Phoenix, British, 23. This blog was supposed to be a writing blog, but mostly ends up with me spouting whatever crosses my mind. I'm currently on a Star Trek kick, but I also write for Star Wars, Merlin, Good Omens, BBC Sherlock, and some ACD Sherlock. Find me on AO3 as Phoenix_Rose, and feel free to send me prompts on Ask.
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Too much movement makes your joints hurt and too little movement also makes your joints hurt. This would imply that there's an optimal amount of movement that allows your joints to not hurt. This is a lie.
âľWELCOME TO THE SHIPBOARD WEEKENDS BIG BANG!đ
âľđ WHAT IS IT? â¨âľ
The people who brought you Live Long and Pinup and Spirk in a Cave are back with a Shiny new Big Bang Spirk Event!
This time around weâre getting comfy. Weâre getting cozy. Weâre taking some well deserved time off. Itâs time for our fanfic writers and fan artists to show us what the crew gets up to during their down time.
Welcome to Shipboard Weekends!Â
What is a âweekendâ on a Starship? Thatâs entirely up to you! Do they have 5 days on and 2 days off or is there some other system entirely? Itâs sci fi - you make the rules!
A starship is like a small town in space. We see people doing their jobs, but the crew also live there full time. This event is a chance to show us what life on the Enterprise is like when Kirk and Spock arenât at their stations.Â
Youâre welcome to use any iteration of Spirk: TOS, TAS, TOS Movies, AOS Movies, or SNW. They all deserve some quality off-duty time.
New to fandom? We're here to welcome you! All you need is a love of Spirk and a desire to create.
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đ WHATâS A BIG BANG?
A fandom âBig Bangâ is a collaborative event that brings artists and writers together. It starts with writers submitting a story outline. Artists then get to bid on which story they want to illustrate. The writer and artist teams then work together to create a completed fic with at least 2 pieces of fan art.Â
On their designated posting date both the fic and art are posted on AO3. After the posting date the fic and art can be posted together or separately wherever the creators want.Â
đ WHEN IS IT?
Dec 14: Signups open for both writers and artists
Jan 16: Writers submit their outlinesÂ
Jan 17-19: Artists VoteÂ
Jan 24: Teams formedÂ
Feb 21: Check-in 1Â
March 21: Check-in 2Â
April 18: All completed fic and Art dueÂ
April 20: Posting Begins
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Fic minimum length is 2000 words. No max, but know yourself and be realistic about how much you can write within the timeframe.
All fics should take place onboard a ship during whatever you define as the Shipboard Weekend. Artists should make sure their work relates to the fic theyâre paired with.Â
Your artist is not obligated to be your beta reader. Each team will decide what form their collaboration will take.Â
This is an 18+ event. Sorry, youths!
Since itâs an 18+ event your fanwork can be any rating youâd like! Have fun!
You need an AO3 account to participate. If you donât have one yet, theyâre free!Â
Admission to the Spirk Events Discord server is provisional. If you post your fanwork then great! Youâre in! If not, weâll regretfully ask you to leave. However, thatâs not a perma-ban. Youâre welcome to join up again the next time we have an open event!Â
Please let us know in advance if you wonât be able to post your work. We won't be mad! Real life happens. The sooner we know the sooner we can open up that slot for other people.Â
đ IMPORTANT SERVER INFORMATION
The Spirk Events Server is a sex-positive, NSFW, 18+ Discord created by and for Spirk writers and artists. You will see frequent and enthusiastic discussions of Vulcan dicks.
If youâre not comfortable with adult content then you do not have to join. If you do join, be prepared for fraâals!
(Winners, Linda will be contacting you regarding your prizes. Please look out for her email/message/carrier pigeon!)
