Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ 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. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!