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Star Trek XI; Nero(/Mandana).
270 words.

( and now your world is night )

They woke me up to write this down and this is what my prose looks like at three in the morning from a state of semi-consciousness. I, uh, WHAT IS THIS WHY DOES IT LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME.

( Nero & Ayel, 200 words )

Warmongers
Star Trek XI; Nero/Ayel.
Rura Penthe & what's left of home- The Federation is a wolf eating wolves, and it swears through its teeth that the meat is fair game. Ask a Romulan about “rescue efforts” and he’ll tell you that the phrase translates loosely to “grave robbing”. It’s a small galaxy, you know.

( their disappearance was final and unrecorded )

Purgatory!
Star Trek XI(/House of Leaves); McCoy, Uhura, Nero; gen.
2000 words, unedited, pointless, will live to hold in contempt (but never regret), etc.
For this request.

Your complimentary warnings for mild gore and cannibalism are right here. Wow, that's convenient!

( maybe you shouldn't play around black holes anymore, Jim )

Speak Sense, You Creature
D'Spal/Nero.
For this prompt.
Or better yet, never speak again.

( get your snack on! )

Lalala, porn. It's feeling kind of bland, will spice and reheat later. Or not.

The Night Loop
Nero/Ayel.
For this prompt.
Ghost music in the walls at night.

( and in the dark, obedience doesn't look at all like servitude )