#trektober 2020

[trektober-challenge]

Does Trektober have to be fan fiction? Or can it be anything?

It can be anything! If you can relate it to the prompt, it can take any creative form you like!

If you take a scroll through the trektober tags for the previous years I'm sure you can see the wonderful variety of things people have made, in all sorts of forms.

Still waiting on an interpretive dance though, far as I know...

~Mod Aisha

[grissomesque]

The A+ Survival Instincts of Kathryn Janeway Trektober 2022: 'Red Alert'

[doctorbeverlycrusher]

@that-one-curly-haired-chick tagged me for this and it seems fun!

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and finally the fic with the least words

Most hits: Plot Twist

This is an unfinished fic (I’m not sure if I’ll go back to it honestly) but it was inspired by the Law and Order: Organized Crime promo during season one where Wheatley’s plot twist line was given with zero context.

Second Most Kudos: losing what i don’t have now

This is my Ted Lasso finale fix-it that I wrote not too long after it aired and I was going through the motions. I’m still not over it tbh but yeah. This is only the third thing I’d written for the fandom and I was not expecting the reception it got.

Third Most Comments: Discovering New Earth

Technically it was Plot Twist again so I skipped to number 4 because that’s boring. Discovering New Earth I wrote as an unconventional take on the Only One Bed prompt for Trektober 2020. The fic featured Chakotay and Janeway’s future grandchildren taking a trip into the Delta Quadrant.

Fourth Most Bookmarks: this kingdom we have made

Another Ted Lasso fic! This one was my take on what if Rupert went after Ted in the finale instead of George because for a hot minute I thought he was going to.

Fifth Most Words: Slaying Through Time

This is another WIP but I do plan on finishing this eventually. This is a TNG-Buffy crossover set during season 7 of TNG and season 3 of Buffy. I’m kind of trying to tie Beverly into the Slayer lore because it’s me and why would I not want to do that? Also the main goal is to eventually make the Sub Rosa plot good and more of a threat.

Least Amount Of Words: Teammates

Aside from a fanvid posting which has no words, this one is my least amount. There’s a few 100 word pieces I have but I chose this one since it was the last on the list. It was for an exchange and it’s a little reflective piece around the friendship between Ino and her teammates Shikamaru and Choji from Naruto

I’m tagging @cipher-fresh @agent-troi and @bear-wizards if they want to do this :D

[shamelesslymkp]

REC: Udaberri - Forever and Always

URL: https://ift.tt/U6oMw3K T’Pring would have worried that she was broken, that somehow she had been born with a part of her missing, if she didn’t have Spock; because in him she found a perfect mirror to her thoughts. (Words: 2,826) !!!fandom, !!fic, |site:ao3, +fandom:star.trek:.the.original.series, ::rating:general.audiences, ~author:udaberri, character:t'pring.(star.trek), character:spock.(star.trek), relationship:spock.&.t'pring.(star.trek), relationship:stonn/t'pring.(star.trek), relationship:james.t..kirk.&.leonard."bones".mccoy.&.spock, ::category:f/m, .gen, \no.archive.warnings.apply, ~ao3:childhood.friends, ~ao3:asexual.character, ~ao3:implied.cultural.aphobia, ~ao3:queerplatonic.relationships, ~ao3:demisexual.t'pring, ~ao3:asexual.spock.(star.trek), ~ao3:protective.t'pring, ~ao3:pre-canon, ~ao3:episode:.s02e05.amok.time, ~ao3:unreliable.narrator, ~ao3:trektober.2020

[divinemissem13]

For you: 🙋‍♀️💖🤯 have fun!

Wheeeee!

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic? Does my therapist count? 😆

💖 What made you start writing I "discovered" fanfic by accident during the 2020 lockdown and reading it helped me keep from completely losing my mind... A couple years later, when Trektober came around, I thought "What the hell, this could be fun and it would be nice to contribute to this fanfic community that got me through some truly horrible times. I'll probably just do this challenge and then stop." (Spoiler alert: I did NOT stop)

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer? Currently, I am losing my mind trying to write a mystery, so let's say that!

[trek-tracks]

The realest social moment in Journey to Babel was Bones getting himself into an incredibly awkward standing position and then just having to deal with it

(caps from @logicheartsoul and @trekcore)

[neuroticrobotic]

Trektober Day 7: interspecies relationship

Me: "I'll catch up on trektober!"

Me: *only draws what I want*

[dw-writes]

Trektober 2020 - Day 9: Sex Pollen - Jim Kirk x Fem!Reader [NSFW]

HELLO AGAIN AND WELCOME BACK TO TREKTOBER!!! TONIGHT WE TAKE YOU ON THE WONDERFUL TROPE TO END ALL TROPES - SEX POLLEN! This could also go for kinktober, but its really not that kinky, moreso for the Trek prompt. If you’d like to participate in Trektober, please check out the post HERE!

