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[janeykath318]

Footsteps To You: A Bones x Reader soulmate fic

Ever since you’d started on the Enterprise, you’d been trying to track the blue footprints that you, and only you, saw frequently. Your soulmate, whoever they were, proved to be elusive and the footprints always faded away before you could track them back to whoever it was. It was a little frustrating, but you kept the faith that you were bound to run into them eventually. In the meantime, you enjoyed speculating with your friends in the science department and hearing their stories of how they’d tracked their soulmate.

Every away mission you went on, you’d subtly watch to see if anyone left blue footprints, but there were no results.

You’d confided in the Captain, who was quite eager to help out.

“This kind of thing takes some detective work, Y/N. See if you notice any patterns or repeated paths they take. It might help narrow down to a department at least.”

“Do you think the color is any kind of clue?” you pondered.

“Unfortunately, no,” Jim sighed. “That would make it too easy, I guess. I saw green footprints before I met my soulmate.”

“Hmmm. Well, I’ll just have to be vigilant about looking for trails,” you said. “It’s a big ship, though.”

Over the next few months, you got tantalizingly close clues which enabled you to narrow it down to Engineering or Sickbay. A couple visits to Engineering showed no blue tracks, so you decided it had to be Medbay, which was your least favorite part of the ship.

Figures. You thought gloomily. Your soulmate had better be a very patient person. You had a lot of bad memories of Medbay stemming back to the Nero incident.

But when it was time for your required annual boosters, you steeled your courage and headed down to Medbay. You immediately noticed blue tracks all over the floor, which made you smile and forget about your nerves for a bit. You watched the staff like a hawk.

Then it happened. Doctor McCoy approached you and you could see the immediate blue marks he made with every step.

You gasped and covered your mouth.

Leonard was jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of your gasp.

“Are you alright?” he immediately asked.

“Oh, yes,” you assured him. “Did you know you’ve been leaving a trail of blue footprints everywhere you go?”

“No…….?” He was puzzled for a second until his gaze caught the trail of orange prints that led to you. His eyes widened.

“Oh.” He said in a stunned voice before coming a little closer and looking you over.

“Well, yours are orange, by the way,” he informed you, a smile breaking out on his handsome face.

You were dazzled and had to stifle a squeal.

“Finally! I’ve been trying to find you for months!”

“I’ve seen traces of you, but they were few and far between,” your soulmate replied. “What department are you in?”

“Astronomy,” you answered. “I get holed up there for a long time, though sometimes I’m on the bridge with Commander Spock when we’re doing some charting.”

“Ah, that explains it,” he nodded. “I think we just missed each other more than a few times.”

“Mystery solved!” you added happily. “I’m so glad to meet you, Leonard. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Leonard’s eyes twinkled at you.

“I bet you have. I’m a well known grump around these parts. Are you prepared to deal with that?”

You tipped your head sideways and pretended to ponder that for a moment.

“Yep. Jim told me your bark is way worse than your bite. There’s a difference between a mean grump and a grumbly grump. I think you’re the latter.”

Leonard chuckled.

“I shudder to think of what else Jim told you.”

“Oh, I took it all with a grain of salt. I’m gonna form my own opinions and right now that opinion is very hopeful,” you told him.

“You’re very sweet, Y/N,” he told you. “Now, according to soulmate protocol, I’ve got to find someone else to take care of your boosters, but I’d like to meet up with you after shift to talk about this some more. Sound good?”

You smiled. “Yes, doctor.”

[marvelouslytrekking]

Unbelievable

Pairing: Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader Summary: Written from the prompt: "I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so." Word Count: 1417 Warnings: Mention of death, yelling, knife, injury, brief mention of disaster A/N: I haven't written much in forever and today I opened Google Docs to maybe try and write and I found this untitled and just sitting there. I really don't remember writing this but I guess I did so here it is! Enjoy :)

You were on a planet that had just had a major natural disaster hit their capital city. There were many casualties and you had come in to offer assistance and to bring them much needed supplies.  You were at a medical facility helping to triage people coming in with various injuries.

You had been tasked with assessments before directing the injuries to the treatment they needed. You were also helping with some of the more minor injuries if there was a lull in people coming in. While you knew your work was less exhausting than that of some of the other doctors and nurses who were doing back to back surgeries or other more intense work, you were still exhausted. You were also sure you had skipped a few breaks and honestly weren’t sure how long you had been at this posting. 

As if he had read your mind, suddenly Dr. McCoy appeared beside you. “I swear I haven’t seen you take a break all day. When was your last break?” He questioned.

“I honestly don’t remember,” You told him truthfully. 

“Well then what are you doing standing here, shoo, go take a break and come back a little refreshed.” 

You went to argue but he gave you a look that told you not to even try. You sighed and dramatically handed off the padd to another nurse before you stepped out of the school that had been turned into a makeshift hospital.  You immediately took a deep breath and realized just how long you had been cooped up in that building. You would never admit it to Bones, but you had desperately needed the break.

You had started to go for a walk. You should have probably been more exhausted than you were but you found yourself being restless. You didn’t want to get yourself lost so you were just walking around the block because you would be able to keep the school in your vision and you knew this area was one of the least affected so you wouldn’t find yourself in rubble and impassable areas. 

You had rounded the corner of the back of the building happy to be away from the chaos and be able to enjoy some quiet when you notice a man approaching. “They killed my wife! How could they let her die!” You heard him yelling. You felt bad for him, he had just gone through a tragedy and it wasn’t something that could be helped. It had seemed that he was just yelling at the world and not anyone in particular, but suddenly he was directly in your face. “How could you let them kill her!!” 

“I’m so sorry for your loss sir, but I am sure they did everything that you could.” You tried to diffuse the situation. You were trying to remember if you had seen this man when you were triaging people, but you had seen hundreds of people and at a certain point, the faces began to blend together. 

“No! You said she’d be okay, that it was just a simple injury and then we waited hours and now she’s dead. You killed her!!” 

You were trying to process what he was saying but before you could say or do anything, he was lunging at you. You hadn’t been prepared for the attack so he managed to knock you down on the stairs behind you. You were trying to push him off you when you heard the back doors opening and someone yelling. You let out a breath of relief when the commotion scared the man off and he ran off within second of the person starting to yell at him. 

“Oh my god! y/n, are you okay?!” You suddenly released the voice was that of Dr. McCoy. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You responded. You were still a little stunned from the encounter and you began to slowly pull yourself up to a better seated position.

