It’s rare, though not unheard of, that I recommend a fic, but this one is really stellar. It won’t be for everyone (it has mpreg elements) but it is Top Spock, Bottom Jim, Alpha/Omega dynamics, and the emotions just pack a punch.
It’s long. With the first chapter being 30,000 words and a second chapter eventually expected.
It’s been a while since I talked about THE WINTER STORY. And there’s a reason for that. I’ve not even started it, obviously. To say I am behind on everything is probably an understatement. I meant to have less works in progress and now I have more than I can handle, really. I feel like I can’t devote the time I would need to for this story and so, for now, it’s on hold until I feel a little less overwhelmed. I definitely still want to write it. I have the plot mostly figured out and everything.
In some ways it sort of mirrors City on the Edge of Forever, but not really. I’m actually not much of a fan of that episode. Not because it’s a bad episode, but because I hate the fact that Jim falls in love with Edith right in front of Spock. And yes, I know they aren’t really together in the show blah blah blah, but you tell me Spock’s not feeling something when there’s that scene where he comes out of their apartment to see Jim in the hallway with Edith.
Anyway, my story, THE WINTER STORY, has no pain in the ass Edith characters, so no worries there, but I will be using the Guardian for certain purposes and Spock will be going back in time.
But all that doesn’t matter if I never get it done.
I did notice though on my completed works spreadsheet that I have 90 completed works. Pretty cool.
Here, once again, are my inspiring pictures for THE WINTER STORY.
Notice my new title for ramblings. So Exciting. NOT.
This is my super busy time of year. Not going to lie. Probably why it took me a month to update two fics I just posted updates for the last couple of days. I have one more to update that hasn’t been updated since October. That’s You Are the Light That’s Leading Me. I was going to work on it at work today but I discovered it’s not on my Word program there. I think I might have just called it “Stroke” there and I forgot to look for that. Ah well.
I left work a wee bit early today as I am supposed to get a couple of packages which contain Christmas presents and one I am required to sign for. They were supposed to be delivered yesterday, but that didn’t happen.
My house is decorated and that makes me very happy. I love Christmas. I wish I could write nothing but Christmas fics for the month of December but I feel like I have been too neglectful of my too many stories going as it is. So, that’s not going to happen. Just one this year and that’s the Holiday sequel to The Human Professor.
People are convinced I don’t know what I am talking about when I say I won’t do sequels now because they get no love and attention. The original story has 1246 Kudos. The sequel so far has 119.I think I know.
This week I am going to complain a bit. I might take this down at some point but for now this is how I feel.
I put a lot of work into the fanfictions I post on AO3. I spent a good part of my days crafting these stories and trying to get the characters as close to right as I can manage.
Am I perfect? Certainly not. But I try to get my work as error free as possible. Which is a lot more than I can say for many of the fictions on there.
So when I get comments telling me that I have a grammar mistake and that one of the most “off-putting” things in fanfiction is “grammar mistakes” and that I am “better than this” I cannot tell you how that sets my teeth on edge. Relieve yourself of the burden of reading my fictions. And if you think I am kidding, you are wrong. One of the most “off-putting” things in fanfiction is actually you taking the time in your superior way to somehow tell me you are better than me.
You know what? You know squat about me. Squat. So don’t condescend to tell me I am “better than this”.
This kind of crap is exactly why I am sometimes very tempted to delete it all. And it’s always by someone who doesn’t write their own damn fics too.
I am pretty sure this latest person is also the one who told me Spock doesn’t speak in contractions which was a bold faced lie. This is a myth created by the fandom themselves. Go back and watch TOS. Spock spoke in contractions all the time. Watch Wrath of Khan. Spock says, “None that I’m aware of.” Get that? So knock it off.
Yes I am ranting. But let me tell you I haven’t updated in a few days and this kind of crap will not encourage me to do so.
So it’s supposed to be hot here this week. Like 90s. I was enjoying the cooler weather. I don’t want snow or anything but come on.
As you know, I posted the first chapter of Young and Beautiful on A03. I will probably post the second chapter, when it’s done, here first. Blue_Meets_Green did a wonderful cover for me for the story so be sure to check it on on AO3.
I’m anxious about the election tomorrow. I am sure you all can imagine what I want to happen. I am not going to watch election coverage. I’ll probably be watching my digital copy of Hell or High Water. I’d rather watch Chris any day.