Trektober Day 3 - In Uniform (Bones x Reader) || Trektober Day 4 - Aliens Made Them Do It (Bones x Reader) || Trekober Day 5 - Pining (Bones x Reader) || Trektober Day 6 - Captain’s Chair (Jim Kirk x Reader) || Trektober Day 7 - Soulmate AU + Interspecies Relationship (Bones x Reader) || Trektober Day 9 - Sex Pollen (Jim Kirk x Reader) || Trektober Day 10 - Historical AU (James Kirk and Leonard McCoy) || Trektober Day 11 - Stars (Leonard McCoy x Reader) || Trektober Day 15 - Shuttle Crash (Leonard McCoy x Reader) || Trektober Day 18 - Waiting by Bio Bed (Leonard McCoy x Reader) || Trektober Day 31 - Holiday Celebration (Leonard McCoy x Reader)

You had followed Jim down the planet thinking that it would be a normal excursion experience – everyone else had taken trips with the captain of the Enterprise to explore uncharted planets, so, of course, you thought this would be no exception! You were a botanist for crying out loud! You should have known that when you beamed down to the planet and found yourself in a clearing in the middle of a massive wood with Jim Kirk, that you should have donned a respirator.

Really, it was only your fault that you were in this situation. Not that you were complaining about it.

Your comm sat abandoned with Jim’s somewhere beneath the pile of clothes you two had tossed away sometime before – was it hours? Was it minutes? It was hard to tell anymore, your head was cloudy. Jim’s mouth traced the swell of your breasts as he moved down your body, making sure that if he wasn’t memorizing the map of your skin with his fingers, then he was doing so with his tongue. He groaned as he neared your sex and spread your legs with both hands to accommodate his body between them. You carded your fingers through his hair, brushing the fluffy white bits that stuck to the strands.

“Now, why haven’t I done this sooner?” Jim whispered against your clit. He rolled his tongue against it and smoothed his hands over your thighs, smashing the white pollen that had collected on your skin and leaving streaks. “Thought about it a lot,” he mumbled, burying his face between your legs. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of his tongue swirling around your entrance, flicking up to your clit with almost practiced ease. “Wanted it for a long time.”

“Captain,” you groaned with a tug on his hair, “You talk too much.”

He glanced up at you with one arched eyebrow and a wicked smirk.

You finally returned to the Enterprise hours later, properly wearing your respirator like any seasoned botanist should. Jim had called ahead before you two were beamed up, letting Scotty know that a pathway needed to be cleared and the lab needed to be ready for decontamination protocols.

“They also need to be ready to prepare a vaccine as quickly as possible with samples taken from the surface,” Jim had said once he had gotten in contact with McCoy.

“Jim,” came the tense doctor’s voice, “Do I want to know what you’ve possibly brought back on board?”

“Not unless you’re gonna see that cute cartographer sometime today,” Jim commented with a grin.

You had rolled your eyes and smacked Jim’s wandering hands away seconds before being beamed up.

Now, you stood with him in the decontamination shower, both of you wondering how long the two of you could take before someone asked questions.

[sapphosewrites]

Trektober Day #10: Away Mission

“Sisko bribed him,” Miles says authoritatively. “Had to be.”

“What kind of a bribe would Garak take?” Kira asked dubiously.

“He’d probably say something like a bolt of fabric or more space on the Promenade, but as for what he really wants, well…” Miles didn’t end the sentence, instead raising his eyebrows meaningfully and letting his listeners fill in the rest.

Jadzia and Kira exchanged skeptical glances.

“I don’t think Benjamin is going to trade away Federation secrets,” Jadzia said.

“It was extortion the first time,” Odo put in. Kira nodded emphatically.

“It’s got to be that again. Threats are the only thing Garak would respond to.”

The whoosh of the automatic door announced a visitor. Four pairs of eyes immediately looked over guiltily, expecting it to be Garak or Sisko.

Instead, Julian bounced into the room.

“Sorry I’m late- I wasn’t originally slated to come but then there was a last minute change- I got ready as fast as I could. Are we waiting on anyone else? Where’s Garak?”

Three pairs of eyes slid back to Miles, who wore an expression of clear self-satisfaction.

“Like I said,” he muttered. “Bribery.”

[inkfinch]

[ three • uniforms ]

Starfleet merch or any cadet’s sort of excuse to be out of uniform.

[image description: 4 full-body paintings of chibi AOS Gaila, Kirk, Uhura, and Mccoy on brown paper.

