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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 
5 weeks ago by runpunkrun
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idic  startrek  sf  diversity  vulcan  shopping  stickers 
7 weeks ago by rwhe
Pooka - by yeaka
Spock arrives in the dining room at precisely six o’clock, just as he should, and his tiny forehead scrunches up when he looks around to find the head of the table empty. It makes Amanda’s heart clench, because she knows just what Spock’s thinking. She knows it hurts him, even though he doesn’t say it. Amanda smoothly informs him, “Your father’s working late tonight. But I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” She isn’t actually sure. But she knows that Spock already feels neglected and doesn’t want to make it worse.

She sets the table, serving him his soup and salad, and Spock climbs up into his chair and wordlessly accepts it. As Amanda settles into her own seat, it occurs to her that this could be an opportunity. She loves her husband, truly does, and she’s come to an agreement in regards to parenting, even though she doesn’t fully agree with it. But this absence could be an opportunity. Amanda genuinely believes that all children deserve a moment to unwind every now and then, especially ones with human blood.

So she suggests, “Spock... why don’t you invite your friend to join us.”

Spock glances up at her, looking momentarily confused. Amanda doesn’t have to clarify which friend, because as much as it pains her to acknowledge it, Spock only has one. Spock informs her, “It would be illogical to invite an imaginary friend to eat corporeal food.”
st:tos  au  kirk&spock  vulcan  meet-as-kids 
11 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Mirage - by yeaka
The journey to the oasis takes approximately nine point six hours traveling on foot, but it’s necessary for survival. There is no water source closer to his shelter, and there is no shelter by the oasis. The desert is a flat, merciless plane, which would burn him alive at the sun’s peak and freeze him to death at its lowest descent. Spock must make the long trip at precisely the right time, as his father did before him and his grandfather before that, all the way back to Surak first discovering the spring. Spock carries two enormous buckets in each hand, intending to take all that he can, enough to sustain his clan for another several days. If a wild la matya should catch him, or his own legs simply give out, Stonn will be sent in his stead, and the tradition will continue.

Spock prefers to be the one to go. He always volunteers. No one else ever does. No one else has ever mentioned the same incentive that he finds waiting for him, and under the influence of the broiling desert heat, Spock can’t help but wonder if it’s all a trick of his dizzy mind.
st:tos  au  gen  vulcan  water 
november 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  starfleet.edu  via:runpunkrun 
september 2019 by talitha78
"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  starfleet.edu 
september 2019 by runpunkrun

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