#Una Chin-Riley x You

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Lonely

Pairing: Christopher Pike x Reader x Una Chin-Riley

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only (Minors interacting with the work will be blocked)

Length: 4.3K

Notes: This is just smut. Smut that has not been beta-read. There’s no use of Y/N or of Reader’s physical descriptions.

I didn’t tag my usual general list because I know not everyone is into Christopher Pike, so if you weren’t tagged and wanted to be, sorry!

Warnings: Cursing; fluff; Explicit sexual content - masturbation, oral sex, sixty-nine, spitting, scissoring, piv, unprotected sex, pegging, facesitting

Summary: For a moment, you just hang back. Christopher and Una are beautiful together. They move together with an ease that belies their familiarity.  

Your day off has been meandering and slow. You’ve taken care of the odd errand and chore that you’ve been meaning to get around to. You have time to take Chapel and Ortegas’ respective breaks with them, catching flack for wearing some of your comfiest civvies—sweatpants and a t-shirt. When you have nothing else to do, you make your way to private quarters. You know her code as well as you know your own—you know his, too.

You kick your shoes off by the door before venturing more deeply inside. The quarters are bigger than your own. There’s a small sitting room situated across from the bedroom, and a range of comfortable seating. You trail our fingers over the back of the armchair on your way over to the bed.

Crawling into it with a sigh, you settle on your back and peer up at the ceiling. You’ve got at least another half-hour before they finish their shift, maybe a little more. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to relax, reveling in the lingering scent of the both of them on the neatly made bed.

You thought this would stop after shore leave—it should’ve stopped after shore leave. But once active duty had resumed, you found yourself drawn by into their arms, and back into their bed. 

You smile, remembering that first night. You can practically see it dancing behind your eyelids now—their intrigued smiles and their shared glance when you’d propositioned them. It had been a nerve-wracking leap of faith. But you’d been tired of telling yourself that the innuendo-laced conversations and lingering gazes were nothing more than friendly. 

You shift back against the sheets, restless as you think about that night—the way your hesitance had melted with their calm hands, hot kisses and encouraging words. Even now, remembering their wandering touch makes you shiver. You glance at the PADD propped up on the bedside table and reach out. You groan as you eye the time, whacking your head back against the pillows.  You’re bored, you’re lonely...You’re a little horny...

You can wait. You will wait for them. When they’re off-shift, you’ll have dinner together, and then you’ll jump their bones the way you’ve been thinking about all day. You can wait.

You close your eyes again, throwing your arm over your eyes and drawing in a deep breath through your nose. But you make the mistake of thinking about them still, about her occasional penchant for harsher behavior, and his tendency to murmur praise, or tease. They can each turn on a dime—she can cradle you like a tender, sweet little thing; he can pry your thighs apart, pin your hips in a way that you both know will bruise.

You turn your head into the pillow, squeezing your thighs together and rocking your hips a little. It’s not enough, but you don’t touch yourself. Your nipples harden, creating a tantalizing brushing feeling against the cups of your bra. Your mouth falls open in a soft, sighing moan.

You go still and quiet as you hear the door swish open, then closed. Your eyes open, and you push yourself to sit up a little. You smile as Una approaches the bed, releasing her hair from the ponytail it’s likely been in all day. She stops when she sees you, brow arching as her lips pull into a smile.

“Well, this is a surprise.”

You prickle with embarrassment, pushing yourself up fully.

“I know we said we’d meet for dinner. Figured I’d, you know...Save us getting together some time.”

“Expedient,” Una chuckles. You reach out for her with grabbing hands, and smile as she toes her shoes off beside the bed before joining you. She gives your shoulder a gentle push, and you lay down. Una settles between your legs, sliding her hands up along your thighs. You sigh at the feeling of her resting atop you, her cheek pressed to your belly. You raise your hands, combing your fingers gently through her hair, untangling the odd knot.

“How’s your day off been?” Una murmurs.

“Oh—Fine, I guess. How was the bridge?”

“The scan of Misellus II was successful,” She sighs. “You would’ve enjoyed it.”

“I’m sure I would’ve.” You’re quiet for a moment, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I missed you both today.” 

The admission makes you feel nervous and a bit childish. You’re not some lovesick teenager. But Una’s always made you far more nervous than Christopher has. You wouldn’t worry about admitting this feeling to Christopher. Una’s a different story.

But now, she pushes herself up to get a better look at you. Your arms slide to the side, hands settling lightly around her forearms. You bite your lip just a little, wary to meet her eyes. She watches you for a long moment; you don’t know what she’s looking for, and you don’t know if she finds it. You think she must, though, because she just presses a touch closer, and murmurs, “We missed you, too.”

Your eyes flicker to hers, and you find a warm, soft smile on her lips. Your stomach flutters at the expression, and you smile in return. Your eyes track Una’s lips as she leans in, and slide closed as she presses her lips to yours. You raise your hands, cupping her cheeks as you share tender kisses. Una hums softly into the kiss. She shifts slightly between your legs, and you shiver, pressing your hips up against hers.

Una lets out an interested sound that makes you go warm.

“Someone’s eager,” She teases between kisses.

“I missed you,” You reiterate weakly. “When’s Chris off-shift?”

“He has reports to approve.”

You whimper, kicking your feet petulantly. Una shushes you, sliding one of her hands up your side to grope and squeeze your breast through your shirt. You arch your back, pressing up into her hand as your hips push against her.

“Una,” You plead softly. She leans away, tutting, and reaches down, slipping her hand under the band of your sweatpants. She lets out a chuckle as she skims her fingers over your mound, feeling the warm, sticky wetness that you’d welled in your time alone.

“Feels like you had quite a productive day off.”

You shake your head hurriedly, blinking up at her. “I was just waiting for you.”

“And?”

“Thinking about you...And Chris,” You admit.

“Just thinking?”

“Yes.”

Una hums, fingers smoothing over your plumped, wet lips.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Our first night together.”

Una nods, urging you on. You lick your lips, tipping your hips down into her hand.

“I was thinking about you and Chris, and—And the way we...Well, you know.”

“Spell it out for me, baby.”

You groan, closing your eyes.

“I was thinking about how you—How you let me touch you. How wet your pussy was, and how good you taste.”

Una hums encouragingly, teasing her fingertip over your clit.

“And how Christopher—how he fucked me while I ate your pussy,” You add. You want to damn the quiet, breathless way you’re speaking—but Una’s attention always makes you more hesitant. You don’t think she means for that to happen. You just can’t help it.

“Christopher was fucking me so deep, and he—” You suck in a harsh breath as Una eases her middle finger into your tight, slick hole. “He kept saying the filthiest th-things.”

“Like what?”

“Like...Like—like how well I took his cock, and that he was going to cum in me—and how you were going to lick it out.”

“And I did, didn’t I.”

“Mhm.”

“And you liked it?”

“Yes,” You whimper as a second and third finger sink into you alongside the first.

“You looked so beautiful, coming apart for us,” She murmurs, “And you tasted so sweet, squirming against my tongue.”

You gasp softly, grinding your hips more harshly against her fingers. You reach up, tugging at the collar of her uniform shirt.

“Off—Una, please.”

“If I do, I’ll have to stop,” She reminds you, giving a pointed thrust of her fingers.

“I don’t care,” You whine. “I need to touch you. I wanna taste you. Please?”

Una shushes your desperate pleas, gently easing her fingers out of you and your sweatpants to undress. You scramble to sit up, too, desperately trying to ignore the sticky throbbing between your legs as you tug off your shirt, bra, and sweatpants as quickly as you can. Una just smiles at your impatience, standing and undressing at a leisurely pace.

You crawl to the edge of the bed on all fours, laying kisses to the tops of her breasts as she undoes her bra. You wind your arms around her middle, sucking one of her breasts into your mouth. She groans softly, running her hand over your hair as you suck and tease her nipple. You turn your head, sucking a mark between her breasts before turning your head a touch more and lapping at the other nipple. You slide a hand between her legs, moaning when you feel the growing wetness between her thighs.

You slide down on the bed, nuzzling at the apex of her thighs before you tease your tongue out. You can barely get a proper taste of her—but she’s just out of reach. You whimper, sliding your hand between her thighs and trying to coax her to spread them wider. 

“Lay back,” Una urges gently. You scramble to do as she says, pushing yourself back onto the bed and laying down. Una seems amused by your urgency, and takes her time getting onto the bed with you. She carefully throws her legs over either side of your face. She gives a little wiggle, laughing as you groan and curl your arms around her hips. She lowers herself down over you, leaning forward and running her hand gently over your breast.

You lean up, straining your neck just a touch before Una fully lowers herself over you. You open your mouth, lapping across her plumped, flushing pussy. You moan at the taste of her—the tangy, salty sweetness. You tip your head from side to side, laving her pussy with licks and lingering sucks. Una grinds down against your ministrations as she presses kisses to your belly. She smooths her fingers over your inner thighs, pushing them wider. You spread them obediently, lapping broadly and warmly along her lips.