Image 1 is a Gaila smiling with one hand on her hip. She’s wearing a dark blue jumpsuit with a Starfleet insignia patch on the chest and kneepad. Her jumpsuit is half open to show her tank top with a pattern of tiny Starfleet insignias.

Image 2 is Jim Kirk is smiling with both hands on his hips. He’s wearing an all red jogging outfit with white shoes. His sweatpants and shoes have the Starfleet insignia.

Image 3 is Nyota Uhura, talking on her comm. She’s wearing a long pink cardigan with a pattern of Starfleet insignias, over a light blouse and dark palazzos.

Image 4 is Bones Mccoy facing sideways, with a duffel bag hitched over his shoulder. His beanie has small Starfleet insignia pinned on the side and his jacket has a large insignia on the front.

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[trektober-challenge]

Is this happening this year?

HECK YEAH IT IS

[cecilyacat]

Trektober Day 8 - Tentacles

"Boimler, if you'd just listened to me, this alien wouldn't be playing catch with you now!"

[doctorbeverlycrusher]

Trektober Day 5: Pining

For day 5 of the @trektober-challenge, I went with the “Pining” prompt. I decided that for this, I would make a fanmix for Janeway and Chakotay, based around the episode Resolutions, which adds to the pining these two have for each other over their seven year journey.

Listen to the full mix

TRACK LISTING

1965 - Zella Day

Dust to Dust - The Civil Wars

Remedy - Adele

the words - Christina Perri

The Keeper - Kira Grannis ft. Marie Digby

Please Don’t Say You Love Me - Gabrielle Aplin

How Long Will I Love You - Ellie Goulding

Fall Into Me - Sugarland

I Don’t Wanna Love Somebody Else - A Great Big World

Too Good at Goodbyes - Sam Smith

[nepobabyjimkirk]

I split a fic up into two chapters to count it towards two days of Trektober because rules are meant to be bent.

Days 21 and 24 of Trektober: Fake Relationship and Diplomatic Mission

McKirk, rated T, 8k words

Summary: When Jim fakes a marriage to Bones in order to get out of having to marry some random alien lady on a diplomatic mission, he doesn't expect to actually enjoy the experience. And the last thing he expects is to realize that maybe he's loved Bones all along, but things rarely go as he expects them to.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27126619/chapters/66241948

[5lazarus]

Trektober Day 22, Telepathy

for the @trektober-challenge, yes I am gonna get this all done before Nov 1st~ Day 22, Telepathy: Deanna cannot stomach Terok Nor. If you liked this, read the others at Open Mic at Quark’s

Lwaxana Troi was incapable of moderation. Deanna was rather different. She liked to keep her feelings close, and it was harder, being half-Betazed. Her brain was different, and the empathic connection was too intense. She had found excuses to avoid Deep Space Nine before, but now it was inevitable. Will had a meeting with the new Kai to talk out charges for the remaining Maquis, and Deanna was needed to keep the peace. She walked around the Promenade gingerly. Captain Sisko had done his best to turn an ore-processing unit into a home, but the dead still lingered. Deanna could see it in the way the Bajorans walked, and the way they eyed the part-Cardassian children who themselves flinched. The Cardassians had named this place Terok Nor. The Federation had to stop the Bajorans from bombing it. Looking at the people thronging through the halls, bunching up around the temple, Deanna felt it like a wave she felt ill, and leaned against the curving wall. The Bajorans would rather die than let the Federation take their fighters, even the Maquis, even the ones who had abandoned them for other people’s struggles--and that rage and determination was so potent Deanna thought that was right. A Ferengi led her to a table at the bar, where the conversation was more muted. “Betazed?” he asked. He snapped his fingers and a waiter appeared with a glass of sparkling water and some plain bread. “Yeah, it happens to every one of your people, when they come here. It’s too tense. That’s why I get folks to play dabo. To blow off some steam.” Deanna could feel the fear of a grandmother who worried her granddaughter would die alone on a penal colony in some Federation tundra without the grace of the Prophets who had finally revealed themselves, and since the Emissary had retired there was no one to stop what the Cardassians had started. She gagged. The Ferengi said, “If you’re gonna vomit, you should go now. Not on the table. Bathroom’s over there.” She glared at him. He shrugged. She had heard about him: Quark. He made a game out of cheating ensigns, and every single one of his dabo tables was loaded. He missed his friend so sharply she felt like her hands were bleeding, as if she had rubbed them in broken glass. It was written all over his back, she thought dreamily, he loved him. “Ugh,” Deanna said. “How could my mother stand it?” Quark snorted. “Here.” He proffered a bottle. “Beta-blockers. This might help.” She took them quickly, and only winced slightly at the price. Next time, Will could handle his own negotiations. She could not stomach this sort of pain.

[trek-tracks]

This chair’s entire Kickstarter campaign was funded by Enterprise CMOs