You watched as the doctor looked you over. You rolled your eyes, “You know, I am a nurse, when I say I am fine, I mean it,”

“ Well, I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so." He responded with an annoyed look.

“What are you,” You started to respond before looking down to where his eyes were and realizing that he was right, there was a knife sticking out of your thigh. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” He sighed, “So how ‘bout we get you back inside and get you taken care of.”

“I am pretty sure this is a yellow case at best, I can take care of this myself. I am sure you have much more important things to be dealing with.” You told him. However, you did allow him to help you get up from the stairs. You made sure not to put any weight onto your left leg. 

“Well I think having my favorite nurse out of commission puts you higher on the priority list” He told you.

“Oh, and here I thought you didn’t have favorites.” You chuckled.

“Don’t tell Christine, she’ll be very upset and no one wants that.” He joked.

“Your secret is safe with me.” You smiled. 

You still wanted to protest that you could take care of yourself, but you also had to admit, you didn’t mind being taken care of by the doctor so you allowed him to lead you to a table and to patch you up. 

“What happened?” He asked gently as he began to cut the fabric of your uniform pants away from the knife blade. 

“I really don’t know. It happened so fast. He was yelling about how his wife died and then next thing I knew he was in my face saying I killed his wife and then before I could even try to respond, he had jumped me.” You explained. “I was trying to remember who his wife was. He said I told him it was a minor injury. I don’t know if I diagnosed her wrong. I mean maybe I am to blame.”

“Hey,” Bones stopped what he was doing, putting his hands on your shoulders and forcing you to look at him, “You did not kill her. You have been doing your job to the upmost degree, there is a lot that can go wrong when we are trying to take care of this many people. We can’t control everything, he was just misplacing his anger. You are not to blame.” 

“I mean, what if I am though?” You were trying to listen to what he was saying but all you could think about was how you couldn’t even remember who the women who died was. “I mean I can’t even remember looking the women over, what if I over extended myself and was too tired and missed something.”

“Listen, I know what you're going through right now, but honestly if you don’t remember her you might not have even been the one to look her over. And I promise, as your direct superior, I would not have let you stay here if I thought you were a danger to yourself or others. Nor would you let yourself get to that point.”

You knew he was right but it was so hard to believe it when you stopped to think about the life that was lost. 

“Thanks Len,” 

“Anytime. You know where to find me if you need to talk about this type of stuff.” He told you. From there he worked in mostly silence. He made sure to warn you of incoming pain and apologized when you winced anyway. 

“Alright you’re all good. Now get yourself back to the ship and rest for a while.” He instructed once you were patched up. 

“Wait, I thought this was about making sure I could get back to work?!” You protested. 

“You have already been here well over the maximum allowed for hours, and you were just stabbed. You need to get some rest. Once you have had a good 10 hours off, you can come back and work if you’re feeling up for it.” 

“But-” You tried to interject. 

“No buts. Get some sleep. That’s an order.” He said, authority behind the statement. 

“Fine, but I am not going to be happy about it.” You gumbled. 

[discoonthegrass]

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[spacejellycreates]

Leonard "Bones" McCoy x reader

You walk into sickbay with some files to deliver to McCoy, but what you see as you enter is a sorry sight indeed. Bones has a tendency to overwork himself, and today is no exception. His head rests on his palm, elbow propped up on the desk, and there are large bags under his eyes. In truth, he looks exhausted.

You go to hand him the files, and he looks up at you with a tired smile. "Thanks, Lieutenant, I'll get right on those."

As he reaches out to take them, however, you move them out of his reach, chastising him, "Oh no, you won't. You need a break, Doctor."

He groans, reaching out for the files again. "Would you just-" You swap them to your other hand. "Hand me the damn-" You hold them above your head. He gives up and folds his arms, glaring up at you from his seat at his desk.

"No, Leonard. Not until you've had a break. Please, for me?" You give him your most exaggerated puppy dog eyes. He knows you're just joking around, but somehow it works on him anyway.

He sighs, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance. "Alright. Alright, you win. I'm certainly not getting any work done until you leave anyhow."

You beam at him. "Thank you, Bones. I'm very happy to hear that." You put the files down and take his face in both your hands. "You'll work yourself into the ground if you're not careful."

You run your thumbs over his cheeks, and he can't help but close his eyes. "You're too good to me, you know that? I don't deserve you," he mutters.

"Hush, now. Don't be silly. Of course you do." You move closer, sliding one of your arms around his shoulders while your other hand presses his head against your body. He gives a pleasantly surprised hum and wraps his arms around your waist. "You ought to take better care of yourself. You're such a hypocrite," you tease.

He chuckles. "I suppose I am." You run your fingers through his hair, and he sighs, leaning more of his body weight against you. "It's probably about time someone called me out on it," he mumbles. You can feel his muscles beginning to relax, the tension in his body finally releasing. You tighten your grip, holding him more firmly against you, rocking the two of you back and forth. "M'gonna fall asleep if you're not careful," he slurs his words a little when he speaks, highlighting his point.

"Well, we can't have that now, can we?" you reply, dropping your hands down to his shoulders and pushing him away a little, "You're still on the clock." He grumbles for a moment until he sees you leaning down to kiss his forehead. You pull back to look him in the eyes. "Promise me you'll go easier on yourself?"

He gazes up at you, eyes shining with affection and perhaps some tears, though you pretend not to notice. "I will, I promise." Then, with a hint of that textbook Bones sarcasm, he adds, "Doctor's orders."

"Good." You give his shoulder a squeeze before stepping back, arms dropping to your sides. As you leave the room, you turn back to point at him. "You'd better!"

He picks the files up, smiling to himself. For the rest of the day, he is in an uncharacteristically good mood, and no one can figure out why.

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Hello! I'm not sure if your requests are still open or not but if they are I have a request.

Could you please do a Spock x Reader fic. Plot: Spock is protective of the reader after they get hurt. Any form of protective Spock fic is good!

Thank you! And if your requests are closed/you don't want to do this that's fine no pressure! 💖

A soft spot for logic

Word count: 1.4k

Pairing: Spock x Gn!reader

My request are still open. Don’t be shy and drop your request. XX

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As you lie on the bio-bed in sickbay, your side aching from the mission gone wrong, Spock stands at your bedside, arms crossed and eyes fixed on you with a stern look that you’re all too familiar with by now. His lips are pressed into a tight line, and the tension radiating from him is palpable.

