spock: logic is sexy

That Trope Meme

Pick a trope from this list and provide a fandom/pairing that I'm familiar with and I'll tell you something about the story I'd write for that combination (i.e. write a snippet from the story or write not!fic or tell you the title and summary for the story I would write).

1. genderswap
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14. telepathy
15. high school / college

Eligible fandoms: Avengers, Harry Potter, Sherlock, Star Trek

In other news, I am totally overjoyed with my hp_holidaygen assignment. My recipient is someone who has commented on every HP story I've written this year, so I know she likes my work...and that she, you know, reads and comments on stories regularly. Unlike my last exchange recipient. Sigh.

I've been a very good girl and have not signed up for the exchanges at be_compromised or avengers_xchng.
Star Trek, Kirk/Gaila, pretending to be married. *G*
"God. A zombie apocalypse. And I'm stuck with Loony Lovegood."

Draco's facing away from Luna, talking as if she isn't even there.

"I agree, it isn't ideal," she says. "But I suppose you'll do."

That makes Draco turn around.

"I'll do? Do for what?" he says, straightening his shoulders as if he's getting ready for a fight. Proud people are so easy to manipulate.

"You're not bad looking, and you're probably experienced. My mother always said it's more fun with someone experienced," Luna says, ignoring the question.

"Not bad looking? What are you on about?"

Most of the windows are broken and boarded up, but Luna catches Draco examining his reflection in a shard of glass.

"Sex, of course. I've never had any, but I'd like to before I die." And they are going to die. She can't see the zombie hoard outside, but their moans and growls are growing closer by the second. It's a shame, really, to have survived Voldemort's war only to be eaten by the undead, but then, life was quite unpredictable. That's what made it so exciting.

"Sex? With you?" Draco snorts derisively, and Luna wonders if he's gotten tired of repeating everything she says in the form of a question. "You really are loony," he mutters.

Luna shrugs her shoulders and settles on the couch in the corner of the room. "Fine. Suit yourself. If you'd rather die cowering by yourself, I understand." She opens an issue of The Quibbler, not bothering to look at Draco again.

"Of course, if we did have sex, it would be the best you'd ever had," Draco mutters. Luna can hear his feet crunching over the broken glass, coming closer to her. She doesn't bother to point out that it's easy to be the best when you have no competition.

"Oi, Lovegood, I just said I'd have sex with you. Aren't you at least going to look at me?"

Behind the cover of her magazine, Luna smiles. She's going to die a happy woman.


Edited at 2012-09-26 03:18 am (UTC)
Any or all of:

1. Avengers, Bruce
2. Sherlock, Sherlock and John
3. Sulu

and Accidental baby Acquisition.
Would you believe this was just hanging out on my hard drive, apparently waiting for this meme?

For a split second, Sulu remembers the captain's lifeless body bobbing in the water on Kedros II, and Kirk seizes the opportunity to punch him in the face. Not hard, but it still hurts. Sulu steps backward for a second to shake off the the pain instead of lunging for Kirk's midsection like he should. The captain frowns and rests a hand on his shoulder.

“You okay? I didn't mean to hit you that hard. You don't usually let me get one through like that.”

“I'm fine. Sir."

“I don't believe you," Kirk says. "And since when do you call me sir in the gym?"

Sulu crouches back into sparring position, ignoring the question. “You should have let me jump into the water instead of you,” he says. That's not really the problem, but Sulu hopes it's enough to appease Kirk.

The captain neatly dodges a kick aimed for his shoulder.

“We have a system. I do something stupid and heroic, and then you do something else stupid and heroic to save me. And then sometimes we switch. You never had a problem with it before.”

Kirk's right. It's a good system. Even. Balanced. It works, except for when he almost doesn't save the captain, and then they have to argue about it. And except when there are new complications.

Kirk lands another punch on his shoulder, and the pain feels kind of good, which is fucked up. He stops, takes a step back, and tells the truth.

“Captain, I'm in trouble.”

It comes out more dramatic than he means for it to. Like he's a cadet about to get drummed out of the Fleet, or a teenager calling his parents from jail. But then, that's kind of how he feels.

“What did you do to my ship?”

Kirk says it like a joke, but Sulu can see the wariness, and maybe even a faint look of warning, in his eyes.

“Not that. Nothing to do with that.”

He bounces a little on the balls of his feet, pretending – badly – that they're still sparring, and this is a casual conversation between friends.

“Uh, remember Maria you met when we were on shore leave?” Sulu asks. He kind of wants to throw up.

Kirk nods warily. Sulu wonders if he sees where this conversation is going, if he had maybe even been on the other side of it before.

“She's sort of, uh, pregnant.”

“And it's yours?”

“Of course it's mine.”

Sulu resists the urge to deck the captain and call it sparring. He and Maria might not exactly be in a relationship, but he'd known her since he was eight. She wouldn't lie to him about something like that.

“Sorry. I didn't think you guys were, you know, together together.”

“We aren't. But if she says it's mine, it's mine.”

He chokes on the words a little, because it is actually a she, but he can't quite wrap his head around something as specific as a daughter just yet.

“Whoa. That's big.” Kirk taps Sulu on the shoulder and leads him to a bench at the edge of the sparring room, where they both sit, breathing hard and saying nothing for a minute.

“How? When?” Kirk asks.

Sulu thinks it's kind of like talking to the inside of his head, which is kind of reassuring and kind of not.

“Risa. Four months ago.”

“Yeah, but how? I mean, were you not taking your birth control? Was she?”

“No, I was. We both were. Careful, I mean.”

A one in a million chance. Literally.

“And she's keeping the baby?”

“Yeah, she's keeping it. Her, I mean. It's a girl.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don't know," Sulu says. He leans back against the cool metal wall and realizes that he actually does know, at least a little bit. That's the frightening part. "Be there, I guess. As much as I can."

It wasn't a choice, really. Sulu's dad had left when he was three; he didn't intend to leave his own child half-orphaned before she was even born. Kirk knows all that, and he knows better than to say anything about it, which is probably why Sulu's talking to him now.

Kirk nods slowly. "So...drink?"

Sulu nods back. "Yessir."
Sulu/Gaila college fic. :) (as I'm doubting you have much interest in HSAUs, given your rl)
Avengers, the boys, cross-dressing. (Because of a night out with ladyofthelog, in full Steve mode, wearing a little black dress and red heels.)
Okay, tell me what you'd do with Telepathy. I ask, because it's an interesting one, most people do it the same and just a few people do something really interesting. Pick any pairing that tickles you, but I'm mostly a Who-verse person.