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Nature Boy - by Snabulous
“A Vulcan is a being from the planet of the same name,” Spock explains, though confused as to why he should have to. “It is sixteen light years away from this planet. We have been in contact with humans for several hundred years, so I must ask-”

The boy cuts him off, a huge grin dominating his features. He drops to a squat, putting his face directly in front of Spock’s, much closer than he would prefer. “You’re not from here?”

Spock raises an eyebrow and leans back to a safer distance. “No, I am not,” he says.

“Which way is Vulcan?” the boy asks, moving to fully sit down, crossing his legs beneath him. Fallen flowers seem to gather around his knees magnetically, but Spock suspects a trick of the irregular light.

Spock looks up to the sky, obscured though it is by the heart-shaped catalpa leaves. It would not be possible to give an exact direction from his position, so he points in the direction that would likely be most easily understood: up.

The boy’s eyes light up. “You’re from the stars?” he questions excitedly. Spock understands that it is some sort of a colloquialism on Earth to refer to other life forms as being “from the stars,” so he does not correct the boy, simply nodding once.

“And where are you from?” Spock asks. “You appear to be human, but I am unsure.”

“I’m from here,” the boy replies vaguely, picking up the cup-like flowers from the ground and stacking them on his knee.

Spock waits for him to elaborate. When the boy says nothing further, Spock says, “Clarify.”

“What do you mean?” the boy asks, tilting his head and squinting. He leans closer, as though proximity would allow him to understand.

“Are you from Iowa?”

“I’m from here,” the boy repeats.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  earthside  iowa  meet-as-kids  bonded 
24 days ago 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 
29 days ago by runpunkrun
Light The Way (And I'll Follow) - by Lost_And_Insane
“If there’s anything I’ve done that has offended you-” Kirk started, but Spock quickly cut him off.

“It’s no such thing, captain.”

Kirk seemed a little taken aback at the abrupt interruption, and Spock was about to apologize before the captain spoke again, “Then would you mind explaining why you’re constantly trying to avoid me?”

Spock had been fine avoiding the subject all-together, but he recognized that in this case, avoiding it any longer would cause a decrease in ship functionality; the captain had, for some surely illogical reason, assumed that he was the cause for Spock’s sudden distance, and this belief had a 93.857 percent chance of lowering the captain’s confidence. The Enterprise and its crew depended on a confident leader.

The two stared each other down while Spock thought of a respectful way to explain the situation, but Kirk suddenly let out a sound of realization, asking, “It’s the mind meld, isn’t it?”

Hoping was illogical, but yet a small part of Spock had so illogically hoped that Kirk hadn’t realized their touch initiated a meld back on that class M planet. Not many Terrans knew of Vulcans’ touch-telepathy; it was unfortunate that Kirk wasn’t one of them.

Spock nodded once, explaining, “Mind melds are highly inappropriate—a serious breach of privacy, especially when started without full knowledge and consent by both parties involved. Although it had not been my intention to start one with you, I cannot deny one formed between us, even if just for a fraction of a second.”

“Spock.” Kirk sighed. “I already told you not to worry about it. You didn’t offend me and I’m not upset about it.”

Spock simply resumed his explanation, “To prevent one from forming again due to my inability to control them, I have deduced that distance is the only reliable solution.”

“I disagree with your logic,” Kirk said instantly.
st:tos  kirk/spock  new-in-town  whoops  mind-meld  bonded  rejection  beach 
7 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Perched in the Soul - by Betazoa (Star Trek Reverse Big Bang 2019)
The only reason Jim had followed Bones to sickbay without protest was that he’d seen the mad twinkle in Bones’ eyes and knew he was willing to drop the bombshell about Jim and Spock’s bond in front of all the bridge crew if Jim made so much as a peep of protest. Now he’s laying down with his shirt off and electrodes hooked up all over his torso, which doesn’t even make sense considering the bond is in his head.

“And what controls the rest of your body, Jim?” Bones tells him when he points this out. “That damn fool brain of yours, which you let the Vulcan hotwire himself into. So who knows how the hell the damn thing is running the show these days?” Bones taps irritably at the padd, and Jim can’t tell if it’s because he’s displeased with the readings, or if he’s just displeased that the readings are normal and he’s got nothing else to complain about. Either way, he’s been displeased ever since the whole thing began, and there’s no point in reminding him that Jim had been unconscious, on the brink of death, and hadn’t been in a position to allow or refuse Spock. It’s not worth having that conversation again.

“I feel fine,” Jim offers, though it’s more to irritate Bones than to provide useful information. Bones glares at him, and Jim muses on how that glare could melt all the ice on Andoria. “Really, Bones,” he adds genuinely. “No headaches, no memory loss, no telepathic bleedover; I haven’t felt any side effects.” He specifically isn’t mentioning the very interesting side effect he’d felt the other day with Spock in the briefing room. Bones doesn’t need to know Jim had accidentally kissed his First Officer in the Vulcan fashion.
st:tos  kirk/spock  off-world  stranded  mind-meld  whoops  bonded  publicsex 
8 weeks ago 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
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  starfleet.edu  teacher/student  meet-the-family  grief  spockprime 
may 2019 by runpunkrun
They Say Vulcans Can't Lie - by WeirdLittleStories
The Canumese man jumped, startled, but then relaxed. "You think at me," he thought carefully. "We share thoughts because words slow and clumsy."

"Yes," the Vulcan replied, thinking slowly and carefully and making sure each concept was completely clear before moving on to the next. "And also because you are holding Captain Kirk, and we wish to know how to get him released. We have been unable to translate your word 'bwilhok,' and we cannot comply with your conditions if we do not know what those conditions are."

"Bwilhok the time when we join with the one. This thinking at me that you do now, we can do this only during bwilhok. If someone will join to Kirk, to restrain his excess and shape him to the good, then we can make him free, for once shaped good, he will no longer offend."

Spock thought, "I wish to restate what you just said, to make sure that I understand you. Please correct me if my statement is inaccurate in any way."

"Understand. Good idea. Think at me."

"Captain Kirk is being held because you believe that he will do wrong if he is allowed freedom. To free him, you wish for him to be tutored by someone who will ensure that he will do only right."

"First part true. Second part ... if teaching would work, he would good now, for he old enough to have had much teaching. So need more than teaching, need mental restraint. Must join with him, to hold him to the right."

Spock processed this, aghast at the implications. "You wish someone to form a permanent mental bond with Kirk, to restrain his negative impulses."
st:tos  kirk/spock  off-world  language  prison  mind-meld  aliensmakethemdoit  bonded 
march 2019 by runpunkrun
Out of Order - by twoseas
In better circumstances, Jim thought blearily, he would be pretty damn ecstatic with these turn of events - his legs wrapped around Spock’s waist, Spock bearing down on him. In any other context, this could have been Jim’s dream come true. But because Jim was just that unlucky, he got to have the to-the-death part of pon farr . He couldn’t get the fun non-stop-ritualistic-sex part.

As the black took up most of his vision and nearly obscured the sight of Spock, Jim supposed there were worst things he could do than die for love.

He loved Spock. He loved everything about his half-human, half-Vulcan first officer. Afterall, he wouldn’t let just anyone strangle him while pressing a murder boner to his hip.

He wondered if Spock knew Jim didn’t blame him.

The constricting pressure around Jim’s neck loosened.

Gasping in as much air as he could, Jim arched off the ground as his chest heaved. Spock was still there, still above him and keeping him pinned to the dirt, but the intense stare was no longer paired with the enraged snarl.

“Sp-ock?” Jim coughed, bemused by the sudden change. He blinked away the white spots as his gulping breaths evened out into a shaky panting.

Without any explanation, Spock reached out and grabbed Jim by both sides of his face.
st:aos  kirk/spock  new-vulcan  fuckordie  bonded  <3 
march 2019 by runpunkrun
Never and Always - by Ladyhawk_lhflu (The Bond #3)
Many moments passed as I stared at my intended. His eyes did not waver as he looked back at me. I could see within them an undefined knowing, or perhaps an instinctual understanding.

We might have stayed that way for some time if we were not interrupted. JT coughed, attempting to get our attention.

Jim startled, then turned and looked at his elder self questioningly.

'You two aren't fit to be out in public.' JT said, shaking his head. He then leaned down toward me and asked quietly, 'How much does he know?'

I could not answer his query. 'It is better to ask that question of Jim or your bondmate. I did not relay any information to him concerning this difficulty. Elder Savid, however, may have.' I stood up carefully, as I could feel the hormone surge attempting to overtake me again.

JT sighed. 'This is not a difficulty, Spock. This is your life.'

He then turned to my captain and took a deep breath before speaking. 'I'm going to be blunt here, for both your sakes. He needs to be with his mate. To bond and, well, to have sex.' He looked up at me and shrugged. There was an apology in his eyes.
st:aos  kirk/spock  new-vulcan  spockprime  fuckordie  kirkprime  bonded  rejection 
march 2019 by runpunkrun
The Bond - by Ladyhawk_lhflu (The Bond #1)
After Spock's pon farr ended...well that's where the gossippers have it all wrong. There were no clandestine meetings in storage closets, no strip chess in our cabins. In fact, nothing changed.

Nothing changed.

Spock went back to being my oh-so-competent first officer. I went back to being the golden child of the Fleet.

At first, yes, I did wonder at the return to our independent lives. Weren't we supposed to function as a couple, at least during downtime?

Not knowing how to ask him, I tried to catch his eye on the bridge. I tried to gauge his emotions when we played chess. But he turned away from me, hiding whatever he was feeling.

Yes, Spock has emotions. All Vulcans do. Because of the fierceness of their feelings, those dignified people don't trust that they can express themselves without destroying everyone. But the emotions are still there. If you watch a Vulcan's face carefully, you can see them just below the surface, trying to get out.

Usually, Spock was more expressive than most Vulcans. He went against what he was taught in deference to his very human captain and mostly human crew, I believe. But that didn't help me as I tried to understand what I had gotten myself into. When I tried to bring up his pon farr, when I tried to ask if our sexual relationship would continue, even when I tried to ask if T'Pring would suffer any consequences from what she did, the bastard stonewalled me.

His face turned into a sheet of ice with pointed ears. He clammed up and wouldn't say a word until I changed the subject.
st:tos  kirk/spock  ep-related  fuckordie  bonded  asexual  rejection  h/c  infidelity 
march 2019 by runpunkrun
Forever is a very long time (and I shall be glad of it) - by rapier_puree (eeeeeeee)
Everything in the universe is a series of actions and consequences. Cadet James Tiberius Kirk cheated on the Kobayashi Maru test, thus Cadet James Tiberius Kirk must face the consequences.

(Thus Jim might not have been on the ship, thus those precious few Vulcans left might not have been saved, thus Nero might have won-

But Spock doesn’t know that yet. It won’t keep him up tonight, but it will soon.)

Cadet Kirk’s reputation precedes him, and it does not help his case. Kirk’s a genius, a playboy, a dickhead; he’s reckless and cocky and smooth and a hundred other human adjectives that Spock wishes he didn’t know.

Some of his fellow instructors believe they can “set him on the right path.” Others try to get him expelled. It wouldn’t be hard - never on time, always getting into fights, seemingly every other day someone files a complaint against him - if he weren’t so good at what he does.

Except, Spock thinks, being good at something doesn’t excuse everything else. It doesn’t mean you understand, it just means you do, you act, you ignore.

Cadet Kirk is the picture of incredulity at the stand. Earth might not have been as expected when he first arrived, but Spock can recognise people he knew from childhood in Kirk, knows his type. They think they can get what they want without repercussions simply because they take it by force. They believe they are safe in their groups, in their connections, in their power.

