#jim kirk fluff

[ivorydragoness44]

Jim Kirk x Reader: Racing

Word Count: 857 Warnings/Notes: A little bit of angst, given that the Reader is a little stressed and overworked (implied). Summary: The Reader is still anxious from the previous red alert and seeks out Jim who wants to make sure that they are well and comfortable.

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Making your way through the lit white hall, you let out a hefty sigh. The steady lights were a welcoming sight. The usual foot traffic helped to ease your racing mind. The sliding doors to the bridge were open and oddly inviting. As you passed through the threshold, you could see the activity lessening gradually. Multiple divisions still had a job to do. Their hands moved across the screens in front of them, checking and maintaining functions on and around the starship. It was as if you could still feel the tension ebbing. No one had noticed you walk through the entryway. If they did, it was only a glance.

From the only chair without a center console or screen in front of them, sat the one person of your focus. The command yellow shirt of their uniform made him stand out. Even if there were at least two others in the room bearing the same color. Captain Jim Kirk turned his head at the sound of your approaching steps. His vibrant blue eyes held a smile within them before one had the chance to appear on his face. “Lieutenant,” he nodded as you stepped over to the side of his chair. “What brings you to the bridge? Do you need anything?” A frown sank on your face as you looked at him. “My heart is racing, and it’s all your fault,” you said, your voice hardly above a whisper. Though you were minutely serious, you hoped he caught on to your intended humor. His brows rose, taking the corner of his lips with them. “Oh?” “Not like that!” You kept yourself from swatting a hand at his shoulder. “We were on a red alert.” “Right.” His words fell with his facial features at the memory. “But you’re all right…aren’t you?” You sighed lightly at his concern. It was genuine of course and you knew that. You just wished that the pair of you had a moment without the rest of the crew in earshot. “A little…off kilter, so to speak. Nothing broken or spun out into space on my end, so…doable, I suppose?” “Doable?” “Decent?” Jim gave a humorless laugh. “Who’s trying to reassure who?” Movement from the edges of your vision snapped you back to attention. “Everything is in working order and functioning correctly.” Faster than the Enterprise’s current speed, Jim’s eyebrows bundled together. He knew exactly which pointy eared, blue shirt wearing officer’s presence had created that reaction from you.

You stared at his thoughtful expression until you felt the need to dismiss yourself. But he spoke again before your legs could move. “Hold the lift for me?” He asked in a soft whisper.

With a nod, you spun on your heel and exited the bridge entirely. Carrying you through the hall, your legs moved briskly to your next destination. And as the door to the lift came into sight, you tuned into the nearing footsteps. Pressing the button, the lift door opened. Just as you took a step inside, Jim caught up to you. “Captain,” you gave a single nod when you turned in the empty compartment. “Lieutenant,” he replied, pressing another button to close the lift and determine a location in the ship. Closing your eyes, you took a long steadying breath. When you next opened them, he was standing in front of you. “What do you need?” He asked, eyes earnest and searching. Without an innate answer, you swooped into his embrace. You clung onto the first fabric layer of his shirt, and hoped that the tears would not break free. Not yet. Not in what you still considered a public space. “Hey, you’re alright,” he kissed the top of your head. “I got you. I got you and I won’t let go until you tell me to.” Burying your face deeper into his chest, you knew this was bound to happen. There had been two other red alerts in the past week. And it was not even the weekend yet. Not that it meant a day off for you. “Should I ask Doctor McCoy for some anti-stress meds or something?” You sniffled. “I will leave that up to you to decide. But I think there’s a shore leave coming up.” “There’s not,” you leaned back to look at him curiously, “believe me, I’ve double checked.” A smile peeked out as he gazed at you. “I think I can arrange something.” “Really?” “Yes, really,” he gave a quiet laugh at the hope sparkling in your eyes. The lift slowed to a stop and you retracted yourself from him. However, the sight outside was not where you needed to be. “Jim, this isn’t the deck I work on. This is the living quarters.” “I know,” he turned and gently ushered you out. “But my work—” “Can continue without you for the time being. I’ll sort things out for you. I give you my word.” “Thank you, Jim,” you smiled gratefully. “You’re welcome,” he said, reaching for the panel. “Who’s your favorite?” “Scotty,” you said, finally laughing when his jaw dropped at your answer, the lift door shutting completely.

