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thecoffeenebula · 5 months

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The Discomforts Of Food

Part One

Christopher Pike/Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

warnings: this story is about a eating disorder

You are struggling with your eating disorder. You have lost a lot of weight. As you have been getting weaker, the entire crew has become concerned with you. Captain Pike ordered you to go to sickbay, where nurse Chapel was all in ready to take care of you. Both Chris and Christine are by your side to get better.

This is the second week your commanding officer had to send you to sickbay. Another day of getting unwell at your station. In your eyes you did not need to go to sickbay. You were fine. You looked fine. You just had been having stress and that was affecting you. At least that is what you kept telling yourself.

Despite what you were telling yourself, you were pale looking. Your face all fallen in, the bones around your shoulders showing. Even when you stepped underneath the shower when you looked at the mirror you could see your ribs become visible. But sadly, there was not where your focus was.

Subconsciously you knew that something was going on. When you were helping out on a new colony an old man mentioned how thin you were and joked about how you barely ate, as for you, what you ate seemed like a normal portion. It made you really insecure, but still everything felt normal. Your eating felt normal to you.

For months you had been unhappy with your body. You had been overeating for no reason. You just felt like you could handle more than you could take. But the more you did it the more you had the feeling there was a permanent rock in there. Eating was not enjoyable anymore. So one day you were done with all of it, so you decided to eat lighter and smaller portions. Maybe that is where it went wrong, as the ligther portions might have been too light. You mainly ate crackers, yoghurt, fruit and some bread. Dinner you ate in really small portions as you thought that was all your body could handle. You finally felt happier in your body as you did not have that continuous bloating feeling. But eating that light, avoiding most of the fats that you needed, especially in your line of work as a security officer, you needed a lot more of that. Avoiding fats, heavy and unhealthy foods made you this. A thin troubled woman, who had no idea about how much she needed to eat to survive, and slowly killing herself in the process.

You enter your room. The instant the door shut you let out a scream and kick the table that is besides you. “Why?”

Your roommate looked at you, who was happily reading a book in the corner. They got snapped out of their zone and turned around to face you. “Hey, hon, what’s going on? Aren’t you supposed to be on duty?” She put her book down and turns toward you. She notices the look on your face. All pale. It looked as if you were about to faint.

“They send you to sickbay again?”

You nodded.

“And did you go?”

You scoff at her words. “No, what do you think? There is nothing wrong with me. I am just stressed and it sucks. I hate it that I am this sensitive and my body turns into this nauseating, dizzy mess.”

You walk to your bunk where you lie down and put your hand over your head. Irritation rushes through your body as if it is the blood that pumps through your veins.

“I know this is all frustrating for you. Maybe you like something to drink. Maybe something with sugar might help.”

You scrunch your nose. Sugar is the last thing you want. “No thanks, I am good. I just want to sleep. I am exhausted. ”

“Okay. Well if you need something just say so.”

You lift your arm a little to look at your roommate, standing in the middle of the room. You smile at here a little. “Maybe some water.”

“Suer can do.” Alice, your roommate, walks up to the food synthesizer, types in what she wants and grabs the two appearing glasses of water. She walks back to you and sits down on your bed. She hands you the glass of water. You take it and take big gulps out of it. “Easy” Alice says looking concerned.

“Maybe you would like something to eat. Food can give you energy as well.”

“No, thanks.”

Alice hesitates and looks down at her own glass. You know when she has something on her mind. You roll your eyes at her. “Spill it.” The words come out harshly.

“Okay, well…” Alice nervously fidgets with her glass. “Maybe it is a good idea to go to sickbay.” She could already see you catch air to go into defence. “I know there is nothing going on, just stress. But maybe nurse Chapel can give you something or help you so you won’t feel shit all the time.”

You give her a look.

“It is just a suggestion. But this is the fourth time in two weeks that you get back here. If this keeps going captain Pike or Commander Chin-Riley might reassign you… you might never work as security officer again if Starfleet thinks you cannot handle this job. I don’t want that for you.”

You put your glass down, tired of listening to your worried friend and turn around to catch some sleep. Alice just looks at you and leaves you be. She cannot force you to do anything at all. But she hopes that you will come to your senses.

Another day has passed. Today was an easier day. You were not send to sickbay and you followed along every moment. Captain Pike organized a dinner for his crew. You were invited. You and Chris go way back. He and your father went to the academy together. Your father made Chris your godfather, so he always tries to keep an eye out for you. Chris wrote your recommendations letter to Starfleet and made sure you could serve aboard the Enterprise. He was proud to have you as security officer on his team. You mean a lot to him. He has not seen you a lot over the past few weeks as Chris has been really busy, so he wanted you to be at his bridge crew dinner.

The moment you got off duty you changed your clothes and raced to the captain’s quarters. You were a bit hungry and you missed the captain. You missed your late night chess meetings as Chris had to cancel them because he was so busy. Finally some time together again.

As you enter his quarters, everyone is already there, La’an, Una, Christine, Erica, M’Benga, Spock, Sam, Nyota and Hammer. Sitting there, sipping their wine. Erica instantly comes over to you with a glass of what appears to be water. “As you are always the only sober one, here you have your go to drink. A simple plain glass of water.” She says jokingly. You smile at her.

“Well, someone has to stay responsible on these kind of events and keep the crew under control.” They all laugh. “What must the rest thing if their senior officers walk around the corridors drunk?” “They join in.” Erica says with a wink. Of course, you thought. Instead of coming with a comeback, you take a seat next to Sam, and look at how Spock helps the captain cook, which is a hilarious sight. You never saw Spock in an apron. The happiness did not stay long for you. Your thoughts began to take over at the sight of the food. How there was a lot of it, and how much you needed to eat of it, and what would be too much for you and if there still was a dessert, how much you needed to eat then to have place for it, the thought of how the dessert would be way too much and unhealthy… you could not eat that… the thoughts made you cranky. Not only the thoughts of course, but the lack of food was also playing a part in your crankiness too.

Everyone was talking and enjoying themselves, but you just sat there, staring at your drink, looking at it quite concerned. Captain Pike had been keeping an eye on you. He did not say anything yet. When you walked in concern instantly took over him. Your roommate had been talking to him about you. About how you looked, about how you closed yourself off. She was pretty sure you were overthinking things to much due to the stress you had been having.

Captain Pike and Spock decked the table with food. Everyone took a seat and enjoyed their meal. You just took a little bit off everything. The voice inside of your head is telling you not to eat too much to avoid the feeling of being bloated.

Chris had something special prepared for dessert. He knew about your love for cheesecake. So he made his grandmother’s special New York Cheesecake. As he presented it on the table, something inside of you snapped. You felt full from the little bits you had been eating. You did not want something so unhealthy and mighty in your tummy. You just sat there very uncomfortable, staring at the cheesecake. As Chris wanted to put some on your plate you instantly refused. Chris’ brow is raised up, as he is confused to why you would refuse his famous cheesecake. “Okay” he said steadily. He served the rest of the crew present in his quarters a piece of cheesecake. Everyone seemed all too happy about receiving a piece, despite being all so incredibly full. You could not grasp to how they could be like that. How can you enjoy food even if you are so incredibly full.

Over time, chatting with everyone else, you noticed your hunger returning. It was quite a miserable feeling as everyone had eaten out. You did not want to feel hungry at all. You tried your best to be all nice to them. But you could feel your body become tense and faint. You just tried so hard to keep your focus onto the people around you. Chatting and laughing at stupid jokes. Drinking their wine as if it is Coca Cola. It made you so uncomfortable.

After cleaning up, everyone left. It was just you and Chris in his quarters. Chris noticed you had a strange look on your face. He grabbed the last piece of cheesecake and easily slides it over to you. “It’s still yours if you want it.” You could feel the pressure onto your head.

You saw that lovely piece of cheesecake lying there on the counter. But everything inside of you told you not to eat it. It was unhealthy and it fills too hard.

You shook your head “I am good. You can have it.”

Chris pulls the plate aside, so he can lean his arms onto the bar.

“Okay, what’s going on?”

You look at him. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Chris raises his brow at you. Not convinced at your words.

“You seem stressed.”

“No. I am not stressed.” You grasp for breath.

“(y/n), I have to be honest with you. You do not look good.” The irritation rises from your feet up to your head.

“I am doing okay. I have never been more fine. Everything is going well…”

“Then why do you look like a prisoner who hasn’t seen a meal in a month?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You say deniably.

“So you have not looked in the mirror lately.” You must admit that every time you looked into a mirror you did notice your ribs sometimes. But you thought this was because of the morning, that you had not eating anything yet.

“I have. I am thin, so what?”

“Maybe a little too thin?” Chris looks at you hopefully. He sees your ever so hopefully eyes looking into his. He gets from behind the bar.

“Come here.” He says, and walks with you to the mirror that stands across the bedroom. He put you in front of the mirror.

“Can you recognize yourself?”

Before you dare to take a look at yourself you keep your eyes on Chris. “Don’t look at me, keep your eyes on you.” He says whilst turning your head to the mirror. You are staring into your own eyes. You look yourself up and down. You look small. You are as thin as a stick. For the first time you had a really good look at yourself. The concern radiates through your eyes. It makes Chris see in that you finally see it.

“What do you see?”

“I am a stick figure.” You say sadly. “I am not okay, am I?”

“Well you are as okay as you can be” Chris places a small kiss into your hair.

“I look like that guy from that old Earth movie you once showed me. What was it called again? Fantastic Beasts? There was this old guy looking just as dead as me.”

Chris chuckled. It was good you still had some humor in you yet.

“You knew all this time things were not okay, you just did not want to see it.”

“Yeah. I have seen the signs, I just, it did not seem real to me. But it is getting more real every day. With the tiredness and by the looks of my body.” You sigh “Chris I am afraid to eat.”

Chris stands in front of you. His soft gaze upon you.

“These thoughts in my head. I am afraid to be full, I am afraid to eat fat and unhealthy things. I am continuously afraid that my stomach will have problems. So I just eat in a way I think is good for me. Because it does not seem to upset my stomach.” Your eyes have become watery. Tears are almost beginning to flow out. The distress within you is high. Chris wraps his arms around you. It is okay.

“No, Chris, it’s not. I am too afraid to eat cheesecake. I am hungry right now and I do not want to eat. Especially not the cheesecake because it is too heavy and unhealthy. It’s not good for me…It’s only gonna give me problems…” tears are streaming down your face.

Chris shushes you. “I just don’t know it anymore.”

“I don’t know either. I am not in your situation, I have no idea what your going through. My mind is not racing about thoughts of food. Only how delicious it is. Like that cheesecake.”

“You are only making it worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

Chris’ sparkling concerned eyes gaze upon you. He looks down at you.

“I just want you to be okay. We can go to sickbay, together if it helps.”

You hesitate for a moment. “I don’t know.”

“Do it for yourself. Doctor M’Benga can help you. You can become better again.”

You nod along his words.

“Okay. I will seek help. But only if you come with me.”

“I won’t leave your side.”

“Thank you.” You say smiling at him.

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Accidents Happen

Requests: Fake Dating and Friends to Lovers. Requested By: Two Anons

Plot: While you and Pike go undercover on a planet that has yet to make first contact, you play pretend that you are married. But, like most love stories, your real feelings come to the surface.

Pairing: Christopher Pike x GN!Reader *Mx. used once in replacement of mrs/ms/mr

Warnings: A kiss, that's it

Words: 2.1k

A/N: Unfortunately, the idea I had in my head for this was not successfully translated into writing. Buuut, I hope it is an enjoyable read nonetheless.

"So all of the information about this culture that we have been able to discover will be on your pads for easy access if needed. The clothes we have given you are similar to those from the opposite side of the planet. Your translators are well hidden and should not be able to be seen by them. Hopefully they assume you are just visiting and don't ask too many questions."

