Dylan O'Brien is forever my precious baby
Chris Pine needs to get out of my life.
Ryan Ross is my perfect boyfriend.
Is this the reality you wanted
A K/S Reboot fic
Summary: After twenty-nine years of life, Spock still isn’t quite sure how to define the word home. Space Husbands drabble.
About 300 words
A/N: This is my first try at space husbands and I KEEP GETTING MY SPOCK HEADCANNONS IN THE WAY OF ACTUALLY WRiTING HIM IN CHARACTER. I’m sorry this is kind of bad but also kind of cute if I do say so myself.
After twenty-nine years of life, Spock still isn’t quite sure how to define the word home.
He supposes at one point in time, before his daily tormentors, that Vulcan felt like home, but cannot ever recall feeling wistful for the unfriendly walls and doors of the grand House of Surak. Why he feels so bereft now that Vulcan is no longer mystifies him.
Certainly the Enterprise is more welcoming. He has fond memories he’s made with people he genuinely cares for and who care for him.
The bridge team see him as an equal even outside of work, a proper friend meant to care for simply because he exists, rather than why. This is something he’s never quite experienced before.
He is content in these places.
But it isn’t until Jim arrives for alpha shift, tired looking eyes from the long day before and still flashing Spock (and only Spock, he notes) with that brilliant Jim Kirk smile that it dawns on him.
Home, he decides, is wherever Jim is.