I want pretty
Doing things a little differently with this work at the moment. I deleted all the parts I had posted before and made them all into one chapter, which I am now posting all at once. When I have written chapter two, I will post it.
Chapter One : Getting a Guest
I looked at the door in surprise when the knock sounded. I had not been expecting anyone. In fact, it had been several days since my last visitor.
I set his teacup on the table and rose from the sofa in my small house. I yanked down and straightened my robes as I made my way to the door.
“Jim,” I exclaimed, certain I could not hide my surprise.
Jim Kirk, young and beautiful, and flashing a fabulous smile that warmed my innards, stepped into my house without waiting to be told. Somehow that did not surprise me.
“Hey, old man. Can I come in?”
“Seems like you are in.”
“Well.” Jim laughed, deep and throaty. “Yeah.”
I closed the door behind him, glad indeed to find young Jim here. I had not expected to see him again. And I’d accepted that with no little wistfulness.
“What brings you to New Vulcan?”
Jim shrugged. “I had some time before the Enterprise is due to depart. They made me a captain. Promoted Pike.”
“I am aware. I saw the ceremony where you were promoted.”
Jim smiled. “Yeah? I didn’t see you there.”
“I observed from a location above the arena, just before I departed for New Vulcan.”
“Oh, okay, gotcha.” Jim’s smile widened. “You don’t mind that I’m here, do you?”
“Certainly not. How long will you be here?”
“I thought maybe a week. Figured I’d play it by ear. The Enterprise won’t be headed out for another week or so after that. After Nero, she needed repairs.”
“Indeed. Where are you staying?”
For the first time, Jim’s smile faltered and I saw the vulnerability in those saturated blue eyes that were unlike the honey colored eyes of the Jim I’d known. But certainly beautiful and striking.
“I thought maybe I could stay with you,” he said hesitantly.
Though I was surprised, I acquiesced immediately which had him brightening again.
“Did you bring a bag?” I asked, since I saw none with him.
“Yeah, it’s outside. Didn’t want to presume or anything.”
He went out to get the luggage and I could not help but wonder what brought him here. There was much I did not know about this Jim. He was perhaps softer and harder than my own at the same time. And yet…I found myself eager to learn about him.
“You did not want to spend the time before you depart with others?” I asked. I was thinking of my young counterpart or Dr. McCoy.
“Nah. Most everyone else is busy. And I sure as hell don’t want to do the family thing.”
“You do not get along with your family?”
Jim snorted. “That’s an understatement. Where can I put my stuff?”
It was fortunate this small house had two bedrooms, I thought, as I led Jim to the unoccupied one. I had not expected to have a houseguest but the idea of this particular one was most definitely not unwelcome.
“Do you mind if I take a shower?”
“Certainly not. You can do as you please while you are here.”
“Thanks.” His smile was warm. “It’s nice to feel welcome somewhere.”
I went back out to the living room and kitchen area to give Jim time to settle into his room. I decided to go to the kitchen to see what I had to prepare as far as food. A food synthesizer had been installed in the home, but whenever possible I preferred to make meals with fresh ingredients.
I was aware Jim did not share my vegetarian habits but buying fresh meat would not be possible on New Vulcan. For any meat, it would need to be synthesized. I was aware most humans found Vulcan dishes rather bland. I knew my own captain had, though, I was unsure what to expect out of this one.
When I went to check on Jim, the door of his room was ajar. The shower had stopped some time ago. He had been silent for a while which I suspected was unusual for him. I did not want to disturb him if he were in the middle of something but as soon as I peered in through the opening of his door, I froze.
Jim, hair damp from his shower, stood in the middle of the room wearing only his briefs. And they looked as though they had been painted on him. He was turned away from me, with his back to me, and his rounded bottom. My gaze unexpectedly zeroed in on that particular asset.
It had been a number of years since I had been sexually active. Not because the drive or ability was no longer present. But rather I did not find anyone particularly interesting to spark my sexual arousal. That seemed no longer to be the case.
Jim was beautiful. I knew he was fair of face and I suspected he had a young attractive body under his clothing but now I had irrefutable proof and it made my mouth water.
Suddenly Jim turned around, apparently becoming aware of my stare.
There was a definite smirk on his face. And humor in those striking eyes. But also a lot of warmth.
“Was there something you…want?”
I knew I had to tread carefully. So I kept my answer safe. “You were quiet for some time so I wished to check on you. It was not my intention to disturb you.”