You shiver as Una blows coolly over your aching cunt. You press your fingers into her thighs a touch, trying to entice her to return your attentions in kind. Una curls over you, and you feel her hair brush enticingly over your thigh before you feel something hot and slick sliding between your lips. You shiver at the feeling over Una sliding her fingers over your pussy, spreading her spit and mixing it with your juices. You push your hips up into her touch, silently begging for more. You suck her clit between your lips, lashing it with your tongue. You feel Una’s muscles go tense, and hear her moan. You fight away a grin, more focused on pulling more sounds from her.

But Una draws away from you before you can. You pout up at her, swiping your tongue across your lips and taking in the lingering taste of her. Una doesn’t get far—she kneels between your legs, lifting one of them to rest against her shoulder. You let your head fall back against the pillow, eyelids fluttering as she slots your bodies together. You moan softly at the feeling of the wet, hot slide of her cunt against yours.

Una turns her head, pressing a kiss to your ankle before she wraps her arm around your leg, steadying you. You let your eyes wander her covetously, taking in the way her breasts move as she grinds against you. You’re so caught up in the feeling of her, in her lustful gaze and your joint gentle moans and sighs, that you miss the sound of the door sliding open.

“Looks like the party’s started without me.” 

You blink up at Christopher hazily, smiling when you find him watching at the two of you, palming his hardening cock in his pants. You reach out to him with the same grabby motion that you’d made at Una, and she laughs softly.

“Someone was lonely,” Una tells him as he gets onto the bed beside you.

“Oh yeah?” Christopher asks. He pecks her lips before he settles down beside you. His eyes search your face, a warm, attentive look on his face as he strokes your cheek. “We missed you, too, sweetheart.”

You tip your chin up, nose brushing his. Christopher obligingly lowers his head, brushing his lips against yours. His tongue flickers out, giving a teasing lick along the seam of your mouth. He must taste Una on your lips, because he lets out a lustful groan and dips his head, deepening your kiss. You open to him, teasing your tongue along his. You whimper against him as Una’s hips shove more harshly against yours.

You reach up, tugging at the hem of Christopher’s shirt. He straightens obligingly, pulling off his shirt. You watch him, raising your hand and running your nails along his pecs and down his abs. You stop at his waistband, licking your lips at where his cock has filled out in his pants.

"Touch him,” Una orders breathlessly. You blink widely up at Christopher, sliding your hand down over the waistband and giving his cock a squeeze through his pants. He lets out a soft groan, reaching down and giving your breast a squeeze. Your fingers fumble a touch in undoing his pants, your focus split between the grind of Una’s cunt and the prospect of getting to Christopher’s cock.

“You want him?” Una asks. “You want him to fuck you?”

You nod hurriedly, looking up at Una. Christopher gets off of the bed to properly undo and push off his pants. You groan softly as Una draws away, smiling as she gives your calf a quick kiss before she climbs off of the bed in turn. You watch her walk over to the bedside table, but you’re distracted when Christopher gets back onto the bed, settling between your legs.

“Hi there,” He murmurs teasingly. You grin, sliding your arms over his thick biceps.

“How was your day?”

“It’s getting better.” 

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

Christopher grinds his cock against your sopping cunt. You shiver, nails digging into his muscles just a touch.

“You tell me.” He lowers his head, nipping your lip gently. You sigh, running your fingers through his neatly coiffed hair. You watch him lean back, smiling he catches the bottle of lube Una throws at him. You hold still, practically vibrating with need as Christopher flicks open the cap on the bottle. He pours some into his hand, slicking up his cock and working himself over a couple of times. You reach up, palming his chest, settling your hand over his thudding heart. He steadies his hand on your inner thigh, using the other hand to tease his cockhead along your slit.

He meets your eyes, looking for any hint of hesitation. You nod, pressing your hips down against him as you murmur, “C’mon.”

The head of his cock sinks in just a little, and you whine, cunt fluttering around him. He begins to press in a little more, a low, long grunt pushing out of his throat at the feeling of your pussy gripping him.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Una warns from beside the bed. The two of you turn your heads. You grin, and Christopher groans at the sight of Una stepping into the harness of her strap on. 

“Where’s the lube?” She asks. Your fingers scrabble for it on the bed, finding it and holding it up.

“Such a little helper,” Christopher teases.

“Shut up,” You laugh. He leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. The two of you sink into the feeling of one another, trading tender, hot kisses. You know the second Una eases a finger into him. Christopher goes just a little tense. You reach up, curling your arms around his shoulders and sliding your hand up into his hair.

Your pussy throbs around his cock as it twitches inside you. Christopher hunkers down over you, chest pressing to yours as you make out lazily. You love kissing Christopher. You love kissing Una, too, but it’s different with Chris. It always feels so luxurious and tender. Christopher kisses you like he’s never done it before—like he's trying to memorize every slope, curve and line of your lips; like he's trying to savor every lick, nip, peck, and suck to memory.

He leans into you more and more as Una opens him up. You settle back with a gentle suck of his lip, smiling at the way Christopher's eyes are closed. You watch as he shudders, loosing a slack-jawed, whining moan.

"How's he doing up there?" Una asks.

"I think his brain's melted," You giggle. Christopher's lips pull into a small smile, and he huffs out a shaky laugh. "How's he doing back there?"

"Someone's getting a sharp tongue," Una teases, watching you over his shoulder. You sink back into the bed, embarrassment swirling in your stomach.

"Una, be nice," Christopher urges, lowering his head and pressing tender kisses to your neck. You smile, tipping your head to the side to offer him more room. You peer up at Una, licking your lips as she rests her hands on his hips. She begins to thrust lightly, giving the three of you a moment to adjust to the rocking motion.

You bracket Christopher’s hips with your knees, giving him a gentle, spurring squeeze. Christopher pushes himself up over you, biceps twitching as he begins to fuck into you in earnest. You groan at the increased pace, shivering. Your eyes dart between Una and Christopher’s faces, unsure of where to settle, not wanting to miss a single lip-bite, or moan, or wicked grin.

You can’t help but smile wickedly yourself as you watch Una weave her fingers in Christopher’s hair and yank his head back. His groan is guttural and tight, his face screwing up at the tension. You reach up, tenderly running your hand over his neck, brushing through the gathering sweat in the hollow of his throat. You have to fight the urge to lean up and suck a mark in his neck. You know that if you do, he won’t be able to cover it up.

You like the idea of that, though—a bright red, blooming hickey on Christopher’s throat as he sits in the Captain’s chair, metes out orders to the bridge crew, silently daring them to question the mark. You imagine the stunned little faces, and the knowing looks between yourself, Christopher, and Una. 

But this information, this relationship, is the sort shared on a need-to-know basis, and you’re the only ones that need to know. You’re mostly alright with that. There are moments when you want to crowd up against Christopher, when some envoy or fellow crew member flirts with him. You usually catch Una’s eyes in those moments, and she simply gives you a small smile, and a short nod. She knows. You both know. You don’t ask if it drives her as nuts the way it does you, but you’re almost certain that you’ll never bring yourself to be able to ask.

You choke out a shaky whine as Christopher’s cockhead brushes that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. You shiver, a stunned moan rattled out of you as he brushes it again and again.

“Fuck—fuck, fuck fuck, Christopher!” You gasp, hips pushing up against him. He carefully twists his head out of the hold Una has on his hair, bowing over you to kiss and suck your breasts. You urge him on, sliding your hand around the back of his neck and keeping him close. You reach up, drawing Una down, closer to you. The movement pushes her dildo even deeper into Christopher, which pushes his hips even further into you. You shake at the sensation, straining up to catch Una’s lips in a desperate kiss. Your tongue poke out to slide and lap at each other, just a touch too far to kiss properly. Una smiles widely, watching you fall apart beneath Christopher. 

Your hips are still bounding, your orgasm is still rolling through you, and you can feel him tensing, too. His thighs and arms are shaking slightly as he fights to hold himself over you.

“Look at you two,” Una murmurs, lips brushing against Christopher’s shoulder. “So needy and tense.”

“Una,” Christopher warns softly.

“What would people say, hm?” Una eggs him on. “It takes so little for you two to fall apart.”

Christopher groans, lowering his head and pressing his face into your neck. You thread your fingers through his hair, eyes sliding closed as his hips hammer against yours. You gasp softly as you feel Christopher spill into you. He lets out an open-mouthed moan, panting wetly against your neck. You sag back against the bed a bit, swallowing thickly as Christopher’s hips twitch a touch more.

You glance down as he whacks lightly at Una’s hip, chuckling at his anguished groan as she carefully withdraws the strap on. Christopher draws out of you in turn, leaning back to get a good look at your face and your still-throbbing cunt. You nod reassuringly, reaching up and patting his cheek. Christopher plops onto the bed beside you, leaning down to give you a kiss before lifting his head to look at Una.

“Get over here,” He orders warmly. You push your aching body up, scooching down the bed and reaching out, gently helping Una undo the straps on her harness. She steps out of it, leaning in and kissing you before climbing onto the bed with Christopher. You smile as she straddles his shoulders, lowering herself over him as she had over you before. But now, she curls her fingers around the headboard, peering down at Christopher.

