Ancient Fury
Along with Kirk bringing “when my boyfriend hears about this you’re gonna get it” attitude in The Price/Fate of the Phoenix Spock also brings an extremely potent “if you lay a finger on him I will kill you” heat that I am just reveling in.
Pre-Surak Spirk AU
Kirk sighed heavily watching the campfire flames dance. His attempts over the last hour to lure their captured Vulcan warrior into speaking had been fruitless. Kirk’s clan was scattered in the nearby forest; defending, hunting and scouting, leaving only him and the Vulcan behind. He picked up a small rock and flicked it into the tree line, finding the silent inaction of guard duty interminable.
“Perhaps you don’t speak at all then” he said to the flames “seems unlikely with that look you’ve been giving me all night”
He glanced over to see if there was a reaction. The being remained as still as a statue, dark eyes glinting. His raven hair was unkempt from their earlier battle. Behind the gaze was a deep intelligence. He hadn’t regarded Kirk with the anger or fear Kirk had expected of a captured man. More with a thoughtful calculation. Kirk found his intensity and sharp features unnervingly striking.
“Though perhaps you have bewitched me to think that with your mind" he snorted at the beauty.
“Only works if they touch your face”
Kirk nearly leapt out of his skin, drawing his sword toward the voice. McCoy burst out laughing pushing past him to get to the fire.
“Must have ‘bewitched’ you good if you didn’t hear me comin’” The older healer chuckled. Kirk pointedly ignored the Vulcan as he felt heat burning across his cheeks and ears.
“Any word from Pike?” Kirk asked, trying to bury McCoy’s assertion as quickly as possible.
“Some rumours going around that their king’s son is missing" McCoy replied rubbing his hands “not sure if this is him yet though”
Kirk’s head flicked back to their prisoner with surprise.
“Got a name?” he asked McCoy, gaze not breaking from the Vulcans.
“The prince? Yeah” McCoy asked also regarding the Vulcan over his shoulder “It’s Spock”
The Vulcan blinked passively, betraying nothing.
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✨ Ringpop Dreams✨
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Meld WIP
Started watching The Boys lately and Frenchies penchant for cutting the bottom off tees and the necks out of tees is simply too good.
Do u think in amok time when spock landed on Vulcan in his plain ass Starfleet uniform all those immaculately dressed vulcans were laughing at him behind his back.. like haha fucking loser showed up to his own wedding without a single sequin
How dare he go to his own wedding without the traditional titty-window-tinfoil outfit 👀🤨
just imagine right before they beam down Spock shows up in the transporter room dressed like this
maybe if spock would’ve dressed sluttier, jim would’ve offered himself up to spock for pon farr instead of having to almost die
More! Cowboy! Spock! Wips!
Another cowboy Spock wip ✨
Man I am so happy that as an adult woman when I post shippy fanart and some dick bucket busts into my comments like ‘this is wrong!!’ I feel at least 80% more comfortable than I used to just deleting that comment. I used to try and have a discussion/educate the person and sometimes if I sense there’s a possibility of open discussion I will tread that well worn path but if someone’s clearly jumping in to have a fight I shall eject that comment. Goodbye. See you later. This lil post is my space. I don’t have to defend my thoughts/beliefs/ interests to you a bigoted stranger. Get out of my post and do not darken my digital door again.
michaelmandog
Lalo visits Albuquerque in 1990. He sees an 18 years old Nacho who barely looks up from the floor while Lalo scolds a 20 years old Tuco (“Ay, why would tío let a kid run this place?”) Varga is a pretty young thing, looks strong enough too, but there’s this glint in his eye when he finally raises his head to say something to Tuco. Lalo never forgets it.
In 1990, Lalo would call him mi ángel, mi cielito. Nacho would be blushing hard, and then going out of his way to look tough and impress Lalo. Lalo who would say “You still have a long way to go, cielito. But tell you what! Keep that up and who knows, maybe next time we meet I’ll call you by your name”.
Nacho in his early cartel years would already be smart, but terribly, terribly dumb if a handsome, powerful older man started paying attention to him. He hasn’t been shot yet, he hasn’t bled for the Salamancas. His dad is still none the wiser that he’s slipping dirty money into the cash register at the shop.
Nacho is 18, going on 19, and on a power high. His usually sharp senses would absolutely fail him.
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