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Thank you for reading!

This came about because I felt like I give more attention to McCoy than Kirk (I totally do. Sorry Jim.) Also, Happy Star Trek day!!

[eldar-of-zemlya]

Jim likes to pick up Spock after work at the Embassy. Sometimes, they drop by the store on their way home and get some wine for the evening. Jim is always so excited to finally see Spock after a long day of work, that he blabs the whole way home, while Spock silently listens, responding with occasional "hms" and "indeeds". Spock will never admit it but walking home from work with Jim is his favourite part of the day.

[lenievi]

was looking through stuff and found this Beyond snippet

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“I got you something.” Jim opened his fist. A silver talisman lay in his palm. Carpe diem written above an hourglass with wings.

McCoy frowned. “It’s not my birthday.”

“But I want you to have it.”

“Is it a tracking device?”

“Do you want it to be a tracking device?”

McCoy rolled his eyes.

“You can’t say it wouldn’t be useful the next time someone decides to kidnap you,” Jim said, crow's feet adorning his eyes. “But no, it’s just an ordinary pendant.”

“So… what’s the occasion?”

“It’s a Vulcan tradition to use amulets as a sign of engagement –”

“Stop right there!”

“We are not Vulcans, Bones.”

“Thank heavens.”

“But… the recent mission, the last year even, my birthday… it reminded me that the future is uncertain. That life is short. I want us to face the future together. I want this necklace to be the symbol of that.”

McCoy wet his lips.

“Can I?” Jim raised the pendant, his eyes boring into McCoy’s.

McCoy nodded, his heart loud in his ears, and Jim leaned closer and fastened the chain. McCoy breathed in. He was Jim’s. He was – his arms shot up and pulled Jim into a tight embrace. Jim let out a soft laugh and hugged him back, burying his face into the crook of McCoy’s neck. 

[darkness-and-books]

I like that your hand fits in mine

Jim Kirk x reader

I think I managed to avoid any descriptions of the reader. Reader is in engineering. Written from reader’s POV. Anyone can be referred to as sweetheart, no changing my mind. Reader has enough hair to have fingers run through it. warnings ⚠️ : brief description of burns

Word count: 562

It had been a long day quite honestly. The engine core had overheated, accidentally skimming that thing caused awful burns when it was totally within regulation. Unfortunately nobody had told me that it was overheating, admittedly though the fact that the whole room was a couple of degrees warmer should have given it away.

I was half asleep and nursing a cup of coffee when my hand scraped up against the core. It took me a second to even realise anything was wrong. It was Scotty who finally shook me out of my daze “If you hold yer hand there much longer you won’t have a hand!!” He warned. I looked down to see my hand red and blistering already. It hadn’t hurt until just now when I looked at it, but damn did it hurt now. I vaguely registered that Scotty had ordered an ensign to take me to the medbay. McCoy had given me a rather stern look when he saw my burn and that I was still holding the hot coffee. It was the kind of look that generally had me turning the other direction, and I would have if it weren’t for the fact that the ensign (who I still feel bad for not knowing the name of) had already given me over to McCoy for inspection. “I don’t know why Kirk still lets you be an engineer. How many core related injuries is this now?” He asked raising a brow at me. “Hell if I know, you’re the one with the medical logs” I muttered through a yawn. McCoy fixed me up with the dermal regenerator, the skin was better, but I can still feel the heat pulsating underneath. “Thanks” I muttered to McCoy as I gently prodded at the newly regenerated skin. “Please don’t bug it too much, and come check in with me tomorrow. Just go back to your quarters or you’ll probably hurt yourself worse” McCoy droned, did I just get grounded? Forget my quarters, Jim’s bedding is warmer and it’s not like anyone can tell me not to. I headed up to Jim’s quarters and kicked off my shoes as soon as the door closed behind me. I wrapped myself up in his bedding and took a deep breath in, it was comforting to be surrounded by Jim’s smell even if he wasn’t here right now. I could feel myself dozing off. ————— I woke up to the sound of the door sliding open. I heard Jim’s footsteps coming near just before the bed dipped. “Hey Sweetheart, what’re you doing here? Not that I’m not glad to see you” Jim cooed softly as he ran his hand through my hair. “Burned my hand and Bones sent me to my quarters” I murmured into the pillow. Jim chuckled “Well last checked these are my quarters” He joked patting me on the side. “Can I see it?” Jim asked, referring to my hand. He held it in both of his own hands. He kissed my hand gently, “Mind if I lay with you?” He requested as though it weren’t his bed I was laying in. I softly nod my head and he slips into bed with me, still holding my hand and now reaching for my other. “I like that your hands fit in mine” Jim whispered after kissing me gently on the cheek.