“I informed you multiple times before the mission that your participation was not only unnecessary but highly illogical,” Spock says, his voice clipped. His posture, rigid and controlled, reflects his rising frustration. “Yet you insisted on joining despite the statistical probabilities.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes. “I know, Spock. You’ve mentioned it about a hundred times already.”

“Clearly, the repetition is required if you continue to disregard logical advice,” he retorts, his brow furrowing slightly. “Your injury was entirely preventable had you stayed aboard the Enterprise as advised.”

“I get it, okay? I didn’t plan on getting hurt.” You wince as you shift slightly, your injury still throbbing.

Spock’s eyebrow arches. “Planning or not, your actions increased the probability of such an outcome.”

You glare at him. “Seriously? Are you going to lecture me while I’m lying here injured? What do you want, an apology?”

“I do not require an apology,” Spock replies coolly, “though an acknowledgment of your recklessness would be logical.”

“Reckless?” you snap. “I made a judgment call, Spock. I thought I could help.”

Spock doesn’t flinch, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—something that hints at more than just annoyance. “Your desire to assist is admirable, but it does not supersede the need for logical decision-making. You endangered yourself needlessly.”

Before you can respond, the doors to sickbay slide open, and in walks Captain Kirk, a grin already tugging at his lips as he surveys the scene.

“Oh boy, here we go,” Kirk says, strolling in with a relaxed swagger. “Spock’s lecturing again, isn’t he?”

You glance over at Kirk with a look of relief. “You have no idea.”

Kirk saunters over, leaning casually against the bio-bed. “Let me guess. Spock’s telling you how illogical it was for you to go on the mission, how you didn’t need to be there, how you should’ve stayed on the ship—am I right?”

Spock straightens, his expression stiffening. “Captain, I am merely reminding them of the facts. Their decision to join the mission was unnecessary and resulted in injury.”

Kirk chuckles, shaking his head. “Spock, you’ve got a way with words, but I’ve never seen you get so worked up over an injury before. You sure there’s no personal stake here?”

Spock’s eyes narrow, his tone more clipped than before. “I am responsible for the safety of the crew. It is my duty to ensure that all personnel make logical choices, especially when their actions jeopardize—”

“—jeopardize their safety,” Kirk finishes with a knowing smile. “Yeah, we’ve heard it all before. But you seem a little extra… invested in this one.”

Spock’s gaze shifts to you for a moment before he turns back to Kirk. “Captain, I do not ‘invest’ in individuals. My concern is purely logical.”

Kirk leans in, his grin widening. “Uh-huh. Purely logical, right. Nothing to do with how you’ve been hovering over them since they got hurt?”

You suppress a smile, watching Spock’s face tighten in barely concealed frustration. “Hovering?” you say, smirking. “He hasn’t left my side.”

“I am merely ensuring that the medical staff fulfills their duties appropriately,” Spock says, his tone defensive. “It is standard procedure.”

Kirk laughs, giving you a wink. “Spock, you’re the worst liar I’ve ever seen. Admit it—you care.”

Spock stiffens even more, if that’s possible. “Captain, I do not possess emotions in the way you suggest.”

Before Kirk can tease him further, the doors to sickbay hiss open again, and in comes Dr. McCoy, already frowning as he takes in the scene. “What in the name of all that’s logical is going on here?” Bones mutters as he strides over to your bio-bed. “Spock, if you’re going to stand there glaring at them, at least make yourself useful and grab the medkit.”

Spock moves without a word, retrieving the medkit as McCoy begins to scan your injury. “And you,” McCoy says, casting you a sharp look, “what the hell were you thinking, going on that mission? Didn’t you hear a word Spock said?”

You wince as the scanner passes over your injury. “I heard him. I just… didn’t think it would go this badly.”

“Of course you didn’t,” McCoy snaps. “That’s the problem with people like you. You get it in your head that you’ve got something to prove, and next thing you know, you’re in here with half a plasma burn.”

“I’m fine, Bones,” you say, trying to downplay the injury. “It’s not that bad.”

McCoy gives you a hard look. “Oh, it’s bad enough. And you’re damn lucky it wasn’t worse.”

Spock returns with the medkit, handing it over with his usual precision. “Doctor, their decision was ill-advised, but the outcome is fortunately not life-threatening.”

“Yeah, no thanks to you pacing around here like a worried parent,” McCoy mutters as he examines your wound. “I’ve seen you handle injuries before, Spock, but this is different. You’ve got that twitchy look in your eyes.”

Spock’s eyebrow shoots up. “I do not experience ‘twitchiness,’ Doctor.”

“Oh really?” McCoy says, not even glancing up as he works. “Then why’ve you been hovering like a mother hen?”

You glance over at Spock, hiding a grin. “He’s been like this since we got back. You should’ve seen him on the shuttle ride over—didn’t say a word, just kept looking at me like I was about to keel over.”

Spock’s expression hardens slightly, but there’s a faint shift in his eyes that catches your attention. “I merely ensured that you received immediate medical attention. Any perceived… hovering is your own interpretation.”

Kirk laughs from where he’s leaned against the wall. “Oh come on, Spock, don’t be so modest. You’ve been glued to their side this whole time.”

Spock looks like he’s about to argue, but McCoy cuts in. “The Captain’s right. You’re acting like you’ve got some kind of emotional attachment.”

Spock’s gaze flickers, but his tone remains steady. “I assure you, Doctor, my actions are entirely logical.”

“Sure they are,” McCoy mutters, running another scan. “Just like it’s logical for you to spend the last two hours in here watching them like a hawk.”

You glance up at Spock, raising an eyebrow. “You stayed in here the whole time?”

Spock clears his throat, his discomfort barely visible. “It was necessary to ensure proper medical treatment.”

McCoy chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “Uh-huh. Necessary. Right.” He glances at you with a smirk. “Looks like Spock here’s got a soft spot for you.”

Spock immediately straightens, his posture even stiffer. “I do not possess ‘soft spots.’”

Kirk steps forward, still grinning. “You keep saying that, Spock, but it’s starting to sound like you’re not even convincing yourself anymore.”

Spock’s eyes narrow, but instead of responding, he turns his attention fully to you. “You should rest now. Prolonging this discussion will not aid your recovery.”

You give him a teasing smile. “Are you actually *worried* about me?”

Spock hesitates, his jaw tightening slightly. “I am merely… ensuring that you recover properly.”

You can’t help but laugh softly. “That sounds suspiciously like concern.”

