#star trek writing prompts

[trilled-to-meet-you]

The DS9 Excuse Shirt.

I feel like there is a writing prompt challenge in this.

[chaos-company]

Angstpril 2024

Hi everyone!

It’s that time of year again! We are excited to announce that we are hosting the event again this year!

All prompts, FAQs and rules can be found in the graphics and below the cut! 

Prompts:

1. homesick

2. frozen

3. broken-hearted

4. longing

5. rise from the ashes

6. this isn’t going to work

7. bad dreams

8. lost battle

9. trust issues

10. phantom pain

11. no way out

12. a little too late

13. learning the truth

14. surrender

15. confrontation

16. cry for help

17. last chance

18. left behind

19. trembling

20. broken

21. faking a smile

22. drained

23. swept away

24. the ghost of you

25. cold shoulder

26. grief

27. panicked

28. never see you again

29. betrayal

30. the last time

Alt Prompts:

1. troubled mind

2. not strong enough

3. you were never mine

4. the night we met

5. mental scars

6. miscommunication

7. jealousy

8.rock and a hard place

9. emotionally distant

10. paranoid

Rules

All posted content must be your original content. The use of AI for creation of any kind is prohibited.

All tags must be utilized in order to be reblogged. NOTE: the mods are human beings, so not all works will automatically be reblogged, even if all tagging is correct.

Any art form is acceptable, including original writing, gif sets and fan art.

FAQs

“Do I have to create for all thirty days?”

- Not at all! Feel free to jump in whenever you’d like. This is a creation event, so create as much or as little as you want! However, if you want to be entered in the shout out post, you must participate in all 30 days.

“Can I post a creation after the day has already passed?”

- Yes! You’re welcome to post for a prompt day even after the date, just be sure to tag with which day and prompt you’ve created for! You will only be eligibile for the shoutout post if you complete all 30 days within the month of April.

“What if I don’t understand/like a prompt?”

- We have a list of 10 alt prompts for you to choose from if you don’t like the main 30. Feel free to use our alternate prompts for any day, and if there’s any confusion send us an ask!

[thepromptfoundry]

Hope you're ready for some out-of-this-world creativity, because we're having ourselves a Sci-Fi September at the Prompt Foundry!

If you use this list, please tag me here @thepromptfoundry, I’d love to see your writing and art!

Feel free to combine different days' prompts with each other, or combine them with other events! Use your OCs, your favorite characters from media, your own experiences, whatever tickles your fancy.

Respond to as many prompts as you want or as interest you, don’t worry about missing or skipping any. Remember, this is supposed to be fun!

If you have any questions or musings, check our FAQ, and if you don't find your answer, shoot me an ask.

Plain text list below the cut:

1 Five Minutes Into The Future 2 Flying Cars 3 Starships 4 Virtual Worlds 5 Blending Nature And Tech 6 Androids 7 Space Pirates 8 Laser Swords 9 Aliens Among Us 10 Total Automation 11 Ghosts In The Machine 12 Post-Apocalypse 13 Guardian Robots 14 First Contact 15 Government Secrets 16 Time Travel 17 Mutation 18 Universal Translator 19 Cyborgs 20 Raygun Gothic 21 Medical Experimentation 22 Genetic Recombination 23 Precognition 24 Technobabble 25 City In A Dome 26 Robot Rights 27 Transporter Malfunction 28 Clones 29 Suspended Animation 30 Ancient Super Technology

[affixjoy]

Fic prompt: Spones starts to bond without realizing and McCoy can read Spock’s expressions better than anybody because of it, but thinks Spock has just become a lot more obvious at expressing himself. He keeps telling Spock his expressions are giving him away and everyone else including Jim is like ???????

[aerospas]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; space themed prompts, part one!

angst edition ;

ABANDON person a abandons person b in the vastness of space

ABDUCTION person a is abducted by an unknown entity

ALONE person a experiences deep loneliness in space

BETRAY a captain discovers betrayal from their first officer

GRUDGE person a holds a grudge against b for a previous mistake

MELANCHOLY person a reflects on lost loved ones

NOVA person a witnesses the explosive end of a distant star

PARANOIA person a suspects a saboteur amongst the crew

REFLECT person a gazes at the stars, questioning life's purpose.