But. There are consequences.
st:aos  kirk/spock  spock  starfleet.edu  post-narada  stid  bonded 
march 2019 by runpunkrun
Paper Tigers - by ThereBeWhalesHere
In the seats behind him, a host of stuffy cultural and military advisors trade final notes of caution, but Jim has heard quite enough notes of caution by now, after months preparing for the impending negotiation. He has been on the receiving end of his father’s serious scowl, his mother’s concerned, tight smile. He has sat through the royal advisors’ hours of etiquette training, and he swears he knows by now.

He knows that Vulcans can be unpredictable. They’re pure passion, pure will, pure fire, the once-enemy of everything Jim and his family holds dear, and any offence could make them rebuke an alliance with Earth forever. Given the machines of war Vulcans have at their disposal, the Terrans need this alliance, or at least this friendship. The shaky armistice of 30 years ago is no longer enough.

So Jim has been told to remain out of the way, to observe and not participate in the upcoming talks. He understands, for the most part. He’s still only 27, and he can be full of fire himself. Even bringing Jim along is a risk, according to his brother the crown prince.

Never mind that Jim is Earth’s second son, or that he has spent his whole life observing negotiations. Never mind that he thinks he might know how to handle a couple of hot-headed extraterrestrials after that run-in with the Tellarites last year. But when it comes down to it, his parents are king and queen of the most influential planet in the quadrant, and even Jim has to listen to them sometimes. Besides, they want this to be his first step into a new role: Earth’s first official ambassador to Vulcan since the end of their war 30 years ago.

Provided this all goes well.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  vulcan  pre-reform  royalty  war  publicsex  negotiation  reunion  mind-meld  bonded  death  rejection  captive  sybok 
december 2018 by runpunkrun
regret - by sunshine_captain (Sentiment #3)
“Spock’s been avoiding you?” Jim is more than dismayed. Spock is cutting himself off from everyone. Both of his friends.

“He damn well is. Every time I try to arrange to see him, he’s conveniently working on a ‘sensitive’ science project that can’t possibly be disturbed. When I tried to drag him in under the pretense of a physical, he had M’Benga do it!”

Jim downs the rest of his glass and stares down at it, circling the edge of it absently with a finger. Spock won’t talk to McCoy, he won’t open the bond so that Jim can feel his emotions. He doesn’t want to have sex with him. Maybe he was telling the truth when he said Vulcans don’t have sexual needs outside of pon farr.

He almost asks McCoy, but decides against it when he notices the way Bones is studying him, eyes slightly narrowed. No. He’s already got some theory that Jim is secretly in love with Spock. No need to add fuel to the fire by making him aware he suggested to Spock that they continue to have sex. And was then shot down.
st:tos  kirk/spock  fuckordie  bonded  rejection 
december 2018 by runpunkrun
a logical match - by vindicatedtruth (behindtintedglass)
You cannot stop yourself from trembling as you speak. “There is no fulfilment in possessing him who has no wish to be bound. I will not take away his freedom of choice.”

The Talosian tilts its head. “Even when he has the freedom to love another?”

The beeping spike of the machine’s readings reflects the pain it shoots through your heart at the very thought. “I will not take away his chance at happiness for himself.”

The Talosian steps closer, peering at you curiously now. “Even when you will die from the unfulfilled bond?”

Something in you hardens as you icily meet the Talosian’s hollow gaze. “I would rather die than have my love for him be his prison.”

Several heartbeats pass as the Talosian scrutinises you. “Noble,” it finally declares, nodding to itself in observation. “Yet foolish.”

“Oh, I totally agree.”

Your head jerks up at the familiar voice, the sudden movement tugging at the wires clinging to your skull and sending sparks of pain through your nerves. Along with the agony comes a confusing mix of both elation and horror as you stare at the Captain, who is casually lounging by the entrance to the Talosians’ laboratory.
st:aos  kirk/spock  pining  poetry  bonded  firsttimes  <3 
december 2018 by runpunkrun
notboldly: Hidden Realities (sequel to "Frozen Memories") [1/12]
Jim huffed out a laugh and resisted the urge to do something completely ridiculous, like cuddle. It took only half a second for him to realize that, yes, that was exactly what they were doing; he was surprised by how much the idea didn’t bother him, but he thought he coped pretty well when Spock just wrapped his arms around him in return. It was a situation he normally would have ran from, but as it was, it was kind of…nice, with Spock. Like a familiar and cherished dream.

James Kirk, cuddling. The world—no, the universe—has shifted.

Jim smiled just a bit, and he felt such warmth at that moment that he could have sworn there was ray of sunlight directly over his heart. It was foolish, but he thought that—just maybe—he might have picked up a little of Spock’s telepathy; somehow he knew that his Vulcan was feeling exactly the same way.

Jim sighed and shifted to rub his hands in broad strokes across Spock’s back; Spock didn’t quite purr.

“It’s amazing, Spock. I swear, I half think I could still feel you if you moved across the room.”

Jim wasn’t really sure what he was saying—sentimental mush that he’d so often rejected, no doubt, but he knew he meant it this time, and he knew that he was saying more than just words. He expected something of a similar type—not emotional, perhaps, but logically sweet all the same—but when he looked up at Spock, his face had gone completely blank. Vulcan blank.

It took a moment for Jim to notice that the muscles under his hands had bunched in instant tension, and Jim wondered what he’d said.

“Spock?” There was no response, so Jim sighed and pulled away, certain he didn’t want to transfer exasperation to Spock if they were about to have a fight for some unknown reason.
st:aos  kirk/spock  morning-after  rejection  pining  firsttimes  bonded 
november 2018 by runpunkrun
notboldly: Still Waters [6/6]
He wondered what Bones had thought, finding him halfway to a drunken coma in a bar not five blocks from Starfleet academy. He wondered what Starfleet would think, if they’d found one of their newest professors attempting to drown himself in vodka and tequila, mixed. He wondered what Pike would think, having spent the better part of two years trying to pull Jim, his favorite, out of the downward spiral he’d found himself in.

He knew what they’d think: that he was crazy, depressed, unstable, and they were probably right. But every time Jim thought that, he felt it: the tiny thrum of a presence in the back of his mind, the heartbeat of a silent partner too far away to be heard, the bond, and he knew he wasn’t crazy, at least.
st:aos  kirk/spock  bonded  earthside  enslaved 
november 2018 by runpunkrun
Nature of the Bond - by jadztone
Spock’s eyebrows crumpled into a deep frown. He paused for a moment, looking down, and Jim saw his hands tighten into fists. Slowly, he asked, “We are not bondmates? But you let the others think so. Those things you were telling them… That was not true?”

Jim nodded. “I couldn’t expose you like that. I can’t have you declared unfit for duty, Spock. Remember what we were just saying after the hearing? You belong by my side.”

Spock’s frown deepened. “You do realize that compounding my error with your lies has severely limited any possible remedies to this problem. What do you propose we do next?”

Jim ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know! If it had been anyone but Kapinski. Allen’s no gossip, but Kapinski will have it all over Starfleet Command before breakfast. I’m gonna have to turn in a status form like I promised.”

Spock’s eyebrows rose. “You mean to carry on letting people believe we are bondmates?”

“Spock, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“But those forms are official documents, you will be perpetuating a fraud.”

Jim lifted his shoulders. “Will I? We do share a bond, Spock. Technically speaking we are bondmates.”

Spock looked pensive. “Just not that type of bondmates.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  vulcan  amnesia  bonded  earthside  faking-it  roommates  sleeping/together  holidays  fuckordie 
november 2018 by runpunkrun
Special Delivery From The Stork - by NightOwl1 (A T'hy'la Delivered From The Stork #1)
Spock made sure his mother was not looking, and held out a potato chip to the bird. “Here.”

The Stork took the proffered snack eagerly. Negotiations were going smoothly for Spock so far. “Do you like it?”

The stork squawked in reply and Spock sensed the bird’s desire for more Terran Yummies. Spock observed his father negotiate through many treaties, a single deal for a baby brother with a Terran bird should be simple. Spock had something the stork wanted and the stork could procure him a baby brother. Spock held out the bag. “I will give you this entire bag if you can promise me a baby brother.”

The stork squawked and went for the bag. Spock let him have it and had to work hard at suppressing his excitement. “We have a deal then. Please deliver my baby brother to me before I have to go back to Vulcan. Ka-mekh says you no longer deliver that far.” Spock gave the stork a ta'al. “Live long and prosper.”

Spock heard a robotic voice blare, “Citizen! Feeding the animals is against the rules! You are a minor, state the location of your parent or legal guardian.”

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st:aos  au  kirk/spock  earthside  meet-as-kids  bonded 
october 2018 by runpunkrun
Idiots in Love - by IvanW
“He didn’t want me to come. At all.”

Jim had been faced with more icy disapproval from Spock than he’d faced prior to their couplehood.

“He didn’t want you to come out with us tonight?”

“Yeah. He’s…he doesn’t like drinking. Or a lot of drinking. And he didn’t want me to go. He was in a really bad mood to begin with. I think he got bad news.”

“Yeah? What was it?”

“I have no idea.”

Bones downed his drink and gestured for another. “You want one?”

“Yeah.”

“Make that another for both of us,” Bones told the bartender. “He wouldn’t tell you?”

“I didn’t ask,” Jim admitted. “Spock’s really private, Bones. He doesn’t really share a lot with me.”

“You really have the oddest relationship.”

Jim thought maybe that was true. It wasn’t like he had a whole helluva a lot of practice with romantic relationships. Bones was right. Jim did casual.

Until Spock, anyway.
st:aos  kirk/spock  kirk&mccoy  starfleet.edu  teacher/student  bars  drugged  breakup  infirmary  bonded 
october 2018 by runpunkrun
you will see what it is to be overcome - by magneticwave (ST/Harry Potter)
“Fascinating,” Old Spock says when Jim forks over his wand. Jim would give anything for a jar to put a little fire into, it’s fucking cold , but he’d dug through the rations in his shuttle of exile and everything was in little insulated foil packets, perfect for packing light and making sure nothing glass would break in case of impact, shitty for any kind of magic whatsoever. This is why wizards aren’t supposed to go into space.

“Yeah,” Jim says, stuffing his hands into his armpits. “Applewood, thirty-five centimeters, thunderbird tail feather.”

“I am unfamiliar with these materials,” Old Spock says, holding Jim’s wand between his hands, gently feeling the slim lines of it with his fingertips. Jim would suggest giving it the old swish and flick but his wand’s always been temperamental; it’s just as likely to send sparks up Old Spock’s nose as it is to lay there like a dead thing.

“It doesn’t really matter,” Jim tells him, conveniently ignoring two years’ worth of lessons on wandlore in favor of nonchalantly thumbing at his nose. Statute of Secrecy laws have reduced standing off of Earth but Jim still feels itchy between his shoulder blades. “Applewood’s got no psionic penetrance whatsoever, it should feel pretty normal.”

“Indeed,” Old Spock says gravely, “and yet I find myself capable of reading a small measure of emotion from your--wand, as you say.” He frowns at it. “A great deal of anger, for one.”

“Yeah,” Jim says, “well, I was shunted off of the Enterprise after nearly being strangled.” The itching is getting stronger; without really thinking about it, Jim reaches out and swipes for his wand. “Can I?” he says, and then, “Thanks,” when he’s yanked it back. He pretends for a second to be very occupied in sheathing it in his thigh holster. “So, what, the other me wasn’t a wizard?”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  xo  magic  spockprime  whoops  bonded  death  new-vulcan  <3 
september 2018 by runpunkrun
The Promise - by coffee666
When they arrived home on Vulcan, it was nearing two in the morning. The sky was darker than Spock recalled, having got used to the Terran moon.

