#personal writing updates

[ghostofasimov]

Unfortunately, while not Vitrification nor an update to Symposium, I’ve been getting back into my writing projects after a really rough summer and have a 10k one-shot I’m close to finishing to offer as a treat for you all for being such patient readers!

If anyone is a fan of angst leading to a very steamy spar session with an established secret relationship, this one is definitely for you ;)

As an added treat—here’s a little preview snip below!

Spock dipped his head, his voice low and breath not close enough in the space between them.  “I will remind you, we made the terms clear to one another that our involvement would not impact the ship’s affairs.  Do not allow it to do so.”

Jim could feel his nostrils flare, and his temper seep out from under his control “I’m well within my right as your commanding officer to question your ability to participate in a landing party after a severe injury, Commander.  You saw the instant that explosion happened and not a moment after it.  You didn’t see the wreckage.  The rest of the landing party.  You didn’t see all the—“  He stopped as his throat constricted.  “When I saw you under that rubble, I thought you were dead, and you’re expecting me to clear you for the duty roster, just like that?”

“I am asking you to understand that I am not human, and that your standards for personnel recovery do not apply to me.”

“You’re not.  But you’re not indestructible, either.”  He wanted to see red, but all he could see was green.  Too much green.  Spilling, seeping, staining, even as he’d rinsed it down the drain.  

Spock didn’t respond to that.  “At any rate, the decision will lie with Doctor McCoy whether or not I am fit for duty.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that the duty roster is still mine to decide.”

“And if the medical data agrees with you, I shall respect that decision unquestionably.”

Jim shook his head, turning reaching for his towel to wipe the sweat from his brow.  “I’m sorry, Spock.  But even if McCoy thinks you’re ready, I’m not willing to put you on anything more than light-duty.  Not right now.  That’s what I believe will be the most beneficial to the landing party.”

“Their benefit, or yours, Captain?”

Something in him snapped, a jaw trap deep in a wound as he whipped around, closing the distance between them and making no effort to hide the fury on his face.  “Fine.  If we’re at a stalemate and neither of us is proving his point to the other, we’re doing this the hard way.  Spar with me.”

Spock was taken aback by the demand, his eyes softening as they raked over his body.  “You are exhausted, I do not think it wise—“

“Spar with me, or its a hard no,” he said, his tone strict and eyes unwavering as he issues Spock the challenge.  “You win, I let you on the duty roster if McCoy clears you.  You lose, and I don’t want to hear you countermand my decision on this again. Understood?”

[ghostofasimov]

I finally finished drafting Chapter 3 of Sadist’s Symposium!! I have no idea when I’ll edit and post it, I may not do so until after I’ve drafted Chapter 4, but I’m very excited to move deeper into the rest of the plot I’m weaving.

If you haven’t checked out this soul-crushing take on Plato’s Stepchildren I’m working on, the first two chapters can be found at the link below. (Mind the content and archive warnings if you do. <3)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34373047/chapters/85535359

[fullmoonsyn]

when will you continue steel my heart? :< or write like thousands more luck ffs :'<

I’m working on the next part now actually! Not to mention I have at least two more luck ideas that are practically begging me to be written and wanting to cut ahead of all my other updates ^^;;; 

If you want to see what I'm working on at any given time though, you can always check here:

https://www.mywriteclub.com/beta/writers/Lanna

I don't think you need an account to view that, so feel free to check it whenever ^^