skip on my part. 3.5/5

Hold Me Till the Morning Comes

by Janus

What if Jim held on to Spock's katra instead? I wouldn't know, this story is barely a page and a half long, and it's technically listed as a poem in the table of contents. It's fine. 4/5

At this point everything stops for a bit to bring you: poems written after SFS! They aren't very good. Back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Once Upon a Night....

by Melanie Athene

Spock has a nightmare, wakes up his neighbours, one of which is Jim, of course. Then the lights cut out and it's plenty cold so you know what that means! Huddling for warmth in Spock's bed. Jim cries about his brother and then they have a tickle war which inevitably devolves into hot, steamy sex - which we aren't shown. Frankly, I'm becoming a little disappointed with the lack of smut in this zine, especially considering every fic so far (except for one) has been leading up to it. 5/5

On the Matters of Being Very Fat and Purple, and Enjoying It

by C.J. McNally

Now, here's the smut I've been waiting for! And while it wasn't overly detailed it was well worth the wait, with a little bit of Bones on the sidelines. This one was a lot of fun, and probably my second favourite fic in this zine. Also, gotta love that title. 5/5

Rub-A-Dub-Dub

by Devery Helm

I would never in a million years step into a bathtub made of velvet, no matter how water resistant it apparently is. It sounds like the worst sensory experience ever. However, Spock doesn't know what a rubber duck is and he's scared of bubbles, so at least there's that. A solid bit of light-hearted fun. 4/5

Old Friends

by Toni Cardinal-Price

There are a few cons of reading printed zines, and one of them is that when I read an absolutely spectacular fic and I want to share it with all my friends, I can't. This is one such fic.

It all starts when Jim's old friend from the Farragut gets assigned temporarily to the Enterprise and hugs Spock as soon as he comes on board, and Spock hugs him back! Turns out they roomed together at the Academy and may or may not have been lovers. So now they spend all their time together and Kirk gets increasingly jealous while this new guy does everything in his power to make Jim and Spock confess to each other. It's spectacular and I love it. This zine is worth getting if only for this fic. 5/5

Art and poetry

There isn't really a lot of art in this zine, and the art that is in there is fairly simple, though some is quite detailed. They compliment the works well, at least.

As for poetry, most of it wasn't to my taste, but there were a handful of good ones.

Final thoughts

This was nowhere near as bad as Alien Brothers, but to be fair that's because I specifically selected this zine out of 30-ish offered to me, based on the Fanlore page of each one, reading about the fics in them. I went into Alien Brothers knowing it was going to be bad, and I went into this one knowing I had selected it, but also knowing that someone was clearly quite willing to get rid of it, if the price tag was any indication (let's just say, I spent more on shipping). Still, I can't say it's a bad zine. It has plenty of fun stories, and even if I've read better ones for free online, the experience of actually holding a zine, a piece of history, was well worth it. Old Friends was on par with some of my favourite modern stories, and Being Very Fat and Purple had that classic charm I quite enjoy. All of these stories are somewhat products of their time, but none of them have aged poorly. I also read the whole thing in one day, as it's only 106 pages long. All in all, this was a very enjoyable zine.

[frankiefrankiefrankies]

A list of WIPs and ideas that no one asked for or cares about:

Actual WIP: “Fairest of the Stars” the Romulan/Vulcan forbidden teenage lesbian romance that I post a chapter of every few days. About to move away from the fluff and into the sad part 😭

Definitely happening: “She Who Loves Roses.” Another installment in the “Children of Ceti Alpha V” series. In the last one, Maya (OC) started her relationship with Saavik. Now drama ensues when her Vulcan bondmate goes into Pon Farr and her human partner gets caught in the middle.

Maybe happening: whacky dept of temporal investigations called “unstuck in time”

More drabbles with Maya’s flashbacks

More drabbles in an AU where La’an was still on the Enterprise during the events of “Space Seed”

Stuff I wanna write but IDEK where to go;

-FF7 / Trek crossover where Khan gets to fight or kiss Sephiroth…or both

-finishing that Star Wars fic I haven’t touched since 2016

[who-dat-homeless]

I too think that mostly their society is gender equal just by the way their religion works (Though you also need to understand that they can generally twist "logic" to suite any argument they have and then it becomes either a battle of "common sense" or who speaks more eloquently) but I'm not particularly speaking on weather they have patriarchy, matriarchy or if their society is gender equal. I'm talking about preserved gender roles and gender perceptions.

ANALOGY:

before Christianity was even created a certain group of pagans celebrated winter holidays by having a pine tree because it's evergreen and it symbolizes this idea of life preservance i.e. even at times of a dead season pine tree keeps on living, and it also kind of calls spring to come.

And even though Christianity sprung and these kind of pagan rituals should've been prohibited, they were so essential to the ordinary people lives, kind of embedded into culture, that they couldn't kill it and instead it transformed into a christian tradition.

WHICH MEANS

That even though vulcan society now is roughly gender equal they still can have a certain way of looking at gender and how it intertwines with their culture and self identity.

ALSO

I don't think the "they treated spock like animal i.e. he's in the inferior position" legitimate, because in our own society we often percive men as animals with them "having instincts" or "needs" or that you shouldn't "provoke" them and etc. etc. yet it's not in any kind of way make them inferior, the opposite is true -- this animalistic resemblance is perceived as a valuable characteristics that makes man A Man.