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

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

“Yes, Father.”

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

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

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

In the private darkness of his room, Spock managed another smile.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  earthside  hotel/motel  meet-as-kids  vulcan  correspondence  iowa  xmas  t'pring  training  drunk  honesty  sleeping/together  pining  cold  cats  bonded  tarsus-iv  breakup  kolinahr  starfleet.edu  masturbation  off-world  marriage  <3 
september 2018 by runpunkrun
Managing Subspecies - by sunryder (ST/The Sentinel)
“You know, if you really someone to ground your emotions on out there Jim, I’ll find someone who’ll fit the bill.” Pike went on to explain that pretty much anyone could be made useful on a starship, even if it was just helping out in the commissary or cataloguing things for botany, and even the world’s most useless person would be worth getting Jim on his boat. They were all really nice words and some part of Jim logged them down to say thank you later, but the rest of Jim’s brain was really more interested in the Vulcan who just walked in the door.

He was tall and lean, with pretty little points to his ears and hair that Jim wanted to bury his fingers in so he could mess it up. All that pretty wrapping was just a plus, because the Vulcan’s mind reminded Jim of the lake where he spent a summers when he was a kid, smooth as glass. Or maybe it was like standing in the middle of a corn field at dawn before the wind started to blow, or the time he drove into the desert on his bike, nothing but endless sky above him and the silent earth beneath his feet. Either way, Jim wanted to roll around in that mind and poke into every nook and cranny until he had the perfect words to describe it, then find out more and realize it was all wrong and start over again. It would be a lifetime of study that Jim was looking forward to.

Right in Jim’s ear, and in a voice not nearly quiet enough, Pike said, “That would be Spock. He would be the only Vulcan to ever join Starfleet and I want him for my Chief Science Officer. He hasn’t said yes yet, Jim.” Pike didn’t tell Jim to keep it in his pants, but his tone mean he didn’t want the dramatic aftermath played out on his ship. Though a Vulcan probably wouldn’t try and set Jim’s apartment on fire the way some of the other ex’s had. Jim had the ability to make even the most well-negotiated one-nigh-stands go haywire, but that wasn’t going to be a problem here. There would be no awkward morning after because this Vulcan was going to be the rest of his life.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  fusion  psi!kirk  telepathy  pike  bonded  meet-the-family 
august 2018 by runpunkrun
Mind Readers, Man! - by somepatriot / dothedeux
“Permission to beam down with the away crew, Captain?”

“Denied!” Leonard yelled before Jim could answer. “It’s only been three months since you were at death’s door! I’m not letting you beam down to some strange planet!”

Spock pressed his lips together and furrowed his brow, and that seemed to be the end of the conversation. Three months ago, it would have been. Instead, Leonard was bombarded by a surge of annoyance he knew wasn’t coming from himself.

You know that I am perfectly healthy, Spock said.

Sure, you’re not bleeding out, but we haven’t finished restocking all the blood we used for your transfusion. What if you need another one? You could die!

I have come in twice every month! There is plenty in supply.

Not enough for a class four hemorrhage!

“Gentlemen?” Jim interrupted. His eyes were flicking between Leonard and Spock as if he was worried for their mental health. “Is there something going on I should know about?”

Spock and Leonard simultaneously sent to one another don’t tell him! Leonard coughed and Spock shook his head. Jim looked puzzled.

“Fine,” Leonard said gruffly, trying to change the subject. “Beam down to the planet. Die there, for all I care.”

You owe me, Leonard sent to Spock. And you’d better not die!

Thank you, doctor, Spock replied. He glanced at Jim, the barest hint of a smile on his lips, and Leonard bit down a gag.
st:tos  spock&mccoy  kirk/spock  whoops  bonded  telepathy  jealousy  infirmary 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
You Could Call It Love - by toyhto
“I have been assigned to another position. I am afraid that even as a captain of a starship, you will not be able to challenge that unless the person in question were your legal spouse.”

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

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

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

“Excuse me?” Spock said.

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

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

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

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

“Well,” he said and wished he had been wearing pants. “Mr. Spock, I trust that you haven’t made plans to marry anyone anytime soon.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  earthside  faking-it  marriage  oblivious  sleeping/together  kissing  firsttimes  fuckordie  vulcan  bonded  <3 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
First Contact - by triedunture
Jim was just about to suggest a game of cards when the aliens came.

They arrived unannounced in a shower of sparks about two yards away from the porch steps. Jim's dad was on his feet in an instant, his hand gripping Jim's elbow tight. For some reason, Jim's first thought was that this was some kind of dust storm, maybe a lightning strike. Lightning worked in funny ways, he knew. But no, the light died away and left three shapes standing there in long dark robes. It wasn't a trick of the light.

Winona Kirk's cigarette sputtered in the grass, where it was dropped from her nerveless fingers. Jim watched it for a moment before shifting his attention back to the three figures standing on their lawn.

The tallest stepped forward. His hair was a shiny black helmet and his face looked like cold marble and his ears were an elves', all pointed at the high tips. "I greet you—" he said, or tried to.

"George, get Jim inside. Go, now," Jim's mom said quickly.

The stranger continued, heedless. "There is no need to be frightened."

"Too late," Jim's dad rumbled, his voice an earthquake against Jim's back. "What are you?"

"I am Sarek of Vulcan, ambassador to your planet." He bowed his regal head. "We have been preparing for this moment for quite some time, Mr. and Mrs. Kirk. This is the day we reveal ourselves to you."
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  iowa  firstcontact  meet-as-kids  whoops  bonded  pirates  bodymod  reunion  angry  mind-meld  <3 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
A Millennium of Cadence - by obsidienne
"Jim, what the hell are you doing—"

"Kroykah!" A second guard turns on McCoy, and his throat is once more in danger of being sliced open. Jim swallows back his protest and watches as T'Pau crosses the sands toward him. She cocks her head, contemplating his face, no doubt looking for an incentive to slit both their necks. "Do you understand what you offer?" she asks, the question rife with censure.

He takes a breath, lets it out slowly. "Yes, ma'am. I do."

"You will explain your logic."

Logic? Explain love with logic? To beings who feel shame at the idea of even friendship? Or maybe that shame is Spock's alone. "If I fight with him, one of us will die," he finally says and there is no more room for bravado or pretense. His voice is shaking. "He's my friend. I can't kill him. And if he kills me…" He doesn't want to think about what that would do to his first officer. "He would regret that it was necessary."

T'Pau considers his words. "And therefore you intend to offer yourself to him; to be claimed in the ancient way of our people? In both mind and body?"

"Yes." It's no more than a croak. He tries to swallow again, but it's painful; almost impossible.

"Once done, it cannot be undone," she warns him. "A Vulcan mating bond is permanent."

"I know," he whispers.
st:tos  kirk/spock  ep-related  fuckordie  vulcan  bonded 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
Definitions - by WerewolvesAreReal
He wants to experiment with the bond, now that he fully recognizes its existence; but he also acknowledges that Spock will surely become aware of any attempts. He will probably not approve or be comfortable with the tampering. But he does pay close attention to the interactions between himself and his first officer, and what he finds is a little surprising.

He wonders how he never noticed it before, the way he catches himself thinking, almost randomly, “Spock is tired. I should make him rest.” Or, “Spock is awake. Let's see if he's up for a game of chess.” Or even, more eerily, “I need to get this to Spock – he's in the science labs right now.”

Strangely, no one else seems confused when he makes the mistake of voicing his assumptions aloud. Perhaps he's the only one who never noticed, then, because everyone around him seems to take his matter-of-fact knowledge as something natural.

Sometimes, more rarely, he thinks he can see why people call Spock cold. There are odd moments where he looks at Spock and the outside does not match the bond.
st:tos  kirk/spock  bonded  telepathy  mind-meld  friends-to-lovers 
july 2018 by runpunkrun
The World Well Lost - by AnnaKnitsSpock (Star Trek Reverse Big Bang 2018)
Whatever had brought them to Tarsus IV, Jim and his fellow students were mean, hard, and unhappy. There were plenty of schoolyard fights and plenty of successive detentions spent tilling soil or laying fertilizer—on Tarsus even the detentions were beneficial to the colony’s production. But Jim tried to stay out of trouble: the sooner he could get off this rock the sooner he could try to get out of Iowa. After that, on his own, maybe he could build some kind of life.

And so he kept to himself.

But the older boys were going to eat that new Vulcan kid alive, and Jim just couldn’t let that happen.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  tarsus-iv  meet-as-kids  whoops  bonded  grief  amnesia  kolinahr  recovery  reunion 
june 2018 by runpunkrun
Common Ground: Part I of the Fields of Evermore series - by Tiger Tyger (Southern_Comfort)
Jim sat up against the pillows, and nodded when McCoy excused himself. Spock stood alone at the end of the room. The light blue Science shirt fit loosely against his torso, as did the regulation pants. The boots added no height, but then Spock hardly needed any. His expression was one of practiced calm, of indifference and rejection of all things that were un-Vulcan. But Jim Kirk had long ago learned to read the hidden thoughts in those dark eyes, the ones that were so obviously focused today on nothing but himself.

"Are you going to stand there all day, Spock?"

"As I mentioned, Captain, it would be best if we were not in proximity. If I may, I will adjust our duty schedules, so that we are on alternate shifts—"

"And that's that? You wipe your hands of me, the irrational human you bonded yourself to?" His attempt at humor fell flat and he realized he sounded more like a discarded girlfriend. He sat up and gestured for Spock to come closer.

Spock looked affronted, and Jim would have smiled if the situation wasn't so serious. "I am doing what is best for you—."

"And what about yourself? Damn it, would you come over here!"

Slowly, the Vulcan moved closer, until he was perhaps five feet from the bed. "My choices are inconsequential. A bonding that is not voluntary is not a bonding."

Suddenly, Jim could see the situation as Spock saw it. A bond that was unwanted, undesirable. He'd let his own emotions cloud what must have seemed like a simple choice for Spock.
st:tos  kirk/spock  bonded  rejection  vulcan  earthside  friends-to-lovers  taking-it-slow  iowa  meet-the-family  horses 
june 2018 by runpunkrun
Consort - by Elliewood (Congruence #3)
Few individuals pride themselves as much as Spock, son of Sarek of Vulcan, on their mastery of the skills of logical reasoning and inductive prediction. But upon opening the door to their shared apartment, even he had to admit that it did not take a brilliant mind to ascertain the status of his roommate from the observable evidence contained therein.

Just beyond the entry lay a pair of boots, dropped on their sides 1.72 meters apart as though the person wearing them had kicked off one, then hopped on the newly unshod foot to pry off the other and discard it just as carelessly. Turning the corner to the study afforded Spock a view of more abandoned clothing -- a grey peaked cap on the floor and a matching jacket, its sleeves turned inside-out, tossed on the desk. Then through the bathroom to where a bottle of pain medication rested on the near end of the counter and a used tumbler on the far end, as if the pills had been swallowed as the individual kept moving toward the bedroom, where he indeed found Jim Kirk lying on his stomach across the bed, arms extended over his head, feet hanging off the edge, fast asleep.

Several similar occurrences had taught him that Jim was unlikely to awaken until several hours after a dose of the doctor's pain meds. Spock glanced at the chronometer -- only 1742, which meant he would probably eat dinner alone again this evening.

