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Didn't We Almost Have it All? - by IvanW
He turned to greet Joanna as she approached him. She wore an off the shoulder ivory traditional wedding dress decorated with pearls and sequins. He wasn’t surprised, really. She’d always given him the impression she liked the old traditions and customs.

“Dance?”

“Sure,” Jim said with a smile, pulling her close, and resting his hand on her waist.

“Is this okay?” she asked after a few seconds. “I mean with your—”

“It’s fine. It only hurts when I stand.”

Her eyes widened and she went to pull back.

“I’m kidding, Jo.” He paused, searching her pale face. “It’s okay to joke, right?”

“Of course. I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “I’m acting more sensitive about it than you are. I should know better.”

“I’m actually pretty used to it at this point. It seems to be the elephant in the room wherever I go. If I go anywhere.” He grinned. “Which is rare.”

She smiled then, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m so glad you came.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it.” It was a lie, of course. Because he most certainly would have and gladly. Which said a lot about him and none of it good.

Joanna would have none of it, though. “Daddy didn’t think you’d come.”

“Yeah well.” Jim smiled. “Here I am. So that shows you what he knows. I’m so happy for you, Jo. And I wish you all the happiness in the universe. You deserve it.”

“Thank you,” she said softly. “So do you.”

Jim shook his head. “I missed those chances long ago.”

“But—”

“I’ve reconciled myself to the life I have. And it’s fine.”

“Daddy said Spock and Nyota are divorced now.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Daddy has a big mouth.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  kirk&mccoy  retirement  earthside  iowa  disability  pining  grief  joanna  addiction  kolinahr  whoops  bonded  marriage 
yesterday by runpunkrun
a proposal (and one, and two, and three) - by t_3po
He did not need a ring to know that Jim loved him. He thought about being called Jim's 'husband' and felt a little thrilled at the idea, yet when he thought about the fact that they were already 't'hy'la' the term paled in comparison to that.

Jim nodded. "Will you mind if I keep asking you to marry me?"

He did not mind at all, and Jim smiled at him.

Jim's smile turned sly. "What if I get down on one knee and propose to you during your dad's speech in the Babel conference?"

"Goodnight, Jim."


It became a joke between them. Spock couldn't pinpoint the exact moment it became a source of amusement, mostly for Jim, but Jim wouldn't stop asking him to marry him. "I'm only speaking hypothetically," Jim argued whenever Spock tried to argue how illogical and inconvenient it was to get married in the middle of the five year mission. The first time Jim asked him in broad daylight, he had thought Jim was actually serious and he’d spent five minutes lecturing him before Jim got fed up and told him he was just teasing Spock.
st:aos  kirk/spock  marriage 
5 weeks ago by runpunkrun
sqoiler: kirk/spock forced to marry
“If you keep arguing, it’ll be a court martial,” Pike said, looking beyond tired. Kirk opened his mouth, then closed it.

“There’s nothing we can do?” he asked. They were on the bridge, Pike’s call on the viewscreen for the whole crew to see. Kirk was fixated on Pike, but he had heard the crew’s reaction to the news. Nobody wanted this.

Pike didn’t even want it, as far as Kirk could tell, but the other admirals made their decision. Kirk supposed it was good that Pike had delivered the news instead of someone else, but he still didn’t like it.

“Afraid not,” Pike said. “Unless that first officer of yours is married and decided not to tell us.”

Kirk put his hands to his chin in thought, then twisted around in his chair to look first at McCoy, who looked pissed. Well–more pissed than usual. Kirk then looked at Uhura, whose lips were pursed like she was trying not to say something. Sulu was slumped over in defeat and Chekov was stiff in his seat. Rand looked rather like she was trying not to cry. Kirk, finally, twisted around to look at Spock, who was, as always, standing right behind him.

Their eyes met, and an agreement passed between them.

“What if…” Kirk said.

“I suppose it is time,” Spock said.

“Wait, what are you–” Pike started to say, but Kirk shushed him.

“Rand, go get Scotty. Mr. Spock?”

Rand hurried out of the room. In the corner of Kirk’s eye, he could see that Uhura was beginning to smile.
st:tos  kirk/spock  marriage 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
Falling to Pieces - by williamspockspeare
When T’hy’laf, beloved of Surak, was killed, his body brought before the philosopher, Surak did not pursue his murderers.

The Vulcan nobility had not understood. It was customary to destroy that which harmed your ashayam, with as savage reprisal as necessary. Childhood stories still told of those rended in twain by the bereft and grieving, of self-inflicted violence in the face of loss, of the bloody, bloody history that surrounded the death of a Vulcan’s only love.

But Surak, who possessed a love so deep that all others took its name, did nothing.

He sat by his beloved for twenty days and twenty nights. He sang the soft, tearful songs of farewell, asked not for the head of the murderer, but only incense and cool water. With his own hands, like a servant or a child, he cleaned T’hy’laf’s body.

And Spock was of House Surak.

Slowly, trembling, he moved Jim’s legs to lie straight, his arms from their crumpled, awkward splay to rest gently at his sides.

As Spock tended to him, he softly began to sing.
st:tos  kirk/spock  ep-related  fuckordie  grief  whoops  marriage 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
A little bit of grace, (for me and for you) - by WingittoFreedom (Wingittofreedom)
Pike had sent the promised list of dates during which Spock will be expected to supervise the human child the day after their meeting, and it immediately became clear that Spock had been “had,” if he is using the idiom correctly.

“A few days here and there” turns out to be several weeks interspersed throughout the summer.

It also appears that Pike has not left Spock any time to rescind his offer as the first set of dates begin this weekend.

Today is Thursday.

It was a shrewd tactic, Spock admits to himself, relying on Spock’s sense of duty and then giving him no time to think better of it.

Despite having no time to think better of it, Spock is, well, certainly not panicking in the human sense—but were Vulcans prone to ascribing emotional nomenclature to mental states, Spock’s current thought patterns might probably be described as a form of irrational anxiety.

Panic, Spock. Is this an emotional response? asks a voice that comes from the part of his mind where the VSA panel sits.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  pike  tarsus-iv  food  dreams  holidays  party  beach  water  ageplay  reunion  teacher/student  pining  rejection  honesty  taking-it-slow  marriage 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
Oops, I Accidentally Married A Selkie - by fiveainley_ohmy
The tall man removed the coat from his head, brushing his hair smooth. “This belongs to you, I gather?” he asked, holding the coat out to Jim.

Jim’s eyes widened. The man, a non-human with exotic ears, was absolutely beautiful. Dark sleek hair, pronounced cheekbones, firm lips, and deep brown eyes one could drown in.

And this man was now his husband.

“Th-thank you,” Jim stammered, taking the coat back from him. “I’m Jim.”

”Spock. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” said the non-human.

”The pleasure’s all mine,” said Jim, never having felt so besotted in his life. He needed to do something for his new mate. His mate deserved a gift! A token of Jim’s love. “Wait right here!” he exclaimed, running back to his rock. He lifted it, pulling out a wooden box where he hid his treasures. He pulled out the nicest, shiniest, prettiest pebble from his collection.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  fairytale  werethings  marriage 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
everything's made to be broken (i just want you to know who i am) - by gleesquid
“And to Captain Kirk !” said Amanda, abandoning the half-washed plomeeks to throw her hands in the air. “All those years of ‘please don’t imply anything unseemly about our relationship’ and ‘I feel the way for him any first officer would feel for his captain.’ My ass . I may not have gone to fancy space school, but a mother knows.”

“You were completely right,” said Sarek.

“I was completely right! Exactly! The point of all this is that I was completely right.” She went back to scrubbing the plomeeks as Sarek caught Michael’s eye. Michael coughed. Amanda’s eyes shot up. “Are you making fun of me?”

“I would never,” said Sarek.

“Have you ever known Sarek to make fun of anyone?” asked Michael.

Amanda looked back and forth between them. “No ganging up on me. We’re supposed to be ganging up on Spock.”

“I am capable of completing a multitude of tasks at once,” said Sarek and he appreciated Michael’s grin.

Amanda rolled her eyes, but she was smiling a little too. “Do Spock and James have a date yet, Michael?”

It was a testament to the Vulcan attention to detail that Sarek could see the moment every muscle in Michael’s body tensed.

“Well,” she said.

“What is it?” asked Amanda, likely hearing the strain of Michael’s voice. “It’s soon, isn’t it? Oh, no, is it next month? That would be just like Spock to --,”

“Tonight,” said Michael. “Spock told me that he’s getting married tonight.”

A pin could have dropped and even dull human ears would hear it. For a moment, there was only silence.

“Fucking Spock!” Plomeeks flew everywhere. “I can’t fucking believe that he would go and get fucking married tonight and then not tell us! Does he not want us there? Does he hate us? Sarek I understand, but me?”
st:tos  st:dsc  kirk/spock  sarek  amanda  michael  tilly  marriage 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
The Experiment - by IvanW
“Perhaps you are not as fond of me as you believe.” Spock set his PADD down. “Our incompatibility was the cause of our ill-suited date, Jim. No amount of physical release is going to change that.”

Jim tried to hide his disappointment. “You’re turning me down?”

Spock pursed his lips slightly. “I should.”

He blew out a breath. “How about one time then? If it’s just not at all good for you, doesn’t convince you to continue with the experiment, than that’s the end of it. If you do have a good time, then we continue with the experiment.” Jim paused. “For say, three months.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  teacher/student  firsttimes  fuckbuddy  iowa  marriage 
march 2019 by runpunkrun
An Arranged Marriage - by Josselin - Captive Prince
Afterwards his father only remarked, “His features are very fine.”

“I am not marrying him for his features,” said Damen.

“No, you are marrying him for his dowry,” said Theomedes.
cp  au  damen/laurent  marriage 
march 2019 by runpunkrun
RSVP - sonia liao
Conner knew from the beginning that the hardest part would be convincing his parents not to kill each other before the wedding even started.
dcu  tim/kon  marriage  comic 
november 2018 by runpunkrun
janice_lester | Beware Greeks
If there was still a nagging, unsatisfied itch in him when he left her room that evening, having kept her up half her assigned sleep period with mad sex and eventually departed merely because she claimed to need time to shower before reporting for her shift, Kirk didn’t think anything of it. He was horny, it happened.

He did notice that his first officer kept staring at him on the bridge, but merely assumed that he hadn’t quite managed to scrub off the scent of sweat and pussy completely enough to fool a Vulcan nose. No one else seemed to notice anything.

It wasn’t until Spock had him pinned against a bulkhead two minutes after their shift ended with a tongue in his mouth and a finger up his bum that Jim began to think that something a little strange was going on. Fortunately, the bulkhead in question was inside Spock’s quarters, so they weren’t giving any of the crew an eyeful. Unless Uhura was hiding under the bed, of course, which, come to think of it, actually might not suck.

“I shall sodomise you,” Spock said, in between savage, fleeting kisses. “You will experience pleasure.”

Okay, so Vulcan dirty talk was kinda frightening. But it got the job done.

