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trektober-challenge · 8 months

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TREKTOBER 2023!!!

We're back!!!

For the fifth year in a row, Aisha and I are kicking off the first phase of Trektober with release of the official 2023 prompt lists. Releasing the lists now gives everyone participating plenty of time to plan ahead before posting starts in October.

As in previous years, there are three lists, each with their own theme.

As always, the third (spicy) prompt list can be found below the cut, for those who prefer to avoid.

#trektober #trektober2023 #prompt list #2023 prompt list #mod demi

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herabutroman · 6 months

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(trektober 2023 prompt: spooky/supernatural)

severely inspired by yeaka's fic Drowned / Drowning <3 have some spicy j7 i have saved this up for the last day and THEN forgot to post it LMAO

#j7 #own art #kathryn janeway #seven of nine #star trek fanart #star trek voyager #star trek #star trek art #janeway/seven #janeway x seven #trektober 2023 #trektober2023 #there are more..buried i fear

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pityroadart · 7 months

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@trektober-challenge day 5: Lingerie

in which likely Jim has been playing dress-up with Gaila, and has come home to show off his new outfit :))

dip ink pen, Indian ink, and watercolour on Arches cold pressed paper, approx A5 size

a v short McKirk ficlet I wrote inspired by this below the cut (but you're welcome to read the art however you want) :

Jim sauntered into the room, bare-chested and with hair slightly damp from his shower, Starfleet Academy sweatpants slung low on his hips and —

and something distinctly lacy peeking out underneath. Jim met his eyes and Leonard could feel his cheeks heat.

"Jim, what the hell are you wearing?"

Jim's face was the picture of innocence as he propped himself up against the counter, swiping an apple from the fruit bowl and breaking the skin with his teeth. "What, my sweatpants?" he asked around a mouthful of apple.

"Not your damn sweatpants," Leonard groused, "what's that underneath?"

Jim placed his apple down carefully on the counter. "Oh this?"

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the sweatpants and pulled them ever lower, revealing a black mesh suspender belt and the top of what seemed to be a lacy blue thong.

"Just something Gaila helped me pick out, like what you see?" he smirked.

[I absolutely might turn this into a longer fic when I get the chance, so watch this space!]

#mckirk #aos kirk #James T Kirk #trektober #trektober2023 #my art #my trek art #star trek aos #spicey art

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raine-hearts-art · 7 months

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@trektober-challenge Day 1: Post-Apocalyptic

When you lose your planet and your mother all at once.

#Spock #s’chn t’gai spock #star trek #star trek fanart #Trektober2023 #aos #star trek (2009)#my art #copic markers #art #id in alt text

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majormiles · 7 months

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@trektober-challenge day 13: first contact

What the hell did you take? I have no idea but they were bowing to it!

#trek #trekedit #star trek #mckirk #stid #trektober2023 #mine

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neemie101 · 6 months

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It's the end of Trektober! Managed to do at least a sketch for each day, these are the ones I feel like posting. Some of the other prompts got a life of their own so I'll be posting them later as a separate thing when I can put more time into them!

For the prompts: Space Walk, Soulmates, Recruitment, First Contact, Pets, and Dress Uniform.

#star trek tng #my art #trektober2023 #seriously this was so fun!#the one for recruitment is an actual star trek fan club I joined at a con #I've only gone to a couple of meetings but it's been so fun having people irl to talk trek with

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baubeautyandthegeek · 6 months

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Waking Up To You - Beverly Crusher/Ro Laren

A/N: Day 18 of @trektober-challenge, the Trek bit.

Ro’s eyes blink open slowly. She’s still as she makes sense of where she is. Medbay…. She’s safe. A choking breath escapes her as she feels Beverly’s hand brush hair from her face lightly. She’d thought she was definitely doomed. Instead Beverly has saved her. “This is getting to be a habit…” Beverly murmurs softly. “You really do seem to enjoy risking yourself…” “They were going to… attack… Deanna.” “I know.” Beverly murmurs the words, stroking Ro’s hair again. “She told me…” Ro’s eyes close slowly and Beverly sighs softly, watching her slip back to sleep, her eyes softening when Ro’s body relaxes. “Rest well, Ro… We’ll talk more later.”

#ro laren #beverly crusher #star trek the next generation #tng #star trek tng #trektober2023 #trektober 2023 #ro/beverly #beverly/ro

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flippyspoon · 7 months

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Bleeding Out

Note: Trektober ficlet! TOS Spirk. This is for the prompt: hiding injuries!

