ST KINK MEME RODEO ROUND-UP
Either too short or too crappy to warrant their own posts.
Pairing: Kirk/Spock (one-sided)
Rating: PG-13
Kink: "Jim is in love with his best friend, and, for whatever reason, that other person does not, can not, and will not love him back. No happy ending, please, anons. Make me cry."
You know you have to be careful, so careful. You know, more than anyone now, how deeply he feels things, how vulnerable he is, now at all times more than he's ever been.
But you also know everything else, now. The bridge of another Enterprise, both of you completing the other's thoughts. Working together like two sides of one mind. The quiet beginnings of it all, slow and sweet and dark in the captain's quarters of another universe. You know how you brought him back from everything: madness, and disease, and despair, and even death, that incomprehensible Kobayashi Maru. You know how the two of you are missing the other halves of yourselves.
So you tell him. Clearly, and logically, like you know he needs it, alone in your ready room one night.
He's silent afterward.
"Captain," he says at last. "Jim. I -- know, and respect, how closely you must have connected with my counterpart. But what you speak of happened in a wholly different place. A place, I am afraid, to which I myself cannot connect."
You take a deep breath. "I know," you say. "Believe me, Spock, I do. But." You close your eyes and let the images, the emotions, flutter past again. "But, please. Can't you try? Just once. If you knew --"
When you falter, he looks at you with a tenderness that ripples through every cell in your body.
"Meld with me," you whisper at last. "Please."
For a brief second, you can almost believe he is considering it.
"I ... cannot." His voice is soft. "I am in love with Nyota, Jim. Regardless of how my life might have progressed... that, now, is the truth."
You can only look at him, trying to keep your heart from splintering.
"I am sorry," he says very quietly. "Good night."
Only what you have expected, you tell yourself, as you watch him leave. Only how it must be, here. Some things, you tell yourself, cannot conquer all. Sometimes, the things you've lost can't be found again.
You tell yourself this over and over as you bury your face in your hands. I have been, Spock whispers in your mind. I have been and always shall be.
Always shall be, always shall be.
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Rating: PG
Kink: "SULU AND CHEKOV DECIDE TO GROW THEIR HAIR OUT AND SEE WHO IS MORE ADORABLE. "
"Deal?" said Chekov with a mischievous grin.
"Deal," Sulu told him, and they shook on it.
For the first couple of weeks after the bet, of course, it was easy. Sulu enjoyed not having to check how close his hair was getting to his collar every few days, and Chekov looked pretty much the same.
Then they hit the one-month mark.
"Lieutenant," Chekov said one day, nodding to him in the corridor, and the tiny bounce of his curls against his forehead actually made Sulu stop in his tracks. Chekov grinned as he kept walking.
A few days later, Chekov showed up at Sulu's quarters to borrow his gamelink controller again, right when Sulu was waking up from a nap.
"What? Oh, sure," he said to Chekov, brushing his bangs out of his face as he fumbled around in a drawer. "Here you go."
"Um... Pavel?" he said, after Chekov had stared for a minute.
After that, it all all-out war.
"Such a difficult equation," Chekov sighed at his console, pulling at a curl and letting it spring back.
"Understood, Ensign?" Sulu said during an away mission, tilting just a little so the wind blew through his hair perfectly.
Chekov grinned at Sulu across the cafeteria and pretended to protest as all the women at his table took turns cooing and giving him noogies.
"Hah, thanks, I actually keep meaning to get it cut," said Sulu to Riley on the other side of the bridge.
"Wery, wery smart of you, Captain," Chekov said during a conference, tapping his head with one finger and smiling so his dimples showed.
Sulu started to lean forward a lot.
Chekov would nod only with great vigor.
The bridge crew started acting a little distracted.
One day, after almost two months, Sulu and Chekov collided with each other in the hall.
"Oof," said Sulu.
"Ow," said Chekov.
"I, uh... was actually on my way to see you," said Sulu.
"Ah... so was I."
Sulu held up a three-hundred-credit notice in defeat.
Slowly, Chekov held up one too.
"It's a draw," said Sulu, burying his hands in Chekov's hair and stumbling with him into the turbolift.
"Da," whispered Chekov into his neck as the doors closed.
Pairing: oh christ jesus
Rating: unfit for any and all human (or alien) consumption
Kink: "Every time the Transporter tries to have sexy tiems with its beloved Ion Storms, things go horribly wrong." (please kill me)
"Please, Tran. I want your atomically reconstructed away team. I... I need it. Please, give it to me, please."
The Transporter groaned. This was probably a bad idea, but having electric circuits so full and aching with subatomic particles that they felt close to bursting was not exactly conducive to clear thinking.
"Nn, hai, Sutoumu-chan," sighed the Transporter, reverting to its manufacturing language as it began to guide its hot swirling matter into the Ion Storm.
Suddenly, there was a burst of energy and a sharp electronic hum, and the Transporter released its away team all over the planet's surface.
"I," said the Transporter, mortified. "I --"
"It happens to all quantum singularity technology sometimes," said the Ion Storm, soothingly.