And apparently the shiny alien dudes’ “gift”—whatever they’d done during all that we’re-curious-about-humans medical exam stuff—had involved opening up to Jim the full wondrous vista of gay sex, because he was liking this lustful Spock business a hell of a lot.
st:aos  kirk/spock  firsttimes  mpreg  new-vulcan  marriage 
october 2018 by runpunkrun
The Promise - by coffee666
When they arrived home on Vulcan, it was nearing two in the morning. The sky was darker than Spock recalled, having got used to the Terran moon.

“What about I-Chaya?” Spock asked, stifling a yawn as they walked in the front door. The comforting familiar smell of his home had grown stale in their absence.

“It is too late to get him from the shelter. I will do it tomorrow. For now, you must go to sleep. You have school tomorrow.” Sarek said.

“Yes, Father.”

Spock went to his room and unpacked his backpack. He changed into his sleeping clothes and climbed into bed. It was strangely cold without the sehlat. Spock hear a chime, and realized it was his PADD. He picked it up from the nightstand.

Hey! This is Jim! We just got back about an hour ago. My mom said you guys won’t get to Vulcan until really late tonight, but I wanted to send you this picture anyways. Rosie says hello!

Below the message was a picture of a gentle looking black and white cow. Its muzzle was pink, and it had very small horns on its head. Jim stood beside it, his face pressed to its flank as if it were a pet.

In the private darkness of his room, Spock managed another smile.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  earthside  hotel/motel  meet-as-kids  vulcan  correspondence  iowa  xmas  t'pring  training  drunk  honesty  sleeping/together  pining  cold  cats  bonded  tarsus-iv  breakup  kolinahr  starfleet.edu  masturbation  off-world  marriage  <3 
september 2018 by runpunkrun
You Could Call It Love - by toyhto
“I have been assigned to another position. I am afraid that even as a captain of a starship, you will not be able to challenge that unless the person in question were your legal spouse.”

Jim swallowed. “So, that’s what it would take.”

“A marriage or a bond of same level of commitment is often regarded as a relevant factor in the situations like this,” Spock said and there was absolutely nothing in his voice suggesting that he might have been thinking the same thing than Jim was. “This is very unfortunate, Captain. Perhaps I should now depart from your apartment. I realize it is late and as a human, you require more sleep than I do.”

“No,” he said, “wait. You aren’t going anywhere. Sit down.”

“Excuse me?” Spock said.

“That was an order, Mr. Spock,” Jim said. Spock looked slightly surprised but sat down into the nearest chair which happened to be a very cozy and very soft armchair that almost seemed to swallow Spock. Jim bit his lip as Spock watched him with wide eyes and apparently tried to find a way to sit in a bit more graceful posture. “So. Tell me. Would it make a difference?”

“I wish you would specify your question,” Spock said, but his voice wasn’t so calm anymore now that he was struggling with the armchair.

“Would it make a difference if my spouse was a scientist assigned to work at Headquarters and I told them I'm not leaving without him?”

Spock raised an eyebrow at him. “With a probability of 72.3 percent, yes. But this is highly irrelevant when it comes to our current problem.”

“Well,” he said and wished he had been wearing pants. “Mr. Spock, I trust that you haven’t made plans to marry anyone anytime soon.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  earthside  faking-it  marriage  oblivious  sleeping/together  kissing  firsttimes  fuckordie  vulcan  bonded  telepathy  <3 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
No Vegas Wedding for Us - by ThereBeWhalesHere (Star Trek Reverse Big Bang 2018)
“Bones,” Jim says, not in greeting but in urgency as he lowers himself into the seat across from his friend. The mess hall is busy this close to alpha shift, but the bustle is loud enough Jim doesn't worry they'll be overheard, even as a kaleidoscope of uniforms passes at his periphery. “I need your help.”

Bones looks up from his gravy-slathered biscuits, fork in-hand, and his eyes widen at either the sleep-heavy bags under Jim’s eyes or the expression on his face. Jim can't be sure which.

“I’d say you do,” Bones says, “You're looking a little peaky. Feeling alright?” He reaches for his pocket as if about to pull out a medical scanner, but Jim stops him, a flat hand landing on the table.

“No,” he says. “Well, yes. But no. Listen I —” Well he might as well come out and say it. Not much time before he has to be on the bridge, and he does need Bones’ help. Sometimes he thinks the good doctor might as well be his conscience. Or at the very least his grudging babysitter. So the words fall out: “I asked Spock to marry me last night,” and Jim realizes too late that Bones may misunderstand the whole situation.

Bones seems to freeze from head to fingertips, the only movement the bare widening of his eyes. Jim expects — well, he doesn't know what to expect, but he certainly doesn't expect what actually comes out of his best friend's mouth.

“Oh, well,” Bones says with a sort of ill-suited casual surprise. “You’re moving a little fast but I can't say I'm all that shocked. Congrats, Jim. I suppose I’ll have to congratulate Spock, too. Guess this means I’m stuck with him?” He gives Jim a lopsided little smile, and Jim thinks he looks almost proud.

“No, what —? No,” Jim says quickly, wanting to wipe that pride off Bones’ face before he actually starts to feel it himself. “It’s not like that.”

Bones’ little smile fades, and now he just looks confused. “Jim, there aren’t many ways to interpret a marriage proposal.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  drunk  faking-it  marriage  pining  earthside  meet-the-family  rejection  vegas 
june 2018 by runpunkrun
Blood and Fire - by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill) (H/D Erised 2017)
Harry sat in a plush chair, and Ginny and Pansy shared a sofa, Gin's foot lodging comfortably under her thigh. She grabbed a pickle off the tray of food and munched on it. "Tell us about the dragons, Harry."

He scoffed. "They're dragons. They breathe fire. They're difficult to care for. The end. Tell me about the wedding." He smiled as the pair of them then looked like they'd been simultaneously Lumosed from the inside out as they looked at one another.

Pansy was opening her mouth to speak when their doorbell rang. "Oh, uh..."

"Yes, you'd better..." Ginny said, her eyes a bit wider than seemed natural. Harry felt his insides inexplicably flash cold.

"I'll get that," Pansy said with a trembling little laugh. "Be right back then." She jumped off the couch and clipped away to the front door on her only slightly sensible heels.

"Who else...?" Harry began. "I mean, I thought it was just—"

"Yes, well, you're my best man and all. We only thought it proper to also invite Pansy's." Ginny bit her lip.

"Pansy's," Harry echoed.

But before he could wrap his brain around it, he heard the voices filtering in from the front of the house.
hp  harry/draco  afterthewar  dragons  f/f  marriage  hogwarts  professors 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
Something Smart to Do - by kianspo
“I’m not sure, but I think somewhere in that reference, there was definitely some sexual harassment, sir.”

Pike actually smirks at him. “You weren’t enlisted at the time, genius. But speaking of harassment, how’s Spock? Not a fan of the body art, I take it?”

“Nah, he got rid of his the moment we beamed back. No sense of adventure.”

“Good for him. And for the love of my sanity, would you stop dragging him into those hairbrained schemes of yours? Not that I don’t enjoy watching Komack develop an aneurism every time he reads one of your reports, but I’m the one who has to present them to the Federation Council Starfleet Oversight Committee, the Enterprise being the test case for long-ranged missions and all. And do you know who’s the vice chairman of that committee, Kirk? Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan.”

Jim stills. “Um.”

“Oh yes. Every time I have to explain to him in detail how you had to fake-marry his son, he looks at me like he thinks going back to the time when Vulcans weren’t pacifists might be a good idea.”

“Look, first of all, Spock was onboard this time. And it’s not my fault that every new space race we meet has a grudge against single people. Actually, as a single person, I’m offended by that, but I don’t go around telling alien cultures to mind their own business, I just do my damn job. Spock can damn well suck it up and deal. Er.” He pauses. “Maybe don’t tell Sarek I said that.”

“Oh no, I’ll quote you directly,” Pike promises in a tone that suggests he would do exactly that, the asshole. “Until next time, Captain Kirk.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  faking-it  marriage  bodymod  training  bonded  infirmary  kissing 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
Build Me Up Buttercup - by Spiderlass
Jim had always sort of known that karma would catch up with him one day. After all the shit he’d pulled, he’d have been more surprised if someone up there didn’t eventually go “welp, that’s long enough” and end his streak of good luck.

He’d expected to make it a little longer than twenty, though.

He also hadn’t expected karma to catch up with him in the form of a three-week-old baby girl with pointy ears.

Jim’s mom exhaled loudly for what had to be the eighteenth time at this point. She’d been rubbing her temples, and Jim could’ve sworn that her hair was actually getting greyer by the second.

“Okay,” she started. “Okay. Jimmy.”

“Yes, Mom?”

“Tell me one more time. How, exactly, did you end up with a baby- a baby, mind you, that looks to be half-Vulcan?”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  progeny  single-parent  ep-related  tarsus-iv  new-vulcan  stid  transpoglitch  seeingdouble  emo!spock  fuckordie  st:dsc  michael  timetravel  bonded  firsttimes  size-kink  sybok  amnesia  stb  marriage 
april 2018 by runpunkrun
Captain Of His Soul - by pastmydancingdays
‘Aye,’ Scotty replied, leaning forward on crossed arms. ‘Would you like me to try and – ah – slow things down, sir?’

Jim couldn’t help but grin, noting with a rush of pride how nobody’s expression changed.

‘That’s good of you, Scotty, but no, thanks. I don’t think a few more weeks will make much of a difference – years, maybe, but even I can’t bullshit the Admiralty for that long.’

Sulu smirked, and Chekov outright laughed, and the tension that had built up around the table dissipated. God, Jim loved his crew. He dismissed them all with a lightness in his heart that hadn’t been there when he’d woken, watching them file out after one another until only he, Bones and Spock remained.

‘Nice work on the research, Spock,’ Jim praised, watching him gather up his padd. ‘I really appreciate it.’

‘It was simply my duty, Captain,’ Spock replied, his gaze cast low as he began to brush past Jim.

‘It was above and beyond, and you know it,’ Jim said softly, stepping sideways to intercept him. ‘Thank you.’

Spock hesitated for a moment, their eyes meeting with such intensity that Jim felt breathless, weak beneath that unrelenting, fixated gaze. Then, as if the connection between them had snapped, Spock jerked away, regaining his composure with a stiff incline of his head.

Stay with me, Jim thought, wanting it so keenly that he wondered if Spock might hear him beg for it, wondered if his touch telepathy might extend just that little bit more to catch Jim’s desperate thought from so close. But it wasn’t to be; with a murmured ‘Captain’, Spock turned away, and left without another word. As the doors closed behind him, and with only Bones remaining, Jim allowed his shoulders to slump.

‘Y’all right, kid?’ he asked, eyes that missed nothing flicking over his mournful expression. ‘You don’t look right.’

‘Thanks,’ Jim snorted, leaning back against the conference table with a lingering sense of defeat. ‘It’s nothing, it’s just…’

He nodded towards the doors, his next word spoken on an exhalation that was almost a sigh.

‘Spock.’
st:aos  kirk/spock  kirk&mccoy  pining  oblivious  tarsus-iv  food  dreams  h/c  off-world  captive  telepathy  bodies  bonded  marriage 
april 2018 by runpunkrun
What Happens in Vegas - by sgamadison (Romancing McShep 2018)
The hottest guy on Earth straightened out of his lean and folded his incredibly nice arms over his chest to glare at Rodney. “You don’t remember last night, do you?”