The same with the marital ritual how much freedom T'pring actually had? Freedom to gamble and hope that the man she doesn't want dies? What kind of freedom and autonomy is this? ( addition to this take, spock was also not free and had no autonomy, because this ritual, as any other form of oppression, hurts everyone) Just because she was kind of treated nicely and Spock never put fault on her for the events of amok time does not mean that she had any power. We could also argue what this battle originaly meant for vulcans, was it actually a way for women to have at least a minute chance to escape marriage with a man she didn't like or a way for another man to have a chance with her even though he was not chosen by the woman's parents? We can't tell, maybe both, maybe neither. But no matter what, even the premise of "battle to death to win someone" is extremely objectifying. Also the whole ritual was triggered by spock and recalled by him, he was also the one to decide that he was not going to marry t'pring (though you can argue that he's done that because he believed that he was going to rot at prison and then die in the next pon-farr) but again it is an interesting thing to consider that t'pring couldn't reject him in the same manner or start this ritual and her own will.

Argument about hairstyles also sounds weak considering that in our own culture and several other alien ones (for example betazoid) intricate hairstyles for women were required so women can be more pretty and "pleasing to an eye", and I may be wrong but calling it a more misandrist fashion choice is a bit strange, for thinking that a) if a woman does something it is absolutely has something to do with a man b) wearing some style that is more intricate or more "feminine" is somehow a showcase of misandry

And lastly, yes, their religious institution has kind of a matriarchal structure, but that also can't be a single argument in favor that their society is gender equal or matriarchal, as you can have a certain structures in the society being filled only by women, yet still having patriarchy as a whole. And often such structures exist because f patriarchy, because men are supposedly more energetic, wild, animalistic etc. Women throughout human history were tied to inticate rituals and religion but that in no kind of way equated to gender equal society, opposite to that in many ways it perpetuated the "whore/madonna" separation of women.

AGAIN. I NEED TO EMPHASIS THAT I THINK THAT VULCAN SOCIETY IS FAIRLY GENDER EQUAL IN IT'S CURRENT STATE. HOWEVER I ALSO THINK THAT TOO LITTLE TIME PASSED FROM SURAKIAN REFORM FOR THEM TO ACTUALLY ABANDON ANY GENDER ROLES OR GENDER PREJUDICES. THAT MEANS THAT THEY STILL HAS SOME SORT OF GENDER EXPECTATIONS, THAT DO NOT LOOK LIKE A STEREOTYPICAL HUMAN PATRIARCHY OR MATRIARCHY, IT'S JUST DIFFERENT. AND I WAS INTERESTED IN WHAT THOSE GENDER ROLES ARE AND HOW VULCANS CAN STILL HAVE THEM IN THE SOCIETY EVEN THOUGH IT'S ILLOGICAL AND THEREFORE AGAINST THEIR RELIGION. BUT LIKE PINE TREE INTEGRATED ITSELF IN A CHRISTIAN RITUALS SOME GENDER ROLES COULD'VE INTEGRATED THEMSELVES INTO SURAKIAN RITUALS

what I'm interested it is a cross sectiona of identies of a "vulcan" and a "man"

Because clearly vulcan society as a whole is pretty peaceful, and everyone is seemingly equally logical and being aggressive is a big no no

But at the same time they still have misogynistic marriage rituals where man takes this kind of predatory role, and their whole culture looks like some kind of sigma male planet tbh with all of that emotional suppression

And I'm really curious how their gender roles look like, and because I'm writing spock I'm also really intrested in what "man" means to such society

[ifdragonscouldtalk]

@aurumacadicus i love ur rut idea and wanna raise you to a different fandom because i constantly have omegaverse Thoughts

Imagine spock, technically an omega but functionally... a vulcan, who have ever different sexes/genders than humans, and so has experienced one (mild) heat and many mild suppression shots, and jim, big (lol) bad (nah) alpha (this is true) of the ship (most people would actually say this is scotty) beginning a very sweet relationship. Spock ain't no blushing virgin but okay he's not super adventurous and maybe vulcan has different views of sex than earth and maybe he just enjoys how loved and sweet jim makes him feel when they engage coitous ("we make love spock, please") so maybe it slips his mind the finer points of human sexuality for awhile until jim starts getting weirdly aggressive and territorial.

Okay, this is fine, he can handle this!! A rut can't be that different than pon farr, and even a strong human like jim cant hurt him too badly without serious effort. He can totally handle this. :) (he is both scared and horny.) "Spock, buddy, I'm gonna have to lock you two in," Bones tells him, and he thinks haha, another funny human joke! ... right? Only Bones is dead serious, and normally maybe he wouldve laughed but he kinda wants spock to actually know what he's getting into.

"Pardon?"

"I can lock your door too, if you don't want him getting in there and scenting and destroying everything. Yknow, the one in the bathroom?" Spock isn't sure how to answer. Bones keeps going. "You might want access though, in case you need to nest. His rut might trigger your heat, yknow? It's HIGHLY unlikely, but you might want that safety net, if you don't mind some ripped pillows. We can move the breakables now if we're fast enough and he doesnt hear me with you."

