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works/814424.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Trek, X-Men_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Wade_Wilson/Sabretooth, James_T._Kirk/Leonard_McCoy, Pavel_Chekov/Hikaru
      Sulu, Montgomery_"Scotty"_Scott/Hikaru_Sulu, James_T._Kirk/Spock, James
      T._Kirk/Hikaru_Sulu, Pavel_Chekov/Montgomery_"Scotty"_Scott, Pavel
      Chekov/James_T._Kirk, Leonard_McCoy/Montgomery_"Scotty"_Scott
  Character:
      Montgomery_"Scotty"_Scott, Pavel_Chekov, James_T._Kirk, Leonard_McCoy,
      Hikaru_Sulu, Wade_Wilson, Sabretooth
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-23 Words: 756
****** Category Eights: Star Trek and X-Men ******
by beetle
Summary
     Notes/Summary: Basically, you take the major fanfic categories (these
     seem to vary, so I went with the ones most commonly used in the other
     fandom) and write something for each using ten words or less.
Jim/Bones
Angst:

Blood.

Bones doesn't. Fucking. Bleed. . . !

. . . and Jim doesn't fucking pray.


Fluff:

“Marry me.”

Bones snorts.

Jim takes that as a 'maybe.'


UST:

“Aye, Cap'n.”

That gruff drawl. . . .

Jim gets hard every time.


Friendship:

Bones came out: marriage over.

Bones comes out: “Okay . . . and--?”


Hurt/Comfort:

“I've lost her, Jim.”

“Bones . . . you'll always be her father.”


Smut:

“ . . . doesn't mean . . . you're right!”

Still coherent?

Jim adjusts his angle.


Adventure:

“It's just candy, Bones! What's the worst that could happen?”


Humor:

“You threw up. On me!”

Bones groans. Heaves again. “Sorry.”
 
Wade Wilson (Deadpool)/Vicor Creed (Sabretooth)
Angst:

Like Wade's soul, Victor's heart's been ripped out . . . Jimmy's gone.



Fluff:

"I once eviscerated a candy-striper."

Fucking loosens Wade's tongue . . . unfortunately.



UST:

Wade Wilson smells like want . . . desire brightens dead shark-eyes.



Friendship:

Sometimes, Wade whistles while he kills.

Sometimes . . . Victor likes him.



Hurt/Comfort:

"This look infected. . . ?"

"Yep. I hope your arm rots off."



Adventure:

The enemy magnetizes metal.

But for Victor, ninja-boy'd be fucked.



Smut:

"I'm going. To fuck you. To death."

". . . bring it, Bag-Lady. . . ."



Humor:

"Hey--want your head back. . . ? Psych! Want your head back. . . ?"
 
Sulu/Scotty

Angst:

"Oh . . . ye're still here, then," Scotty yawns, and rolls away.



Fluff:

"Pink. . . ? Really. . . ?"

"Oh, shut it. Yellow isnae exactly butch, either!"



UST:

"We'll kip warmer this way . . . till the Enterprise finds us. . . ."



Friendship:

"Were you . . . fighting?!"

"Nae . . . but ye should see t'other bastard!"



Hurt/Comfort:

"I've family enough for us both. . . ."

"It's not the same."



Adventure:

". . . promised it's an aphrodisiac. . . !"

"The strange alien promised?"

"Aye!"

". . . okay." 



Smut:

"Take it," Sulu pants breathlessly. Scotty pushes back against him.



Humor:

"Seriously . . . pink?"

"Feck yoursel', 'cause ye'll nae be feckin' me!"
 
Kirk/Chekov

Humor:

“C'mon . . . once more. . ?”

“. . . mooze and sqvirrellll. . . .”

Jim snorts quiet laughter. . . .


Friendship:

. . . drinks the suddenly unconscious ensign's shot--and passes out, himself.


UST:

Chekov leers. Sets the phaser to Stun.

Jim hates alien!sex!pollen. . . .


Angst:

“Pavel . . . I forgi--”

“Vill you approve my transfer, Keptin?”

“No.”


Adventure:

“. . . certainly a trap! Dead, you cannot rescue Ensign Che--”

“Energize.”


Fluff:

“It means 'my little Pavel'?

“Are you, Pasha? Mine?”