Rodney wiped his mouth and wished he could die. A clammy sweat broke out on his forehead. What in God’s name had he drunk last night? “Um, it might be a little blurry.”

A steel door shut down on the hot guy’s face, even though very little seemed to change in his expression. It was more a hardening of features than anything else. Rodney envied him his self-containment. Everything was there on Rodney’s face for the world to see all the time.

Whatever this guy saw now, he didn’t like it.

“What do you remember?”

“Give me a moment, will you?” Rodney pushed himself back from the toilet. “I’m not my best before coffee.”

A faint smile twitched across the hot guy’s face, almost like an electrical impulse. “So you’ve said.
sga  au  mckay/sheppard  vegas  whoops  marriage  morning-after  goa'uld 
march 2018 by runpunkrun
Slave - by IvanW
At least this guy who’d bought him was gorgeous. And hell wasn’t that a weird thing to think. Bought him.

Well, the older Vulcan had bought him. For this one.

Jim understood he was now the slave of the Prince of Vulcan. He didn’t know much about Vulcans actually. He’d had no reason to know anything about them prior to this.

He’d lived his entire life, which was twenty-two years, in Riverside, Iowa. But then his brother, Sam, went missing. There were rumors the survey ship he had served on had gone missing somewhere in Romulan space.

Sam’s wife, Aurelan, had begged him to go look for Sam for the sake of their son, Peter. Jim had booked passage on a Ferengi Merchant ship. Then they’d come under attack by the Klingons and here Jim was.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  vulcan  royalty  en(sex)slaved  marriage 
january 2018 by runpunkrun
What Makes A Family - by GenericUsername01
“I have unfortunate news,” Spock said. “You are not eligible to adopt Saavik. Vulcan adoptions are closed to all but Vulcan citizens.”

Jim stopped cold. “But I promised her.”

“There are ways around this. Either she must forfeit her citizenship—“ Hell no. Not after everything they did to get it for her. “—or you must become a citizen yourself.”

“And the only way to do that is—“

“—marriage to a Vulcan citizen.”

The implicit, obvious solution hung in the air like an anvil. Jim didn’t dare suggest it. He barely dared to breathe. He couldn’t ask this of Spock. He couldn’t.

“You could marry me,” Spock said finally. “If you wish.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  adoption  progeny  faking-it  marriage  bonded  sleeping/together  new-vulcan  trial 
january 2018 by runpunkrun
Five Times Jim and Spock Melded In Front Of Others - by Bam4Me
Leonard waited until he was sure Spock was distracted with nuzzling into Jim’s soft hair with his cheek, and waved the tricorder over the beat up looking man.

“Yup, he’s completely feral. If what caused it is what I think caused it though, this should wear off in a week. Maybe. I’ve never seen this situation before, you might be stuck with a vulcan attached to you for the rest of your life, I don’t know.”

“Bones!”

“Alright alright, I’m pretty sure that with minimal hypos and in the worst case scenario, going to Vulcan to see a mind adept, he’ll be fine.”

Jim sighed, turning minimally so he could see Uhura, who looked more interested than angry. Jim raised an eyebrow at her and she shrugged. “I want to say I’m numb to this situation, but I’m actually pretty amused. And glad, because he looks like he’s putting a lot of weight on you, and I can hold him up, but will I? Nah.” Okay, she might still be a little drunk from the club before Spock got arrested after his allergic reaction to a drink.

Jim was wondering when their relationship became so functionally dysfunctional, but he feels Spock prodding at his mind, and turned to Leonard. “Bones, let’s go back to the ship, Handsy is trying to cop a feel of my brain.”
st:aos  st:tos  kirk/spock  mind-meld  psi!kirk  bonded  h/c  snuggling  infirmary  marriage 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
To Be Wed - by ThereBeWhalesHere
“Sam?” Spock raised an eyebrow, and Jim nearly winced. He often forgot that to everyone else, Sam’s proper name was ‘George III’, but he kicked himself for having let himself slip now.

“Ah, it’s just a nickname,” Sam explained, giving Spock a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He took his drink from the table, pinky finger streaking the condensation as he raised it, feigning nonchalance. “Although, I suppose if we are to be married,” he continued, “you may as well refer to me as ‘Sam’ too.”

A silence settled over their small group, not due to Sam’s words, but due to his tone. He sounded so sad, so tired, so entirely less than regal, powerless in a way no crown prince should be, as though he had expended any energy he had.

Jim didn’t fail to notice Amanda’s crestfallen look, or Spock’s carefully controlled expression of surprise.

“And while we’re at it,” Jim spoke up, voice much louder than he meant it to be, and containing a kind of levity he hoped didn’t sound fabricated, “you might as well call me Jim. ‘Prince James’ sounds stuffy, doesn’t it?”

Spock turned his eyes back to Jim, seemingly digesting his words, though at least part of his attention was still on Sam, who sipped uncomfortably at his drink.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  royalty  marriage  sam  oblivious  pining 
may 2017 by runpunkrun
Assumptions - by BC_Brynn (Love & Logic #1)
“How much time does he have?” he asked, shuffling toward the doorway.

“Up to a month, according to M’Benga. Fuck if I know,” Bones grumbled, perusing the personal statuses of the crewmembers, even though both he and Jim knew that the effort was redundant.

Jim nodded and took his leave. There was time enough to sit down and think and figure out what the consequences were going to be if he went down that road.

Bones didn’t say a word, which, coming from him, was a blanket endorsement of anything Jim might do, and a tacit promise to patch him up afterwards if needed.
st:aos  kirk/spock  kirk&mccoy  marriage  fuckordie 
may 2017 by runpunkrun
and if they don't dance (well they're no friends of mine) - by KiaraSayre
"You were in the Starfleet Academy Ballet Showcase last year. You had a solo with a guy wearing all blue who jumped around like he was on a trampoline, and your leg got so high I thought for sure you were going to kick your dance partner in the ear."

Nyota had come very close to doing just that in rehearsals, not that she would ever admit that to Kirk. "That is possibly the most asinine description of the Bluebird pas de deux I've ever heard, and it's by definition not a solo if someone else is dancing with you." Then she frowns. "And what were you doing at the ballet, anyway? Please don't say ogling women."

"Of course not," says Kirk, putting a hand to his heart in offense. "Tutus have surprisingly good coverage. I was there to ogle the men. Those tights provide definition."

Nyota rolls her eyes. "What do you want, Captain?"

"We're both off-duty, you know. You can call me Jim."

"What do you want, Kirk?"

Kirk sighs, drooping his shoulders theatrically. "We'll get there eventually. Have you ever done any Aldebari dance? The ones with all the people dancing together?"

"You've just described almost every Aldebari dance," says Nyota. "Ever. Can you be more specific?"

Kirk spins the PADD so it's facing her and slides it across the table. "I can be very specific, actually. I'm here to ask for help - not in any official capacity, just from one person who's a shitty dancer to someone who's actually kind of terrific at it."
st:aos  gen  uhura  kirk  rituals  training  marriage 
march 2017 by runpunkrun
Lovers - by coffee666
The meeting is in the same classroom that the club meets in. The lift stops and Jim rushes to the room. Through the window, he can see Nyota sitting up on a desk talking to someone else.

“Jim! You’re so late!” She scowls at him as he swings the door open and steps in.

He opens his mouth to apologize, when he catches sight of the stranger in the room. They turn towards him, and he takes them in. It’s a professor, in the tight black regulation uniform. His eyes travel up to the pointed ears and shiny black hair.

His breath catches in his throat and his entire body flushes. A Vulcan. His Vulcan.

Jim steps forwards just a fraction of an inch and his boots skid on the puddle of water that’s already accumulated at his feet. Nyota gasps as Jim slides forward. His arms flail wildly. His grip loosens on Gaila’s umbrella. It flies out of his hands as he steadies himself.

Jim reaches out and catches the handle as the pointed end of the umbrella soars towards the professor. The professor’s eyes widen a just a fraction as the umbrella opens, spraying him with a shower of water.

“Shit! Sorry! Are you okay!?” Jim scrambled to close the umbrella.

“Sweet…Surak!” The professor squeezes his eyes shut and wipes at his face.

Jim feels as if all the water on his body freezes. His breath hitches in his throat again as the professor realizes what Jim also knows. His hands slowly pull from his face as if he’s in slow motion. His eyes widen fully now and his dark brown ones look onto Jim’s bright blue.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  soulmates  starfleet.edu  teacher/student  firsttimes  bonded  drunk  vulcan  infirmary  marriage  trial 
february 2017 by runpunkrun
In Harmony - by respoftw
“He’s already married to me,” John said again. “So, you’ll understand why we can’t possibly follow through with this marriage.”

What the - -

“The Colonel ?” Harmony asked, distaste dripping from her voice. “You married a man such as Colonel Sheppard?”

What the - -

John’s fingers dug into his hip and Rodney bit down on a yelp and got with the program. “Yes,” he said, putting his own arm around John’s, “we’ve been married for - oh - how long is it now?”

John smiled into Rodney’s panicked eyes. “It’s been almost six months now, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”
sga  mckay/sheppard  off-world  faking-it  marriage 
february 2017 by runpunkrun
building empires - by dawnstruck - Captive Prince
“Marriage,” Prince Auguste bursts out and everyone stares. He himself looks vaguely surprised as well, as though the words had come out of his mouth of their own volition.

“A marriage between our royal families,” he clarifies anyway, visibly clearing his throat and his head before he continues, “To symbolize the pact between our kingdoms, for generations to come. Not foes, not friends, but family.”

“I have no daughters to offer you,” Theomedes points out, casting a sideways glance at Aleron, “And neither do you, I believe.”

“And a marriage between a prince and a daughter from a noble family would hold significantly less value,” Aleron's brother notes mildly.

Auguste opens his mouth, but for a moment no word comes out. Then he seems to give himself a push.

“My brother is almost of age.”

Everyone stiffens. It is quite obvious that no one had expected this turn of events, that Prince Auguste had come up with this harebrained plan all of his own – and the rest of his family does not appear too enthused about it.
cp  au  damen/laurent  vere  akielos  correspondence  marriage 
december 2016 by runpunkrun
the warp and weft of your being - by tardigradeschool
“Did you recommend me?” Spock asks. He’s purposely making himself hard to read. Jim isn’t sure what he wants to hear, so he just tells the truth.

“No,” he confesses. “Not exactly. I just told Starfleet what a fantastic commander you are. Just the truth.” He decides that I’m happy for you wouldn’t be too convincing and settles on: “You’ll be an amazing captain.”

“That does not change the fact that I do not wish to be one,” Spock says, a little sharpness slipping through. “In fact, I have no intention of leaving this ship.”

Jim feels something loosen slightly in his chest. “You don’t?”

Spock eyes him. “When have I ever indicated a wish to become a captain? My current position suits me, and I am wholly satisfied with my placement on the Enterprise.”

Jim takes a deep breath, lets his PADD drop onto his desk. “I admit, that’s good to hear. But.” He meets Spock’s eyes. “I don’t think Starfleet will take no for an answer. They’re running a little short on qualified captains, and you’re an obvious choice.”

Spock’s jaw tightens. “I have made my wishes clear to them. I prefer the ability to focus on my scientific responsibilities.”