It might not be great, but hey progress, right?

Requests open

[sassypossumm]

Even If He Doesn't Love It

Literally no one asked for domestic James T. Kirk x Wife!Reader, but I would let this man respectfully break my bed so indulge me...

“Really, Jim.” Folding another shirt, you shook your head and rolled your eyes.

“What?” Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jim began peeling his socks off. “All I said was that no son of mine was going to be a Yankee’s fan.”

“I hardly see where there’s a need to make a fuss over what baseball team our son likes, Jim.” Reaching into the hamper you pulled out another shirt and shook several wrinkles loose before folding it.

“It’s the principle of the thing, Y/N!” Jim stood and walked over to you. Pausing, you put the shirt down and looked up at your husband.

“James Tiberius Kirk, I don’t even care if the child doesn’t like your archaic earth sports at all.” Jim narrowed his eyes at you and jerked his head back.

“Heresy.” Again, you rolled your eyes and resumed your folding.

“The kid hasn’t even been born yet, Jim.”

“I’ll convert you yet.” He grumbled, planting a kiss on your cheek before shuffling to the bathroom.

“I’d like to see you try!” You shouted, making sure that he could hear you over the running water. If the hearty chuckle was any indication, he did.

[schattengestalt]

My contribution to the K/S Spring Fever event on AO3. 🥰

I had lots of fun writing this story, check it out if you are in the mood for some old married Spirk. 🖖🏻

Summary:

Between teaching at the Academy, cuddling with their cat, and making lasagna, Spock is the happiest he has ever been.

Tags:

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek: The Original Series (Movies)

Relationship: James T. Kirk/Spock

Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Old Married Couple, Old Married James T. Kirk/Spock, Cats, Explicit Sexual Content, Couch Sex

Language: English

[spirkme915]

No Way in Hell

idk what this is, but here it is! @remusmoonshinezine posted a super sad fic a few days ago and i needed a massive dose of fluff, so i ended up writing this. it's pretty much spirk fluff & crack (from bones' pov) and i have so many regrets, but, apparently, not much shame. Edit: Now cross-posted to ao3

Leonard doesn’t have to look up from his padd to understand that the only question he needs to ask is, “Do I want to know?”

Jim is hovering outside his office door - shifting from foot to foot, indecisive - and, really, that’s indication enough that something has gone horribly wrong. Not life-threatening wrong, no - Jim is eerily calm when that particular dam is breached. And if it was something Jim could fix on his own then he would be holed up somewhere licking his wounds. God knows Jim doesn’t willingly visit sickbay unless it’s for a drink and a semi-tolerant ear as the captain moons over his untouchable first officer.

So, whatever happened, it’s somewhere in that mushy middle ground between death and pining.

“You probably should know, but…”

Leonard sighs, looks up. He’s on his feet - hypo in hand - before he’s thought to move. “Good god, man. What did you do? Stick a hornet in your eye?”

“Something like that.”

The hypo hisses as Leonard injects an antihistamine, then he’s poking at prodding at Jim’s eye, making sure that it’s only the lid and surrounding tissue that’s swollen up like a goddamn helium balloon and not the eye itself. Jim doesn’t protest the intrusion and that, more than anything, sets off Leonard’s internal Red Alert.

He steps back and targets Jim with his best time-to-‘fess-up glare. “There’s nothing in your eye and there aren’t any marks.”

“There, uh, wouldn’t be.” Jim blinks as the swelling begins to recede. “Am I good to go?”

“Am I going to get any answers out of you?”

Jim swivels on his heel, heading for door. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“And I’ll take that as a no,” he grumbles under his breath as Jim hightails it out of sickbay. He presses the comm button. “Sickbay to Spock.”

“Spock here.”