For a moment, you just hang back. The two of them are beautiful together. They move together with an ease that belies their familiarity. You can see Christopher’s tongue flashing between Una’s long legs, sweeping across her lips as his fingers sink into the plump flesh of her ass. Una sighs, tipping her head at the sensation, her hair cascading down her back.

You think that this interaction, this ease, would be unaltered without you there. Their dynamic was around before you, and will likely continue whenever they move on from you. That thought makes your stomach twist in dismay. Whenever this does end, however it ends, you’ll miss them.

Before you can sink too deeply into the thought, Una twists her head, catching your eye. Your eyes wander the blush rising in her cheeks, and the hunger in her gorgeous eyes. And then she holds out her hand. You crawl toward her, leaning back against the headboard and peering adoringly up at her as she rolls her pussy against Christopher’s lips. You smile as she leans in for a kiss. She’s breathless, grunting softly as your lips brush and press with each of the rolls of her lips. 

You smile as you feel one of Christopher’s hands reach out to gently squeeze your thigh. You slide your hand down, smoothing it over his likely aching scalp. You dip your head, catching one of Una’s nipples in your mouth, raising your hand and brushing your thumb over the other nipple. Una shivers, hips rolling more sharply against Christopher’s lips, chin, and nose.

You know that she’s close as she draws in a shivering breath, sliding her hand along your jaw. You lean up for another kiss, grinning as she stutters a moan into your mouth. You can feel her rutting harshly against Christopher; you can hear Christopher humming and smacking his lips, pleased.

Una shudders, leaning back off of Christopher’s face and rolling to the side. Her eyes close, breasts heaving as she catches her breath. You look down as Christopher wriggles between you, resting his head on your thigh. You reach down, smoothing your fingers over his forehead, taking in the shine on the lower half of his face. He opens his eyes, pursing his lips in an air kiss before glancing between you and Una.

“What do we want for dinner?” He asks.

“Let us catch our breath, Chris,” Una chides.

“Alright,” He sighs, rolling over onto his side and curling up against your thigh. “Computer, lights at 50%.” The lights lower around the room, pushing it into a comforting dimness. You watch Una slide off of the bed, taking up the strap-on and bottle of lube from the bed and heading toward the bathroom. You look back down at Christopher and he presses a kiss to your thigh.

“What’d you get up to today?” He murmurs. “Big day off.”

“Not much.”

“You relax at all?”

“A little.”

“She was relaxing when I got here,” Una comments. Christopher raises a brow at the tone, a teasing smile forming on his lips.

“Oh, was she?”

“It wasn’t like that,” You mumble, pushing gently at his forehead. Christopher just laughs, turning his head and setting it down again. You glance over at Una as she slides onto the bed, sitting against the headboard beside you.

“How do you feel now?” She asks, curling her arm around your middle. “Less lonely?”

You let your head loll to the side, grinning at the sight of her knowing smile. 

“A little less,” You agree.

“A little?” Christopher repeats with a grumble, pushing himself up and pushing your thighs apart. “Guess we’ll have to fix that.”

“It’s fixed!” You giggle, pushing at his head. “It’s fixed, I swear!”

The three of you share a laugh as Christopher presses back against the headboard on the other side of you, sliding his arm around you, resting just beneath Una’s. You close your eyes, sinking into the feeling of them on either side of you, cuddled and comforted.

Tag list: @wretchedwisteria​​ ; @brandyllyn​​ ;  @wildmoonflower​ ; @buckybarneshairpullingkink​ ; @mad-girl-without-a-box​ ; @moonlightburned​ ;  @amneris21​ ;  @kindnonny23 (tried to tag and tumblr wouldn’t let me)

#Christopher Pike x Reader #Christopher Pike x You #Una Chin-Riley x Reader #Una Chin-Riley x You #Christopher Pike x Reader x Una Chin-Riley #Christopher Pike x You x Una Chin-Riley #Lonely

[regalpotato]

made these as PikeUna parallels reaction gifs, but @curator-on-ao3 wanted me to post them to my tumblr so here we are

#star trek #strange new worlds #pikeuna #pike x una #christopher pike #una chin riley #number one #snw #star trek spoilers #snw spoilers #spoilers #mine: star trek #mine: strange new worlds #mine: una x pike #feel free to save/use these if you like

[tinderbox210]

La’an Noonien-Singh and Spock + sharing a drink with Una and Chris after a rough day

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds: s02e05 - Charades Star Trek: Strange New Worlds: s02e09 - Subspace Rhapsody

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[ghostlyfanparadise]

#mine #meme #photo edit #Star Trek #star trek photo edit #strange new worlds #star trek strange new worlds #strange new worlds photo edit #Star Trek strange new worlds photo edit #Christopher pike #una chin riley #Spock #pike x una #if you still don’t ship them after pike dragged her friend to defend her #then you’re wrong

[doctorbeverlycrusher]

Saw this template from @lordlexion and decided to do one myself

(I haven’t seen any of the movies yet so I chose my favourite episode)

The template:

#star trek the next generation #star trek tng #tng #star trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #tos #star trek strange new worlds #star trek snw #snw #una chin riley #christopher pike #spock #jean luc picard #beverly crusher #picard x crusher #q star trek #twenty five years #somehow i figured you might

[curator-on-ao3]

⭐ Director's Cut on the First Impressions ficlets, please!

Bahaha! Thank you for asking about those, @fiadorable! ❤️😂

Okay, so the trio of ficlets that form First Impressions are all … first impressions … in the context of two first officers — Jack Ransom and Una Chin-Riley. I originally posted the first and second ficlets to Tumblr (sort of glorified shitpost fics) and people asked me to put them on AO3, which was really nice. I put all three stories on AO3 a few days before the Lower Decks/Strange New Worlds crossover was announced and I thought, “Whoa. Of all my crackships, is Chansom actually going to go canon?!” So, yep, the joke in the crossover made me happy because how can you have first officer actors married to each other and not make a joke about it? The show did good.

Anyway, for the first ficlet, Jack Ransom falling for an Una Chin-Riley hologram (and Mariner teasing him about pulling a Geordi LaForge/Leah Brahms) was fun, and Jack meeting — and respecting — the actual Una as an aged and wise ambassador, all in the service of Jack’s emotional journey for his own self-confidence, was nice to explore. I see Jack as having a really beautiful and needy heart that he hides to protect himself (per Deanna Troi’s analysis). Letting Jack be vulnerable with Una made my own heart happy.

For the second ficlet, I was amused by the number of Trek characters played by married Trek actors and I wanted to get them all into one place. Hence, the nightclub that in my mind is officially named “Okudas,” but I couldn’t get that in there. Having Kira and Bashir (married actors!) comment on Jack and Una (married actors!) while reflecting on Tilly and Ryn (married actors!) and so, so many more had me smiling. (B’Elanna and Damar! Spock and Admiral Rollman! Jean-Luc Picard and the lounge singer from a dive bar in 21st century Los Angeles!) I like to believe that once Una and Jack figured out why they were at the nightclub (“Okay, so we’re fictional characters played by actors who are married to each other. That’s ummm …” “Not even the strangest thing to ever happen to me.” “Yeah, same.”) that they sort of warily circled each other, then Jack made a joke about testing out the ol’ rod and berries (yeah, a Roddenberry dirty joke — I truly believe Jack would go there) and Jack got nervous when Una seemed annoyed at first by his humor … but then he saw the amusement in her eyes and they both absolutely cracked up laughing.

The third ficlet was the only one of the trio that I wrote directly for AO3 (didn’t begin life as a Tumblr fic shitpost). And I have to say, I have a special place in my heart for it. The way Christopher Pike initially dismisses Jack Ransom as an idiot and, sure, it’s fine if Una has history with this guy from the future because it’s obviously just physical attraction and … what’s that? Jack is actually intelligent? Well, shit. Writing Chris becoming more and more insecure while Jack and Una have no idea that Chris is freaking out … and Chief Kyle just wants everyone out of the transporter room … had me laughing (lovingly) as I wrote and every time I edited.

Thank you so much, @fiadorable, for asking about that trio of firsts for two of my favorite first officers. ❤️

Want more information about a fic I wrote? Send me an ask.

#fanfic director’s commentary #i love asks #una chin riley #jack ransom #una chin riley x jack ransom #chansom #star trek strange new worlds #star trek lower decks #i might write more for them because their mutual nerdy competence makes me happy #my heart is forever with poor ditched chris in the transporter room #that man had no idea what he was getting into when jack was beamed aboard #thank you again for asking about those stories #fiadorable

[thekenobee]

It's born from just one single glance

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[ichayalovesyou]

Oooo ask for Pike, how about pike and a non human (preferable gn or male please :) ) reader and how they would try and communicate if the universal translators go down whilst stuck in a turbo lift together? :D

Oooh what a FUN concept! 🤩 I’ll do my best! I got really creative when I heard the word “alien” I hope you like it!

Color Coded (Platonic Pike x Reader)

Rating: E for Everyone!

Word Count: 1.1k

Content: SFW, Ops!Reader, Alien!Reader, Cadet!Reader, GN!Reader, budding friendship, author OG alien race, minor concussion, reader saves the day!, shenanigans, general cuteness (with stakes!)

