This is Shirasade‘s fic and vid recs collection, starting 2015. (Unfortunately my recs from 2005 onwards were hosted on Delicious and went bust with the site, although I found an unsorted bookmarks list from 2010.)
Because I moved from Delicous to Tumblr and now WordPress, the older posts don’t look quite so pretty.
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Letty went out to the garage, sneaking up toward the door, not totally sure why she felt the need to sneak, but doing it anyway. The door was open only a sliver; she couldn’t see anything at all, just the light from the bare bulb overhead, a section of the wall with the trophies. Then she saw the back of Dom’s head, but it was…weird. Like he was doing something physical. Not just standing there talking.
Kissing. That’s how his head and neck moved, like he was kissing someone. When he shifted she could see Brian on the other side, his hands on Dom’s chest. And Dom was kissing him and laughing.
“That was a different situation. I was in complete control of what I was doing.” When Jim raises an eyebrow—somehow, he’ll make Spock lose control?—Spock repeats tightly, “I could not guarantee my actions.”
He tries not to think about the tiny apartment around him and how it might become his home instead. It’s much too cold, the air too thick, the amenities painfully behind what he’s used to. But at least he’ll have Jim, so it will be bearable.
Later he would try to remember exactly what happened that afternoon, after he promised Qui-Gon absolute forgiveness. He should have memorized every detail about that moment, because it was the passage of one life into another, a banquet after long fasting, the satiation of a hunger he had not recognized, before.