Archive of Our Own

Bio

In the quiet hum of morning light,
the stars still whisper through the night.
A captain’s mug, a Vulcan’s stare,
steam rising like a signal flare.

Each sip ignites the warp core’s glow,
from sickbay’s hum to impulse flow.
Dark roast swirling through the void,
by caffeine’s power, worlds employed.

McCoy grumbles, Spock just nods—
Jim smiles, defying odds.
For every mission, near or far,
begins with coffee and the stars. ☕✨