Teaser: The language of your people is unique, even amongst Federation worlds. So much so that you need to have your own personal translator on hand. Sure would be a shame if a freak turbolift accident broke it or something!

It had been a long day of recalibrations and catching up on redundancy checks, but the Enterprise was back in peak condition. At least now you could finally go relax in your tank.

The turbolift doors whisked open hardly two floors after you’d started.

“Bridge.”

You straightened as much as your petite cephalopodic frame could manage, it was the Captain! A human you had only seen but had yet to meet!

“Oh! Hello Cadet! I’m Captain Christopher Pike. I apologize that I wasn’t able to meet you in person when you came aboard. I had some unexpected diplomatic duties on Starbase One.”

“No worries sir! I know you’re very busy!” You scented into your personal translator, turning dark blue then pink with humility and a little intimidation.

“Still, I try to make sure I get to meet everyone who comes aboard, especially someone as historic as you. You’re Starfleet’s first Prismatican correct? Your people communicate through color and olfactory sequences, unique even by Federation standards. How’s that personal translator working for you?”

“Quite well sir! Cadet Uhura and I have begun programming a software workaround that will hopefully allow me to patch into the universal translat-“

VOOM!

The turbolift froze in its tracks with a violent force that knocked the power out, and both of you off balance! You went flying and instinctively clung to the wall. The captain wasn’t so lucky, you heard him slam against the side of the lift with a grunt, and the sound of delicate metal crunching.

“Oh no.”

Unless the Captain was hiding a delicate piece of scientific equipment in his pocket, you could only guess what his unexpected dive had broken.

This was going to be a problem.

“Unh, are you alright Cadet?”

In the darkness you had no idea what he just said, you couldn't see him. You only felt movement, and with your scent resynthesizer crushed, you’d have to rely on lip reading. Thank goodness you took Federation Standard at the academy! But there was just one issue, it was pitch dark in here!

You skittered toward the where you knew the emergency switch was but the power came back on right as you reached for it, or where you had thought it was, turns out you were on the ceiling!

It seemed the Captain was surprised to find you there, he winced at the light. You tried to make yourself useful and open the ceiling hatch, but it was dented shut. You looked down and noticed something even more worrying, Captain Pike was bleeding!

You let go and landed right in front of him, turning red and trying to say ‘blood’ or at least scent it, not that you knew what human blood smelled like until just now.

“Ok, why… why do you smell like copper? What are you trying to, oh.”

Pike grazed his temple and noticed the red streak across his fingertips.

“Whelp, that explains why I was having such a hard time getting up. Is the turbolift actually tilted or… or is that just me?”

You tilted yourself to indicate that the turbolift was in fact almost sideways. The Captain nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose before reorienting himself towards the communications panel with a little help from you.

“We gotta talk to engineering, they’ll be able to get us out of here in no time.”

You sensed he was trying to be reassuring but you barely caught what he said, he wasn’t exactly looking at you. How were you going to tell him you could read lips? Would he even remember? He didn’t seem to be feeling too well.

“Engineering this is Captain Pike, status report?”

No response.

“Engineering, status report, what the hell happened out there?”

Still nothing.

“Captain to Bridge, Number One is everything alright?”

Captain Pike swallowed hard, Humans may not change color (much) when they were upset, but there were other ways to tell.

Hoping nothing bad had happened, you realized there was another possibility. You removed the cover panel of the communications hub. Ah! Just as you thought! The impact the turbolift took jostled some of the relay chips free.

It’d be an easy fix, if you had humanoid digits like the rest of the crew. Lesson learned, never leave your accommodations in Engineering!

You were going to have to show the Captain how to do it for you. You tapped the Captain on his shoulder, gesticulating to the chips.

“Ok, got it, how do we fix this?”

You turned orange then yellow, orange chip, yellow wire. Easy right?

“I don’t, I don’t follow.”

Apparently not.

You reminded yourself to be patient, he was your superior officer, and also, he hit his head pretty bad. Which couldn’t be good for somebody whose bones were on the inside. Human biology was so strange.

You pointed to the loose chip, and then to the wire, turning orange, then yellow again.

“Oh! Sorry, uh, I think, I miiiight have a concussion. Don’t worry though, I’ll be fine.” He grinned half-heartedly as he followed your directions.

You didn’t really believe him. But at least you knew what the thing that was wrong with him was called now! Maybe you should’ve taken a first aid course, fixing humanoids couldn’t be that different to fixing machines, right?

This process went on for a few minutes, there were a couple moments where he scared you a little by taking a while to respond or having to lean on the wall for a minute, but it got done. Wanting to be as much help as possible you pressed the comms button for him.

“Una…”

“Captain! Oh my god we’ve been looking all over for you, are you alright?!”

“I’m fine I- ugh, smells like battery acid, what’s wrong? Are you angry with me?”

“I’m sorry what was that Captain?”

“Okay, okay, okay I’m sorry. I might have a mild concussion, our new Cadet and I are trapped in a turbolift, hatch is damaged shut, not sure where we are…”

Oh no he'd zoned out again! You tapped the Captain on his leg, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Captain? Chris?”

“What?”

“Don’t worry Chris, we’ll send someone to get you. I’ll fill you in on what happened AFTER you go to sickbay alright?”

“…Alright”

You turned off the comms, ushering the Captain to sit down, he did so heavily.

“Guess it’s time to sit tight, you did, ow, you did good Cadet. Especially given the circumstances, sorry about that by the way, I’ll… somebody'll fix it. Hope I can return the favor.”

You turned bright yellow, it sure felt nice to be appreciated!

“Oh, okay, that’s minty, I’m guessing that means thank you?”

You know what? Close enough!

#I am sorry plaguedoctorsnake for some reason you have cute lil squid guy energy to me I hope you don’t mind! 😅 #gosh I hope you’re not cephelaphobic! 😬😅 #this one came out really cutesy and I ain’t even mad about it it was really fun #I haven’t seen a single episode of Prodigy but something tells me it has this energy? idk #I digress! enjoy your bottle episode! #character x reader #platonic x reader #captain pike x reader #star trek #Star Trek strange new worlds #Star Trek snw #snw #strange new worlds #captain pike #captain christopher pike #Christopher pike #Chris pike #number one #una chin riley #fanfiction #fanfic #lar trek

[fiadorable]

home - a snw drabble

🌺 on wednesdays we write drabbles 🌺

Star Trek Strange New Worlds Pike x Una

For @kejsarinna, some post S1 fluff 💜

The night of her return, he cooks. A spread of her favorite foods stretches across the table, her coworkers (her friends, she reminds, gently) toasting her with convivial glasses of wine. It's a bit embarrassing, truthfully, but the welcoming atmosphere soothes away her lingering anxiety.

After the last crewman leaves, dishes washed and drying, he joins her at the viewport. She breathes deep, eyes fluttering closed, feels him doing the same. And then he moves, palm cupping her jaw, fingers threading through her hair as his thumb sweeps the soft plane of her cheek. Forehead kisses forehead.

She is home.

#wednesday100 #star trek strange new worlds #christopher pike #una chin riley #pikeuna #pike x una #astrid i hope you have a better day tomorrow 💜

[followersoframbaldi]

THERE IS NO WAY THIS WAS NOT ASKED WITHOUT A SEXUAL UNDERTONE I REFUSE.

He knows. He knew as soon as he said she’d "made a most careful study of the captain," and she wanted an update from Upjohn immediately. 

#spock #short treks #do you like eggplant? #una chin riley #number one #una x pike

[homicidalbrunette]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV), Star Trek Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: La'an Noonien-Singh & Number One | Una Chin-Riley Characters: La'an Noonien-Singh, Number One | Una Chin-Riley (Star Trek), the Gorn Additional Tags: Una saves La'an, La'an saves Una Summary:

Feelings don't change so much as they grow, evolve into new shapes and shades.

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Part one (chapters 1 through 5) is set on the King when a 20 year old Una finds a 13 year old La'an on a derelict ship after being thrown away by the Gorn, and about how this beginning factors in to where they end up 18 years later. Read the notes in chapter one for descriptions of part two and three. Will eventually end up being a slash fic, but you can literally abandon ship before that happens if you're not into that.

Updating every Wednesday.

ATTENTION TO THE OTHER SIX PEOPLE WHO SHIP THESE TWO!  

This pairing is an interesting one, isn't it? There's a lot to consider and navigate, from that first encounter to years later. I noticed there isn't a lot of fics about the two of them, whether it's a & or a / so I thought I'd write one based on all the clues that were given in the first season, from Una inspiring La'an to join Starfleet, their similarities in characters and drive, and the way they both reflect on that first meeting. I found something very telling in La'an specifically saying it was Una who found her and in Una saying "I never see you as a child" for what La'an was like then as well as how Una views her years later.

I want to explore their beginning and the role they end up playing in one another's lives, that impedes for change, that one person showing each of them that they can trust someone, that they can let someone in when they are both always on the defensive. And then what that means when they come together on the Enterprise 18 years later, both established, mature women with all the life experience they've had since that first meeting.