RESENTMENT person a despises their captain

SACRIFICE person a sacrifices themselves for the mission

SEPERATION person a and b face a forced separation in space

SILENCE person a grapples with the deafening silence of space

STRANDED person a and b are stranded on a desolate planet

YEARNING person a yearns for home while drifting through space

[threefandomsinatrenchcoat]

I found this on Pinterest and all I could think was: how funny would it be if one of Spock's siblings is one of Jim's exes? And neither of them knows this until the sibling in question does come onto the Enterprise. Perfect chaos.

[allgremlinart]

I cant remember if Spock being a genetically engineered tube baby is actually canon or not but, either way, I DO see him as being a very canonically planned and thought-out baby (like Sarek and Amanda weren't good at parenting emotionally but they WERE baby-prepared. In my mind.) However. In my au where Spock is a terrifying accident baby.....

Like the concept of accidentbaby!Spock has a lot of baggage with it like ok A) outs Amanda and Sarek's xenophillic sexual relationship. LOL. B) possibility for complications during childbirth because like how does that work if your baby HAS BLOOD BASED ON A DIFFERENT ELEMENT. (could just be complications or miscarriage or death of mother depending on how dark u wanna get...) C) Spock health complications as a child and/or for his entire life. Whoopsie this hybrid is unplanned and now you have to figure out if its gonna survive infancy. And then childhood. Etc etc. I won't lie I mostly thought of this au because my "Spock has chronic pain" trutherism is soooo strong. I just think a really interesting Spock Avenue to explore is, like, hey. what if his body hated him? Its fresh it's relatable its now. Its my accepted worldview.

I saw that scene in "Operation: Annihilate" where Spock insists on working through the intense pain McCoy is registering in him because according to him its "something of the body that can be overcome by the mind," or whatever. And I was like wow Mr Spock this is just me working an 8hr shift with back pain.....

[kcscribbler]

Hug Ask Game!

Send an Emoji and a Ship for a brief snippet!

🤗 encouraging hug / reassurance

💜 unexpected hug / sweet gesture

😌 peaceful hug / quiet and serene

🤩 excited hug / shared joy

🥺 support hug / being there for someone

🤭 secretive hug / hidden affection

😊 first hug / new beginnings

😢 consoling hug / shared grief

🥳 celebration hug / achievement or milestone

😴 sleepy hug / falling asleep together

😨 fearful hug / seeking comfort

😩 exhausted hug / reaching the limit

😇 comforting hug / "It will be fine"

🥰 reunion hug / long time no see

🤯 magical hug / extraordinary or special

🤓 spontaneous hug / unexpected

😭 farewell hug / saying goodbye

🤪 nostalgic hug / reminiscing

🤠 homecoming hug / feeling comfortable

😜 playful hug / light-hearted fun

🛌 bedtime hug / end of the day

🤫 sneaky hug / hug from behind

🙄 unreciprocated hug / squirming or Do Not Want

🤕 panic hug / "I'm glad you're okay"

[marlynnofmany]

Vulcans vs magic?

...Vulcans studying magic?

...

Vulcans meeting elves.

(you can tell them apart by accent, height, and ear angle)

I can see Vulcans being either extremely resistant to the idea of magic (since no that's not how reality works; you can't just say a rhyme and cause something to happen), or extremely good at it.

Once they crack the key to how a person's focused intent can indeed change reality, they'll be unstoppable.

[charlesoberonn]

I had a concept for a Star Trek pastiche/homage series that I’m probably never gonna use, so I’m gonna share it here.

it’s called EarthSpace.

Up until 20 years ago, humanity thought it was alone in the universe. We explored the solar system, built space habitats and colonized the nearby planets. We peered deep into the universe to find signs of other life and found none. Until one day we found plenty, all around us.

As it turns out, the Solar System has been under the protection of an alien race called the Grey for thousands of years, hiding us from the outer cosmos and hiding the outer cosmos from us. Thousands of other inhabited systems with sapient species were in the same boat as us, until one day the Greys and most of their technology vanished.

Thus began the era of interstellar exploration. Thousands of species who previously thought they were alone began contacting one another and reverse engineering Grey technology. Humanity has been late to the party, the revelation having caused major societal turmoil. At the end of which a fragile unified government of all mankind emerged. That government established the EarthSpace Company to set out into the wider galaxy to explore, negotiate, make cultural exchanges, and represent the human race to the interstellar community.