Turns out Jim is one of those alphas who's kicking snarling growling grabbing breaking in a rut and Bones had to deal with his territorial bullshit all through the academy. Luckily Bones never keeps anything of value anyway. Spock thinks Bones expects him to be scared by this, but instead something ancient and unknown to him in his vulcan blood purrs and stretches at the thought that he should willingly be allowed to go in that territory and be part of it.

Spock learns A LOT of things about himself during Jim’s rut :)

[bumblingbabooshka]

[Guy who is bonkers voice] Hey, do you want to hear my thoughts about Tuvok/T’Pel and the solitude of the Delta Quadrant vis a vis Tuvok’s identity? 

You’re a hero for actually clicking read more. So. I was thinking about marital bonds and how they’d like, definitely permanently affect your identity. 

These are the vows Tuvok and holo T’Pel recite before starting their pon farr mating. They give to and receive from one another ‘All that they are’. A vulcan marriage is ideally two people becoming essentially one mind in two bodies - that’s how close they are and that’s how Tuvok existed for sixty seven years. And then the delta quadrant. And now he’s a singular person.

I wonder how drastically changed he would feel. Off-balance. Would the world seem dull, shallow?  In my mind I pictured this: Janeway makes him a certain type of tea without even thinking about it and he accepts it in the same way, both of them continuing a conversation they were having. Then, strangely, Tuvok finds he doesn’t enjoy the tea. It’s...fine. It’s acceptable but not satisfying. Then he realizes that it must have been T’Pel who enjoyed the tea so much it gave him pleasure to drink it.  Because the person known as ‘Tuvok’ who existed for sixty seven years is half T’Pel. And vise versa. Does T’Pel in the alpha quadrant try to listen to a gardening show she used to like only to find it unbearably flat without Tuvok’s joy and interest there? And that doesn’t mean they aren’t separate people with their own desires, goals, and personalities - it just means that they were also inexorably (or so they believed) conjoined. Their experience of the world was always shared with each other after their marriage.  If Tuvok liked a color it didn’t mean T’Pel would like it too - but it meant T’Pel would be there to have an opinion which would inform Tuvok’s one way or another. His thoughts are half hers. Were. Now in the delta quadrant he’s truly alone. He has no familial bonds. It’s just him, one mind and one body. All the strings that connect him have been severed. 

The experience of being married, having kids, having a family - is not just physical or emotional but like...ha, wow. Tuvok was so right “It can’t be described as an emotion, they are part of my identity.” Tuvok is Tuvok because he’s also kind of T’Pel and all his children. It’s literally an attachment, a web of love and connection through which identity is derived.

And the tragedy of being Vulcan is that I’m sure there’s no way anyone aboard Voyager except him would be able to understand this great loss. In fact, if I want to scream, I’ll imagine Tuvok trying to explain all of this to Janeway and Janeway saying something about how this might be a new opportunity. A chance to discover who he really is. And instead of trying to explain that that was who he is - that human individuality is not something he strives for and is in fact something that has always seemed profoundly lonely to him (and which is now profoundly lonely to experience). Instead of explaining that his identity being linked to T’Pel and beyond did not make it any lesser, in fact made it richer, - he just says ‘Perhaps.’

I wonder if some things are a slow decline into silence. I wonder if for the first few months aboard Voyager he would sometimes have thoughts which seemed out of place, ‘wrong’ somehow. Maybe he’d see a snail and think “Oh, how lovely.” and then it occurs to him that he’d never say that and doesn’t actually think it’s appealing at all - however, it’s something T’Pel would think. And then slowly over the course of those months those moments occur less and less frequently. Maybe near the end he tries to force it, tries very hard to remember what T’Pel thinks of this...what would she think of this? If she were here what would she say? Then eventually he realizes its not T’Pel. It’s just more of him. A dog chasing its own tail. He realizes he’s being childish, emotional, illogical. He stops. He lets the silence consume him. He’s one body now. One mind. One train of thought. A solitary, fractioned, identity floating in strange space, trying to make itself whole. (Or perhaps not? Maybe the lack is comforting, since it’s all he has of her now. Does he worry that if he becomes ‘whole’ there won’t be room for her? He’d tell himself not to, of course. Worry was an emotion.) It’s lonely. (And here he reasons that loneliness isn’t an emotion, not this loneliness. This loneliness is almost physical. It sits on his chest. It makes his body heavy.) But he will bear it.

[qwanderer]

Thinking today about spirk, Clint/Coulson, and the intersection between aspec identities and tropes like sex pollen and omegaverse.

For a while I've been turning over in my mind the common aspect of the modern sex pollen trope where the only thing that's going to cure the condition is sexual contact with another person. The more I get familiar with my own aegosexuality, the more that seems like it must be a rule with exceptions in any realistically diverse world.

I mean I'd believe a story where the stuff just straight up kills some ace people rather than making them immune but I also think that version would come from a different place motivation-wise than most sex pollen stories, which tend to romanticize and exaggerate sexual desire - the "I feel like I will die if I don't get this" thing I've heard so much about.

And any fuck-or-die story that would keep the same mechanic for ace people as for allos, the idea just leaves an icky "corrective rape" feeling in my head.

Anyway I was contemplating the need for fuck-or-die stories with exceptions for ace people when I realized one of the archetypal fuck-or-die stories, Amok Time, literally shows the exception rather than the rule. And I started to wonder how that might relate to acespec identities.

