The Unknown Kind - Chapter 7 Preview - Communications
Fandom: Star Trek/Alien
Title: The Unknown Kind
Rating: Explicit (NC-17)
Length: 18 chapters, Part I complete!!!!
Link: The Unknown Kind Chapters 1 - 6
Chappie Preview!
Jim stiffens and snaps his head back to the office area. His heart beats wildly and every muscle sings with tension. There’s nothing there. He’s not sure why he looked. He thinks, trying to remember if there was some kind of shape? No, he’s just freaking himself out. The office up ahead is empty. The whole station is empty. Jim needs to get a grip. He walks down the rest of the way to the check-in area, which turns out to be labeled with a faintly glowing yellow sign reading ‘Tech Support HQ.’ Another hallway branches off to the left, ending in another locked door. Jim turns to his right to climb up the couple of steps to reach the entryway of the office. He pauses. Hot damn. There’s a Replicator on the wall ahead of him and on its right is another map station.
Jim presses the entry for a large bottle of water and groans in relief when it is dispensed without any issues. He cracks the cap open and sucks it down, throat working in greedy swallows. He drinks it halfway, then sets it to the side on the map station. He starts reviewing the plans for his current locale. Tech Workshop, Server Hub Reception, and Sevastopol Works Archive all make up the surrounding area. Okay, up the stairwell then. The available plans cease at the top of the stairwell, but it’s helpfully labeled ‘To Lobby’. He jabs a finger at the label. ‘Gotcha,’ he thinks. Lobbies are great. Lobbies have information. Jim picks the water back up and downs the rest of it, tossing it into the trash chute next to the replicator.
He may as well check out the office since it’s right there. He pokes his head inside and views a state of general disarray. Old tape decks and PADDS are scattered across the counter and on the floor, none of which look alive. Jim checks anyway, just to be sure. Yup. Junk. A narrow opening on the right wall leads off to the Works Archive, which he knows is a dead end from the map station. He checks the two consoles available; one is completely dead, the other has a ‘Low Power’ warning flashing slowly on and off. No help there. There is, however, a Starfleet jacket in green and gold thrown over the back of a chair. And, as his body is wracked by another shiver, he decides he might as well try it on. He grabs it and pulls it off the chair. A few things happen at once. Something falls to the floor with a metallic clatter, an air cycling system kicks on with a ‘whump whump whump’ and Jim hears a strange kind of dragging thump in the ceiling above him.
WAIT that enemies with benefits text you posted about trevor and STG is sooo accurate .. thinking about STG sneaking trevor into her room in the middle of the night and insisting that this means absolutely nothing and she still doesn’t like him while she’s actively trying to rip his clothes off and grinding on his lap cause she need him so bad (also thinking about trevor going down on her and refusing to let her cum until she admits that she likes him just a little bit)
- STG anon 🫶
Honey + Trevor 🤝 enemies with benefits exchanges like this
No bc she's definitely going to sit there and refuse to admit she likes him until the LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!! But you'd better BELIEVE she's getting her fill of him (literally) despite her so-called "dislike"
a/n: i still haven't titled it lol so any suggestions are welcome! this will be fem!reader and there is no dom/sub dynamic involved. i got overexcited so here's 250 words of the story.
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It feels like her hemlines keep getting shorter, her sweaters tighter. At one point he discovered that she stopped wearing bras under her tops because he can see her nipples right through the fabric when they get hard. It leaves him wondering what else she might not be wearing.
And he knows it’s probably a figment of his imagination, but he wants to believe that she does it for him.
The idea that she knows his secrets added a twisted little element to it. Like she dresses this slutty on purpose because she knows what it does to him. Because he figures that even if she doesn’t want him, she wants to play this silent game just to see what he’ll do next.
The only thing is that there’s nothing more he can do without losing the last ounce of dignity he has. He’s already getting himself off on thoughts of her when he’s at home, and now he’s doing it in his office, right after she leaves. Barely able to wait until she walks out the door.
In an ideal world, she’d catch him in the act. Realize she forgot her pen or that she had one more question to ask and walk back in at just the right moment, while he’s hard and moaning out her name.
Either she’d look at him in disgust or in some weird way she’d find it flattering, and he doesn’t even care at this point because he just wants her to know.
This new information, and it all came from his best friend, one who he hadn't seen in the longest while. It made him tremble, remembering her weak sounding voice, the scars and blood all over her body. All the pain, the suffering of these last few months...Inferno...It was a fiery mix, boiling lava burning a black core into his soul, ash staining and filling every crack along the surface and he could taste it's smokey-bitterness. The shaking of his body was like an earthquake, breaths heaving in and out of his nose, his steps becoming heavier and heavier into the stone.
Breathe.
Remember Lewis...Remember Vivi...Remember their courage and what they'll do should things turn for the worst...
Breathe.
The Old Gods are looking down at you. Despite their silence, they will do all they can to support you all. Remember them.
