Bobby and Rogue are married and want to have a baby, but things don't turn out quite the way they planned.

It's hard for Kris to not notice, in the beginning.

Yet another beauty [info]st_xi_kink is responsible for. The prompt is: Kirk turned tricks when he was younger, so when it becomes apparent that some seducing is needed, he volunteers. Spock is uneasy in the beginning and tries to reason with Kirk. And we all know how that goes.

Written for the Star Trek XI Kink Meme prompt found here: "Vulcans' hands are erogenous zones, data PADDs are not ergonomic even a little bit, and Spock is a workaholic. Conclusion: carpal tunnel. Achey, cracking joints, swollen wrists, general misery! Someone massages his hands to make him feel better!"

Even other glittery aliens are attracted to Adam

This is not your typical SGC mission. No, not even for SG-1.

Two indecent exposure citations, one best friend, one amazing sex partner, one unexpected mentor, and a Starfleet-funded study of intercultural sexual norms. Sounds like a normal academic year for Gaila.

"They can see us," Abed says calmly. As if he's just figuring it out.

“Can't kriffing believe he sent a Naboo to kriffing Tatooine,” Owen says, too loud, but—they're in the middle of the wilderness. There's no one who’s going to hear him except the Force, and if it does hear him, he hopes it turns around and beats some light-bedamned sense into Obi-Wan Kenobi’s skull. In his lap, fully entranced by the corner of the blanket Owen has him bundled in, Luke coos, beams, and flips his tail. The fancy, flowing, colorful fins slap Owen’s thigh, and he sighs, tugs the bottom of the wrap down to hide as much as he can.

The Jedi do the utmost to support the clone troopers who fight alongside them. Even the ones who like to cause problems on purpose. (In which Sergeant No of the 91st Mobile Reconnaissance Corps has a funky alien gender and tests Commander Neyo's patience.)