A gift for my mootie @logical1officer. His wifey Ripley 🤤 You are thirstier for her than anyone else on this hellsite (based)
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You Are my Lucky Star.
logical1officer
Notes:
Do not like, do not read. 🖖
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter 1
[…] The xenomorph approached Ripley from behind, in an animalistic movement so swift she could not notice him. He was right next to her, so close that his nostrils filled with the scent of pines and sandalwood. If he had extended his fingers, he could have touched the soft skin of her neck, exposed by the messy bun with which she had tied her hair.
She turned around, her chocolate orbs fixating on him. “Oh.” She was not scared, but… Excited. “Oh.”
She let out a breath she did not know she was holding as he carded his fingers through her hair. As she undressed, the xenomorph could see the already healed scar running horizontally across her chest. […]
tribblejerky on Chapter 1
AMAZING!!!! I can’t wait for an update
logical1officer on Chapter 1
Thank you. I will upload the next chapter in 4 days, 46 hours and 21 minutes.
tribblejerky on Chapter 1
Yyayayayy yippee!!!!!
loldukat on Chapter 1
Another Ripley/Alien fic from my favourite author? Yes please!!!!
logical1officer on Chapter 1
I appreciate your support.
pon-farrt on Chapter 1
why do u always include the chest scar thing? where does that come from? is it a headcanon?
old-borg-yaoi on Chapter 1
It’s definitely a kink. I see you author ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) should probably tag it though
logical1officer on Chapter 1
It is tagged. “Ellen Ripley has a chest scar” is a canonical tag. It is not a ‘kink’.
pon-farrt on Chapter 1
It’s only canonical bc u won’t stop writing about it lol
logical1officer on Chapter 1
Cease flaming.
threerandomwords on Chapter 1
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His shift was coming to an end, but Kirk wasn’t all that excited about it. The shift would end, he would have dinner with Bones, if he was available, and he would retire to his quarters by himself for the rest of the evening until morning, or until something else required his attention.
It didn’t use to be like that. Until a few months ago, he and Spock used to meet almost daily for a game of chess in the rec room, or in either of their quarters. This often was the highlight of his day. Over time, Spock had opened up to him, and their casual conversations became more central to their meetings than the chess, which had become relegated to the role of an excuse. Then, for no reason Kirk could discern, their meetings became weekly, then biweekly. He only knew what Spock had told him – that he was busy with some important task.
He should have talked to Spock as soon as he noticed he was growing distant. Now it had been so long that it would be strange to bring it up, so he kept quiet. Being friends with the captain wasn’t a part of Spock’s job, as long as it didn’t impede on their duties. But he missed him.
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mootieeee <3
this fanart reminded me of you lol
anyways I was wondering about the chest scar lore?
Specify.
well I mean
why the chest scar? hahaha
I have not yet written that story.
why? Everyone’s so curious
I cannot do it properly.
I have tried, and failed.
can you tell me tho
i wont tell anyone :) pinky promise
That is illogical.
Involving your pinky finger in the process does not make your word any more trustworthy.
:c
But I trust your word already, so I will tell you.
In this fanfiction, the alien goes through a mating period every 7 years.
If he does not mate, he will die.
oh it’s *horny*
classical fuck or die
i fw that
...
The xenomorph tries to hide his condition from Ripley.
But Jonesy tells her.
huh??
When Ripley finds out, she does not judge him for that which he cannot control.
She takes him to his birth planet so he can find a mate, but he does not succeed.
By this point, the xenomorph is so affected by the mating drive that he attacks her.
That is when Ripley receives the scar.
and then they fuck
Indeed.
hot
can’t wait to read it
After his shift was over, Spock excused himself from the bridge. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind him, he turned on his PADD and opened an AO3U tab. He quickly read through the comments on the work he had posted right before heading to his post earlier that day.
He noticed his username had been tagged in a Warpblr post. It was becoming a common occurrence, now that his writing was gaining traction.
It all had started when he was invited to the Rec Room 4 movie night 8 months ago. He had refused the previous invitations, but Lieutenant Uhura insisted, and so he found himself watching the first film of the Alien franchise.
It was awkward for every other human in the room to have chosen such a culturally insensitive movie for the first night their Vulcan crewmate had joined them. Surely he understood, right? The movie was released in 1979, many years before First Contact. Humanity did not really think aliens were like that, not anymore.
Spock did not notice any of this, though. He was too immersed in what was, to him, a mirror of the worst he had in him. His mind wandered to his pon farr, to the kal-if-fee, the animalistic urge of reproduction above all else. That was exactly what the xenomorph was doing. He simply didn’t have anyone to help him. Spock did.
Spock had Jim.
In various senses of the word.
The story could have been very different if there had been a way for the alien and Ripley to communicate. They could have found a solution that avoided senseless death.