“You didn’t. It’s fine.”
“Are you perhaps hungry? I was going to make dinner.”
He smiled, flashing perfect teeth. “Sounds good. Let me just get dressed and I’ll be right out.”
“There are robes in the closet if you prefer something less formal,” I advised him before turning away from the temptation.
It really had been too long.
I had to get myself under control as I was acting as though I was some hormone laden teenaged human. I shook my head at my own fallacies. I poured myself tea and began to prepare dinner.
Jim suddenly appeared and I had to admit to myself I was startled how little noise he had made. He hadn’t seemed to be particularly subtle in his movements in our limited acquaintance, but I realized perhaps I needed to readjust my assumptions.
I was pleased when he came back out dressed in one of the robes from the closet, a pale cream robe that was especially soft. He had it tied at the waist but his throat and chest was bare to about his upper abdomen. He looked so young my heart yearned.
“It’s a nice place,” Jim said.
“Thank you. Most of the homes on New Vulcan have this appearance. It was easier than creating individualized dwellings.”
“Makes sense.”
“I can synthesize coffee for you if you would like. I am afraid I do not have any to make fresh.”
Jim smiled again. He smiled easily, I noticed, but there was often a touch of sorrow behind it. It was a fascinating combination. “Whatever you have honestly. I’m the one invading you.”
“I assure you I do not view it as an invasion.”
“Well.”
I was a little surprised to see the pinkness to Jim’s cheeks and to realize he was blushing. A blushing Jim Kirk? Unique indeed.
I handed him the replicated coffee without thinking. I’d made it like my Jim used to take it, cream and sugar, and realized my mistake as I handed it over. But he simply took it, sipped it, and then nodded. Jim didn’t even question it.
Fascinating indeed.
“You’re really different,” Jim commented after a minute.
“Different?”
“Yeah. From Spock. You know, the-the other one.” Jim sighed. “I don’t think he likes me much.” He laughed then. “Or at all, really.”
“I’m certain you’re mistaken.”
Jim shrugged a little. “I don’t think so. In his mind I’m a dirty cheater or something.”
“You speak of the Kobayashi Maru.”
“Yeah.” He took a large swallow of his coffee. “I bet the Jim you knew passed.”
“Indeed he did.”
“I knew it.”
“But his methods were the same as yours.” I paused. “Or perhaps I should say your method was the same as his.”
“He reprogrammed the test?” His blue eyes blinked in surprise.
“He did. And got commended for original thinking.”
Jim snorted. “Figures. I get brought up on charges and he gets congratulated. Welcome to my life.” He sounded quite bitter.
“I am certain it’s not as dire as all that. Is it?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Jim cradled his coffee cup in his hands. “Anyway, thanks for letting me crash here. I probably should have let you know I was coming, but, well, it was kind of spur of the moment.”
“It’s fine, Jim. It is a pleasant surprise.”
His face lit up with a smile. “Yeah? Good. I’ll try not to get in your hair too much. I brought my PADD and I’ve got work to do. I’m sure you do too what with rebuilding the colony.”
“Indeed. But it will be nice to have a companion.”
“Yeah, I really like the idea of being your…companion.”
The spoon I picked up slipped from my hand. I was not so usually rattled and it disturbed me that he had such an effect on me. He did not seem to notice though as he pulled up a chair to the table and sat down.
I brought my tea over to the table and sat down. I had already put dinner, which consisted of roasted vegetables and rice, in the oven, so I had time to spend just sitting with Jim.
Jim was staring at me intently. “You’re not really like him. And I know I said that already. It’s just…I guess I expected there to be universal similarities.”
“There are.”
“I mean more than your dad’s name was Sarek and your mother’s Amanda.”
“Yes. We are both half human. We both struggle to be fully Vulcan.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
“Jim—”
“Let’s not talk about him. I’d rather hear about you.”
“I should not reveal too much.”
“Come on.” He batted his lashes at me. “Please?”
I was not certain how I was supposed to resist this flirtatious Jim. And oddly enough I was not certain I wished to do so.
Every Hour Has Come to This is live on AO3
This one is Jim rather than Spirk but it has some great shots of Jim (and therefore CP)
So my favorite Spirk video maker has a new video out. Check it out here
I make a copy for myself with every one she does and this one will be no exception. I was waiting for her to do one with Beyond footage so I was very excited when I received notification.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 