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Quarantine - by yaoichan12
They arrived in the lobby and Bones turned and faced his bestie. “Jim, you of all people need to stay inside.”

“It’s been eleven days!”

“And it’s probably going to be another eleven days. Jim, I have a lot to do. I’m sure you’ve got…”

“Finished them,” Jim interrupted. “All my reports. Duty stuff. Data. Paperwork. Done.”

Bones blinked. “Good for you.”



Jim pouted.

“That look doesn’t work on me kid.”

Jim pouted more, sinking his shoulders and looking to the ground.

Bones sighed. “When I get back from work, we can play? Okay?”

Jim nodded. Bones patted him on the shoulder and left. Jim walked back up the stairs and into his apartment. Spock was in the middle of the living room doing yoga. Jim grinned and slunk closer. Spock was in downward dog and Jim just knew if he…

“Do not,” Spock warned.
st:aos  kirk/spock  yorktown  quarantine 
4 days ago by runpunkrun
speff: TELSU
Spock is Vulcan, a concept he struggles with as a child of two worlds. Jim Kirk isn’t sure what he’s supposed to be, he just knows he isn’t his father. Their friendship begins seamlessly, but life catches up to them faster than they can keep up.

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st:aos  kirk/spock  earthside  meet-as-kids  fanart  comic  wip 
8 days ago by runpunkrun
Soul Mates - by redheadedbisexual
Once Bones had finished a rushed examination of the Admiral—arriving at the conclusion that he was exactly who he claimed to be and adding some commentary on how Jim ought to take better care of himself—the party removed themselves to the briefing room. Spock fired a series of questions at the Admiral about the logistics of his plan to locate the Ambassador as they sat waiting for the man in question to arrive. Jim and Bones, meanwhile, quietly conversed with each other.

“What is Starfleet gonna do with this guy?” Bones wondered aloud. “They can hardly handle one of you. And to be honest, I’m surprised you lasted long enough in Starfleet to make admiral; didn’t get yourself killed with one of your dumb stunts, or fired!”

“Your faith in me is overwhelming, Bones” Jim muttered.

Before Bones could counter that the doors to the briefing room slid open to reveal Ambassador Spock.

“Captain,” he began. “I am told you requested—”

The Ambassador was struck speechless as his eyes fell upon the Admiral, seated at the head of the table and adjacent to a younger version of himself. A flood of emotions washed across his face, a sight to see on a man known for his traditional Vulcan stoicism.The room fell silent as the two men gazed at each other, a silence broken only by the single word that unconsciously escaped the Ambassador’s lips.


A moment later, whatever emotion Ambassador Spock had so foolishly allowed himself to display disappeared, replaced by a flush of embarrassment.

“Jim,” he corrected himself. “Admiral, that is. I am…. most surprised to see you.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  spockprime  kirkprime  matchmaking 
11 days ago by runpunkrun
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.


“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.”


“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 
11 days ago by runpunkrun
Life As We Know It - by IvanW / Jesse4Love
Spock put the glass in front of Jim and then sat across from him, where the black pieces were. “You may make your move, Lieutenant.”

Jim nodded and tried to look at the game instead of the insanely hot Vulcan staring at him. It really was ridiculous.

“Tell me about yourself.”

Jim’s gaze flew up to Spock. “Sir?”

“I am curious about you…Jim. Where are you from?”

Jim felt himself turn red. “Earth,” he blurted out.

Spock arched a brow. “Yes. I am aware of that. But where, specifically?”

Jim cleared his throat. “Sorry. Riverside. Iowa. Captain. A-a place quite different than Vulcan.”

“I am sure. And did you always want to be in Starfleet?”

“No.” Jim moved his chess piece and watched as Spock moved his immediately, leaving it once more for him.

After a few moments, Spock said, “Care to elaborate?”


“What you wanted to do rather than Starfleet.”

“Oh. Um. Well. To be honest, Captain, I applied to the Vulcan Science Academy.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  rolereversal 
6 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Fighting Gravity - pantswarrior
As if the guy could feel Jim looking at him, he ducked his head lower, turning it slightly away, which served to obscure his face further behind the shaggy hair. Which only made Jim more curious, and he leaned away from where he was leaning against the wall himself, trying to catch at least a little glimpse of the guy's face. A light breeze gusted past, rustling his hair, but even that didn't do it.

On the other hand, that breeze lifted the hair by his ears just for a second, and Jim's eyes widened.

...Of course, just because he only knew one person with ears like that didn't mean it was him. Hell - there were several entire races he'd met by now with pointed ears. He hadn't even gotten a good look, maybe the ears weren't even really pointed. But the hair was the right color, and he had sounded totally emotionless when he talked...


There was no visible reaction at first, and then the guy turned his head a little further away. That was enough for Jim, and he stepped away from the wall, coming to stand in front of the guy and really get a good look at him. "Spock?" he asked again, but this time it wasn't a question of confirmation - just incredulity.

The dark eyes lifted again, meeting his evenly, if only for a moment. "Kirk," he quietly acknowledged with a curt nod, and then lowered his head again.

Jim just gaped for a second before he could manage to say anything. "What are you doing?"

"I would have assumed you had already guessed," Spock replied, his head still lowered, "seeing as you have given assistance. It is appreciated."

"No, I mean..." And having it confirmed, that Spock was actually begging for credits, almost shocked him speechless again. But not quite. "What are you doing here?"

[the one where Spock's homeless]
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  shore-leave  earthside  roommates  spockprime  mccoy  joanna  sleeping/together  games  drunk  iowa  mind-meld 
6 weeks ago 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 
7 weeks ago by runpunkrun
It's Tradition - by summerofspock
Together, they tottered carefully up the frozen steps and Jim knocked on the door as quickly as possible so he could shove his steadily freezing hand back in the pocket of his coat. The door opened abruptly, the wreath hooked over the top swinging with the swift movement.


“Jim!” Frank said brightly and Jim gave him his best polite smile. The sort of captainly one that got treaties signed.

“Frank, it’s good to see you,” Jim said as his stepdad pushed open the screen door and ushered them inside.

“Your mom’s just making hot toddies. She wanted them ready when you got here.” Frank turned to Spock who was shaking only a little from the cold outside air. “You must be Jim’s boyfriend. Spock, was it?”

Jim’s mouth fell open. He closed it. Boyfriend? He had decidedly not said boyfriend. Not at any point. Nope nope nope.

“I am Spock,” Spock said with a little bow of his head. The tip of his nose was a pinkish green that gave Jim the absurd urge to give it a boop.

Why wasn’t he correcting Frank?

“Let me show you to your room,” Frank said, taking one of their bags and leading them up a staircase and down a hall to another kitschy room decorated like something out of a twenty-first century log cabin. “You’ll be in here,” he said to both of them.
st:aos  kirk/spock  shore-leave  earthside  meet-the-family  whoops  faking-it  sleeping/together  drunk  xmas  oblivious 
11 weeks ago by runpunkrun
All I Want for Christmas is... - by yaoichan12
Jim shook the new crew member’s hand and welcomed them aboard. Along with Grayson-Clarke, they had openings for seven new crew members. Jim always liked to take the time to greet and get to know his new crew members. The one in front of Jim expressed their excitement to be aboard and to be apart of the Enterprise family. As they talked, Jim glanced down the line of new members and saw a human male at the end of the line. Spock was standing close, closer than he would normally stand to someone, and was speaking to him.

“Won’t let you down, Captain,” the member whose hand Jim was shaking finished.

Jim looked back at them and smiled. “Excited to have you aboard.” Jim released their hand and moved down the line, still glancing over to Spock and who he figured was Grayson-Clarke.

When Jim finally made it to the new crew member, Spock had split. Jim looked around then smiled at the lieutenant. “Grayson-Clarke?”

“Yes, Sir,” Lester nodded, standing at attention.

“Nice to meet you.” Jim held his hand out and Lester shook it.

“Nice to meet you as well. I’ve heard so much about the great Captain Kirk. My cousin thinks you hung the stars.” Lester’s eyes widened. “I don’t think I should’ve said that.”

Jim chuckled. “No, its fine. I didn’t hang anything, but I appreciate that your cousin thinks so.”

Lester nodded.

“We’re all glad to have you aboard. I know Commander Spock pushed to have you on the team. Your credentials are top notch.”

“Thank you, Sir. And I’m sure Commander Spock gave me and the other applicants equal consideration.”

“Of course, of course." Jim leaned in and whispered, "but the best person is here.”

Lester ducked his head and nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Lieutenant, I run a tight ship and expect great things from my crew. We’re a family here.”

“Yes, Sir.” Lester snickered. “Sometimes literally family.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  holidays  pining  oblivious  xmas  gifts  matchmaking  off-world  snow 
11 weeks ago by runpunkrun
The Human Professor: Home for the Holidays (2016) - IvanW
Jim tilted his head back and looked up at his husband. “You look good.”

Spock raised an eyebrow. “Thank you.”

“Too bad my stomach is killing me.” Jim groaned. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“I apologize.”


Spock sat down next to Jim and he made to move as though he intended to take Jim into his arms but then stopped when he took in Jim’s gooey ice cream covered face and hands. He even scooted back a little. “I should have been here during your conversation with your mother.”

Jim smirked. “You skipped out on purpose.”

Spock avoided Jim’s gaze. “That was not my intention.”

“It most certainly was. My little lying Vulcan who isn’t supposed to lie. Serves you right, though.”

“What does?”

“We’re going to have an old fashioned Kirk Christmas in Riverside.”

Spock tilted his head. “What exactly is an old fashioned Kirk Christmas?”

Jim shook his head. “Hell if I know.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  holidays  iowa  xmas 
11 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Shadow of a Dragon - by yeaka
Ever ungrateful and insolent to the Vulcan Empire, Jim earns his final sentence. He’s sacrificed to the secret son of an ambassador, locked away deep in the mountains. And things will grow from there.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  vulcan  exodus/exile  fuckordie 
january 2020 by runpunkrun
Pretty Paper (Day Three) - by IvanW
He grabbed up a glass of what Sulu had declared was Holiday Spiced Punch and a plate that contained about a dozen decorated cut-out cookies. “I’m off to my quarters, Bones.”

“You’re going to have a belly ache,” Bones called after him.

“Yeah, yeah.”

He made it back to his quarters without being accosted by anyone and the minute he did, he stuffed a cookie, in the shape of Santa’s boot, into his mouth. He set the punch down and went to his wardrobe to get out of his uniform, munching absently on the cookie. He opened a drawer and discovered a square-shaped box neatly wrapped in shiny red paper with a glossy green bow around it.

Jim pulled it out, smiling. Had to have been Bones, he thought.

There was a tag, well, a folded card anyway, so he lifted it up and saw the words To: Jim From: Spock.
st:aos  kirk/spock  xmas  gifts  clothes 
december 2019 by runpunkrun
The Handmaid of Genius - by ladyblahblah (trek_hc)
Spock has never seen Jim Kirk panic before; he is fascinated to realize that it looks nothing like what he might have anticipated.

Had he attempted to anticipate such an event, he imagines he would have expected a great deal more noise. If there is one thing that Jim has never been, it is low-key. Had Spock been called upon to speculate, he would have said that a panicking Jim would have involved quite a bit of talk, a not-inconsiderable amount of yelling, and what Dr. McCoy refers to as ‘flailing’. The reality, however, is far more disquieting.

When he first hears the news, Jim goes immediately and completely still. For a moment, Spock is concerned that he may have stopped breathing. That concern is allayed, however, when Jim takes in a deep, shuddering breath and nods tightly. He continues to sit, unsettlingly still and quiet, in his chair; only after several minutes have passed does he give a full-body shudder, snapping back to himself.