You nodded along as Commander Riley spoke. You tried to swallow down your anxieties and focus on the mission at hand. Figure out where the strong energy source you detected is coming from, find out if it is harming the natives, stop it if it is, don't expose them to the knowledge of alien life, leave, and move on.

"You ready Y/n?" A soft voice asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

Looking over, you saw Pike staring at you as he adjusted his bag. You nodded and gave him a small smile "Always."

He smiled in return "Good. Should be a walk in the park, remember, we're just visitors."

You nodded again in understanding as your eyes traced down the delicate red markings along his temple and neck, mimicking the same markings of the aliens. You wondered if you pulled them off as well as he seemed to.

The two of you managed to beam down without hassle, and made your way quickly towards the small village. A few people stopped and looked at you out of curiosity, but no one seemed alarmed.

Once you got closer to the center of town, you felt your anxieties rise when one of the native aliens approached you. You could tell by their more ornate dress that they were higher up on the societal scale.

"Greetings!" They said with a cheery voice that was translated directly to you "Welcome visitors to Machella!"

You and Pike smiled at him "Greetings!" Pike responded.

"I am pleased to welcome you, it is not often we get travelers through this area, but we are always pleased when we do!"

You felt the weight on your chest lighten as he politely greeted you. "I am Tixil, and this-" They motioned to another alien who approached their side "Is my spouse Henet"

"It is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Pike, and this is my spouse Y/n."

You felt your heart jump in your chest as you side-eyed Pike. Before hand you had decided to say you were simply just business partners hoping to expand your trade to new locations. Suddenly being his spouse threw you off.

The alien opened his arms "And how long do we expect you to stay with us?"

You finally spoke up "Only a short time, if there is a place of shelter we could stay that is. We would not want to impose on anyone."

"No, of course not! We have plenty of room for visitors!" Henet broke in cheerfully. "We will show you! Please, follow us!"

As you began to follow Tixil and Henet you stayed close to Pike.

"They seem like great people, I'm glad." He commented.

You nodded your head in agreement before you responded "What happened to us being business partners?"

You saw Pike side-eye you briefly as his lip quirked up a bit. "I thought it would be better in the moment. Form a sort of similarity between them, make them more comfortable. Besides, we can still be business partners."

It was clear in his voice that he was not being entirely truthful, which only made you wonder more about why he changed your cover. You felt a constant warmth in your ears, and butterflies in your stomach at the thought.

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As you looked around the bustling village streets, you smiled softly. You thought back on the last few days you had spent in Machella.

You and Pike were both relieved to find the energy source you had detected was simply a heating source for the city during the winter months, and caused no harm to the people on the planet.

Of course you assumed that meant it was time to leave and go back to the Enterprise. But when you were approached by Tixil and Henet, who insisted you stay a few days longer to attend a yearly festival, you were stunned when Pike enthusiastically agreed. He stated it was to learn more about their culture, but part of you felt that it was more than that

Over the last few days, as you and Pike had been pretending to be a married couple, things started to change. You slept in the same room, each night back to back, both of you pretending that you did not wake up in each others arms in the middle of the night. Neither of you knowing the other knew it too.

You spent most of your time within arms reach. You showed small signs of affection when others watched you. You even came up with a backstory about your relationship. During all of this, you were alarmed at how, comfortable, it felt, and at times it felt as though you were not acting at all.

Thinking back on the moment when you and Pike told a tale of your meeting and courting, you were startled when he took your hand in his, and pressed a kiss to the back of it. You were able to hide your surprise, but there was a moment when your eyes met, where you think something changed. A tension that had always been there between the two of you, starting to break.

"Y/n."

You broke from your thoughts as you looked to your left, seeing Pike watching you. As he approached you you smiled softly at him, noticing the immediate quickening of your heartbeat.

"You look great." He commented, and you flt your cheeks heat up.

Some locals had provided the two of you with colorful clothes to wear to the ceremony. They accented your figure well, and as Chris's eyes seemed to graze over you, you were glad you hid your bashfulness well.

"Thank you, as do you."

"The festival is starting." he held out his arm for you to take as he smiled at you "Shall we?"

You felt butterflies rampage through your body as you smiled and nodded as you looped your arms through his "We shall."

The festival was an array of flowers, foods, colorful garments, music, and dancing. Dances that didn't seem too different than some you knew.

Pike seemed to notice this as well as he leaned down at spoke softly "Would you like to dance with me?"

You felt your ears heat up as you met his eyes "Why do you know this one?" Your voice was a little teasing.

Looking back at the people dancing he shrugged his head a bit "Just looks like normal dancing to me, shouldn't be too hard."

Meeting your eyes again he smiled as he reached out his hand. Slowly taking it, he lead you closer to the others. As you began dancing, in what you hoped looked normal to everyone else, you felt you heart beating heavily in your chest.

His hands were wrapped around your waist, your hands placed on his shoulder and chest. You copied the swaying movements of the couples next to you.

As your eyes locked, you felt a similar feeling like you had a couple days prior. That tension beginning to break.

You felt him pull you a bit closer to him as his eyes stayed glued to yours. You could feel his heart beating underneath your hand, and you were sure it was just as rapid as yours.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. "I've enjoyed our time here."

You nodded "So have I."

"Uh, I lied to you before."

You frowned a bit "When?"

"The day we got here. When I said I told Tixil and Henet we were married because it might make them more comfortable."

You replied almost tentatively "So that's not why you did it?"

He shook his head softly "I really just liked the idea."

A soft smile crossed your face "The idea of what exactly? Playing make pretend?"

"Being married to you." He saw the surprise in your eyes and smiled. "I like the idea of being with you in general, actually."

Feeling that tension break, you let out a soft breath. You were sure the astonishment you were feeling was clear on your face as he smiled with mild amusement.

"I didn't think you'd be that surprised, after all I thought you might feel the same. Unless I've been a complete fool."

Finally finding your words, you shook your head "No, no you're not a fool Chris, I do feel the same. I just...I'm surprised you're admitting it."

He cocked his head a little "Why?"

"Well, nothing can happen between us, can it?"

He shrugged lightly as he hummed "I wouldn't worry about that."

You rose one brow "I don't know if I feel confident with that response."

He grinned down at you "Just take my word for it, it'll be fine. Things have a tendency of working out for me."

"That I have noticed."

He chuckled as he pulled you even closer, so you were flush against him. You noticed his eyes flick down to your lips briefly.

Meeting your eyes again, he stared deeply at you for a moment before he spoke in a whisper "Can I kiss you?"

Your heart was beating so fiercely, you swore you could both hear it. Nodding softly you whispered back "Yes."

Leaning in slowly, his lips brushed yours lightly before he kissed you deeply. You had both stopped moving, standing still in each other's arms as you kissed.

Forgetting where you were for a moment, you broke away in surprise as cheers were shouted out around you. Looking around, you saw Tixil and some others begin dancing around you as they placed a large circlet of flowers around the two of you. Nearby were a few more couples with similar garlands around them.

You and Chris looked at each other and let out amused, yet confused chuckles.

As Tixil began to yell out something in a language your translator failed to translate, you watched in bewilderment as others cheered and through a sparkly powdery substance over all of you.

"What's happening?" Chris muttered as he pulled you close to him.

"Hell if I know." You said with a bewildered smile.

As a few others chanted something as well, and they all began cheering, you and Chris locked eyes with mutual confusion. Tixil and Henet walked over to you and bowed briefly as they grinned at you.

"I am so glad you were both able to stay for the re-joining ceremony, it is such a pleasure to re-affirm the love between spouses."

As they walked away to speak to the other couples, you and Chris turned to look at each other.

"Re-joining?" He muttered.

You stared at him with an agape stare before you wondered out loud "Chris, did they just...marry us?"

He nodded quickly "I think so."

"Wow, okay. Is this what you meant by things always working out for you, and that I shouldn't worry about it?"

He looked down at you "Not exactly what I meant, no."

After a moment you both let out bewildered laughs as he pulled you close to him again. "Out of all the things that could have happened here, this is definitely not something I would have expected. But-" gently brushing some of the sparkly powder from your face he grinned "It's definitely one of the better things."

You smiled up at him "It's definitley one of the fastest moving relationships I've ever had."

"I think I can say the same." He chuckled.

"So what now?" You asked with a heavy hint of perplexion in your tone.

He shrugged a bit as he looked around "How's a honeymoon sound?"

You let out a laugh but smacked him lightly "No, seriously Chris, this isn't exactly what Starfleet command will expect from our mission."

"Well it was an honest accident, and we couldn't risk exposing our lies to the natives to get out of it, so...it is what it is, I think."

"So, we are now married on planet ZZ-1?"

He smiled down at you and nodded a bit "Look's like it." He looked around, seeing others beginning to dance again. Taking step back, he reached out his hand "So, what do you say Mx. Pike? Dance with me again?"

You let out a baffled laugh as you shook your head in astonishment but placed your hand in his. Pulling you towards him again, he grinned down at you in a mix of amusement and glee. This was definitley going down as one of his favorite missions he's ever gone on.

xx End xx

This was so much better in my head, but I could not for the life of me write it out how I wanted. But whatever, I hope you like it~

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the-infamous-coat-of-baron-zemo · 7 months

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Times Change and We With Time

Part 1 | ? |

First of all let me say, I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm going to roll with my crazy plot bunny. Also as a warning, my first foray into writing any kind of Star Trek, though I've watched a majority of all franchises.

This is a Christopher Pike / Reader story.

Lots of set up in this chapter, so bare with me.

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Q always drives home the point that time, is in fact, non-linear. So what happens when you realize that maybe a person's future, lies in the past?

'Times change and we change with them' - Latin Proverb

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Chapter One: So, That...Happened

Disclaimer | I am taking several liberties with Star Trek lore in order to mold the telling of this story. Mainly, Spock's disappearance when he went on the rescue mission to stop the destruction of Romulus's star system. We're going to negate the Kelvin timeline here and assume Spock surfaced and has been focusing on continued re-settling of the remaining Romulan inhabitants on Vashti.

OOOOO

Stardate: 2402.3

OOOOO

The Enterprise-G was quite a formidable ship. Previously known as the USS Titan, she was rechristened after the events of near Borg annihilation just a few short years ago.

You were walking back to your quarters, smiling and nodding at several familiar faces on the way.

Having served in an unofficial capacity on the Enterprise-E, you knew there was no other feeling in the world than being on a starship.

And for once, you were grateful for the lull in activity. Not racing against all odds to save the galaxy, worrying about the crew and their safety. As thrilling as that may be for some, it's nice to get back to what Star Fleet was all about, exploring.

Technically, you were never enlisted in Star Fleet. But here you were, having spent a majority of your life with them, all whom you've grown to call family. Protecting them fiercely.

With a genius mind that rivaled most all humans, you reveled in problem solving, tackling the most enigmatic challenges.

However, this came at a great personal cost. There have been many long sleepless nights, you just wished you were normal.

They say humanity has bettered themselves over the centuries. And yes, you suppose that may be true, but there are still those out there who wish to do harm. You learned that early on in life. Orphaned at such a young age, your family sacrificed their lives to protect you. Your intelligence sparked interest in parties who would use your mind to create chaos and destruction. You had to run constantly, never staying in one city too long on Earth. Though, you found the state of Montana to be quite lovely. You thought, if ever you were to retire one day, it would be there.

OOOOO

Okay, so when you mentioned you "served" on the USS Enterprise, it may have been an exaggeration. You were 10 and snuck aboard before leaving space port. The only reason you were allowed to stay was because of one, Beverly Crusher. You like to think of her as the adoptive mom you never had.