Philon Awards 2025 Winners
(officially announced on 2 Nov 2025, at KiScon)
đ Gold: ...in relief by a_most_beloved_fool đ
Silver: Dig it in There, Captain Kirk by mazarinememories
Short Fic (word count 1Kâ5K):
đ Gold: HOWL by indeedcaptain đ
Silver: summer comes, winter fades by InkDropMemories
Medium-Length Fic (word count 5Kâ10K):
đ Gold: Lessons in Seduction, Presented by S'chn T'gai Spock by Phoenix_Rose đ
Silver: A Little Human Emotionality by Moreta1848
Long Fic (word count 10Kâ20K):
đ Gold: thrum: a sonata in three movements by selfmadepurgatories đ
Silver: on a crooked little trajectory by tothewillofthepeople
Novella (word count 20Kâ50K):
đ Gold: long you live and high you fly by pinkgrapefloyd đ
Silver: Too Lonely a Place by Illegalpaladin (kellysaur)
Novel (word count over 50K):
đ Gold: No Dawn, No Day by xiaq đ
Silver: Silent Star by Moreta1848
Podfic:
đ Gold: The Exiles (written by Moreta1848) by cookiemom6067 đ
Silver:Â Time After Time (written by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin))Â by cookiemom6067
Poetry:
đ Gold: HR Violations on the USS Enterprise by indeedcaptain đ
Silver: Opportunity Knocks by gunstreet
Traditional Art:
đ Gold: âBecause the word love isnât written in your bookâ by strawberry-sweets (Bluesky post) đ
Silver: Love in Bloom by PageofWands
Digital Art:
đ Gold: HURT (comic) by beloved-icarus đ
Silver: Irrational Numbers (comic) by sidetrek (link to full download)
Zines:
đ Gold: KiScon Zine 2024 by 1lostone and Alice West (editors) đ
(Note: As no other zine was nominated in this category, it is the winner and was not included on the voting ballot.)
Couple of days late, but if any of you are aware of the Philon fic awards, two (2!!!) of my fics have been nominated
First: if you aren't aware, go check them out, it's basically a recommended reading list of some of the best Spirk fic (and writers) of the year, and you get to vote for your faves!
Second: if you fancy reading my fics and possibly voting for them before people realise what a mistake they made putting me on there (XD), check them out below
Cruelty
Lessons in Seduction, Presented by S'chn T'gai Spock
(P.s. in all seriousness, if you nominated me thank you so much! It's amazing to be up there amongst brilliant writers who I admire so much <3)
Note: Please read the warnings in the Author's Note
Behold, my fic for @spirkevents Spirk in a Cave event! Within, Spock and James (of the mirrorverse variety) address the tension that has recently built between them and do something about it. In a cave.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
p.s., thank you @illegalpaladin for beta-ing <3 They have also written a fic for this event, and you should 100% go check it out!
And after mine and theirs, go see the rest, too! Treat yourself!
Not sure if this means I spend too much time thinking about work, but I just realised that in my own internal monologue, I think of myself as Miss [Lastname] rather than. You know. My Actual Name XD
He pushed the feeling of a question into Jim's mind and received nothing insightful in return. That did not mean that he did not appreciate the warm glow of Jim's affection, nor did it mean that he did not take note of the slowly banking heat at the back of Jim's mind; it only meant that these things did not clarify the current situation.
And thatâin itselfâwas what made him realise.
He was being seduced. For nefarious purposes.
***
The Enterprise crew is keeping something from Spock. Something that causes breakfast in bed, giggling, gossiping, and Kirkian flirting.
He would like very much to know what it is.
It was Spock's nose that woke him.
He knew, when he woke, that he could have slept for a further hour and sixteen minutes without being late for his shift. Meaning that Jimâwho did not follow Spock's stringent makeup routineâcould have slept for a further hour and twenty-two minutes without being late.
With this in mind, there were three questions for which Spock desired an answer. Question one: why was he awake? Question two: why was Jim awake? Question three: why had Jim been out of been bed for so long that his part of the mattress had gone cold?
When he sniffed again, he had his answers.
"K'diwa?" Spock sat up, careful to keep the warmed blanket around him, so he could better squint at Jim and his breakfast tray. Two portions of Pirmah and two glasses of sheekuta na'an sat upon it, food and drink that could not be obtained from the replicator.
Meaning that Jim had made it.
Spock squinted harder. "Jim. Why?"
Jim placed the tray firmly on the table. It rattled, slightly. "Why what?"
Why are we not eating in the refectory as is typical? Why have you chosen the more time consuming option of hand-making breakfast? Why have you made breakfast personally when you do not care for cooking? Why have you made Pirmah when you do not typically eat sweet food in the morning, preferring it for dessert?