“Lieutenant Uhura,” he says stiffly, “get me Engineering.”

The problem, Mr. Scott tells them, is fairly simple to explain. All of the replicators are tied in to a central mainframe that tracks and channels the necessary matter conversion as well as logging activation codes and crew rations. It was that mainframe that had suffered a power surge that resulted in a cascading system failure, disabling every last replicator on the ship.
st:aos  kirk/spock  food  tarsus-iv 
december 2019 by runpunkrun
Fuzzy - by yeaka
Jim’s gaze sweeps over Spock, exactly the same as Jim left him several weeks ago on what should’ve been a simple survey mission. Spock’s still in full uniform, his black pants and blue tunic a little wrinkled—nowhere near as bad as anyone else would be. His hair still falls in its usual perfect cut, though it’s grown a little longer, too far down his pointed brows. The biggest difference is the shallow, dark beard growing all along his chin and throat, up around his mouth. Jim’s never seen his first officer with more than the slightest bit of stubble.

He doesn’t stop until he’s so close that Spock’s knees are forced apart. Jim stands right between them, legs brushing the edge of the bed. Jim lifts his hands to Spock’s face, gently thumbs his cheek, and goes in for a kiss.

Spock’s breath is awful. That’s to be expected. Jim loves him anyway. Jim pulls back to murmur, “Welcome home, Commander.”

“Captain,” Spock returns, level and easy, as though he hasn’t been out long enough to grow fur coarse enough to make a Tellarite blush. Jim can’t help raking his fingers through it—it’s just so very different.
st:aos  kirk/spock  grooming 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
Secret Santa (2013) - by IvanW
Five days before Christmas and it was time to start leaving gifts for Spock. Of course he still didn’t even have a gift to give him on actual Christmas day. He’d have to pull off some enormous miracle because they’d long since left the Starbase and there was nowhere else they had been to secure a fifth present.

Entering Spock’s quarters when he knew said Vulcan was not there was probably totally giving it away as to who had his name but fuck it, Jim was beyond caring if Spock knew. He’d know on Christmas when Jim had nothing to give him anyway.

Jim coded in his captain’s code and left the Plomeek soup he’d put together with the Plomeek he’d gotten at the general store on the Starbase. He’d followed some obscure recipe he’d found on line. Had no idea if it was right or if Spock even liked it. It didn’t taste like much of anything to Jim. But Jim figured Spock would be at his quarters any minute and now was the perfect time to leave it. He left a little tag Uhura had included when she’d given him the other Secret Santa stuff that simply read From Santa.
st:aos  kirk/spock  xmas  gifts 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
The Cap'm - by actiaslunaris (VesperRegina)
The Cap’m - They Might Be Giants

Sit beside me at the helm
Yeah, this is what I call the helm
And this button here is the fast-forward button
Did you say
What I think you just said?
My hat look good on me?
I agree -- I agree

Look me over, I'm the cap'm
You act like it's a joke but I don't see you laughing
st:aos  gen  kirk  vid  <3 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
Peer Review - by walkandtalk (Scientific Inquiry #4)
“You have missed four particularly meaningful events in Earth culture for formally declaring your intention for matrimony.”

“I have missed three,” Spock corrected, inadvertently validating Senik’s hypothesis that Spock had researched the topic, although it was unlikely it was as thorough or ongoing as his own, as Senik’s interest in Terran mating habits and Spock’s happiness predated Spock’s own self-interest.

“Four,” Senik insisted. “In order: New Year's Eve, Saint Valentine’s Day, the anniversary of your first meeting, and Jim’s birthday. You are fortunate, as the anniversary of your first official date is approaching.”

Spock frowned. “The anniversary of our first meeting was not between Earth’s New Year and Jim’s birthday.”

“Yes, it was. Stardate 2257.71”

“Point one-oh-six,” Spock objected.

Senik reached over holo emitter where Spock’s visibly affronted face hovered, light years away from Senik’s camp on New Vulcan, and found a PADD. He opened the relevant file and scrolled until he found the entry he was looking for. “You first interacted with a Cadet Kirk on stardate 2257.71,” he declared, satisfied his eidetic memory had not let him down.

“You have that written down,” Spock said, illogically describing the obvious.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  progeny  wip 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
Aluminum - by yeaka
It’s been three days in the cramped quarters of their shuttlecraft, waiting for the Enterprise to realize that something’s wrong and come back to get them. They will eventually, Leonard has every faith in that—Jim would never leave any of his crew to die, especially Leonard and Spock. Sooner or later, that big, beautiful starship will breach the atmosphere, and a rescue team will come down to fix their engines. They’ll be brought safely back aboard, and Leonard will finally, finally get to feed again.

He should’ve topped himself up before he left. That was foolish. He should’ve made sure the shuttlecraft had extra blood packets just in case, but vampirism is so rare amongst Federation species that they’re not part of standard med kits. It’s his own foolish oversights that will kill him, which is especially ironic, given that his condition’s supposed to make him immortal.

He’s slumped in the pilot’s seat of their docked ship, staring out the dust-covered windshield, when Spock ventures from the back, “You know, Doctor, I am perfectly willing to sustain you.”

Leonard snorts. He knows. Spock’s already volunteered twice, and Leonard rejected it both times, because it’s ridiculous.
st:aos  au  spock/mccoy  vampires  off-world  stranded 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
Ownership - by yeaka
He tries to resist, he really does. Relationships have proven nothing but a complication—he isn’t strong enough yet to weather them without having them whittle away what little logic he has. Spock tries so hard to be Vulcan, and non-essential intimacy seems little more than a human luxury he can’t afford. It isn’t a struggle he’ll ever breathe aloud. If his father were to ask, Spock would report that he is fine: he is a fully rational creature, capable of just as successful a relationship as his father held. But privately, Spock knows that isn’t true. He still has so much to learn.

He still has so many weakness, like the way his captain looks at him across the dimmed lights of their bridge in an emergency—just a brief flicker of concern and care that can’t be at all productive. They leave the bridge together, and their hands brush in the turbolift, and that tiny point of contact is enough to leave Spock reeling—his temperature spikes and his breath quickens. Jim cracks a joke in the messhall, and suddenly Spock wants to smile, even though he doesn’t understand the humour in it. He just likes seeing the joy on Jim’s handsome face. What it boils down to in the end is that most of Spock’s failings are all tied up in Jim, and Spock should stay away.

But Spock’s never felt as whole as he does when he’s in Jim’s arms, sharing heady kisses in the dark heat of his quarters. They stumble backwards around his desk, past his console, too lost in each other’s mouths to ask the computer to light the way. They reach Spock’s bed, and they tumble down, by now so intertwined that nothing could possibly tear them apart. Jim’s hands roam Spock’s body, leaving sparks of fire in their wake. Spock shudders for air and breathes, “Jim.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  bed 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
Grossly Undeserved - by summerofspock
Just as the clock hit 8:20 and the more irritated cadets had put away their materials, the door to the classroom whooshed open and the most unkempt man Spock had ever seen stumbled in.

Despite his black professor’s uniform, Spock could not find it in himself to believe this was the highly lauded Professor Kirk, hair a golden mess plastered over his forehead with a lankness that indicated it had not been washed for some time. His wire-rimmed glasses were askew and he somehow gave the appearance of tripping despite moving in a straight line to the desk, coffee cup in hand, each step dribbling the brown liquid over his hand. The man hissed with each drop.

“Sorry, sorry,” the man said, putting his cup down on the desk into a puddle of coffee that had already formed beneath it as he swung his shoulder bag onto the ground and sighed, wiping his hand down his half-zipped uniform absentmindedly.

The room was eerily silent as the man wheeled the squeaking chair out from behind the desk and sat down heavily, in a manner akin to a newborn foal, legs giving out beneath him, splaying in two directions at once. Spock found himself unable to look away.

“Introductions,” the man said. “I’ll start. I’m Jim Kirk and yep, the rumors are true, I’m 26. I prefer Kirk or Jim. Please don’t call me professor. It gives me the heebie jeebies.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  professors  rolereversal  teacher/student 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
I'll Sing While I Simmer - DoctorTrekLock
It turned out that when Spock had told Jim that Vulcans tended toward asexuality outside "mitigating factors," he'd been shifty-eyed for a reason.

"I am going to be generous right now and assume that there was a very good reason why you didn't tell me," Jim said, fighting to keep his voice steady.

And there were the shifty-eyes again, the only tell in Spock's otherwise perfectly Vulcan visage. "I can assure you--"

"Because to me," Jim continued, barreling on, "this seems like the kind of thing one might be expected to tell their partner."


"Oh yes, dear," Jim mimed, "I'm terribly sorry, but I forgot to mention that I have to have sex every seven years. Guess it just slipped my mind." And there went all his calm veneer.

Spock's eyes were dark and perhaps a touch sympathetic. Jim felt a pang in his chest and crossed his arms against the sensation.
st:aos  kirk/spock  asexual  fuckordie 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
Spit - by yeaka
Jim makes a note of telling the computer, “Lock Dr. McCoy’s office doors.” The computer beeps its response, and they all hear the hidden metal clicking into place. Leonard crosses his arms and waits for his doom.

Jim hesitates. That’s another bad sign. Spock stands particularly rigid, hands folded behind his back, eyes on the back of the room. Jim finally starts: “We need you to settle something for us.”

Leonard grunts, “It better be medical.”

“It is.”

Leonard arches a brow. Jim shuffles his feet, clears his throat, and asks, “Is Vulcan semen safe for oral ingestion?”

Leonard blinks. He appreciates Jim’s carefully clinical phrasing, but he’s still horrified. And scandalized. It’s not that bodily fluids irk Leonard. Of course not. He’s a doctor. Spock’s bodily fluids going into Jim’s mouth are a whole other story. Leonard’s brain shuts down out of self-defense, so he doesn’t answer right away.

Jim fills in, “Look, I know you don’t want to hear this, but Spock gets genuinely concerned every time I swallow. But it’s just easier that way, and frankly, I don’t believe there’s anything wrong with it. Unfortunately, you know how the Vulcans are with their propriety. I tried searching this up myself before coming to you, believe me, but I just wasn’t getting anywhere.”

Technically, M’Benga is the Vulcan medical expert aboard the Enterprise. But Leonard understands why Jim wouldn’t have gone to anyone else over this. No one else needs to be haunted by nightmares of the captain and first officer making out like Leonard’s seen. He already knows. He couldn’t not know. He knows them both too well, but at the moment, he really wishes he knew them less.
st:aos  kirk/spock  mccoy  bodies 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
It's All in the Past - by lunaesomnium
The story of how Jim saved Vulcan (and by proxy, like 80% of active Starfleet officers, you're welcome) and may've sort of accidentally landed himself a boyfriend.
st:aos  kirk/spock  post-narada  timetravel  wip 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
Two Very Different Men - by Wingittofreedom
“It’s been six months. Tell me why you haven’t tried to kill me,” Jim snarled, pressing the knife to his First Officer’s throat.

Of course, a phaser would have worked equally well to ensure the Vulcan’s compliance, but steel is more eloquent, and it was important that Jim was understood.

Six months ago, Jim had been assigned a new first officer. Spock. A Vulcan whose record was marked with mysterious deaths, speaking clearly of an ambition and ruthlessness that Jim could admire as well as fear.

Assassination attempts by first officers were common in the Empire after all. And especially on the ISS Enterprise, where privileges and salaries for captains were many and high, so Jim had been on his guard from the first. Spies alert and vigilance doubled—sleeping with one eye open, watching his back down every corridor, waiting for the inevitable attack.