Maybe asexuality is even less common among vulcans than humans, and one of the reasons Spock thinks he might escape the pon farr is that he thinks he might be ace. But perhaps it turns out that he's demisexual.

This is where Clint/Coulson comes in.

I'm pretty sure I've read more than one fic where one of these two is pretty sure they're never going to go into heat/rut/whatever the special intense sexual mode is for them in the au, but then they spend time with each other professionally and that close relationship awakens something in them and they get to experience the state after all, which to me is a sort of analog for demisexuality.

Anyway the thing that occurred to me was that Spock could be demisexual, and working closely with Jim might have been one of the reasons the pon farr actually happened to him despite not previously having shown any tendencies in that direction.

The other thing with Clint/Coulson that I associate with spirk in this context is the way their professional relationship shapes their emotional relationship and how attached they get to the professional dynamic as a result. Like, given their personalities basically the only way to get any of these people to connect with each other in a profound way like this is to make them work together, make them have to trust each other.

So that professional dynamic is both the inciting event for attraction and a thing that gets in the way of taking any action about it because they get attached to the status quo. What a great time for a fuck-or-die element to introduce itself!

And yet from canon, we could still consider Spock ace, maybe demiromantic ace, because there was no physical consummation in his story. There was a more emotion based resolution, one in which Spock was forced to confront how much he loves Jim and how much that shapes his life.

Anyway I think the point, if there is a point, is that as much as I love the smut that arises from similar fuck-or-die scenarios, I haven't seen much that matches the original for creative nonsexual solutions to the problem.

On the other hand, I know there's about sixty years worth of spirk fic out there and I've barely read any of it, so maybe someone's dealt with this already! I'd love to know if they have.

[leohtttbriar]

okay so i do love this and the clear and best interpretation of this is simply tuvok being like "stop being sexist maybe?" because he is fair. but i'd also like to extrapolate to my own baseless headcanon that tuvok's kind of alien culture isn't composed of the sexism being commented on here.

the most famous depiction of "vulcan culture" is in amok time in which what seem to be very conservative practices appear to be adhered to. t'pring's explanation of her choices in the episode start with "because of the laws of our people..." and i think there's reasonable reading of that character and how that episode played out as another commentary on sexist cultural traditions--where people are robbed of choice due to the roles their "bodies" seem to dictate. but i also thought, rewatching amok time, that an interesting way of making this subject of commentary more alien would be to spread-out the biological dictates so that one "gender" isn't simply the Other, in vulcan culture. like: what if ladies went through pon farr too. like left hand of darkness but now there's Logic.

and like i definitely explored that idea pretty self-indulgently, but this moment made me think of how duality can be a very important part of logical practice. the dialectic being one of humanity's essential tools for how one can circle closer and closer to that which is true. it's fun to imagine that the egalitarian nature of gender for vulcans is yet emphasized by the fact that genders do exist, should exist, that there is diversity in gendered expression, unconnected to the body but informed by it in an abstracted way (one person goes through pon farr, another helps them through it, pronouns don't matter for which is which). so tuvok comments that neelix is being sexist but the logic is not that being gendered is illogical--it's that a child of any and every gender is capable of learning all things. and i like the idea that tuvok expresses this fairly fundamental feminist thought through a question, like he's socrates participating in a dialogue, that vulcans maybe always argue in that way: questions, questions, questions. dialogue and duality. i also really like that there's the small implication here that perhaps t'pring and spock were not taught differently (as neelix assumes they would have to be), and that's why she is able to logic her way out of a pretty unfavorable situation and everyone respects it and spock says "immanently logical," even though he'd almost just died/murdered someone. because rationality is important precisely for the whole pon farr thing to begin with. disallowing bodies to dictate persons while still drawing logic from the body.

[regrettablewritings]

Local Woman Made of Sunshine Makes Partner So Happy and Gay! More at 11 . . .

Drives/rides shotgun: Ella told you relatively early on in your relationship about her past as a car thief. She didn’t seem ashamed of it, but she didn’t exactly state it as a source of pride, either. It was just simply something she felt you needed to know, for whatever reason. Probably to establish a connection by just being plain honest with you. And you appreciated that. However, it didn’t occur to you that maybe, at some point in her criminal career, she might’ve acquired a taste for driving like crazy. Make no mistake, Ella had become a model citizen since those days. But it would be a lie to say that the inner speed demon in her didn’t occasionally peak out. And even though it frightened you a bit, it also invigorated you. Ella was just all kinds of exciting for you, and being able to ride shotgun with her when she just wanted to blow off some steam from a long work week did just as much for you as it did her. Sometimes, the two of you will even pretend you’re in a getaway car scene for an action movie (well, as actiony as you can be while still technically observing the speed limit and acknowledging the proper signs and stop lights). Sure, people in other cars might look at the two of you funny for fake-yelling about “coppers on your tail” or for spouting corny action dialogue, but you’ve learn long ago to stop caring as much about what people think when you’re with Ella. And even without the addition of her tempting the speed limit, it just felt nice to take drives with her. Especially on summer evenings, out to the suburbs where the air felt a little breezier without the pollution of car horns honking and tourists babbling and music thudding out of clubs on either side . . . Was it borderline hetero nonsense to hold your girlfriend’s hand while she drove? Maybe. Would you give that up? Never.