Spock’s eyes meet yours, and for the briefest moment, there’s something softer in his gaze—a vulnerability that he quickly shields behind his usual Vulcan demeanor. “If you wish to interpret it that way, I cannot stop you.”

Kirk bursts out laughing at that. “Wow, Spock, that’s practically a declaration of love coming from you.”

Spock’s lips tighten, and he turns abruptly, heading for the door. “If you will excuse me, I have duties to attend to.”

As he leaves, McCoy chuckles to himself, shaking his head. “Green-blooded hobgoblin’s got a heart after all.”

You smile to yourself, feeling a warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the medkit or the injury. You glance at Kirk, who winks at you before turning to follow Spock.

“Take it easy on him,” Kirk says with a grin. “He’s got a soft spot for you, even if he doesn’t know it yet.”

As they leave, you settle back into the bio-bed, the teasing and bickering fading into a quiet sense of comfort. Maybe Spock wasn’t as unfeeling as he claimed.

[buglvr24]

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[noforkingclue]

Just One Year Chapter 21 (Bones x reader)

Just the epilogue to go now! Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me on this fic :)

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Jim, “If you do this I can’t grantee you’ll be back here.”

You took a deep breath and nodded. You were sitting opposite the Captain, hands folded in your lap, and you tapped your foot nervously. You had thought long and hard about this decision but you knew it was for the best.

“Last chance to change your mind?”

“It sounds like you don’t want me to leave.” You said with a small smile

“No Captain wants to lose a member of their crew.”

“I’ve hardly been here that long,” you said, “and I’ve mostly just stayed in the med bay with Bones.”

Jim gave you a knowing look and smirked which you chose to ignore. You felt your cheeks get hot and you instinctively traced over where your engagement ring used to be. Another nervous tick that you were slowly loosing.

“How are… things?”

It was strange to see Jim looking so uncomfortable.

“It was for the best,” you said with a sad smile, “it wasn’t working out and I think we both knew that. It’s going to take some getting used to being on my own again.”

“Which is why you need the company of your friends.”

“And my family is back on earth.” You said

“Are you sure you want this?”

You took a deep breath and nodded.

“It’s for the best.”

*

“I’m leaving.”

Bones paused for a moment not quite sure he heard you correctly?

“Bones?” you said as you sat down opposite him, “are you ok?”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes.”

“Why? I thought you liked it here.”

“I do,” you ran a hand over your face, “but I’ve decided to go back to the Academy.”

Bones put down his pen, slightly harsher than he intended. You winced at the noise and he slumped in his seat, the realisation of what you said finally hitting him.

“Sorry,” he said quietly, “I didn’t mean… I wasn’t expecting you to go.”

“To be honest neither was I.”

You bit your lip before continuing,

“But after what happened I realised that this really isn’t for me.”

“Working for me?”

“What? No!” you said suddenly, “working in medicine, I mean. It’s what my mother wanted me to do and now…”

You trailed off as you tried to find the right words.

“You’re you again,” said Bones, “a new start. Yeah, I felt like that after my divorce.”

“So you came here?” you said with a teasing smile

“I didn’t have much of a choice.”

“And do you regret it.”

“No.”

Bones’s gaze locked with yours and you smiled. He couldn’t help but return it. Moments like this, he realised, were so fleeting. He took them for granted at the time and now he wasn’t going to experience them again. You’d be leaving him.

“Look,” he said, “y/n. There’s something-“

“I’m not going to stay,” you said, “I’m sorry Bones but my mind is mind up.”

“Right,” the familiar feeling of heartbreak was returning, “right. Of course.”

“I know Bones,” you said, “I know because I-“ you cut yourself off before continuing quietly, “but it’s too soon. I tried to ignore but,” you took a deep breath, “it’s not the right time.”

“I understand,” Bones said, “what are you planning on studying.”

“I’m wanting to go back to engineering.”

“Right.”

An awkward silence settled over the two of you. Not being able to stand it any longer you stood up and walked towards the door. You looked over your shoulder and said,

“This needs to happen Leo. I’ll make sure to keep in touch.”

Keep in touch. Bones pursed his lips knowing what those three words really meant. You’d chat a couple of times and then work would get busy again or you’d be too preoccupied with your studies (as you should be!). Then the calls would get shorter and more awkward and then eventually they just wouldn’t happen.

He didn’t want that to happen.

He didn’t want you to go.

And maybe, from the look on your face, you didn’t want to go either. Still, you gave him one last smile before disappearing from his life, seemingly as easy as you came into it. He looked up when he heard someone come into his office again. To his surprise it was Christine.

“She does care.” She said

“Does she?”

“She does. And she will keep in contact.”

“You seem certain.”

“Now that Peter is out of her life I am. Maybe, sometime in the future she can find someone better.”

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 4) Chapter Eighteen

TOS! Spock x Empath! Spouse! Reader

Chapter Eighteen: Facing San Francisco

Summary: The Enterprise explores the past and meets some interesting creatures.

            (Y/N) looked around themself at the tall, grey buildings of San Francisco. People were talking and walking on every street corner, the streets were bustling with cars, and the mixture of auras and emotions were dense.

            Screech!

            The Starfleet officers jumped as a car nearly hit them, and Kirk slammed his hands down on the hood in a panic to stop it. The driver stuck his head out of the window and scowled, aura cloudy with frustration.

            “Hey, why don’t you watch where you’re going, you dumbass!” he shouted.

            “Well, double dumbass on you!” replied Kirk after a moment’s hesitation, waving the guy and the car away. He led the way to a street corner where a woman deposited a coin for a newspaper, and he sighed.

            “It’s a miracle these people ever got out of the twentieth century,” said Bones.

            “We’ve all had our bad moments,” said (Y/N), looking around at the city. The packed-together people was making their skin crawl at the vast array of emotions.

            Spock touched their arm, settling them, and (Y/N) looked at him gratefully.

            “They’re still using money,” said Kirk, looking at the place for coin-insertion. “We gotta find some.” He motioned. “Spock, (L/N), the rest of you stay here.” He paused. “The rest of you, break up. You look like a cadet review.” Awkwardly, the Enterprise crew obeyed, and Kirk just sighed, turning away.

            “Admiral—”

            “James or Jim while we’re here,” said Kirk.

            “Kirk, where are we going for money?” asked (Y/N).

            “Pawnshop,” said Kirk, pointing at a store.

            (Y/N) frowned. “Isn’t that for antiques?”

            “Yes,” said Kirk.

            “Admiral, I must inform you we’re from the future,” said Spock.

            “Don’t worry,” said Kirk.