Assassination was how Jim had gotten the job after all.

But this strange new First Officer hadn’t tried to kill him.

Stranger still, there had been no posturing, no threats, no shows of power or intimidation of the sort which were practically routine in the Empire’s fleet.

The Vulcan hadn’t done any of that. Just gone about his business as Science and First Officer, completing assignments, filling out paperwork on time and punishing those who failed to do so with the agonizer.

And watching Jim.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  mirrorverse  soulmates  enemies-to-lovers 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
First Date [Fan Comics] - by mizore
a fan comic of spirk's first date based on The Cleverness of Me by screamlet
st:aos  kirk/spock  dating  fanart  comic 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
the next five years - by museaway
The academy’s engineering division was entirely indoors and kept at a reasonable temperature—a summer’s day back in Scotland. Scotty was usually the first to arrive and the last to leave, surprising a good number of academy employees the first month he'd been with them. They hadn't expected that diligence from a human, though they'd been too reserved to say so. He’d inferred it from the fascinated looks they would cast him from the doorway to his laboratory. Most avoided conversation with him unless it had to do with their work.

He was surprised that morning, three and a half months after his arrival, to switch on the laboratory lights and see a small figure on one of the stools, staring at a tablet in front of her.

“Hello,” Scotty said. He did not expect the young Vulcan to reply. So often they didn't. But she raised her head and with a very clear voice said in Standard, “Hello.”

Scotty set down his bag and mopped his forehead dry. “Not that I mind, but what are you doing in here at this hour? Do your parents work in the building?”

“My uncle.”

“I see. And does he know you're in here?”

She didn't answer, which he took to be a negative response.

“You're welcome to stay, but you should let him know where you are.”

She inclined her head once and got down from the stool, going out into the hallway without another word. Scotty set about his work, looking through the documentation left behind by Ambassador Spock. It was thorough, repeatable, but the majority required advances they hadn't made yet. The bulk of his work here was to reverse engineer technology given to him by someone from another reality. The ambassador had spent the last years of his life dictating everything he remembered, and with a memory that was practically eidetic, what he had documented spanned volumes. Scotty hadn’t been bored for a minute.

He didn’t expect the girl to come back. She signaled her return with a polite cough and he raised his eyes from the tablet in his hands, looking at her down the length of his desk. She was at most eight or nine years old judging by her size, with large, severe eyes and black hair swinging from a ponytail on the back of her head, the way Uhura often wore hers. It was a common hairstyle on Earth, but to see it here was unusual.
st:aos  gen  scotty  new-vulcan  progeny 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
Sequins - by yeaka
Spock doesn’t look up. Jim thrives on attention, so Spock needs to starve him of it. Jim Kirk is responsible for at least three fifths of the current problems in Spock’s day, and it doesn’t look like he’s letting up any time soon. The very fact that he’s sitting on Spock’s worktable is unthinkable. He’s an animal. Worse, he’s shirtless. His chiseled bare chest fills up Spock’s peripherals. He’s still in the tight-fitting leggings Spock designed, even though he arrived at the studio dressed in his own street clothes and he could easily change back whilst waiting for Spock’s adjustments. Instead, he’s flittering around Spock’s meticulously organized workshop in a state of wildly inappropriate undress. He’s already completely decimated the painstaking order of Spock’s mood board and irreparably wrinkled three well-ironed dresses.

The worst offense is simply what he does to Spock’s mind. Spock really is trying to work. He’s trying to concentrate. He spends a large portion of his life trying to be objective and rational in general, as Vulcan as possible, even though he’s chosen a subjective, emotionally-driven field in a Terran-dominated city. He’s made egregious mistakes.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  civilians  clothes 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
cosmic_llin | Vid: Long Live (Star Treks)
Long Live - Taylor Swift

I said remember this moment
In the back of my mind
The time we stood with our shaking hands
The crowds in stands went wild
We were the kings and the queens
And they read off our names
The night you danced like you knew our lives
Would never be the same
You held your head like a hero
On a history book page
It was the end of a decade
But the start of an age
st:aos  st:tos  gen  vid 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
Sweet tooth - by ErRose
The rich smell of chocolate was everywhere. He was sure that during the small amount of time he spent there, the scent would permeate his clothes and hair, needing a deep clean to get it out. After a few moments, however, he was entirely enveloped in the sweet smell, and it faded to the background of the consciousness. To his right was a table with colorful boxes and ribbons- clearly pre-made gifts, ready to be presented with no extra thought. Still, he was shocked by how many choices there were. Flavors in the boxes, patterns on the outside, and hundreds of ribbons made for millions of combinations.

He began to run the numbers through his head, curious now about just how many options he had, and just how overwhelmed he should be. While he thought, he reached a hand out to stroke a piece of gold ribbon. It was so shiny he could almost see his own face reflected back at him, it couldn’t possibly be soft, but when his fingers ran over it, it felt so nice he wanted to pull it up to his face so he could feel it aainst his cheek.

“Oh, hey!” the voice was friendly, not accusatory, and yet Spock couldn’t help but feel as though he had been caught doing something he should not have been doing, and yanked his hand back from the ribbon and clasped it behind his back, “Sorry I didn’t hear you come in. Can I help you with anything?” He turned to address the speaker, to say he was here to buy and gift and leave, and would not require and assistance. However, when they locked eyes, something happened in his brain, though he could not place the symptoms.

The man smiled, setting the whole room in a heavenly glow, his eyes sparkled as he waited for Spock to respond.

Say something, Spock reprimanded himself silently.
st:aos  kirk/spock  food  drunk  kissing 
september 2019 by runpunkrun
"Chimborazo, Cotopaxi had taken my speech away" - by Wingittofreedom
Spending his afternoons and evenings in the fields though meant he and Spock didn't have as much time to spend together, despite the better weather that would’ve made their exploring expeditions more enjoyable.

So it was with great excitement that Jim received news from Aunt Abigail the following Sunday that he could have the day off after church.

Bounding down the single step out the church doors as soon as the service was over into the burning sunshine outside, Jim went so indecently fast that he was sure the good people of Tarsus would worry for his soul.

Let them worry, Jim thought gleefully, sprinting back to his room, stripping out of his stiff Sunday clothes—bowtie, good shoes, suspenders—and pulling on his jeans and t-shirt and then he was out the door again.

Minutes later he was pounding on Spock’s flimsy door and waiting impatiently as he heard Spock call out something in Vulcan that either meant “Hang on, I’ll be right there,” or “Leave me alone, you crazy sonofabitch.”

Apparently it was the former because Spock pulled open the door a moment later, the neat disdain of his expression belied by amusement gleaming in his eyes.

“Come on!” Jim exclaimed, grabbing Spock’s wrist and trying unsuccessfully to yank him out the door.

“Geez, what do you keep in that robe? Your rock collection?” he asked, huffing. “C’mon, I snuck us sandwiches from the Hall—right out from under Hansen’s nose!” Jim persuaded, holding up the purloined sandwiches in their paper bag, still trying to pull a stubbornly unmoving Spock, whose Vulcan density apparently transcended the merely physical and had crossed into the spiritual realm.

“You’re stubborn as hell, you know that?” Jim informed him, dropping his wrist and putting his hands on his hips.

Spock merely gave him a haughty, long-suffering look and then proceeds out the door at his own pace, the bastard.

Jim groaned. Spock was weird like that. He would follow Jim around, but he seemed to like to do it of his own free will rather than being dragged.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  tarsus-iv  meet-as-kids  language  sleeping/together  correspondence  vulcan  rejection 
september 2019 by runpunkrun
beside the river - by couldaughter (space manhattans #4)
A long, tuneless whistle. Jim sighs, rubs the bridge of his nose, sits up straight. Bones has been nagging him about his posture for months, but it’s not really had much of an impact. Jim thinks maybe he was just born to slouch.

“Captain, incoming transmission.”

“On screen, Lieutenant.”

Admiral Thwaites looms large over the bridge. Jim really doesn’t know why the view screen has to be so goddamn huge. He asked Scotty once, and all he got in return was a shrug and a, Fuck if I know, captain . Scotty has a standard answer these days along the same lines, although it’s a little bit more diplomatic.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Admiral?” Jim asks, crossing his ankles, leaning forward on one elbow. “A video call all the way out here, just for little old me?”

“No need to get excited, captain,” says Thwaited. “It’s a simple escort mission. The Karidian Players have asked if they can hitch a ride. Apparently their previous ship was blown up in a skirmish along the edge of the neutral zone.”

What the hell is an acting troupe doing along the neutral zone? Jim knew he wouldn’t get a satisfying answer to that kind of question from an Admiral, but all the same — the thought nagged at him, like a stone in his shoe. The rustle of otherworldly wind through the fields.
st:aos  kirk/spock  tarsus-iv  correspondence  ep-related  kirkprime 
september 2019 by runpunkrun
Captain Spock and His First Officer - by Mylochka
AU image where Spock is captain and Kirk is his first officer.
st:aos  au  gen  rolereversal  fanart 
september 2019 by runpunkrun
Birthday Between - by nerdybloomers
Thanks to having shared a mind meld with both Spocks, James Tiberius Kirk is privy to all sorts of information on Vulcan-friendly date ideas, tips and tricks for the bedroom, and the like. But most importantly, he knows that the other Jim’s birthday is two months away his own, give-or-take. He knew he was a preemie, simply due to the stress on his mother during the Kelvin attack, but now this tidbit is all the more interesting to know.

He’s mostly excited to realize how fortunate he is to have a birthday so close to Spock’s.

And although Spock - his Spock - had also seen the memories of the Ambassador, there’s no way that he’d be able to see this surprise coming. His first officer (and, recently, boyfriend) had his birthday redacted from most Starfleet records, probably to avoid any and all surprise parties, gifting, and well-wishes that are roughly unnecessary to his daily life. But surely a birthday wouldn’t be complete without a little fun, come hell or high water. He just had to set the scene.

The first step is, well, the where. Spock has been lowkey excited (try as he might to not admit it) about stopping for a couple days next to a nebula for analysis. The best place to see it is the observation deck. So when the daily newsletter goes out shipwide saying that the observation deck will be closed on January 5th, Spock is… unenthused.

So much so that he corners Jim in the turbolift, and with his angled brows furrowed in frustration, he asks, “Have I done something undesirable?”

Jim doesn’t know how to react. “What?” He reaches out and stops the lift. For the amount of time he spends in a paused turbolift, maybe he should move his office there. “Babe, what are you talking about?” They were about to head down to the deck, all set up for a romantic post-shift dinner with a nebula backdrop. God help him if he messed this up now.
st:aos  kirk/spock  holidays 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Waking Up and Waking Up and Waking Up in Starbase 16 - by SupposedToBeWriting
Waking up this time was a little more peaceful. Jim felt groggy, though. He was on his side and his eyes cracked open, immediately seeing Spock there. Alive, okay. Jim smiled in his sleep. This might be a neverending nightmare, but I’m never going to get tired of waking up to that face. Slowly, he started to shake the grogginess from his mind and gradually grow more alert.

There were two things that he noticed immediately.

One, Spock was wearing a yellow uniform.

Two, he couldn’t feel any emotion coming from him, though Spock’s eyes were on him nevertheless.

Damn asshole was blocking the bond again. Hadn’t they been through enough already? Jim had no idea how much time had passed. If time even meant anything there. “Hey, jerkwad,” he mumbled against the pillow, “Let me in.”