A week later, he was still thinking about the story. It would come to him in sleep, in meditation, in brief flashes when he was on the bridge. It was distracting. So distracting that the only logical course of action was to put his version of the story on writing, so that it would free his mind.
There was a risk in storing this writing in his personal PADD. PADDs were property of Starfleet, which meant they could change hands often and without consequence. After discarding physical paper for privacy reasons, he found out about Archive Of Our Observable Universe, or AO3U, and decided it seemed like a good place. It was an archive. Nobody would look for his writing if nobody knew it existed. It would be safe.
And then the floodgates opened.
Spock clicked on the Warpblr notification. It was a fanart of Ripley, with her white shirt ripped to shreds and a scar across her chest. It had become ‘his thing’. After a while, he noticed that more people had started using it in their own fanworks, and it had become widely accepted as ‘fanon’.
He only had time to like the post before an alarm and a blinking red light urged him to the bridge.
🖼️blorboenjoyer
It is rare for a yapper such as James T Kirk to be left speechless. His years in space had surprised him over and over again, and he had come to expect the unexpected. If something that should have been impossible happened before his eyes, he didn’t lose precious time by insisting on its impossibility; instead, he adapted his understanding of the universe and looked for a plan that was consistent with it.
This was different.
This was impossible.
He knew that he shouldn’t have snooped around Spock’s things, that it was his fault and no one else’s. That whatever he would find was his responsibility only.
It’s just that he didn’t expect to see someone refer to a fictional woman as Spock’s “wifey”. And he was thirsty for her. Thirsty. This wasn’t a character he liked; this was a character that would quench his thirst.
For the first time, Jim understood the meaning of ‘infohazard’. Spock was straight.
He was having a hard time believing it. Spock, being into women? He tried to imagine Spock kissing a woman, or even… Jim’s mind went blank. There was something very wrong about that scenario, but he can’t pinpoint exactly why. How was it possible that he could accept Spock being gay, but his entire body cringed at the idea of him being straight?
Was he becoming heterophobic?
He was, of course, disappointed. He really had thought there was something going on between the two of them. He had more chemistry with Spock than with anyone else. So much of his best flirting, wasted. Maybe Spock hadn’t even noticed. Or maybe he had, and that’s why he was avoiding Jim.
He took a deep breath in, then exhaled. Everything would be okay. He didn’t have to take him to bed, they could just be friends. They had always been friends. He just had to… find a new way of socialising with him. It posed an interesting challenge: how do straight men socialise?
5 times Jim Kirk attempts to socialise with S’chn T’gai Spock like the straight, macho men they are, and 1 time Spock took the reins
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How to get reported to HR
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1.
Spock could tell that Jim’s mind, wherever it was, wasn’t in the game. It was their first game in two weeks, but that was not enough time for Jim to have forgotten how to play. The only logical explanation was that something else was busying his mind.
He didn’t mention it at first. They were used to having many kinds of conversations during their games of 3D chess and, even though Kirk was silent in that moment, it was likely that he would bring up the topic himself.
After a while, they were interrupted by the door chime. Yeoman Rand came in.
“Sorry for the intrusion, gentlemen, I was just looking for…” Her eyes scanned the room, then her focused expression relaxed as she saw her PADD on the table. “This! I had misplaced it. Good luck with your game.”
As soon as the door closed behind her, Jim made eye contact with Spock and stated, in a deadpan tone:
“Women, am I right?”
Spock sent him to Sickbay.
2.
It was odd for the captain to feel enthusiastic about shore leave. Usually, Spock and doctor McCoy had to fight tooth and nail to get him to part from his beloved starship for two or three days. However, it was different that time. It was a warm planet, filled to the brim of plant life, and the attraction it was most commonly known for was its wonderful lakes, spanning as far as the eye can see. Despite the abundant bodies of water, the atmosphere was not too humid, and that’s why Spock had accepted to accompany Jim to the surface for a weekend, sacrificing his precious fanfiction writing time.
He wondered what Jim was planning for them. He recited the teaching of Surak to himself so that he could prevent the excitement that would otherwise overcome him.
He only realised his precautions were unwarranted once Jim led him to a small boat equipped with long, flimsy sticks.
“What is this, Captain?”
“Well, Mr. Spock, we are going fishing!”
“Vulcans are vegetarian.”
“Don’t worry! We’ll release them!”
At least Jim looked excited about it, so Spock reluctantly accepts.
Two hours passed. Spock was dizzy from the movement of the boat, and Jim had mosquito bites in places he would have never expected. Neither of them had caught a single fish. They thought it would remain like that – until something in the water started pulling at Jim’s fishing rod.
Whatever it was, it was big, and Spock had to hurry to his aid. They battled the alien fish until it outsmarted them, suddenly turning in the opposite direction. Jim lost his balance, and the already dizzy Spock did not have it in him to react in time and catch him before Jim plunged head-first into the water.
They beamed up thirty-eight hours early, and one of them left a puddle on the transporter pad.
3.