Tries to start roleplaying in bed: Ella, to your delight, amusement, and slight horror. It was never any secret that between the two of you, Ella was the more forthcoming one. Far more Type B than A, for simpler phrasing. So when the both of you began to express an interest in taking things to a more intimate level, you were a bit hesitant as to where the limitations were. Ella, on the other hand, felt no need to mince words and dance around the subject. “Hey, so what do you think about, like, a sexy thing between a human and a Vulcan experiencing Pon Farr?” she asked you one day. If anyone had seen your reaction (your eyes widened, mouth parting, toast you’d just been nibbling on dropped) and taken it at face value, they would’ve assumed that you were horrified. They also would have assumed wrong. Really, a lot of the roleplays the two of you engage in tend to be sci-fi or fantasy-driven -- and you wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s something rather thrilling about imagining you’re a Rebel spy fucking an informant for secrets, or an intergalactic traveler being seduced via “sex pollen” by a gorgeous humanoid alien. . . . Okay, so yeah, it can get kind of weird. But it works for the both of you. For one it’s a sort of interaction that demands communication, something of which you and Ella especially need to take care of due to the slight baggage she entered the relationship with. But for another on a similar note, it means the both of you can be honest with each each other about what turns the two of you on respectively. Besides, it’s nice and relaxing when the two of you come together to discuss what kooky ideas you have for the next go-round. Additionally, in an odd but endearing way, it’s helped you to come out of your shell in a sense: After all, it’s hard to turn off the confidence of a Rebel spy once you’ve tasted it. And you’re willing to bet that Ella, in some way, was aware that this would happen . . .

Brings the other lunch at work: You do. Ella works long hours at the precinct, so it’s inevitable that she sometimes needs food brought over. Usually, she packs herself something to nosh on throughout the day, but once that runs dry, she has to reach out to ordering food. Before you came along, this meant pizza deliveries and UberEats and things of the sort. And while she holds nothing against those services, it’s always a bit cheaper to just text your significant other, ask them if they can pick something up for you, and just have them bring the food in themselves. Dating you has saved her enough for her to buy a Nintendo Switch without damaging her budget! The other plus with having you deliver her lunch to her is that it gives her the chance to see you -- as stated before, the lady works some hours, so her schedule can get a bit hectic. But it always brightens her day to see you walk through that door, accompanied by a bag of her favorite food truck tacos or a box of her favorite pizza. Or just some McDonald’s. And if you’re not pressed for time or have anything else going on that day? You know she’ll encourage you to stick around and join her for a bit of late lunch. Because you know that no matter what she has you pick up for her, she’s definitely made sure that her order was large enough to accommodate two people, he big sweetie.

Thanks for your ask and your patience!

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

I really want a sterek scene stealer AU that’s the episode of Star Trek: Voyager, Blood Fever (Season 3 Episode 16). Derek would be B'Elanna – a half-Klingon who finds himself experiencing symptoms of the Pon farr (a point in a Vulcan’s life where their disciplined logic is overwhelmed by emotion and instinct as they’re driven to return to Vulcan and take a mate) after being mentally bound to a young Vulcan – Jennifer Blake – who’s undergoing it. Stiles would be Lieutenant Parris, a human who everyone thinks is cocky and a womanizer, but he’s been hiding his feelings for Derek for a long time.

They make their way down to a planet to collect gallicite when the side effects of the Pon farr begin to take its toll on Derek; he becomes irritated and aggressive.

As the away team – Derek, Stiles and Scott – go rig up their gear and descend into the caverns and collapsed tunnels, Scott’s piton gives way and he falls. Derek and Stiles hurry down after him. Derek loses it, he starts shouting at Scott for being irresponsible but Stiles argues that Scott did nothing wrong; either the gear was faulty or the rock gave way. He says they should contact the ship, but Derek is determined to finish the mission – his anger growing – and when Stiles reaches out to stop him, Derek wheels around and bites Stiles’ cheek before taking off into the tunnels.

Stiles contacts the ship and tells them what happened.

“He’s either out of communications range or just not responding,” Stiles says. “His last known position was ten meters below our current position. I tried to stop him from leaving, Captain, but he got hostile and bit me.”

“He bit you?” Commander Parrish repeats, stunned.

“And he seemed to be enjoying it, in a Klingon kind of way.”

Boyd – another Vulcan on the ship – deduces what’s happened. He and Commander Parrish beam down to the planet to help get Scott medical treatment before going after Derek.

Boyd explains that the Pon farr can be fatal if the urges are not addressed, they set out after Derek—he’s after the gallicite, so they hope that following it will lead them to Derek.

Stiles is the first to find Derek, and when he does, he seems his normal self for a moment; not angry or irritated, but excited to have found the resources they came for.

“How are you feeling, Lieutenant?” Boyd asks, approaching Derek carefully.

“Fine.”

“We need to get you back to the ship,” Commander Parrish says.

“Why?”

“You are experiencing a condition known as Pon farr,” Boyd explained.

“Pon what?”

“Your emotional balance has been disrupted. You may not be in control of your more aggressive instincts.”

“I lost my temper for a moment, that’s all,” Derek said. He glances between them noticing the urgency and worry in their eyes. “Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Please come back to the ship with us,” Boyd says, insistent. He takes a step forward.