Spock’s eyes flicked down to Jim, regarding him as Jim still remained on the pillow. He would get up, eventually, but right then, he just wanted to rest. He was pretty sure he had just died because Bones had inadvertently gave him a sedative he was allergic to. He deserved a few more minutes of rest.
st:aos  kirk/spock  bonded  infirmary  dejavu 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
kyliselle: Five Times Kirk said "I love you" and one time Spock said it back (st_xi_kink_meme)
Kirk is asleep, and he has stretched out across the bed to lay his head on Spock's chest. As a result, he has filled 58.9% of the bed. This is 10.7% more than the 48.2% of the bed Spock has calculated Kirk to be entitled to, based on the theory that Kirk comprises 48.2% of the total physical mass of their combined bodies.

Spock is about to pick the human up - Vulcan strength does have its uses - and deposit him back on his rightful 48.2%, when Kirk tucks his cold nose into the juncture of Spock's neck and shoulder.

"I love you," he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.

Spock stills. Kirk's latest movement means he now covers 59.4% of the bed. Illogically, Spock no longer minds.
st:aos  kirk/spock  language 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
The Tree - by 3six12
“You want me to take care of a,” Kirk paused. The pot in his hand, with the thin twig of a plant and its three leaves, was getting heavy. “Of a tree?”

The creature’s eyes closed, its impressive head coming down to almost touch Kirks forehead. Kirk could feel the heat of its breath and was reminded of the summer forests of Iowa, hot and muggy after a thunderstorm. When it opened its mouth to speak, there were no teeth or tongue and the vocalizations that came forth were carefully respoken in Standard by the universal translator.

“It is a sign of good faith. Bring up the young, raise it to the sun, allow it to find strong roots. In doing so, you will find roots with our people and your world will be connected with ours.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  flora  progeny 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Per Aspera - by TheBiFromUNCLE
Jim had gotten hurt. So what else was new? Except it was bad this time. Bad as in Bones didn’t call him a moron when he woke up in the sickbay. Bad as in grounded indefinitely. Bad as he didn’t complain when he was told he had to have someone stay with him while he recuperated. Spock was the logical choice. Reliable, even-headed. Besides, everyone else bar Bones had bolted as soon as they had docked. Uhura had taken a temporary admin job within Starfleet. It was beneath her but translating treaties meeting minutes was exactly the kind of mindless work she wanted. Scotty was overseeing repairs. Chekov and Sulu had filed separately for extended leave, but had left together.

Bones though, Bones had argued and fought and swore and demanded to be Jim’s carer. He was told in no uncertain terms that this would not be allowed. He had been about to tender his resignation when Jim said, quietly, from the sickbay bed ‘Just do what they say Bones’. Later Jim would be able to convince himself that he had imagined the way Bones’ shoulders had slumped, the way he seemed to collapse in on himself. Hallucinating, on account of all the drugs they’d (Bones) been pumping into him to keep him alive. So Bones left too and Jim was sad to see him go, but in a deep, shameful part of himself he was also relieved. Looking at Bones’ face was like staring at an open wound, seeing his own misery and brokenness reflected back at him.

‘Perhaps I would be better suited?’

Spock’s cool, clinical manner directly after McCoy’s outburst made him seem the ideal candidate.
st:aos  kirk/spock  earthside  grounded  roommates  h/c  domestic  grooming  recovery  kissing  firsttimes  <3 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
The Steadfastness of Stars - by itsnatalie
Even from space, Jadis was white. Spock had to channel his revulsion into something more productive.

“Goddamn,” remarked Dr. McCoy, staring through the window of the ship at the faintly glowing planet, scowling. “That looks like a bucket of problems waiting to happen. If you get hypothermia or pneumonia, Jim, I’m not clearing you for duty for weeks. Weeks, do you hear me? Plural.”

“Cheer up, Bones,” said Jim from where he was scanning an information database. Spock was at his right, patiently waiting: he’d already memorized all pertinent sections. “I know somebody from this planet. She’s since become a Starfleet ambassador, she’ll be waiting for us.”

“What exactly is their issue, anyway?” Dr. McCoy was still scowling, and Spock privately agreed with the sentiment.

As Jim was still reading, Spock volunteered, “Their planet has experienced subzero temperatures for a period of over a thousand years, and as such, the way of life of the people of Jadis has become dependent on just this phenomenon. Over the last several weeks, however, the temperatures have begun altering alarmingly, and since they fail to fall within the parameters of observed anomalies, have begun to cause structural and ecological damage to the point of concerning permanence.”

“Their weather is changing? What’s happening?”

“It’s warming up, Bones,” said Jim, flicking through his PADD as they walked; Spock was tempted to take Jim’s shoulder and steer him just so he wouldn’t collide with people or objects. “They might have summer and that might literally be the end of the world for them.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  stb  pining  off-world  snow  chekov  stranded  cold  sick  infirmary  kissing 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Ugh - by yeaka
Sending Spock was the obvious choice. As a Vulcan with rigid discipline, it made sense that he’d hold out the longest and actually make it to sickbay, unlike Rand, wherever she got off to. ...Besides, if Jim had gone himself, he wouldn’t have been exposed to the airborne virus long enough to be fully affected.

...Just long enough to get a bright red nose and a wicked sneezing fit. He rubs his face in his elbow after another involuntary spasm, watching light zoom past the turbolift walls. He’s gone himself, now. No choice; Spock didn’t come back. And clearly today won’t be the day Jim gets to cross ‘sex pollen orgy’ off his bucket list, anyway. He sighs at the thought of the bridge he’s leaving behind—he’s the captain, for goodness sakes; if anyone’s getting up to shenanigans on his ship, he should be at the head of it.

But that didn’t happen, and he can’t just go violating members of his crew whilst still fully sober, even if a giddy pair of half-naked Sulu and Chekov practically stumbled into his lap in their childish antics. He only just managed to get out of his chair in time for Chekov to finally be thrown over it and divested of his pants, Sulu mounting him while Uhura wandered closer to watch. While the doors of the turbolift closed, Jim saw the dopey-grinned helmsman sliding into the giggling navigator, and now Jim’s having to spend the short ride down having to get that pretty cock and prettier ass out of his head. He’s already never going to hear the end of this embarrassing allergy, let alone if he shows up to get it cured with a pre-existing boner.

The doors open, and Jim’s off down the hall, desperately trying not to rub his sore nose or blink his puffy eyes too much—they’re probably red-rimmed. But no one pays him any attention; the few crewmembers he passes are either pinned to the wall or already down on the floor, too lost in the throes of passion to notice the one lonely soul left.
st:aos  kirk/spock  spock/mccoy  aphrodisiacs  allergies  poly 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Package Deal - by yeaka (A Honeycomb Tree #12)
No one says a word to him in the messhall or when he arrives back to sickbay; his secret must be safe. Though it might just be due to the warning glare at anyone who approaches. Full of mashed potatoes and bourbon, Leonard steps through the sliding door of his office. It clicks neatly shut behind him, while he stands in place, his ‘presents’ safely delivered and halting him in his tracks.

Two men, black and blue all over, are sitting on the exam bed in the corner. Their legs are hanging over the side, but they’re turned to one another, their closest hands held and their faces pressed together, forehead to forehead. They’re nuzzling one another like sleeping kittens, communicating with soft hums and short mumbles, eyes half closed, but as soon as the door’s shut, the magic dies. Stiff as boards, they spring apart, straightening out like they were never touching at all. One of them has striking blue eyes that open wide, then fix into something between resignation and ferocity. The other looks dully past Leonard, head subtly inclined downwards.

Slaves. Khan gave him slaves.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  kirk/spock/mccoy  mirrorverse  en(sex)slaved  spanking  threesome 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
The Ties That Bind - by IvanW
I didn’t know how long we were at the bar, but I know Sam drove us home, and I was too wasted to realize how much of a bad idea that was. I didn’t think he was as shit-faced as I was, but I was too shit-faced to realize it one way or another.

By the time the hover car rattled to a stop I was nearly unconscious. Sam had to come to the passenger side and pulled me out.

As he dragged me to the side door, it took us both a moment to realize someone stood there.

Sam stopped dead. “What the—”

I looked up, bleary-eyed. Suddenly my vision swam and I stumbled forward.

“It’s my Vulcan. Spock!”

Everything shifted and tilted and it took probably longer than it should before I realized Spock had scooped me up into his arms. What did they call that? Bridal?

“Are you responsible for this?” Spock demanded of Sam, his voice cold and stony.

“Nope,” Sam said cheerfully. “I think you are.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  stb  pining  earthside  iowa  winona  sam  drunk  meet-the-family 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
I Will Follow You into the Dark - by IvanW
“Is there…what can I do?” Jim took a step closer, close enough to touch Spock, but not doing so. He’d learned earlier on the ship touching Spock when he was like this was not wise.

“You have already done it. I appreciate that you saw my parents settled. And the…elders.”

But not the one Jim had seen get crushed in the cave when they’d gone to rescue them. Spock’s mom had told Jim that he’d been a teacher of Spock’s that Spock had admired. So many gone, so many taken by Nero. His own loss, that of his father, seemed small compared to everything else. There were worse things than growing up without a father. Jim had learned that all too well.

“You-you’re welcome.” He turned away.



“You have received medical attention for your significant injuries?”

He hadn’t. Bones had bugged him, but Jim had put him off. And now Jim needed to shower, dress, and get to the ceremony where they planned to give him a medal for all this. For what, anyway? Not being able to save Vulcan. But Earth, yeah, they still stood on Earth.

“Yeah,” he lied. Because he didn’t feel like saying he hadn’t seen anyone and in the end, in Spock’s current state, he doubted Spock cared as much as he was supposed to, and for some reason, Jim felt like Spock had asked because it was what you were supposed to do for your significant other. If they still were. Which, well, Jim wasn’t even sure about that.

Pike had told him that Spock was offering his resignation. He intended to help establish a colony to rebuild the Vulcan race and anyway, what could Jim say about that? Spock hadn’t even asked him what he’d thought or even mentioned it. He’d heard it from Pike.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  post-narada  earthside  winona  infirmary  honesty 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Illogical Regrets - by IvanW
Spock hadn’t believed T’Pring had survived the destruction of Vulcan, but she had. He’d learned that a year after. She hadn’t been on Vulcan at the time of the destruction. And even then, Spock had assumed she had the preliminary betrothal link they’d been given as children severed. She had always promised she would.

But then the madness came, and he knew then, T’Pring hadn’t severed their link. He’d turned from Nyota to bond with T’Pring, the one chosen for him. While his intention had never been to hurt Nyota, he had no choice but to do his duty. Her tears had not affected him much, as the fever had already started. He had not spoken to Nyota since he’d felt the Plak Tow. And he did not wish to see her or speak with her now.

He thought only of Jim.


Who had just been smiling, brightly, and with all the forgiveness Spock surely did not deserve. Grinning and proving to Spock that he was very much alive and so beautiful Spock’s heart hurt.
st:aos  kirk/spock  fuckordie  ep-related 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
no way but this - by raisinsforsunday
“You smell like him,” Spock croaked. His eyes were tinged with green and his throat was raw.

“Jesus Christ, through the door?”

“Yes, Doctor.” He sat on a narrow bed, wearing a pair of black sweatpants and nothing else. His legs dangled down and he sagged back against the unforgiving white wall at an awkward angle. He supported himself on his elbows, fingers picking at the mattress. “Especially that smell.”

“You gotta let me in there. You’re so dehydrated, your blood’s probably more like molasses at this point.”

“I cannot.” He kicked his feet idly against the bed and he looked painfully young.

