Fic: I am My Beloved’s, and My Beloved is Mine - ST AOS

Title: I am My Beloved’s, and My Beloved is Mine
Fandom: Star Trek: AOS
Relationships: Christine Chapel/Leonard McCoy/Spock
Rating: Explicit
Length: 5,285
Contains: PWP, sex pollen, spoilers for TOS
Summary: There’s a Tribble in Sick Bay that makes for a very unusual day at work.

Author’s Note: Hovering over the Hebrew will provide an English translation. Beta by sangueuk, with help for the pop-up html from xela_fic. This was inspired by a random comment by seashadows during a st_respect Ship Olympics party post. This proves that my brain is indeed random as fuck since this stuck with me for so long, and since I actually got my shit together to write this before everything else that needs to be written. 

Also, after 6 years of St:AOS fandom how am I putting the first Chapel/McCoy/Spock fanwork on AO3? Shame on you fandom for not living up to IDIC! ;D



 

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Meme

Stolen from thalialunacy. 

1. Go to page 7 (or 77) of your current WIP.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy the next 7 sentences or paragraphs and post them as they’re written.

Lol, this is totally random.

“Yes, M’am,” Fidelia said from where she was standing quietly beside the buffett. She curtsied and left the room.

“You may go no further than the back meadow, and I expect you home by mid afternoon,” Father said.

“Yes, Sir, we understand,” Stefan said eagerly, grinning across to Damon. They hurried through their breakfast and raced out to the stable.

“Young Masters! I hear we have a fine outing planned for today,” James said, tightening the buckle on the strap holding Damon’s holstered rifle on the side of his saddle. “We’re escaping to the meadow and away from our lessons,” Stefan said, reaching up to pat Blaze’s noze.

James laughed, his dark face crinkling with a smile, and pulled the step stool over to Stefan’s horse. “Climb up, then, and let’s go.” They swung up onto their horses and James mounted his.

“I bet I can beat you to the meadow,” Damon said, and heeled Blaze and took off.

“No, you can’t!” Stefan shouted from behind, and then the pounding of hooves started up.