“I’m sorry,” Jim says, and he means it. God, he means it. “I can’t think of anything to keep you from promotion that won’t get you kicked out of Starfleet.”

“Then we are fortunate,” Spock says slowly, “that one of us is quite practiced in Starfleet regulations. I believe I may have… a solution, if we are agreed that my absence from the Enterprise would be regrettable and possibly disastrous.”

Jim squints at him. Spock is getting the look he normally reserves for the moment before trouncing Bones in some squabble. “Spock?”
st:aos  kirk/spock  marriage  faking-it  sleeping/together  off-world  stranded  cold 
december 2016 by runpunkrun
The Young Ones - by Straight_Outta_Hobbiton, notfreyja (Doubt The Stars #11)
Bones is used to Jim’s insanity. He is. If Jim wasn’t actively working, flirting, or drinking, he was doing something that could get him killed.

That’s just the way it is.

Except it isn’t. Not anymore, at least. From the moment Spock decided he liked Jim again, all of that behavior stopped. Leonard doesn’t know what to do with this new, calmer Jim— he’s been dealing with idiot, dying of an STD and/or alcohol poisoning every other day Jim for a while, now. It just makes him anxious, because the other shoe is bound to drop, whether it’s in a year or in ten.

(He thinks it’ll be sooner rather than later, but Jim seems happy, so Bones keeps that thought to himself.)

Spock seems to be aware of Leonard’s distaste for him, which makes life easier and harder. They avoid each other quite efficiently when Jim’s not around, and when Jim is around, Leonard mostly keeps quiet, lest he say something that might be... misconstrued as rude or ungentlemanly.

It’s a mutual agreement to not go out of their way to speak to each other. A mutual, unspoken agreement.

So imagine his surprise when Leonard, on a normal Monday morning, pads into the kitchen to find Spock already seated at the table, calmly reading something on his PADD.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  roommates  gaila  marriage  progeny 
september 2016 by runpunkrun
The Bumpy Road - by KiyoshiTanaka (Baby Bump #2)
Two weeks later, when they were dropping Bump off with Sarek, she saw him and her face brightened. She reached toward him, calling out, “Sa’mkh’al, Sa’mkh’al!”

Jim looked down at their daughter, then glanced at Sarek, then turned to Spock. “Please don’t tell me she just said what I think she said. Please don’t.”

Spock looked at his father. Sarek almost looked smug, so there was no denying that they had all heard the same thing. “I believe she just said sa’mekh’al, although her pronunciation was slightly off, likely due to her age,” Spock replied.

“No,” Jim complained. “That’s not fair! We’re her dads. I gave birth to her. Doesn’t she know her first word is supposed to be ‘dada’ or ‘daddy’ or ‘sa-mekh’? Did it really have to be grandpa?”

Spock did not answer. The illogical irritation he too was feeling would not help Jim at all. Thankfully, Sarek chose not to comment, although he was looking as pleased with himself as Spock had ever seen him.

Jim took Astraea to the bridge that day.
st:aos  kirk/spock  progeny  sarek  marriage  fuckordie  mpreg  starfleet.edu 
august 2016 by runpunkrun
And On the Highway of Regret - by Leloi
“Damnit, kid…” A middle aged brunette with a southern accent and a Starfleet uniform emerged from a nearby room to approach him. “I swear to God the next time you pull a stunt like that I’m going to tie you to your hobgoblin and have him carry you.”

Jim stared up at him in confusion. The southern man’s words made very little sense. “Hobgoblin?”

A door hissed open and a Vulcan in a Starfleet uniform walked in.

“Speak of the devil.” The brunette rolled his eyes. “No one called for you.”

“You did not have to. I knew when he woke.” The Vulcan answered.

“Don’t you have a starship to run?” The man challenged.

“Surely you understand my concern…”

“Why don’t you let me do my job…?”

“And it is my job to…”

“Your job? He nearly died on your watch you green blooded…”

“HEY!” Jim yelled out, grabbing their full attention. His eyes scanned the room. “Where am I? And who are you?”
st:aos  kirk/spock  2ndchildhood  amnesia  sex-work  bodies  h/c  mind-meld  fuckordie  marriage 
july 2016 by runpunkrun
Slithering - by astolat
The snake was still just lying there, its sides moving ever more shallowly. It would go ahead and die on its own, if he just left it there. He could just leave it there.

He shuddered all over again, and then he went and got some milk out of the fridge. He poured it into a saucer, and then he gingerly picked up the snake again and brought its head to the saucer. It stirred a bit, its tongue flickering to the milk, and then it stretched for it and drank a bit. It paused, breathing, and then it drank a bit more. Draco sat down heavily on the nearest stool and watched it, keeping his wand ready, but the snake didn’t seem inclined to leap at him, even as its eyes brightened back up and it finished lapping up the entire saucerful. Even when it was done, it only raised its head and hissed at him in a hopeful sort of way.

Draco stared at it. He slowly reached out to the milk bottle and poured some more in: better milk than him. The snake put its head back down and went back to drinking. It slowly but steadily drank through the entire bottle of milk. Draco was half asleep by then with exhaustion, and while his eyes were half closed the snake moved. He jerked back awake and heart thumping again, but it had only coiled itself tightly round his arm, tucked its head onto the back of his hand, and gone to sleep.
hp  harry/draco  afterthewar  malfoymanor  snakes  clothes  enslaved  honesty  rejection  marriage  hermione  fuckbuddy  teddy 
july 2016 by runpunkrun
The Human Professor - by IvanW
When the Vulcan Science Academy had notified the students that a new professor would be arriving on Vulcan to teach an advanced class on xenobiology, Spock and the other Vulcans had been surprised they would bring in an outsider, but also intrigued.

When they subsequently found out this temporary guest professor was a human their surprise and intrigue had turned to scorn. They would never admit to such an emotion openly, but Spock recognized it, nevertheless.

Most had declared they would not attend a class with a human as an instructor, but then the Academic Board had declared any student who did not take the class would be expelled. The human instructor was said to be an expert on xenobiology and was widely admired by those in the Federation, Vulcans included.

The Science Academy students remained skeptical, especially after learning that the professor was he, himself, young, and had recently attended Starfleet Academy.

Spock stood outside the door of the classroom, deciding on whether he wished to be the first to enter. His fellow students lingered outside, whispering amongst themselves. It was true most of his classmates already viewed him as ab aberration, so being the first to enter the class would hardly give them a lower opinion than they already had of him.

Spock stepped through the doorway.

Sitting behind the desk at the top of the room was a human male, blond head bent, as he held a PADD in his hands. He looked up when he became aware Spock had entered. He wore a pair of black rimmed glasses but even with those on, Spock could see the human’s eyes were a most startling shade of blue.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  vulcan  vsa  professors  teacher/student  firsttimes  bonded  iowa  marriage 
july 2016 by runpunkrun
Love in a Library - by yaoichan12
“I would like to check these books out.” Spock said, his voice making Jim’s insides go all fluttery. Jim kept staring, Wow, he has gorgeous brown eyes—like chocolate. And those ears…so cute! Wait, he said something.

“HowcanIhelpyoutodaysir?” Jim said in a rush, then realized his mistake, licked his lips and corrected himself, “How can I help you today, sir?”

Both of Spock’s eyebrows were raised now, his eyes had glanced down to Jim’s pink lips when he had licked them.

“I said, I would like to check these books out. Is your hearing adequate?”

Jim knew he was blushing as he took the three books from Spock and instructed him to scan his library chip on the sensor on top of the desk. Jim scanned the books and saw that that two books were about dating and relationships for dummies and one on human sexuality. Great, he’s interesting in someone. Someone that obviously isn’t me. Jim then stood, and handed the books back to the Vulcan, who took them back, careful of not touching Jim’s hands.

“Here you go. They are due back May 30. I hope you have a pleasant day.” Jim smiled shyly and said. Spock stared at him for a beat then nodded and turned and walked out of the library. Jim stared at his back as he left, until he had gone out of sight. Jim gave an exaggerated sigh and went to plop down into his seat, but it had rolled back when he had stood and Jim ended up on the floor instead. Yep, today is just not my day. Jim thought from where he lay, sprawled on the floor behind the info desk. He could hear Gaila laughing at him, but he closed his eyes at just wished for the floor to swallow him up.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  civilians  books  vacation  pike  drunk  sick  fuckordie  bonded  mpreg  marriage  progeny  vulcan 
june 2016 by runpunkrun
In the Shadows - by scifishipper
He watched carefully as Spock replaced the gong and paused, seeming to draw a breath before turning around. Jim’s gaze was drawn to his face and his breath stopped, body stiffening in shock. The left side of Spock’s face was deeply scarred, a craggy patchwork of greenish-white burn scars that spread from his jaw to his hairline, around a partially closed eyelid. Some horror had befallen this Vulcan, and for some unfathomable reason, scars remained despite easy to find medical tech that would take them away.

Spock’s dark eyes glared back at Jim as if daring him to react. Jim, with all of his strength, refused to do so, and held the Vulcan’s eyes until Spock finally spoke. “I choose thee, James Tiberius Kirk.” Jim watched the Vulcan speak, his mouth uneven as it moved, skin taut with the lacework of burn scars.

“I accept thee, S’chn T’Gai Spock,” Jim replied, stumbling over the difficult pronunciation despite his repeated practice.

Stiffly, Spock stepped off the dais and returned to Jim’s side. The priestess reached for both of them, splaying her fingers once more on their faces. After a moment, Jim felt the pressure of the meld, a different sensation than before but not unpleasant. It remained when the priestess stepped back and Jim surmised it was the presence of their marriage bond, the kah’ka that Sarek had described to him.

“By the blessing of Sarek, the kal’i’farr is complete. Dif-tor heh smusma,” the priestess said and offered the ta’al. Jim raised his hand to return it. Spock, he noticed, did the same and the priestess left them, with her attendants following closely behind.

Jim heaved a breath and turned to face his new husband, a smile ready on his face. As he turned, Spock also turned, giving Jim his back and speeding away. Jim gaped in surprise.

Behind him, he heard the familiar voice of Ambassador Sarek. “Jim. I apologize for my son’s behavior. Despite his willingness to complete the bonding, he rarely appears in public and cannot tolerate it. I will escort you to your new dwelling.” Sarek extended a robed arm and Jim walked ahead of him, too stunned to speak.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  exodus/exile  vulcan  marriage 
june 2016 by runpunkrun
Baby Talk - by yaoichan12 (ST/Look Who's Talking)
“I am half-Vulcan and my parent’s marriage, especially on Vulcan, is common knowledge.”

“Really, wow. I honestly did not know. So, you’re half-Vulcan?” Jim looked at him through this glasses, clearly interested in Spock’s heritage.

“I am,” Spock replied. He did not enjoy when people prodded about his parentage. He had been ostracized enough about it throughout his life.

Jim smiled big, “That’s amazing. I actually have been meaning to contact the only half-human, half-Vulcan. All I have are the public records of your mother’s pregnancy in science journals.”

Spock quirked an eyebrow, unsure of how this conversation was about to go.

Jim then stopped smiling, his eyes looked concerned, “Shit, I’m sorry. That sounded weird and wrong. It’s not about science or anything. I’m not looking to poke at you or anything. I just…well…” Jim scratched the back of his head and then continued with, “my baby…is half-Vulcan.”