“You--” Bones’ heart clenched. “You haven’t eaten since you locked yourself in there. ‘Sides, fever like that? Gonna cause neural damage. Maybe it already has.”

“That is an unfortunate reality of the sickness. Artificially reconstituting my health would be unwise, doctor.” He fixed his gaze squarely on the doctor. Sharp, alien features were exaggerated by a loss of mass, yet his sinewy strength quivered with unspent energy. “I would likely redouble my efforts to-- to attack Jim.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  infirmary  fuckordie 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Goodnight Kisses - by TokyoRose_2006 (Meet the Kirks #2)
“You are wearing my meditation robe,” Spock said evenly.

Jim dropped his hand, then his chin to look down at the garment in question, his face a handsome mask of bemusement and mild concern. “Uh, yeah,” he said, puzzled. “I already packed all of my clothes back up and I forgot when I got out of the shower…” Jim trailed off and raised his eyes, wide and bright, to look up at Spock. “I hope it’s ok?”

Jim’s tone was slightly wounded, the words hesitant. The sound of it was soft and unsure, vulnerable in its timbre in a way that made Spock’s nostrils flare. He was not remotely upset, as Jim’s demeanor seemed to anticipate, but the sight of his mate wrapped in his clothing was causing a deep, primal sense of possession to stir in him; it cast doubt on his ability to completely control his base, Vulcan urge to view Jim as intrinsically his , the object and recipient of all of his crudest desires.

Spock tightened his hands behind his back to resist the urge to run his fingers lewdly across the planes of Jim’s body, cloaked as they were beneath the silky material of his robe. “It is...I have no particular objection.”

“Oh, ok,” Jim said slowly, skepticism etched into the wrinkles of his brow as he frowned lightly at Spock. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Spock replied, perhaps too quickly, as Jim flinched back from the sound of his voice.

“You’re sure?” Jim asked, his voice no longer timid but laden with disbelief.

“I believe I have answered you,” was Spock’s stiff reply.

It took longer than Spock cared to admit to tighten his grip on his desire, all of his focus divided as it was between the look of Jim draped in his robe and the need to bite back the possessive desire the sight was stoking in him. He felt the muscles of his back tense with restraint as Jim raised the hand he had just had outstretched to Spock and touched it lightly to the deep, open v of exposed flesh between the lapels of the robe. Spock watched as Jim’s fingers rested in the hollow of his throat and began a slow descent down his sternum.
st:aos  kirk/spock  earthside  domestic  sharing  clothes  kink 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
corpus_invictus | Five Ways (Star Trek XI Kink Meme)
Five ways Spock says 'I love you' through technical terms.
st:aos  kirk/spock 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Walls Come Down - by TokyoRose_2006 (Meet the Kirks #1)
The final straw, though, had been when Spock had calmly supplied that Ambassador Spock had agreed that Sonak’s staying the year on New Vulcan would undoubtedly be in the boy’s best interest. Jim recalled sharply how angry he had been, how betrayed and blindsided he’d felt. He’d asked the questions that had burned in his chest in angry, rapid barks that he would have regretted under normal circumstances. How could Spock have gone behind his back to make plans for Sonak’s life without him? When had he had the time to make such inquiries? Why hadn’t Spock consulted him first? And how, how had Spock believed that Jim would want to live an entire year without their son, unable to see him, watch him grow, protect him?

Jim, to his credit, had somehow managed to generously concede that the Ambassador, of all clearly guilty parties in this situation, had not only the right to impress his perspective on them as Spock’s counterpart, but a right to voice his opinions on Sonak’s rearing as the boy’s godfather. But even that concession had hurt, as it only seemed to drive home the fact that he felt somehow doubly betrayed by both Spocks, two of the only people in the universe he would turn to in his time of need having consulted each other on such a sensitive and imperative subject without him.

The fight had been one for the Kirk household history books, neither man backing down from his respective points and perspectives. It continued for longer than Jim could remember any of their arguments having lasted before, increasing in ferocity and futility with each passing moment. The fight had ended some hours later with Jim slamming down the pot he’d been aggressively drying for no less than 15 minutes. He had stomped from the house without his communicator, stating in no uncertain terms that he would be back when he got back and leaving Spock green tinged and perplexed, stating that his assertion was redundant, to which Jim responded in even less uncertain terms that Spock could sleep in the guestroom, which he had that night and each night since.
st:aos  kirk/spock  earthside  progeny  angry 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
PsiCygni: Intervene
The mattress shifts. Spock adjusts his pillow. A gentle pull on the blankets as he stretches out on his side.

McCoy waits. It never takes long. And there it is, that dead to the world, perfectly measured cadence of Spock’s breath.

“Mmm, don’t move,” Uhura mumbles. Her hand tightens on McCoy waist and he kisses her forehead, leans further over the side of the bed, his fingers searching.

There it is. He keeps his arm around her, shakes out the afghan, and settles it over them both. Tucks it under her even, so that it’s harder to steal.

She blinks, smiles, and nestles into his chest.

Perfect. Warm. She’s gorgeous. Spock’s gorgeous. McCoy kisses her head again, lets his hand stretch out to rest against Spock’s wrist.

He wakes with Uhura clinging to him, face shoved into his neck, and the mound of Spock ever higher with the additional blanket he’s added to his heap.

She’s shivering. Or maybe that’s him.

“Dammit,” he mutters.
st:aos  spock/uhura/mccoy  poly  sleeping/together  <3 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
I Ran (I Ran So Far Away) - by FandomTrash24601 (Guide Me Home #1)
"James Kirk," James said. Spock fixed his gaze solely on Bones now, nearly making Bones shift uncomfortably.

"Is there anything you can do to restore the captain to his normal state?" Spock asked. Bones sighed, waving his tricorder around as he gestured uselessly.

"I don't know yet. I'm a doctor, dammit, not a magician."

"Wait, I'm the captain?" James said, looking between Bones and Spock. "I'm a Starfleet captain?" Spock dipped his head.

"Yes, you are the captain of the Enterprise, but as you are in no condition to lead at the moment, I am now acting captain." James scoffed and shook his head.

"I call bull," he said. "There's no way in hell you're ever getting me on a 'Fleet ship, much less getting me to be the captain of one. Starfleet's never done anything for me." Bones froze, but Spock seemed totally unaffected by James' words.

In all of his time as Jim's friend, he'd never heard him express clear distaste for Starfleet. He'd never idoled the figureheads, the perfect captains and grinning crews, and he'd certainly been less than pleased with a few of their rules, but Jim had never talked about Starfleet with that tone of bitterness in his voice. After all, if he hated Starfleet so much, why would he ever join it?

"And yet I must 'call bull' on your statement," Spock said. "You are, or indeed will be, the captain of the Enterprise." James scoffed, earning a reprimand from Bones, who was in the process of using the dermal regenerator to heal his injuries.

"Yeah, okay there, Pointy. Show me the proof, and maybe I'll believe you." Even in the short amount of time Bones had known James, he'd changed. He'd gone from panicked, to quiet and reserved, to snarky and rude. The shock of what had happened must be wearing off, Bones thought, and cursed inwardly. Jim was enough trouble as an adult, and as much as Bones wanted to learn those secrets, he really didn't want to deal with a moody teenaged Jim.
st:aos  kirk/spock  2ndchildhood  tarsus-iv  h/c  dreams  crying 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
The Claims We Make - by GrumpyBones (Star Trek Reverse Big Bang)
Jim is in the draft stages of a plan, still choosing between the two equally delightful: Intentionally, wildly, mispronouncing the name of their planetary destination or asking the Vulcan an extremely specific question about a species that doesn't even exist, when he starts the swivel in his chair. He decides, at the last moment, to go with an old favorite.

“Mr. Spock, please scan the area for—” a familiar pain in his neck that twinges at the angle he forces it to stretch in order to see the science station.

Only he doesn't see it. He might, for a second, the visual getting lost in the manual reboot his brain seems to be conducting. There’s a glimpse, a brief one, a preview if you will, that his subconscious seems to hand over with timid restraint. As if the different sections of his mind are passing the photo around with an incredulous, Are you seeing this too?

He blinks a few times, the sight in front of him remaining. He takes a quick glance around the Bridge as a whole where the rest of the crew continue on with their duties. They either refuse to notice or simply don’t care about the sight being presented to the Captain’s right.

He tells himself that his eyes need to return to the viewscreen even as they snap back to the section of skin peeking out between the black pants and the science-blue uniform shirt. The top has ridden up his spine, just so, revealing a glimpse of swirling script inscribed on the olive tinted strip of Spock’s lower back.

Spock has a tattoo, the tone of his inner dialogue missing the mark of simple shock as he swivels the chair back into proper position, a strange sense of hurt rumbling beneath a blanket of pure disbelief, Spock has a tattoo and he didn’t tell me.
st:aos  kirk/spock  bodymod  pining  winona  off-world  infirmary  honesty  bonded 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
keelywolfe: Time Is A River (Years Went By #4)
But it was Jim in standing in front of him. Stripped out of his gold Captain's shirt and just wearing the black undershirt with those tight pants, just the same way he almost always was when they were here in McCoy's quarters and it didn't matter if they were talking or drinking or whose damned birthday it was or had been. Spock he'd be able to ignore or insult, do just about anything to get him to piss off. This was Jim, his best friend, and he'd never been able to ignore Jim, hadn't been able to leave him standing pathetic and alone in a docking bay much less turn away from him now.

Jim, who was standing in the middle of his bedroom, arms crossed over his chest. Still too shadowed to see his face clearly but McCoy certainly recognized his 'determined' stance and groaned mentally, kissing his sweet thoughts of sleeping in goodbye.

"I know that you think I just rush into things, banners blazing and fuck all to thinking things through--" Jim began.

"Your medical records support me on that," McCoy lifted his head enough to interrupt before slumping back into the pillows.

"Be that as it may," Jim continued doggedly, goddamned determined Starfleet captains, anyway. He drifted towards the small collection of photos that graced the single shelf in the room, a few of Joanna, a couple of him and Jim at the academy. He picked one up, fuck if McCoy knew which one, studied in for a long moment before setting it back down. "I did think about this whole thing."

"Jim, do we really have to have this conversation?" Far as McCoy was concerned, he'd had quite enough of chatting around this subject.

"I have had nothing but this conversation for weeks!" Jim spun around, "You don't know how horrible this conversation is until you've had it with a Vulcan so shut up and listen because I am not leaving until you've heard your share of it."
st:aos  kirk/mccoy  kirk/spock/mccoy  poly  negotiation 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
keelywolfe: And Years Went By (Years Went By #1)
Shit, when had he gotten to be such a moony drunk? It was just as well Jim wasn't here to say the same thing, with those pretty, soft lips that weren't going to be wrapped around McCoy's dick this year. Not this year, not again, not when he'd found himself a steady partner. Not that McCoy hadn't already known; he was old and grouchy but that didn't mean he was stupid, thank you. This year he would have sufficed to just have Jim here, maybe a little drunk, a little flirty. Jim was his best friend and, shit, if McCoy hadn't been missing him. Just because a certain pointy-eared —

The door chime startled him, almost sent him sprawling to the floor and that was pathetic enough but the lurch in his chest was worse, wretched little bit of rising hope that it wasn't someone with some health-related question or another that they deemed too personal to risk talking about in Medical, not a chart that he hadn't signed, or something equally pointless. Just now, the only person he wanted on the other side of that door was someone who cared about him.