“Just leave me alone!”

They freeze as members of an alien species step out of the shadows.

Parrish is able to calm them down, explaining they have no ill-intent, but the alien nods towards Derek. “He does.”

“He’s suffering from a chemical imbalance which is effecting his behaviour,” Parrish explains. “We’d be happy to take him and leave your territory.”

But before they can react, Derek lashes out, fighting off one of the aliens.

“Derek, stop!” Stiles says, grabbing Derek by the shoulder.

The two fall to the ground.

The cave walls rumble and the earth beneath them shakes.

Stiles looks up to see the ceiling crumbling.

“Derek!” he shouts, grabbing him and pulling him aside as the walls cave in and the ground falls from beneath them. When the dust settles, it’s just Stiles and Derek.

Stiles steadies Derek, checking on him. He has a cut on his arm and his head, but he’s conscious.

“We have to get back to the ship,” Stiles says.

“We can’t leave Boyd and Parrish down here,” Derek argues.

“The minerals in the walls inhibit the tricorders; we can’t scan for life signs or a way out. Out best chance is to get back to the ship and get some help, for them and for you.”

“Why does everybody keep saying there’s something wrong with me?”

Stiles does his best to explain what’s happening as they make their way through the tunnels, trying to get back to the surface.

“Boyd’s got to be wrong about this. It doesn’t make sense,” Derek argues.

“It does explain how you’ve been acting,” Stiles counters.

“I don’t see what’s so strange,” Derek says defensively.

“How about starting a fight with a group of armed aliens, shouting at Scott, giving me this—” He points at his cheek which is still bloodied from where Derek had bit him. “—and if I remember my Klingon customs correctly, biting someone on the face means—”

“I know what it means,” Derek cuts him off. 

It’s a way of a Klingon choosing a mate, he thinks. 

“Alright. Maybe I do feel something, some kind of instinct. What am I supposed to do about it?”

“When we get back to the ship, the doctor should be able to help,” Stiles reassures him.

Derek stops at a dead end, positioning the butt of the rifle into his shoulder and aiming at the rock.

“Whoa!” Stiles says, grabbing the end of the rifle and pointing it down—stopping Derek from firing. “We don't know how stable this tunnel is. An energy blast might bring the rest of it down on our heads.”

“Let go!” Derek growls, trying to pull the rifle out of Stiles’ grip, but Stiles resists him, taking the rifle.

“No. I think I should keep this.”

Derek tightens his grip on it, jerking it to the side and throwing Stiles back against the rocky wall, pinning him there.

“Never pick a fight with a Klingon, Stiles.”

“I'm not going to fight with you, Derek,” Stiles says, keeping his voice level and calm.

Derek’s voice is low, threatening; his eyes dark and filled with bloodlust. “Afraid I'll break your arm? You should be.”

“Derek, stop it! This isn't about the gun. This is about sex. But that's not gonna happen right now.”

A smirk turns up Derek’s lips as he leans in close and breathlessly says, “I think it is. See, I have picked up your scent, Stiles. I've tasted your blood.”

“No,” Stiles says firmly. “I'm your friend, and I have to watch out for you when your judgement's been impaired. If you let these instincts take over now, you'll hate yourself, and me too for taking advantage of you. I won't do that.”

Derek pulls back. “Maybe we should split up.”

“No.”

“You don't know how strong, how hard it is to fight this urge.”

“Are you telling me that I'm impossible to resist?” Stiles says teasingly.

Derek levels him with an unamused look. “I wouldn't go that far.”

“Good. Come on.”

They continue on down the tunnels. The walls start to rumble again.

Stiles pulls Derek into a small cavern, just as the tunnel caves in behind them, trapping them.

“We should use that weapon. It's worth the risk now,” Derek says.

“I might agree with you if I still had it. It's buried somewhere under all that,” Stiles says, nodding towards the caved in tunnel.

“What?”

“Sorry. Try to stay calm. I know it's hard.”

“You don't know anything. I feel like I'm crawling out of my skin. I need to do something. I can't take this.”

He pushes Stiles to the ground, straddling him.

Stiles pushes him off, standing up.

“You've never been hard to get, Stiles,” Derek said, rising to his feet.

“Well, I'm making an exception. I can't let you do this.”

“Oh, I bet you wish you could. All those invitations to dinner. And on the holodeck, the way you would stare at me when you thought I wasn't looking, and get jealous when I'm with someone else. You can't tell me you're not interested in me.”

“You're right. I can't,” Stiles admits.

“Then don't push me away,” Derek whispers, stepping closer to Stiles.

“Oh, believe me, I'd like to, but I know this isn't really you. You've made it clear that you're not interested, and I have to accept that's how you feel, even now.”

“No,” Derek said quietly. “No, it isn't… I was just afraid to admit it… I've wanted this for so long.”

He leans forward, bringing their lips together.

“Just let it happen,” Derek whispers as he pulls back from the kiss slightly.

He tilts his head, deepening the kiss. Stiles walks him back until Derek’s back is pressed against the cavern wall. He slowly draws back from the kiss, his face still close to Derek’s and his voice barely more than a whisper as he says, “I hope someday you'll say that to me and mean it.”

Derek shoves him back, enraged. “You'd let me go insane rather than help me?”