Part one is primarily set in that beginning and the transitional time in their lives that follows. Part two will be when they are on the Enterprise and get to know one another as mutual adults and have the first hints of it becoming something more. Part three will be post season one, where they explore that new phase.

You can read the first part only if anything more intimate between them once they are both in their 30s isn't your jam, or keep reading if it is.

#la'an noonien singh #la'an x una #una chin riley #number one #una x la'an #Star Trek #star trek femslash #femslash #una chin-riley & la'an noonien singh #watch as I once again get into a ship barely anyone is into #also where both of them are part of popular het pairings #because apparently i hate myself #oh and it's a ship that some people are violently opposed to #i'm too old for this shit #yet here i am #writing fanfic as a way to avoid horrible trauma memories #honestly you don't like this pairing keep it to yourself #and if you do ship it #I am here to help #please comment on the fic to let me know i'm not alone #Strange New Worlds #star trek strange new worlds #am i the only one who's noticed that Una is the only one to say La'an's name properly?

[elen-aranel]

Helloo~ May I make a Christopher Pike x reader request? It's a month old scuttlebutt, that the captain is involved with you, based solely on misconstrued events (leaving the direction of his quarters early morn in a rumpled uniform, stopping by medbay for a 'shot') Everyone knows that everyone knows, from cadet to captain. Except you don't. And noone has bothered checking. And the captain finds it funny (and you 'apparently' don't mind either as you've not bothered to shoot it down) so any moments you two have in view of others, he gives you a conspirational wink with some flirty banter. You think (hope) he's really flirting and not just being friendly.

Is it a bit much for a request? If so lemme know. Or i can commission? Idk. The idea hit me and it made me giggle with all the ways it could go.

Thank you so much for the request, and for your patience... this took a while! I hope you like the direction I've gone with it <333

Common Knowledge

Pairing: Christopher Pike x F!Reader (no Y/N) Warnings/Notes: Reader wears the dress version of the standard SNW uniform. Food mentions, alcohol mention. WC: 5.8k

It all starts the morning after you spent gamma shift in a Jeffries tube. Well. Several Jeffries tubes, in fact, chasing down an issue with a relay that had blown and taken a bunch of circuitry out with it, including some life support systems.

You’re feeling good, though, as you step out into the corridor on a deck full of crew quarters. Yes, your red uniform dress is creased and you’re in dire need of a shower, but the relay and the burned-out circuitry are replaced, and all systems are back online.

You deserve a water shower, not a sonic one, you tell yourself as you head toward the turbolift, nodding to the occasional officer as you walk by them. You just need to make sure the ops console on the bridge is reading everything correctly, then your duty shift will be done.

“Commander, Lieutenant,” you greet Lieutenant Commander Chin-Riley and Lieutenant Ortegas as you enter the turbolift. Unlike you, they both look fresh and ready to face the day. Number One nods in greeting, but Ortegas looks you up and down quite blatantly, and you find you’re trying to smooth your skirt despite yourself.

“Long night?”

“I—” you start, but before you can reply—

“Computer, hold. Open the doors,” Commander Chin-Riley says, and as you turn, Captain Pike is walking into the lift. And somehow, even though you’ve been on the Enterprise for a while, you’re never not struck by his presence. His broad shoulders. How handsome he is.

“Good morning, Number One, Ortegas. Lieutenant.” He puts an odd weight on your title, even though of course he knows your name, and then your mind goes blank as he winks one of those blue eyes.

“C-captain,” you stutter, well aware of Ortegas trying to stifle a laugh next to you.

“Sleep well?” Una asks, something knowing in her voice, after the captain directs the turbolift to the bridge.

“I’ve had… more restful nights,” he says, and looks at you sideways, doubtless taking in your rumpled dress and less-than-fresh appearance. “Like the lieutenant here, I’d wager,” he adds, and you must have missed a memo somewhere because this ‘lift ride has gotten very weird, very fast.

You decide keeping quiet is your best bet — it’s a short ride, thank goodness.

But you can’t shake the feeling that there are eyes on you as you finish your work on the bridge.

It may have started in a Jeffries tube, but it continues in sickbay.

You appreciate knowing sickbay is there. Doctor M'Benga and Nurse Chapel are skilled at their jobs, and you’ve had cause to be grateful for them when accidents happen, from a pulled muscle during a workout to a painful plasma burn from faulty equipment.

That doesn’t mean you love getting your quarterly check-up and shots. But you decided early on in your career that you weren’t going to be one of those people doctors had to chase for their physicals. Every three months you turn up. You’re due for routine vaccinations against some common alien viruses that human immune systems need reminders about, and your contraceptive shot.

Not that you really need it, of course. You aren’t getting any. The closest you’ve been since you joined the Enterprise was Lieutenant Paulson, a senior engineer who sometimes commands gamma shift when you’re on that rotation. He asked you out to dinner on Starbase 1, and while you like him as a person, you had to decline. You’d known him for a while, and never felt any kind of spark. And there’s been no-one— there’s been almost no-one else on the ship that you’re interested in. But still, you get your shot.

Today your appointment is during your shift. You didn’t want to be interrupted; you’re working on a new scanning device to be used on a planet with an unusual combination of atmosphere and magnetic field, which affects the resolution of normal scanners. So when your reminder went off you kept hold of your PADD, and you carried on entering the design parameters as you walked.

“Woah there,” a voice cuts through the equations you’re focussing on, and you feel hands on your arms, steadying you as you stumble.

As it turns out, walking with a PADD is a mistake.

Especially when you walk straight into the captain in the corridor outside sickbay.

“Captain! I’m so sorry! I—I was— I’ll pay more attention.” You look up, flustered, into his blue eyes, suddenly keenly aware of the bulk of him, of the controlled strength in his hands.  Happily, he seems amused rather than annoyed, that half smile playing about his lips.

“I do admire your... dedication, Lieutenant, but you’re right. Paying attention is a good idea.”

And as the doors to sickbay swish open, letting Chief Kyle and one of your fellow engineers out onto the corridor, you realise the captain hasn’t moved. You’re still in his space, and he’s still holding you.

“Captain, Lieutenant... are you joining us?” Nurse Chapel looks as though she’s suppressing a smile. “You’re, uh... both here for your quarterly shots, right?” she adds, as Pike finally steps back, and you walk with him into sickbay. You nod, mutely.

“Yes. Timed it perfectly this time, didn’t we Lieutenant?” he says, and he grins at you, knowing.

“Sure,” you find yourself saying, sitting down a little abruptly on the biobed Doctor M'Benga indicates. Is Pike… flirting with you? Or just being his usual warm self?

“This shouldn’t take too long. I’m sure you want to get back to your... duties.” M'Benga looks meaningfully at Pike, who shrugs, a picture of innocence.

“Can you blame us?”

You can’t help your smile.

But actually, now you really think about it, maybe you’re wrong.  Maybe it started with the onions.

You have a shift free, moving from nights to days as you do on a semi-regular basis, since some edict came down from Starfleet that people shouldn’t just work nights for health reasons. It doesn’t entirely make sense to you; you’re on a ship, so it’s not like anyone has a real day or night, but being able to socialise with people who are always on alpha is a plus, and you suppose the same rules apply to planetary bases which do have day and night.

The captain has invited you to dinner. That isn’t special, even though you wish it were – he likes to get to know the whole crew in an informal setting, and it’s just your turn. And maybe you over-think it just a little, during the day, planning what to wear to make yourself look pretty but not like you’d tried too hard.

Either way, you are early. You only realise as you press the chime for the door, when it’s too late to back out.

But the captain’s smile is warm and welcoming. “Hi, come in, come in. You any good with a vegetable knife?”

You grin in return, relaxing. “Yes sir. It’s been a little while, but I can chop.”

“Chris. We’re not on the clock right now.”

“Yes, Chris.” You follow him into the kitchen area of his quarters, taking in the fire, the view of a green forest through the windows, all the details that mark the space as his.

“Excellent. That spatial anomaly today— well. I’m playing catch-up here.”

“Oh wow, you really are...” the vegetables are all laid out ready, and there are a lot. But then, you don’t know how many people will be here. “Set me to work. How do you want the carrots?”

Pike’s knives are sharp and well balanced, and it’s easy to chop carrots into even circles, and to dice potatoes into neat cubes. You chat, too, about the food he’s making, and the special unit he had the ship’s botanists set up to let him grow fresh herbs in space.

You’re pretty much on autopilot by the time you get to the onions. You know the technique: you slice them in half through the root, then make sure you don’t cut the root again as you cut from close to the root to the tip, then across into chunks.

“So, there’s something I’m curious about,” you say as you grab the next onion.

“Oh?” Pike pauses for a moment, hand poised over the control for the oven.

“The forest overlay you have for the windows. Is it somewhere special to you? It’s really lovely.” You blink a little as you chop. Perhaps you got a lash or something in your eye.

Pike presses the control on the oven, then turns to look at you. “No, actually it’s—” he frowns. “Wait, are you all right?”

You blink again. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Your brow draws together, and you put your knife down, turning to him a little more.