But like everyone else close in your life, she had disappeared too. That is until she resurface with her son Jack. You weren't even angry she up and poofed out of existence for 20 years. There was only hurt and sadness. You were used to people abandoning you.

So after crying and lots of hugging, of course you understood, but the loss was still palpable over those two decades.

It's funny, during your time on the Enterprise-E, once you were old enough, you essentially became a Consultant to the Captain, which is what Jack's position on this ship currently is.

That kid. What a handful. And a shameless flirt, who does not seem to care that you are nearly a decade and a half older than he is. You mostly roll your eyes at him, but occasionally, he'll get a good laugh out of you.

Over the last 20 years or so since leaving the Enterprise-E in 2379, you had bounced around from ship to ship, consulting on various odd ball requests. Still never commissioned, but Star Fleet also understood why there was a reason to keep a low profile. Those terrorists that hunted you as a child, were still out there searching for you. So, keeping your name off any official databases was pretty handy.

Until - it wasn't.

OOOOO

Your communicator beeped just as you arrived at the front door to your quarters. Entering, you tap the communicator on your jacket.

"Go ahead."

A loud sigh can be heard over the comm line, "You ready to go? We're at the transporter pad, waiting to beam down."

"Hold your horses. I just need to grab my backpack and PADD Commander Musiker."

You may have responded a bit cheekily, but you don't often use your honorary rank.

"Sorry, ma'am."

Shaking your head and laughing, you gather the remaining items stuffing them in your backpack, "Raffi, just head down to the surface with the away team, I'll follow suit in a couple minutes."

"I can wait," a very distinct male voice piped in.

"Commander, I am definitely ordering you to take Ensign Crusher planet side, now."

You could hear the abrupt rounds of laughter floating through the comm system.

"Copy that. We're heading down."

Yeah. Today was going to be a good day.

OOOOO

Away missions aren't generally something you venture out on too often. Just due to the nature of your position in Star Fleet, but you made a special request for this one.

A class M planet in the Beta Quadrant had been producing unusual anomalies since the Romulus sun went supernova. The readings were sparce and intermittent from the probe recently sent. So, to get a better understanding, command sent the Enterprise out to get more concrete findings. The data was so mystifying it even piqued Ambassador Spock's interest as well. He planned to meet you down on the planet near one of the anomalies.

But still, something seemed, off.

You beamed down within a reasonable amount of time from your last communication with Raffi. The team appeared to be setting up camp and already taking readings of the area, though you aren't sure why everyone is peering over the edge of a cliff.

Quietly approaching, you clear your throat from a fair distance behind the team, making your presence known.

Jack spins around.

"There she is. You've got to take a look at this."

He really does act like a happy golden retriever sometimes, and it is ridiculously infectious.

"Hi friends. What have we got?" You wave at everyone before leaning your head over the edge of the barren cliff. The area reminded you of the Grand Canyon. "Oh, uh - now that is trippy," your eyebrows nearly stretch all the way up to your hairline in surprise.

You weren't really sure what you were looking at. A flattened dark swirling mass of....distorting matter? You pull your backpack from around you and grab your tricorder. Giddy with excitement you attempt to get as close to the edge as possible.

"Easy there tiger, let's not fall off. We all know how clumsy you are," Raffi's voice carries nearby.

You huffed annoyed, but bite back any remarks, because - okay, you were a tad clumsy. But mostly it's because you're occupied with your head in a book or data and randomly bump into things as you walk.

Mumbling to yourself, "Seriously, what is this thing?"

"That is a temporal rift."

Your head snaps up, turning towards the newcomer.

"Spock!"

Smiling you, make your way over to greet one of your closest friends. It still shocks the hell out of you, to think you became friends with one of Star Fleet's most highly decorated.

You don't see each other very often in person anymore, but you both have a bi-monthly communication, catching up on what's going on in each other's lives. But honestly, you just enjoy listening to Spock reminisce about serving on the Enterprise. Lately, he had been sharing more and more stories about Captain Christopher Pike. And they were so good.

"You still accept hugs from friends?" Stopping short, you hold out your arms tentatively.

You know hugs aren't always his thing, but you've managed to wrangle one or two out him in the past.

"Perhaps not in front of the away team, Fleet Admiral."

Out of your peripheral, you see the team trying to look inconspicuous, as if they aren't eavesdropping on your conversation.

Sighing you drop your arms and walk closer to Spock. You jut your head over to a grouping of rocks a few meters from your friends.

"Ambassador Spock and I are going to have a quick chat. We won't go far."

You stuff your hands into pockets and gesture for him to follow.

"You know Spock, you don't have to call me Fleet Admiral."

Having fallen in step with you, his hands are steepled in front of him, "It is your rank, is it not?"

"Yes, but - it's just an honorary rank. And we're friends, you can call me by my name, you know?"

You peer up at him, knowingly.

"Indeed I do."

Chuckling to yourself, you hoist yourself onto one of the large boulders nearby.

"Okay. Time for the important questions. Why are you really here? As happy as I am to see you, this doesn't seem like something you would waste your energy on," you watch Spock stand next to you as he peers out over the vast canyon.

"You have always been incredibly perceptive for a human. You also carry with you an innate compassion for others and a will to never give up. So logic dictates, you would likely continue questioning my motives until I bare them to you."

"You would be correct," eyebrow raising in interest.

You heard a soft chuckle from the Vulcan. Spock dipped his head slightly before facing you once more.

"You remind me very much of a Captain I once served under."

Your eyeballs grew comically wide.

"What?" You drag out slowly. Narrowing your eyes, you continue "I'm assuming you aren't referring to James Kirk?"

"I am not. You may be centuries apart, but many of the endearing qualities I see in you are also the same ones reflected in Christopher Pike." Spock paused briefly, sighing quietly before continuing, "Had you have met, I believe you both would have found great value in one another."

Your jaw drops open slightly in shock.

Blinking rapidly, your brain is trying to discern what exactly Spock is implying. Great value in one another?

"Uh - thank you?" You say confusingly. Then a thought comes to mind and you perk up, "Is this why you keep telling me stories about him?"

"It is one reason, but not the only one."

You tilt your head to the side, "I'm not following. What other reason could there be?"

"Today will be the last day I see you, as I am now," Spock answers.

"That isn't exactly the response, I was hoping for. Why is today the last day I see you? Are you not well?" Alarm creeps into your voice, sounding a growing concern for your friend.

"You will understand in due time."

Standing, you rubbed a hand over your face in frustration.

"Could you not be so cryptic in your Vulcan-y ways?"

You were about to start in again, but a communicator went off.

It wasn't yours.

"Spock here," he taps on his badge.

"Ship's ready sir, just let us know when you're ready to beam back aboard," an officer's voice filtered through.

"Momentarily, Spock out."

"So, you aren't here for the mission," you reply, crossing your arms in front.

"No. I am not."

"Then why?"

"I came to say goodbye to an old friend," Spock replies softly.

Looking up at him, you notice now how somber his eyes are.

"I still don't understand."

Bobbing his head, Spock gives a look of contemplation, "I know.”

Suddenly, you're pulled into a hug.

You were grateful for the comfort, but terribly concerned. Spock normally doesn't initiate hugs, and this conversation has been very confounding to say the least.

But you trust Spock. If something were seriously amiss, he would tell you, wouldn't he?

Pulling back, you give him a fond questioning look.

Spock raised his hand to the Vulcan salute, "It has been the one of the greatest privileges of my life to have known you. You shall and always will be my friend."

"I - yes, Spock, same to you, as well," you were stumbling over yourself, stunned by his action and words.

"Live long and prosper," Spock fondly says, a small smile gracing his features.

You see him tap on his comm badge, "One to beam up, energize."

"Wha - ?"

Before you have time to responds, he's gone from your sight.

Why that sneaky Vulcan! How could just up and leave like that? Next communication session you plan on giving him an earful.

OOOOO

You make your way back over to the away team, dusting off your jeans as you walk. Spinning around slowly, you check to make sure you got all the sand off you. You weren't a true field commissioned Star Fleet officer, so you tend to only wear your uniform when you absolutely have to.

"What was all that about?" Jack says, striding up to you.

"Your guess is as good as mine," you reply dazed.

"So, Ambassador Spock is not staying for the readouts, I take it?" Raffi sarcastically chimes in.

You look over and just shake your head exasperated.

"Vulcans, what are ya going to do?" You throw your hands up in the air.

You noticed other members of the crew had separated out in pairs to collect data. The plan was to only spend one day on the planet and then return the findings to Star Fleet command, with a recommendation on what to do about the anomalies and if they posed a danger to inhabitants.

Reaching for your tricorder again, you stopped short when you heard a shuffling from a section of the area North that hadn't been scouted.

"Commander do you hear that?"

Raffi straightened up, looking around. She holds up her hand, "Everyone quiet."

The shuffling noise was becoming more prominent, closer.

"Phasers out," the Commander replied.

Funny thing. You didn't have one on you. You should really be better prepared.

Craning your neck, you try to see if there's any danger, but there are boulders everywhere.

Raffi was starting to run security protocols with the crew when you saw them.

"Commander, left at 2 o'clock," you shout.

A small group of what looks to be raiders are making their way forward to advance on the team.

And they have weapons. Wonderful.

"Take cover," Jack shouted, grabbing you and darting for the nearest section of boulders to crouch down behind.

You hear a phaser go off and shouting from members of the away team, calling out positions.

Well, this turned ugly fast, you think.

You tighten the backpack strap across your chest in a nervous gesture.

Knowing you don't have a weapon to help your team, you hit your comm badge, "Enterprise, status - we are under fire. Repeat, we are under fire. Request immediate beam up."

No response.

You tap your badge again. Nothing.

Enemy fires grazes the top of the rock you're hiding next to. You look around and see the young Crusher, side stepping his way around to the outer rim - firing every so often, but you can hear the weapons discharging from either side at increased rates. It's only a matter of time before someone gets seriously injured.

Raffi is several feet in front of you around another set of rocks, taking cover and giving orders while keeping her own attackers at bay.

Peering up from over the boulder you're at, you notice a pair of raiders closing in on Jack, who has now isolated himself near the edge of the cliff. You never thought he was extremely reckless, but his mother would be furious if anything happened to him.

Distracted by another raider to his right, you see the ensign focus and hit his target, but he's failed to see the other two closing in on him.

You see one of the two fractioned raiders raise their weapon, ready to fire.

Without hesitation, you sprint from your hiding place and tackle Jack to the ground barely missing the shot fired.

"Are you insane Crusher?" You yell.

"I could say the same thing about you!"

"Can we not do this right now?"

More weapons discharge over the next several minutes. The exchange finally stops after seeing another attacker go down. The Commander is calling out for a perimeter sweep and ordering a Lieutenant to find a way to get in contact with the Enterprise.

Jack stands up and offers you a hand once the all clear is given.

"Thanks for that," he replied bashfully, gesturing to the area where he was saved.

Both of you head start to head over to Commander Musiker, walking along the cliff edge.

"Yeah, well your mother would murder me if something happened -"

Cutting off your snarky reply, you're thrown back by the force of something piercing your shoulder. You cry out in pain, stumbling backwards.

Okay, maybe this wasn't as great a day as you imagined.

Vaguely, you can hear both Raffi and Jack shouting, but your ears are ringing. You reach you towards Crusher with your good arm, but you lose your footing and the next thing you know you're falling in darkness.

OOOOO

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elen-aranel · 8 months

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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

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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.

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ohpike-mycaptain · 9 months

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Pay Attention

Pairing: Captain Christopher Pike x Reader

Prompt: "Did you just kiss me?"