Spock blinked and looked to Jim’s bump before looking back to his blues eyes, “You are bonded to a Vulcan?”

I wish I had properly introduced myself to you before. You could have been mine, Spock illogically thought, feeling, deep down, upset by the knowledge of Jim’s pregnancy.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  fusion  vulcan  civilians  mpreg  single-parent  earthside  telepathy  progeny  marriage  fuckordie 
june 2016 by runpunkrun
Enjoy Life - by Ymas
Bones crashes on the forth night after Jim has regained consciousness, and he crashes hard. He’s finally off shift and he’s drunk too much, but he comes tiptoeing back into Jim’s room in the middle of the night. Jim supposes Bones’ plan was to just sit by his bedside and make sure he’s alright, only he’s awake. And so Jim ends up rubbing circles into Bones’ forearm with his still annoyingly unresponsive fingers and reassuring him again and again that yes, he did everything right because yes, Jim is still very much alive.

Jim wishes for nothing more than that he could share his friends’ burden. But he doesn’t remember anything after his mad dash through engineering with Chekov and he just can’t get himself to feel upset about something he has no memory of. It feels a little like letting Bones and the others down because he can’t relate to what they have been through.

It’s later that same night when he finds out about Spock’s initial reaction to his apparent death. At first, he just can’t believe it and chalks it up to Bones’ alcohol-induced overactive imagination but Bones insists and Jim hasn’t really known him to exaggerate or lie when he’s drunk, only to lose the last of his inhibitions and be even more blunt and straightforward than usual.

So, Spock has totally lost it, apparently. Cried over losing Jim, then hunted down Khan with every intention of killing him barehanded and with no regard for his own safety whatsoever. Jim can barely wrap his head around it.
st:aos  kirk/spock  kirk&mccoy  stid  earthside  starfleet.edu  professors  kissing  dating  taking-it-slow  new-vulcan  t'pring  breakup  pining  masturbation  marriage 
may 2016 by runpunkrun
Destiny - by foreverandeveralone (Destiny Is Illogical #1)
“Spock, come here and say hello to him.”

Spock looked curiously at the newborn baby. It was the first time he saw a baby. He raised an eyebrow when the baby kept on wailing.

“What is his name?”

George smiled.

“Jim. His name’s Jim.”

Spock then raised his hand above the baby’s face, forming the ta’al.

“Hello, Jim.”

Almost immediately, Jim reached out and grabbed onto Spock’s pinky finger. Spock’s eyes widened as he felt a strange jolt of electricity running through his spine, which felt…pleasurable. Jim stopped wailing almost instantly, hands still holding on tightly to Spock’s finger. Spock’s eyes softened as he regarded Jim, making no move to retrieve his hand, unaware of the looks the adults were sending their way.

“Fascinating.” – Sarek murmured, holding his wife closer to him, who was smiling warmly at George. George smiled back and gave Winona a squeeze on her shoulder. The four adults looked fondly at their sons, who were completely unaware of anything around them but themselves.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  iowa  meet-as-kids  school  mccoy  marriage  progeny 
may 2016 by runpunkrun
Inside the River - by yeaka
Finally, he decides if he’s going to spend the rest of his life married to a beautiful stranger, he can at least start it right. He walks forward, at first stiffly, then gaining pace, as though drawn to Spock by magnetic force. He steps up onto the transporter platform, doesn’t stop, and instead leans in—the way he might greet a first date: a kiss on the cheek.

Spock jerks back, leaning at an odd angle to avoid contact with Jim’s lips, and Jim instantly stiffens back up, trying desperately not to turn beet red in front of Bones and Kyle. He hadn’t expected such a sudden movement from Spock’s prior rigidity, and he’s never been spurned so blatantly. He has the distinct urge to apologize, but Spock straightens before he can.

Then Spock offers two tentative fingers, held together. Jim curiously mirrors the gesture, and Spock brings his hand forward, touching their skin as briefly and feather-light as possible.

It’s enough to send a sudden spark of unbridled want up Jim’s spine. For that single millisecond, Jim feels whole in a way he never has before. Things are right, and perfect, and then the warm hold slips from his mind, and he’s simply Jim again, staring blankly at his future husband.

There’s a tiny glint of confusion in Spock’s expression, but he says nothing about the contact. Instead, he turns to look at the far wall, and Jim struggles to regain himself, announcing, “Energize.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  marriage  off-world  shore-leave  beach  taking-it-slow  food  masturbation  sleeping/together  firsttimes  telepathy  bonded 
may 2016 by runpunkrun
raphaela667: my second choice (my best bet)
Her first date with McCoy is a good one: coffee and a museum in San Francisco. She enjoys it, likes talking to him. His humor is honest, but he's never cruel. He’s intelligent. He’s not bad looking. He makes her laugh. He talks about Jim Kirk more than she'd maybe like him to, but maybe that’s what she’s looking for. It’s only been a few weeks, and she still can’t look Kirk in the eye. Might never be able to again.

She only asked Leonard (she's never heard anyone call him that before, but she decides that she will, now) to come with her the day after the ship's gossip got around that the Captain and the First Officer were going home together. And Kirk had told Scotty he didn't plan on getting out of bed all damn week. Why anyone tells Scotty anything, she's never known. Though she suspects Kirk might've wanted that to get around the Fleet.

She'd found McCoy, who she has always liked anyway, and asked if he would spend the next day with her.
st:aos  mccoy/uhura  kirk/spock  uhura  marriage  update 
may 2016 by runpunkrun
raphaela667: Five Times James T. Kirk Didn't Get Married (And One Time He Did)
They woke up together in the morning, and they were too hung-over to deal with any of it, at all, and so they didn’t. They went back to sleep, in the same bed, and woke up, again, in the same bed. They didn’t really talk about it and they didn’t fuck again.

"You think we're really married, somewhere?" Jim said, maybe six weeks later, during exams, exhausted and sober, looking like he hadn't slept in two days. Actually, he might not have. McCoy had forgotten what the room looked like, with how much time he'd been spending in the library.

"It's not on record," McCoy said, and crawled into his bed. Oh, bed. He'd missed bed. Jim looked down at his textbook, and then back up again.

"Wait, you checked?"

"Well, yeah. Needed a divorce kinda quickly if we’d managed to get ourselves actually hitched. You didn’t?"

"You'd have divorced me? Really, Bones? And I thought we had something special going."

"Oh, you're something special, alright," McCoy groaned, and then fell asleep. The last thing he heard was Jim huffing behind him, and something about what good head he gave and how maybe McCoy didn't deserve such an awesome husband.
st:aos  kirk/gaila  kirk/mccoy  kirk/spock  marriage  update 
april 2016 by runpunkrun
suzukiblu: the married by food au
on jakku giving people food freely (i.e. as a gift with no expectation of return) and saying its a gift is how they propose marriage. Giving different food back is how you accept. Rey in the resistance is SO CONFUSED. Why are you all into polygamy resistance people. Everyone is proposing to me. Im flattered general but really jfc where did this come from. I don't even know you random mechanic #6! Oh.... poe/finn... thank you for the apple. Would you like a space potato?
sw  ot3  poe/finn/rey  food  marriage 
april 2016 by runpunkrun
Operation Luxembourg - by kormantic
“Oh my god, you took Diane parasailing,” Boots realized. “You took Diane Grant parasailing. You took Diane parasailing?! How drunk did you get her, Burton?”

“Pretty drunk,” Cathy admitted. “Like, maybe still drunk at the ceremony drunk?” She bunched up her nose and gamely attempted a smile.

“You’re a menace,” Boots sighed, dropping on to the couch.

“It’s not the drunk part that’s the problem, though. Let’s say that I had to spill certain secrets in order to get her to agree to parasail, and that she wasn’t the only one drinking tequila, and so I may have accidentally, a little bit, told her you guys had finally hooked up and were coming to her wedding… together?” She clasped her hands together beseechingly.

“It must be one hell of a secret, seeing as I’m keeping it from myself!" Bruno yelped. "And what do you mean, ‘finally’ hooked up?!”

“I’m supposed to be dating Bruno?” Boots howled.

Bruno smacked Boots in the chest with the back of one broad hand. “Hey, I’m a catch, you shut your stupid face-mouth.”

“Face-mouth?”

“Not my best work,” Bruno shrugged, before pivoting to squint at Cathy.

“You guys, look, I knooooow, but just, listen to me--you should have seen her little face! You could see tiny throbbing cartoon hearts in her eyes, I totally mean it. It could be your wedding gift to her--romance, old friends, true love, all that stuff. I’ll owe you, big time.”
b&b  marriage  faking-it 
april 2016 by runpunkrun
House Proud - by astolat
Harry was about to tell Malfoy just where he could stuff his family line, but Kreacher’s eyes were opening wide as saucers, his ears rising, and he breathed out in tones of ecstasy, “Yes, Master Draco, of course,” like the greatest ambition of his life was to see that Draco Malfoy was properly looked after, and he immediately vanished with a pop.

Draco gave Harry a superior look and swept past him into the dining room. Harry went after him and stopped short, because as Malfoy walked along the length of the room to join the rest of the Slytherins at the other end, the whole room changed around him. It wasn’t a transfiguration; nothing actually changed shape. It was more like—looking through a dirty pane of glass as someone wiped it clean. The heavy curtains shivered themselves out, little rains of dust falling, and suddenly they looked blue instead of grey; they pulled themselves more tightly to the window frames, so more light spilled into the room. A thin line of some sort of tiny bugs went marching out of the long carpet and dived for a crack in the floor, and in the dark corners of the ceiling, Harry could just make out spiders bundling up their webs and rolling away. In the main fireplace the flames roared up bright and crackling, and all the shining lamps and candleabrae came alight. The slouching drowsy portraits on the wall sat up, stretching, and looked down into the room with interest.

The chair at the end of the table pulled itself out, and Draco seated himself with a flourish of the skirts of his robes. He looked down at the table, which abruptly folded off its entire top layer. Harry blinked. He hadn’t even realized there was a cover, the thing was made of perfectly nice wood itself. But underneath, a tabletop of darker wood shone like a mirror, all the lights reflecting in the surface. Plates began appearing along the length of it, cups and saucers and tea service, dainty cakes and perfect little hors d’oeuvres. Draco gave a small approving nod and did take off his gloves, then, putting them down on the table: then Harry blinked, and they’d vanished.

Nobody else really seemed to have noticed; they were all sitting down as the chairs pulled themselves out, starting to help themselves to the food. Harry frowned: he didn’t like Draco coming in and pushing his house around, but it was hard to see how he could go in and make a fuss without looking ridiculous—what was he going to say, stop eating the snacks? Let’s close all the curtains and have the place dark and dismal again? He sat down at the other end of the table and glared at Malfoy down its length, and Draco smirked back at him.
hp  harry/draco  afterthewar  grimmauld  magic  trapped  sleeping/together  elves&fairies  marriage 
march 2016 by runpunkrun
Problem Child - by TDazz
David didn't know who his father was except that his name was Jim and he'd 'abandoned them for Starfleet' and so Starfleet had done the honorable thing and swabbed the kid's mouth and launched a search for a genetic match…

And found it in one Captain James T. Kirk.