“Alvays.”


Smut:

Sometimes Pasha recites the *Fibonacci_Sequence to stave off coming. . . .


Hurt/Comfort:

Sometimes . . . he calls Jim Papa, when he comes.

Jim doesn't ask.
*Fibonacci Sequence suggestion respectfully stolen from 
arcane_lark. Swing by her journal. Read. Comment. LOVE . . . or else.
 
Sulu/Chekov
Humor:

". . . to get to the other slide."

Pavel grimaces.

Tough room.


Friendship:

Hikaru sneezes. "You'll catch it, too."

Pavel shrugs absently. Sneezes.


UST:

Pavel Chekov is vanilla ice cream. Pale. Creamy. Sweet . . . lickable. . . .


Hurt/Comfort:

Pavel coughs. Groans.

"Now you vill ketch, again."

Hikaru shrugs.


Smut:

"Hikaru, lyubimiy, vant you in me. . . ."

"Not . . . till you're . . . eighteen."


Adventure:

"Please. . . ? For me. . . ?"

Hikaru sighs. Tucks into . . . borscht.

For Pavel.


Fluff:

"D-davay pazshenimsya?"

Hikaru's Russian is atrocious.

Pavel says da, anyway.


Angst:

"It's not you, Pasha, it's them. My parents."

Pavel nods tersely.
 
Kirk/Sulu
Adventure:

. . . Vulcan rock suddenly becomes Transporter Pad.

He smells good, Jim notices.


Friendship:

“Seriously? 'Walter'? Are you fucking with me?”

“Blow me, Tiberius.”


UST:

“Her. . . ?”

“Nice . . . him?”

“Eh.”

“Eh???”

“He's too--“

“--smokin' hot?”

“. . . nevermind. . . .”


Fluff:

Jim crosses his arms. "I'm Captain.  I top."

Hikaru smirks.


Hurt/Comfort: 

”Look, there's nothing we could've done--”

“I could've flown better.”


Smut:

. . . Jim relaxes his throat as Hikaru slides faster, harder, deeper. . . .


Angst:

"Are we . . . exclusive?"

". . . you wanna be?"

Jim shrugs nonchalantly.  "Yeah."


Humor:

“Is my hair . . . lame?”

“Compared to--?”

“. . . you suck at this. . . .”
 
McCoy/Scotty

Friendship:

“It's Andorian brandy!”

“Feh--'tis piss-water. Try that.”

“What's--”

“Laphroaig.”


Angst:

Certifiable, annoying . . . brilliant.

Jim wasn't, and Scotty isn't Bones's type.


UST:

“Been wantin' t' do that for-fecking-ever.”

Bones licks tingling lips.


Fluff:

“It's no' a skirt, Leonard!”

“I'm still not wearin' one.”


Humor:

“This's your kink?”

Montgomery grins. Bones sighs.

Dons the tartan. . . .


Smut:

“. . . damned skirt's Montgomery-nip.”

“Kilt . . . and aye . . . 'tis. . . .”

“Right there . . . Christ!”


Hurt/Comfort:

Sometimes it hurts.

Sometimes . . . it's comfort.

“Always will,” Montgomery adds.


Adventure:

“Now?”

“Aye . . . against the warp-core. . . .”

“Down in five. McCoy out.”
 
Scotty/Chekov
Adventure:

"First Engineering rotation?"

"Vell. . . ."

"C'mon, I dinna bite!"

"Pity."

"What?"

"Hmm?"


Friendship:

"Careful! Ye nearly fell!"

Pavel blushes. Smiles. Doesn't let go.


Hurt/Comfort:

". . . then . . . she vas gone. . . ."

Scotty sighs. "Wasnae your fault, lad."


UST:

"Just seventeen? Really?"

"Aye, sir."

"Bloody shame, that."

"Vhat?"

". . . hmm?"


Humor:

"Ye're--Russian!"

Pavel hiccups thoughtfully. Passes out.

Another myth dispelled.


Smut:

"Ye're only a lad, lad--well, since ye're down there. . . ."


Angst:

Seven-bloody-teen.

Scotty's going to Hell. . . .

So he'll taste Heaven first.


Fluff:

Pavel wears a kilt like true Scotsmen: wi' naught underneath.

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