...I am posting some of the better short fic I've been dishing out mercilessly in moments of extraordinary procrastination, and prefacing it with belated encouragement to go
read and
vote at
redshirt_roster , since we haven't had enough yet to determine this week's winner and loser.
In no particular order --
For "the best damn drabble fest in the 'verse" at
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THEY ARE SO ADORABLE. <33
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She pushes herself up from his chest, spine curving up like a stretching cat's, and kisses his forehead before he can get out the first syllable of a protest. Her hair falls forward as she inclines her head, veiling the juncture formed by their open mouth. Their faces are still stinging with the chill of a desert night, but they are sewn together at the lips, and they share unspoken, yearning heat from throat to throat.
Her hair is thick and fine and mussed. At the heart of each delicate tangle, a little light penetrates in slivers, shaped like stars.
Wow. Just wow. Wow.
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Glad you enjoyed, bby.
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You are so astonishingly good at describing the moment as it is experienced, I cannot EVEN.
And oh, Pike/Number One may be my favorite pairing I've never written (unless it's Pike/Kirkparents). I adore the changes you've rung, and how it took what, seven words into the middle one for you to make it perfectly clear it's Mirrorverse?
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Hah, I was worrying today at school too that perhaps I should have specified which verse like a sane person, but if the accoutrements of sexy, sexy evil were enough to tip you off immediately, that's both more gratifying and far preferable for my lazy self. :'D
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Also: uh, she's falling into the fiery core of an imploding planet, hence quote unquote inverted birth. IT'S CANON. :'D
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