It was just a fucking shame that the person he got was the one who didn't care about anything at all.
st:aos  kirk/mccoy  kirk/spock  spock/mccoy  kirk/spock/mccoy  drunk  threesome  poly 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
Respite - by ellewrites
Uhura walked back to the table, noting their hands and running her own along Kirk’s shoulders as she headed to the bedroom, throwing a glance back over to him, a clear question there – are you coming? – but she didn’t wait for the answer. Kirk’s smile widened as he looked back to Spock and leaned in to kiss him. Spock complied easily, warm and soft beneath his lips.

Even now, Spock didn’t seem to exactly understand kissing, not growing up with it as it wasn’t a particularly Vulcan way of showing affection, and he was distant even when willing. But over time with what Kirk knew was careful study, Spock had become a very good kisser, even if he was rarely fully present in it.

Kirk pulled away after a moment, releasing Spock’s fingers and tilting his head towards the bedroom with raised brows. Spock nodded and they walked in together where Uhura was tightening her strap-on beneath the short shift dress she wore, the fabric bunched up around her hips, and the vision lit a fire in Kirk’s veins, the first real thing he’d felt since the last time he stood in this bedroom.
st:aos  spock/uhura  kirk/spock/uhura  poly  threesome  depression  pegging  pining 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
The Truth Between - by LeandraLocke
For a few days after the gym incident, things had been - for the lack of a better word - awkward for Jim. Every time he saw Spock, he became aware of not only the thoughts the Vulcan had triggered in him but also the fact that he was very close to having these thoughts again. Without wanting it, he found his gaze lingering on the line of Spock’s lean shape, or the way his black hair was shining in the bright light on the bridge, or the line of his right ear, for a split-second wondering what it would feel like underneath his fingertips. Or he noticed that he was looking at Spock’s lips a little longer than was strictly appropriate, imagining what it would feel like to run a thumb along the bottom one, feel them against his own or - better and worse simultaneously - on various parts of his body.

Jim had thought that finally getting laid again during their last shore leave should have taken the edge off, but the exact opposite happened. And he tried to argue with himself that, maybe, the one night stand had reawakened something in him that had been forced to remain dormant for so long. Like riding a bicycle again for the first time in ages, and then wanting to ride one every day, because riding bicycles was fun.

But there was simply no chance - and no morally acceptable circumstances - for him to ride that particular bicycle (and Jim blamed Bones for making him think in stupid metaphors), so Jim just had to find a different… bicycle. Person. Sometime soon, whenever the chance came up. Because it was just that, he concluded with a firm conviction. Being on this ship with all the blossoming romance, and Chekov being thrown out of someone’s room shirtless (again!), and basically, everyone getting laid but Jim. (He knew that was an exaggeration but didn’t want to admit it to himself).

So, he was being stupid, he concluded, and there was no reason to allow things to become awkward between him and Spock, no reason to not pursue their friendship and play chess together, and no reason to act like Jim would not be able to control his purely physical urges when in Spock’s company.
st:aos  spock/uhura  kirk/spock  oblivious  pining  drunk  depression  breakup  stb  yorktown  firsttimes 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
The Swap - by IvanW
He knew Spock’s code and yet he stared at the panel for so long without doing anything, that Uhura reached over and input it herself. The door opened.

She gently pushed him inside and then followed him in. “Leonard’s right. Something’s definitely going on. Are you sure when the beam up happened you didn’t hit your heard or something? Maybe they threw a rock?”

He shook his head. “No rock.”

She pursed her lips. “Get undressed then. When was the last time you even got some decent sleep? You can meditate after.”

She walked past him to his wardrobe with the familiarity of someone who had been there, in these quarters, dozens of times. Jim supposed she had. He watched her pull out one of Spock’s robes.

“This one’s your favorite one, right?” She smiled as she held it up. “Because it’s soft and your mom gave it to you when you left for the Academy.”

He turned away then, feeling a sting in his eyes. Uhura knew such intimate details of Spock that he would never get to know, no matter how good of friends they were. He never would have guessed Spock had a favorite robe.

“Honey, it’s all right. Jim’s going to recover.” She set the robe on the bed and then came to hug him. “You love him a lot.”

He shook his head and stepped out of her embrace.
st:aos  kirk/spock  bodyswap 
july 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  pike  tarsus-iv  food  dreams  holidays  party  beach  water  age-difference  reunion  teacher/student  pining  rejection  honesty  taking-it-slow  marriage 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
Vulcan, Not Dead. - by Kitty_Kinneas (Star Trek Reverse Big Bang 2019)
“That went well,” Bones said dryly from where he was pretending to wire something in the corner. He didn’t know shit about wiring, but he had to pretend he did in order to stay around. God knew Spock was too efficient to bother keeping him there if he knew he was a doctor and not an engineer.

“Didn’t it?” Jim said, with no suggestion of sarcasm.

Bones frowned at him. “Jim. He turned you down so cold I’m surprised you don’t have frostbite.”

“Oh, please. You don’t watch him hard enough. He was tempted.”

“Oh, and you been watching him that… hard… huh?” Bones asked, smirking.

“Yes. Because we need those codes.”

“Uhuh. Right. The codes. You like him.”

Jim snorted, opening the chocolate bar and taking a bite. He gestured with it. “Please. The guy is like an old lady fussing over her porcelain figures. Everything has to be just right.”

“Yeah, I get that, but… you like a challenge. And you can’t get much more challenging than this one.”

Jim shook his head. “This is all about this job, Bones. We need the ship – we’re gonna get it.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  space  pirates  flirting  bars  casual-sex  honesty 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
Touch of the Mind - by HanaSheralHaminail, ladymars (Star Trek Reverse Big Bang)
“While Vulcan food is technically edible to human, I am sure you will not find our food appetizing,” Spock told him as the other eyed his breakfast.

Jim snorted and rested his chin on his hand as he looked up at him from across the narrow mess hall table. “Y’know, you saying things like that just makes me want to try it out more.”

Jim was stubborn, so Spock relented easily and brought over a bowl of plomeek soup for him. His expression did not change as Jim experienced a whole range of emotions as he ate a spoonful of the soup.

“That tasted like hot, sticky seaweed juice,” Jim muttered as he poked at the bowl of green liquid with his spoon.

“I warned you that Vulcan food would not be appetizing to you,” Spock said as Jim took another spoonful despite the past and now present disgust in his face.

“It’s not that bad,” Jim insisted, though his strained demeanor said otherwise. Why the Captain was putting himself through this was beyond Spock’s scope of knowledge. He usually ate breakfast by himself in his ready room, stopping by the mess hall early and briefly to avoid the crowd and have a moment to himself before arriving at the bridge. The change in schedule did not make sense, but many things about the Captain did not make sense, thus Spock attributed Jim’s newfound curiosity for Vulcan cuisine to that.

Jim added several shakes of the saltshaker to his soup before taking the next bite, seeming more at ease this time. “We should eat breakfast together more often. Maybe you can try out Earth breakfast food. Try out scrambled eggs and bacon.”

“I would find that agreeable,” Spock said. It would be good to debrief before they arrived at the bridge, strategically sound. “But I do not eat meat.”

Jim grinned at the simple answer and nudged Spock’s shoe with his foot. “Tofu bacon then.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  flirting  oblivious  food  language  off-world  telepathy  mind-meld 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
"Courage, dear heart." - by WingittoFreedom (Wingittofreedom)
And James T. Kirk is loud—that inalterable fact doesn’t change—is downright boisterous when he shows Spock into his quarters and offers him tea.

But, it turns out, James T. Kirk can also be quiet.

Quiet in the way he sets a teacup by Spock’s hand, filled with cha’al, Spock’s favorite tea, and gives him a smile that isn’t shy but is tinged with something like shyness.

Quiet in the way he examines the board, his thumb rubbing against his chin and the occasional hum escaping his lips as he considers his next move.

Quiet in the steady, sure way that he handles the chess pieces and the soft clinks they make when he sets them down or uses them to capture Spock’s pieces.

As they play, the gentle clicking soon has Spock’s mind unspooling into calm and then, to Spock’s surprise, into tingles of pleasure.

If Jim notices his abstraction though, he doesn’t say anything and they continue to play until Spock tips Jim’s king, and Jim grins at him and asks for a rematch.

After that, playing chess with Jim Kirk quickly becomes Spock’s favorite source of relaxation, his favorite source of the pleasurable sensations that calm his mind and turn it into a snow globe—and he soon begins seeking out these games whenever Jim is available.

Perhaps because of Spock’s eagerness, or Jim’s bemused willingness to accommodate him, chess games after shift quickly turn into catching up on paperwork together, eating meals together, or simply being in the same room together—Jim turning the pages of the paperback novels he secretly loves to read while Spock pretends to examine his PADD, his mind dissolving into starbursts at the sound of Jim’s hands brushing, turning and handling the pages of his book.
st:aos  kirk/spock  spock  post-narada  asexual  h/c  sleeping/together 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
There's Only One Bed - by Speff
Spirk Fancomic (One-Shot, 7 pgs)

On an easy first contact mission, a misunderstanding results in Captain and Commander sharing a bed for the night.

Content Warning: Bed Sharing, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love.
st:aos  kirk/spock  comic  fanart  off-world  sleeping/together  <3 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
How to Relax a Vulcan in 3 Steps or Less - by Stella_Delilah
The beautiful man from the strip club, the one who Spock could have spent many more hours lying beside, the one who had invaded his daydreams and nightmares, stood before him. Cap’s eyes were wide. He blinked once and suddenly clutched his book tighter to his chest, seeming to shrink in on himself. Spock stared back at him.


“HimynameisJimKirkandIwanttobeyourfriend!” The man exclaimed. He squeezed his eyes shut and shoved his hand out in the ta’al. Something about the gesture felt more like a peace offering than a greeting.

“I’m sorry,” Spock said, and the man’s face fell. “I didn’t catch your-- your name.” The words ‘real name’ had almost slipped from his mouth. He didn’t know how the other might take that phrase.

“Jim,” the blonde said. He took a deep breath in again and opened his eyes. “James Kirk. Everyone calls me Jim. I mean in real life, not at a club. Can I come in?” He pushed past Spock without asking. Spock blinked. Pulling the door shut behind him, he whirled to see Jim sitting on the couch tensely clutching at his books.
st:aos  kirk/spock  stripping  sex-work  teacher/student 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
keelywolfe: This Rebellious Nature
A large crate crashed explosively to the ground, narrowly missing several of the workers as it burst open and cast various pieces of equipment in all directions. As he watched, a large gear rolled to Spock's feet and came to a stop inches from his boots.

One of the workers stalked towards him, cursing vulgarly and he snatched up parts as he walked, "Fucking idiots," he muttered, "Can't even figure out weights—hey, you okay?"

It took Spock a moment to realize the Human was addressing him and he looked up, lips opening to say he was unhurt. Blue eyes, nearly the same color as the sky above them, shining with concern out of a sweaty face. He had no experience in gauging the ages of Humans but this one seemed young, perhaps not much younger than he himself.

The human frowned, tugging his gloves off and slapping them on the bench next to Spock as he crouched in front of him.

"Are you hurt? I didn't think any of the pieces came this far but—"

"I am uninjured," Spock broke in, abruptly realizing that he had not answered the Human's first imprecise question.

The grin that curved the Human's face was disturbing, such a blatant show of emotion, as was the...relief? It was difficult to discern.
st:aos  kirk/spock  earthside  iowa  casual-sex 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
keelywolfe: Universal Translation
It had only been a minor detail, a calculation on the time frame it would take for the Enterprise to arrive at their next destination. He had expected Kirk to lean over him to look at his console, had braced himself against the light scrape of a fingertip or worse, a hand against him but he couldn't have prepared himself for the searing contact of a cheek touching his own. Only just brushing Spock's as he leaned in, the briefest point of contact but in that moment Spock had been filled to bursting with it, a rush of heat/want/need that poured into him from Kirk until he was overflowing and to his horror, a sound had escaped him, tiny and lost.

