#shrarcher

[geekysteven]

The gay content from most of Star Trek is not in the actual text, but you need to think like a Starfleet officer and scan with a subtext field detector

[phloxsmenagerie]

Really, guys?

[sensitivelittlevorta]

Also I am having so many short shrancher fic ideas and I keep forgetting them, because I get them while driving. I literally have the time now to at least write down a summary, but no, my head is absolutely empty

[talshiargirlfriend]

What’s in a Name?

The mess hall was dim and quiet as T’Pol sat with a cup of tea and some light reading.

“May I join you?” Trip inquired somewhat unnecessarily as he approached with a mug and a plate.

“Please,” she gestured to the seat beside her and set her PADD aside on the table with an inquisitive glance at his plate.

“Peach pie with vanilla ice cream,” he explained. “It tastes like home and summer to me. You wanna try a bite?”

She eyed the dessert again, “No, thank you.”

Trip took a bite and closed his eyes, “Oh, that is good.”

“So, I just heard Hoshi and Travis arguing about whether Shrancher or Shrarcher is a better name for the captain and Shran.”

T‘Pol frowned slightly, “Is it not rather unseemly to gossip about the captain’s private life?”

“Well, for one thing, the ship of secrecy has long since sailed.” For emphasis, he gestured with his pie-laden fork, sending a few crumbs of pastry tumbling to the plate below, “And they ain’t on it. We didn't even bother assigning Shran guest quarters this time.”

T’Pol didn’t look completely convinced.

“And anyway, they weren't really gossiping; nobody’s speculating about how they spend their time alone or anything. They were just giving them a nickname. Think of it as one of those quirky human ways of showing support for our friends.”

He took another bite of pie while she considered that.

“I’m learning toward Shrarcher - sounds like hot sauce,” Trip grinned. “How ‘bout you?”

T’Pol looked at him thoughtfully for a few beats and ventured, “Perhaps ‘Jonashran’?”

He set his fork down and pushed the plate toward her slightly, nodding slowly in appreciation, “Jonashran. Huh. Not bad. I like that.”

He sipped his coffee and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, “What about us? You know, hypothetically?”

“You mean, what would you and I be called if - hypothetically - we were engaged in a romantic relationship?” she asked with a raised brow.

He nodded.

She picked up his fork and delicately gathered a bite of pie onto it.

“T&T,” T’Pol said decisively before popping the bite into her mouth.

“Ooh, sounds explosive,” he waggled his brows. “Nice.”

She slowly withdrew the fork from her mouth and set it back down, “It seems appropriate. Hypothetically.”

“Hypothetically,” Trip agreed. “You got a little …”he pointed vaguely toward his own lips.

She licked the drop of ice cream off her bottom lip, “Better?”

“Uh, yeah.” He leaned in toward her, “You wanna get out of here?”

She casually sipped the last of her tea, “I believe we’re finished here.”

[renthebarbarian]

Shran: Newsflash, pinkskin! I’ve been in love with you the entire goddamn time!!!

Archer: Why wouldn’t you say something?!

Shran: BECAUSE I HATE YOUUUUUU

[trippol-threat]

He blames Trip. He isn’t completely sure why he blames Trip, but he blames him all the same. It couldn’t possibly be his own fault after all, and he can’t exactly blame T’Pol given the complete distaste between their two species, nor any of the other senior staff, so he blames Trip.

[kivutauri]

Title: Nipped In The Bud

Pairing: Jonathan Archer/Thy'lek Shran (Star Trek: Enterprise)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 661

Warnings: Biting, Sexual content

Created for @anyfandomkinkbingo​​ / Square Filled: Nipple play

Read all about it on AO3

Summary:

"Shran-" Archer shifted, then yelped when Shran bit his left nipple as punishment.

"Be still," Shran grumbled, though he was quick to soothe the sting with a lick.

Archer shivered at the sensation of Shran's lips and teeth on his skin.

"Make me," he panted.

