melora’s tattoo shop

Written for @ficwip‘s Be Kind Rewind event!

Subevent: Fandom Smash-Up

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Project Hail Mary (2026), The Fall Guy (2024) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ryland Grace & Colt Seavers, Jody Moreno/Colt Seavers Characters: Colt Seavers, Jody Moreno Additional Tags: Ryland Grace and Colt Seavers Are Twins, Colt Seavers Needs a Hug, Angst, Loss, Post-Hail Mary Launch (Project Hail Mary), Grief/Mourning, On Set, Mental Breakdown, Glasses, Little bit of hurt/comfort, POV Colt Seavers, Alternate Universe Summary:

There was no equivalent to losing a twin. No equivalent to knowing the one person who had always been there no longer was. To looking in the mirror and knowing that face was no longer shared with anyone.

He'd often heard people speaking of a fear of forgetting the face of a loved one they'd lost. Colt fucking wished he could.

Written for @ficwip‘s Be Kind Rewind event!

Subevent: Tiny Ship Fleet

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Saavik/Gillian Taylor Characters: Saavik (Star Trek), Gillian Taylor Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Saavik is a Captain (Star Trek), Starship Titan (Star Trek), Title From a Hadestown Song, Nervousness, Neck Kissing, Comfort, Forehead Kisses, Cheek Kisses, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, that's all this really is, Canon Compliant, technically bc we never find out what happens to these two past tvh, Early Mornings, Pet Names, James T. Kirk and Spock are Saavik's Parents, Banter, Vulcan Bond (Star Trek) Series: Part 1 of Titan Summary:

"I am Captain Saavik of the Starship Titan," she whispered, looking her reflection in the eye. The words still felt foreign on her tongue. It was only logical, she had yet to say them in any official capacity— they would be words she'd say often soon enough.

"Hey there, Captain."

She turned to see Gillian leaned against the door frame, attempting to hold back a soft smile. She was still in her pajamas, her favorite fluffy pink robe tied over top. Her hair was messy from sleep, sticking up at odd angles. It was a sight she would never tire of.

"Hello, ashayam," Saavik greeted. "I did not mean to wake you."