That broke the connection, Kirk turning to look at him at him, a frown on his face and there was only concern in his guilelessly pale eyes, as though such things as Spock had just felt weren't hidden behind them, as if he didn't know.

"Are you all right?" Kirk frowned, "You look a little...flushed."

And when he would have laid a hand on Spock's forehead, such a Human gesture, Spock moved away, only just preventing himself from flinching. Another touch so quickly on the heels of that one would have been more than he could stand.
st:aos  kirk/spock  telepathy  firsttimes 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
keelywolfe: Just a Taste
There was barely room for Spock to collapse, sliding down until Jim had to shift and let him on the floor, moving so he was practically straddling the other man's lap. The light in the room was reddish and dim, composed of flickering consoles and Spock's eyes were only a dark, wet gleam in it. Jim might have smiled, might have cracked a joke the same way he had at the end of a dozen other interstellar blowjobs, might have if Spock hadn't leaned forward and licked at the wetness still on Jim's chin, followed it up to his swollen mouth. So gentle, considerate of sore lips and an equally exhausted tongue. Sweet sticky kisses between them, Spock's hands between them, fumbling with his pants and they were trembling...trembling?

He was trembling, the same hands that were always so steady on the bridge were shaking in their tiny, dark corner and Jim could only kiss him, murmuring soft words between them as he licked Spock's sweetness into his own mouth. He arched into those hot, shaky hands, his own pleasure edging his vision with blackness and of course, Spock would have to be different, had to be different. Was different.
st:aos  kirk/spock  publicsex  bodies  firsttimes  <3 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
Bono Fortuno - by SuedeScripture
“Sir, life signs at the colony are… not good,” Chekov put in worriedly. “I am reading not very many Human life signs at all.”

“Uhura, where does the distress signal originate?” Jim asked.

She highlighted one of the buildings, “Here, sir.”

“We need to tackle their medical needs first. Let’s get down there,” Jim stood up with determination, clapping McCoy on the shoulder and nodding to Spock, “Keep investigating the power from up here, see if you can find the source of the disruptions.”

Unsurprisingly, his First Officer followed them to the turbolift doors, “Captain, I would submit a request for my—”

“Spock,” Jim turned back, well aware of what was coming. “Why is it that every time we go on an away mission together, you cite regulation, but every time I go down without you, you wanna come?”

He was met with Spock’s I don’t want to admit I do that face.

“That’s what I thought,” Jim said, “Hold down the fort for me. Hourly check-ins, the usual. You have the conn.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  off-world  wip 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
patched into them with straw and rag - by elumish
“An interest has been expressed by members of this research vessel to take custody of you so that you may remain in the vessel for as long as you wish to. Due to the inherent transitory nature of vessel-based researchers, that request posed some challenges. However, as ambassador to Earth and due to the fact that you currently reside in Vulcan territory, I am able to obtain custody of you and provide permission for you to remain on board the vessel.”


“There is a basis for Vulcan children remaining aboard research vessels as a means of gaining practical experience, so long as proper educational attainment can otherwise be maintained.”

“No,” James says, “why you ? Why does the ambassador give a shit about me?”

Sarek considers mentioning James's notoriety, but he thinks Amanda would recommend against that, so instead he says, “It is not the Vulcan way to allow children to remain with abusers, and as ambassador I have specific grounds to take custody as a means of preventing you from being returned to an abusive parent.”

“I could be lying about Frank,” James says. “Everyone says I'm a liar. And Frank's an adult.”

“One's age has no bearing on their ability to tell the truth. Moreover, children's testimony is taken as evidence in accusations of abuse and is considered sufficient to remove a child until an investigation has been concluded. As we have no grounds on which to investigate a human on Earth, there is no point at which, by Vulcan law, it would be proper lto return you to your step-father's custody.”
st:aos  gen  kirk  sarek  raised-by-vulcans 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
keelywolfe: A Moment of Our Silence
"Trouble sleeping?" Jim offered, rubbing the towel briskly under his arms.

To his surprise, Spock merely said, "Yes," stripping off his jacket. He still had a tank underneath it, only baring his arms and Jim resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. Maybe they were destined to be friends, maybe he would captain his own ship permanently, maybe, maybe, maybe but right now the only thing Spock had that Kirk needed was a pulse.

"It's so quiet," Kirk said, softly. He studied the floor at his feet, the lights reflecting starkly in the high gloss. "My roommate is dead."

"As a graduate, my quarters are for a single occupant," Spock informed him. He was doing some sort of weird stretching exercise. Huh, Vulcans were pretty flexible for such a rigid species. "However, I admit, I am finding the silence at the Academy to be somewhat...disconcerting."

"Yeah, I guess that's the word for it."

"My meditation was not proving an adequate distraction. I thought perhaps that physical exertion could—"

"You figured if you wore yourself out maybe you'd be able to sleep," Jim interrupted, swiping at his forehead again with the towel. "That's pretty much what I was thinking."

"As you say."

Whatever the stretching was, he seemed to be done and Spock only stood there, not quite uncertainly, almost expectant waiting. Maybe he needed something too, not friends exactly, but Jim had a pulse, too, and he could offer that.

And when it became clear that Spock wasn't going to tell him, he suggested, "Want to spar?"
st:aos  kirk/spock  post-narada  angry  publicsex 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
Filial Piety - by CorpusInvictus
And here it is, the moment Kirk has been dreading for years. The moment where his belief that this has been too good to last proves correct. How can he possibly stand up to hundreds, thousands of years of cultural history that should be passed on? "Then you should go," he says quietly, and he's proud of himself for keeping his voice so steady.

Spock turns on him as though he's been physically assaulted, his eyes dark and burning and almost accusatory. "You truly believe the matter to be as simple as this?"

"Fuck no it isn't simple, Spock," he snarls, rolling to his feet so he can pace. He can't stay still for this conversation or he'll go out of his mind. "Sarek made it pretty damn clear that it isn't about what you - what we - want. It's not about being simple. It's about making a load of Vulcan babies so that there'll be new generations of pointy-eared bastards squashing down their emotions for years to come." He's not fighting fair and he knows it, but he can't bring himself to care when his gut feels like it's about to go into reverse.

Spock catches his wrist in a bruising grip, pulling him closer so he can hear the man almost hiss, "You would begrudge my people their survival?"

Kirk winces at the grip. The pain throbbing through his wrist cuts through the instinctive temper, and he has to admit to himself that he's on the losing side here. He threads his fingers into Spock's hair, the gesture gentle and reassuring even as his other wrist is being crushed. "No. I wouldn't." The words seem to tame something in Spock's eyes, and he releases Kirk's hand, arms falling uselessly to his sides. "We'll chart a course for New Vulcan tomorrow."

Spock looks ... lost, somehow. As if he expected more of a fight. As if he hoped for more of a fight. "Yes, Captain," he whispers.

"Jim," Kirk responds, and he finds himself pushing Spock back into the sheets, crawling over him and straddling his hips, a part of his temper flaring up again. "God damn it, Spock, you don't get to go back to 'Yes, Captain' now."

"Jim," Spock returns quietly, reverently, grabbing his hips so hard that Kirk can already feel the bruises forming. "Jim," he says again, pulling both of them into the middle of the bed, spreading his legs so Kirk can settle between them. "Jim," he whispers brokenly into the side of his neck, eyes squeezed shut as if he's in pain.
st:aos  kirk/spock  breakup  grief  new-vulcan 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
Untitled Threesome - by Keelywolfe
If either of them is ashamed or embarrassed or, God forbid, feeling illogical, they don't say. They curl around him, hands touching, and Jim sleepily realizes he can tell who is who, gentler, older hands stroke him while younger hands are jerkier, awkward, almost too-firm. He's sore and sticky, the heavy smell of their mingled semen in the air and still thick on the back of his tongue and yeah, he doesn't shy away from any of it, buries his face into the neck nearest to him and breathes it in, still utterly surrounded by Spock. He can't think of a single place or person he'd rather be with...unless Spocks suddenly decided to come in a three pack.
st:aos  kirk/spock  spockprime  threesome 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
keelywolfe: fundamental things
It was not traditional for Vulcans to kiss with their mouths, though Spock had occasionally indulged in the practice. It was that reason alone that the press of Kirk's mouth against his own made him catch his breath, he was certain, holding very still as the wet slide of a tongue traced the seam of his lips.

He had come to his Captain's quarters to play chess and that alone, not for the cumulating weeks of their flirtation to crest, for Jim to smile at him with cocksure warmth, to take Spock's face in his hands to do this.

Belatedly, he stepped back, too quickly as Kirk's hands did not attempt to hold him and he stumbled clumsily, shoulder clipping against the wall as he straightened.

"What are you doing?" Spock tried to make his voice sharp, biting. Instead it was more like a breath, making him sound young and perhaps a little lost. He was not prepared for this, had not allowed himself to seriously consider it and yet, he did not pull away as Kirk stepped into him again, slowly, allowing Spock an escape that he was not certain he desired.

"I know, that isn't how Vulcans kiss," Jim said, and his eyes were terribly blue, the warmth of his smile shining in them as much as it curved his lips. "Here," Kirk murmured. He took Spock's unresisting hand in both of his own, fingertips resting lightly at Spock's wrist where his pulse leapt abruptly, a silvery throb that Jim could surely feel. "Maybe you'll like this."
st:aos  kirk/spock  kissing  firsttimes 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
A Kiss Is Just a Kiss - by Rythana
“I’m opening a comm to Dr. McCoy in Med Bay,” Jim said, leaning over to tap a command into the arm of his chair.

“McCoy here.”

Jim smiled, happy to hear Bones’ greeting. “Bones, guess what? I’m nominating you for the mission to Adresterra.”

Bones audibly drew in breath. “You want me to join you on a mission to a culture which uses kisses as a language? You’re out of your cotton-picking mind! ”

“Please, we need to do this mission. The previous three dispatched ships have failed. We have a reputation for being a bit heavy-handed and this would be a great opportunity to show Starfleet that the crew of the Enterprise has the chops to negotiate even tricky diplomatic situations. We can’t back out of our assignment because I’ve suddenly become unkissable. Don’t make me ask Scotty!”

Spock strode into the space at the center of the bridge. “Captain, you are overlooking a possible solution.”

Jim raised his eyebrows. “Pretty sure I’m not, Mr. Spock.”

Spock intoned, “I will accompany you on the mission, sir.”

Bones audibly sputtered, then said, “McCoy out,” closing the comm. Everyone on the bridge suddenly became occupied at their stations, stifling their reactions and leaving Jim and Spock engaged in their discussion and oblivious to the change in mood.
st:aos  spock/uhura  kirk/spock  kirk/spock/uhura  off-world  kissing  language  voyeurism/exhibitionism  threesome  poly 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
First Impressions - by IvanW
It was only a crush, he told himself. It wasn’t love or anything… because well, let’s face it, the object of his affection barely spared him a thought. And definitely few words.

Jim had convinced the instructor, because yeah—he had a crush on an instructor, how cliché was that—to go for tea once. Well, tea for him, Spock, a Vulcan of all things, and coffee for Jim. He’d thought it went really well. He sensed they had great chemistry.

And in fact, he had been planning on asking Spock out again.

