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[starship21zedna9]

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Good news!

I have written a fluffy Spocklaan fic. And I never write fluff. I don't know what came over me.

[not-freyja]

2. Inexplicable Mpreg

I am doing a drabble a day for @retrowrimay! Every day might be different fandoms or different genres, but all will be 100 words.

Today’s fill is a Star Trek fic!

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"Well you see, doctor, it's a matter of… biology," Jim said, fidgeting on the biobed in clear discomfort.

Bones was not having it. He was not letting him off the hook that easily. "Biology?"

"Vulcan biology?" Jim tries again.

"What does the biology of Vulcans have to do with your physical, Jim?" Bones gave up on reason then, and just picked the tricorder back up. If you won't get in the scanner, fine, we can do it the slow way—"

"I'm pregnant!" his Captain blurts out.

Bones freezes, shocked into statuesque calm. "Because of… Vulcan biology?"

The silence says enough.

[adamofingolstadt]

Hi Folks!

I've been without wifi, and also struggling with a series of debilitating mental health symptoms, but I wanted to post some stuff I wrote to tide over until I can finish and post another chapter to my Trek fics.

Anyway, here's a peak at the 3rd vignette/chapter of "To Mirror The Father" (Picard's perspective of Wesley growing over s2):

The room only had a dozen or so students inside, lining a promenade aisle through to the front of class, where their teacher sat under a large screen, working on something.

A few teenagers looked up curiously at the sound of the door, but this was quickly halted by a shout from their teacher got things back in line: “Eyes down everyone, I need these by the end of the block.”

Most turned back to the notes on their digital textbooks, though a few subtly turned to glance upon the prompt not to.

“Captain?”

Wesley instantly covered his lips with his knuckle, trying to shove the exclamation back into his mouth.

“Head down,” the man at the front of the class ordered.

“...Yes sir.” Wesley squeaked, trying to slide out of the off-guard spotlight and back into the crowd of onlooking students.

Now more of the children were looking than ever; none of them were stupid enough to openly stare, but styluses hovered over screens as not-so-discrete glances were shot.

Jean-Luc crept up towards the front of the class. Wesley wasn’t watching as subtly as his peers; he fumbled his deskthings, nervous eyes shooting at his captain.

“Focus, mr. Crusher,” Jean-Luc reminded as he passed. Wesley shrunk a little, trying to grip his stylus as more student curiosity was stirred around them. Jean-Luc made hastily to the desk at the front. “I’m here to sign Wesley Crusher out from class,” he lowered his voice for privacy; he wasn’t exactly sure how this was done, but he assumed this ought to be the most direct way.

“Of course, Captain,” the man set aside his active monitor and opened an administrative screen. “Make-up exemption for his practicum?” Jean-Luc confirmed briskly. “Relationship?”

“Excuse me?”

“What’s your relationship with the student? We have Cmdr. Riker and Data listed as emergency contacts.”

Jean-Luc was taken aback. He wasn’t used to having his good word questioned on his own ship.

“It’s okay, sir, the Captain is my ultimate superior,” an unsteady voice piped up behind him.

“Wesley,” Jean-Luc turned about sharply, intentionally leveraging the power of the given name. “Are students supposed to interrupt class?”

“No, sir, but—”

“Than perhaps you are trying to communicate that you’re homesick and want me to contact your mother about your behaviour?” Jean-Luc prompted, drawing the line even clearer in case not wearing his badge made Wesley forget how the dynamic between adults and children was supposed to work.

This sudden and rapidly elevating volley of dialogue had drawn the attention of the other students, who had dropped any facade of note taking to watch the drama unfolding.

Wesley was still for a split second; his ears started flushing pink, then his cheeks and neck, then he lowered his eyes, slumping smaller at his desk. “...No, Sir.”

“No,” Jean-Luc nodded seriously. For a second the room held suspenseful silence, a tense jury waiting to see if the magistrate donned a black cap, until their teacher cleared his throat and the children’s eyes shot back down to their study notes. Jean-Luc turned back around, eager to be done with this. “If you’ll check the personal file,” he said lowly to the other man, “You’ll see that Dr. Crusher updated her son’s shipbord next-of-kin shortly before her transfer.”

[marlinspirkhall]

Because Stork The Vulcan is getting a lot of reblogs again may I interest you in his ongoing adventures with his Romulan boyfriend, Crane?

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[treks-men]

"Nor are you just another biological organism."

Warning: Internal temperature reaching abnormal heights. 

Suggestion: Increase coolant circulation; reduce information processed “GEORDI; LOVE”

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Chapter 2 of my DaForge fic is out now!!! weekly updates people

[porcelaintoybox23]

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Spirk

Jim being pretty great and clearly in love

Bones being fucking amazing at his job

Spock being the universe’s chew toy

Amazing writing

Characterizations out the wazoo

Spock being broken down into a sad, pathetic, mess but he’s getting help

Spock just being a fucking downtrodden wet disintegrating piece of paper

Have I mentioned Spock whump?

Well I have the fic for you

K’oh-nar by AlexPrime. Please read this.

[thatqueercookie]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Episode: s02e01 Amok Time, Pon Farr (Star Trek), First Time, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Alien Sex, Alien Biology, Knotting, Mind Meld Series: Part 5 of Scenes From A Starship Summary:

"No more blood fever? No need for... completion?"

Spock shook his head. "No."

Jim nodded. "Right. So... No interest in pursuing..." Jim gestured vaguely.

"Sex?" Spock finished.

"Yes," said Jim.

"I didn't say that," said Spock.

[jxpper]

i wrote a little picard/crusher emo missing scene thingy. figured I would share it here 🩶

"I am a woman of science, Jean-Luc, and yet I prayed over your graying skin. I offered God anything to save you, knowing I had nothing He could’ve wanted in return. And when I close my eyes at night, I can still hear the metallic clang of each piece as I painstakingly removed it and dropped it into the surgical basins."

“If I allow myself to remember, I fear it may break me,”

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titled: The Valor, The Victor

summary: after Admiral Satie blames the Captain for the battle of Wolf 359, Beverly and Jean-Luc share an emotional reflective moment together.

rated: t

word count: 3,090

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, romance, missing scene, unresolved tension, introspection, psychological trauma, forehead touching, all the feelings, insight into jean-luc’s feelings

takes place in s04e21 ‘The Drumhead’

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