And now, in three hours, David Marcus was going to beam aboard the Enterprise to join his father, despite the fact that his father hadn't even known he existed, wanted nothing to do with him, couldn't believe the kid was his, and hadn't the slightest idea how he was going to explain any of this to his lover when he couldn't even explain it to himself.

It just wasn't possible.

Three hours later it still wasn't possible, only now it was happening, whether it was possible or not. Jim stood in the transporter room, watching the beaming pad as Scotty brought the brat into focus. He immediately regretted thinking of the kid as a brat.

He was smaller than Jim thought an eight-year-old would be. Even standing on the platform, he had to tilt his sandy head back to look up at Jim. Skinny arms and legs poked out of too-baggy clothes, over-large ears protruded from under a too-long mop of hair. He hefted his duffle onto his rail-thin shoulder and looked around uncertainly.
st:aos  kirk/spock  progeny  breakup  shore-leave  vacation  forgiveness  marriage  bonded 
march 2016 by runpunkrun
The Morning After - by noodleinabarrel (T'hy'la Big Bang 2016)
Spock was beginning to tire of observing the wide casting of the captain’s perilously loose net and the conflicts collected among its fraying weave. So, when the Enterprise arrived at Risa, an event much anticipated by the crew, their first expedition to the renowned pleasure planet, Spock reviewed the requests for leave. The captain’s usual cohort on shared leaves, Doctor McCoy, was not on the list. He questioned Kirk’s other social companions, Lieutenant Sulu and Lieutenant Commander Scott. Both reported plans that included other members of the crew. Nyota, a frequent confidant of Kirk’s, also expressed no knowledge of the captain’s plans.

Upon the gathering of this information, Spock found it logical to submit a request for leave.

Ten minutes after submitting the request, Spock felt Kirk’s body heat enter his immediate space. “You’re taking shore leave,” the captain's voice intoned with a raised hint of disbelief.
st:aos  kirk/spock  shore-leave  off-world  hotel/motel  sleeping/together  beach  pining  bars  drunk  marriage  bonded  morning-after  dreams  telepathy  friends-to-lovers  <3 
february 2016 by runpunkrun
Please Come Home (I'll Be Home for Christmas) - by AnnaKnitsSpock (Please Come Home #1)
Jim met Spock’s eyes and his face, turbulent and dark, suddenly softened. He slipped from the chair onto the floor and leaned into Spock’s legs, cheek against the bend of his knee. Spock automatically began to thread his fingers in Jim’s hair, feeling the tension in the young man’s muscles seep away under his touch.

“They gave me back the ship,” Jim muttered, “and they gave me the mission.”

“I am gratified.”

Jim lifted his head and stared Spock down. “I’m scared.”

His face was hard, daring Spock to be judgmental or discouraging. Spock ran the back of one finger against Jim’s cheek, traced his eyebrows, one of his sweet round ears.

“I would expect nothing less. Nine months ago you experienced a traumatic death and rebirth, and you are now facing a tremendous amount of responsibility. A temporary loss of confidence is understandable.”

Jim rolled his eyes. In every universe, he hated when Spock comforted him with logic, and yet frequently sought such reassurance anyway. Inefficient, and so very human.
st:aos  kirk/spockprime  kirk/spock  new-vulcan  spockprime  grief  ageplay  breakup  kirkprime  virtualreality  voyeurism/exhibitionism  reunion  bonded  marriage 
january 2016 by runpunkrun
In Need of Advice - by Josselin - Captive Prince (Three Pieces of Advice #2)
There was a small chamber between the two rooms so that both the King and the Consort had his own set of doors and, most importantly, their own locks. The antechamber featured most prominently in comedies in the theater, where cuckolds tended to hide behind the doors in a series of implausible but humorous coincidences. There was no one else hiding in the small space between the two rooms now. Damen hesitated again, and then finally he raised his hand and pushed on the door that led into Laurent's room.

He had a moment, before his hand touched the door, of thinking that the door would be locked, but it was not, and it swung open slowly into Laurent's room, revealing chambers that were a mirror image of his own.

The room was not empty. Laurent stood in the middle of the room, looking curiously over at the doors as they opened, seeing Damen in the doorway. Damen suddenly realized that it would have been more polite to knock, first, even if he had been invited and the door was unlocked.

"Good evening," said Laurent.

"Good evening," said Damen, stepping into the room one pace.

"I did not know if you would actually come; I only know of the custom from the theater."

"In the theater, there would usually be a fat man hiding in the antechamber," said Damen.

Laurent wrinkled his nose. "That seems unpleasant."

Damen did not know what his place was in this room. "Did you send for me only to see if I would come?"

"I suppose I knew that you would come. I sent for you because I wanted to see what happened next."
cp  damen/laurent  marriage  taking-it-slow  akielos 
january 2016 by runpunkrun
What We Don't Say (or The Epic Wedding of Jim and Spock) - by museaway
"Jim, you can't propose to a man while in flagrante," Bones admonishes over a glass of bourbon. "There are ways one has to go about this."

"I wasn't planning on proposing," Jim groans, rubbing his forehead. "It just...slipped out."

"That's not the sort of thing a man accidentally says," Bones tells him. "How did Spock take it?"

Jim covers his face.

"That bad, huh?" Bones asks, and Jim hears him refill both glasses.

"I swear to god, I've never seen him so happy," Jim mutters into his palm.
st:aos  kirk/spock  marriage 
december 2015 by runpunkrun
a sequence that you never learned - by annataylor
“The older a vulcan grows, the more difficult it becomes to form such a link. In addition, these bonds are formed spontaneously upon physical contact. The child’s mind recognizes that of their father or mother and calls out to them. It is not a bond that can be forced.”

Jim deflates, sinking deeper into Spock’s bed. He resists the urge to lie back and burrow himself in the sheets. “So, there’s no solution?”

“You have forgotten the alternative option.” Spock says, his voice even and careful. He’s not looking at Jim anymore; his gaze is stuck somewhere over Jim’s head.

“Right, Vulcan citizenship. How do I apply?” Jim’s pretty sure the process must be a lengthy one—vulcans seem like the type of species to have a tedious application procedure.

“I do not believe application is a viable option,” Spock says, confirming Jim’s thoughts. He pauses then, and it’s a long enough pause that Jim starts to get jittery. His anticipation is only heightened by the nervous look in Spock’s eyes.

Spock inhales, then:

“However, you would be granted Vulcan citizenship immediately if you were to enter into matrimony with one who already possesses citizenship.” The words come out of his mouth quickly, and it takes a moment for Jim’s brain to slow down them down and understand them.
st:aos  kirk/spock  off-world  disability  captive  progeny  adoption  marriage  faking-it  sleeping/together  new-vulcan  mind-meld  breakup  pining  <3 
december 2015 by runpunkrun
Theft of Assets, Destruction of Property - by Helenish
Lucius stuns him, and then holds him down, fingers wrapped across his throat until Draco stops struggling.

“Neville Longbottom took advantage of you,” Lucius says, “and in your innocence, you were too fucking stupid to realize exactly what it meant when he fucked you."

“I wanted it,” Draco tries to say, but his throat hurts too much.

Lucius beats him until Draco agrees that Neville raped him. The next day, he files charges—theft of assets, criminal trespass, destruction of property.
hp  draco/neville  afterthewar  marriage  domestic  magic  food  ot3 
july 2015 by runpunkrun
A Distinct Lack of Glitter - by Persiflager
In a move that made up in simplicity what it lacked in subtlety, Rodney took to haunting the places where he expected John to be. He was doing exactly that, on the pretext of fine-tuning the sensor arrays, when John sauntered out of Woolsey’s office and caught his eye.

“I’m nailing that,” said Rodney, suffused with wonder and pride.

“Yes,” said Chuck patiently. “I know. And I’m sorry, but you’re still not allowed to announce it on the city-wide address system.”

Rodney quickly logged out and went to catch up with John, who was loitering by one of the doors.

“Hey,” said John, starting his saunter again once Rodney fell in line.

“Hey yourself. So, did you tell him?”

John nodded. “Signed a change of quarters form and everything.”

“That’s commitment for you.” Rodney looked John over for signs of panic or other emotional perturbation. He looked like he had that morning - tanned, relaxed, hair still following a different, much less formal dress code than the rest of him. “So, how did he take it?”

John looked puzzled. “He already knew, Rodney. Everyone did. We weren’t exactly secret.”

“Yes, but-” Rodney paused to find a way of saying ‘why aren’t you crying big gay tears of joy like the rest of the club?’ in a way that sounded marginally less homophobic, which proved that the three-hour seminar he’d been forced to sit through (despite trying to claim exemption on the grounds of his long-declared and proven bisexuality) hadn’t been a complete waste of time.
sga  mckay/sheppard  dadt  out  marriage 
july 2015 by runpunkrun
Getting Over Saving the World - by Nattish
“Are you sure you have everything?” Hermione asked, looking at the single floating trunk.

“I have everything I own,” Harry said, which earned him a mournful smile. He imagined he should avoid reminding Ron and Hermione that he’d given up his flat to Ginny over a year ago in their falling out, along with most of his possessions, but he was so very tired of deluding them.

“I know with only a couple weeks to prepare, you haven’t had time to write a lesson plan,” Hermione said, digging in her bag, "so here’s a list of ideas that I went ahead and wrote down for you.”

“Oh, Hermione, you’re too much—”

“—and I know Professor McGonagall saved some of the last professor’s outlines, but if you need anything—”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ll manage.” He plucked the scroll out of her hand.

“Yeah, ‘Mione,” Ron said, putting his arm around her. “Our boy’s all grown up now. Though, the Ministry’s going to be checking up on you, so—you know—no stringing up the students by the ankles!”

Harry shot him his friendliest sod off face, and turned back to Hermione. “I still don’t know how you managed to get me a teaching position as community service.”
hp  harry/draco  afterthewar  hogwarts  professors  drunk  recovery  marriage 
july 2015 by runpunkrun
Before the World Was Made - by daftfear
Potter straightened, studying the ring in his hand, his fingers playing with the band. “So it’s harmless now?” Draco nodded. “How does the spell work? Does it just activate when you put on the ring?” And without waiting for a response, Potter slid the ring onto his left ring finger.

Lips pursed, Draco reached out and plucked the ring from him.

“Again, I don’t know what weddings you’ve attended, Potter,” Draco said, “but there are traditionally two people involved.” Taking Potter’s hand as a means to instruct him, Draco held the ring between his index, middle finger, and thumb. “Like this,” he said, and slid the ring over Potter’s index, then his middle finger, then finally his ring finger.

“Wait what—” Longbottom began, but was cut off by a bursting of fairy song and glittering lights.

A warm glow enveloped Draco and Potter, and tiny sparks of every shade of the rainbow played around them in a swirling wind. From deep within Draco, a heavy thread pulled him forward, his hand gripping Potter’s and Potter gripping back.

When the song and twirling lights dissipated, the pull ebbed, and Draco and Potter released each other as though they’d been handling a baby acromantula.
hp  harry/draco  afterthewar  aurors  marriage  bonded  cursed  forgiveness 
june 2015 by runpunkrun
For All Tomorrows - by obsidienne (The Vulcan Heart #2)
"Spock, even if we don't participate in the bonding ceremony, you'll still go through Pon farr and you're not finding someone else—and you're not letting it kill you," he says firmly when Spock tries to interject. "So, do you want to bond with me or not?"