“I just gave the captain a heavy dose of antihistamines. He’ll be out for the night and should be good to go for Alpha tomorrow, but here’s your heads up in case you need to take the conn.”

A pause. “Understood, Doctor.”

Leonard rolls his eyes to the heavens. Jim waxing poetic about Vulcan agility and strength he can take; Spock’s brand of pining makes his head hurt.

“He’s fine. If you want to check on him later, though, go for it.”

“I will do so, Doctor.”

Leonard clicks off the comm before he mutters, “Of course you will.”

Goddamn idiots in charge of the ship. He isn’t paid enough for this.

---

He’s battling the computer over requisition forms the next time Jim shows up at his door. This time, his erstwhile captain is looking guiltier than the groom at a shotgun wedding.

Leonard surveys where Jim has his shirt-sleeves hiked up - skin on both arms spotted with hives. He glances at the garbled supply forms on his screen and briefly envies the tech department - their patients aren’t sentient.

He gives in to his fate and shuts off his screen. “Let me guess. Arm-wrestling with a cactus?”

“I haven’t been in the botany lab today.”

“Then you were ritually bathing your arms in Caitian milk.”

“What? I don’t know where I’d even get that -“

“The source is literally in the name, Jim.”

“- and anyway, isn’t that supposed to be beneficial for Human skin?”

“Not yours.” Leonard gets up from his chair, waving at Jim to come closer. “When did it start?”

“My apologies, Doctor,” Spock says as he suddenly appears in the doorway like a damn wraith. “I was notified that you are having difficulties with your terminal.”

“And tech sent you?”

“You are not known for your ‘bedside manner,’ particularly when you are experiencing frustration. To employ one of your colloquialisms, you ‘scare the pants off them’ in such circumstances.”

That’s actually…fair.

Leonard waves in Spock then refocuses on Jim. “You. Talk.”

“It started about thirty minutes ago. It was just one hive on my right hand and I ignored it, then…”

Despite the lingering nature of that sentence, Leonard is well aware Jim ain’t gonna finish it. Especially since his crush is leaned over a desk only footsteps away. Quite frankly, it’s a miracle he has Jim’s attention at all.

He sighs.

“Look, Jimmy boy. You gotta give me something to work with here.”

“Do I?”

Leonard has a hypo to Jim’s neck faster than Jim can rethink his shit-eating grin.

“Ow, Bones!”

“Serves you right. Get out of my sickbay.”

He doesn’t bother to tell Jim not to come back unless he’s willing to talk. It’s a threat with no teeth and Jim knows it. Even though he may question his life choices on an hourly basis - sometimes minute-by-minute - hitching his horse to Jim’s wagon is one of the best decisions he ever made. He’ll never tell Jim that outright, but he supposes that keeping the golden boy of Starfleet alive, despite his shenanigans, is proof enough.

He watches Jim saunter out - rubbing at his neck as he goes - then turns around. “Verdict, Mr. Spock?”

“I believe the captain will recover just as well as he did the last time. However, I have shared with him that it would be prudent to uncover the underlying cause for his reactions. It appears he has…rejected my advice.”

Leonard narrows his eyes. “I was talking about the computer.”

Spock freezes. Blinks. “Ah yes. I have found the error and rectified it.”

“Great. Now, tell me again why the first officer of the flagship is fixing my computer instead of a cadet?”

“My work is now complete, therefore the question is immaterial. Good evening, Doctor.”

As if it weren’t already ratcheted sky-high, the haughtiness factor flies off the charts when Spock stands, hands clasped behind his back. Even the door seems to swish shut more dramatically than usual.

Leonard isn’t fooled.

Spock came here to check up on Jim, and whatever Spock thinks Jim’s doing - or, hell, knows Jim’s doing - it’s something he doesn’t approve of. Add in the fact that Jim must know that Spock knows, because loverboy didn’t give the object of his obsession even a hint of a glance, and it all adds up to trouble. Possibly heartbreak. Definitely cattiness.

“Nope,” Leonard says out loud. He pops open his liquor cabinet, grabs a bottle, then props his feet up on his desk. “There is no way in hell I’m getting involved in that.”

---

God. Fucking. Dammit.

He’s going to have to get involved.

