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Dancing to a Similar Song by OutWanderingSpace
Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Next Generation
28 Apr 2025
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Data had stayed close to her on the short journey, but she didn’t feel threatened. Not like she did with some men. Most men. No, she didn’t feel threatened, but she did feel a sudden rush of embarrassment and awkwardness when the two of them stepped over the threshold of her quarters and she was hit by the memory of what the two of them had done together during Data’s first foray into her private space.
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Tasha is violently reminded of her years on Turkana IV, Data is a good friend, and they realize that their pasts may be more similar than they initially thought.
Bookmarked by bonithica
20 Jan 2026
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Captain Jyn Kirk and her first officer, Ms. Spock, find themselves trapped on an alien world due to a hitherto undiscovered form of ionic radiation interference.
Which has an unexpected effect on her half-Vulcan crew-member's physiology.
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Bookmarked by bonithica
21 Dec 2025
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i feel like *i* just had a one night stand by reading this fic 💔 11/10
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Spock decides to start utilizing emojis during intraship messaging in an attempt to better communicate with human colleagues.
Reactions are mixed, but Kirk wholly approves of the results.
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Bookmarked by bonithica
15 Dec 2025
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France drags a finger across his forehead, brushing aside his messy, haybale bangs. “Are you awake?” he whispers. After a moment, England mutters something unintelligible, his words muffled by cotton. “Would you mind doing me a small favour?”
England cracks open a drowsy eye. “...You want me to attend to your adoring public?”
“Mm-hm.” France curls an arm around his bare waist. “It is important for me to get my beauty rest.”
“They’re your birds,” England murmurs.
“I can make it worth your while.” Leaning in, France kisses his neck. It would be very nice to stay like this for a long time, floating gracefully in oblivion, right on the shores of sleep and lust. His lids flutter shut, but then a thumb and forefinger find his nose and pinch it. France blinks.
“You’re daft,” England says with a smirk, “if you think that will work on me.”
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- Part 1 of Grey Paradise
Bookmarked by bonithica
07 Nov 2025
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England peeks at his nemesis-come-lover. Lying on his belly, France is guzzling the prized alcohol, his back arching upwards like a cat. Upon draining the cup, he gasps and leans heavily on his free hand, the languid pose emphasising the reddish-gold tan blooming across his bare shoulders and ass.
“Put your clothes back on, at least,” England says.
France pauses, his lazy dark lashes blinking open slowly. “How can you already be in such a terrible mood?” he sighs. “We are on a private beach.”
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- Part 2 of Grey Paradise
Bookmarked by bonithica
07 Nov 2025