"I have already indicated my preference to do so," Spock says, eyebrow arched.

"Then stop arguing with me, all right?" As proposals go, this isn't exactly romantic. But at least Spock stops arguing. They are quiet as they continue to the bridge. Inside the turbolift, when they've almost reached the bridge, Spock halts its upward motion. Before Jim can even be confused, the back of Spock's hand is caressing his cheek.

"You are my heart," he says steadily, eyes and voice unwavering as he holds Jim's gaze. "I desire you to be my mate, to bond our minds and our bodies together, as is the way of my people. Do you accept?"

Jim smiles slowly. He grips Spock's tunic and pulls him close. "You know I do," he says, and hopes his is just as steady. Even if it's not, Spock takes the back of his neck, pressing indents as they kiss. Jim is out of breath when they finally separate. He traces his first officer's cheekbone, the line of his ear and back down his jaw, memorizing him until Spock's eyes are glazed with lust. "So," Jim breathes, close to his mouth, "what's this about me being chattel?"

Spock blinks, the confusion and surprise clearing the haze from his eyes. Chuckling, Jim kisses his nose, "You have to explain that, even if I know it's gotta be logical somehow."

Spock's voice is gruff, "It… is not."

Jim grins as he punches the turbolift back into motion while his fiancé struggles to find words. There's still paperwork to fill out, and inevitably more psych evals. Not to mention this whole business about fighting people to the death, but none of that matters. Irreversible and unmatched, that's what they are. And as it turns out, Spock is as romantic as hell.
st:aos  kirk/spock  marriage  bonded  new-vulcan 
january 2015 by runpunkrun
The Ties That Bind - by beederiffic
Stoods halts us in front of a towering wall off one of the communal tunnels and waits patiently for a beat. Three Pingians pass behind us, one making a low growling noise under his breath as he does so. I grit my teeth and pluck the shorts out of my ass once more, because they're at least a size too small and keep wedging themselves firmly up my buttcrack, leaving half each asscheek hanging out the bottom. Like I need to further display any body parts in an outfit like this. Then a double door begins to dissolve into place in front of us, no mechanism clear for how it's triggered, and Stoods begins to lead us into the huge cavern beyond.

“Jamess! My little one.”

Sextus is seated in an ornately-carved throne in what's remarkably similar to my bridge, a wide, busy room full of Pingians working at various stations around him. But they all stop what they're doing, a hush coming over the large room as Sextus stands and makes his way over to us, Stoods and Pake dropping back respectfully. I stand as proudly as I can, aware I barely come up to the collarbone of the shortest Pingian in here, and step out the way as Sextus makes to throw his arms around me.

“No. No hugging. Prime Sen, we need to –”

“My Jamess. Come now, do not be angry with me, hussband. You will forgive me soon enough, yess?”

“I'm not your husband and no, Prime Sen, I can't forgive crimes against –”

“Look at you. Oh, my adored one, look at how exquissite you are for me.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  off-world  captive  en(sex)slaved  marriage  firsttimes  grounded  earthside  therapy  phonesex  iowa  bonded 
january 2015 by runpunkrun
AT THE SAME STARS - by spicyshimmy
‘I said something about you that isn’t on your file but should be, then you’re supposed to say something about me that isn’t on my file but should be,’ James Tiberius said. ‘Obviously.’

It had not been obvious. Without Spock’s knowledge, they had been committed to a ritual that offered no clear rules or structure; furthermore, no indication of the ritual’s commencement had been made until after the point when those rules should have been clarified.

‘James Tiberius Kirk, age sixteen,’ Spock repeated. ‘He does not knock before entering a room.’

‘And steals sweaters.’

‘And takes possession of garments that neither belong to him nor fit him properly.’

James Tiberius nodded, briefly satisfied. ‘That’s better. Maybe you’ll get the hang of it with some practice.’

‘Did you insert yourself into my cabin in order to instruct me in the methodology of this frivolous pastime?’ Spock asked.

‘Uh, it’s called having fun,’ James Tiberius replied. ‘Maybe you’ve never heard of it. I guess that should go on your file, too. “Doesn’t know what fun is.” Seems to me like you’re getting some bad feedback on your personnel file, Spock.’

That had never before been a concern—and it still was not, since James Tiberius’ ‘game’ held no official sway.

‘James Tiberius Kirk,’ Spock said, ‘age sixteen. Experiences difficulty sleeping.’

‘Hey,’ James Tiberius said. ‘That’s a low blow.’
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  tarsus-iv  starfleet.edu  pining  jealousy  teacher/student  correspondence  new-vulcan  reunion  marriage  <3 
october 2014 by runpunkrun
Decimation - by waldorph
Spock gives her that look he sometimes gets like she's making him want to die, just a little. Commit Vulcan seppuku or something.

She grins, rolls her hips a little bit more as she walks and leans over his station (completely legitimately) to look at the readout.

This is what he gets for not looking at her when she first comes on shift. This is what he gets for being a prissy little bitch.

Jane smirks, just a little, and glances at Uhura, who is grinning a little at her console like she knows exactly what Jane's doing and approves.

"Captain--"

"Yes, Commander?" she asks, and then thinks, fucking Klingons before looking away from the readings on Nimbus III to him. It's possible that almost all of her right breast is exposed. Thank fuck for double-sided tape and naturally perky tits, because where she was going to put a bra in this thing...

"Is that--has Starfleet updated the dress code?" he asks, and she has to give him credit for getting the sentence out, even if he doesn't manage to address her face, eyes firmly on the swell of breasts on display. It's okay, they're pretty fucking amaze.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  genderswap:cis  fuckordie  marriage 
july 2014 by runpunkrun
Five Ways Dating Spock Wasn't What Jim Thought It Would Be, and One Way It Was Even Better Than He Thought (or, Not Without My Vulcan: The James Kirk Story) - by feelslikefire
Vulcans are not simply more perfect versions of humans.

This fact should have been self-evident, but for some stupid reason, it wasn't. Maybe it has to do with the fact that Kirk spends the first 6 months of his command fantasizing about Spock instead of actually working up the nerve to make a romantic overture to him. Transitioning from "hating each other's guts" to "friends" to something more takes a lot of work, on both their parts, but it isn't until after they start spending the bulk of their free time together that Jim actually bridges the gap between the theoretical knowledge that Spock is a humanoid alien and truly understanding it.

Spock smells weird, first of all. Before Spock, Jim would typically spend maybe one night with a sex partner, two if he was really lucky, so being able to identify a partner's smell was a non-issue, but once he starts spending more nights in bed with Spock than not, Jim also starts to be able to recognize what Spock smells like... which is somewhere between a musky herbal scent, like tea-leaves, and something else altogether more exotic. Jim likes it. He also likes the discovery that Vulcans do all the same things humans do: urinate, defecate, and best of all, pass gas. The discovery that Spock shaves in the morning (albeit with a lot less frequency than Jim has to) is another source of rapture for Jim, a behavior that Spock doesn't really appreciate. After all, as his long-suffering Vulcan lover points out, Jim's gleeful delight in bodily functions speaks more to Jim's juvenile sense of humor than any actual xenobiological weirdness on Spock's part.
st:aos  kirk/spock  bodies  telepathy  marriage 
july 2014 by runpunkrun
Coming Home - by awarrington
“Do you know why StarFleet has made picking up this Vulcan healer such a priority?” Kirk knew that Spock had been receiving regular updates from Sarek, so if anyone knew, his First would.

There was an infinitesimal pause, and Kirk spotted it right away. In that moment, he knew Spock was going to be evasive and sighed inwardly, anticipating another one of their confrontations.

“I believe, Captain, that surviving Vulcans will have need of many healers in the months to come.”

“Yes but…” Kirk stopped himself, not wanting to say anything that could cause offense by implying he was unconcerned about the fate of Spock’s people. He ran through several responses in his head, discarding each as condescending, incendiary or just plain insensitive. “Can you explain it to me? I don’t understand the urgency – the majority of the survivors weren’t anywhere near Vulcan when…I mean…they weren’t injured.”

“Not physically, Captain.”

He sighed. Pulling teeth must surely be easier. “Then…?” Kirk watched as Spock tensed almost imperceptibly. The subtle body language wasn’t something the average crew member would pick up, but he’d gotten quite good at reading it lately. “Help me out here, Spock,” he pleaded.

Spock looked at his hands clasped in his lap. “I…cannot.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  post-narada  new-in-town  new-vulcan  spockprime  mind-meld  matchmaking  publicsex  water  infirmary  bonded  marriage  threesome  progeny 
july 2014 by runpunkrun
THE MARRYING KIND - by spicyshimmy
‘I’m just saying, the speaker, she was into me,’ Jim later recounted, after a successful diplomatic meeting between members of their vessel and the Andorian Imperial Guard.

‘The Aenar are functionally blind,’ Spock reminded him.

Not an intended slight. Rather an informative prompt, from first officer to captain.

‘Are you suggesting there’s nothing more to me than my good looks, Spock?’ Jim asked.

‘My opinion of your physical appearance has no bearing on the matter.’

‘Spoken like a true diplomat,’ Jim said.

Spock’s reports grew increasingly detailed.

It had been suggested, prior to their mission, that Spock would not make a passable diplomat, much less a true one. Or rather, because he was a true one. His assertion of the Vulcan inability to lie had given an impression of someone unsuited to the delicate proceedings of Federation diplomacy.

But, as Spock had been quick to point out, of the senior officers operating onboard the Enterprise, his particular brand of tempered honesty was still preferable to Doctor McCoy’s often unintelligible pronouncements.

As for the captain, he was a category unto himself.

The Andorian mission proved to be only the first link in a chain of troubling behavior. Jim had always flirted, casting his attention like a wide burst of phaser fire, not altogether choosy about who or what he caught in the stun field. His advances were not often rebuffed and as such he never had cause to examine his conduct for any element that may have seemed unbefitting.

Indeed, as Spock made note of in his most recent report, even those women who had seen fit to choose a spouse before Jim Kirk landed in their lives were not disinclined to return his attention.

Put frankly, which was how it had already been recorded in the first officer’s reports, Jim had not yet been forced to consider the political ramifications of his relaxed and often salacious approach to diplomatic relations.

The arrival of the Enterprise on Delta IV did nothing to change his opinion.
st:aos  kirk/spock  stid  off-world  faking-it  pda  marriage  kissing  sleeping/together  <3 
june 2014 by runpunkrun
THE MARRIAGE OF TRUE MINDS - by spicyshimmy
Prince S'chn T'gai Spock of Vulcan, engaged to Prince James Tiberius Kirk of Earth through an arrangement made by their parents many years ago, writes to his intended on the day of his birth in the interest of diplomacy. Jim is not interested in diplomacy.

FROM: Jim
TO: S'chn T'gai Spock
SUBJECT: It was totally implied.
STARDATE: 2250.06

All right, my bad. I guess I should've assumed that you'd actually WANT to read all that boring stuff. I was giving you an out. Which you didn't take, but you were totally supposed to.