In addition to contact with aliens and sci-fi adventures, the crew of EarthSpace’s flagship the Vespucci will also explore the ruins left behind by the Grey to find out what happened to them.

[cactusnymph]

A Former Borg And A Half-Klingon Walk Into A Bar

“You did not tell me that we would be going to a bar”, Seven says in that tone of hers that always sounds judgmental, no matter what she says. And, as always, it pisses B’Elanna off.

“I don’t want to be here anymore than you do, alright? I was volunteered.”

“You would think that after all that time in the Delta Quadrant there would be more Klingons in Starfleet to be ‘volunteered’ for this sort of mission”, Seven responds, looking around warily. Her hair is in its usual perfect updo and she’s wearing—well. At least she’s not wearing one of her usual cat suits. But to say that she’s dressed well for the occasion would go a little too far. She looks extremely bland, dressed in a dark sort of suit.

B’Elanna thinks that maybe someone should have briefed her better on what exactly it is that they’re doing down here.

“Open some of those buttons”, B’Elanna says, gesturing at Seven’s button up shirt. Seven raises one perfect eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

“Your buttons. You look like a business woman who took a wrong turn. This is a Klingon bar. If people in there are supposed to believe that you came here voluntarily you have to slut it up a little”, B’Elanna says. Seven’s eyebrow raises even further.

“’Slut it up’?”, she answers.

“Have you met Klingons? All they do is fight and fuck. So if you want to go in there and not do the fighting, you have to look like you’re there for the fucking.”

There is a pause in which B’Elanna thinks that Seven is going to punch her in the face or simply turn around and leave. Instead, she slowly raises her hand to undo four buttons of her shirt, revealing a terribly perfect cleavage. B’Elanna was never self-conscious about her body—aside from its Klingon features, of course—but standing next to Seven can make even the most confident woman feel a little lackluster.

She nods emphatically and tousles up her own hair while Seven stares at her unblinkingly.

“What?”

“I am simply trying to infer how your clothes look as if you are here to ‘fuck’”, she says. B’Elanna crosses her arms in front of her chest. She’s wearing simple dark pants and a vest that shows off her toned biceps.

“Seven. No offense. But this is a lesbian bar. Lesbians love a good biceps.”

Another pause.

“Lesbian. As in homosexual female Klingons.”

B’Elanna can’t help but snort.

“Yes. Why else did you think they would send you here? Could’ve gone with… I don’t know. Someone who’s not a walking fridge.”

“I assume that many biceps in this bar will be more impressive than yours, seeing as to how you are only half Klingon”, Seven says and B’Elanna could swear that there’s the hint of a smirk beginning to form in the corner of her mouth.

“Yeah, what can I say. I’m counting on being a fuckable novelty. Let’s go. And try not to look so—well. Like you.”

Being back on Earth has allowed B’Elanna many things. Taking a guest teaching job at the academy, getting back in touch with some old friends and also… well. Getting to know some of her new friends better now that they’re back home. She’s spent an astounding amount of time with Harry, seeing as to how the two of them couldn’t be more different. And after a while off from the whole Starfleet thing, she also decided to go back to active duty, ending up more often than not with Seven.

B’Elanna never thought she’d ever help anyone else adept to Starfleet Academy or find herself arguing on behalf of it or going on an undercover extraction mission with Seven to a lesbian Klingon bar. But when the Captain asks nicely, B’Elanna is bad at saying no. She owes that woman so much.

“Would it not make more sense to pretend that we are a homosexual couple”, Seven says, pulling B’Elanna out of her thoughts and back into the real world in which Seven’s cleavage is very distracting and the Klingon hard-rock coming from inside the bar is still very loud.

Now it’s her time to pause.

“You want to pretend to be a couple. With me”, she says.

Ah, there’s that eyebrow again.

“It seems the most logical course of action. And I would, in fact, not need to look as if I was searching for sexual conquest if I am already there with a partner.”

B’Elanna can’t help but laugh about that, but she decides that maybe now is not the best time to explain the Klingon love for an orgy or the concept of polyamory to her. Instead she grabs Seven’s arm and puts it around her own shoulder before she loops her own arm around Seven’s waist.

“Well then, Ensign. Are you ready to be a lesbian?”, she asks.

“I do not think—“

“It was a joke, Seven. Loosen up.”

