aos spirk is like the soulmate au where they really, reALLY don’t want to be soulmates. they’re too young, they’re not ready, they haven’t had the right experiences to turn them into perfect halves of a whole, but here they fucking are and fate keeps throwing time travelers from other centuries at them to tie their fates together.
and it’s inescapable, and it feels like an endless boxing match in close combat, where they don’t even LIKE each other, but for some fucking reason there’s a piece of each of their souls lodged in the other
but time and space passes while their fates are locked together, and they mellow to each other. they mature into grown men, seasoned officers, whose sharp edges that used to grate on each other have softened into something fond and familiar. they depended on each other from the beginning, but they grow to… like each other. they pause long enough in each other’s company to enjoy that strange synergy between them, that way when they relax enough it’s like they know each other’s thoughts (and oh there are times when Spock wants that so much it’s distracting, my thoughts to your thoughts)
and somewhere in the vastness of space, Jim learns that his home will always be the next star, and Spock learns that his home was never going to be a place, but a choice: a decision to follow one person wherever he leads.
at his side. as if he’s always been there and always will.