It was too early in the morning. Spock's mind and tongue were still creeping their way to wakefulness. "Why?"
Jim tilted his head, clearly amused. He wasâin his own wordsâa morning person. Spock found it more endearing when he'd been awake longer than twenty minutes. "Does there have to be a reason? Can a man not just decide to spoil his t'hy'la?"
That, Spock knew, was a trap. He considered the nature of this trap as he rose from bed, winced at the cold floor, and pulled a robe around his shoulders. He could not say "no", as Jim would pout and it would be delightful, and the ensuing series of events would make them late for work, no matter that they were an hour ahead of schedule. However, if he said "yes", Jim would gloat.
He decided to maintain a dignified silence. He sat at the table and allowed Jim to place the food before him.
A sip of juice went a long way to setting Spock's mind to work. He blinked slowly.
"The anniversary of our bonding is not until September," he said. He knew this as instinctively as he knew how to breathe. He knew that he was not in error. However, he also knew that if he was missing something obvious, the statement would provide Jim the opportunity to enlighten him. And if, as he slept, he had slipped into a mirror universe where this was untrue, Jim would now make him aware.
"It is," said Jim around a mouthful. He did not elaborate.
Clearly, Spock would not receive the answers he sought. With a sigh, he began to eat.
It was, of course, delicious. He made sure to make this clear.
Spock's suspicions had not abated by the time they reached the bridge. They had, in fact, increased exponentially, and they only continued to do so as the shift began and the Alpha bridge crew arrived. There was a certain air ofâŚÂ excitability. An air totally incongruous both with the ship's current taskâa star mapping task that Jim had called a 'milk run'âand the time of day. Furthermore, it was not limited to Ensign Chekov, whose youth and romantic nature lent themselves to such moods, especially when beginning a fresh courtship. Instead, it had infected the entire bridge. Lieutenant Sulu could not meet Spock's eyes without smiling. Lieutenant Uhura could not keep from humming under her breath. Lieutenant Scott, making a rare appearance to update Jim on engine maintenance in person, had come perilously close to slapping Spock's shoulder before he remembered himself. Scott had then beat a hasty retreat to the sound of laughter.
With infinite patience honed by living amongst Humans, Spock attempted to ignore it, to focus his attention upon his station and his duty. Unfortunately, the situation quickly escalated to the point where he could not.
There was whispering.
Worse than thatâthere was whispering that ceased immediately whenever he attempted to listen in, meaning to the alarming conclusion that it likely concerned him. (Spock reminded himself, forcibly, that he did not regret instructing the bridge in identifying an eavesdropping Vulcan prior to the Babel mission.)
(He also inspected himself, discreetly, in the reflection of a nearby screen, for any marks that Jim, in his enthusiasm, may have inadvertently left behind.)
"Captain," he said, once he had endured an hour of this. "My presence is not currently required. I will serve my shift in the lab today."
The humming ceased.
"Mr Spock!" Uhura's voice brimmed withâsomething. "Before you go, will you help me adjust my console? I've been meaning to ever since we left the last starbase, butâŚ"
He knew that he looked incredulous, and that this was why Uhura had trailed off, but this simply could not be borne.
"Miss Uhura," he said sharply, though he walked over regardless. "You know as well as I that you do not and never have required any assistanceâincluding mineâin adjusting your console."
"Wellâ"
"I must insist that you explain why I am being prevented from going to the lab." He felt a flutter in his side and recalled that he had, for the first time, left the very junior Lieutenant Kaye in charge. It was important to build young officers' experience, and Spock was glad to do so, however⌠"If there has been an incidentâ"
"No incident," she said quickly, and placed a reassuring hand on his arm, a liberty he allowed few people to take. "No incident, accident, explosion, or injury, Mr Spock."
"Then whyâ?"
"Mr Spock, you old cynic!" she said, laughing gracefully. "Does there have to be a reason? Can't I just want to spend time with an old friend?"
"You can," Spock despaired, knowing the futility of attempting to gain any answer that Lieutenant Nyota Uhura did not wish to give. He was forced to surrender with dignity, or else lose without it. "What assistance do you require?"