But he’d excused himself to go to the bathroom, three cups of coffee will make you have to pee, and when he went to return to their table, his seat had been taken over by an Andorian male Jim had seen Spock talking to before. He was pretty sure the Andorian was an instructor as well, though Jim didn’t know what subject he taught.

He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but, well, they hadn’t noticed him.

“Cadet Kirk? Certainly not,” Spock told the Andorian. “He is known to frequently engage in illicit liaisons, make unwanted advances, and has a criminal background. I am not even certain how he gained admittance to the Academy.”

“Pike, as I understand it,” the Andorian replied. “Apparently he has tested as a genius.” He shrugged.

“Nevertheless his character is questionable at best. As far as I can ascertain his only redeeming quality is a pleasing physical appearance. I am not certain what he hoped to gain by inviting me out, but a relationship with someone like him is absolutely out of the question.”

Jim had certainly heard enough. And there was absolutely no way he was returning to the table.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  teacher/student  rejection  dating  firsttimes  bottoming 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
A Second Chance - by ayesakara
He knows this feeling, knows that this emotion, this sense of guilt he feels is an inherent human trait. Yet another shortcoming attributed to the deficiencies in his impure, hybrid nature. For there is no word for guilt in modern Vulcan. If he were a full Vulcan, he would not be feeling guilt. Such an emotional response would be deemed illogical. If he were a full Vulcan, he would not have made such a grave error, so as to be deemed guilty in the first place. If he were a full Vulcan, his control would never have slipped. He would never have allowed the bond to be formed this way.

Yes, there are degrees of guilt and Spock's is the worst kind imaginable.

The incident on Antara showed him the one lone thing that could finally ease his pain. A link, a true warrior bond, with a friend, a brother, with someone who could be even more. But the bond was formed without his intended's permission. Given a choice, Spock does not think Jim would have opted for this situation. Captain Kirk enjoys the company of females. Spock knows that, the whole ship knows that. The number of times the captain has flirted with Nyota is testament to where his preferences lie. He could not have possibly chosen Spock of his own accord, no matter how deep their friendship, their loyalty, their regard for each other. Not him, the blue-eyed, golden boy of Starfleet.

In his weakened state, in his greed, his ardent, aching hunger for a touch, any touch, Spock allowed this bond to form. The fact that he feels... contentment, harmony, pleasure, happiness in Jim's presence, in opening up his mind to the bond, proves he is guilty. He does not deserve any of this. He has not earned the bond.
st:aos  kirk/spock  off-world  shore-leave  telepathy  mind-meld  whoops  bonded  rejection  depression  captive  trauma 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
Higher Love - awarrington (LiveJournal K/S Valentine meme)
The Pleasure Trove, as with the other museums, was well sign-posted and it didn’t take them long to find it. Housed in a large dome, Kirk could see why Bones had recommended it.

The first room they entered was named Kama Sutra and contained holos of people carrying out not only the 64 sexual acts depicted in the original text, but many more, including homosexual acts and positions involving more limber beings from around the Federation. The one Kirk had trouble pulling his eyes away from involved a Human male, legs wrapped around the waist of a Vulcan male, who was holding him up as he fucked him. His first thought was of surprise that a Vulcan would be willing to pose for such a picture. His second thought was how hot it looked, and unbidden came the image of him wrapped naked around Spock. The thought send a frisson down his spine.

He was so absorbed in the image that it took him several seconds to realize Spock was standing beside him. Feeling embarrassed at being caught staring, he said the first thing that came to mind. “Is that position really possible?” It was one of those occasions where he wished he could take the words straight back.

[the one with the sex museum]
st:aos  kirk/spock  off-world  shore-leave  holidays  bonded 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
Not An Ordinary Life - by IvanW
“Have you told him?” Pike asked, leaning a hip against the porch railing. “About the bond?”

Spock shook his head. “I believe his father would rather that I not. He wishes for Jim to make his own choices.”

“Not sure that is something you ought to hide from him.”

“I had intended to tell him when he reached my father’s home in preparation for the summer session.” When Spock had believed Jim would more likely than not be coming to San Francisco.

“Spock, George doesn’t know everything. And I think Jim likes you. You might want to consider telling him. If he finds out later, through someone else, that you knew and didn’t tell him—”

“You believe he will become angry.”

“Yeah, he might. I don’t know him well, but from what I have seen of him, yeah he might.” Pike shivered. “Think I’m going back inside where it’s warm.”

“I will be in shortly,” Spock said.

“Take your time. I think Jim’s out here,” Pike said pointedly, then went into the house.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  iowa  meet-as-kids  bonded  correspondence  teacher/student  meet-the-family  grief  spockprime 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
igrab: Dva t'Koh-Nar [1/6]
"I'm a Vulcan," Spock murmured, and even to his own ears the excuse sounded shaky.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Kirk raised an eyebrow at him, and he wasn't doing it on purpose, but it was such a Spock move, and it was somewhat amusing, the thought that they were beginning to pick up bits of each other. Then he realized he really didn't want any of Kirk's bits.

"Vulcans aren't - "

"Have you ever kissed a guy before?"

Spock's eyebrows shot right up behind his bangs. "Are you suggesting that I - "

"Yes." Kirk's eyes were honest blue now, and he was in that very real place that Spock liked to think of as neither James Kirk nor Captain Kirk - it was just Jim, it was the tone he used when all the roles were gone. 'I'll cover you,' Jim had said, and Spock believed him. 'It'll work.' And it had. 'Welcome aboard,' and while it wasn't the first time in his life he'd felt welcome, it seemed to him to be the most important. "If you don't, you're never going to know, and I know you. Not knowing is the last thing you want to do."

Spock was about to argue the grammar of his sentence, when the logic of what he was saying sank in like a brick. Kirk was right. He could not conduct himself in a relationship without knowing all the facts.

"Who would you sugge-"

Kirk cut him off in a very effective way - with his lips, rough against Spock's own soft, and nothing like he'd ever felt before. That spark, he could feel that spark between him strike like a match, and when he kissed back, pressing against Kirk's lips with a forceful dexterity, that spark ignited and began to burn.
st:aos  spock/uhura  kirk/spock  infidelity  kissing  firsttimes 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
The Prince and the Servant - by Raven_Knight (ST/Ever After)
As soon as he saw him, Spock knew he was doomed. He fell to his knees immediately, his hands the only thing preventing him from stopping his head from impacting the ground. “Your Highness, forgive me!” he begged. “I was unaware of your presence!” If he had known the man trying to take his horse was the prince, Spock never would have swung that bucket. He never would have struck him or tripped him with the broom. He would have done everything and anything the prince demanded – even if it were to take one of his mother’s horses. Spock was no one of importance. He was inconsequential. And apparently, now his life would soon no longer matter to anyone.

“Really?” the prince asked, disbelief obvious in his voice. By the sounds, he was readying another horse for his use. “So you were just sweeping the floor?”

“No, Highness,” Spock replied to the dirt in front of his face. “I mistook you for a common thief. No apology will undo the damage I have inflicted upon you, and because of my injuries to your person, I am aware the consequence is my life.”

The sounds abruptly stopped. Spock did not dare look anywhere but the ground. “If you stay silent on seeing me here, I’ll overlook it.” He heard the prince climb onto the horse’s back and begin to guide it from the stable. But he could not understand why the prince was allowing his conduct to stand. Spock expected to die at that moment, there in the stables. And if not there, then hauled off by the palace guards and executed. He did not expect to be pardoned – immediately – and released of all punishment by the prince.

He felt he should say something. “I could assist you in preparing a younger and more energetic mount, if you so desire it, Your Highness.”

The prince halted the horse close to Spock’s prostrated form. “The only thing I desire is to break through my cage within the palace walls.” Somehow, Spock sympathized with the prince. He knew what it was like to be trapped within your own home. But he did not dare compare his life to a prince’s aloud.

A small bag landed by his hand, the items inside making a sound Spock could identify immediately. The prince had tossed a pouch of credits at him. By the time Spock looked up, the prince had already brought the horse to a light canter heading out of the stable. But he did call back to Spock. “An incentive for your silence.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  fusion  fairytale  royalty  earthside 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
The Prince And The Blacksmith - by SuedeScripture (Pinto/Into The Woods)
“I would ask of you a favor, Blacksmith,” he said, “My steed has thrown a shoe.”

“I do not shoe horses,” said the Blacksmith, still pounding his iron.

“But if you would—”

“And neither will I make you young.”

“Wait, what?” gawked the Prince. “Am I not… Am I not still young and vital?” How long had he been walking in these cursed woods? He reached a hand to his chin. It was somewhat scruffed.

The Blacksmith struck the iron hard, thrice more, and then stopped and finally turned to face the Prince, who propped one fine boot on the fence and stood proudly in hopes of displaying his bearing.

The Blacksmith himself was as the mountain beyond, his chest broad and glistening with sweat, hair black as soot. His visage was as granite, coarse and thickly bearded, and his arms strong from swinging the great hammer. His eyes met those of the Prince as dark glowing embers might meet a pool of a pristine water. Clearly not finely bred like myself, the Prince thought, but he is a specimen of a man.

“You are…quite vital, sire,” said the Blacksmith, after a hesitation. “Forgive me, I forget myself sometimes.”

“As do I,” said the Prince, “What do you do, then, Blacksmith, if you do not shoe horses?”

“I strike the iron.”

“Into what?”

The Blacksmith looked back at his anvil, seemingly ashamed. “Nothing.”
st:aos  au  rps  chris/zach  fairytale  royalty 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
literose: five people spock loved and one person he fell in love with
To Spock, it is the greatest feeling ever, and he holds her close to him, promising that he will score the highest marks in the history of the school so she will be proud of him. She smiles, a real smile, and kisses his forehead and tells him she already is.

Three weeks later he gets into a fight at school because a classmate insults his mother, and his father tells him he married her because “it was logical.” In an attempt to be more Vulcan, he starts hiding his love. She never says a word about it, starts keeping her hands to herself, her endearments become quiet. Their silences are always fraught with a tenuous love they no longer mention.

Twenty years later, she falls off a crumbling cliff-side and Vulcan is destroyed. He never gets to tell her how much the first eight years of his life meant to him, how sometimes, despite living in Earth he despairs because he wants her there, how he has never mind-melded with anyone, because in his head, she is still his beloved.

How sorry he is that the soft, painful smile on her face stayed permanently, because he put it there.
st:aos  spock/uhura  kirk/spock  spock  amanda 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
exclamation (not an explanation) - by TheWriter2
When Spock looks at himself in the mirror two hours later, he finds it hard to recognize himself. Although his face has not changed, he is startled by the fake human eyebrows McCoy has attached to his face. Turning his head experimentally, Spock briefly finds himself missing his pointed ears as they hide under a pair of synthetic rounded tips.

As Spock inspects his new features, he begins to see more and more of his mother in himself and less of Sarek.

And for the first time since he began his schooling, Spock is pleased in his human features.

Nyota only allows him a moment more in front of the mirror before dragging him back to the seat before McCoy’s desk. “Okay,” she says, placing her hands on his shoulders, “you look considerably less Vulcan now, but I still want to do something about this hair.”

“What is wrong with my hair?” Spock asks as Nyota runs her fingers through it.

“Well there’s nothing wrong with it, per say,” she informs him, “but no one on Earth has worn their hair like this in centuries. You need something more updated.”

Spock considers this. “What do you suggest?”

He catches Nyota’s dangerous grin in the mirror. “I’m so glad you asked.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  emo!spock  holidays  meet-the-family  correspondence  reunion  friends-to-lovers  captive 
april 2019 by runpunkrun
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