As a general rule, Vulcans do not sigh, and so Spock silently pulled Jim's trousers off and lifted the limp body with one arm while turning the bedclothes down with the other, intending to slide him under the sheets and leave him to his sleep. But Jim turned his face to nuzzle into him and mumbled something unintelligible as his eyelashes fluttered against Spock's chest, and after a moment's pause, Spock dropped the bedclothes in his hand and sat on the bed instead to cradle his drowsy mate.
st:aos  kirk/spock  earthside  bonded  taking-it-slow  sick  new-vulcan  sarek  spockprime  captive  klingons  prison 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
Companion - by Elliewood (Congruence #2)
"Jim. I'm here. Spock is here. We want you to open your eyes, let us know you're okay."

Something socked me in the chest when I saw it, a fractional lowering of his brows, a tiny frown. I petted that frown encouragingly, smoothing the skin with my thumb.

"That's it, come on, wake up. Look at me."

The frown deepened as his eyes opened, not a lot, but enough that I could see a glint. His mouth moved, his voice wispy and unsteady but distinct.

"Bo..."

I felt my face break into a huge-ass grin.

"Yeah, kid, yeah it's me."

His eyes shifted toward the other side of the bed. "Poh...?"

"I am here as well, Captain." Spock tried to sound cool, but his voice hitched slightly on the "well." My cheeks were cramping from smiling so hard.

"Kay." And just like that, he was out again, his eyelids closing as the frown relaxed.

"He knew us." I thought I would bust a gut from sheer joy. "He knew us, he knew who we were."

"Indeed."

"Sweet baby Jesus," I breathed, and I let my head drop to rest on his shoulder, my hand still clinging to his hair. A moment later, I heard Spock come around the bed to stand next to me. I didn't trust myself to look up.

I felt a firm but gentle squeeze, his hand on my shoulder, and I kind of lost it again, so I pushed my eyes against Jim's gown for a few minutes until I could stand up to update his chart.
st:aos  spock/uhura  kirk/spock  kirk&mccoy  stid  earthside  infirmary  bonded  h/c  recovery  breakup  infidelity  hotel/motel  roommates  mind-meld  taking-it-slow 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
Wrath – Keira Marcos (ST/The Sentinel)
“What are the odds that two different people from lost Sentinel/Guide families would end up breeding with telepathic species?” Bones asked dryly. “Spock is the son of Dr. Amanda Grayson. Her many greats grandfather was the last Alpha Sentinel on Earth.” He paused. “Until today.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Pike said and closed his eyes. “Have you contacted her?”

“Dr. Grayson and her husband, Ambassador Sarek, are on their way from Vulcan. They’re bringing a host of healers with them, and I’ve contacted Betazed as well. Jim’s Guide genetics are waking up parts of his brain that are entirely Betazoid.” He cleared his throat. “It was bad then?”

“Spock killed five men in about thirty seconds with his bare hands. The one that stabbed Jim, his head fell completely off when they tried to move the body,” Pike said roughly. “I’m pretty sure Jim put him to sleep with his brain, which is beyond what we’ve known a Betazoid to be capable of.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  fusion  psi!kirk  bonded  infirmary 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
the sound of you (was all I'd hear) - by tardigradeschool
Spock finds himself somewhat agitated during the fortnight it takes Jim to wake up. To his mystification, his newfound awareness of Jim does not fade much with distance, although he prefers nonetheless to spend his time near. It’s nonsensical to want to be beside Jim despite McCoy’s reminders that it will likely be some weeks until he recovers sufficiently to rouse, but Spock can’t help but speculate that sense, at least with Jim, might be somewhat relative.

It takes Dr. McCoy a number of days to fully resign himself to Spock’s continued presence in Jim’s room, but once he does, he seems to warm to Spock a little. They end up sitting side by side, Spock doing the extensive paperwork that his missions with Jim always seem to require, McCoy reading a novel and getting up periodically to check the instruments hooked up to Jim. Spock doesn’t say that if something was wrong with Jim, he would know immediately. (He knows this because once one of the medical interns attached something wrong; Jim got mildly dehydrated and Spock woke up in the middle of the night.) He doesn’t want to look this gift horse in the mouth, especially if it might aid Jim’s recovery.

Not a day passes that Spock doesn’t visit Jim’s room at least once. It would be disarming to see Jim so helpless, so without animation, if Spock couldn’t feel the steady pulse of his brainwaves, settling calmingly at the base of his skull. Sometimes, when he finds himself tired and with little to do, Spock settles on the floor and meditates, letting himself sink away, sometimes for hours. McCoy never says anything, and Spock is grateful.
st:aos  kirk/spock  stid  bonded  infirmary  roommates  sleeping/together 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
standard orbit collapsing - by tardigradeschool
On Spock’s fourth day alone on the Enterprise, someone wanders into his laboratory. Spock, who does not wish to disturb his microscope by moving, does not turn around.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” It’s Captain Kirk’s voice. “I didn’t realize anyone would be on the ship.”

“You are not,” Spock says, still not looking up.

“Will it bother you if I look around? I won’t touch any of the experiments.”

“That is acceptable,” Spock says. It is considerate of Kirk to ask; as captain, he does not need Spock’s permission to explore his own ship. Spock continues to work, putting the captain’s presence from his mind, and when he does stand up, over half an hour later, he is surprised to find Kirk still there, leaning over an open notebook with his hands tucked behind his back, possibly in an effort not to disturb anything.

“This is amazing,” Kirk says, turning. “How on earth did you discover the properties of the grass on Sigma 12?”

“A yeoman tripped and skinned her knee.”

“Fascinating,” Kirk says with relish.

“Yes, I agree,” Spock says..

Kirk smiles. Spock finds himself with the oddest instinct to smile back. Pike had respected the science division, of course, but he had never taken an interest as Kirk seems to.
st:tos  kirk/spock  new-in-town  grief  bonded 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
In Another World - by ashayam_spirk
Jim’s comm beeped, and he yanked it out of his pocket, seeing the annoyed message from Komack which he promptly ignored. He knew he couldn’t be the first person to turn down a command promotion, and he wouldn’t be the last, and he was fairly sure it was just the whole Son of George Kirk thing that had the Admiral up his ass. But Jim loved what he did—he didn’t exactly expect to fall in love with xeno-botany but here he was, and he had no intention of taking over the Enterprise, no matter what his previous Academy scores and records on the Farragut said. And really, the entire reason they wanted him was the fact that he’d been a science consult for the ship for the past four years now. Pike and Kirk had gotten to know each other through comms and crises, and Jim wasn’t entirely sure what had caused Pike to accept the promotion and leave the ship, but he wasn’t exactly in a hurry to take his place.

No, he was going to dedicate his time—at least for now—to cultivating the ability to grow sustainable flora from one world on another without massive assistive technology. And on top of that he’d been approved to work on Vulcan with Dr. Amanda Grayson. The botanist whose books Jim kept like they were the damn bible, who he might have had a mini-poster of that he talked to in the lab whenever he was stressed. He was a fan-boy. Sue him.

All he needed to do was a few tutoring sessions with one of the xeno-linguistics professors to ensure his Vulcan didn’t leave him insulting the scientists he’d be working with, and he would be on a ship heading off for the desert planet. And he was excited about this one. Dr. Grayson had actually set this up for him when he’d been bemoaning his lack of access to proper Golic. She informed him she was acquainted with a Vulcan professor at the Academy, and would set up a few sessions with him if Jim was willing.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  herbology  disability  vulcan  amanda  vsa  fuckordie  bonded  pining 
may 2018 by runpunkrun
Something Smart to Do - by kianspo
“I’m not sure, but I think somewhere in that reference, there was definitely some sexual harassment, sir.”

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

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

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

Jim stills. “Um.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay,” she started. “Okay. Jimmy.”

“Yes, Mom?”

“Tell me one more time. How, exactly, did you end up with a baby- a baby, mind you, that looks to be half-Vulcan?”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  progeny  single-parent  ep-related  tarsus-iv  new-vulcan  stid  seeingdouble  emo!spock  st:dsc  timetravel  bonded  firsttimes  size-kink  sybok  amnesia  stb  marriage 
april 2018 by runpunkrun
Spring Blossom - by ashayam_spirk
He looks down at the baby, notes that although her skin tone is close to her father’s, it’s darker brown with red undertones, and he can’t see her hair under the cap, but he can definitely see the Betazoid-black in her eyes—intense, no way to tell pupil from iris. She locks eyes with him, and he feels serenity and contentment which makes him smile.

It’s enough to soothe his nerves and he turns his attention back to the conversation.

“…lost communications a week ago. The pod we picked up had two things. A holovid with her instructions, and the child.”

Both Jim and Spock go rigid with surprise, and it hits Jim that he’s not holding Bakshi’s child at all.

“We had a DNA scan performed, and it is confirmed the child does belong to Lieutenant Burnham,” Bakshi says.
st:aos  kirk/spock  earthside  roommates  progeny  telepathy  adoption  taking-it-slow  bonded  bodies 
april 2018 by runpunkrun
Captain Of His Soul - by pastmydancingdays
‘Aye,’ Scotty replied, leaning forward on crossed arms. ‘Would you like me to try and – ah – slow things down, sir?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Spock.’
st:aos  kirk/spock  kirk&mccoy  pining  oblivious  tarsus-iv  food  h/c  off-world  captive  telepathy  bonded 
april 2018 by runpunkrun
Losing My Favorite Game - by ninety6tears (kuleshov effect #2)
My heart broke in some way when he broke hers, when she broke his. I really had to believe in what it was for some reason, and maybe seeing it bomb with somebody like Uhura just confirmed some nagging impossibility in my mind, all the while opening up a couple very uneasy possibilities, and I just felt a little knocked around like I was dreading something the day their relationship was over. Maybe this is why I have no memory of how I somehow ended up taking her home in the middle of trying at all costs to completely avoid her after I heard the news, knowing like an obnoxious tapping in the back of my mind, it had nothing to do with me, but my place in the equation was inescapable: I am going to get hurt.
st:aos  kirk/uhura  kirk/spock  mind-meld  bonded  fuckordie  breakup 
march 2018 by runpunkrun
Vulcans Don't Play Basketball - by ninety6tears (kuleshov effect #1)
By now there’s a good gap of distance between them, as Jim always paces around during conversation. “It was something like a year ago now, right?...After I slept with you, I needed to tell Spock. You probably figured that at the time.”

He is so forward about it, she can’t be offended by him flatly bringing it up. She nods. Still, he's uncomfortable with it, and he explains with a sort of impatient loftiness.

“The problem, I guess, was that it could so easily have not been a big deal. I could’ve never told him about it, or I'd tell him and let him indifferently stand there telling me how he had no valid reason to care, and that just felt all wrong. Because I knew he’d care, in his own way, and I almost wanted him to be mad, but I wanted him to understand...”

Uhura lets out a sudden long breath, her hands covering at her face for just a couple seconds. “Oh my God...”

“Yeah.”

“You offered to mind meld with him?!—Just—?”

Jim shakes his head with slight regret. “I know. I probably should’ve asked you. But...I don’t know, maybe in a way, we are kind of an ‘item.’ This ongoing thing started then, I just sorta got a kick out of it, and we're loosely linked a lot of the time now—”

"—What?" This is the most alarming thing to her yet. Her expression is gaping as she shakes her head at him. "You just...I mean, of course, it makes perfect sense, but wouldn't he—"

"Yeah, I mean, he tries to convince me now and then that I shouldn't be comfortable with it, but he never actually says—"

"Well, it's not like he's a toy, Jim..." She's shaking her head tightly. "I mean, that's a huge thing in their culture...The fact that he's willing to do that with you, it's like—"

"He's given up on marriage?" he interrupts flatly, which practically confirms that it's true, he's considered this before.
st:aos  spock/uhura  kirk/uhura  kirk-spock  breakup  drunk  off-world  honesty  bonded  fuckordie 
march 2018 by runpunkrun
The Fall and Rise of a Rom-Com Guy - by snuffleslove
“Reassign me,” Jim says, as soon as Spock is out of the room. And for years, Jim has been trying to come up with a way to surprise Admiral Pike. Check, he thinks miserably.