Time marched on. Spock, having abandoned all hope of going to the lab, continued his vain attempts to ignore whatever strange mood had affected the Enterprise crewâand her captain. His bondmate. If not for the fact he could very easily ascertain Jim's health himself, Spock would have summoned McCoy to the bridge several hours ago. Jim was entirely tooâŚ
Touchy.
They had an unspoken mutual agreement that, although their relationship had been sanctioned by Starfleet Command, they did not flaunt it before others. Partly because Spock believed entirely that it had been sanctioned under duressâmeaning T'Pau's extraordinary glareâand partly because Jim, despite his reputation in the media, valued professionalism most highly. Therefore, when Jim made a third needless trip to Spock's station to peer at unchanged numbers and slowly rub two fingers over Spock's knuckles, he could not help but wonder what had 'got into him'.
He pushed the feeling of a question into Jim's mind and received nothing insightful in return. That did not mean that he did not appreciate the warm glow of Jim's affection, or that he did not take note of the slowly banking heat flickering at the back of Jim's mind; it only meant that these things did not clarify the current situation.
And thatâin itselfâwas what made him realise.
He was being seduced. For nefarious purposes.
"James Tiberius Kirk," he said aloud, before realising what he had to say should not be said aloud.
Jim turned, sheepish, in the centre chair. "Yes, Spock?"
To hell with it. If Jim wished to play such games before an audience, he would receive the consequences of said games before an audience. "You will cease this method of distraction immediately, or spend the night in your own quarters."
Captain Kirkâfearless veteran of a great many conflicts and diplomatic incidentsâhissed through his teeth. The crew made valiant, failed attempts to smother their obvious laughter.
"I'm sorry," said Jim. At the same time, taking exaggerated care over the pronunciation, he thought Ni'droi'ik nar-tor, adun.
Damn him.
Jim spoke the language of Spock's people sparingly, but he did so to great effect.
"You are forgiven," said Spock.
Spock's education and research indicate that, prior to the unification of Earth and Humanity joining the Federation, there had been a law written to prevent 'cruel and unusual punishment'. If pressed to provide an example such, he would now be capable of doing so. Human excitement was a bearable, even pleasant, thing. Human excitement that he could not understand, and was even being prevented from understanding, was less pleasant. His curiosity alone was enough to sting.
The giggling was salt in his wound.
He wished that they would explain themselves. Since they would not, it was his prerogative to, in Human terms, make a break for it.
"Captain," he said, already standing. "I am due for my annual physical."
Jim blinked. "You are," he confirmed. Spock had complained of it only days ago. "Relevance?"
"I intend to go to Sickbay, so that Doctor McCoy can perform it."
With a slightly guilty winceâone echoed by the crew around himâJim nodded his permission.
"I will meet you in my quarters later," he said. Just in case Jim thought he was truly upset, rather than mildly frustrated and considerably bemused.
"Of course," said Jim.
The doctor was surprised to see him.
"Spock!" he cried, excessive in both emotion and volume. "What're you doing here?"
"I am here for my physical examination."
"My God," said McCoy, as if to some invisible audience. "He's dying for certain."
"Doctor McCoy," Spock sighed, pleased beyond telling by the normality he had found. "If you could restrain yourself, please. I am in perfect healthâwhich, if you attend to your duties promptly, you will be able to ascertain for yourself."
McCoy tutted at him and, muttering direly beneath his breath about what good health even meant for green-blooded menaces, gestured towards a bed. Specifically the bed that he was attempting to program to accommodate and monitor Spock's readings. It was slow-going, made difficult by the various unknowns of Spock's hybrid body, but it wasâŚ
It wasâŚ
It was only logical that the doctor have a way to quickly gauge Spock's condition in the event he be rendered unconscious and incapable of self-reporting.
It was the most effort any physician had ever put into Spock's individual care.
("Does there have to be a reason?" McCoy had asked when Spock attempted to question him. His eyes had belied the casualness of his question; there had been quiet anger in them. "You're part of this crew, same as anyone else. Should've been done for you years ago.")
Once the tests were underway, McCoy embarked on his favourite hobby. Psychiatry.
"Wanna tell me what you're really doing here, Spock?"