How the hell…

Truth be told, Jim had no idea where the blow came from, only that he’d fought his way past two armed guards and was aiming his phaser at a third when he looked down and saw a short sword sticking out of his side which, he supposed, was maybe better than a sword sticking out of his heart. But really, he’d have preferred no swords sticking out of him at all. He still managed to fire his phraser at the third guard before glancing around, dazed, looking for the sword sticker. But there was no one. So one of the guards he’d taken down had managed to stick him before they hit the floor.

Perfect.

All that had taken seconds and only after that did the pain hit and he gasped, slumping against an iron gate.

Spock was so close. All he had to do was get to Spock and they could beam out. No problem.

…That was assuming Scotty had repaired the transporter. Otherwise, they’d have to make for the forest where the other half of their team waited in a hidden shuttle.

He was still dressed in the garb of the planet’s culture. They were a planet of space raiders, mainly. And somehow, one of those raiders had gotten their paws on some very classified Starfleet tech. Well, Jim had the tech and some war lord had Spock.

Jim took a deep breath and yanked the sword out of his side all at once, falling back against the stone wall and clutching the wound that gushed blood all over his hands. He took off the thick scarf he’d worn wrapped around his head and tied it snugly around his stomach, knotting it in back as tightly as he could stand. He would bleed through quickly. He covered his makeshift bandage with the thick cloak he wore, pulled the hood up over his head and staggered down the cavernous hallway to the spiral stairs which led to the dungeon where Spock was held.

His wound was agonizing. He ducked into an alcove for a moment to compose himself. He was dripping with sweat already. He flipped open his communicator.

“Kirk to Enterprise. Scotty…tell me the transporter’s back online.”

“I’m sorry, Captain-”

“Scotty…” Kirk shut his eyes, pressing his hand to his side. “I’ll have Spock in a minute. We need to energize-”

“The interference from this ion storm is wreakin’ havoc, sir! If I could do it, I would!”

“Right…Well. We’ll just have to make it to the shuttle. Kirk out.”

Jim considered, sorted, and settled on his options in the space of approximately six seconds.

If he was careful, he could get Spock to the shuttle. If he was extremely lucky, he would hang on through the rough ride in an ion storm back to the ship. Most likely, he would bleed out and die before they even made it to the shuttle. And dying would slow Spock down because Spock would do something very stupid (that he would claim was perfectly logical) just to stay with him and probably get himself killed.

Ideally, he would convince Spock to go on without him, conjure up some reason he had to stay on while covering up a grave injury. Spock wouldn’t go for that in a million years.

There was only option 1. He had to get them to the shuttle. Which meant conserving his strength. On the plus side, adrenaline was doing wonders as he made his way down the narrow corridor to the dungeons, clutching the ring of keys he’d swiped off the gatekeeper before knocking him out. Maybe adrenaline could get him all the way back to Galileo 7 in the woods.

“Spock, I’m sorry,” he muttered under his breath.

Around the corner from Spock’s cell, Jim conjured up all his energy and considerable charm and headed in.

“Mr. Spock.” He put on an easy smile as he unlocked the cell door. “Didn’t think you could get out of gamma shift tonight that easy, did you?”

“Captain, you are, I believe the Terran expression would be, a sight for sore eyes.”

“Holy Moly, Mr. Spock, indulging in Terran idioms? What’ve they done to you?” Kirk crossed the cell to Spock, just barely managing not to stagger, but as Spock came out of the shadows and stepped into the candlelight, his expression fell. Spock’s face was bruised and battered, his peasant shirt stained green.

Kirk’s jaw clenched. “Spock, you’re-”

“I am not badly hurt, Captain. They assumed I absconded with the data drive. You know, this society of medieval culture and advanced technology is rather fasci…”

Kirk stumbled just as they were making their way out of the cell, and Spock tilted his head, perusing him. Kirk attempted to stand-up straight, clutching the bars of the cell for support as he stepped into the corridor, but his breathing was too labored and Spock’s eyes too sharp.

“You’re injured, Captain?”

“No, it’s nothing,” Jim said, lightly. “Turned my ankle is all. Walkin’ funny.”

Jim took Spock’s arm, maintaining a light touch, gaining just enough support that he could keep his balance as they quickly made their way back upstairs, hopefully before the other guards caught on.

They still had to get up the stairs, back out to the bailey (blessedly unmanned with a festival in full swing in the gardens), out a side door, down under the overly populated bridge and through the water, and across a field to the forest.