Jim is standing by the replicators, tray in hand, leaning in as he talks with a visiting Vulcan scientist. On the surface it would seem like any of the hundreds of professional encounters Jim has every day, but Jim’s lips are swollen. Which they definitely weren’t an hour ago, when Leonard just happened to catch Jim waltzing into the labs to greet said visiting Vulcan scientist.

It’s possible it’s another allergic reaction - one minor enough that Jim didn’t seek out Leonard’s help - but the cacophonous silence and phaser beam glare of his table mate tell him otherwise.

Spock hasn’t looked away from Jim and the Vulcan scientist since they walked in together.

Has he mentioned that the visiting Vulcan scientist - who spent the last hour alone with Jim in the lab and now Jim has swollen lips - is a Vulcan?

“So,” he says. “How about that Surak guy, huh? He really put that can-do attitude into Vulcan.”

Not even a hint of a disdainful twitch.

Leonard heaves a sigh.

And he thought suffocating, vaporized blood, and death were the worst things that could happen to him in space.

He’s going to have to get involved.

---

Despite being the emotionless one, it’s clear to Leonard what Spock’s thinking. It’s Jim he can’t get a handle on.

He has even less of a grasp when he walks into Jim’s quarters to find that the captain’s lips have morphed into grapefruits. He has his tricorder in one hand and his hypo in the other in two steps. Thankfully, he doesn’t need an additional appendage in order to deploy his righteous indignation.

“Can you breathe?”

Jim nods. “It’s just my lips not my tongue or throat.”

“Good. Then you’re not in immediate danger.”

He unleashes a flurry of hyposprays on Jim’s neck until Jim is swatting him away. “What the hell, Bones?”

“Me?” Leonard yells. “What the hell are you doing?”

Jim blinks. His lips flap. “What?”

Leonard grits his teeth. He’s surrounded by beings with the emotional intelligence of a turnip. “I thought that your lips were swollen from kissing one certain Vulcan, but this…” He reviews the tricorder readings again, frowns. “This doesn’t make any sense.”

“Wait. You knew?”

He scoffs. “You made it pretty damn obvious.”

“You can’t tell Spock.”

“You think Spock doesn’t know?”

“Shit. That’s why -“ Jim shakes his head. “I was trying to be discreet.”

Discreet my ass, is what he wants to say. But the hangdog expression on Jim’s face tells him that Jim is already chasing his tail. If Jim thinks he’s going to lure Spock in with jealousy, then he’s got another thing coming to him.

“Look. I know you think you know what you’re doing here -“ Jim opens his mouth to protest that and Leonard glares at him until those flappy lips close. “But you have a reputation that you and I both know isn’t accurate or deserved - relationships mean something to you. And as far as I can tell, it’s the same way for Vulcans. Hell, maybe even more so. So you better be damn sure what you’re doing.”

Jim deflates just as fast as his lips. “I know.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“So you don’t think this“ - Jim circles a finger around his lips - “is connected to…that.”

“No.” Leonard refrains from rolling his eyes clear out of his sockets and focuses on the tricorder again. Jim’s reactions started days ago and the visiting scientist just came on board - of course they’re not connected. “But we have to figure out what is causing it. Anything else you need to confess to, Don Juan?”

“I really don’t know what it could be, Bones.”

No, he really doesn’t. Leonard sees the frustration in the set of Jim’s jaw.

“I won’t make you take a trip to sickbay, but I’m going to need some of your blood to analyze. And if it happens again then come see me immediately so I can take readings while the reaction is happening.”

“Got it.”

The slump in Jim’s shoulders softens something in Leonard too. He stows away his righteous indignation - for now.

“Get some sleep, Jim. I’ll talk to Spock.”

Jim shakes his head, emphatic. “No. I need to do it myself.”

Not a turnip then. Maybe more like…a potato. At least Jim has eyes on the situation now.

Leonard takes some of Jim’s blood, takes his leave, and - of fucking course - runs right into Spock as soon as Jim’s door closes behind him.

He has half a mind to facetiously ask Spock if he’s taken on maintenance work now and is checking the bulkheads outside of the captain’s quarters for hull breaches, but everything about Spock is…droopy. Oh, he’s still all harsh angles and coiled muscle, but if Spock had whiskers or a tail then they’d be dragging on the ground. Seems fitting since Jim’s gone full wounded puppy and it’s likely the two of them are about to go at it like cats and -

Leonard’s eyes widen, the readings from his tricorder suddenly making sense.