Spock enjoyed teasing and needling the doctor as much as the doctor enjoyed the reverse. But, when it came down to it, he was more than aware that McCoy was an excellent physician. And an excellent friend.
"There is something being hidden from me," he said. "Not only by Jim, but by the rest of the bridge crew. And I suspect that if I spoke to my scientists, I would discover that they, too, are part of the conspiracy."
"Ah," said McCoy. He bounced guiltily.
"I am aware that you, too, are part of this," Spock sighed. "I am confident that you, at least, will be blunt. You will not attempt to conceal the concealment."
"Damn straight," said McCoy. "I told 'em not to bother with secrecy, that it'd only get you riled, but what do I know?"
Spock gave a conciliatory hum and McCoy had him move from the bed to an exercise machine.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "Take it from your doctorâa surprise is good for the soul!"
"Vulcans," said Spock drily, "have katras."
With his good health officially certified, Spock went to his quarters to await Jim's return. He was unsurprised when a rather chagrined captain came over the threshold.
"Well," said Spock.
"We are sorry," said Jim, hurrying over. He took Spock's hands in his. "We didn't mean to upset you."
"Just to hide something," Spock said. And then added, "I was not upset."
"Alright." He squeezed gently. "If I promise it's a good something, does that help?"
"Yes," said Spock, though he had been quite certain of that already. "Although I do not understand why it must be hidden."
"Does there have to be a reason?" Jim asked, or at least began to ask. Alas, he only made it to "be" before, likely seeing in Spock's eyes the impulse to bite, he changed tack. "I'm authorised to tell you that you'll know all about it in another hour."
Spock considered this, then nodded. "If I do not," he decided, "I will find Ensign Peters, and question him on the subject."
"Peters can't keep a secret to save his life!" said Jim, aghast.
"Precisely."
"Ah. Well." Jim chewed on his lip. Then he smiled, apparently catching Spock's eyes tracking the motion. "If I tell you in advance that I'm going to seduce you for nefarious purposes, will you go along with it?"
Spock had not realised that he was broadcasting the exact wording. He felt a blush warm the tips of his ears.
"Perhaps," he said. He let go of Jim's hands to shrug off his blue shirt. "We cannot know until the attempt is made."
Jim smiled, pulled off his command gold, and made the attempt.
Fifty-six minutes after Jim's arrival, Spockâhaving first been instructed to dress in off-duty clothing, and second to match his robe to Jim's shirtâwas stood outside the lab Uhura had earlier prevented him from reaching.
"Jim," he said, with some small dread. "Will whatever is occurring within continue to disrupt normal function tomorrow?"
"No," Jim promised, with unreasonable amounts of amusement. He kissed Spock's cheek and added, "You know I'd never let anyone hurt your lab, Commander."
The possessive was illogical as the labs were property of Starfleet, but Spock was grateful for the reassurance. Enough so that he allowed Jim to hook their little fingers together as they entered the roomâan act that would have been indecent on Vulcan, and aboard the Enterprise risked getting looks from Communications experts who knew too much.
It was immediately clear why the room had been subject to such stringent secrecy. The change was immense. All experiments and chemicals had been locked away and every surface sanitised in order for a large loaf of Ha Rageel and several plates could be brought into the room. The room had been decorated with red, blue, and gold balloons, and blue streamers hung from the ceiling. And above it all was a large bannerâwhich must have taken some time to replicateâthat read in large print, Happy Anniversary, Mr Spock!
All this, he was able to notice in the split-second before the assembled crowd, comprised of the bridge crew and his scientists, called out, "Surprised!"
Spock blinked twice.
"You have my thanks," he said, to all of them. "However, I do not understand the purpose of this celebration I cannot think of any anniversary that would be celebrated at this time."
He found himself surrounded, once again, by wide smiles and muffled laughter.
"I promise you, Mr Spock," said Scott, "it's a real anniversary. And a fine one, too!"
Confused, he looked at Jim. Jim shook his head, smiling. "It's alright, tal-kam. It'll come to you."
"JimâŚ"
"In the meantime," he said, raising his voice slightly, "I believe Lieutenant Uhura has a treat planned for us all."
