Fic: Put these words in your mouth

[normalhumanbein]

Put these words in your mouth
ST:XI
Kirk/McCoy preslash
PG-13
2,500 words
Warnings for angst, poor structural integrity, language, a running joke about shooting people in the ass and the abuse of half of a mattress.
For the space_wrapped prompt: "Post-apocalyptic Christmas - keeping the festive spirit alive, even though 90% of the population isn't."

Comments

[normalhumanbein]

♥

[re_white]

I love this so much I can't even - wow.

[normalhumanbein]

\o/

Thank you!

[rubynye]

!

Okay, I am so delightedly shocked by this story that I'm going to give a kind of compliment I rarely give because they tend to come out wrong.

This is a genre of story I rarely read. Post-apocalyptic settings break my little heart; I love civilization, I hope that if it goes I go before I have to watch. I flicked an eye across this one because something about how you put it together drew me in, and then I was hooked. From your Jim's wonderful, not-quite-sane-which-makes-sense-considering voice to the patchwork world you've conjured up to the verisimilitudinous mix of hilarity and horror -- I'm amazed by this story, and delighted, and the opposite of heartbroken.

*applauds*

[normalhumanbein]

This is the best kind of compliment, thank you.

[secretsolitaire]

“Kid,” he says, staring at Jim like he’s grown a second head, “I got three cracked ribs, two broken fingers and a partridge in a pear tree. All of it’s yours if you want it. If you don’t, either shoot me or get out of my goddamn way.”

*glee* This line was worth the price of admission.

Enjoyed this!

[normalhumanbein]

Hee! Thank you.

[sail_aweigh]

Totally hilarious, heatrwrenching and heartwarming, all at the same time. Lovely.

[normalhumanbein]

Thank you!

(Your icon is awesome.)