“What’s going on, son?” Pike asks finally, his voice quiet and kind. Jim flinches.

“Nothing, sir,” he mumbles, “That’s going to be my punishment anyway, isn’t it? I’m a pain in your ass and I don’t respect the chair, you said it yourself. Just - reassign me and promote Spock to captain of the Enterprise. You know he deserves it.”

Admiral Pike shakes his head slowly, staring at him in disbelief.

“I expected you to fight me tooth and nail on this, Kirk, not suggest it yourself - “

“Well, I won’t sir - “

“If something has happened, Jim, if there’s something wrong, we can - “

“There’s nothing wrong Admiral Pike,” Jim interrupts stubbornly, “I’ve made a mess, is all, and - “

“Son,” Pike interrupts, placing a strong on hand on Jim’s shoulder. Jim looks into his eyes and there’s an understanding there that Jim has never had and always wanted and - god it hurts to be letting this man down.

“I’m compromised,” he says finally, tries to keep his voice even but the words come out bitter with self-deprecation anyway, “When it comes to Spock I - I’m compromised, sir.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  stid  infirmary  clothes  sharing  sleeping/together  h/c  telepathy  food  dreams  bonded 
march 2018 by runpunkrun
Miserable Ills - by JadedFalling
Spock had set to work getting everything comfortable for Jim as soon as his padd whistled with the message from Doctor McCoy. And when the captain’s door beeped he admitted the yeoman beyond and let the young man place a blister pack of small white tabs on the tray he was readying to place next to Jim’s bed.

“Anything else, Commander?” he asked and Spock responded in the negative, dismissing the yeoman.

When he carried the tray back into Jim’s sleeping space, he found the captain’s startling blue gaze watching him from beneath the cloth on his head.

“You know you don’t actually have to stay, right?” Jim rasped quietly, eyes icy and shiny from his mild fever. There was something almost accusing in them as Spock carefully set the tray on Jim’s bedside table.

“Doctor McCoy made it clear that your illness weakens and that you should be properly ‘settled in’ for it before too long.”

“Bones is a mother-henning worrywart. He takes his job too seriously sometimes.”

“I would hope Doctor McCoy is serious about the parameters of his station aboard this ship simply by the virtue of the position.”

“Spock,” Jim croaked, drawing out the vowel of his name in the way that Spock had come to mean Jim was exasperated in some way by him.
st:aos  kirk/spock  sick  h/c  bonded  bodies  tarsus-iv 
february 2018 by runpunkrun
What has Seeds - by theplotholesmademedoit [11/?]
Spock is six years old when he meets Kirk on Christmas in a grocery store.

Their unrestrained personalities clash, innocent produce is damaged and unknown to either of them, they have become bonded, with only a touch and never knowing the other's name.

They meet again as strangers, or so they think, at the Kobayashi Maru hearing. What happens inbetween, what happens after, and most importantly what happens to Kirk when Spock raises his mental shields plays a greater part in the adventures of the famous dou than either thought possible.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  meet-as-kids  whoops  bonded  rejection  sick  wip 
january 2018 by runpunkrun
Poster Boy - by Cammerel
Jim relaxes his shoulders, motioning between them, “Okay, so what do we do?”

Spock reaches a hand up, placing his fingers on the psi points and staring into those soft blue eyes, “I am going to probe your mind, Jim. Are you at all prepared?”

He can see the smile light up on Jim’s face, but the Captain nods.

“Hah, yeah,” he says in amusement, then takes a deep, teasing tone, “Probe at your leisure, Mr. Spock.”

“Jim, this is hardly the time to make sexual jokes considering what-”

“I’ll make jokes about you saying ‘I’m going to probe you, Jim’ any day, no matter what.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  bonded  klingons  captive  mind-meld  topping  firsttimes  bodies 
january 2018 by runpunkrun
Victims of War - by Cammerel
“I’m sorry,” Jim says, glancing back at his mother, then Spock again, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Spock takes another step closer, “I am not uncomfortable, Jim. You did not make me so.”

“I didn’t?”

“You did not.”

Jim smiles and still seems to need more convincing when he says: “Mom told me what I did was wrong.”

“I admit I am still unfamiliar with Terran customs,” Spock tells him, “But I do not feel as though you did anything wrong.”

“Then it was okay?”

“It…” Spock does not find the word applicable, “Yes, Jim, it is okay.”

Jim leans in quickly then and kisses him once more on the lips.

Winona and his mother gasp, Jim’s mother reaching out to grab his arm.

“Jim!”

“What? He said it was okay,” Jim complains, pulled nearly off his feet, shirt tugged up to expose his soft belly as Spock watches the exchange.

Their time spent together afterwards was under constant surveillance. Jim did try to kiss him three more times, each occurance being stopped when his mother cut him off as she spoke his name in warning.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  meet-as-kids  iowa  whoops  bonded  war  reunion 
january 2018 by runpunkrun
Affliction's Sons - by Stella_Notecor
Spock tugged the drink from Jim’s hands. “It is not healthy to imbibe in alcohol in order to forget your feelings.”

“Says the guy who meditates his emotions away,” Jim muttered.

Spock glared at him.

Jim threw his hands up in the air. “Alright, fine, you win. I’ll stop drowning my sorrows. You gotta give me something to burn off all this emotion though or I’m gonna go punch some snotty admirals.”

And Jim would, just to protect Spock’s pride. It was somewhat endearing but mostly exasperating. Spock moved their drinks to the side and slid his credit chip into the machine on the table to deduct the credits for Jim’s drink and a larger-than-necessary tip for the server since his water hadn’t required any credits. They would not be drinking any more that night.

Spock returned his credit chip to his pocket. “What do you normally do to rid yourself of your excess emotions?”

Jim smirked. “I fight. Or I get drunk. Or I have sex. Or some combination of the three.”

Spock did not wish to deal with a drunken Jim, and a fight between them would be unfair. Spock was far stronger than Jim, as well as faster. That left sex. Considering it made Spock’s palms tingle a little; he was not adverse to the idea. It would certainly take care of his longing for sex.

Spock made up his mind. “We should return to the ship.”

Jim pouted again. “You won’t even let me pick up someone?”

“There is no need to ‘pick someone up’.” Spock let his eyebrow rise, knowing that him using slang and facial emotions at the same time would amuse Jim. “I am available.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  sarek/winona  fuckbuddy  voyeurism/exhibitionism  roleplay  dirtytalk  stranded  fuckordie  faking-it  new-vulcan  mind-meld  spockprime  pining  bonded 
january 2018 by runpunkrun
All In - by little-smartass (Linxcat), spicyshimmy, summerofspock
“I’m ordering you,” Jim says finally - and this is it, that cornering push, a move that shouldn’t have to be made between friends, “To tell me what’s happening with you. This has nothing to do with us, friendship, whatever this is. I need a First Officer who can do his job and do it right, and you need to tell me what’s keeping your head out of the game.”

Spock’s pause is brief. Even he won’t argue with protocol or chain of command. It’s an order. Jim doesn’t like it, but he likes the alternatives even less.

“Very well.” Spock focuses on a point beyond Jim’s shoulder, eyes fixed on the far wall. “I have been informed by the Vulcan Science Council that my child is dying.”

It takes a good few seconds for Jim’s brain to catch up with his ears and by that point his mouth has caught on and dropped wide open.

“Your- Your what ?” Maybe he heard wrong. No; Spock said it. He definitely said it. My child. “You have a kid ? Since when? With who? Oh my God, Spock, is that why you and Uhura broke up? Actually, uh, no, sorry, that doesn’t matter - don’t answer that. Since when have you had a kid, Spock?”

Spock seems vaguely puzzled by Jim’s incessant babbling but he still can’t meet Jim’s eyes, which is when the second half of the sentence really sinks in.

“Oh, Spock,” he breathes, heart twisting. He takes a few steps towards him, hands reaching out, then remembers who exactly he’s reaching for and jerks them back. Spock’s gaze flickers towards him. “Dying ? Is that- That’s why you’ve been in pain.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  whoops  bonded  telepathy  progeny  new-vulcan  spockprime  mind-meld  shore-leave  pining  rejection 
january 2018 by runpunkrun
What Makes A Family - by GenericUsername01
“I have unfortunate news,” Spock said. “You are not eligible to adopt Saavik. Vulcan adoptions are closed to all but Vulcan citizens.”

Jim stopped cold. “But I promised her.”

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

“And the only way to do that is—“

“—marriage to a Vulcan citizen.”

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

“You could marry me,” Spock said finally. “If you wish.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  adoption  progeny  faking-it  marriage  bonded  sleeping/together  new-vulcan  trial 
january 2018 by runpunkrun
Sanctuary - by CiderWriter / WhyMrSpook
Kirk looked up slowly, determination blazing just as his smile had done. It hurt to look at, because it wasn’t natural. Kirk had learned these behaviours at some point (tarsus, Chris inhaled deeply) and he was a potent mixture of low self-esteem, stubborn defensiveness and total genius. Frankly, Chris didn’t know what the hell he was going to do.

“I finished it in theory.” Kirk shrugged, cool and distant. “Would you believe it; sex gets you further than degrees do.”

That vaguely nauseous feeling returned to Chris. He was well practiced at ignoring things he didn’t want to deal with, but the implications of Kirk’s statement were going to keep him awake all night.

“Not in Starfleet. So keep your little roommate from seducing my husband, and I might invite you both over for dinner on Friday.”

In an instant, the defensiveness switched into a true, bright-eyed grin. Jim emerged from beneath Kirk, and Chris fell for the stupid brat all over again. God, Phil was either going to kill him or fall even harder. Either way, Chris was screwed.
st:aos  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  pike  tarsus-iv  food  h/c  panic  mitchell  bonded 
november 2017 by runpunkrun
Going Boldly - by IvanW
Spock watched James Kirk for signs of stress. But so far his observations had proven to be futile for the captain did not seem particularly stressed.

He still laughed and joked with Sulu and Chekov. Pulled impossible feats out of Mr. Scott. Teased McCoy. As far as Spock could tell it was only Spock he acted differently with. But of this he was certain. The captain was distancing himself from Spock and the closer they got to New Vulcan the more he pulled away from Spock.

He did not make friends easily. And he had few friends. Even fewer close friends. Jim was his closest friend. Spock must have done something to cause the captain to change their friendship. He did not know what. And though he did not like to admit it, he found the change distressing.

Spock stared at the back of Kirk’s head, willing him to turn and look at Spock as he usually did. But Kirk never did.
st:aos  spock/uhura  kirk/spock  ep-related  mitchell  whoops  bonded  mirrorverse  trauma 
november 2017 by runpunkrun
No One Else - by ThereBeWhalesHere
A minute passed before the answer, but when the door flew open Kirk looked flustered. He was still shirtless, though he had at least pulled on his slacks, which remained halfway unzipped and hanging low on his hips. There was a clear bruise rising along one of his hipbones, a thumbprint, it looked like, and a line of red marks on his throat that still bore the impression of teeth. Spock realized then that it had been mere minutes since Kirk had climaxed, mere moments since he had parted ways with the night’s lover, that he might be sore and slick and still reeling from his orgasm, and somehow the thought sent lightning strikes of arousal through Spock’s body.

“Yes?” Kirk asked, frustration clear in the lines of his face, “what is it, Mister Spock?”

It was too late for Spock to second-guess himself, so he didn’t. He crowded Kirk and forced him to stumble backwards, surprise dawning on his face as the door closed behind them.