I think it's sweet that you wanna look after me though. Kinda romantic. That's what we're supposed to be doing, I guess.

You're not gonna call me Jim T. Kirk when we're alone together, are you? I don't think I could handle it.

I'm practicing your name.

J
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  royalty  marriage  correspondence  vulcan  amanda  stranded  off-world  earthside 
june 2014 by runpunkrun
A Logical Match - by walkandtalk (A Logical Match 'verse)
Three minutes after reading the debriefing, his communications officer burst into the room, terrifying and stunning.

“Lieutenant, please enter,” Jim said ironically, watching the ominous storm was that was Uhura descend upon his desk.

“Did you read it?” She asked darkly. “Do you understand what this means?” She continued on her rant, not waiting for Kirk to reply. “Every unbonded Vulcan male not on the colony, expected to pair up like Noah’s Ark, despite preference or past or career. The Federation is supporting every measure to accommodate this! Turning Starbases into singles bars for Vulcans! It goes against the Federation Charter, five different Vulcan tenants for self-actualization, and-”

Uhura’s eyes narrowed at Jim’s poorly disguised grin. Single bars for Vulcans? That sounded hilarious. “Permission to speak freely captain.”

“Retroactively granted, Lieutenant,” he said drolly, trying to ruffle Uhura, and failing.

“We can’t let Spock do this.”

“I am not in a position to interfere with Spock’s personal life, Lieutenant. And if memory serves me right, as of four months ago, neither are you.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  matchmaking  new-vulcan  spockprime  oblivious  marriage 
may 2014 by runpunkrun
Harbor - by waldorph
The Federation pardoned Captain Spock.

James T. Kirk is technically on the run.
st:aos  kirk/spock  death  retirement  afterthewar  marriage  domestic 
may 2014 by runpunkrun
The Ambassador's Wife - by waldorph (Illogical (√π233/hy7) #16)
If Amanda had to pick one word to describe Sarek, it would be "genuine."
st:aos  amanda/sarek  amanda  marriage 
april 2014 by runpunkrun
Calibration - by screamlet (A Question of Science #2)
The next morning, they beamed directly to the transporter pad in the New Vulcan central government building where Sarek was waiting for them. Once they had materialized, Kirk promptly threw up on the pad.

"Yes, it took my wife 48 hours to move past the vomiting," Sarek replied in greeting. "Are you able to walk to my residence or shall we --"

"Please, walking," Kirk muttered.

"I recall," Sarek continued as they walked down the main vista of the city, "That due to the vomiting, much of her family believed we had already conceived Spock at the time of the ceremony."

"Earth tradition. Ancient Puritans. Judgmental fucks," Kirk replied.

"Indeed, Captain? Fascinating," Sarek said. "Spock, are you well?"

"I am healthy, Father."

"You sense no side effects of the bond? I should like to have it examined before you return to the ship."

"Jim is clearly not insane, Father --"

"No more than usual, right?" Kirk asked.

"-- therefore, the bond must have been successful."

"Wait, I could have gone insane?"
st:aos  kirk/spock  marriage  bonded  sick  new-vulcan  sarek  <3 
march 2014 by runpunkrun
You are Cordially Invited - by screamlet (Spocktoria series)
The United Federation of Planets invites you to the wedding of His Serene Highness, James Tiberius Kirk, Prince of America, Duke of Iowa, Commander in Starfleet to His Royal Majesty, S'chn T'Gai Spock, King of the United Federation of Planets, Prince of Vulcan, Duke of Shi'Kahr, Duke of Washington, Earl of Seattle.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  royalty  marriage  sybok  t'pring  uhura 
february 2014 by runpunkrun
Subverted Ambitions - by notboldly (notboldly50295)
Pike tapped a small device on his desk, and rapidly blinking lights emerged, forming a hologram in an impressive four colors. The rotating angle made it clear that the image was an object, well-designed and no doubt on the way to construction.

“Is that a ship?”

The ship shimmered tantalizingly for a moment longer, and then Pike switched it off. Curiously, the heavy disk was then handed to Jim.

“Yes. It’s a prototype we’ve been working on for the past eight or nine years. We haven’t had the resources to construct them, not with a large portion of our fleet on border control constantly. But if we ally with the Vulcans…”

Jim felt the weight of the idea in his palm, remembered the holograph clearly, and he swallowed.

“You can make these ships? How many?”

“We have eight planned, maybe more. But Jim, they need captains.”

Jim caught his breath, and he turned the holograph on again, setting it carefully on the edge of the desk. He could see the outline of the saucer section, the forward nacelles three times larger than those in his tiny ship, the body that could hold a crew of dozens, maybe even hundreds.

“Are you offering me a ship?”

“You’re first up, Jim. But…there are some conditions.”

It all made sense, and the holograph ended suddenly, like so many of his dreams. This time, however, Jim refused to just let it escape.

“I’m going to be in one of these marriages, right? To get that ship?”

“That was the plan. You can say “no,” of course; eventually you’ll come up for one of the later ships, but the first five are for the officers who agree to be part of this merger.”

Jim knew why Pike offered the out: he thought Jim was still bitter about his father dying in the latest Vulcan skirmish. While that was true, he was also ambitious, and the stars called to him.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  kirk&mccoy  vulcan  marriage  matchmaking  pre-reform  pining 
february 2014 by runpunkrun
strive seek find yield - by waldorph (Spoctoria #1)
Spock is heir to the Federation throne, Jim is Prince of America because his fucking brother abdicated, and the Klingons are on the verge of blowing shit up--a love story.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  royalty  tarsus-iv  war  sybok  t'pring  pike  mitchell  psi!kirk  marriage  bonded  progeny  <3 
february 2014 by runpunkrun
Bang a Gong - by waketosleep (Star Trek Big Bang 2010)
Jim looked up at the ceiling and swore. Several times. He invented a new word in the process. He'd be proud of that later, maybe, when he wasn't livid and sick with despair.

When he'd recovered some of his cool, he saw that Spock had collapsed on his couch. Jim walked over to him but his reach for Spock's shoulder was stopped with a word.

"Don't." It was a strong, cutting syllable, and not just because it was a contraction. Jim dropped his hand.

"Spock," he said.

"You cannot touch me."

Jim moved to the armchair, near Spock's feet. "Why not?"

"My mental defenses are nearly shattered. My control is tenuous. I can hardly maintain this conversation. You cannot touch me or I will... collapse."

Jim folded his hands in his lap. "Okay," he said. "But let me say that I'm extremely angry and disappointed with you right now."

Spock lifted his head to give Jim a weary, confused look.

Jim stared back patiently, as if Spock were a small child; he understood a little how Spock got off on condescension. "You are literally experiencing a fatal case of blue balls, and you didn't think you could come to me about it? Spock!" He spread his arms wide, illustrating his hurt.

Spock's head dropped back down with a thud. "Jim," he groaned, sounding exhausted.

"I mean," Jim continued, "I could understand it if we hadn't had sex before, but whether we remember it all or not, it happened and you know it. But still, you couldn't take advantage of your Sad Bastards Club membership perks and come to me for assistance."

Spock had squeezed his eyes shut. "Once again, you are grossly oversimplifying the problem."
st:aos  kirk/spock  off-world  ep-related  virtualreality  drunk  friends-to-lovers  captive  fuckordie  new-vulcan  marriage  bonded  <3 
february 2014 by runpunkrun
The Genetic Soap Opera (or, One of the Less Dignified Royal Weddings) - by waketosleep
Bones brought the PADD over and showed Jim a bunch of graphs of medical gibberish. "I ran it four times to be sure--and put up a red flag at Starfleet Medical in the process, but whatever, I've practically got carte blanche for research--and it looks like either you do have diffuse leprosy and I just haven't found it yet, or you're part Vulcan."

"My money's still on leprosy," he added into the ensuing silence.

Spock had frozen with his queen in hand. "Gentlemen, you told me last year that this annual practical joke festival you humans celebrate occurs in April, not January."

"The only thing he's kidding about is me having leprosy, because I don't have it," said Jim absently. His mind was working overtime and Bones was giving him a look of growing horror.

"Huh," Jim said finally, feeling oddly calm. "How about that. It was true."

"What, seriously?" asked Bones.

"What is going on?" Spock demanded.

Jim sat back in his chair. "My grandma Rose told me when I was little that one of my great-great-great grandmas on the Kirk side was Vulcan. I asked my mom and she said it was bullshit." He shrugged. "Mom generally only says things are bullshit when they are, so I believed her."

"Jesus Christ," said Bones.

Jim glanced up at Spock, who was looking down at the table with his head in his hands. He seemed to be massaging his temples. "Are you suggesting that you have Vulcan ancestry?" he asked, his voice muffled.
st:aos  kirk/spock  fuckordie  marriage  <3 
february 2014 by runpunkrun
Denial - by DevilDoll
The radishes are cut into dainty little flowers, but he doesn't bother with them. No matter how pretty they are, they'll still taste like spicy dirt.
sga  sheppard/other  mckay/sheppard  earthside  marriage  reunion  out  angry  jealousy  retirement 
october 2013 by runpunkrun
Soraya Didn't Have To Deal With This - by melonbutterfly
"Can't you see where the hell you're walking?" are the first words Prince Rodney says to Prince John, in French, naturally.

John blinks, taking a moment to recognize the Prince as well as realize yes, he's truly just been addressed very rudely in French. He can't say it happens to him often – or ever before, actually.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't take a break in the middle of the path behind a boulder," he replies mildly. Not in French.
sga  au  mckay/sheppard  royalty  dadt  marriage  hugging  snuggling  dave  sgc 
august 2013 by runpunkrun
sheafrotherdon: June (a Farm in Iowa story)
"We're married," Rodney says, and he's all but vibrating with . . . something. John approaches slow.
sga  au  mckay/sheppard  marriage  domestic  iowa 
june 2013 by runpunkrun
The Honor Thing - by velocitygrass
"It was an honor—"

"What?! No!" Rodney interrupted him. "I don't want to hear any of this crap. We're dying. I know that you've been looking forward to your honorable death, but some of us were quite happy alive and would have gladly retired."
sga  mckay/sheppard  honesty  daedalus  marriage 
june 2013 by runpunkrun
The Journey Home: John's Story - by puddleofgoo (2009 SGA Big Bang)
Last week, the approvals for Elizabeth Weir, Carson Beckett, and Rodney McKay had come in, clearing them of any charges after they had stolen the Jumper and taken back Atlantis.

But not John's.
sga  sheppard/other  mckay/sheppard  earthside  retirement  canada  jeannie  dave  horses  death  madison  progeny  marriage  domestic  h/c  kink 
may 2013 by runpunkrun
Haunted - by azurelupis
He would never admit it out loud, but Rodney was damned glad he hadn't opened those curtains the night before.
sga  au  mckay/sheppard  marriage  progeny  earthside  ghosts  cops  civilians  snow  single-parent  update 
may 2013 by runpunkrun
scarlettandblue: It's a Kind of Magic, but there is absolutely no scientific proof! (sga_santa) [1/2]
When he'd seen the ship they were giving him for the mission he though it was more than likely he was fucked.
sga  au  mckay/sheppard  space  o'neill  marriage  bonded 
january 2013 by runpunkrun
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