Word count: ~420

You pace back and forth across the ready room, rereading the report on the PADD in your hand for the umpteenth time. Repeating the details over and over hasn't made anything any more clear than the first time the problem presented itself. Maybe if you try starting from a different point, or cross checking with the science report from-

Your face is gently tugged to the side and something warm quickly presses against your lips. Blinking away the confusion, you try your best to reorient yourself. You see Christopher Pike standing in your space with an amused grin.

"Do I finally have your attention?" He asks with a laugh. You trace the fingers of your free hand over your mouth as Chris carefully takes the PADD from your other hand.

Your eyes meet his clear blue and everything makes sense. "Did you just kiss me?"

The captain gestures across the room. "I tried other things, but you were so focused that nothing else worked."

He's already served the meal and poured the wine. You feel a twinge of guilt when you realize how long you must have been ignoring him.

"This is why we agreed to leave work at the door when we can." Chris guides you over to the table. "Is it really something important?"

"I know, I'm sorry, Chris." You sit and stare down at your hands. "I just can't figure out what went wrong with the tests."

"Well, perhaps," He pauses and nudges you to get your attention before continuing, "A break will help you clear your head. I appreciate your dedication, but continuing to push yourself will only make things worse."

You smile at his concern, deciding it's time to let it go for now. "You just want me to compliment your cooking and tell you that you're pretty." Your tone is flat, but your grin gives you away.

Chris laughs and picks up his glass. "It is nice to hear, especially when you say it." His eyes sparkle over the rim of his glass as he takes a sip of the wine.

"I'll make sure to say it more often then, captain." You pick up your fork without breaking eye contact.

"Careful, lieutenant. I might think you're working again." He grins. "I'll have to try harder to keep your attention if that's the case."

"Please do…" Your voice trails off as you take your first bite. "Oh, this really does taste fantastic." You both laugh when the mood breaks and happily enjoy the meal together.

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space-helen · 7 months

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Pancakes

Words: 520

Pairing: Captain Pike x Reader

A/N: first thing I’ve written fully in forever so yes it is short and it’s a bit clunky but I should be back to normal soon!

Request: could you write something spending a relaxing morning in bed with captain pike? maybe after a long shift they just stay in bed a little longer, basically just a lot of fluff 🥰 hope you’re doing alright!! ❤️ - @rebel-ezra

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You could feel the warmth of the covers and an arm wrapped comfortingly around you.

Snuggling into the warmth of the man beside you, you let out a content breath and squeezed your eyes tighter. Not wanting this feeling to end.

It was rare that the two of you got a lie in together on the ship. Usually your schedules wouldn’t entirely align and the two of you would usually be woken up by a blaring alarm.

But today? Today was a full day off for the two of you at the same time. You weren’t entirely sure which miracle had brought you this joint day off but you weren’t going to complain.

You felt the man move beside you as he snuggled in closer to you. For a brief moment you felt like you were about to let sleep take over once more but he nudged you gently with his head.

“Y/N.” he whispered so softly, mainly checking to see if you were anywhere near awake. Not wanting to wake you if you were asleep.

You moved your head very slightly in response and tried to pull your eyes open. He smiled at your response before moving to check the time. “It’s eleven am.”

This made your eyes open and you turned to face him fully “You’re kidding?”

He shook his head with a smile and propped himself up slightly on his arm to look at you better. “Nope. I’m surprised we slept that long.”

“We clearly needed it.” you smiled and rustled the covers. The man got comfy once more and you moved to lie on his chest. Wrapping his arm around you he drew patterns with his fingertips on your arm and placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“What's the plan for today?”

“Can we just hide in here?” you pleaded, not really wanting to face anyone on your day off. You loved them all, you really did, but you just wanted one day where you could hide and stay in your pyjamas.

He let out a small laugh “If that’s what you want then sure. I can cook us up something nice and we can just enjoy each other's company.”

You nodded against his chest “There’s nothing else I’d rather do.” the man hugged you to him and placed another kiss to your hair.

The two of you lay in silence again, listening to each other's breathing as he resumed running his fingertips along your arm.

The growling of your stomach had the man stop his movement “Let me make some pancakes.” he said, sitting up slowly as you did the same.

“You don’t have to we could just-”

He put his hand up. “I know but I’d rather do it by hand. My treat for the two of us.”

You smiled and watched as the man got out of bed. “As long as you let me help with something.”

“Fine, you can help.” he held his hand out towards you and you took it happily. Playfully pulling you towards him he placed a quick kiss to your lips with a smile.

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unknownfacelessfanfictions · 6 months

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Hi! I saw that your requests were open, so I was wondering when if you can do where the team meets Fem! Y/n who is mute and is La’an’s twin sister?

Two Parts of a Whole

Pairing: (familial) La'an Noonien-Singh x fem!mute!reader; Crew x fem!mute!reader Fandom: Star Trek Strange New World Words: 4.5K Warnings: Mentions of La'an's Gorn trauma, Spoilers towards season 1 A/N: Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope it's satisfactory because this is the first time I wrote something like that. To be honest, I'm not entirely satisfied with it, but it won't get better. And I'm sorry that it took so long

The promenade of the space station she was currently on was packed and she was grateful that she had been able to get an empty spot on one of the pillars near the airlock. Not only several freighters had arrived almost simultaneously, but also two Vulcan research ships and an Andorian battle cruiser of the Imperial Guard. She had only noticed them in passing, however, as her focus was on the huge Federation starship. The USS Enterprise, NCC - 1701, Constitution Class and the flagship of the fleet. She, however, only cared about, one person on this huge ship.

Searchingly, she bobbed up and down, heel to toe and back again, hands clasped behind her back. Apparently she seemed to be so conspicuous that people were worried, because she was approached by an Andorian woman, quite brusquely, asking if she needed help, but she had quickly waved her aside. She was doing fine, even better than that, after all, she would be able to see her sister for the first time in months.

Perhaps it was a little paranoid of her to worry after such a short time, but the meeting with the Gorn had also left its mark on her. Unlike the rest of her family, she had not been on the SS Puget Sound because she had contracted Bolian smallpox, which was highly contagious, on the space station where they had stopped. Accordingly, she and her aunt, who was also ill, had been left on the station, with the expectation of returning to collect them after two weeks. At that time, no one could have guessed that it wouldn't come like that.

Her world had collapsed that day and, believing she had lost her entire family, she had spent days crying and refusing to eat or drink. And she probably would have gone on with it, had it not been for her aunt, who had begged her that her family had not wanted it that way and that she should not leave her alone. So she had carried on with her life as best she could, but it had seemed hollow and empty to her. Her siblings, but especially her twin, had been her motivation, her joy of life. A life without them had become unimaginable for her.

But just when she had convinced herself that it might, just maybe, be possible to survive without her family, the news arrived. La'an had survived. Her sister was alive. At first she hadn't wanted to believe it, the fear of raising her hopes unnecessarily was too great. Even when they were standing at the airlock, she had vehemently refused to even consider the possibility that she might still be alive. It was only when La'an had thrown herself around her neck, crying, and she had realised that, yes, La'an was alive, that she had been unable to hold on any longer and had cried just as unrestrainedly as La'an.

For the next few months, the twins were inseparable. Neither could last more than a few minutes in a room without the other, and their aunt had caught them both lying close together in bed at night to feel each other's body heat. Over the years, the situation had improved, but she still felt an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach when they were apart for long periods of time. She had been all the happier when she had learned that their paths would cross on this space station.

She herself was only nearby because she had been assigned by Starfleet to look more closely into the culture of Jitrav IV, with which it had only recently made contact. Strictly speaking, she was not a member of Starfleet in the sense of travelling the galaxy, but more in the sense of gathering information and reporting it back. In the past, she might have enjoyed flying through the quadrant in starships and getting to know new civilisations, but after the disaster with the Gorn, she had developed a real phobia about starships.

So she had devoted herself to exploring alien cultures from the safe distance of her home on Earth, but her work had been so distinguished that Starfleet had taken notice and wanted to hire her on one of their ships. She had decided against it, but in the end had gotten a relatively good deal out of it: Although she had to travel by starship from time to time, she would spend longer periods on other planets to learn about their cultures and languages. She documented her research thoroughly and sent it to Starfleet, whereas they paid for all her expenses as long as they remained within reason.

But this fear had not stopped her from getting into the first shuttle to this space station when La'an had told her that the Enterprise would dock there. She had been standing at her spot since early morning so as not to miss her sister. A few minutes ago, the first stream of Starfleet officers had poured onto the Promenade and she had to do her best to calm down. She knew La'an. She would not disembark until she was truly one hundred percent sure that there were no further duties. Knowing that her sister would need some more time, she began to observe the crowd of officers.

Frowning, she realised that most of them were human. She had expected this, but she had also been convinced that there had to be more non-humans on board. She noticed two Tellarites, a handful of Bolians and she thought she caught a glimpse of a Vulcan in a blue uniform out of the corner of her eye.

After twenty minutes of waiting, she saw an Aenar in a red uniform who was accompanied by a young woman in an equally red uniform who was talking intensely to him. Although he seemed grumpy and annoyed and gave the impression that he was not listening, she could see from his antennae directed at the young woman and the fact that she had spent two years on Andoria among Andorians and Aenar that he was listening more than attentively to her. Smiling, she shook her head and turned her attention back to the airlock. What a strange combination.

All in all, it took almost three quarters of an hour until she finally spotted her sister's dark braids, which were tightly braided back, but by then she could no longer be stopped. The promenade had emptied out a little in the meantime, so it wasn't particularly difficult for her to make her way to La'an, who fortunately noticed her in time. The latter fortunately noticed her in time to put her bag down before she crashed into the security officers. " Oof-" La'an groaned, but chuckled softly in response and after a short time of stiffness also put her arms around her to press her twin sister against her.

For a while they held each other tightly, even if it earned them some strange looks from bystanders. When she broke away from La'an, she noticed that she had blushed a little, but she didn't care. You are late, she signed. La'an nodded and smiled a little stiffly. "I know. However, I wanted to make sure everything was ready myself before I went to disembark." The young woman raised an eyebrow. Besides, you had to keep your reputation. La'an rolled her eyes. "Maybe a little."

La'an picked up her bags and followed her. They had agreed in advance to share quarters, so she just followed her to her quarters. Since it was difficult to converse while walking if one had to sign, they walked side by side in comfortable silence without another word to the other. It didn't bother her, as she knew that she and La'an would have plenty of time to talk. At the moment, it was simply important to her that her sister was with her again. Halfway to the lift, however, a voice stopped them. "Lieutenant Singh!"

They turned and she saw two women running towards them, whom she didn't know, her sister by all appearances did. One was slightly taller, had chin-length white-blonde hair and had apparently been the one who had called out to La'an. The other was smaller, had short dark hair and a cheeky grin on her lips. La'an just raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" "We were going out for a drink. Care to join us?" The taller one added with a quick glance at her" That goes for your...girlfriend too of course?" La'an narrowed her eyes. "She is my sister. And no thanks. I'm busy."

However, the two of them seemed not to have caught the last sentence, as the anthropologist and linguist was now the focus. "I didn't know you had a sister, Lieutenant." The blonde propped a hand on her hip as La'an took a deep breath. "Now you know." The shorter one held out her hand, which she hesitantly accepted. "My name is Erica Ortegas, Erica will do. And this is Christine." The blonde waved, but before she could do anything, La'an had placed a hand on her shoulder and hastily introduced her. "She is pleased to make your acquaintance, however we would like some time alone." Christine frowned. "Why don't you let her speak for herself?"

La'an's eyes only narrowed more, whereas she merely smiled in amusement and opened her mouth. Erica and Christine looked at her expectantly, only to look even more surprised when she began to sign instead. I'm mute and La'an translates for me, so it's all okay. She nodded her thanks to Christine. But thank you for your concern. After giving La'an a prompting look, she translated what her sister had said through clenched teeth, clearly annoyed at having been stopped by her colleagues.