Pairing: Kirk/Spock (one-sided)
Rating: PG-13
Kink: "Jim is in love with his best friend, and, for whatever reason, that other person does not, can not, and will not love him back. No happy ending, please, anons. Make me cry."
You know you have to be careful, so careful. You know, more than anyone now, how deeply he feels things, how vulnerable he is, now at all times more than he's ever been.
But you also know everything else, now. The bridge of another Enterprise, both of you completing the other's thoughts. Working together like two sides of one mind. The quiet beginnings of it all, slow and sweet and dark in the captain's quarters of another universe. You know how you brought him back from everything: madness, and disease, and despair, and even death, that incomprehensible Kobayashi Maru. You know how the two of you are missing the other halves of yourselves.
So you tell him. Clearly, and logically, like you know he needs it, alone in your ready room one night.
He's silent afterward.
"Captain," he says at last. "Jim. I -- know, and respect, how closely you must have connected with my counterpart. But what you speak of happened in a wholly different place. A place, I am afraid, to which I myself cannot connect."
You take a deep breath. "I know," you say. "Believe me, Spock, I do. But." You close your eyes and let the images, the emotions, flutter past again. "But, please. Can't you try? Just once. If you knew --"
When you falter, he looks at you with a tenderness that ripples through every cell in your body.
"Meld with me," you whisper at last. "Please."
For a brief second, you can almost believe he is considering it.
"I ... cannot." His voice is soft. "I am in love with Nyota, Jim. Regardless of how my life might have progressed... that, now, is the truth."
You can only look at him, trying to keep your heart from splintering.
"I am sorry," he says very quietly. "Good night."
Only what you have expected, you tell yourself, as you watch him leave. Only how it must be, here. Some things, you tell yourself, cannot conquer all. Sometimes, the things you've lost can't be found again.
You tell yourself this over and over as you bury your face in your hands. I have been, Spock whispers in your mind. I have been and always shall be.
Always shall be, always shall be.
Pairing: Chekov/Sulu
Rating: PG
Kink: "SULU AND CHEKOV DECIDE TO GROW THEIR HAIR OUT AND SEE WHO IS MORE ADORABLE. "
"Deal?" said Chekov with a mischievous grin.
"Deal," Sulu told him, and they shook on it.
For the first couple of weeks after the bet, of course, it was easy. Sulu enjoyed not having to check how close his hair was getting to his collar every few days, and Chekov looked pretty much the same.
Then they hit the one-month mark.
"Lieutenant," Chekov said one day, nodding to him in the corridor, and the tiny bounce of his curls against his forehead actually made Sulu stop in his tracks. Chekov grinned as he kept walking.
A few days later, Chekov showed up at Sulu's quarters to borrow his gamelink controller again, right when Sulu was waking up from a nap.
"What? Oh, sure," he said to Chekov, brushing his bangs out of his face as he fumbled around in a drawer. "Here you go."
"Um... Pavel?" he said, after Chekov had stared for a minute.
After that, it all all-out war.
"Such a difficult equation," Chekov sighed at his console, pulling at a curl and letting it spring back.
"Understood, Ensign?" Sulu said during an away mission, tilting just a little so the wind blew through his hair perfectly.
Chekov grinned at Sulu across the cafeteria and pretended to protest as all the women at his table took turns cooing and giving him noogies.
"Hah, thanks, I actually keep meaning to get it cut," said Sulu to Riley on the other side of the bridge.
"Wery, wery smart of you, Captain," Chekov said during a conference, tapping his head with one finger and smiling so his dimples showed.
Sulu started to lean forward a lot.
Chekov would nod only with great vigor.
The bridge crew started acting a little distracted.
One day, after almost two months, Sulu and Chekov collided with each other in the hall.
"Oof," said Sulu.
"Ow," said Chekov.
"I, uh... was actually on my way to see you," said Sulu.
"Ah... so was I."
Sulu held up a three-hundred-credit notice in defeat.
Slowly, Chekov held up one too.
"It's a draw," said Sulu, burying his hands in Chekov's hair and stumbling with him into the turbolift.
"Da," whispered Chekov into his neck as the doors closed.
Pairing: oh christ jesus
Rating: unfit for any and all human (or alien) consumption
Kink: "Every time the Transporter tries to have sexy tiems with its beloved Ion Storms, things go horribly wrong." (please kill me)
"Please, Tran. I want your atomically reconstructed away team. I... I need it. Please, give it to me, please."
The Transporter groaned. This was probably a bad idea, but having electric circuits so full and aching with subatomic particles that they felt close to bursting was not exactly conducive to clear thinking.
"Nn, hai, Sutoumu-chan," sighed the Transporter, reverting to its manufacturing language as it began to guide its hot swirling matter into the Ion Storm.
Suddenly, there was a burst of energy and a sharp electronic hum, and the Transporter released its away team all over the planet's surface.
"I," said the Transporter, mortified. "I --"
"It happens to all quantum singularity technology sometimes," said the Ion Storm, soothingly.