“Right. A joke”, Seven says, not commenting on how she has never loosened up in her life or how ‘I am Borg. I do not loosen up’. B’Elanna thinks it to herself and chuckles quietly, trying not to think about how well they actually fit together like this as they step towards the bouncers—two enormous Klingon women, wearing very little—and push open the doors.

The music thrums inside B’Elannas ribcage as they make their way towards the bar. Most of the women in here are drinking bloodwine, but there are some non-Klingons who carry fancy, colorful drinks that sparkle in the low light. B’Elanna takes note of the brawls taking place over in a corner, of the door to a separate room that probably leads to something Seven has never seen before in her entire life, Borg or no Borg, and she scans the room for their target.

“I have found our target”, Seven says next to B’Elanna. “She is sitting at one of the round tables, playing what looks to be a game involving daggers and three very lightly dressed women.”

B’Elanna doesn’t need much longer to find Sukav Resh after that particular description. She is indeed surrounded by three women who wear barely more than leather underwear and some jewelry that proudly and clearly proclaims their sexual preferences to the entire room. Most people out in these types of bars wear it. It’s not because Klingon’s are too shy to ask, they simply value efficiency. Threatening someone and buying them drinks to get laid only to find out that they’re not compatible with you is a waste of time for everyone.

“Should we attempt to join in this knife game to get the information we need?”, Seven asks and B’Elanna can’t help it. It’s simply all a little surreal.

“Would you say that you’re a submissive bottom looking to be thrown across a room, bitten extensively and spanked all night?”, she asks.

“I am unclear what my own sexual preferences have to do with our target”, Seven says, looking puzzled. B’Elanna wishes it was easier to rile her up. No fun at all.

“The women she has at her table all wear jewelry signaling that that’s what they’re looking for and look at Resh’s chains and the metal piece on her right hand. She’s signaling that she’s looking for someone to rough up, to put it mildly. So I doubt she’d want us there unless we advertise ourselves as such”, B’Elanna says, stepping up to the bar and shouting at the barmaid in Klingon to get her attention and buy her and Seven a drink.

“You have extensive knowledge about these things, Lieutenant.”

B’Elanna hands Seven a drink.

“I dabbled. Back in my academy days.”

“Dabbled”, Seven repeats. “You have had many relations with male crew-members over the course of our journey, but none with female crew-members.”

“Seven, I’m not going to discuss my sexual preferences with you while we’re on a job”, B’Elanna says and Seven opens her mouth, closes it again and sniffs her drink before pulling a face that makes B’Elanna laugh.

“That’ll put some chest on your chest”, she says with a big grin and throws her drink back.

“I doubt that I need more ‘chest’ on my chest”, Seven says and it makes B’Elanna laugh more. She looks at Seven’s cleavage and then back up.

“Yeah. Maybe not.”

Seven sips her drink and looks as if she would love nothing more than to spit it back out. But, like a brave Klingon warrior, Seven swallows her small sip and then turns her back to Sukav Resh.

“If you have intricate knowledge of these… mating rituals. Then we should make use of them to get to the target. What kind of jewelry do I need to—signal all of that. What you said before.”

“You mean that you’re a submissive bottom who wants to be—“

“Yes. That”, Seven interrupts. Maybe her cheeks look a little red, but maybe it’s just the drink or the lighting. Either way, B’Elanna finds herself weirdly charmed by it. It’s not often that you see Seven of Nine even remotely flustered.

“You don’t have to do it. I doubt you’d survive two seconds at that table. I can do it. I’ll get the information we need and when I have it we’ll find the backroom they do their business in”, B’Elanna says, opening up her vest and starting to rummage around in her pockets. She finds what she’s looking for and hands Seven a heavy necklace while she puts three metal bracelets on her left wrist.

“You had all of this at home”, Seven says and it’s not a question. B’Elanna does not comment on it. She takes Seven’s drink from her, throws the rest of it back and then tousles her own hair some more before walking over to where Sukav Resh is sitting. She can immediately feel herself be appraised as she approaches and there’s a familiar tingle that makes its way up her spine and back down into her fingertips.

It’s been a very long time since B’Elanna went to a bar like this and what Seven said is true. But it’s surprisingly easy to fall back into old habits, even if those habits have been put away for a long time. She has no idea what Seven is up to, if she’s watching or buying another drink. The dagger in Resh’s hand spins and B’Elanna smiles before she punches one of the women sitting at Resh’s table square in the face, sending her backwards over a chair.