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            “Yes. Eighteenth century American,” said the pawnshop owner, examining the spectacles Kirk had handed to him. “Quite valuable. Are you sure you want to part with them?”

            “How much will you give me for them?” said Kirk.

            “Excuse me, weren’t those a birthday present from Dr. McCoy?” said Spock.

            “And they will be again, that’s the beauty of it,” said Kirk.

            “Let’s not mention this,” said (Y/N) to Spock, and he nodded.

            “How much?” said Kirk.

            “Well, they’d be worth more if the lenses were intact. I’ll give you a hundred dollars,” said the shop owner.

            “…Is that a lot?” asked Kirk uncertainly.

            The shop owner stared at them awkwardly.

            “Can we buy some cheap sunglasses?” asked (Y/N), careful to avoid eye-contact.

            Kirk snapped his fingers. “Right.”

            The shop owner decided this group was weird.

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            (Y/N) adjusted the black sunglasses with gold rims in front of their face. They were round, sort of funky, so at least they fit the times. Kirk handed out a bit of money to each person carefully.

            “That’s all there is, so don’t splurge,” he reminded them. “All set? Good hunting.”

            Uhura and Chekov nodded before heading one direction, and Scotty, Sulu, and Bones nodded and headed the other. Spock, Kirk, and (Y/N) were once again heading up the street.

            “Well, Spock, (L/N), here we are,” said Kirk. “Thanks to your restored memory and a little bit of good luck, we’re walking the streets of San Francisco looking for a couple of humpback whales. How do you propose to solve this minor problem?”

            “Simple logic will suffice,” said Spock. “First, I believe I shall begin by making use of this map.” He paused before a map of the city. “I have the distance and bearing which were provided by Commander Uhura.” Kirk nodded and hovered over his shoulder.

            (Y/N) watched a bus roll up and tilted their head. Huh. The caricature of two whales was on the side, and a sign read “See George and Gracie! Have a Whale of a Good Time! Cetacean Institute, Sausalito.”

            “If we juxtapose our coordinates,” continued Spock. “We should be able to find our destination which lies at—”

            “Spock, Kirk, I think we should go to the Cetacean Institute in Sausalito,” said (Y/N).

            “What?” said Kirk.

            “There are two whales there named George and Gracie,” said (Y/N).

            “How do you know this?” said Spock.

            “The bus,” said (Y/N), pointing at the advertisement.

            “Ah. Logical,” said Spock.

            “Good spotting,” said Kirk, leading the way onto the bus.

            …And promptly leading the way off.

            “What does he mean, ‘exact change?’ ” said Spock.

            “I don’t understand human money and their ways with it,” sighed (Y/N).

            “Come on, let’s find a different bus,” said Kirk.

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            (Y/N) winced as loud music played through the bus. A guy with a mohawk and leather with spikes was hitting the sides of his speaker as he listened to the aggressive music. (Y/N) liked such music, but with all the negative emotions it was provoking in fellow passengers, it was becoming a headache to them and their empathic senses.

            “Excuse me,” said Kirk politely. No response. “Excuse me.” He spoke a little louder. “Would you mind stopping that noise?”

            The man stared at Kirk and cranked the volume higher. The grumbles among the rest of the passengers of the bus grated against (Y/N)’s senses, and they winced at the pinpricks of annoyance.

            Kirk leaned forward. “Would you mind stopping that damn noise?”

            The punk gave him the middle-finger, and Kirk glared. (Y/N) massaged their temple as the man’s anger radiated from him and danced with the music. Spock glanced at them and their discomfort. He leaned forward, totally calm, and placed a hand on the man’s neck. The punk froze and fell unconscious with a simple Vulcan nerve pinch. The music shut off as he slumped over it.

            All at once, the annoyance of the bus turned to relief as passengers clapped for Spock. Even Kirk gave him a nod of acknowledgement. (Y/N) smiled and touched their two fingers to his.

            “Thank you,” they whispered, and Spock nodded. Anything for his t’hy’la.

            Then, he looked at Kirk. “Admiral, may I ask you a question?”

            “Spock, don’t call me Admiral,” said Kirk. “You call me Jim sometimes, use that.”

            “That would be unprofessional while on a mission,” said Spock.

            Kirk sighed, and (Y/N) laughed. “What’s your question?”

            “Your use of language has altered since our arrival,” said Spock. “It is currently laced with, shall I say, more colorful metaphors, ‘double dumbass on you’ and so forth.”

            “You mean the profanity?” said Kirk.

            “Yes,” said Spock.

            “I noticed that, too,” said (Y/N). “Is it intentional?”

            Kirk shrugged. “It’s the way they talk here. Nobody pays any attention to you unless you swear every other word. You’ll find it in all the literature of the period.”

            “For example?” said Spock.

            “Well, the collected works of Jacqueline Susann, the novels of Harold Robbins,” said Kirk.

            “Ah, the giants,” said Spock, nodding.

            Kirk wondered if he knew that was a pun. Probably not.

            “Kirk,” said (Y/N).

            “Yes, (L/N)?” said Kirk.

            “Are you adjusting your language because this mission is like when the Iotians copied the book Chicago Mobs of the Twenties and you pretended to be a gangster?” asked (Y/N).

            Kirk smiled. “I suppose so.”

            “I hope there are less guns involved in this mission,” said Spock seriously.

            “And we’re lucky Kirk isn’t driving,” said (Y/N).

            “This is insubordination,” said Kirk, but he smiled warmly.

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            “Good morning.” At the Cetacean Institute, Spock, Kirk, and (Y/N) joined a small group of people waiting for a tour. Their tour guide smiled at the group, dressed in a pink skirt and blazer over a white blouse. “My name is Doctor Gillian Taylor, but you can call me Gillian. I’m assistant director of the Maritime Cetacean Institute. So, please follow me, and just give a yell if you can’t hear me, okay?”

            Gillian turned and started them on their walk of the institute. “The Cetacean Institute is the only museum in the world exclusively to whales. As you can see, we have a great deal to offer—” she gestured to a variety of informational placards and artifacts “—but that is small compared to what we know or, rather, what we don’t know about whales. The first commonly held misconception is that whales are fish.” She pointed at some life-sized figures of black and white whales—“Orcas” read (Y/N). “They’re not. They’re mammals, just like you and me, warm-blooded, needing air to breathe, and producing milk to nurse their young.”

            “Do whales attack people like in Moby Dick?” asked a young man.