Jim now predicted he might make it as far as the bridge. He could feel hot blood spreading fast.

“Transporter’s out.” He had to breathe carefully if he wanted to speak. “We gotta make for the shuttle. Then…then get it through an ion storm. So that’ll be fun.”

“Captain…”

“C’mon, hurry,” Kirk said, impatient. “Go go go, Spock. That’s an order.”

He could not slow, he could not falter. If Spock discovered Jim’s injuries, he would miss his chance to get out. Kirk was getting lightheaded, but one thought pulsed in his mind and heart above all other concerns besides the safety of the ship (already well out of the ion storm’s way): save Spock, keep Spock safe, Spock must live…

Spock followed Kirk’s lead all the way to the bridge. They would have to scurry under it, which meant crossing the sludgy water beneath, about a quarter kilometer. But they ducked behind a low stone wall under the road beside the river, nearly seen by a few marching guards.

Still, the sun had set. They had darkness and shadow on their side, at least.

But Jim was trembling, and he couldn’t stop.

Save Spock…keep Spock safe…

He made the mistake of taking Spock’s bare wrist in his hand, intending to get to his feet again.

But Spock’s eyes flashed, and he looked at Jim.

“Jim.”

Jim gathered the vestiges of his strength, but he could not get the words out. “Sp-Spock I’m…you…have to…” He forgot what he was going to say and fell back against the wall. His eyes were much too heavy.

He felt Spock pull back his cloak. “I…order you to…just take the…data drive…leave me…go.”

“I cannot,” Spock said.

But there is no logic to that. His mind was increasingly muddled, but he was pretty sure he was right. Their mission was to retrieve the data drive. He had it in his pocket. He fumbled, grabbing for it and held it out, hardly able to raise his arm. “It’s…here it…”

Jim knew Spock had sensed the seriousness of his injury when he touched his skin, his pain and fear, and certainty of death. Spock surely knew how this ended.

Jim knew Spock cared for him. There was no doubt about that.

But still, he was a committed officer. The mission had to come first.

Kirk was still trying to figure this out while strong arms lifted him under his legs and around his back, as Spock picked him up bridal style. But Spock’s right arm carried Jim slightly awkwardly so that his hand reached Jim’s face, his wrist turned awkwardly, his fingertips pressed to Kirk’s cheek and chin and temple. Jim felt the touch, warm, so familiar and comforting, and humming with a gentle energy. He clung to it, if only because Spock’s touch, skin to skin, could be so rare. At least he could take that with him when he died. One last touch.

Insubordinate, Jim thought as his consciousness faded. You’re in big trouble, mister. You can’t…please…I love you… you mustn’t…

He heard Spock speaking as he carried Jim down to the water, felt muscles clenching as he held Jim’s head above the icy current.

“T’hy’la, take my strength… Beloved, feel me, feel this bond, take this strength from me, please Jim…”

***

Jim stirred, hearing voices, comforting voices that he followed from the darkness.

“They’re gonna write folk songs about it!” McCoy was laughing. “Ensign Perez told me everything! The great Vulcan warrior carrying the captain to whom he is so devoted in his arms as he fights his way through half a dozen swordsmen!”

“There were no more than five swordsmen,” Spock said evenly. “And I was armed with a phaser. I shed no blood. I simply carried the captain to a waiting shuttle and dealt with a few obstacles along the way . Hardly the stuff of legends.”

“And stubborn as a mule, as always,” Bones said, rolling his eyes. “Can’t even take a compliment, can he? Oh look, our friend the damn pin cushion is waking up.”

Kirk opened his eyes, expecting McCoy on his feet to his left, and Spock in a chair to his right, which was usually the case when he woke up in sickbay.

Except that Spock too was lying in a biobed, wrist fitted with a cuff hooked up to a screen reading out his vitals. He looked much paler than usual, though the evidence of his dungeon beatings had vanished.

“Spock, what’s the matter with you,” Kirk muttered.

“Oh, brother.” McCoy rolled his eyes heavenward. “Typical! Man touches death with both hands, gets yanked back, and still he’s more worried about the science officer in the tight pants. I don’t know what else I expected.”

“Doctor,” Spock said darkly.

“Yeah yeah yeah.” Bones cleared his throat and glared down at Jim, who ignored him as he stared at Spock. “James, sir, your friend here did a nice bit of Vulcan wizadry via some kind of sacred soul mate love bond between you two I’m not supposed to talk about and Bob’s your uncle! You’re alive and he was half dead by the time you two made it to the shuttle. I will step out now and leave you two alone. I find out anybody left their bed, I will take a damn life and it will all have been in vain!”