“Because you’re crying.” He starts towards you.

“Oh, damn.” You can feel it now — that tell-tale sting in your eyes. You look down at your chopping. “The onions. But I was being careful.” You sigh, blink again, and feel a tear roll down your cheek.

“If there are a lot it doesn’t matter how careful you are. I’m sorry, I should have done them.” He reaches past you, and you’re terribly aware of him in your space. He pulls off a piece of kitchen towel.

 “It’s not your fault—” the words die on your lips as he turns to face you, blue eyes filled with concern.

“I’ll just—I don’t want you to use your hands—” and he takes the towel and dabs your face, and you suck a little breath in at his closeness, wondering why it has to be in a circumstance like this, when the door chime goes. “Enter,” he says, distractedly, blotting away one more tear before stepping back. “There. No harm done. But you should wash up. Ah, Spock, perhaps you can take over the chopping.”

You look round to see that Spock, Sam Kirk, Ortegas and Uhura have all walked in, just in time to see you with red eyes from the onions. At least, you think as you wash the onion off your hands, your makeup is waterproof.

Regardless of how things did or did not start, you’re pretty sure the captain only thinks of you as a friend. That this flirting is just a joke between the two of you... even if you wish it were real. Either way, you decide you might as well enjoy it.

You get back to the transport point from your solo hike on Chi Orianis Prime – it’s beautiful, with fluffy peachy-pink grass that’s soft underfoot and smells very slightly citrus-y when you tread on it, interspersed with lavender coloured bushes, with views of blue lakes and red mountains in the distance – right as Pike gets back from his fishing trip. Given how he’s carrying his cooler, it must have been a successful one.

You’re just about to ask him about it when Chapel and Ortegas arrive, with Uhura and La’an in tow, laughing together. They’re wearing t-shirts and shorts and sandals, carrying towels — clearly back from the beach, La’an actually looking like she might have caught the sun a little.

You take a step closer to him.

“Enjoy your trip?” The smile on Erica’s face is just a little too innocent.

“Yes, thank you. Wouldn’t have been the same without the lieutenant here, though.” Pike catches your eye, and you smile back at him, sappy, playing along.

“The captain’s right. We had a good time.”

None of your close friends wanted to go to movie night with you tonight. They’re showing a classic 20th century Earth film, Casablanca, and none of them were interested in seeing something that old. But it seems pretty popular with the rest of the crew when you get there. You pick up some popcorn first, wondering once again whose idea it was to put a Starfleet delta on the containers, and you head to find a seat.

Maybe it was a good thing your friends didn’t come. There aren’t too many spaces left when you go to sit down, but there are a few seats a couple of rows in front of where Spock and Nurse Chapel are sitting together. You settle in, allowing yourself three pieces of popcorn before the lights go down.

And right before they do, Pike slides into the free seat next to you.

“I thought you were going to stand me up,” you tell him, tilting your popcorn container over.

“A gentleman would never,” he replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice as he takes a piece.

The back of the shuttle is open to the bay, and Cadets Novakova and Manuel, on engineering rotation, are standing inside it with you, PADDs in hand. You’ve popped a panel off the inside of the shuttle, and you indicate a junction point.

“So, okay. You want to interplex the circuitry here. What will be the result of that? What are you hoping to achieve?”

“Well, the increased signal strength will improve thruster response time and efficiency.” Manuel says, shrugging his broad shoulders like it’s obvious.

“Yes, and we need better responsiveness for the planet. The atmospheric differentials are almost out of spec.” Novakova nods. “This is the easiest way to achieve that.”

“All right. And looking at the systems in front of you, will there be any other consequences?”

“No, there shouldn’t, it should just—” there’s a pause, then Novakova steps back, playing with a twist of her blonde hair as she considers. “Wait. That pathway, it connects to the impulse engine as well, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it does, and the boosted signal would go through there too…” Manuel’s fingers fly over his PADD.

They look at each other as the penny drops, and you notice Pike in the bay, listening in. You tilt your head and raise a brow in a silent invitation, but he shakes his head a little, content to observe.

“So if we interplex the circuitry there, we will get an increase in thruster efficiency, but at the expense of introducing instability into the impulse control matrix.” Manuel sighs.

“You’re flying along, minding your business and then boom. Impulse reactor overload.” Novakova winces. “I didn’t see that.”

You nod. “You didn’t. Because neither of you really looked. For what it’s worth, it would probably have worked on the shuttles at the academy. But these are a different model. You have to work with what’s actually in front of you. That’s half the battle.”

“Wise words, Lieutenant.” Pike leans into the back of the shuttle, and you can’t help your smile at the praise as the cadets turn to acknowledge him. “The two of you should take them to heart.”

You're sitting on a bench in the bar, sipping a favourite drink, listening to Ensign Thyra play an Earth guitar but sing a wistful sounding song in her native Andorian, when Lieutenant Ortegas sits down next to you. And then Nurse Chapel sits on your other side.

“So, you and the captain. How’s that going?” Christine’s opening is straight to the point.

You give her a sceptical look. “It... isn’t? Hi to you too, by the way.” You turn to Erica. “To both of you.”

“Oh, come on. You guys are not subtle.” Erica rolls her eyes. “It’s been scuttlebutt for weeks. Me, Number One,” she starts counting off on her fingers, “Christine, Mbenga, Uhura...”

“Sam Kirk,” Christine adds.

“Yes, Sam Kirk, Spock, La’an...”

 “We’ve all seen it. I even heard the cadets talking about it. Everyone knows.”

You shake your head, putting your drink down on the table in front of you. “We’re not... I don’t—” you look from one to the other. “There’s nothing between the captain and me.” You take a breath. “He flirts, sometimes I flirt back, but it’s just a joke.”

“Doesn’t look like a joke to me.” Christine says, her voice soft, almost sympathetic.

Erica shrugs. “It’s okay. You don’t have to admit it, if you guys are keeping things to yourselves... We just wanted you to know that we’re happy for you. Pike should have someone on the ship. And you. You should have someone too.” Her smile as she stands to leave is genuine.

“I—I’m not hiding anything. But thanks, I guess? I appreciate the sentiment.”

Arriving early when the captain invites you to a crew dinner is your habit now. You enjoy helping with prep when you can, and having a quiet moment to chat with Chris.

But this time you use the computer to check that others have arrived before you get there. You try to relax; these are your friends, Chris is your friend, but with what Erica and Christine said… you feel self-conscious. Second guessing everything you do and say.

 You leave as soon as you can without being rude.

You feel a bit self-conscious with work, too, although you try to bury it. Especially with Pike piloting the shuttle for this mission. You’re sitting in your tactical uniform in the back of shuttle Kepler with Spock, Sam Kirk, La’an, and a couple more science officers. You would expect Kirk especially to pass some comment, but even he is quiet, because Zeta Lyrae VI’s wind shear is every bit as bad as science predicted.

A long-range scanning probe identified it as a possible source of dilithium as well as some other useful minerals — visual scan only, though, because the strange magnetic field prevented scanning of the interior. But that’s where the scanner you developed comes in. The visual scan also tagged some potential ruins which Kirk will investigate, and there’s general surveying to do too.

You grit your teeth against the turbulence. You trust that the captain’s piloting skills and the modifications you and the cadets made to the shuttle will see you safely to the ground, but you still feel motion sick. You know, though, there are pattern enhancers in the cargo. Perhaps you’ll be able to beam back up.

The turbulence lessens as you get deeper into the atmosphere, but you’re still very glad when the shuttle touches down. There’s a metallic tang to the air as the shuttle door opens, but it’s cool and refreshing despite that, and you take a deep breath, settling your rolling stomach, before you get to work.

The dawn sky of Zeta Lyrae IV is muted shades of pale blue and grey, warming a little to mauve-pink at the horizon, where the two suns have just risen. Barren-looking plains stretch out in front of you, with a river lazily meandering across, and there are hills leading to mountains not far away to your right. It’s hard to make out, but the lines of dark stones partially embedded in the ground to your left could well be the remains of a wall, and there are other, more defined structures further away in that direction.

“Lieutenant, you have everything you need?”

“Yes sir.” You lift your last case again, the heavy one, and try to keep your face blank at the weight of it. You know you’ll be feeling it tomorrow, but its contents were too large for your backpack. “I’ve identified a site two kilometres away that’s suitable for the scanner base. Enhanced scanning should be online within an hour.”

Pike nods. “Kirk, La’an, you have the ruins. Spock, the science survey is yours.” He turns to you. “Let me help with that.”

“I’m fine, honestly,” you protest as Pike takes the case from you, fingers brushing yours for one tiny electric moment.

“We’ll make quicker time if we share the load. Which I’m sure Spock will appreciate.”

“Aye, sir.”

You notice that there’s no flirtatious comment today.

This planet feels a bit like a dream, with its dead quiet, muted colours, pearly grey sky and the two suns gently highlighting the landscape. The only evidence you can see of the turbulent atmosphere are the occasional blue-green clouds scudding quickly across the sky.

You pick your way through the pathless terrain, looking for any signs of life. While there are scraps of ragged looking vegetation here and there, a lot of it seems dead, and the planet as a whole seems mostly barren.