            “No,” said Gillian, smiling kindly. (Y/N) liked her aura. “No, most whales don’t even have teeth. They have soft, gum-like tissue that strains vast amounts of tiny shrimp for food. And that is the limit of their hostility. Unfortunately, their principal enemy is far, far more aggressive.”

            “You mean man,” said Kirk.

            “To put it mildly,” said Gillian. Her emotions turned sorrowful. “Since the dawn of time, men have harvested whales for a variety of purposes, most of which can be achieved synthetically at this point.” She pointed at an old recording of such hunting. “A hundred years ago, using hand-thrown harpoons, man did plenty of damage.” She gazed at the dead whales onscreen. “But that is nothing compared to what he has achieved in this century. This is mankind’s legacy, whales hunted to the brink of extinction. Virtually gone is the blue whale, the largest creature ever to inhabit the Earth. Despite all attempts banning whaling, there are still countries and pirates currently engaged in the slaughter of these inoffensive creatures.

            “Where the humpback whale once numbered in the hundreds of thousands, today there are less than ten thousand specimens alive,” explained Gillian. “And those that are taken in are no longer fully grown. In addition, many of the female whales are killed while still bearing unborn calves.”

            “To hunt a species to extinction is not logical,” said Spock.

            “Who ever said the human race was logical?” said Gillian. “Now, if you’ll follow me, please, I’ll introduce you to the Institute’s pride and joy.”

            She led the tour group outside to where the sun beat down on a large pool of seawater. A crest of a whaleback broke the water before diving once more.

            “This is the largest seawater tank in the world,” said Gillian. “And it contains the only two humpback whales in captivity.” She leaned on the railing to the enclosure as a whale crested beneath the water.

            (Y/N) smiled at the whales, leaning over and looking down at the water with Kirk and Spock.

            “They are mature humpbacks weighing forty-five thousand pounds each,” said Gillian fondly. “They wandered in San Francisco Bay as calves and were brought here. We call them George and Gracie.”

            “It’s perfect,” whispered Kirk to Spock and (Y/N). “A male and female humpback in a contained space. We beam them up together, consider ourselves lucky.”

            (Y/N) watched George or Gracie float by. Could these whales be the key to saving Earth several centuries in the future? (Y/N) hoped so.

            “Beautiful, aren’t they?” said Gillian. “And extremely intelligent. Now, if you’ll follow me, please.” She walked to the side of the tank to where stairs led down below. “Despite all that they are teaching us, we have to return George and Gracie to the open sea.”

            “Why is that?” asked Kirk.

            “Well, for one thing, we simply don’t have enough money to keep feeding them two tons of shrimp per day,” joked Gillian.

            “How soon?” asked (Y/N).

            “Soon,” said Gillian, frowning. “It’s too bad, too, because they’re really quite friendly, as you could see. I’ve grown quite attached to them.” She led them to glass windows to look into the enclosure where George and Gracie swam. “And now here’s a much better way to see George and Gracie. Underwater.”

            (Y/N) watched the two whales swim by, elegant and in sync. Around them, the sound of whale call echoed, low and beautiful.

            “What you’re hearing is recorded whale song,” said Gillian. “It is sung by the male. He’ll sing anywhere from six to as long as thirty minutes and then start again. In the ocean, other males will pick up his song and pass it on. The song changes every year, and we still don’t know what purpose they serve.”

            Splash! A man in white shorts, an undershirt, and a bandana swam towards the two whales. Gently, he placed his hands on the hide of the nearest whale.

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. Their husband was swimming with the whales. Spock!

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[janeykath318]

The Dangers Of Unknown Plants (Leonard McCoy x Reader)

“Leonard, why is the sky yellow? What are all those dancing lights in front of me……ohhh, they’re turning into spirals and flowers!! Weeeee….”

You burst into uncontrollable giggling, pointing at said “flowers” happily. Everything was very amusing to you in your current state of spore induced bliss. You’d been gathering samples of the planet’s native flora when one brightly colored tulip like flower had puffed pollen in your face. You’d sneezed a lot and started feeling very strange. Dr. McCoy was watching you closely and Spock was investigating the plant. 

“High as a kite,” Leonard sighed, watching you twirl around in glee. He’d seen this before, but you were the cutest and funniest stoned scientist he’d ever seen. 

“Purple bunnies! Look how cute! I want to pet one!” you yelled, wobbling toward the imaginary rabbits. You tripped and Leonard caught you before you face planted onto a rock.

“Nope. Sit your pretty self back down, Y/N,” he ordered. “You’re too out of it to go prancing around.” 

You plopped down with a pout. 

“Spoilsport,” you grumbled, turning your sappy smile on him. Boy, was he handsome!

“You’re super hot,” you observed dreamily, eyeing him up and down. “Such broad shoulders…….great jaw line…..pretty eyes……that dimple.” 

You booped his chin and giggled again. 

“I should ask you out, handsome,” you said.

Leonard’s eyebrow raised. 

“Oh, should you now?” He asked amusedly. 

“Absolutely. You’re gorgeous, doctor.” 

You batted your eyelashes. 

Another voice joined the party and you barely recognized the Captain speaking, so focused were you on ogling Leonard, who didn’t seem at all bothered by it. 

“How is she, Bones?” Jim asked.

“Oh, still flying pretty high. She’s having fun hitting on her husband.” 

Husband? You searched your hazy brain and finally managed to conjure up a memory or two. Oh, yeah. You’d married him. Your grin grew larger.

“I have good taste, don’t I, Captain?” you asked with a lopsided grin.

“Impeccable taste, Y/N,” Jim agreed. “Bones here is quite the catch.”

He winked at his friend.

“Dammit, Jim, I’m a doctor not a prize fish,” grumbled Leonard mildly. You almost fell over from laughing so hard and you were pulled into his arms.

“Alright, I think we’ve had enough,” he sighed. “It’s back to the ship with you until this wears off.”

Jim nodded and you made a sad face. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but it’s for your own safety. I don’t want you hurting yourself while you’re out of it. Bones will take good care of you.” 

“Oh, I bet he will,” your grin turned naughty and you could hear Leonard sigh. 

“It’s gonna be a long day,” he muttered. 

You patted his arm.

“Aww, I’ll cheer you up, honey,” you promised, batting your eyelashes again. 

“You are incorrigible, darlin’,” he said affectionately. “Now let’s get you home.”

“Yay!” you cheered. 

 As you and Leonard disappeared, Jim turned to Spock. 

“Well, that was interesting. You think she’ll be affected for a while?”

