Star Trek

do you know? "

"Oh come on Bones, it's just a flower; look how cute it is."

"Put it down! Its spores can make you allergic—who? Who's there?"

The little squirrel raised his head, his two little paws closed together, his round eyes rolled around; usually he does this when he's nervous, Prince Spock told him so about the scene when they first met.They were two young men, a grumpy hazel-green-eyed man and a smiling blue-eyed man.

The humans noticed the existence of the uninvited guest, and one frowned and looked at Chekov as if he could guess his purpose; while the other bent down and reached out to him, handing him the little flower just now: "Hello, brat."

Chekov's attention is not very focused, and he is easily attracted by other interesting things; so he held the beautiful little flower and chattered for a while, and finally remembered his purpose: "Gentlemen, please help me, help our prince, Gentlemen, please."

Mr. Blue Eyes blinked his eyes bluer than the forest sky: "What happened?"

66. 【Spirk/Synny】Wake me up with a kiss

Prince Sylar was the only one left in the room, and he sent Keenser away, telling all the guards and servants to stay away from the prince's room for now.

He locked the door, drew the curtains (why? he didn't know), and took out the firefly lamp that Keenser had collected for a long time: they lived in a large circular receptacle that gradually became transparent as it dried.So Prince Sylar has a one-stop beautiful firefly lamp, which is very bright and can change the shadow cast by the halo as he likes—it depends on the mood of the little bugs flying.

He hung the tori of the firefly lights on a coat hanger so that it would illuminate the house to the fullest.Then Sylar slashed and undid the huge fancy bow, and the unsealed box unfolded automatically as the ties were scattered (a small card marked the name of this "gift": Danny Valdessechi). Sylar stood on the bed, and pulled the movable hanger closer, the buzzing light illuminated the depths of the box, he looked inside, and the sleeping human curled up into a crescent shape.

He has golden brown hair that shines like straw, skin that's as warm as cream; if it's not different from what Sylar wants, then when he opens his eyes, he will have blue eyes like blue sky and topaz— And Sylar hopes that on the wedding day, he can find a gem in the kingdom that can be the same color as his eyes as a wedding ring.

Prince Sylar is strong and strong, and picking up his mail-order bride will be no problem.The human being in the shape of a crescent moon did not move in his arms, and even his breathing was extremely shallow. Sylar positioned him on his velvet pillow, legs flat, hands folded in front of his chest, and he noticed that the human hands were surrounded by a wreath of goose-yellow garlands (which is why he His hands did not hang down naturally due to Sylar's movements), these little flowers are trembling now, as if they are afraid of the prince, but also looking forward to his embrace.

Sylar stared at his bride in the dim glow of fireflies, and Sleeping Beauty remained unresponsive.

How should he wake him up?

box.He suddenly remembered that there might be an instruction manual in the box.The prince bent down and groped in the big box for a while, but he didn't find any paper, but there was a piece—is that a leaf?

Sylar picked up the leaf, which seemed to have patterns other than meridians.He held it up to a firefly lamp, and gradually emerged a few thin lines of twigs and berries (they even smelled of berries):

/If you want to wake up your destinations

Maybe a little stare of affectionateness

Alittle stroke of blandness

And…alittlekiss/

A... kiss to wake Sleeping Beauty?

Prince Sylar frowned, and stretched out his hand to brush away the golden strands of human hair hanging from his forehead.His skin is warm and soft, and Sylar realizes he craves the warmth and the touch, he's uncannily wanting to touch—touch—touch.

"...What? Doctor? Please say it again? I'm sure I must have misheard just now."

Chekov jumped up and down again anxiously.Now Spock was laid flat on the ground by the green-eyed doctor who called himself McCoy, with little flowers and grass swaying gently in the breeze around him; spring, it was a good spring - if the prince wasn't still comatose at this moment.

"Hey, little guy, calm down. You heard me right, yes, he needs a kiss of fate. He can only wake up if his destiny gives him a kiss." The doctor frowned, "I Know it's a little... oh great sovereign. But, yes, he needs a kiss."

"Doctor, but, doctor," the little squirrel waited for his companion after a long time, not sure whether it was the right decision to hand over the king's beloved son to a stranger he had never seen before, "where can I find the man who is destined?" ?”

"I don't know." McCoy ran through his hair irritably. "Where the hell is he going to find his fate? I know there must be a lot of girls who want to kiss the sharp-eared prince of their dreams but—"

"...Bones." The blue-eyed Mr. who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke softly, his eyes flashed like stars, "Let me try, Bones."

"Jimbo, are you crazy? You—you want to kiss His Royal Highness?" McCoy glared at the younger one.And Chekov swore that he didn't hear the slightest respect for His Royal Highness from his tone - even if he used the adjective "noble".

"Yeah." Mr. Blue Eyes (his name was Kirk, as Sulu later told Chekov) first pursed his lips into a thin straight line, and then curved them slightly; a smile appeared on the corner of his lips , "I—I can't tell, maybe you won't believe it. But, from the first moment I saw him, I felt like—as if there was something connecting us."

McCoy raised an eyebrow dramatically, looking at his friend disapprovingly.

The little squirrel looked back and forth between the two of them, he was anxious and helpless.Oh, he misses Sulu - his raccoon friend is always omnipotent.

"It'll be fine, Bonesy." Kirk blinked. "It was just a kiss. Could it be magical?"

He sidestepped the doctor and made a pleasant rustling sound on the grass. Chekov's round black eyes stared at him intently, not noticing when Sulu had returned to him - they watched Mr. Blue Eyes walk towards His Royal Highness together.

Sylar knelt on the edge of the bed with his right knee, bending over.

Kirk leaned forward with his hands on the ground.

His fingertips were pressed against his cheeks, and the comfortable temperature trembled from the small fulcrum of contact, causing crackling sparks to be conveyed to the connection leading to each other, and there was a pleasant humming in the depths of the brain.Where no one could see, the transparent wind swirled round and round between them.

His scorching breath rushed towards him like a sea wave, and the distance between the wet lips shortened inch by inch, like a feather gently scratching the tip of his heart, and the heart beat into a cheerful dance——

boom.bang bang.

bang bang.

boom.

bring it on.A voice told him.bring it on.Meet your destiny.

He finally kisses his lips.At that moment, it seemed that something was different—it was happening, layers upon layers bloomed alternately, and then crushed something that had been silent for a long time, and a gentle wind gently lingered around them, and from the soul to each other At the moment of touch, a deeper tremor burst out——

He opened his eyes from a long, sinking dream.

END

-Daddy, wasthatamagicalkissbetweenyouandpapa

-Idonotknow,sweetheart.Buttheencounter—thathasalwaysbeenamiracle.

67. [Spirk] Vulcan (small) bride

Kirk tapped his fingers restlessly on the window as the car drove towards its destination.He usually does this when he feels unwell, as a subconscious form of self-preservation.It was already dark outside, and the wind-powered street lights went far away. He rested his head on the glass, feeling the long-lost shock.

No matter how smooth the road is, the car will never drive completely smoothly, which is impossible for ion damped aircraft; sometimes too quiet will lose the fun.Where they're going has his favorite cocktails, which dictates that he can't fly, and McCoy's aircraft is still in the repair shop, which is why