“So. I can see there’s a seat free here”, she says, grabbing the drink of the woman she just hit and throwing it back. Resh stares up at her and then she starts laughing, hitting the table with one hand.

“I can appreciate some healthy competition. You here to play?”, she asks, looking at the bracelets on B’Elanna’s wrist and the chain dangling between her boobs.

“Why else would I sit here?”, she says, holding out her hand for the dagger. Resh’s grin grows sharp as she hands it over.

“Well then. Let’s play.”

*

One of the reasons why B’Elanna stopped going to these kinds of bars is because of her non-existent ability to regulate her own risk-seeking behavior. Getting through the academy days was already shitty enough without running to the medical facilities every second weekend. The looks of the nurses when they saw the bite marks were usually enough to make B’Elanna’s skin crawl with old, internalized issues she never really dealt with.

Being thrown back into it is… weird. And thrilling. B’Elanna likes being rough and she likes it the other way around too, she simply has a preference of roughing up men and being roughed up by women. Seven doesn’t need to know that. B’Elanna might have thought about Seven being just as strong as a Klingon with her Borg enhancements. Usually the people B’Elanna fights—or fucks—can’t hold a candle to her strength. Most of them are humans.

But Seven could probably—well. It doesn’t matter. It’s not a road B’Elanna should go down. She has a job to do and a kid to raise with a husband she’s getting divorced from. Adding sexual desires for her former Borg colleague to the mix would simply complicate things too much.

After half an hour B’Elanna is tipsy bordering on drunk, has three minor stab wounds in her arm and has been promoted to sit on Resh’s right thigh. This is definitely not how she saw the night going. She has the info. But she needs an out so she can reconvene with Seven to find the backroom for that damned business transaction. Resh grabs B’Elanna’s chin roughly and turns it towards her face. B’Elanna maybe licks her lips, trying her hardest to remember that she’s here on a mission and that she’s on duty—but she doesn’t have to ponder this for very long, because right as she’s about to elbow her way out of this situation, she’s pulled out of Resh’s lap and before B’Elanna can say anything to stop it, Resh is thrown halfway across the room.

“The game is over”, Seven says, cheeks a little flushed and hair in slight disarray. It looks really good on her.

“What are you doing?”, B’Elanna hisses, trying not to stare at Seven’s cleavage or to think about how hot it is that Seven can throw a Klingon across a room as if they weigh nothing. Thankfully Klingons love bar brawls, fights and any kind of violence, so the second Resh is thrown over to the dance-floor, three full brawls erupt and they manage to duck away into one of the side rooms.

“Do you have the information”, Seven says, making her question sound like a statement as she’s so often want to do.

“I do. I could have gotten out of there by myself, you know”, she says, feeling a little flustered. Seven raises one eyebrow.

“I am sure you could have. But I was being propositioned by nine different women while you were gone and I was tired of waiting.”

B’Elanna snorts and looks around.

“The backroom is down this corridor. Third door on the right”, B’Elanna says, looking around. “I don’t think we’re supposed to be here—“

Right on cue there’s a commotion at the entrance of the corridor and some shouting about “They went that way!” and B’Elanna doesn’t really have any great ideas aside from the one.

“Follow my lead”, she hisses and grabs Seven by the collar. Seven looks quizzical, eyes darting around to find an out. There is none. So B’Elanna does the only thing she can think of to justify them being in this corridor without immediately being thrown out by a bunch of angry Klingon lesbians.

She tucks on Seven’s collar, hard, pulling her down and forward before she presses herself against the wall, hoping that Seven gets the gist of it. The seconds their mouths collide Seven makes a sound that is half surprise, half something else and B’Elanna finds herself reveling in it, blood boiling and heat rushing through her body.

Seven’s lips are incredibly soft and incredibly clumsy.

But despite her obvious discomfort and surprise, she reacts immediately, grabbing B’Elanna’s wrists and pinning them to the wall above her head. B’Elanna tries to tug on them and yes. It would take her serious effort to get out of this. She makes a big show to struggle against Seven’s grip, kissing her hard and with most likely too much tongue and teeth for Seven’s liking, but the second the voices come closer and two people stare down the corridor there’s just loud laughter and some crude whistling before the women disappear to leave them to their make-out session.

B’Elanna almost forgets that this is her colleague and that they’re undercover, because her tongue in Seven’s mouth feels incredible and the tight grip restraining her is making her heart soar. Seven’s boobs are pressed up against her and… yeah. It’s hot. Hot as fuck.