“Given the dose she was exposed to and the potency of it, I would say so, Captain,” the commander confirmed, busily making notes. “Leonard may have a rather…….interesting……few hours if her current behavior continues until this wears off.”

Jim grinned. 

“He sure will. Good luck, Bones,” he murmured under his breath. 

[marvelouslytrekking]

A Much Needed Nap

Pairing: Leonard/reader Summary: The exhaustion from multiple crisis made a relaxing night very needed. Even if it meant forgetting something important. Word Count: 1037 A/N: It's been awhile but I was in need of something soft and could use a nap myself so this all but wrote itself. Hope you enjoy.

You knew that when you had enlisted in Starfleet that rest would not be something you would be all that familiar with, however, you hadn’t expected it to feel just so never ending. You knew it was the curse of getting assigned to the flagship, an assignment you would not give up for anything, expect right now, maybe a nice long nap would have you trading in your rank without much of a second thought.

You tried very hard to keep yourself balanced, however part of that balance was making sure you spent time with your friends, but between the back to back disasters and then the mandatory fun the captain would set up to help everyone “decompress” you felt like you have had no time to just relax, unless you were asleep but even that was limited. 

So when Uhura had asked you to get drinks with her after your shift, you didn’t even feel bad for turning her down, you must have looked like you needed the break because she didn’t even ask a second time. She was good at respecting boundaries, but she also liked to try and convince you to join her in shenanigans, so her not trying to entice you, even slightly, was a sign that you looked as exhausted as you felt. 

You sighed happily as you slipped into lounge clothes, you couldn’t even think of the last time these sweats had made an appearance. You plopped yourself on the couch and pressed play on the first movie that came up on your padd. You heard your doorbell go off and you groaned, you hadn’t even made it 10 minutes into the movie. Maybe Nyota had changed her mind and was going to try and force you out with her. 

“Come in” You shouted, too lazy to move to see exactly who it was. You barely even turned your head to look at who you had just let enter your space. 

“From the look of it, I am going to assume you’ve forgotten of our planned date.” You heard a gruff voice say from your doorway, a slight chuckle in his voice. 

“Oh my god!” You sat up rather quickly to look up and see Leonard with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a rather nice looking outfit on. You had been so busy the last few weeks, you and Leonard had barely had time to even see each other in passing. You had finally synced calendars and made plans to have a nice sit down date, one that was more than a 5 minute lunch, or 15 conversation before you both passed out in one of your beds. “It completely slipped my mind, I am so so sorry Len. If you give me like 10 minutes, I can be ready.”

You stood up and walked over to him, reaching up to pull him into a kiss, “The flowers are lovely” You toyed with one of the leaves, smiling at how much thought he had put into getting them for you. 

“You’re fine, you look exhausted,” He frowned slightly when he took in just how true that statement was.

“And here I was about to say how handsome you looked, and you’re saying I look terrible” You huffed. 

“Now don’t put words in my mouth, I said you look tired, not terrible.” He glared at you, “How could I possibly think you look terrible when you look so adorable in my sweatshirt.”

You tried and failed to hold back the smile at his comment, “I don’t remember this being yours.”

“Probably cause you stole it forever ago.” 

“Well anyway, just make yourself comfortable, and I will get changed.” You told him, “though don’t even ask, you’re not getting this hoodie back.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” He smiled, “But no need to change, we can just stay in. Looks like you just started a movie, and I would hate to make you not finish that, plus i could use a nice calm evening too”

“Are you sure? I feel terrible about ruining plans that you clearly took time to make.” You frowned. 

“It really wasn’t anything crazy, we can rain check it until you have had more sleep.” He told you, sincerity in his voice. 

“Thank you, Len.” You smiled, pulling him into a hug. He didn’t hesitate wrapping his arms tightly around you, staying like that for a while, just happy to be in each other's arms. 

“How about, I get these beautiful flowers in a vase, you go change into something more comfy and we can just curl up on the couch, eat some shitty replicator food and watch the dumb movie I had started,”

“Sounds perfect” He planted a kiss on your forehead before passing the flowers off to you and heading in your room to find some of his clothes to change into. 

You had finished putting the flowers in a vase and placing them neatly on your counter before finding some food to replicate when Len came out with a few extra pillows and blankets from your room. Upon seeing how cozy he was about to make the couch, you had no doubt you would be finding yourself asleep soon but you were just happy to have some time to spend with Len quietly. 

As you set the food down on the coffee table, Leonard had gotten himself and the pillows and such situated. You then found yourself getting settled curled up against his chest. You each grabbed a bowl of food and ate in comforting silence as the movie neither of you were paying all that much attention to played in the background. Once you were done eating and the dishes were set aside, you felt Leonard lightly playing with your hair, a gentle kiss here or there placed on your hairline. It wasn’t much longer before you felt yourself slipping into a deep sleep. 

Before fully succumbing to the sleep that was gripping at you, you found yourself mutter a soft, barely audible, “Love you so much Len,”

“I love you too dear” Softly, with so much care behind the normally gruff voice was the last thing you registered before you were fully asleep.

[discoonthegrass]

The long-awaited polycule takes the stage, but perhaps our favorite captain should date you (yes, you!) instead?

If you want to send propaganda of your favorite ship, drop it in my inbox! Feel free to reblog in order to help this poll reach the most people! Remember to vote on the other polls in this round, listed here.

[etherealspacejelly]

Lay All Your Love On Me - Chapter 1

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Multi

Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series

Relationships:

James T. Kirk/Reader, Spock (Star Trek)/Reader, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader, James T. Kirk & Reader, Spock (Star Trek) & Reader, Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Reader, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock

Characters:

Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Reader, You

Additional Tags:

Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Leonard "Bones" McCoy Needs a Hug, Spock Needs a Hug (Star Trek), James T. Kirk Needs a Hug, They all get one, Touch-Starved, Reader-Insert, Beta Read by My Friend

Summary:

Your attempt to convince Bones to take better care of himself leads to the touch-starved triumvirate discovering that you are a very good hugger, and you are more than happy to provide them with the attention they so desperately need. Several cuddle sessions later, the three of them team up to return the favour.

There is no use of Y/N. Gender-neutral pronouns are used, and there is no physical description of you. Can be read as either romantic or platonic.

Is this another incredibly self-indulgent cuddle fic? Yes. Yes, it is.

Will be releasing a new chapter every day! (4 total)

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Heyyy I saw your post about writing for different fandoms. Do you still write for Star Trek?

