Why do I bother doing memes when I break the rules?
Stolen from iroh-fancier
1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of fifteen words or less (fuck that shit) for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. Sulu
2. Spock
3. McCoy
4. Uhura
5. Gaila
6. Scotty
7. Pike
8. Kirk
9. Chekov
10. Spock Prime
First Time, 4 and 6 (Uhura/Scotty)
The first time he said ‘I love you’, she thought he was talking to the ship. He made sure she knew who he was talking to the next time.
Angst, 7 (Pike)
Strapped to cold metal, the thing in him squirming and sending white-hot pain; he wanted to cry.
AU, 1 and 8 (Kirk and Sulu)
Jim constantly told him fencing would do no good against these undead motherfuckers; Hikaru proved him wrong every time.
Threesome, 3, 6 and 9 (Bones/Scotty/Chekov- oh hell, I think that might work. XD)
“While all this talk of warp theory and beaming and particles and whatever-else-it-is-you-two-are-babbling-about-this-time might count as pillow talk for a physicist, it sure as hell ain’t what I want to talk about after that.”
Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Gaila/Spock Prime)
His heart was scarred thanks to years of solitude after losing that special someone- what was the Vulcan term… thyne no… t’hy- t’hy’- t’hy’la!- but Gaila found that by trying to ease the much older Vulcan’s emotional pain, she felt better herself. He would never love her like he had his t’hy’la, but she was okay with that; she was just happy to be with someone who didn’t want her just for the sex.
Crack fic, 1 (Sulu)
“Pavel! You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone about the thong incident!”
Horror, 10 (Spock Prime)
He watched Romulus be consumed by hungry flames; he watched Vulcan collapse upon itself. Both times, he could feel the planet- the inhabitants- die, ripping his mind and heart apart. It was the subject of his now constant night terrors.
Baby fic, 5 and 9 (Gaila and Chekov)
Gaila found herself both surprised and jealous at how good Pavel was with babies. Two seconds after passing the wailing, pale green child to the Russian, little Moria ceased her crying and cooed gently in the ensign’s arms. She smiled fondly as Chekov quietly sang to the baby as though she were his own.
Dark, 2 and 8 (Spock and Kirk)
The blade pressed into the soft flesh of his neck as his body was pressed tightly between wall and sinewy muscle. Jim tried his best to glare coldly at this alternate Spock- this reflection of Spock- but the Vulcan kept his strong hold on him, knife puncturing the skin enough to stain the tip red.
“Drop the act, Captain. In this universe, you hold no sway over me.”
Death fic, 2 and 3 (Spock and McCoy)
Badump… badump… ba… dum… ba… Nothing. He was dead. He was dead. The realization hit him hard; his heart sank.
Dead.
Gone.
Forever.
Now he was angry; better to be angry than to cry. That Vulcan son-of-a-bitch had the nerve to die before him- to die in his arms. The gaping wound in his side, the green blood coating them both, were mocking him. You couldn’t save him, couldn’t keep him alive, Doctor, they taunted.
He would not cry.
He would not cry.
He would not…
Dammit all.
1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of fifteen words or less (fuck that shit) for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. Sulu
2. Spock
3. McCoy
4. Uhura
5. Gaila
6. Scotty
7. Pike
8. Kirk
9. Chekov
10. Spock Prime
First Time, 4 and 6 (Uhura/Scotty)
The first time he said ‘I love you’, she thought he was talking to the ship. He made sure she knew who he was talking to the next time.
Angst, 7 (Pike)
Strapped to cold metal, the thing in him squirming and sending white-hot pain; he wanted to cry.
AU, 1 and 8 (Kirk and Sulu)
Jim constantly told him fencing would do no good against these undead motherfuckers; Hikaru proved him wrong every time.
Threesome, 3, 6 and 9 (Bones/Scotty/Chekov- oh hell, I think that might work. XD)
“While all this talk of warp theory and beaming and particles and whatever-else-it-is-you-two-are-babbling-about-this-time might count as pillow talk for a physicist, it sure as hell ain’t what I want to talk about after that.”
Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Gaila/Spock Prime)
His heart was scarred thanks to years of solitude after losing that special someone- what was the Vulcan term… thyne no… t’hy- t’hy’- t’hy’la!- but Gaila found that by trying to ease the much older Vulcan’s emotional pain, she felt better herself. He would never love her like he had his t’hy’la, but she was okay with that; she was just happy to be with someone who didn’t want her just for the sex.
Crack fic, 1 (Sulu)
“Pavel! You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone about the thong incident!”
Horror, 10 (Spock Prime)
He watched Romulus be consumed by hungry flames; he watched Vulcan collapse upon itself. Both times, he could feel the planet- the inhabitants- die, ripping his mind and heart apart. It was the subject of his now constant night terrors.
Baby fic, 5 and 9 (Gaila and Chekov)
Gaila found herself both surprised and jealous at how good Pavel was with babies. Two seconds after passing the wailing, pale green child to the Russian, little Moria ceased her crying and cooed gently in the ensign’s arms. She smiled fondly as Chekov quietly sang to the baby as though she were his own.
Dark, 2 and 8 (Spock and Kirk)
The blade pressed into the soft flesh of his neck as his body was pressed tightly between wall and sinewy muscle. Jim tried his best to glare coldly at this alternate Spock- this reflection of Spock- but the Vulcan kept his strong hold on him, knife puncturing the skin enough to stain the tip red.
“Drop the act, Captain. In this universe, you hold no sway over me.”
Death fic, 2 and 3 (Spock and McCoy)
Badump… badump… ba… dum… ba… Nothing. He was dead. He was dead. The realization hit him hard; his heart sank.
Dead.
Gone.
Forever.
Now he was angry; better to be angry than to cry. That Vulcan son-of-a-bitch had the nerve to die before him- to die in his arms. The gaping wound in his side, the green blood coating them both, were mocking him. You couldn’t save him, couldn’t keep him alive, Doctor, they taunted.
He would not cry.
He would not cry.
He would not…
Dammit all.