The second they’re alone in the corridor again Seven releases B’Elanna’s grip and pulls back from the kiss. Her cheeks are bright red now and her hair has given up on staying tied up entirely. B’Elanna thinks she should wear it like this more often. They stare at each other, both of them breathing hard.

B’Elanna licks her lips.

“Sorry. That was my only idea”, she says a little sheepishly. Seven swallows visibly, then turns her head away.

“I will live”, she says, deadpan. B’Elanna laughs, a little breathlessly. So they make their way down the corridor and B’Elanna tries to think as clearly as possible through the alcohol and the aroused haze that has taken over her brain now.

There’s a beat of silence as they inch forward. Then.

“Will you explain the jewelry to me after this is over? For… scientific research.”

B’Elanna has to stifle a laugh and presses a fist against her mouth. The mouth that was just kissing Seven a few seconds ago.

“Sure thing, Seven. I can help you do some research.”

This mission definitely didn’t go as B’Elanna expected. But apparently that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

[thoughts-i-have-had-in-passing]

I’m open to hearing specific prompts/tropes too if you’re happy to share them.

I forgot to add, please reblog/share around if you have DS9 friends who you think would like to add their opinion.

[chaos-company]

Angstpril 2023

Hi everyone!

It’s that time of year again! We are excited to announce that we are hosting the event again this year!

All prompts, FAQs and rules can be found in the graphics and below the cut! 

1. Liar

2. Invisible Wounds

3. No Escape

4. "Why Did You Leave?”

5. Crisis

6. Abandoned

7. Sleepless Nights

8. Mind Games

9. Devastation

10. Sacrifice

11. Self-Sabotage

12. Confessions

13. Recovery

14. Cruelty

15. Lost In My Mind

16. "You Have To Let Me Go”

17. Running Away

18. Exhausted

19. Breaking Down

20. "I Can’t Go Back”

21. “You’re On Your Own, Kid”

22. Shadow Of Former Self

23. Failure

24. "I Was Wrong About You”

25. Nothing Lasts Forever

26. Storm

27. Heated Argument

28. Loss

29. Cast Away

30. Lost Hope

ALTERNATIVE PROMPTS

1. Til Death Do Us Part

2. “I Can’t”

3. Inner Demons

4. No Good Dead Goes Unpunished

5. Serious Injury

6. Trust Issues

7. Loss of Control

8. Trauma

9. Memories Feel Like Weapons

10. Mistake

FAQs

“Do I have to create for all thirty days?”

- Not at all! Feel free to jump in whenever you’d like. This is a creation event, so create as much or as little as you want! However, if you want to be entered in the shout out post, you must participate in all 30 days.

“Can I post a creation after the day has already passed?”

- Yes! You’re welcome to post for a prompt day even after the date, just be sure to tag with which day and prompt you’ve created for! You will only be eligibile for the shoutout post if you complete all 30 days within the month of April.

“What if I don’t understand/like a prompt?”

- We have a list of 10 alt prompts for you to choose from if you don’t like the main 30. Feel free to use our alternate prompts for any day, and if there’s any confusion send us an ask!

[talshiargirlfriend]

You want prompts, do you? Well, then:

7. Can I kiss you?

21. Sleepy

31. Dancing

Doesn't even have to be of your step-blorbos (though you know I'm ever-hopeful!) 🫦

The version with my step-blorbos is coming, but Pike and Number One were apparently so eager to claim this prompt they shoved their way to the front of the queue! 🤭

It’s approaching midnight. They’ve been awake since 0400 but the urge to celebrate this year ending is strong. They’re here, side by side, Ship Mom and Dad, ready to look the new year in the eye and face whatever it will bring. 

Music is playing softly. Nyota would be able to identify it, but Una just knows it sounds sweet and plaintive, the kind of melody made to accompany falling in love or saying goodbye. 

Ostensibly they’re dancing, but Chris is sleepy. His movements are so slow and relaxed they’re really only swaying at this point, locked in a sort of rhythmic hug. His chest is solid and comforting pressed against her, and the brush of his stubble tingles her cheek. 

She tilts away slightly to get a better look at him. He follows her lead while maintaining a firm grip on her back, a slight question in his gaze. Una runs her eyes over the familiar features of his beautiful beloved face and reaches up to brush her thumb over his jaw. Chris smirks, likely anticipating a quip about him needing to shave. 

