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[tarkalean-trekkie]

It’s All Coming Back to Me Now (Spock x Female Reader)

Version 1

Word count: 1,067

A/N: this takes place after Spock returns to the Enterprise after coming back to life. Reader is his wife, and is exhausted from trying to help him remember their life together, and contemplates divorce. I have 2 versions, one where Spock is more calm to the news, and one where he is slightly more confrontational(no violence don’t worry).

T/W: slight smut at the end, 18+

Y/n: My heart was conflicted at the thought of divorcing my husband. On the one hand, I wouldn’t have to deal with the stress of him not remembering our life together. However, on the other hand, I was devastated to lose my T’hy’la. I knew that I was being illogical and letting my human emotions get the best of me, but I was tired of crying. I cried when Spock died, I cried when he came back, and I cried when I showed him our family photo album.

Suddenly, the doorbell to our quarters chimes. “Come in,” I say.

Spock walks in. “Hello, wife,” he says, voice monotone, almost sad.

I reply simply, “hello, Spock.”

He sits down on a chair across from me. “I have overheard that you have been thinking of a koon’ut’kal’if’fee. May I ask why?” He asks.

I swallow hard. How can I tell him my reasoning without upsetting him? Even though he was still half Vulcan and half human, his human side was more dominant since he was resurrected. “Honestly, Spock, I’ve just been struggling with this. I know you can’t help that you can’t remember anything, but I’m having a really hard time telling you all of our memories. I know I should be grateful that you are alive, which I am, but I’m just having a hard time accepting things how they are. I-I’m sorry.” Tears well up in my eyes.

His expression softens. “Please, do not be sorry for how you feel. If this is really what you want, I can get in touch with the Vulcan council tomorrow. I just want you to be happy.”

Happy… that broke me. Would this really make me happy? At the current moment, I can neither live with or without Spock. “C-can I have some time to think before we make any decisions?” I ask.

“Of course. I would not want to make a decision unless you are certain,” Spock simply replies.

“Good.” I throw on my jacket. “I’ll probably be out late, so don’t wait up for me.” Maybe I can clear my mind on the observation deck.

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Spock: Y/n was right in saying she would be out late. At around 22:00, I decide to head to bed. Yes, I was saddened by the possibility of divorce, for I had gotten used to having her around. Wether or not I had any previous memory of her, I still found her very pretty and kind.

Sleep comes easy at first, but then becomes littered with vivid dreams. The first dream, y/n and I are stuck on a foreign planet, and are forced to share a sleeping bag to keep warm. Her small body fitting like a puzzle piece against my chest.

In the next dream, I’m experiencing Pon Farr. Y/n mates- makes love- with me, giving me her virginity. I am filled with an excitement and love I have never felt. Y/n looking like a beautiful goddess, I wish this dream would continue.

Finally, a bitter dream fills me. Y/n is pounding on a glass wall, crying and repeating my name. I soon realize this is my death, risking my life so that everyone aboard the Enterprise would be safe.

“I remember!” I wake up in a gasp. I had not just experienced dreams, but in fact, memories. Y/n, she is not only my wife, but my Ashayem. It’s all coming back to me now.

I jump out of bed, and run to y/n’s room. I knock on her door and wait. After a moment of no response I knock again. The door opens, revealing a sleepy y/n.

Y/n: “Spock, it’s four in the morning. What do you want?” I ask, rubbing sleep from my eye.

“Ashayem, sit with me,” he says, leading me to the bed.

I obey, and sit on the bed, asking, “ what’s this about?”

“I remember,” Spock says.

“Remember what?” I ask.

“Ashayem, I remember everything,” he states. His voice sounding more like his old self.

Could it be true? Could I really have my husband, my logical, Vulcan dominant husband back?

“Okay, what names did we have picked out when we decided to have children?” I test him.

“We decided on T’Ral, if we had a son,” he begins. For a daughter we agreed on Sh’vha.”

“Alright,” I breathe. “Where were we the first time we made love?”

I could see the slightest smirk on his face, the first smirk I’ve seen since before he died. “We we’re on Vulcan, of course. I was experiencing Pon Farr. I risked death or you risked losing me to my betrothed if we did not mate. You were willing to give me your virginity and be my bride just so that I wouldn’t die. For that I am forever grateful… no matter how illogical it is for me to feel such way.”

“Oh Spock!” I hug his neck. “You really are back!” A tear falls from my cheek. “Oh, T’hy’la!”

Spock: I gaze deep into her eyes, and I allow myself some vulnerability. “Oh, Ashayem,” I take her hand in mine, with a passionate Vulcan kiss. I have longed for her touch for too long. Y/n leans in to share a human kiss, that is just as passionate. The combination of both kisses fills me with a deep longing. It had been a long time since y/n and I had been intimate, and I could tell she was longing for me just the same.

Y/n undresses for me, and I do the same for her.

“Are you ready for me, Ashayem?” I ask, climbing on top of her.

She nods, “ just as ready as the first time we made love.” She smiles and kisses me.

I slide inside her, knowing that she will always be my beautiful bride, my Ashayem.

We share the most passionate night of love making we have ever experienced, when we are interrupted by our alarms going off.

Y/n gasps, “I forgot I had duty today!”

“Do not worry, Ashayem. You get cleaned up, and I’ll tell the captain you cannot make it today, and I shall spend the morning cuddling with you, just like we used to,” I reply.

She kisses me once more. “You’re the best Vulcan husband a woman could have.”

“And I suppose I must be the happiest Vulcan alive,” I reply, hooking my fingers with hers.

[kaffkanya]

you KNOW they fucked after this. like, you wouldnt want to be their quarters neighbor that day. i know it was NASTY. i just know it.

[wizard-amulang]

Bodyswap AU

[marlinspirkhall]

So, anyway, there's another video from the Roddenberry Archive

[rebisrot]

i think it's so funny that with the way the footnote that introduced the word t'hy'la is written it was clearly attempting to politely address and refute the kirk/spock ship but instead proceeded to become a focal point for shippers. gene roddenberry sweating at night for people to understand it's a close male friendship but not come off as homophobic and he accidentally made it more gay. real shit idc.

[forecast0ctopus]

Love seeing you draw Bones (yess, portray that old man!) and I'm in love with your art style in general, but I go absolutely feral when you draw Spock. It just feels so right.

spuh. also scottys there

[crystal-mouse]

Lego Spirk?

LEGO SPIRK

[mazarinememories]

Face reveal! I'm going as fem!Spock for Halloween. Best part? I get to dress up at work! LLAP

[kirksbignaturals]

new Spock expression unlocked??

I have never seen this face before its so innocent and captivating

[tarkalean-trekkie]

Hold On Spock x Reader update!!

I’m finally getting back to my 3 part Hold on story. I am currently rewriting part 2, to hopefully make it a little bit longer, and after that, hopefully I can get to part 3 Aka the finale!

[wwillywonka]

hey siri find that post about how william shatner's face is impossible to draw

[lichqueenlibrarian]

Spock unintentionally gets an entourage.

[smileyobrien]

[Zippers work both ways. Could we use it to close the improbability field back inside the fold?] -Potentially. If we combined shield harmonics with the Heisenberg compensator. You would have to connect both to the deflector array and generate a beam.

STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS — 2.09 "Subspace Rhapsody"

[firstofficerkittycat]

This bitch is cute fuck all of u

[gayfour]

Practicing drawing these weird little space guys (with my new favourite brush (it's quite fun)

[machinedramon]

I forgot how crap the star trek pilot is