Christine smiled but at the same time turned red in the face. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean it." She just tilted her head and nudged La'an. "That's all right. However, I would like to spend some time with my sister now." Erica and Christine, who was obviously still embarrassed by the whole thing, nodded and said a quick goodbye and she gave her sister a reproving look. You could have been a little nicer. La'an didn't respond any further.

Once in their quarters, La'an just barely took off her shoes and threw the bags on the floor before she fell backwards onto her bed and groaned. Her sister smiled slightly and snapped her hand to get her attention, whereupon she opened her eyes languidly. That bad? La'an sighed and sat up. "Well, I wouldn't know how to describe two run-ins with the Gorn any other way." She flinched and if she hadn't needed her hands to sign, she would have reached for La'an's. How? That was all she could bring herself to say, so much were her hands shaking. She knew how much the incident with the Gorn weighed on La'an, even more than on her, and the thought that her sister had had to face those monsters again did not make her feel at all comfortable.

La'an's voice broke several times before she was able to reply. "There were four Gorn ships. On Memorial Day. We barely got away, but we lost several crew members." She swallowed, but when she was asked if she wanted to stop, she replied in the negative. "The second time, we were on a planet, Valeo Beta V, responding to a distress call from a ship that had landed there. There weren't many of us, just a handful, and Enterprise had to move on and..." La'an broke off and her sister, who was now sitting next to her, squeezed her hand. In a shaky voice, La'an continued. "We found two survivors, however one was infected and before we knew it we were dealing with three hatchlings. Cadet Chia and Lieutenant Duke died. We almost lost our chief engineer as well."

But only almost? La'an laughed shakily. "It was more luck than good sense, really. We found out that the Gorn reproduce via their poison and Hemmer, our engineer, was hit. It didn't look good and without Doctor M'Benga on site...." She broke off. Gently her sister patted her back. He's all right though, isn't he? He's alive. "He was willing to sacrifice himself." La'an's voice was no more than a whisper and she had trouble understanding her. "I was the only one in the room with him, I could have stopped him, but I didn't do anything. I was too scared. If it hadn't been for the captain..." She tried to make calming noises to reassure La'an, however this seemed to have the opposite effect as she jumped up.

"No! You don't understand! I was ready to let a colleague, a friend, die because I was too scared! Because if I had thought even for a moment that he was from bloody Andoria, it might have occurred to me that he had a lower body temperature and consequently the process of hatching would be slowed! My fear almost killed Hemmer! How can I be head of security if my fear doesn't allow me to think clearly to protect the people who are under my protection?!"

She was shocked to see tears in La'an's eyes, which she resolutely wiped away. It's not your fault. She stood up and went over to her sister. Do you hear me? It is not your fault. He's alive, that's all that matters. "But I-" She clapped her hands loudly and interrupted La'an. No. It's not your fault, she repeated. Her gaze softened and she stroked La'an's shoulder. You have experienced traumatic things. No one blames you for being afraid. Most would have hidden in your place. Not you. No feelings of guilt. Please. La'an smiled bitterly before hugging her sister. "Thank you."

It took a while for the sisters to let go, but when they did, La'an seemed a lot more relaxed than before. At least, as relaxed as she could be. You have an Andorian as chief engineer? La'an frowned. "What makes you think that?" You said Andoria. "He's Aenar. They run even colder than Andorians. Don't ask me why though, I'm not a doctor."

I know. She grinned cheekily at her and they both had to think back to the incident in their childhood where La'an had tried to treat her wound with baking paper that did not absorb liquids. La'an smiled slightly. "I was six." So was I. Knew better anyway. She frowned briefly. Think I saw your chief engineer. "Oh yeah?"

She nodded. About that tall? She raised her hand. Red uniform. Grumpy? La'an smiled. "Sounds like Hemmer. Was he in company?" She nodded. Woman, small, short hair, black, red uniform. Talked a lot. La'an chuckled softly. "And that would be Uhura. She's a cadet, but one of the best linguists around. And she's somehow managed to befriend the grump of the ship." I didn't know you guys were friends. "Haha."

But he looked okay. Not hurt. A little grumpy, but healthy. "If that's your attempt to tell me it's all okay, stop. It's not making it better." She gave a silent sigh. Fine. But you need distraction. And relaxation. Her mind wandered back to the conversation from before. Fancy a drink?

~**~

It was like pulling teeth to convince La'an to go to the bar, but in the end she won and, followed by a somewhat grim-looking La'an, went down to the promenade, which by now, due to the hour, had filled up again. Which one do you want? Take your pick. La'an sighed and finally pointed to a larger establishment that formed the centre of the promenade. "If we're going to drink, let's do it properly." Her sister grinned and together they entered the room.

It was already well filled, yet she was still able to grab a small booth for them while La'an went to the bar to return with two colourful drinks. "Well then," La'an sighed as she slid into her seat and raised her glass. "To a wonderful evening." Her facial expressions were far too exaggerated, yet she didn't care. Cheers, she signed back, before picking up her glass herself and clinking her glass against her sister's.

The glasses clinked softly, the sound drowning in the noise around them, and in sync the sisters downed the drink. But while La'an remained expressionless, she screwed up her face and hastily put the glass down. What is this!!! La'an smiled to herself, which caused her sister's expression to darken further. "A little bit of everything." She screwed up her face. I'm going to have the hangover of my life. "Probably." Thank you for your compassion.

La'an grinned, however that smile faded as she looked past her sister. "Oh God." She turned, following La'an's gaze until her own gaze lingered on a group of people in Starfleet uniform. There were four people, three men and one woman, if she was so free to take that in. One of the men seemed to be "leading" the group. He wore a yellow and gold top, had silver and grey hair and a cheeky grin on his lips as he talked incessantly to the woman, also dressed in yellow. The latter had tied her dark hair into a high plait and did not look very impressed, but had a narrow smile on her lips. The other two were dressed in different shades of blue. One was slightly shorter, had a beard and was giving her dad vibes, whereas the other was clearly a Vulcan, his arms behind his back and one eyebrow raised sceptically.

The first man seemed to notice them because his face lit up and he waved at La'an before turning to the others, whereupon the group of four came towards them. La'an narrowed her eyes. "Just what I needed." Her sister gently slapped her arm and gave her a reproving look before the group was already beside them. "Hi." The man smiled broadly at her and briefly she wondered if this man had ever considered becoming a model for dental advertising, so white did his teeth appear. "Would it be okay if we joined you, La'an." The woman interposed. "Unless of course you'd like some time alone, which would be perfectly understandable." At that she gave the man a stern look, under which he shrank but his smile did not.

La'an glanced briefly at her sister before, in the face of the hopeful smile, she sighed in surrender and slid up a little to make room for the four. As everyone looked at her more or less expectantly, she took over the introductions. "This is my sister. She is currently working on Jitrav IV as a xeno-anthropologist. This is Captain Christopher Pike, Commander Una Chin-Riley, Lieutenant Spock and Doctor Joseph M'Benga. We serve together." She grinned at La'an. Oh really, I would never have guessed. La'an just rolled her eyes, however, she seemed to have caught the interest of the others.

The Vulcan, Spock, raised his eyebrow. "You use sign language." Mockingly, she raised her eyebrow in turn. Oh do I? I hadn't noticed. La'an snorted into her drink and tried to suppress a laugh. "What did she say?" Pike looked at her as if she was the most intriguing thing he'd ever seen, which flustered and confused her in equal measure. It wasn't that special now. La'an cleared her throat. "That she is pleased to make your acquaintance." Indignantly, she slapped La'an's arm. I didn't say that! "Subtext," La'an added, which earned her a snort.

She then turned her gaze to Spock. I am mute. Sign language is therefore my only way of communicating with others. It has been done that way for centuries. La'an translated for her without twisting the words in her mouth this time. Well, hands. M'Benga cleared his throat. "I thought there were treatments by now." She shook her head. No long-term ones. Besides, the risks are too great. After that, the four of them left it at that and they returned to a more relaxed conversation. At least they tried to, since most of the conversation was really just Pike and her, La'an's translations excluded, and the occasional comment from M'Benga. Una spoke up from time to time, as did La'an, but Spock was silent almost the entire time.

After half an hour, their drinks were empty and Pike offered to get more, which everyone agreed to, but he came back with two more people in tow, though she had already seen them. "Look who I ran into. Thought it would be nice to add to the fellowship," Pike grinned as he placed the drinks on the table, pointing to the Aenar and the young woman standing behind him. While the Aenar, Hemmer if she remembered correctly, looked just as grumpy as before, the young woman, Uhura, smiled all over her face and instantly locked eyes with her.

"Hi, you're Lieutenant Singh's sister, aren't you? The Captain had mentioned it." She held out her hand. "I'm Cadet Uhura, but please call me Nyota. This is Hemmer and don't worry," she leaned down a little towards her, "He's only half as grumpy as he looks." Hemmer scoffed. "I'm blind, not deaf, Uhura. I heard you." Nyota blushed but didn't apologise and on closer inspection, she could see that Hemmer didn't really look mad. She smiled at them both and quickly introduced herself. To her surprise, La'an didn't even bother to translate, as Nyota seemed able to do so herself.

"Oh, that's a beautiful name." You know sign language? Apparently one could see the surprise on her face, because Pike laughed softly. "Uhura is quite talented with languages, you might say." For the first time in half an hour, Spock spoke up. "Cadet Uhura speaks over thirty-seven languages, so by human parameters, she is more than 'quite talented'." Her jaw dropped? Thirty-seven? You're too good for this ship. That elicited a laugh from Uhura and after they had all scooted up, the other two had also squeezed onto the bench, Hemmer a little more reluctantly than Uhura, which was why she was now squeezed between La'an and Pike. There were worse things.

In time, they were joined by Erica and Christine, who had a young man named Sam Kirk in tow, which was the moment they decided to move the whole thing to a larger table. Now seated between M'Benga and Hemmer, facing La'an and Uhura, she noted with relief that her sister seemed to be starting to warm up. She knew that La'an would have preferred to be alone with her, but they would have plenty of time for that and at the moment she simply enjoyed being among so many people, which was not really common in her job, with the constant changing of places.

However, after almost another half hour of the crew telling their stories in Starfleet, including the amusing part of the Gorn disaster where Hemmer and Uhura were shot off the ship (Uhura confessed, admittedly a little drunk, that Hemmer had looked like a meerkat. The latter had protested, but his antennae and dark cheeks had betrayed him), they turned their attention to her and her profession. Patiently she answered, with La'an's help, until Uhura asked a question that made her think of something. "How do you manage to do your job with people who don't speak SSL (standard sign language)?"

For a moment she paused and frowned. What do you mean? La'an quietly translated for the rest and Uhura shifted back and forth in her seat. "Well, you meant that you were getting to know the native inhabitants of the planets to study their culture and the intricacies of their languages more closely, but how-" -can I do that without speaking myself? Uhura nodded and she smiled at her. One moment.

She rummaged in her trouser pocket and pulled out ten rings, each of which was connected to another, smaller ring with thin steel bands. She slipped them over her fingers so that the larger ring sat on her knuckle and the smaller one just below her fingernail. She then rolled up her sleeves to reveal two bracelets, one on each wrist, which she tapped on for some time until they beeped briefly and began to glow blue.

I don't need to speak. I have these. She signed, but a tinny female voice spoke for her. The people around her stared at her with wide eyes and of course Spock was the first to catch himself to ask a question. "Why didn't you use that before." It isn't complete. She regarded him with narrowed eyebrows as the voice continued to translate for her. It's missing the sensors for the face, arms and torso that I usually wear. Sign language is not just language of the hands. Is complex.

