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At the End of Time by a_most_beloved_fool
Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek: Unification
20 Nov 2024
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The first time Spock died, he couldn't touch Jim. The second time he died was far sweeter. In the end, nothing can keep them apart.
(a short and sweet epilogue to Star Trek: Unification.)
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"You're hurt," Kirk gasped, pressing his hands to the dark stains on Spock's chest, searching for the wound he knew must be there. Dread lanced through his chest, almost painful.
He couldn't lose Spock.
There was — so much blood. It was so violently red, and there was so much of it, far more than should ever be outside a body, and Kirk knew, even through the haze overtaking his mind, that if he couldn't find its source, couldn't stem its flow, Spock would die. But each press of his hands succeeded only in spreading the color, painting Spock's skin with ever more crimson (and something about that didn't look right to him, now, but he didn't have time to think about why, not with Spock so injured).
"Jim," Spock said, strangled. His voice sounded far away, almost muted to Kirk's ears. Something startlingly close to panic was writ across his face, shocking against his Vulcan features. Jim wondered if he was in very much pain.
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But then, the transporter grated again into motion, a terrible whine leaving it as a beam of light slowly consolidated into a heartrendingly familiar form. Kirk stared, half agony and half hope, hardly daring to imagine it was possible. The beam wavered, then settled, and there he suddenly was — somewhat ruffled, yes, but upright and breathing.
The most beautiful creature that Kirk could imagine — Spock, alive! — stood at attention on the transporter pad, and, overcome, Kirk could do nothing else but take him by the arms and kiss him. It was sheer animal instinct, urging him to grasp what once was thought lost and draw it close.
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When a transporter malfunction leads Kirk to believe that Spock has died, he has an entirely proportionate response to the revelation that he hasn't. Spock, fortunately, has no objections.
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Plato's Guilt, Absolved by a_most_beloved_fool for selfmadepurgatories
Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series
19 Sep 2025
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Uhura remembered the kiss, certainly. She remembered the sensation of Kirk's lips against hers when neither of of them wanted it, oppressive and choking. She remembered her shame, her anger, her acute discomfort, all of which still raged within her as she recalled those painful minutes — but she remembered, too, Kirk's anger, burning in his eyes at the Platonians' cruelty. She remembered the gentleness of his hands against her shoulders, pressing soft apologies into her skin even as they were forced to violate her — violate them both, she reminded herself, for she was not the only one harmed. She remembered his voice, his words, urging her to forget the Platonians and her fear.
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After the events of Plato's Stepchildren, Kirk asks Uhura to speak with him. Both have the chance to do some healing.
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(In)Human Displays of Affection by a_most_beloved_fool
Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
06 Dec 2025
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"You mean to tell me you've never kissed anyone before?"
Bashir sounded far too curious for Garak's comfort, and already, Garak was regretting his uncharacteristic honesty. Truly, he should have anticipated this — or rather, he should have listened when he did anticipate this, instead of allowing himself to get swept away by — by sentimental fantasies.
Foolish, he thought bitterly, tip of his tail swaying with agitation beneath the table. That you could imagine that Bashir might actually want—
He huffed, shoving aside his frustration, then consciously allowed his jaw to drop open into a vague imitation of a human grin.
"My dear Doctor," Garak said, putting on an air of indulgent good humor as he tipped his snout forwards. "I do not have lips. Why would I make a habit of kissing?" To further remind Bashir of his... inhuman anatomy, he allowed his forked tongue to flick out over the table, just once.
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