“You know that's not true.”

“Just stay away from me,” Derek shouts, sinking down to the floor and curling up in the corner.

A little while later, Derek lifts his head, looking around. His voice is quiet, confused, as he asks, “Where are we?”

“Still stuck in the cave, I'm afraid,” Stiles tells him.

“The cave?” Derek tries to think. “The gallicite. Where's my tricorder?”

“We're not looking for the gallicite anymore. We're trying to get back to the ship, remember?” Stiles prompts, his voice soft and calming.

Derek looks even more confused. “No, I don't.”

There’s a loud crash as one of the large rocks falls away from the wall. Stiles steps away from Derek, helping whoever it is on the other side push aside the rocks.

Parrish’s face appears in the hole. “Are you two alright?”

“Derek needs help. We've got to get him out of here.”

Once they’re back on the surface, they try to contact the ship, but there’s no response.

“There must be some kind of communications problem. I'm sure they'll clear it up soon,” Parrish says.

Boyd looks at Derek. “It may not be soon enough. I am concerned about the rapid progression of his symptoms.” He looks at Stiles. “You must help him now, Mister Stilinski. If he does not resolve the Pon farr, he will die.”

Stiles lets out a sigh. Parrish and Boyd leave them alone. Stiles walks over to where Derek’s sitting, huddled near the entrance of the cave. He kneels before him.

“Derek, I know this is a pretty bizarre situation, probably not what either one of us had in mind, but it's too late to worry about that now.”

“Stiles,” Derek interrupts.

“Yeah?”

“Be quiet.”

Derek takes Stiles’ hand and leads him into the underbrush. In a small clearing, Derek pulls Stiles close, brushing his face against Stiles’ wrist to feel his pulse before nuzzling his face into Stiles’ neck.

“Is this the part where you throw heavy objects at me?” Stiles says teasingly.

“Maybe later,” Derek mutters, his voice slurred as he loses himself in the moment.

“I'm not sure exactly what I'm supposed to do,” Stiles admits, but when Derek doesn’t respond, he mirrors Derek’s actions, taking Derek’s hand in his and brushing his lips against his wrist before burying his face in the curve of Derek’s neck, letting out a low, animalistic growl.

Derek throws Stiles to the ground, straddling him and pinning his hands above his head.

Stiles doesn’t resist.

Derek looks confused. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying myself?” Stiles replies.

“Then show it.”

Stiles smirks, flipping Derek on his back and pinning him to the ground. They roll around, struggling the way Klingons do when a branch snaps and a familiar voice shouts, “You are my mate, not his!”

“What are you doing here?” Derek shouts, glaring at Jennifer as he and Stiles rise to their feet. Stiles steadies Derek, the man weakened by the Pon farr.

“I've come to claim you, to fulfil our bond, and if necessary, to face my rival,” she says, glaring at Stiles.

Parrish and Boyd step into the clearing, following the sound of shouting.

“I declare Koon-ut-kal-if-fee,” Jennifer announces.

“The ritual challenge,” Boyd explains. “She intends to fight to win her mate.”

“You want a fight? You've got one,” Stiles challenged.

“Hold on, Stiles. There's not going to be any challenge,” Parrish says calmly, stepping between them. “Are you responsible for the ship being out of contact?” he asks Jennifer.

“It was necessary to disable the communications, transporters and shuttles,” she says. “No one will keep me from my mate.”

“I am not your mate!” Derek growls.

“We will soon decide that.”

“If anyone is going to smash your arrogant little face in, I will! I take your challenge myself.”

Parrish and Stiles look to Boyd.

“She has the right to choose her own defender, even herself,” he says. “Both must resolve their Pon farr before it kills them. I see no alternative but to follow Vulcan tradition.”

“Alright,” Parrish reluctantly agrees.

Derek and Jennifer fight. They’re evenly matched—throwing punches and kicks. The two fall to the ground, wrestling and struggling as they exchange blows until finally Jennifer collapses, unable to get up. Derek staggers back, completely disorientated. He falls into Stiles’ arms.

“Is it over?” Stiles asks, worried.

“The blood fever has been purged,” Boyd says. “It is over.”

   Later, once Derek has recovered, they return to their duties. Derek is in the turbolift as the doors open for Stiles.

Stiles steps into the turbolift, the awkward tension filling the air.

“Looks like you’re feeling better,” Stiles says, trying to break the awkward silence. “Back on duty?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Derek says. “And yes. The warp coils should be good as new by the end of the week.

“Oh, good. Glad to hear it.” He pauses. “Computer, halt turbolift.”

The turbolift stops.

Stiles turns to Derek. “Look, this is ridiculous. We are going to be together on this ship for a long time.”

“You're right. We have to pretend that the whole thing didn't happen.”

“But something did happen, Derek.”

“Look, Stiles, I really appreciate what you did—what you were willing to do—for me. But as far as I'm concerned, I was under the influence of some weird Vulcan chemical imbalance, and, and whatever I did, whatever I said, it wasn't me.”

“Yeah, I know. You're afraid that your big, scary Klingon side might have been showing. Well, I saw it up close, and you know, it wasn't so terrible. In fact, I wouldn't mind seeing it again someday.” He turns away, hiding his smirk as he says, “Computer, resume.”