She looked down at her hands. It's not exact and I have to sign very slowly and clearly for the right thing to come out. Besides, it's slow. Takes longer than living translator. Not a problem with speeches, awkward with conversations. With that, however, she seemed to have caught Hemmer's attention. "Sure the whole thing couldn't be calibrated more sensitively?" She shrugged. Don't have a clue about such things. Starfleet takes care of that sort of thing. However, this is just a prototype, better is to come soon. Apparently she had signed too quickly and uncleanly this time, because the voice didn't spit out "Starfleet" but "Stargazer". Annoyed, she frowned and deactivated the bracelet.

"I think it's cool," Nyota declared, smiling broadly, which earned her a slight smile as well. Quite a bit.

After that, the conversation turned back to more mundane things and no one talked about the bracelets, even though she sensed that Hemmer was tempted to get his hands on them. He did not say so, but his antennae twitched conspicuously in her direction. After two hours, however, La'an and she decided to leave. This was accompanied by a series of disappointed noises, but they did not let themselves be brought down. After promising Uhura to polish up her SSL and Hemmer that he could look at her speaking aid tomorrow, she and La'an wished everyone a good night before they left the bar.

In the lift, they leaned against the wall and La'an heaved a sigh. "This is not how I had imagined my evening to be, if I'm honest." But it was still nice, wasn't it? La'an pursed her mouth. "Tolerable." She grinned at La'an. I can live with that. She pinched her sister's cheek to keep her attention. I like them, all of them. They're nice. La'an shook her head with a smile. "Especially Uhura though, right?" It's always nicer to talk to people who understand you without you. The lift doors opened and La'an pulled her behind her. "Come on. You owe me another game of cards and this time you won't be able to wriggle out of it."

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river13245 · 3 months

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 3 months

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So.

When I ran my last pike thirst hours you put in the tags that you were thinking of #like Gym Trainer Pike? and girl

What if he volunteers to lead gym classes at the community centre you do admin work for

What if you had a bad experience one night locking up

What if he offers to teach you a private self-defence class?

I am JUST ASKING.

Elen I'm so so SO sorry that this took me so long to reply to but also yes i LOVE IT

"You don't have to keep doing this, you know."

You offer it guardedly as you shift your bag on your shoulder. You don't dare look at him—you can't fathom his expression. Christopher has been walking you to your car every night for the last two weeks. That creep hasn't shown his face since Christopher nearly broke his wrist for trying to follow you to your car, and you don't want Christopher to feel like he'll have to do this forever.

"I don't mind," Christopher insists. "Besides, you've been parking closer to the front, it's not as long a walk."

"If you say so." You come to a stop beside the door, shooting him a smile and offering, "Well, goodnight."

"Before you go—"

"Yes?"

"I was wondering..." He trails off, and you can see a small wrinkle forming between his brow. Oh—God. Is he going to ask you out? You'll say yes, of course—you've had the worst crush on him since he started teaching classes at the community center—but why does he look...Worried about asking you?

"Chris, whatever it is, you can just say it," You insist softly.

"I wanted to know—"

Yes, yes you'll go out with him—

"If you'd like some help with your self-defense technique."

Your mouth is half-open with a yes, but your brain is sort of...Stalled. He wants to help you with what?

"Uh..." You manage, "I...My technique is a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think? I mean, it's nonexistent."

He smiles. "For now, maybe. But if you like, we can change that. We could do it here," He nods over his shoulder, "After hours. Wouldn't interfere with programming or your schedule."

Well someone's thought this all through.

"You don't have to do that—As much as you don't have to do this," You wave between him and the door.

"I'd like to, if you'd be interested."

It's a sweet offer from a sweet man...And it's the smart thing to do. You nod a little.

"I'd appreciate that."

He smiles, bright and beautiful, and you know immediately that saying yes was the right decision—both for your safety, and the sight of his immediate joy...Though, maybe it's relief. If he feels like you can defend yourself, he won't have to shuttle you back and forth every night, or feel like he has to.

Anyway—it couldn't hurt.

"...I can't do that."

"Yes, you can."

"No, Chris, I can't—" You shake your head, waving your hand at his body. "I can't just toss you."

"At the right angle, with the right leverage, I promise you, you can. Here."

You watch him turn his back to you, and you bite the inside of your cheek, letting your eyes openly wander the way his shirt clings to his back, and his biceps—

"Come closer," He urges, snapping you out of your reverie. You step closer and find yourself glancing around, as if you're afraid someone will see you. It's a ridiculous concern. Everyone else has gone home for the night. You stop just a step away, stomach flipping as he takes hold of your hand, raising it to wrap around his shoulders.

"I'm going to show you the set up," He says, "And then you can try it."

You do your best to hone in on his voice, even as your body presses flush against his, his hands raising to wrap around your arm.

"Here's what you're going to do. Widen your stance." He shifts against you, "Keep your grip firm, and hinge," He leans forward, and you shriek as your feet lift off the ground. He chuckles, straightening up and easing you back onto the ground.

"It's that simple."

"Might be that simple because you know how to do it," You grumble.

"Just give it a try." Christoper steps around you, and you brace yourself as you feel the heat of him grow close again. "I'm going to put my arm around you, alright?"

"Alright."

You swallow thickly as he curls his arm around your shoulders. Can't the lesson just end right here?

"Put your hands on my arm—one near my elbow, one near my wrist...Good. Now, bend your legs, and throw the shoulder nearest to my elbow forward."

You hesitate before you crouch, lean...And nothing.

"...I feel like this isn't right," You grumbled. Christopher's soft laugh pushes against your ear as he leans away, guiding the two of you to straighten up.

"Alright," He gently shifts the two of you. "Try it again—faster. Bend your knees, lean forward, throw your shoulder."

There's no way that this is going to work—but you squeeze your eyes shut, and you try—and shriek again as Christopher practically flies over your shoulder, onto the mat.

"Oh my god!" You press your hands over your mouth as your eyes pop open, landing on where Christopher is flat on his back on the mat. But he's...Laughing? "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," He swears as he stands. "Let's do it again."

"Once wasn't enough?"

"The more we drill it, the more likely it is that the response will become second nature. Just—a few more times. And then we can throw it on the list to just review next time."

Next time. How many times are the two of you going to do this? But you let Christopher crowd up behind you again, loop his arm around your shoulders, and throw him.

By the time Christopher has run you through the remainder of the drills (breaking out of throat grabs, wrist locks, headlocks), you're sweaty and sore. And despite what he's taught you, Christopher still lingers, waiting for you to finish locking up the gym.

"Thank you again for all of your help," You tuck your hands into your pockets, slowly drifting with him toward your car. "This was...Informative."

"I hope so. If you have any other methods that you're curious about, let me know, we can give them a try next week." Next week. What's that going to be like? How many times are you going to do this? Is this all that you were going to ever do with Christopher? But you smile all the same, because in the end, if this is all the two of you do, he's still a sweetheart for offering you help without you asking him to.

"I'll keep an eye out." You stop beside your car. "Thank you."

"Sure. Get home safe."

"Yeah, you, too."

You nod, turning toward your car. You can hear Christopher's footsteps getting further away, and you scrounge up your courage, turning to face him.

"Christopher?"

He turns back to you expectantly, brows raised. You close the gap hurriedly, leaning in and pressing a quick peck to his cheek.

"Goodnight," You manage, and only just catch sight of the palpable surprise on his face. You don't make it far before Christopher catches hold of your hand, just enough to still you. You don't have the chance to turn to face him as he crowds close behind you again, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek and murmurs,

"Goodnight."

You let your eyes slide closed for a split second, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before you let go, walking back to your car. You get in, giving Christopher a quick wave as he drives off before you lean back in your car, letting out a short, excited scream.

#Elen Tag #Christopher Pike x Reader #Christopher Pike x You #Christopher Pike/Reader #Christopher Pike/You #Christopher Pike imagine #asks #replies

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mara-tevith-solo · 1 year

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Steady as she goes

Wrote this because the chokehold this man’s voice has on me is umph. The audiophile in me never stood a chance lol

Pairing: Captain Christopher Pike x fem Starfleet Professor reader

Warnings: Smut! softdom! Pike, some cursing, age gap, healthy relationship, some violence, a lot of fluff, wrap it before you tap it, only a power imbalance on paper, reader is a professor at Starfleet Academy and a Commander, drop the titles at the door sweetheart, starts right before 2009 Pike finds Kirk

Rating: 18+ this thing is passionate

words: 3.6k+

"Come here often, handsome?" You knew that it wasn't the most conventional way to announce your presence, especially when the man in question had his hands in the oven to grab something, but you couldn't resist. He looked just too irresistible to you.

Pike jumped as he straightened quickly, a loaf tin between his mitted hands as he just stared at you incredulously "Y/n, you're early." He couldn't be mad at you for very long, if ever, especially not when you were wearing that red dress, or that shade of lipstick that just happened to be his favorite. Add when you smiled like that to the list.

You could almost see the stars in his eyes as soon as you smiled, his own growing smile warm and a bit lovestruck "Well, I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible before your Recruit Run." You admitted as you closed just enough of the distance between you to put a bottle of wine on the counter before you went to go hang up your coat.

"I actually have some exciting news about that!" He called after you as he closed the oven door.

"Oh?" You were quick to rejoin him in the kitchen, eager to find something to help him with.

He'd already poured two glasses of the wine by the time you returned, sipping from one as he watched you with an eager glint to his gaze "Command wants you to go with me this time, figure a young pretty face will help encourage the more shy prospects."

"Oh, well if that's the case, I'll just come back later." You were teasing, elated by the news but wanting to play with him a little.

You turned to pretend to leave, but his arms were around your middle as soon as you did, peeling a shrieking little giggle from your throat "Oh no you don't!" He laughed as he lifted you off of your feet slightly, enjoying the way that you were clinging to his arms.

"Chris! Put me down!" You giggled wildly, even as he set your feet back down on the kitchen floor like you'd asked.

"You're not leaving," He chuckled directly into the shell of your ear, the timbre of his voice shooting straight to your core, making you press back against him without fully noticing your actions "you're my prisoner until after dinner." His voice lowered with your actions, noticing the shift immediately.

You shifted so that you could look up at him, shifting your hips against his, his hardened length making its presence well known against your ass "Only until after dinner?" You asked softly, eyes flitting between his and his lips.

His mimicked yours, wanting so badly to kiss you "You're more than welcome to stay." He murmured into the shrinking space between you. You were almost certain that he could feel your heart beating as clearly as you did as his nose caressed yours, drawing out the anticipation until you felt like you were going to pass out. It was only then did he give you what you so desired. You could, and would, swear on a massive stack of every religious text in the Universe, that his kisses were made of magic. They flooded you with desire, they relieved the stress of a long day teaching, they made the Universe feel brighter on a bad day. Same thing with his hugs, or his cooking, or his smile. Ok, so Christopher Pike himself was magic.

Your right hand came up to caress his cheek, deepening the kiss gently as his own hands began wondering your figure, trailing fire across your flesh until you were about ready to start begging. "Chris..." You moaned against his mouth softly, your eyes half lidded with desire as you gazed up at him.

He hummed softly as one of his hands trailed down to the apex of your thighs, devouring your lips like a man starved as he pressed in right where you needed him, tantalizing you with the pressure. "Tell me what you need, sweetheart." He ordered with a rumble as he pressed in just a little harder, watching as you moaned louder, rocking your hips in a bid for more. He moved with you, no matter how insistently you moved, smiling down in the face of your pout. "Use your words, honey." He chided playfully. You couldn't help but whine softly, the sound born of need and frustration as you ground your ass back into his clothed cock, trying to entice him into just giving you what you wanted. "Y/n..." His tone was a warning, warning you that he would stop if you didn't do as he asked.