“What are you doing here, Spock?” Kirk asked harder, regaining his footing, squaring his shoulders and refusing to back down as Spock moved effortlessly into his personal space, breathing in the scent of sex that clung to Kirk’s gleaming skin.

“That man,” Spock said, noting that his own voice sounded hoarse to his own ears. “The waiter from the bar.”

“What about him?” There was a challenge in Kirk’s voice, and his frustration with Spock’s intrusion was clear.

“You have engaged in intercourse with him.”

Kirk’s anger bled away for the briefest of moments, replaced with confusion that Spock could read in his expression just as he could feel it over their link-- a link which he now allowed to flow into him the way he always wished it would.

“Not that it’s any of your business, Spock,” Kirk said stiffly.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  mirrorverse  shore-leave  jealousy  bonded  mind-meld  D/s  bottoming 
september 2017 by runpunkrun
One on a Side, Two Together - by JackHawksmoor (T'hy'la Bang 2017)
The energy that was tearing them to pieces suddenly paused, easing off, but not entirely. It felt a little more like it had when it passed through Kirk. Almost like it knew Kirk was there.

Kikr looked down into Spock’s eyes and Spock looked up into his. The shared epiphany crackled between them. Could it be that simple?

Spock reached for him like Kirk was trying to pull Spock out of a well. His hands pressed against Kirk’s face and they were more than together, they were one person. There was an immediate rightness about that oneness that neither of him had time to examine.

An unpleasant humming noise rose around them and the energy brightened again. Then it swirled into the floor beneath him, soaking into the composite and vanishing.

The ship had registered that he was a telepath but that the rest of him wasn’t, and had backed off. Kirk looked down at himself in triumph.

It would be temporary, though. He couldn’t hold a mind-meld forever.

I have to stay together, somehow, Kirk thought, staring down at Spock, into his own eyes. He had to protect himself.

There was a part of him that knew how to do that, but was reluctant for foolish reasons. That part of him was much better at navigating through his thoughts. However, (to his delight) he immediately discovered that the rest of him was louder.

He felt a touch to a far off corner of his mind, soft and careful as a curious kitten. Something unfolded in response, shining white and beautiful.
st:tos  kirk/spock  off-world  captive  ai  telepathy  bonded 
september 2017 by runpunkrun
The Sum of its Parts - by JBMcDragon
Spock glanced over at the captain -- at Jim, as he'd become over the last several months -- checking that his breathing was still regular. His skin was pale, more so than usual, the blue veins at his throat and over his eyelids far more obvious. His lower lip was split. Angry red flesh ringed his wrists and ankles, crusted with little scabs. In five days, he'd lost weight. They both had, but Spock was more worried -- concerned, really, only because weight loss would affect their escape possibilities -- about the captain. Humans were frail. They didn't take well to sudden shifts in environment or sustenance.

Jim's hair was greasy and limp, his clothes dirty, his skin grimy. His hands were bruised from pounding at the door, and though he didn't seem to realize it, his voice was raw from shouting.

And now his memory wasn't right.
st:aos  kirk/spock  off-world  captive  amnesia  h/c  seeingdouble  mind-meld  bonded 
august 2017 by runpunkrun
The Bond - by WhatIfImaMermaid
They all turn at the sight of Spock walking towards them, straightening the hem of the blue jersey he just put back on.

“Spock, do you remember who I am?” Jim asks tentatively.

Spock raises one eyebrow, right at the same time as Bones elbows Jim in the ribs, mumbling something about melodramatic infants who sometimes conveniently forget how to count. “He’s only lost a few months, Jim. If you can plot navigation vectors in your head you can figure out what he’s missing.”

“Doctors. Captain.” Spock crosses his arms on this lower back. He looks remarkably unconcerned, for having woken up six months into the future. “This is no cause of concern. Retrograde amnesia usually resolves itself naturally following its inception.”

Bones just looks at him, shaking his head and muttering bitterly to himself. “Goddamn hobgoblin. Amnesia. How cliche can you be?”
st:aos  kirk/spock  whoops  bonded  amnesia  faking-it  pining  <3 
august 2017 by runpunkrun
Echolocation - by Darksknight
Bones could just about kill the two of them sometimes. Muttering to himself about pots and kettles, he swiped the dermal regenerator out of Jim’s hands and got to work on Spock’s. The burns weren’t large, but they were deep, and based on the slight tremble in Spock’s hands, they were painful.

“This coulda’ been pretty bad, you know.” Bones muttered.

“It is fortunate you were nearby, Doctor.” Spock said.

“Fortunate my ass. Jim dragged me up here ‘cuz ‘a his gut feeling.” He rolled his eyes. “Hows that for science, huh?”

Spock said, “Captain Kirk’s ‘gut feeling’s are right 92.3337 percent of the time. It is hardly surprising-“

“Yeah, yeah, save it.” He looked up at Jim, who was frowning, rubbing his temple- his tell for a nasty migraine. “And don’t think I don’t see your headache over there. I keep telling you, you need to cut back on the-“

“Burgers. Fine. I guess Spock and I will just have to have plomeek Tuesdays and Thursdays.” He grinned at Spock, as if willing the Vulcan to back him up.

“I will reconfigure my schedule to allow for this.” Spock said solemnly.

Bones just sighed. “I need a damn vacation from the two of you idiots.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  whoops  bonded  oblivious  games 
august 2017 by runpunkrun
Fall Into Your Gravity - by Jaylee
“Don't you think we should get an ambassador or something?” Winona asked, trying her damnedest to remain calm. Pretty hard to do when all she could think about was George turning over in his grave.

‘So you married off our toddler, did you, Winnie? What a brilliant spot of parenting. Gonna marry our six-year-old off next? Wouldn’t want Sam to feel left out.’

Lady Amanda gave a half smile and absentmindedly tugged at her dress to straighten it. Winona wanted to punch the woman for looking so unscathed.

“I understand your concern, Mrs. Kirk, but this is about our children. I do not think it needs to become a diplomatic incident.”

Which was all so damn easy for her to say because she was an Ambassador‘s wife and undoubtedly trained to keep insane shit on the down-low.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  meet-as-kids  whoops  bonded  tarsus-iv  starfleet.edu  reunion 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
Change in Command - by scifishipper
The Captain strode ahead of Spock, his confident swagger showing a man who did not fear attacks from behind, particularly those of his First Officer. Spock had rarely seen such confidence before.

Once inside the turbolift, Kirk faced Spock, his eyes glittering green and gold.

“You might be Vulcan, but I believe I have surprised you,” Kirk said, smirking.

“Indeed, Captain.” Spock’s tone was deferential, as was his lowered eye contact. If this was a test, Spock meant to pass.

“I am full of surprises, Commander,” Kirk said, drawing his voice down to a heavy whisper. He moved then, stealthily, to face Spock and stood only inches away. “I have been told that you do not desire command. How can this be true? What man doesn't want it?”

“I do not desire the captaincy. I am much more content with my scientific duties. And, I am frankly content to be a lesser target.”

“Ah, so then the rumors are true. Have you never assassinated a superior then?” Kirk seemed to laugh at him.

Spock stared at Kirk, voice strong as he spoke. “While my intellect and experience were more than sufficient for the role of Science Officer, three years ago I became impatient. I enacted a plan to remove both the Science and First Officers from the command chain. With those positions vacant, it was only logical to step in to assist former Captain L’Egu by assuming both roles.”

Kirk grinned. “Good to know, Commander. I’ll make sure you are rewarded generously for your continued…patience.” Along with his words, Kirk pressed his palm against Spock’s genital region. The Captain’s breath was hot against his cheek and he felt the unexpected stirrings of arousal. It had been many years since he had been touched by a man in this way.

“At your peril, Captain,” Spock warned evenly. He held the Captain’s eyes and braced for violence.

“Ahh, Spock,” Kirk answered, his eyes gleaming with arousal and challenge as he stroked Spock through his uniform pants. “You will live or die at my command, and you will beg for my cock as I desire it. Your body and soul belong to me now.” Kirk gave Spock’s growing erection a sharp pinch. “Are we clear, Commander?”
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  mirrorverse  mind-meld  bodies  bonded  drugged  telepathy 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
Films about Ghosts - by belial
Spyder – shit, he’s Tam’a - turns toward the voice beyond the bars. “Yeah,” he croaks. “Just, bad feedback. I know what they’re here for.”

Jim shoves himself upright and starts to fall – but instead of landing on his face, he finds himself caught by the man they’ve been hunting for weeks. “Hey,” Tam’a says, steadying Jim on his feet. “Don’t go cracking your skull open, sit down.”

Jim would attempt to pull away, but Tam’a’s grasp is warm, and he unconsciously leans into the other man. “What’d you do to me?”

“Mind meld,” the criminal replies. “Sorry, I had to know what you wanted. Can you get your feet underneath you?”

“Uh, Tam…” the voice says.

“Shut up,” Tam’a growls over his shoulder, and refocuses on Jim. “Come on, you can stand up straight, baby, yeah?”

Jim finds his footing and Tam’a grins at him. “I might not be Starfleet, but I promise we’re not here to hurt you, either. Okay? Your captain and Uhura are a few cells down from here, and neither of them have woken up yet, but they’re fine.”

“Fine’s a relative term.”

“No one’s going to hurt you or your crewmates, as long as you’re onboard my ship.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  pike  emo!spock  pirates  mind-meld  bonded 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
Bound To You - by agentmoppet (H/D Erised 2016)
“You have been cursed,” Narcissa repeated, looking between the two of them for confirmation. The careful enunciation of her words - so polite and refined - did nothing to mask the horror Harry could hear in her voice.

“Yes,” Malfoy spat. “And the witch is part hag.”

Narcissa’s lips pursed into a thin line.

“What were the exact words of the curse?” Hermione interrupted. “Maybe we can find the counter-curse.”

“There is no counter-curse!” Malfoy set his cup down on the corner table so violently it nearly shattered. He folded his arms and leaned back against the wall again. “It’s hag magic. You see it through to the end, for better or worse.”
hp  harry/draco  afterthewar  cursed  whoops  bonded  magic  hotel/motel  beach  dreams 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
Family Matters - by Elise Madrid
Spock surveyed the space between the 'car and the beginning of the walkway. The water was already beginning to puddle, and what had been a sheltered area of dirt was now a muddy expanse. "I think not." He peered out the window, trying to make out any movement from the house.

"I know they're here. Sam wasn't going to go in today." She laughed. "He thought he and Jim might get in some hiking...oh, my god!"

Coming through the rain at a dead run, two totally soaked figures raced past the aircar, ignoring it and the passengers inside.

"Is that your husband and brother-in-law?" The two drenched men stood on the porch, throwing off their soaking clothes while laughter hindered their progress. When the smaller of the two began to remove his underwear, Aurelan laid on the horn.

Spock pressed his lips together in an attempt to keep from smiling. Even through the rain, the sheer masculine beauty of the younger man shouted out to him. His body was compact and muscular but gracefully proportioned, the wide shoulders narrowing down to slim hips. Dark gold hair lay plastered against his brow as a slow creep of color suffused his face.

Aurelan laughed and opened the window an inch. "Can one of you go get us an umbrella? And while you're at it, Jim, you might get decent. We've got company."

For Spock, it seemed the day got grayer as the younger Kirk grimaced and entered the house. The man Spock assumed was Sam Kirk walked out into the rain, wearing only a pair of khakis and his dignity.

"Who you've got in there, hon?" He leaned over and his eyes traveled past his wife to the stranger in the passenger seat. A look of surprise crossed his face as he saw the Vulcan sitting there.