McCoy took his leave with one last scowl at the both of them and Jim and Spock were left to themselves.

Jim took a deep breath and shifted in his bed to gaze at Spock more easily.

“Excuse me… Sacred soul mate love bond?” He couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face, especially at Spock’s subtly sheepish expression.

“I…intended on informing you of this connection,” Spock said slowly. “I have been aware of it for some time. I was not… I did not know how you would receive this information.”

“Oh…” Kirk nodded, as if seriously considering this. “I think I would have said something along the lines of, so what else is new.”

“You…are not surprised by this?”

“You’ve told me a few things about these Vulcan relationship bonds,” Jim said. “And I’ve known there was this strong connection between us. Something more than friends or captain and XO or even family, yet all of that too. So no, it does not surprise me.” He did not hide the beaming smile that grew on his face. “You’re everything to me, Spock.” “T’hy’la,” Spock murmured.

“Yes.” Kirk nodded. “What does that mean?”

“It is…as you said.” Spock’s mouth quirked,the slightest sign of some inward decision. “It means you are everything to me too, Jim.”

“The second I can get out of this bed, mister…”

“I would not risk it with McCoy outside the door.”

“That’s alright,” Jim whispered. “I’ll just lie here for now. I just want to look at you for a while. That alright with you?”

“If it pleases you, Jim,” Spock said.

#spirk #star trek tos #trektober 2023 #trektober2023 #kirk/spock

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cuterefaction · 6 months

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#Trektober Day 29, "Crew as Family". I mean, every Trek crew is a found family, but I have a special place in my heart for the utter garbage fire presented by this potential romcom scenario.

I'm assuming Dukat reels violently between racist horror and quiet delight that he gets an excuse to flirt with Kira and Sisko more often.

#star trek #trek #trektober2023 #ds9 #deep space nine #sisko #jake #ziyal #garak #kira #they just sit quietly and are creative together on dates it's super wholesome #garak and kira have a quiet alliance on the subject of ziyal's happiness but no knives have been drawn yet

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oldwickedsongs · 7 months

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Trektober 2023: Post Apocalyptic

Characters: Gabriel Lorca, Chris Pike References: the book Drastic Measures

Chris stood back, near the mouth of the amphitheater, as he watched Gabriel move slowly across the clean bright sand. Tarsus IV’s weather was mild by nature, nothing like the stark unforgiving desert the Mojave must have been before the weather controls made Earth a paradise, but it seemed raw somehow, feral now despite the calm.

Four thousand lives, Pike knew, four thousand innocent colonists had perished here a week ago, but he never would have known from the peace around him. It felt profane, wicked and the fact they could walk here under the beautiful mild sunshine with the smell of late spring flowers coming to them felt like an even greater offense.

Gabriel was ahead of him, kneeling into the dirt and studying it as if searching for someone he couldn’t- would never- find.

Pike couldn’t shake the image away in time; it seemed so clear. Not the Gabriel he knew, his bright-eyed explorer who would study the stars in awe. Not the man Chris loved and loved him but a creature more accustomed to black halls and faded stars. Someone whose hands felt more natural holding a weapon than a lover and with a hunger in his soul no wonder or awe would ever fill. Someone as lost as the memories in the sand.

I’m going to lose him, Chris thought and the fear shot through his heart like an arrow, if I am not careful, I’ll lose him all at once instead of pieces.

No. No he wouldn’t allow it. Couldn’t. It’d be worst then death. Gabriel looked up when Chris’ hand touched his shoulder but flinched away as if the light hurt his eyes.

“Gabe…c’mon…let’s bring you home.”

#Gabriel Lorca #Christopher Pike #trektober2023

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captainhattersvoyagerstuff · 7 months

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Prelude to a Court Martial

Trektober 2023

Prompt 24 Court Martial

After Voyager returns home to Earth, Chakotay must go through a debriefing with the formidable Admiral Nechayev, one that could lead to his wife and former captain's court martial.

Notes: This is an excerpt from the (in progress) sequel to my story "Ship in a Bottle". The last enemy mentioned was fought in the story. Also Chakotay and Janeway are married. All you really need to know.

Remember her?

#star trek voyager #janeway x chakotay #debriefing #trektober2023 #court martiral #Admiral Nechayev #chakotay #kathryn janeway #ao3 fanfic #star trek voyager fanfic

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