Instead she asks, “Can I kiss you?”

“At midnight? Always, Number One.” He reaches for the hand that was caressing his face and gives it a squeeze as he smiles fondly at her. 

Una isn’t sleepy, but by the Sacred Spring, she is tired. So tired of hiding in plain sight. She could play it off and let this moment pass like all the others before it. They could share another chaste peck at midnight. It’s a time-honoured tradition, an affirmation that Chris is her best friend, her Boy Scout - her person … but not her guy. 

But what if— 

“I don’t want to wait for midnight,” she blurts out. Smooth, Una. 

A number of expressions flit across Chris’s face in quick succession. Una’s chest flutters with a rising sense of panic before he seems to settle on a stunned smile and rapid enthusiastic nodding. 

“Okay. Now!” he says, and then he grins ruefully like he didn’t mean to make it sound like an order. Smooth, Christopher, Una thinks in amusement, grinning brightly because he’s on board. They’re going to do this! 

She closes her eyes and leans in to meet him halfway. His lips are warm and soft. At first it’s gentle and familiar, like any of a dozen quick kisses they’ve shared in their long friendship, but as it lingers…

There it is. The spark they both knew was there waiting for them ignites. 

He grips her face gently but firmly like he’s afraid she’ll vanish if he lets go. Her heart is fluttering again but instead of panic it’s full of joy and anticipation and something more. The love that was always there is now joined by desire.

Their kisses get sloppier as they intensify. His hands are in her hair and then his mouth is on her throat and she’s gripping his jaw and then his ass and he’s making low sounds of approval that are excitingly new to her ears. 

“Helloooo, Mom and Dad! You in there? You awake?” Erica’s voice chirps through the speaker on the wall. 

Chris scowls at the intercom and jabs the button with a little too much force. “Nice comm discipline, Lieutenant Ortegas. Very respectful of your senior officers.”

She laughs unapologetically, “Hey, none of us are on duty, Captain, and it’s a holiday. Live a little.”

“I’m trying to,” he mutters with a heated glance at Una before turning back to the intercom and clearing his throat. “Is there something you need?”

“I just wanted to invite you down to the mess hall. We decided to do a countdown after all. Spock has his harp. And there’s cake,” Ortegas adds in a sing-song. 

Chris and Una share a long look. 

“Mom and I will be right there,” Una declares.

Erica cackles as she closes the connection. 

“I’m Mom?” Chris sounds scandalised, and Una can’t help but laugh. He’s still her best friend and her Boy Scout and her person. 

“‘Fraid so,” she confirms as she straightens her hair and takes him by the arm. “Come on, let’s not miss the countdown.”

“But we’ll come back to this later?” He taps his bottom lip and motions between the two of them with his finger, seeking reassurance she is happy to provide. 

Not trusting herself to kiss him again just yet, she repeats his gesture and taps his bottom lip with her index finger. “Oh yes, we will definitely revisit this very soon.” 

P.S. Any half-baked ideas I have about Illyrian culture (such as the expression “by the Sacred Spring”) are based on @curator-on-ao3 ‘s beautiful world-building. 💕

[lenievi]

prompt: confess

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T’Pring loves Spock. She is certain of it. Her mother has always been against the match, but T’Pring has stood her ground and followed her heart.

Spock does not bore her. He challenges her, and his human blood brings passion into their relationship that she would never get from another born on Vulcan.

But the same human blood keeps Spock away from her and creates a distance Spock has never been willing to bring closer. His words tell one thing, and his actions, another.

And soon, the reason becomes clear.

When Spock looks at Nurse Chapel, his eyes confess everything.

[grissomesque]

More of the Same @trektober-challenge: Day 3, 'Promotion.'

“It’s just that it’s so out of the blue,” Harry says. “Did you do something I don’t know about?”

Tom affects a wounded expression. “It can’t just be my roguish charm? My boyish good looks?”

It’s on the tip of Harry’s tongue to point out that Tom was only promoted because he’d first earned a demotion���so, no, it can’t­—when Janeway rounds the corner, wearing that small smirk that spells trouble.

“Gentlemen,” she nods, then pauses. Murmurs, “Not only that, Mister Paris,” and saunters off.

Harry feels his ears warm and redden, as Tom breaks into a wide grin.