You whined a needy keen as you finally conceded, trying to not pout up at him "I need you inside me, Chris. Please, baby." You begged with just the slightest hint of desperation.

He hummed again as he gave you more of what you wanted, pressing in harder against your clit, applying just enough pressure to make lightning color your veins with sparks of want "You're asking me so prettily, but you need to tell me how you want me inside of you." You barely noticed as he began slowly herding you towards the bedroom, to a much more comfortable setting for the both of you "Do you want me to fuck you on my fingers until you're a drooling mess? Or do you want me to fuck you until you can't walk?" He lowered his timbre again as he spoke, uttering filthy promises in your ear as you began practically leading him into his own bedroom, kicking your shoes off as soon as you crossed the threshold "So eager."

"For you." You agreed shamelessly as he pulled you into him, one of his hands low on your back while the other aimlessly fiddled with the zipper of your dress, just to tease you.

Your hands were fanned on his chest, feeling as much of him as possible all at once, his heartbeat, his every breath, his every movement as he slowly leaned down and captured your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that made your hair stand on end. You barely noticed his hands traveling down, down until they were pulling at your dress, rucking it up on your hips in handfuls until you could feel the air unobstructed on your bare pussy. His fingers sought out your underwear for a moment until he realized that you hadn't worn any, pulling away from your lips with wide eyes "Now, Miss Y/ln, I might be wrong but it appears that you've been a bit naughty."

You bit your lip with a flirty little giggle as you absently played with the collar of his button down shirt, already down two buttons and rolled up at the sleeves "I had a whole plan, I was gonna tease you with the knowledge of their absence at some point tonight."

With a lust-filled groan he was attacking your lips, his kisses firm and insistent, they would not be ignored or blown off in favor of chaste pecks. He wanted your passion, he wanted to taste it on your tongue. "You'll be the death of me." He vowed as he let your dress skirt drop before he began working on the zipper with intent.

"What an admirable way to go." You purred as his lips left yours, trailing down the column of your throat as he slowly eased your dress to the ground. He let you work at the buttons of his shirt as he nipped and kissed your neck like it was ambrosia, leaving not a single square inch of it untouched as your fingers stumbled and fumbled with the small mother of pearl buttons. He would have chuckled if his cock wasn't so painfully hard, eager to be buried in your silken heat to the hilt. He did take mercy on you though, pulling away just enough to skillfully divest himself of the uncooperative shirt before impressively popping the clasp of your bra in one quick motion. His pants were easy to remove, along with his underwear that allowed his cock freedom, the head an insistent red as it wept a small silvery pearl of liquid. "It would seem, Mister Pike, that I'm not the only eager one here."

No sooner had you said the words than he was picking you up by the thighs and gently throwing you down onto the bed with a squeal of laughter from your lips. He didn't give you any time to recover or get situated, instead diving straight into your pussy, lapping at it like it was to be his last meal. You fisted his hair and the sheet with a breathy moan, your back immediately arching as he fucked you with his tongue. He groaned as he ate you, content to stay there all night. His cock throbbed with want, reminding him that it would not be ignored, that it wanted you too. He was slow to pull himself away for your core, slowly crawling up the length of your body like a prowling cat, eyes fixed intently on yours. His hands were firm as they grabbed your thighs, pressing them down towards your ribs before he was thrusting into you, hilting in one fluid motion with the most erotic squelch you'd ever heard. "Ohhh," He rumbled as he didn't wait to set a maddening pace, watching himself thrusting in and out of you, watching as your pussy drooled around him "so pretty, take me so well." He praised, making your walls tighten in desire. He groaned and bucked under the pressure, making you moan his name like a prayer, his hands tightening on your thighs as he continued "Be a good girl, Y/n." The order was half hearted at best, as though he wanted you to do the exact opposite.

You smiled up at him as your hands gripped under your own knees "Or what?" You asked as your purposefully tightened around him.

He shuttered as his eyes rolled back into his head, a breathy moan passing his lips as he bucked hard for several thrusts until he was changing the position completely, flipping you to your left side, your leg hugged to his chest as he began fucking you harder, deeper "Or I'm going to fuck you til you're a babbling mess." He promised, already fulfilling it. With every thrust, your nerves were like live wires, painting stars in your eyes as you screamed with the pleasure he so willingly gave you. Over and over again, the head of his cock assaulted your cervix, his name and 'fuck' a pretty little prayer to his ears. "Cum for me, Y/n." He ordered as he felt you begin to tighten around him involuntarily, milking his cock and his waning resolve "Cum on my cock, precious." You came on his cock with a squealing cry, the already obscene squelching that accompanied every thrust sounding like it was coming straight from a twenty first century porno, your pussy like a vice around his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer "Once more, Princess." He upped his pace, chasing both his high and yours, hitting your cervix again and again in rapid succession as you babbled and begged under him, cumming again in no time at all as he chased you over the cliff.

"Uhhhhh, fuck yes!" You cried as he twitched and came inside of you, painting your walls with his cum. He stayed there for a moment until he was sure that he'd given you every last drop, not liking to waste a single bit, watching intently as he pulled his softening cock out of you, at the mixed cum that dribbled out after. He was gentle as he let your leg go, knowing that your hips sometimes had issues if they were in a position for too long, and cleaned up while you went and cleaned up as well. He knew not getting a UTI was on the top of your sex priorities list, and he admired that you endeavored to be as healthy as possible.

You immediately settled into his side when you rejoined him on the bed, cuddling into him as he covered you both with a blanket to fight the chill "Excited for the trip?" He chuckled as his fingertips trailed up and down your spine lazily, your ear over his heart.

"Mhmm," You hummed contentedly before shifting to look up at him "I'll need to go home and pack though."

He nodded in understanding as he glanced down at you with a warm smile "I'll take you home after dinner, and then I'll pick you up at oh six hundred tomorrow morning."

You giggled softly "I honestly forgot all about dinner." the admission was soft as it left your tongue.

He joined your laughter before suddenly getting up, pulling you with him "No skipping meals in this house! C'mon, I made your favorite."

You pulled him down for a kiss as he began rummaging through his closet for something for you to wear in the interim, your lips sweet as honey on his as he kissed you just as sweetly in return "You're the sweetest, Christopher Pike." You praised him as you took the shirt he was offering, the grey material almost sinfully soft as it settled over your skin.

His eyes devoured the visage of you in his clothing hungrily, making you giggle and dance out of his react before he could start round two, watching him get a pair of pajama pants on from the doorway "It's our three year anniversary, sweetheart. I wasn't going to let it pass with just dinner and a movie. It has to be special."

"Chris," You felt like crying at how sweet he could be just for you "I love you."

His smile was beaming as his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin tenderly "I love you too. Now c'mon, before it get's cold."

*three weeks later in some bar in Iowa*

The thing that you enjoyed the most about Chris, was how you could be yourself with him, anywhere, in any situation. You didn't need to change who you were based on the situation and setting with him around. You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he'd support and back you whenever the need arose. And he didn't try to possess you. He knew you were with him because you wanted to be, that he was with you because he wanted to be, that you were more than capable of handling your own battles, though he was always ready to support and defend you if the need arose. He'd watched you put an extremely persistent, extremely large, Peléian Cadet in his place, very literally, the previous year. But there was something to that Recruit with the goatee that he found personally disconcerting. Sure, he respected that the man kept a keen eye on the female Recruits, and you, he just really didn't like how the man did it.

He found him to be nosy and dominating, inserting himself where he wasn't needed or wanted more often than not. Pike would be the first to admit that the women under his charge were all capable in their own rights, and you were certainly helping them grow and become even more confident on the road. So, the younger man acting like all of you were damsels in distress just ruffled his old feathers wrong. So, when the man began ceaselessly hovering around you as you spoke to a Recruit at the bar, he just knew that he had to pull the man aside and finally set some ground rules. "Recruit, I'd like a word." His voice was firm as he spoke, catching a blip of your conversation about how to pick courses the first year, and your eye, for the briefest moment before he was practically dragging the man away from the two of you.

"I thought he'd never leave." The woman in front of you sighed, her shoulders deflating as her tensions released, though she still swirled her drink in her hand from residual discomfort.

You smiled reassuringly as you took a sip of your own drink, something fruity that you didn't really pay much attention to the name of, just that it had enough alcohol to take the edge off your mounting headache from the man "The Captain will get him sorted. If he's not too stubborn. I've seen the Captain wrestle a twelve hundred pound animal that decided to randomly throw a tantrum, a two hundred twenty pound man shouldn't be too hard." You had tried to keep your tone professional, if not implying that you were at most friends with Pike, but she'd caught something in your tone, something that spoke to the true nature of your relationship. You noticed the change in her demeanor immediately, the brightening, as though she was about to ambush you with a whole host of questions, though the two men returning distracted the both of you.

It didn't take long for the man to find trouble, he and several others taking issue with a local who was trying his hand at flirting with Recruit Uhura of all people. She was the most capable of the group, and she was having no trouble with the local. Not like the four men were having. You stood as you barely caught sight of Chris's back in the other room of the bar, checking on the Recruits there and completely missing the tensions that were brewing. The goateed Recruit threw the first punch, attacking the drunk man with no semblance of self restraint as the local gave as good as he got until the others began joining the fight. You were fully willing to wait it out a bit more if the others hadn't stepped in, let the goateed man get a well deserved lesson, instead forced to intervene quickly as they ganged up on the man "That is enough!" You yelled, grabbing one of the men by the collar of his jacket and hauling him away from the fight. He didn't dare utter a peep as you glared him down, utterly disappointed in the lot of them before you went fishing for another "That's ENOUGH!" Your yell was more chesty as your hands clamped onto the smallest man of the quartet, his fist instinctively smashing into your mouth right as Chris was whistling loudly.

A hush fell over the bar as he called everyone's attention to him, his eyes glacial as they passed over every uniformed body in sight until they stopped on you. Your lip was fat and bruised where the Recruit had hit you, feeling hot against the air, blood sharp on your tongue. You watched as his eyes ignited with rage as they affixed on the man you still had ahold of, before they were back on the move "All of you, out." He ordered sternly, leaving no room for argument or refusal.

"You can whistle really loud." The drunk local who was draped over a table groaned with wonder as you waited until the Recruits had filed past the Captain before making your way out behind them.

His hand was gentle as it grabbed yours, stopping you in your tracks in front of him as his hand moved up to gently thumb your lip "Looks worse than it feels." You promised in a whisper as he continued to inspect the wound.

"I'll still help you treat it at the hotel." He promised with a deep frown. "I'm going to stay behind here for a bit, see if the towny needs any medical attention."

You nodded, wanting nothing more than one of his kisses, or even just a hug, but refraining because of the audience "I'll take the Recruits to the hotel and come back for you." You left without another word from the both of you, silent as you marched into the bus outside. You still said nothing as you drove it to the hotel, and no one said a word to you.

Later that night, you made your way into his room, the door adjoining the two rooms having been wide open the entire evening. He'd wanted to press the issue of seeing to your lip as soon as the front doors closed around you, but you had needed a few minutes to yourself, to ease the darker parts of yourself so that you weren't wasting what time you got with him stewing. He was upright in bed as soon as you came through the door, watching your every move as he turned off the tv "C'mere." He coaxed gently as soon as your eyes met his. One word was all it took for you to relax, sliding into the bed next to him. He was gentle as he handled your nearly healed lip, taking into account the scab that made a dark band over the warm pink "Looks good." He rumbled with an apologetic half smile. He felt guilty for not being right there when it happened, for not taking control of the situation immediately, of not getting through to the goateed Recruit better. As soon as he'd heard you yell, he could have sworn his stomach dropped to the floor as he rushed back to you.

You noticed the shift immediately, snuggling into his side as you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek "Thank you, Chris."