You don’t make conversation; there’s something about the planet’s quiet and your confused emotions that steals your ability to make small talk, and Pike is quiet too. There’s just the sound of two pairs of boots crunching on the ground.

Until you almost step on a flower: a seven petaled bloom in the shape of a star, pale blue in the middle deepening to grey-purple just at the tips. You pause to get a better look, to see if there are any others like it nearby, but it seems solitary.

“Are you all right, Lieutenant?”

You look up to see Pike has stopped too, mild concern on his face.

“Yes sir, I’m fine.” You straighten up. “I just... this flower is the only one I’ve seen, and I wonder... is it the last gasp of the life that used to live on this planet, or is it a glimpse of hope for the future?”

Pike glances at the flower, but his focus is on you when he speaks. “We’ll likely never know, but I... I choose hope.”

The site you chose from the visual scan is obvious when you get there. You’re at the edge of the hills, and there’s a grey cliff curving round one edge of a flat open area. Geophysics had identified it as a potential location for dilithium, and as you get close you can see veins of the pink crystal running through the rock.

Now you just need to find out how much there is.

With Pike helping it doesn’t take too long to set the scanner up. You start with the base in the case he was carrying, and together you fold it out into a large circle, locking struts and its three legs in place.

You attach the probe that will drill into the soil, the antennas to communicate with the smaller unit near the shuttle and with the Enterprise, and to facilitate scanning in the atmosphere. Finally, you attach the computer from your backpack which is the brains of the system — you can’t help your private smile of satisfaction as it comes online. The shuttle is far enough away that its systems don’t affect the sensitive scans, and when the probe deploys and calibration data flows straight through immediately.

You talk to Commander Pelia and Lieutenant Spock on comms, making adjustments on the fly to the different parameters, optimising the uplink from the scanner and away team’s tricorders to the Enterprise.

Pike checks in with La’an at some point, but next time you look up you see he’s a little way away, tricorder out, following a standard scanning pattern working outward from where you are. You’re a little surprised he didn’t tell you that’s what he was going to do. Then the scanner beeps as the drill returns a result outside expected tolerances, pulling your focus.

It’s easier to get lost in your work than think about him, and for a long while, you do.

“Lieutenant, do you see that?” There’s a note of concern in Pike’s voice, and you follow his gaze to the horizon to your right.

It almost looks like a distant rain shower would on Earth, but there are green lights sparking all through it. Like lightning but less directional. You take a breath, and realise the metallic smell has intensified, to the point you can almost taste it.

“Yes, sir, I do.” You turn and meet Pike’s eyes.

“Plasma storm?”

“Plasma storm.” You redirect your scanner’s gain to maximum in that direction, sacrificing resolution elsewhere.

Pike’s tone is rueful. “Should’ve known when I scanned a burned patch of vegetation. It must have developed quickly.”

“Looks like it’s moving fast, too.”

“I’ll contact the rest of the away team, have them meet us at the shuttle. You start packing.”

“Sir,” you reply, distracted, already deep in the scanner readouts. You vaguely hear Pike calling Spock, then La’an, but you’re focused on one last scan.

“Lieutenant? I gave you an order.”

“Yes sir, you did, but look.” You point to the readout of the storm’s speed on the screen. “Scans show that even if we leave right now, we can’t make it back to the shuttle before the storm hits. We don’t even have time for them to pick us up.”

Pike frowns. “Options?”

“The cliff. There’s a cave system behind it. I don’t think there’s an entrance close enough, but...”

“Phasers? All this dilithium makes it risky.”

“Plasma burns are no fun, sir. I would know.”

He raises a brow. “Sounds like a story for later. All right. Let’s do this.”

You grab your phaser from your holster and dial the power up.

“Fire.”

You focus your beam on the weakest spot, and Pike fires at it too. And... nothing happens, for long enough for a shade of doubt to creep in. Then there’s a sound, a pile of rubble, and a gap. Just large enough for a person.

The cave is dark. It’s big, too, enough that the torches on your vests can’t illuminate the other side from where you are.

The storm is still raging outside, but the sound of it is quiet in here; the narrow space you opened the gap into curved round for a few metres before opening out into the space you’re in.

Now all you can do is sit and wait.

And you’re so aware of Pike, sitting with you.

He’s quiet, and now you come to think of it he has been all day. Definitely no flirting. You try to steal a glance at him, see what he’s thinking, but it’s too dark, and you don’t want to turn to face him.

You cast around for a distraction, and find a piece of dilithium embedded in the rock floor of the cavern next to you. The surface is flat and glassy-smooth, but with a few imperfections, and you like the feel of it under your fingers. In your head you go over the dilithium crystal eigenstates you memorised at the academy in one of your classes in warp field mechanics, and calculate the power output you would need for your phaser to trigger different levels.

“Sir, I’d like to try something, to give us some more light. It’s safe.”

“Sure. Go ahead.”

You adjust your phaser to its second lowest setting, scoot across a little and fire on the dilithium, counting seconds in your head. It starts glowing red immediately, but as you shut the beam off the glow spreads, along one vein, then another, then another, until the whole cavern is lit up like its own galaxy, surrounding you on the floor, the walls, the ceiling.

“Wow, that’s—that’s good work. Thank you.”

There’s something in his expression as he looks at you, the wonder in his eyes melting into a smile, that makes you brave.

“So… I had an—an interesting chat with Chapel and Ortegas the other day.”

“Oh?”

“Apparently the scuttlebutt is that we’re dating... we’ve been dating for a while. They wouldn’t believe me when I told them it wasn’t true.” You stare out across the cavern at all the glimmering lights.

“Oh.” He exhales. “Hah, yeah… I’m, uh, sorry about that? Things… got away from me.” You hear him stir, move into a different position.

You frown. “I don’t understand. What are you sorry for?”

“I’ve always been interested in you. And you’re not the sort of person that’s cowed by rank – Paulson is your superior, in your chain of command, but I was in the bar when he asked you to dinner, and you were so sure of yourself when you rejected him. So that day in the turbolift, Una and Erica jumping to conclusions... Your face was a picture, and I had to take Una’s bait. But by the time she told me there was already a rumour, you were joining in, and I—”

His voice goes quiet, like a confession.

“I couldn’t stop. And that wasn’t fair to you… making you an object of gossip like that.”

“Chris, I—” but now it comes to it, you can’t find the words. How do you tell him that you wouldn’t mind, not at all, if only the gossip were real? “But you did stop. We’ve barely spoken today. Until now.”

“I can read the room. You weren’t up for it the other night. Or today. And… I would never force my attentions where they clearly aren’t wanted.”

“But... they are, Chris. They are wanted.”

The cavern is dead quiet, and you almost wonder if you actually spoke aloud. But the look in Pike’s eyes when you finally turn to meet them—

“Lieutenant Spock to Captain Pike. Come in, please.”

Pike shrugs a little, face apologetic, as he flips open his communicator.

The ride back to the Enterprise is as quiet, and bumpy, as the ride to the planet. Spock and the rest of the away team had sheltered in the shuttle with shields up while the storm passed over them, and when the Enterprise’s scanners had shown that another one was forming, they came to pick you up.

All the equipment you left outside was destroyed.

But you think, as you climb in the shuttle, you catch a glimpse of one of those star-shaped flowers, still intact. Still blooming.

And Pike makes a point to catch your eye as you leave the shuttle bay. It’s subtle, but you recognise the invitation.

You think you can smell food as you press Pike’s door chime, and the scent only gets more appetising as you walk in. The lights are low, apart from the fire burning brightly, and Pike pauses, apron on over his gold uniform, to smile at you as you walk over to the kitchen area.

“You came.”

“Of course.”

He picks a small bottle up, and pours from it into a salad bowl in front of him. “I hope you’re hungry… I may have gone a little overboard on the mac and cheese. I thought we could use a little comfort food after that planet.”

“It smells amazing. Anything I can do to help?”

“It’s almost ready. You could pour the wine?” He indicates to the bottle and two glasses on one end of his L shape table. You uncork the chilled bottle and take care of the drinks while he brings plates, salad, and the macaroni cheese, piping hot and smelling delicious.

Sitting next to Chris, rather than opposite like you might at a restaurant or on the other side of the L as you have when you’ve been to crew meals here, feels so intimate. As he reaches over to get some salad, or you go to pick up your glass to sip some chardonnay, you can’t help but touch. You try not to let being this close to him distract you… as intimate as this is, as hopeful as you are, nothing is settled.

You take a bite of your pasta and sigh. “It’s perfect, Chris. Creamy, the cheese— everything. Perfect comfort food. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You see him relax a little as you load up another forkful; he cares what you think.

You eat for a while in companionable quiet, then he takes a breath.

“I’m planning on demoting Spock. He has the worst timing.” He quirks one of those half smiles at you, the kind that make you melt a little, but then his expression goes serious.

“My position on this ship… I have to be careful of it. Your training – everyone’s training – tells you to do as I say. So, if I’m… interested… in someone, usually I try to set that aside.” He puts his fork down and shakes his head a little. “Clearly I didn’t do well on that score with you. But… I would have to be sure, before I truly pursue anything, that a person isn’t saying yes because of my rank.”