The turbolift slows. The doors open and Derek steps out.

“Careful what you wish for, Lieutenant,” he says over his shoulder, leaving Stiles stunned as the turbolift doors close.

[captain-aralias]

fic writer interview

thanks @amphipodgirl :D this is perfect for a lazy start to the day.

name: you gave your real name here, so so will i! it’s katy. i don’t know why i’m sort of holding it back in carry on fandom (well, i’m not, but weirdly it feels like i am) - i literally uploaded it to the fanlore page i made for myself and have to update at some point. 

this fanlore article also reminds me that, as well as aralias, i went by ‘polkat’ for what was a comparatively brief number of years. i’ve been aralias for more than a decade. if you’ve heard my podfic you’ll know that inexplicably i pronouce it a-ril-ee-as. 

fandoms: i currently write for ‘carry on’ (but of course) and that’s mostly what i read too. i also still read a bit of blake and i sometimes read a bit of untamed. 

my big previous fandoms are blake’s 7, doctor who, and harry potter. star wars too, but before i knew about online fandom - i never wrote for it. 

where you post: i post here! sort of. and AO3. i love AO3 - like, a lot. i used to post to Livejournal and the Doctor Who specific archive Teaspoon and an Open Mind (which is a great title) and some of my works were on the Pyradonian, which was a D/M specific Who archive, but i didn’t put them there. 

took me ages to stop posting into LJ itself as I had such brand loyalty, but linking to AO3 is better in every way. 

most popular one-shot: we’re at the point, where i no longer need to check. it’s Sex and Blood by a long way.

most popular multi-chapter: another one that’s way out in front of the others. Keep Calm 

i went away to make some coffee after posting and remembered that S&B isn’t a one shot. it just feels like it is to me. which means i literally do not know the answer.... let’s find out.

most popular one shot: by hits and bookmarks it’s... seasonal fluff from Legally Blonde the Musical written for yuletide 2010 Shampoo & Conditioner (In One) - a disappointing top scorer as it is extremely bland. 

by kudos Coming up for air squeaks into the top spot! which is nice. maybe it’s here just because i don’t write many one-shots for carry on, which is a much more popular fandom than B7 or Who, but i like this fic - i’m glad people have read it.

most popular multi-chapter: why, look that. it’s Sex and Blood by a long way.

i literally had no idea people would like this fic so much when i thought ‘vampire pon farr - that sounds pretty funny. i’ll write that’.

fic you were nervous to post: i love feedback and generally am relatively confident my own writing, so i think whatever nervousness i might have felt about any fic i wrote would be overwhelmed by the need to get it into the public domain as quickly as possible. 

there are things that i was nervous about in my early ‘carry on’ fics - like, can i make the mage sympathetic, are people going to be ok with me putting sex here in the middle of this fic. 

actually, i remember i was nervous about posting Portions of the Soul of Man which is a pretty tame truth or dare Blake/Avon fic based off (probably the best) B7 big finish audio. this seems mad more than 7 years later, but the fandom was so small and i was weirdly anxious about saying ‘i mostly want to be writing shippy fic between these two characters’ because - and again, this will seem nuts because B/A is the juggernaut - i just thought people didn’t want it at that particular moment in time. 

how do you choose your titles: i noticed recently that ... they’re all quotes or idioms. again, seems obvious, but i was just happily doing exactly the same thing over and over and not noticing. my two exchange fics tipped me off - they’re both song titles, one of which also has a specific ‘carry on’ meaning. 

that’s nice about carry on fandom though - quotes and idioms are super important. 

do you outline: not really. for longer things, i’ll sometimes make notes of things i want to happen - but mostly it’s in my head. i have a bunch of notes for the role swap thing that i’m increasingly thinking i might never write. so, definitely no correlation between it being done and being helpful.

complete: on AO3, if you remove the tags for ‘meta’ and ‘podfic’ i have 173 remaining works dating back to 2002. (ugh - don’t read my work from 2002!) 

i’ve also uploaded my snowflake fic - although AO3 has hidden it from me extremely effectively. if anyone else has this problem, you can get it back by choosing to click ‘edit works’ from your works homepage, but (as far as i can see) through no other method.

do you take prompts: i’ve re-worded and moved this because i thought it was a bit of a naff ended.

i do take prompts. i love prompts - although i like them to be super specific and probably based on the canon universe.

in progress: two. one for COE - secret. started, need to pick it up again. still aiming for release on 25th, but probably unrealistic. one about simon and baz working on the coven.

coming soon: see above. my snowflake fic will definitely be posted on the 25th. after that, the fics that i mentioned. depending on the prompts i’ll probably sign up for carry on anon fest. i might write the roleswap. i’d like to write something with sharkmartini. 

there are also a few things that i prompted that, if no one writes them, i might end up doing it. i have historically - in both B7 and Who - written fills for things i prompted because, turns out i did know how to write them after all.

tagging some people to do this too if you like!

@unseeliebansidhe @bazzybelle @amywaterwings @vampire-named-gampire @palimpsessed @phoxphyre @sharkmartini @krisrix @annabellelux @fight-surrender @sourcherrymagiks @bunn1cula @thisbluespirit @scone-lover @rainshaded @otherworldsivelivedin @xivz

obviously i didn’t do six sentence sunday because it’s SECRET. (not long now though)