"Sam, this is Lieutenant Spock. He was at the center for treatment and came to my rescue when I couldn't get the 'car opened."
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  sam  bonded  rejection  ep-related 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
Lift Your Open Hand - by firethesound (H/D Erised 2016)
They were nearly halfway through this trunk, and that hadn’t taken long at all. There were two more trunks so they could be done in about another hour. Then all they had to do was take the boxes and empty trunks down to Evidence, submit their inventory lists to the Patrolmen who were investigating where these magical items had come from, and then they’d be done. Harry could put up with Malfoy for that much longer. They’d be finished before he knew it.

Willfully ignoring that tomorrow he’d have to come back and face another full day of Malfoy, Harry bit back a sigh and took out a silver compact with a cabbage rose etched into the top. He just had to get through this afternoon. Small goals. Reasonable goals. He could do this.

“You look lovely, dear!” trilled the little round mirror inside when Harry flipped the lid open, and Malfoy snorted.

“Well that’s obviously defective,” he said. “Make sure you note that in the inventory, will you? Enchanted mirror can’t tell the difference between an attractive person and a speccy git. Maybe you ought to give it your glasses.”

And, wonderful. They’d now moved on to personal insults.

Harry resisted the urge to throw the compact right at Malfoy’s head. Instead, he snapped it shut and dropped it in the evidence box. He very deliberately ignored Malfoy and reached down into the trunk for a length of braided silk cord that he saw sticking out of the rest of the junk, preparing to pull it loose, and didn’t realize that Malfoy had grabbed the other end of it until a sudden crackle of magic flared to life between them, and the cords glowed gold and wrapped themselves around Harry’s and Malfoy’s wrists.

Harry jerked back in surprised, wrenching his arm free. The glow faded and the cords slipped from around Malfoy’s wrist and fell limply to the ground.
hp  harry/draco  afterthewar  aurors  training  bonded  sleeping/together 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
Five Times Jim and Spock Melded In Front Of Others - by Bam4Me
Leonard waited until he was sure Spock was distracted with nuzzling into Jim’s soft hair with his cheek, and waved the tricorder over the beat up looking man.

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

“Bones!”

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

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

Jim was wondering when their relationship became so functionally dysfunctional, but he feels Spock prodding at his mind, and turned to Leonard. “Bones, let’s go back to the ship, Handsy is trying to cop a feel of my brain.”
st:aos  st:tos  kirk/spock  mind-meld  psi!kirk  bonded  h/c  snuggling  infirmary  marriage 
july 2017 by runpunkrun
The Heart Knows Its Own Bitterness - by AshayaTReldai (T'hy'la Bang 2017)
McCoy rounded on him, hands on hips, eyes narrowing. “I’m not an expert in the biology of telepaths. But those brain scans apparently show a crazy amount of neurons firing around in an area associated in Vulcans with telepathic bonds. It shouldn’t appear in a psi-null human—unless they happen to share a bond with a Vulcan. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you, Spock?”

Spock drew himself to his full height and put both hands behind his back. “Doctor, the Captain and I do share a mental link. However, the link we share is not of the quality of the one Jim’s brainwave activity indicates. Nor is the preliminary link I share with Lieutenant Uhura. And in any case, were I to have such a link with the Captain, you would find that I too would share his current… distress.”

“Come on, Spock. It’s not just ‘distress’.”
st:aos  kirk/spockprime  spock/uhura  kirk/spock  bonded  fuckordie  death  mind-meld  grief  h/c 
june 2017 by runpunkrun
As You Wish - by writeonclara (ST/Bedazzled)
"What are you?"

"Never mind that," Lucifer said, flapping a hand. "Tell me about your wish."

"So, what, you can grant it?"

"Perhaps. As long as you don’t wish for me to undo events that have happened in this universe. Even I have my limitations. But otherwise, sure. It would be my greatest pleasure. In fact," Lucifer smacked both his knees, as if coming to a sudden decision, "I'll even give you seven. Seven wishes for the price of one."

"What?" Jim asked, suspiciously. "Why?"

"Why not?"

"I mean, you're calling yourself Lucifer. It just seems like a phenomenally bad idea to make wishes to someone named Lucifer."

"I only said you may call me Lucifer."
st:aos  kirk/spock  fusion  alternatetimelines  vulcan  honesty  starfleet.edu  bonded  royalty  flowers 
may 2017 by runpunkrun
Plugged In - by SakuraMinamino (ShiKahr #1)
She stared at him, looking for something. She was the calculating type, and Jim was used to such looks from her so he continued to sit there and smile. Sighing, she straightened herself and prepared him some ale and placed it in front of him.

Jim thanked her, wrapping his hand around the handle and once again marveled at the sensation of being able to feel the smooth wood finish of the mug handle, and the foam touching his upper lip as he drank.

"There is a rumor floating around about a strange NPC."

"An NPC? What's so special about it? Does it have a secret quest or something?"

Moreau shook her head, taking his mug to refill it. "He started appearing two weeks ago. He doesn't interact with other NPC's, he doesn't have a quest, and his answers to players always vary when someone approaches him, but he appears at the same time everyday for exactly 3 hours then disappears."

Jim frowned. "Is he a player?"

Again Moreau shook her head. "Player information doesn't show up. No name, no interaction options, and you never see him messing with his player menu even when he disappears. "

Jim had to admit, it was piquing his curiosity. Was it some sort of hidden event or perhaps a glitch in the system? Glitches were very rare finds in the game. Those who caught one were given quite a bit of money in compensation. "Where can I find him?"

"ShiKahr's main tavern."

He couldn't cover the wince even if he wanted to. ShiKahr was not easy to get to. The Fire Plains and The Forge were two of the most dangerous parts of the game. Out of the 10 million players, only 100,000 had succeeded into making it into the city. What made it so hard to get there was the monsters that lurked in the deserts. The AI was nothing like anyone had ever seen. The same tactic wouldn't work more than a handful of times if other monsters were close enough to witness it. They learned, and they guarded the city. Getting in alone was practically unheard of.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  vulcan  vsa  starfleet.edu  mccoy  virtualreality  games  sehlats  amanda  t'pring  angry  iowa  dragons  death  bonded  firstcontact 
april 2017 by runpunkrun
Sha Ka Ree - by ThereBeWhalesHere
“What’s the state of our half of the shuttle?”

“Inoperable at the moment. It required more work than I estimated.”

“Then let’s fix it. We need to contact the ships. Someone.”

“Mister Kirk,” Spock said, voice almost gentle. “I do not believe we will be able to reach the ships.”

Jim had a guess as to why, but he didn’t want to admit to it. The very concept of time travel was too ridiculous. Impossible. Though, everything about this mission so far had been impossible. The storm, the flora and fauna, the age of the shuttlecraft-- maybe they had to start reevaluating what ‘impossible’ meant.

“Okay.” Cautiously, Jim pulled his legs underneath him, testing his weight. There was a spike of pain, but it was bearable in comparison to the agony of before. Most of the pain came from his hip, in fact, where the makeshift bandage stuck to his wound. He stood slowly using the wall for balance. “Okay,” he said again, when he was sure he wouldn’t collapse just yet. “I think we should start by fixing the sensors.”

“The sensors will be unable to corroborate my working theory.”

“Which is..?”

“Undeveloped.”
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  pike  off-world  stranded  death  sleeping/together  rejection  pining  h/c  bonded  firsttimes  timetravel  infirmary  reunion 
april 2017 by runpunkrun
Out of Time - by Kagedtiger (Time 'Verse #3)
"I should've felt this." Kirk's voice was angry, but only because of the guilt he felt. He knew Spock could feel that guilt, and would not hold the anger against him. "Why didn't I?"

"I have been suppressing it to some extent. As best I could, at any rate. It is only now beginning to come on fully. No, Jim."

This last was because Kirk had started forward, intending to sit next to him on the bed. Kirk stopped, startled. In the past six months or so, he'd gotten used to extended physical contact, at least when they were alone. Whether conversing or just relaxing, it had become habit for the two of them to sit back to back, or side by side with their legs touching. Physical contact greatly strengthened the intensity of sensation in the bond, and having such an intimate awareness of each others' thoughts led to extremely easy and rewarding conversation. To have such contact taken from him now was hurtful to Kirk, and he frowned.

"If you touch me, Jim, there will be no stopping it," Spock explained. "I am already too far gone. You said once you did not wish to be my wife." His eyes opened, to impress his seriousness upon Kirk. "We must get used to this while we can. The lack of physical contact will be nothing to the dissolution of the bond. You must re-accustom yourself to being alone."

"What about you?" Kirk asked. He felt like a child, wanted to throw a temper tantrum and scream and cry and throw things. He didn't want to quietly give up the bond that had carried them through two years of missions, the bond that had let Spock know whenever Kirk was in trouble, and send help, the bond that had let him peer beneath the surface of his first officer, and read the emotions that no one else even knew existed, let alone could interpret.
st:aos  kirk/spock  bonded  fuckordie  new-vulcan 
april 2017 by runpunkrun
Future Bliss - by kagedtiger (Time 'Verse #2)
When Kirk awoke, it was to find Spock sitting up on his cot, staring at him. Kirk sniffed, blinked, and looked over at the Vulcan. Though Spock's expression was completely blank, he was somehow aware that the Vulcan was seething with anger. How he was aware he wasn't sure, but he felt it with a conviction that he'd never had before.

"Why did you allow me to meld with you?" Spock asked, his voice tight.

At least he remembered, Kirk thought wryly, his wits still catching up with his wakefulness. "I didn't exactly have much of a choice. And don't you blame me for this! I was just trying to be nice! I was just trying to help you out of a bad dream! You're the one who grabbed my face like that."

Spock lowered his face into his hands and groaned in expression of world-weariness that seemed almost human. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"What do you mean me?" Kirk decided that he'd definitely gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. The side of the bed with a Vulcan next to it. He was already itching for a fight, and he'd barely finished regaining consciousness. "If anything, what we've done. Or what you've done, I really think it should be. ...What have you done, anyway?"

Spock didn't say anything right away, and it was weird, but Kirk swore he could feel the Vulcan's embarrassment. All his emotions - anger, fear, shame, confusion... but that didn't make sense. Spock wasn't displaying any of those.
st:aos  spock/uhura  kirk/spock  bonded 
april 2017 by runpunkrun
terra_lilly: What the Heart Wants
He looks down and sure enough Spock's hand is in his, palm to palm, fingers interlaced. He's not quite sure how that happened but he thinks . . .no he knows that letting go would be dangerous. They know that letting go would be dangerous, because somehow suddenly Spock is here with him, in him, through him. That alien did something and now Spock's telepathy is going haywire. He can feel everything, everyone, and he and Jim are so enmeshed right now they can barely distinguish one another. Their link is the only thing keeping them anchored. Somehow Jim manages to communicate this to Bones and so Spock is prepped for surgery right there, with Jim holding his hand.

It takes Jim a moment to realize what's happening, but once he does he tries desperately to shove the hopeless, yearning love he's been nurturing into a small corner of his mind where Spock won't notice it. It doesn't work ,of course, Spock is there, in that corner of his brain, every bit as much as he is everywhere else. He can feel the moment Spock recognizes the emotion for what it is, but everything is so chaotic and jumbled he can't read anything else from the Vulcan.

Time passes and it takes almost all of Jim's strength to retain himself within the link. This is necessary, Spock says, or they won't be able to recover at all. After a time he notices that other people are there. He hears Uhura crying softly in the background. At some point someone tries to get his attention but Bones is there, running interference.

More time passes. At some point Jim is pretty sure that someone sticks him with a hypospray but he is so lost in his own head (their own head?) that he barely notices a difference. Eventually, Spock manages to gather together the ragged edges of his control and unceremoniously boots Jim out of his mind.