It’s not cold, not hot, but the air clings to your skin like the mud already sticks to your shoes. You faintly recall that the term you’d use is “muggy,” only that implies sweltering heat… so, just humid, then.
The moss you’ve been sleeping on is growing onto your underclothes again; you dust it off before you put on the rest of your daily attire. Small bits of plant matter and dirt fall onto the stone floor, where they’ve also started growing.
You keep finding scraps of paper talking about this place as though it was a desolate wasteland, but that’s hardly true. So much grows here, so much that the growth itself is the problem.
But plants have never bothered you any. After all, you’re practically made of plant matter and ancient magic, so you fit into this climate just fine.
Of course, many already expected it was going to be any day now, and made the proper preparations for when the time came when she was ready. The entire kingdom was already on edge, rumours and conversations filled with excitement spread like wildfire, all throughout the other countries as well. But, as much as it sounded amazing, they didn't think it would have been...that early. A full nine months and they say it would have been at least another week or two, with of course the mood swings and strange cravings.
But one trip down the hallway and the water within her splashed onto the porcelain floor. Sounds of pained groaning and her thighs were quivering as she almost fell over.
Three of the Prophets kept calm as they heard her from downstairs. They gently guided her into her chambers, keeping the door slightly opened for the others to come along for extra assistance. Well...her husband's absence was already going on for too long, but maybe he would be happy to hear the good news at least. Sending in a small letter via messenger bird shouldn't be too much of a problem.
She was laid down on the bed and she kept herself from thrashing in pain, golden hair pooling around her bare, flushed and sweaty body. Her groaning only got louder as the contractions came and went. Tears prickled the corners of her eyes. The female Prophet, cloaked in green, murmured to her softly in a kind and sweet voice.
A bowl filled with warm water, along with a washcloth. The other four Prophets entered with towels and ancient medicine in case it's needed. Guards patrolled the whole castle, making sure there were no intruders or attackers. There was nobody posing as a threat, and he kingdom's people held their breaths in anticipation just outside of the castle's doubledoors.
The dark skinned Prophet loomed over her protruding belly, chanting a little something to help ease some of the pain for her. She sighs quietly as he holds her hand as tight as a vice, while the green cloaked Prophet sits in front of her spread legs, gently holding them open.
It has been twenty-six years since she came into this world. Now it was time for another. It was time for her to pass the torch -- eventually.
Hours have passed and it neither felt like a lifetime or a few seconds. Loud groans, gasps, and muffled squeaks filled the room. Once they gave her the signal, she felt the burning and the stretching and Dear Gods it was the most painful thing she felt in her entire life. From her blurry field of vision, she could see the other Prophets moving their fingers about, muttering the incantation, could hear the green one calmly telling her to either stop or keep going -- and the tight hold on Prophet Duet's hand. If it weren't for him, she would be screaming by now...
...
The stretching stopped after a while, but the pain was still there, slowly fading. She kept her breaths at a slow and even pace, letting go of her hold on Prophet Duet's hand (she probably cut off of his blood flow, Dear Gods...) and heard the whispers of the green Prophet in her ear, telling her she did amazing. For a moment, she was confused by the sudden silence and felt the pang of fear inside of her chest -- that is until she heard those ear-splitting cries in the air, cementing the beautiful truth that they were here. Her beautiful baby...
Her eyelids were droopy, body as wiggly as a noodle. But overwhelming joy and relief filled her entire being, and her first instinct was to reach out for her wonderful child, hold them tightly and maybe give them some milk. A proud mother, she was. She couldn't wait to come back home and -- and share the good news with her husband and -- and -- and --
...
Wait.
Something...Something was wrong. She could feel it, in her heart and in her mind body and soul. A certain dark aura filled the air, thick as a fog and just as blurry. For a moment she was confused, until something snuck up on her heart and struck it like a whip, trying to grab onto whatever cruel reality was set before her.
Wh-Why...
Why aren't they giving her baby to her...?
Why was Prophet Duet looking at her child that way...? What's with his eyes?
Why...Where are they all going...? Why are they walking away?! Why are they heading for the door?!
Why won't they let her see her baby?!
She reached her hand out, trying to cry out -- but she knew what was happening and there was NOTHING she could do to stop this. Black-tar despair filled her entire being, her finger muscles stretching to their furthest points and she didn't care if it hurt -- she wanted to see her child! They didn't have to, they really didn't! He was in charge of his own destiny -- nobody else's! How cruel! DISGUSTING!
"You dare speak of her in my presence?" The prince shook his head and broke the dance between them, his desperately moving legs swishing around in the waters. His voice was harsh and he over-enunciated his words with the force of his fire. "Bastard! Fool! Even I know you're too much of a coward to do that! She had the power of the Old Gods on her side, and she would have destroyed you before you even so much as thought about laying a finger on either of us! She was not immortal, true, but she would go down fighting if it meant protecting me and her kingdom!"