Kink bingo fill for @anyfandomkinkbingo (square filled: Nipple play) that turned into a collaboration with nominaldemonym on AO3.

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#501

"My favorite guilty pleasure crackship is Shran/Archer... Fraught enemies-to-lovers, crazy tension, an epic bond that grows from mutual respect...

Shran literally couldn't sleep because he was thinking too hard about Archer. And that scene, "Isn't that how alliances are born?" And I think that the Ushaan was their version of Amok Time."

[phloxsmenagerie]

[sensitivelittlevorta]

I finally typed the long shrancher ff on word. Now I only need to change the sentences into actually understandable sentences which don't sound like a toddler wrote them. I think I can upload it tomorrow

[astrid4189]

“we keep doing each-other favors”

okay, i ship it.

and for some reason Jeffery Combs showed up

[danktrektho]

[renthebarbarian]

I have Shrarcher on my mind

[trippol-threat]

So :))) I got rejected for my PhD:))) now I need a new plan :)))) for my life :))))

Send me shrarcher fics or reed fics pls I am Sad

[kari-izumi]

For me, it has ALWAYS happened to ships I've enjoyed.

The first time it happened in Trek fandom for ENT was because my ship insisted on being salty about the one that became canon and throwing shade about the spoiler character rather than try to discuss what they liked about our pairing. I had no interest in said spoiler character: not for bashing OR gushing, and I had grown ass people who were older than I am now tell me I wasn't a real shipper for accepting canon for what it was.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that of what remains of ENT fandom, that Shrarcher has surpassed both T/T'P and A/T'P as the new Canon King, so I guess there's that.

Although speaking of Canon Kings, VLD was by far THE WORST because it came from people who should have known better, but no. I am not unsympathetic to the trauma first gen Sheith fans experienced on this cursed platform between 2016 and 2018. I nearly typed out a doctorate thesis of the issues I've personally witnessed but decided against it in case the people involved decide to go after the other people again.

I will say that no fandom ever has a ship war as ugly as the one VLD had without two or more groups engaging and that if you in 2023 still have trauma over a fictional ship being sunk, that's entirely on you. Y'all own the nonexistent Shidge fandom an apology for throwing them under the bus for antis too, BTW.

And Ichiruki--whew, chile. At this point, I've just accepted that Bleach fandom will be debating this until the heat death of the universe, if not longer. But what's always baffled me about that ship is that they've ALWAYS had the lion's share of popularity, f ship content from fans, and official merch--a fact people were quick to threw in Kubo's face after the series ended--and it wasn't enough that 90 percent of the fandom prior to 2016 shipped it. No, they had to be nasty and shitty towards Ichihime shippers and Orihime fans entirely.

I've never been burned by ships I never cared about in the first place because I simply never engaged with it and focused energy on the things I did not until people made it impossible to do so. 🤷‍♀️

Really wish that when people go out their way to be dicks over shipping that it's very often not rival shippers being put off from y'all but your own shippers who will move to greener pastures.

[squantumcreap]

Cultural Exchange

“Commander Shran! How gracious of you to join us,” Jonathan Archer shouts across the room, far louder than he really needs to. Shran locates him immediately sitting atop a gray cafeteria chair that he somehow makes look like a throne. He winces, first at the Captain’s volume, and then at the strange smelling smoke that buffets him when he steps across the mess hall threshold, particularly alarming for being on a starship in the vast vacuum of space. 

When he’d beamed onto the Enterprise, he’d been surprised (and not a little disappointed) not to find Archer there waiting for him. Instead the transporter operators had smiled at him with a mischievous glint in their eyes and directed him here. Ever prone to paranoia, Shran had reminded himself that his usual suspicions about the pinkskins had almost always turned out to be nothing. However, this time, it looks like he’d been right to be wary. 

-

The crew of the Enterprise celebrate a peculiar Earth holiday, 'four twenty'. Shran is deeply confused.

read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38518426