Uhura, clad in elegant dress and fine jewellery, stepped forwards to thunderous applause. This, at last, Spock could understand and appreciate. Uhura's singing was beautiful, one of the greatest pleasures of the Enterpriseâone that all the crew could appreciate.
She raised her hands for silence, then curved them into a dance.
Oh, on the starship Enterprise
There's someone who's in Satan's guise,
Whose devil ears and devil eyes
Could rip your heart from you!
Spock knew the song, recognised it immediately, and could notâand did not want toâstop the corners of his lips from beginning to lift. She had composed it, improvised it, early in the voyage, cementing the burgeoning friendship between them. He would enjoy hearing it again.
Oh, dear scientist, clad in blue,
Who stood in lab six-forty-two,
Right on the edge of great breakthroughâŚ
Awake the whole night through!
That, Spock thought, was not part of the original song. But⌠Perhaps he was starting to recallâŚ
Reactive metal in his grasp,
His lovely voice a sleepy rasp,
Begins to sway, the ensigns gasp,
His hand unclasps on cue!
"Ah," said Spock. He blushed, even as he ducked his chin to mask the irrepressible smile. He knew precisely the anniversary they had chosen. At the time he had been horrified, mortified.
Now, he saw that everyone else smiled with him.
It hits the ground and does explode,
As loud as large Klingon payload,
And poor Kirk's nerves it did erodeâ
Such harsh language did ensue!
And that's why all we astronauts,
All we wary astronauts,
Wait terrified and overwrought,
To find what he will do!
The room exploded into applause and laughter, and Uhura took a bow. "Thank you," she said, beaming. "Thank you kind sirs, lovely ladies, and beautiful beings. We are here, together, to celebrate a momentous occasion. On this day, four years ago, Mr Spock dropped his experiment and set off the first explosion of Captain Kirk's tenure!"
The applause turned to Spock. He raised a hand in acknowledgement, knowing it would please them.
"An explosion so impressive," Uhura continued, "that for the first and only time on record, Captain Kirk swore on ship-wide intercom!"
Jim went pinkâclearly, he had not expected that particular tidbit to be brought up.
"Should this not be a joint anniversary?" Spock asked in an undertone. He remembered the language in question. So far, he had been unable to induce Jim to repeat it.
"It was your hard work that brought it about," Jim demurred.
He might have argued, but Uhura concluded her speech by asking, "Have you any words for us, Commander Spock?" and the room fell silent, awaiting him.
Spock looked over the crowd. Lieutenant Kaye had not been present for the incident in question and seemed enthralled; several of his ensigns were similarly enraptured. He affected a stern expression. "The occasion is inauspicious," he said. "Celebrating a disruptive, potentially dangerous lapse is illogical."
As the crowd cheered, he knew they understood. He was not upset in the least.
Happy Winter Solstice! And Shabe Yalda Mobarak (شب ŰŮدا ٠باعڊ), if you celebrated last night, this longest and darkest night! Now, on the shortest day of the year, we bring you a fic and two ficlets!
Title: Heaven Had Come So Near
Author: ForFucksSakeJim
Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Words: 734
Summary:
Throughout their time on Andoria, they are repeatedly mistaken for a couple by locals - a restaurant host, a server, and an elderly Andorian. Each time, Spock formally denies these assumptions, Each time, Jimâs heart breaks a little more.
In response to a prompt by RookSacrifice.
Title: A Winter's Break
Author: Phoenix_Rose
Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series
Rating: Explicit
Words: 1,608
Summary:
For those of the Federation who had not borne witness to a Vulcan in a sulk - that being the majority of them - it might seem difficult to identify. Jim, however, knew the signs far too well. There was a certain defiant tilt to Spock's chin, and a mulishness in his eyes, and a total refusal to let Jim even brush against his fingers on the way past.
Just this once though, Jim would let it go. It wasn't everyday that post-coital bliss was interrupted by the Vulcan ambassador.
***
Jim and Spock have been taking advantage of the winter break to make up for some lost time. Unfortunately, they've forgotten something rather important...
In response to a prompt by remylebae.
Title: thatâs when I love you
Author: ForFucksSakeJim
Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Words: 315
Summary:
Jim realizes heâs in love with Spock, and it hits him like a photon torpedo to the chest.
In response to a prompt by Affixjoy.