"Nothing to thank me for." He halfheartedly argued as he laid the both of you down, coaxing you to place your head on his chest. He didn't care if his shirt got wet from your hair, it was just a shirt. It'd dry. Why he cared about was that you were ok. You wanted to argue with him, but knew it was fruitless when he was in that mood, knowing he'd be a stubborn mule about taking the blame. So you left it, letting his heartbeat lull you into a deep sleep.

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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White Christmas

12 Days of Christmas: Day 7

Plot: While staying with Chris for the holiday, you get your first white Christmas.

Pairing: Christopher Pike x Gn!Reader

Words: ~700; very short I know, sorry!

As you walked around Chris's kitchen, you felt your stomach grumble at the smell of the food cooking. You had come back to Chris's home on Earth for the Christmas leave. And you had decided to invite the others over for a pre-Christmas dinner, before they all did their own things for the vacation leave.

Spock, Una, La'an, Hemmer, M'Benga, Uhura, and Erica were all on their way. You and Chris danced around the kitchen together as you prepared the tables and food for their arrival. You had even gotten them each a gift for them to open after dinner.

As you finished setting the table, your eyes glanced up to the window, and you felt excitement jolt through you. As you ran over to the window, you caught Chris's attention.

"Are they here already?" He asked as he watched you.

"No, it's snowing!"

Chris smiled as he walked over to look out the window as well. "Yep, right on time" Looking over at you, he saw your excitement and he chuckled "Now, I know you've seen snow before."

You smiled "Yeah I have, but I've never had a white Christmas before. Do you think it will last?"

Chris nodded "Once it starts snowing out here, it often stays until Spring." You looked over at him and smiled brightly.

He smiled at your excitement and gently placing his hand on the back of your head. Pulling you closer, he pressed a kiss to your temple.

Looking at the clock, he smiled down at you "Wanna take a quick walk?"

You nodded gleefully before you quickly made your way to grab your coats. Chris smiled fondly at you as he took off his apron and followed.

As you made it outside, the snow began drifting quickly down from the sky. The sun was slowly being hidden by the heavy snow and clouds.

"It's already piling up!" You looked around at the ground, seeing the dirt and dead grass slowly being covered with a blanket of white.

Walking across the property with Chris, checking on the horses, and looking at the slowly freezing creak nearby. You stopped to stare out at the trees as the whole area started to look more like a winter wonderland.

"Catch!" You heard Chris yell, as you spun around.

As a small snowball smashed against your chest, you let out a startled gasp, followed by a laugh .

"Hey!" You yelled as you quickly reached down to scoop up some snow.

Throwing your own snowball at Chris, he quickly dodged it "Uh-oh." He joked as you began grabbing more.

As he started running up to you, you quickly threw another snowball, hitting him in the chest before he got to you.

Grabbing you, he held down your arms "Cease fire!" He yelled jokingly before you both stumbled backwards.

Falling to the ground with a yelp, you both began laughing.

Chris was lying over you, looking down at you "I know better than to start a war with you" He said with a chuckle.

You grinned up at him "As you should."

He smiled brightly as he gently began wiping away the flakes of snow landing on your face. He smiled adoringly down at you for a moment before he spoke.

"I'm glad you came here with me."

Your smile brightened "Me too."

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your lips, ignoring the cold that began soaking into your skin. Pulling away, he gently caressed your cheek with his gloved hand.

"This is our first Christmas together."

You smiled and nodded "Hopefully the first of many."

He smiled before pressing another quick kiss to your lips.

Hearing the distant roar of a shuttle approaching, both of you looked up, seeing one soaring over head towards the house. Chris looked down at you as you both remembered the dinner.

"Oh sh-" Jumping up, Chris grabbed your hands and pulled you up.

As you both began to race back towards the house, feet sinking into the deepening snow, you let out a laugh you couldn't contain.

You saw Chris grin from ahead of you as his hand stayed wrapped around yours.

xx End xx

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ozarkthedog · 2 years

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summary — Chris makes a replica of his chair so you can finally ride him in it.

warnings — Capt. Christopher Pike x F!Reader. smut. thigh riding. dick riding. dirty talk. slight power play. degradation. slight threat of someone joining. soft!Chris. basically pure filth.

word count — 1.5k

author’s note — finished SNW and my trekkie heart is in love. never did i think i’d be writing Star Trek smut but alas, here i am. i have no shame. 🙃

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

“Chris! What?! How?!” You exclaim with confused excitement. Your jaw opens and closes like a fish out of water.

What looked like a spitting image of his Captain’s chair was placed next to his bed.

There’s no way he took it off the bridge. Or did he?

You run your fingers over the supple leather and feel the warmth that radiates under the tips. The buttons and knobs are all in the same spot. The chrome plating is sparkling and so shiny you can see your reflection.

“I had it made.” Chris explains, wrapping his arms around you.

His chest is broad against your back, “I figured it was the best course of action. I really didn’t want to have to explain to the crew why the Captain’s chair suddenly disappeared.’’

You yelp in surprise when he nips at the column of your neck. His tongue swipes away the sting as he suckles lightly on the tiny teeth shaped indents.

“What’dya say? Wanna take it for a ride?” He asks after sliding his lips from your skin.

Your belly tumbles in anticipation of finally having your fantasy come true. You’d had constant daydreams after you witnessed him in command one day.

The authority. The confidence. Those thighs.

The smutty images of climbing into his lap and riding him until you both were writhing messes drove you mad. Every time you rode him, you’d picture him in that godforsaken chair.

His hands stretch the expanse of your torso, dragging you back to reality and forcing your ass to grind against the large bulge that steadily grows.

Your cunt clenches as he cups you through your leggings and presses into the damp, covered seam of you.

“Already wet. Why am I not surprised?” Chris mocks and grinds his aching cock harder against your ass. Deft fingers circle your tiny clothed nub eliciting wicked gasps and spine tingling pleasure to course through you.

His breath is hot in your ear. “Gonna make good use of this chair, aren’t we? You gonna ride my cock like a good girl? Get every inch of my cock wet?”

You tremble in his hold. Pathetic whimpers bounce off the walls of his quarters as you dumbly nod and barely mumble a “yes” in response. You’re already so cock drunk and he hasn’t even taken it out yet.

A harsh slap to your ass shocks you from your stupor and you stumble forward into the chair as it breaks your fall. You turn back to face the rugged man and watch him slowly unbuckle his pants easing the pressure on his cock.

“Take off your clothes.” He orders as he fists his length through the black trousers.

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” You ask, timidly as your eyes travel up the towering, massive man as he stands self-assured with a smug grin.

He flashes his pearly whites like a wolf playing with its prey. “But I’m the Captain. I can’t sit in the chair without my uniform on now can I?”

You anxiously laugh at his condescending tone and the slick that drips between your thighs.

Chris was a stickler for rules. He was after all called the “Boy Scout”.

He makes a dismissing wave with his hand, signaling for you to move before he sat down with a sigh. Chris sinks into the chair and spreads his thighs obscenely wide.

Hungry, power drunk eyes drag up the length of your naked body making you quiver with nervous energy. He gets off on this just as much as you do.

“Now, why don’t you climb on up and put yourself to use.” He pats his right thigh, making the dense chord of muscle bounce.

You swallow hard at the debauched image. Your silver haired Captain sitting high and mighty with his trousers unbuttoned, framing his massive cock so perfectly that you feel faint.

Silently, you say a prayer to the cosmos to make it out alive before beginning your descent.

Your hands find purchase on his yellow donned shoulders and you kneel precariously on either side of his thighs which makes the tendons in your own scream from the stretch.

Chris smooths his hands up the sides of your hips when he notices your features wince. “I think this position will feel better.”

Swiftly, he moves one of your knees to the center of the chair and with a strong arm forces your cunt down onto this leg. You yelp in surprise but it’s cut off with a moan as he easily moves your hips back and forth, grinding your sticky cunt against his thigh.

“See. Told you.” Chris jabs with a raised brow and tilt of his head. “Eyes on me.”

Your fingers dig into his shoulders as your pleasure races. Your eyes flutter open slowly and meet a crystal clear ocean that looms with a storm.

“Thatta girl.” Chris purrs. His thumbs dig into your flesh as your soaked warmth suffocates his strong thigh.

Your clit glides over the smooth material as he drags you back and forth along the tendon. Slick seeps from your cunt and stains his trousers with a shiny gloss when you feel the muscle beneath you go rigid.

A wicked gasp tears from your lips at the sensation. He’s clenching his thigh. That smug fucker.

His eyes crinkle with teasing delight as he watches your orgasm get closer with every grind. “You’re close. I can tell. Go on, be good. Just let go.”

Your body shakes under his hold. Your cunt throbs as fast as your racing heart when the sparks begin to ignite. With a hoarse shout and toe curling bliss, you come all over his thigh.

Warmth encompasses you as Chris pulls you in for a feverish kiss. His lips smooth over yours as he deepens the affection and lightly traces his tongue along your bottom lip.

Chris shifts but keeps his lips locked on yours as he presses the blunt tip of his cock against your soddened folds.

You break the kiss with a whimper as your tight core stretches to accommodate his girth. You always struggled to take his cock in this position but he always tries to ease your discomfort with raspy praise and precision touches to your clit.

“There you go, open up for me, Sweet Girl.” Chris coos.

Your body shudders at the intense feeling of being so full. The bulbous head nestles against your cervix making Chris hiss now that you’re finally seated on his length.

Your velvet walls swirl around him as you drag yourself along his cock, rising and falling in a slow, steady motion until your nerves beg for another orgasm.

Chris senses the change. He unlocks his arms from around your waist and leans back in the chair. He’s almost tempted to put his hands behind his head and really enjoy himself.

“Go on. Bounce for your Captain.” He commands with bright, feral eyes.

Sweat beads his brow when your cunt locks around his length and milks him as your hips rise up only to drive back down with a hearty thwack.

His eyes travel your body and over your curves before landing on your cunt. It’s puffy, dripping gooey slick, and spread so wide by his cock. A thick ring of cream gathers at the base and soaks his auburn curls.

He relishes your heated cries and soft mewls as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“You’re drippin’ down my balls, Sweet Girl. Makin’ such a mess.” He murmurs into your chest. He laves at your skin and suckles harshly on your pert nips eliciting painful, angelic melodies from your lips.

“Maybe I should call Spock to come over. Show him how filthy my girl can be.” He halfheartedly threatens but grins when you clench and a copious amount of arousal floods his cock.

Your heart jumps into your throat at the idea of Spock watching you like this. You’d always had a bit of a crush on the Vulcan after working with him for years. Chris got you to admit it after a bottle of wine one night and from then on used it to fuel your flames whenever he could.

He roughly grasps your hips and fucks up into your soaked heat, forcing his fat cock deeper. His leaky crown grazes your cervix with cruel kisses and forces you to the blissful edge before you could stop him.

Your nails scratch his covered shoulders as you tumble down the peak and scream out your release coating his girth in a glistening sheen of slick.

Chris chases his pleasure after watching you unfurl, bucking against your hips with his powerful thighs. His sack tightens and he adds to the sticky, gluey mess with a feral growl holding you close to his chest overcome with the need to possess.

Chris’s chest rumbles with satisfaction as he feels your body tremble from the intense aftershocks. You stay curled together until your heartbeats slow to a steady rhythm and sleep tugs at your senses.

“Was that everything you were hoping for?” He asks softly while smoothing a warm hand along your spine.

You purr in response and clench your worn cunt for added measure making him groan.

He stands suddenly, catching you off guard and you scramble to wrap your arms securely around his shoulders.

“Well, that was round one,” He walks effortlessly with you in his hold towards the showers. “We gotta get clean so we can get dirty again.”

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