He wakes up an indeterminate time later to a worried Chief Medical Officer, an 'understandably concerned' Starfleet Admiralty, and a list of urgent business a mile long. Spock is still unconscious, although according to Bones he's in a healing trance and would Jim, for God's sake, leave him to it and stop mucking around in his First Officer's head.
st:aos  kirk/spock  off-world  telepathy  infirmary  bonded 
april 2017 by runpunkrun
Thread - by yeaka
Eventually, Jim comes to clear their plates, and Spock tries very hard not to look directly at him, even though it proves unnerving difficult—Jim’s entire body is just as pleasing as his face. The skirt he wears is conservative for a slave; it covers most of his thighs. As far as Empire masters go, Sarek is modest. But the thin material still clings too tightly to Jim’s taut rear, and Spock still finds it shamefully difficult to look away when Jim leaves, swaying too-sensually back and forth.
st:aos  au  kirk/sarek  kirk/spock  vulcan  en(sex)slaved  voyeurism/exhibitionism  fuckordie  bonded  <3 
april 2017 by runpunkrun
Darkly - by CateAdams
Jim took a small sip of his soup, and sighed, the warmth and flavor like gifts. The silence lingered and thickened, and Jim finally, reluctantly, met the doctor’s gaze and quietly asked, “What’s wrong with him, Bones?”

The doctor’s lips tightened. “His shields are weak. Since, well, since. His telepathy is more sensitive and it’s harder for him to shield. Going in to rescue you took its toll.”

Jim took another sip of soup, hoping his stomach wouldn’t react too sharply to the influx of decent food, and tried to appear nonchalant. “It seemed like it got worse around me.”

The doctor considered him closely and grunted, pushing his own soup around with his spoon, saying carefully, “He’s more receptive to you.”

Jim swallowed and sat back, feeling almost full after just a few spoonfuls. “Why’s that?” He remembered a feeling of warmth, of deep friendship, of the realization that he’d found a fundamentally kindred spirit. Then they had received the planetary distress call from Earth, from there leading to that fateful final battle. And then Jim’s certainty faded, two sets of shattered memories competing in his mind. Friend or betrayer? Love or hatred? With each there was pain, and Jim found himself forcing himself to eschew both. Once, Spock had spoken of choosing not to feel. Now, Jim willed himself to do the same.

Bones looked at the table, the stress back on his face. “I don’t know, Jim. Because he is.” He hesitated, refusing to meet Jim’s eyes. “It’s how we found you. Or rather, he found you.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  spock&mccoy  war  captive  amnesia  bonded  rejection 
april 2017 by runpunkrun
Between two Worlds - by alienated-alien
That bastard had sold him.

Jim clenched his teeth and balled his hands into fists.

The ceiling of the room he was in was rather high and seemed to be covered with mirrors. There was a single window on the opposite wall. It was, however, so narrow, that there was no way he would be able to fit through it to escape. He shifted marginally and was shocked to find, that he had been stripped down to his boxer-shorts. Horrified, he gathered the blanket up and wrapped it tightly around himself.

The door hissed open and Jim found himself scrambling into the far corner of the bed, pressing himself against the bedpost. A tall Orion stepped through the door, letting it slide shut behind him. The stranger crossed his arms, the black shirt straining over his muscular shoulders.

"Who are you?" Jim snapped, trying to hide the fear accumulating in his chest.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  en(sex)slaved  vulcan  gaila  royalty  joanna  books  bonded  t'pring 
march 2017 by runpunkrun
Deeper Down - by pepperlandgirl4 (sequel to "One Wing")
“Captain Kirk, I am sure that I don’t need to remind you of the significance of the date a week hence. As a result, I am at a loss to explain your refusal to grant Spock leave for his mother’s memorial service. I have checked with Starfleet, and Admiral Pike has confirmed that the Enterprise is not on a critical mission, and there is no other logical reason to deny the request. I hope to speak with you about this matter at your earliest convenience.”

Jim studied Spock’s face as Sarek’s message played, but it remained a completely impassive mask. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t look ashamed. He didn’t even look that interested. For some reason that fact annoyed Jim more than anything else.

“Why am I receiving this message? And why is the first I’ve heard of any request or memorial service?”

“Captain--.”

“Did you lie to Sarek to cover your own tracks?”

“I implied that I would not be attending the memorial service due to my inability to abandon my obligations on the ship.”

“What’s the real reason you won’t be attending?”

Spock’s gaze rested just above Jim’s shoulder. He didn’t answer, and his eyes didn’t flicker to Jim’s face.

“I asked you a question, Commander. Why aren’t you attending the memorial service?”

“It’s a private matter, Captain. And a private decision.”

“It was a private decision. Now that I’m involved, it’s my decision.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  bonded  rejection  earthside  meet-the-family  jealousy  captive  kirkprime  telepathy  infirmary  mind-meld  h/c  tarsus-iv  firsttimes 
march 2017 by runpunkrun
Blueberry Vulcans - by jekyll_inside
“My sense of smell is superior to yours,” he informed him simply. “That has some kind of fruit liqueur in it that is not present in genuine Tr’p La – blueberry, I believe.”

But, contrary to Spock’s intention, Jim’s pale eyes lit up suddenly. “I love blueberry!” he said, as if it were a happy coincidence rather than a complete scam. Then he downed the drink in one gulp. Spock nearly grabbed his arm.

“Captain! Tr’p La is not designed for-“

But the warning was soon covered by Jim’s heaving, choking gasp. “S-Sweet Jesus-!” His eyes went very wide and he was immediately doubling over, dragging in breaths and nearly dropping the empty glass. Spock crouched, caught the glass, replaced it on the bar, then grabbed his upper arm in barely a moment.

“Captain-“

“Son of a bitch that’s strong,” he wheezed. An Andorian woman standing nearby gave them a slightly alarmed look.

“Captain, listen. The initial feeling is due mostly to the alcohol. Soon you will begin to feel-“

“Oh god-“

“-the effects of the Ven T’ley’ra. The sensation is something akin to-“

“My brain is coming out of my ears!” he cried, and grabbed said ears with his hands, eyes wide and staring. “Spock! I think my head’s leaking!”

Spock clenched his jaw and stood up. “We are leaving.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  shore-leave  drugged  honesty  mind-meld  bonded 
march 2017 by runpunkrun
Dark side of the universe - by ximeria
After having stored his nondescript duffle bag under the bed, Spock sat down on the hard floor, meditation long overdue. While he could go for a long time without it, the past week and a half, spent looking for a missing James T. Kirk, had been taxing and he had not had the time he would normally set aside for it.

Focusing on his task, Spock let his mind work meticulously through the leads he had gathered up till this point. There had been more than one dead end through the last forty-six hours. It should not come as a surprise to him that following his captain's trail, when said man did not want to be found, would be difficult.

If Spock had been prone to worrying, he would be worried about Jim Kirk's behavior, but as it were, the only thing on his mind was the man's safety. No matter what Starfleet command insinuated he may or may not be involved in, Spock would reserve judgment for when he had all the facts.
st:aos  kirk/spock  on-the-lam  klingons  telepathy  h/c  bonded 
march 2017 by runpunkrun
Souls Lost at Sea - by deesaster
He doesn’t even remember when he realized what he feels for Spock. It’s kind of always been there. One day, as they were on some petty mission like the one they had before they dealt with Khan, he raised his head from his console, looked at the Science station and met Spock’s eyes in the briefest of locks. It was enough. ‘I’m in love with that gorgeous being over there,’ his mind had supplied. And he wasn’t even surprised by that life-changing thought.

Life went on. He’s not pining like a fool for Spock, at least not in the desperate way he used to. He knows better. His friendship with Spock is one of the most precious things in his life, maybe even the most, and he’s never considered jeopardizing it by doing something stupid. He’ll keep quiet, maybe for the rest of his life if he has to.

Because this isn’t some petty, passing crush. Spock’s it for him. He loves Spock.

And Spock can never know. No one can ever know. Not even Bones, or Scotty, or Sulu, or Chekov or God forbid, Uhura. Spock will never love him back that way, he’s come to terms with it. There’s no point in telling anyone, no matter what miraculous piece of advice they’d think they could give him. He just hopes to continue being Spock’s friend. It’s enough.
st:aos  kirk/spock  stb  rejection  pining  honesty  bonded  mind-meld  telepathy 
february 2017 by runpunkrun
A Mutual Concern - by CiderWriter / WhyMrSpook
“First things first, do either of you need any immediate medical attention?”

“We are uninjured, Doctor.” Spock said quietly and Jim’s frown only deepened at the dark look Bones shot him. What Spock had done to warrant such a look was beyond Jim. Then again, it often was anyway.

“You might wanna sit down for this one fellas.”

“Bones.” Jim repeated, impatiently.

“We all… unfroze… as soon as they’d taken you, I guess. After a lot of panicking and engineering going to town to get us out of whatever deadlock we were in, the voice came through again. Said we had to watch you decide who’d die- watch you turn on each other. They transmitted a live video feed of your cell.”

“Oh.” Jim’s eyes widened. “Oh shit.”

“Now, there’s no cause to panic. Only the bridge saw, and most of the staff were helping out in engineering; Chekov was here trying to locate you. Sulu actually cheered when you… you know. Uhura saw, though. I thought I should give you heads up.” Bones bowed his head lightly, and Jim felt his world shift. His crew had watched him and Spock kiss. Their first kiss, goddamn it. Jim looked to Spock helplessly, but his First Officer looked as bad as Jim felt.
st:aos  kirk/spock  kirk&mccoy  new-vulcan  spockprime  death  bonded 
february 2017 by runpunkrun
Lovers - by coffee666
The meeting is in the same classroom that the club meets in. The lift stops and Jim rushes to the room. Through the window, he can see Nyota sitting up on a desk talking to someone else.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jim feels as if all the water on his body freezes. His breath hitches in his throat again as the professor realizes what Jim also knows. His hands slowly pull from his face as if he’s in slow motion. His eyes widen fully now and his dark brown ones look onto Jim’s bright blue.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  soulmates  starfleet.edu  teacher/student  firsttimes  bonded  drunk  vulcan  infirmary  marriage  trial 
february 2017 by runpunkrun
keep for me your sweetness - by synchronized_strangers
It was a really, really small cave. Jim was having trouble deciding whether to be grateful or horrified. On the one hand, the space was exactly large enough for two men of their size to spoon. On the other hand, the space was exactly small enough that two men of their size had to spoon. With the thermal blanket blocking most of the entrance, it was warm enough that Spock had stopped shivering and now that Jim had no reason to worry, he was starting to pay attention to the fact that there was a firm, lean body pressed into him radiating heat. A lot of heat, and not that he could have forgotten where he was or who he was with anyway but that heat made it singularly difficult to focus on anything else.

He wasn’t harboring any illusions. There was zero chance of anything sexual. He was too beat up and Spock was… Well, possibly also too beat up, but Spock was Spock and Jim wasn’t going to take advantage or make him uncomfortable.

He was 100% cataloguing every nuance of this experience for revisitation later, in his quarters, alone.

Being slightly taller, Jim had nominated Spock as the big spoon and Spock was now pressed along Jim from knee to nape, his one arm resting under Jim’s neck like a pillow, his other wrapped around his waist. He could feel Spock’s pulse against his side, Spock’s breath against the back of his neck and while it was definitely arousing it was also really, really nice in a way he hadn’t been prepared for.
st:aos  kirk/spock  off-world  stranded  water  cold  snuggling  negotiation  mind-meld  bonded 
january 2017 by runpunkrun
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