Yes, I do. Glad you ask. I would really like to read your prompt for Star Trek. :) Xx

[noforkingclue]

Just One Year Chapter 19 (Bones x reader)

Just One Year tag list: @brilliantbutbatty, @440mxs-wife, @pile-of-bones-and-stars, @alindeluce, @stephdavies95, @bubblegum-star-trek, @waleyfish

Star Trek tag list: @strange-old-worlds, @stardustnerd

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsblue

“So we’re agreed then, lilies for the wedding?” asked Peter

“Hmm?”

You glanced up at the screen and gave Peter an apologetic look.

“Sorry,” you muttered, “it’s been a long day.”

“Oh yes,” said Peter sarcastically, “I forget how tiring it is doing paperwork.”

“It can be,” you said, “this is the Enterprise and there are lot of people. While computers help out a lot sometimes you need a human eye to go through things.”

“Oh yes,” the bitter tone was back in Peter’s voice, “I keep forgetting you’re on the Enterprise.”

You pursed your lips as you chose not to rise to Peter’s bait. Bones’s words echoed around your mind as you thought back to that other night. Are you happy? You thought you were but was because you were happy or because that was all you knew. You liked it on the Enterprise. You had your friends. You liked your job, that it wasn’t overly pressured. It finally felt like you had control over your life.

“-listening to me?”

“I think we should end things.”

A heavy silence fell over the both of you. Peter’s mouth was open in shock and it took you a second to realise that you had actually spoken out loud.

“You want to breakup? Not take a break…”

“Yeah, fully breakup.”

You winced at the hurt in Peter’s voice.

“You could at least give me the grace of looking at me when breaking up with me.”

You glanced at the screen and part of you wished that you hadn’t. Pain was etched all across Peter’s face despite his efforts to hide it.

“Why?” he asked, “Why after all we’ve been through. I thought you were happy.”

“I was.”

“Was,” Peter’s voice cracked slightly, “was. What happened?”

“We just… grew apart.”

“Don’t say ‘we’ like I had any part of this.”

“Fine,” you snapped, “I grew apart from you. I thought that having this space might make us stronger. Show us what might happen if we were assigned to different ships. And look,” you slumped against your seat, “we’ve been arguing more than ever. We can’t even agree on what flowers we want for our wedding.”

“We just did. We agreed on lilies.”

“No,” you said firmly, “you agreed on lilies. I wanted roses. See, this is what I’m talking about!”

“So we’re having a few communication issues,” said Peter desperately, “a lot of couples do. We can work through this!”

“And then there’s the reliance on your parents.”

“What about them?”

“We’re marrying each other. Decisions should be made between us, not us and your parents. And yet with every disagreement you turn to them.”

“When-“

“And our honeymoon. We agreed to go aboard and then, all of a sudden, we’re staying with your family in their cabin. You didn’t even discuss it with me.”

“I thought you would like it.”

“I wanted to go to Italy.”

“We can go to Italy any time.”

“We can stay with your family any time. And what about staying with my family? What makes yours better to stay with then mine?”

“Love-“

“I’m sorry Peter but it just isn’t going to work,” you fiddled with the ring on your finger, “I’ll find a way to get this back to you.”

You slipped it off and put it on the table. The clatter of it sounded too loud.

“Goodbye Peter.” You said before you turned off the video chat.

[starfleetimagines]

Hi hello. I know I’ve been mia for ages and I do have a longer post in my drafts about it but since Spotify wrapped came out I thought I’d do a little fic thing from it??

Send me a number between 1-100 + one of the following pairings or characters and I’ll write a little something about it!! **Note, to make things easier for myself and make me more comfortable writing, I will only write for femme readers for this. I may also dabble in writing in third person for reader-inserts. Also, I am not caught up with Picard, so any characters that appear in there will be written about from their original series (i.e., Seven of Nine)

Pairings:

Jonathan Archer/Trip Tucker

Julian Bashir/Elim Garak

Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway

Christine Chapel/Erica Ortegas

Beverly Crusher/Deanna Troi

Data/Geordi La Forge

Ezri Dax/Kira Nerys

Jadzia Dax/Kira Nerys

Jadzia Dax/Leeta

Kathryn Janeway/Seven of Nine

Harry Kim/Tom Paris

Jim Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy *AOS only

Seven of Nine/B'Elanna Torres

Seven of Nine/Samantha Wildman

Jim Kirk/La'an Noonien-Sing

La'an Noonien-Singh/Erica Ortegas

Tom Paris/B'Elanna Torres

Malcolm Reed/Trip Tucker

T'Pol/Trip Tucker

Characters (reader-inserts):

Chakotay

Christine Chapel

Ezri Dax

Jadzia Dax

Kathryn Janeway

Harry Kim

Ro Laren

Leeta

Seven of Nine

Kira Nerys

La'an Noonien-Singh

Erica Ortegas

Tom Paris

T'Pol

Malcolm Reed

Hoshi Sato

B'Elanna Torres

Trip Tucker

Samantha Wildman

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Tell me a story, Mama.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gSn2lA3

by Aria_died_last_Winter

"Mama, will you tell me a story?"

"Which one would you like to hear?"

"...The one with the key." She beamed.

"Darling, that's at least four of them alone. You have to specify. " I chuckled.

"The one with the cards, funny men and the cherry blossoms."

"Oh, that one. I suppose you're old enough." My gaze shifted down. I hadn't told that tale in a long time. "Well, if I tell you that tale there are a few more pieces of the story you must know."

"Such as?" She questioned.

"Well, there was a fox, twelve gems, an important revolver hand gun, a masquerade mask, and a man. A cunning, cruel, handsome, strange, kind man."

"Anything else of importance?"

I paused for a moment. "Yes, a few pomegranate seeds."

"Pomegranate seeds! Nah, wait! How are pomegranate seeds relevant to that plot?!" She squealed.

"Very actually, my darling child. Here, take your dinner and drink then go rest by the fire place, let's start from the beginning. Black, white, and grey. Everything was- is black, white, and grey." ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇

Words: 9, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Star Trek: The Original Series, The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Fred Weasley, George Weasley, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Bilbo Baggins, Tom Riddle

Relationships: Fred Weasley/Reader, George Weasley/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Tom Riddle/Reader, Bilbo Baggins/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader, James T. Kirk/Reader, James Potter/Reader, Spock/Reader

Additional Tags: Self-Indulgent, Assassination Attempt(s), Magic, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Noir, Self-Insert, Love Triangles

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gSn2lA3