There is a person behind every captain. That is to say, even though Kirk knew when the situation called for seriousness, he also knew when to relax and joke around.
In this case, he was clearly joking… Right? Spock couldn’t deny how unexpected it had been to hear the question:
“Team tits or ass?”
But he looked somewhat serious. The question was not rhetorical – he was expecting a reply.
Spock thought about that one time Kirk’s pants ripped, back on Excalbia, the volcanic planet. He thought about his kal-if-fee, when Spock cut his top open with the blade of his lirpa. He also recalled the ridiculous but efficient butt attacks with which Kirk often incapacitated his enemies in fights. The half-naked videocalls. The tight red gym pants.
“Captain,” he finally stated. “I find myself unable to choose.”
4.
Kirk’s plan to become friends with Spock wasn’t going exactly as intended, but at the very least he had managed to completely turn off the flirting. That didn’t mean it was easy. He had grown used to it during the course of the five-year mission, and he often felt the impulse to say something romantic, or even risqué, to Spock.
If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that Spock was trying to get him to flirt. This was one of those times.
“Captain, you almost make me believe in luck.”
Jim didn’t even have a chance. He didn’t have time to think of a different reply, or bite his tongue, or fake a cough. Instead, it was as if the spirit of Don Juan had possessed him and spoken on his behalf.
“Why, Mr. Spock, you almost make me believe in miracles.”
By then, there was only one way to fix it. He had to draw upon the ancient ritual words:
“No homo.”
5.
Kirk invited Spock to his quarters to watch the Andorian-Tellarite football match.
Spock had thought this was one of those peculiar Terran euphemisms. He had turned up in his best robe, a dark shade of purple matching the eyeshadow he only used on special occasions. He preferred to avoid having a smell at all, but that day he used a few drops of his best perfume. He arrived at the door to Jim’s quarters as the most stunning non-Orion humanoid in the Alpha quadrant.
When Kirk opened the door, and Spock saw the actual football game on the screen, he turned around and left without a word.
Plus one.
🦖idontwanttoboldlyhoe reblogged logical1officer
🖖logical1officer
Humans are illogical :l #rant
🍆LocalQuarkWhore
No way you of all people are vagueposting. What happened?
🖖logical1officer
Until recently, I was making progress with the person I am interested in. Now he does not seem to notice my advances.
🍆LocalQuarkWhore
Tell him directly?
🖖logical1officer
No.
🖼️blorboenjoyer
come on mootie!! you know humans. he wont know if you dont tell him
🥟bisastercaptain
Does he have a chest scar tho? lol
🖖logical1officer
He does. I fail to see how that is relevant.
🦖idontwanttoboldlyhoe
NO FUCKING WAY. Guys 100% chance his Ripley IS this guy. YOU HAVE TO TELL HIM!!!!!
You Are my Lucky Star.
logical1officer
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter 19: Epilogue.
[…] The xenomorph barged through the door to Ripley’s quarters as soon as she unlocked it. It was clear she had not expected to see him there. Things had been awkward between them for a while now, but maybe it was the perfect opportunity to reconnect. She waited until the alien started talking.
“I must tell you something.” The air felt denser. Time seemed to pass very slowly, which was illogical, as there were no chroniton particles in the area. Ellen was patient with him, her loving eyes encouraging him to speak. The alien gathered all his strength and spoke again. “I am in love with you.”
Ripley was a kind person, the kindest he had ever met, which is why the xenomorph never would have expected that her first reaction was laughter – pure, unstoppable laughter. He was on the verge of displaying a strong emotional reaction when she clarified, still barely able to hold back her amusement: “Me too! I love you too. It’s just that… There has been a huge misunderstanding.”
With those words, she launched herself at him and stole a kiss from his lips. When they parted, her smile was as radiant as a supernova.
Notes:
Thank you for your support. 🖖
stackobookswlegs on Chapter 19
Great job <3 love u
logical1officer on Chapter 19
Thank you, ashayam.
bisastercaptain on Chapter 19
Does this mean what I think it means??
logical1officer on Chapter 19
It is likely, but I do not know with certainty what you think it means.
bisastercaptain on Chapter 19
O.O so happy for you bestie!!!
stackobookswlegs on Chapter 19
It does! Thank you, and thanks to everyone else who encouraged him to tell me 😘
blorboenjoyer on Chapter 19
you better be good to him. or else >:( for real tho, congratulations
loldukat on Chapter 19
I was going to say that your characterization is all over the place, but looking at these comments I think I understand what happened… Congratulations :) lovely fic
logical1officer on Chapter 19
Thank you. Your critique is correct. I will make sure to avoid this problem in the future.
mlsucks on Chapter 19
cONGRATS OMG
logical1officer on Chapter 19
Thank you.
LocalQuarkWhore on Chapter 19
No way I just changed someone’s life by reblogging a vaguepost? (*/ω＼*)
logical1officer on Chapter 19
You did. We are grateful.