“I told myself that flirting was just a joke between us. That you don’t get involved with your crew. I want it to be real, but when people assumed that it was… It spooked me for a moment there.” You turn to face him more fully, to look into his eyes.

“I understand what it means for you to be Captain Pike. I understand that the Enterprise comes before me. But I felt that—that pull toward you, long before whatever this was started. It’s not your rank, your position of authority, Chris, it’s you.”

Chris stands from his chair, reaching a hand out to you. You stand and take it, his fingers warm in yours, and let him draw you to him, feeling the press of his body all along yours. You stare into his eyes, and see a wonder there that you’re sure he sees in your eyes too – the knowledge that you can finally have this. But then your eyes drift shut as he kisses you, gently, unhurried, savouring the moment.

You part for just a second, and then it gets passionate as you kiss him back, one hand on his chest, while his other hand finds its way to your lower back, holding you tighter. Your lips part, his tongue finds yours and you taste him, and you can’t get enough.

“So I know your shots are up to date,” Chris says, voice gravelly, when you pause for breath. “Would you like to take this to the bedroom?”

“Yes please.” You don’t care if you sound needy; you just want him. He takes your hand again and leads the way.

You are not quite sure what happened to your dress. You remember Chris helping you take it off last night, but quite how it got this crumpled is a bit of a mystery. You lift it up from the floor, and try to shake it out, not very successfully.

“Breakfast is served,” Chris says, looking fresh and neat in his uniform, not a hair out of place. No evidence to be seen of your activities last night, or how little sleep he may have had. “Oh, did you want a new uniform? I can synthesise one.”

“No need. I’ll have time to change in my quarters before shift.” You pull it on and try to smooth your skirt. “Breakfast?”

“Waffles. And real maple syrup. I know this little farm—”

It isn’t far from Pike’s quarters to the turbolift, and the officers in the corridor nod and smile to you as usual. Until you meet Lieutenant Ortegas.

She looks you up and down, taking in your creased dress with a raised brow and a sly smile. “I saw the duty rosters; I know you’re on alpha today. So… you get lucky last night?”

You try to hide your smile, but you feel too good – you don’t really want to.

“Yes, Erica, I did.”

Everyone will know, but you don’t mind. You and Chris are at the start of something special.

#Christopher Pike x Reader #Christopher Pike x You #Captain Pike #Christopher Pike Imagine #Star Trek Strange New Worlds #fanfic #ask #elen answers #request #noctiscorvus #writings of the girl from outer space #Common Knowledge

[only-in-december]

Hi! Here's a list of ten of the weirdest ships I could come up with for Star Trek off the top of my head! (Don't ask why. Just go with it....I was bored.)

The rules are simple, 1) the characters have to either come from the same show, or exist at the same point in the timeline (so for example Chekov x Kira would not be allowed, but Kira x Geordi would....that ship is solely for example purposes and will not be used in the final list.) 2) Characters can be used however many times I see fit. 3) No incest, pedophilia, or other generally icky pairings. And finally, 4) There is no forethought put into whether or not they would actually work as a couple. It's just for fun.😁

Christopher Pike x Sam Kirk

Hikaru Sulu x Spock

Pavel Chekov x Jim Kirk

Beverly Crusher x Worf

Quark x Guinan

Spock x Sam Kirk

Pavel Chekov x Nyota Uhura

Geordi La Forge x Kathryn Janeway

Kira Nerys x Miles O'Brien *EDIT* After many (read 3 or 4) people informed me that this is a real ship (usually in a polycule with Keiko) I rescind this as an odd ship. I apologize. In my defense, I've only watched like...maybe the whole first season of DS9 at most, and so haven't gotten to that storyline. My most humble of apologies to all.

Una Chin-Riley x Montgomery Scott

I don't think any of these are plausible romantic relationships for any of them. But if anyone wants to try and defend any of them, I'd love to see how you think that relationship would work! And if somehow I put a ship that you actually do ship, then I'm sorry! I tried my best to think of pairings that no one would really ship in the genuine kind of way!

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek tng #star trek snw #star trek ds9 #star trek voyager #christopher pike #sam kirk #hikaru sulu #spock #pavel chekov #jim kirk #beverly crusher #worf #quark #guinan #nyota uhura #geordi la forge #kathryn janeway #kira nerys #miles o'brien #una chin riley #montgomery scott #i apologize for all of these pairings #they all feel cursed in their own way

[ghostlyfanparadise]

#if you think spock doesn’t want them to be together #then leave #una chin riley #pikeuna #pike x una #Q #christopher pike #Spock #meme #mine #photo edit #Star Trek #star trek photo edit #strange new worlds photo edit #strange new worlds #star trek strange new worlds #Star Trek strange new worlds photo edit

[make-me-imagine]

Star Trek Masterlist #2

This is a masterlist for the Star Trek AOS movies, and the shows Discovery and Strange New Worlds

(Star Trek Shows Masterlist (Voy; DS9; Ent)

If you find any incorrect or missing links please let me know!

Here is the link to my Main Masterlist

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--- Discovery/Strange New Worlds ---

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Multiple Characters:

Match-Up Scenario Game

Headcanons: How they show intimacy to their s/o (^Michael Burnham; Erica Ortegas; Nhan; Una Chin-Riley; Christine Chapel; and Nyota Uhura) - cute/gen

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Spock

Fics/Oneshots:

'20 Questions' (fluff/romance/bit of pining)

'The Voice of My Soul' (soulmate au)

'Green With Envy' (jealousy/pre relationship/fluff)

'Two Hearts, Eight Words' (romance/cute/Valentines Day)

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Christopher Pike

Fics/Oneshots:

'Always' (fluff/angst/bit of whump)

'Accidents Happen' (fake dating/fluff)

'Food Fight' (cute/humor)

'Something Wicked This Way Comes' (horror/suspense)

'White Christmas' (fluff/cute/mild Christmas)

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Erica Ortegas

Oneshots/Fics:

'An Invitation of Change' (fluff/cute)

'Nebulas and First Dates' (casual fluff/cute)

'A Perfect Couple' (fake dating; cute)

Where My Soul Waits For You (soulmate au; cute)

'You Are What You Reap' (crew & reader/fun/Halloween)

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Jim Kirk

Oneshots/Fics:

'Time to Kill' (cute/fluff)

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- - - Star Trek AOS - - -

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Jim Kirk

Gif Imagine: ‘Being Kirk’s sibling and working on Enterprise’

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Soulmate AU - ‘Dreaming of You’ (fluff/romance)

Oneshot - ‘Hollow’ (angst/comfort)

Fic Series: A New Purpose

Jim Kirk x Female!Reader Series

Chapter One: Captured Chapter Two: Forgotten Chapter Three: Escape Chapter Four: Going Home  Chapter Five: Discontinued (for idk how long)

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Spock

Oneshots/Drabbles:

‘Glances’ (Fluff)

“Being so close your lips brush..” Part One (fluff/slow-burn) “Being so close your lips brush..” Part Two (fluff)

 ‘Grief’ (Angst/Fluff)

'Certain' (Christmas Proposal; romantic)

'Fear' (angst/comfort)

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Leonard Mccoy

Headcanons - ‘Baking pies with Leonard McCoy’ (domestic fluff)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

‘Early Christmas’ (humor/cute)

'Missed Time’ (angst/fluff/cute)

'Always' (angst/fluff)

'Touch' (soulmate au/angst/cute)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert); 'Proposal' (romantic)

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Other:

Pavel Chekov - Ship Drabble (Reader Insert): ‘First Kiss’ (fluff)

Hikaru Sulu - Drabble: ‘Stop it with the tongue thing...’ (suggestive/humor)

Montgomery "Scotty" Scott - Fic: "Worth More Than You Know" (angst/comfort/fluff)

#star trek #star trek masterlist #star trek masterlist 2 #star trek discovery #star trek aos #star trek strange new worlds #strange new worlds #star trek x reader #spock #jim kirk #captain kirk #pavel chekov x reader #montgomery scott x reader #spock x reader #strange new worlds x reader #discovery x reader #Erica Ortegas #Erica Ortegas x Reader #christopher pike #christopher pike x reader #michael burnham #una-chin riley #nhan

[curator-on-ao3]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Number One | Una Chin-Riley/Christopher Pike Characters: Christopher Pike, Number One | Una Chin-Riley (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Prompt Fic, Caught in the Rain, canon-consistent as of the end of season one, Starfleet Academy, the Antares, and a leap into an as-of-this-writing season two future Summary: Prompt from dailyau on Tumblr: “I got caught in the rain without an umbrella and an attractive stranger is sharing theirs with me AU.”

Note: Thank you, @dailyau​ for a great prompt! 

#fanfic #star trek strange new worlds #star trek strange new worlds fanfic #christopher pike #una chin-riley #una chin-riley x christopher pike #pikeuna #pikeuna fanfic #dailyau prompt #thank you dailyau! #no mice were harmed in the writing of this fic #just a happy captain and first officer