“Wasn’t your last landing party with Jim on that planet with the emerald tigers?”

Spock inclines a brow. “That is...functionally correct. However, the Ji’ial call them klonukto, which in their language means -”

Leonard waves that away with a mumbled close enough and is halfway to the turbolift before Spock calls out, “May I ask if this is significant to the captain’s health, Doctor?”

Leonard stops, sighs, then turns around. Of course Spock is still concerned about Jim despite what he witnessed today - there isn’t anything logical about the way Spock feels about Jim.

“I think I may know what’s causing Jim’s reactions.”

“You believe it was initiated by our interaction with the Ji’ial.”

Sort of.

Maybe.

“It’s the strongest possibility right now,” he hedges. “I need to go run some tests.”

“I am gratified you have a new hypothesis to pursue.”

Instead of drooping, Spock…eases. That it’s a tangible shift says a whole hell of a lot - Spock is desperately relieved for Jim. Leonard’s guilt immediately takes over and, really? Why is he feeling guilty about Jim kissing someone else in order to make a Vulcan jealous? Not his monkeys, not his circus.

Of course, the words are tumbling out of his mouth before his I-don’t-give-a-shit kicks in. “If you’re going to see Jim, I don’t think you’re going to like what he has to say.”

“I am quite sure you are incorrect, Doctor.”

And, with that, Spock enters Jim’s quarters.

Leonard wants to smash his head against the bulkhead, but…whatever. Spock is gonna Spock and Jim is gonna Jim and never the twain shall meet.

“Not your monkeys, not your circus,” he reminds himself.

He has other mammals to think about.

---

Leonard stations his elbows on the lab table, drops his head into his hands, grips his hair in his fists, and pulls. If he’s also internally screaming, then, well, that’s his own business.

It’s not Ji’ial. Not Caitian.

He even requested a ship-wide scan to ensure they didn’t have a warm-blooded stowaway that accidentally got caught up in a transport beam or some ensign brought onboard to make the Enterprise more homey. No such luck.

Absolutely none of Jim’s readings make sense if there isn’t -

“Spock to Dr. McCoy.”

Leonard may just let a bit of that internal scream slip. He doesn’t have the patience for will-they-won’t-they drama right now.

He hits the comm button because, well, he always does. “What’s up, Spock?”

“You are needed in Jim’s quarters immediately.”

Leonard’s relatively sure that if Jim was on death’s doorstep then Spock would have some kind of inflection in his voice. The lack of it tells him Jim’s knee-deep in that mushy middle ground again.

“I’ll be right there.”

His hypos are locked and loaded when he steps into Jim’s room, all of them clattering to the deck when he takes in the plague-reminiscent tableau in front of him.

Spock stands - spine rebar straight - in a black robe, hands clasped behind his back. His hair is disheveled as if he just removed one of those pointy-nosed masks. He hovers next to Jim’s bed where the captain is laying naked, hives covering him head to feet, skin reddening and swelling. Even though Jim has the sheet draped over his delicate bits, Leonard is relatively sure that they continue all the way -

He winces. That’s gotta hurt.

Or, well, itch.

Or maybe both.

Yikes.

Spock tilts his head. “I believe your hypothesis that my biology is not causing Jim’s reactions is incorrect.”

Leonard’s tricorder drops to the deck too.

“Your what?!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Jim says. “Whoa. You said you knew. That it was obvious.”

“Obviously it wasn’t!” He stabs a finger at Spock. “What does he mean his biology?”

“You said I was kissing a Vulcan!”

“Yes. The visiting Vulcan science officer!”

“What? Why would I be kissing a Vulcan who’s not Spock?”

“That’s what I wanted to know!”

“Doctor,” Spock cuts in. “I believe you may want to attend to Jim’s breathing before it becomes more labored.”

Shit.

Spock’s right. Jim’s still able to yell but that’s not gonna last long.

He scoops up his supplies and crosses the room. Jim sags into the bed when the first wave of anaphylaxis meds hit his bloodstream, his respiration begins to even out. Leonard grits his teeth and holds his silence until he’s sure that Jim is easing back from the precipice.

It’s in that quiet that it hits him. He groans. “It’s likely that Vulcans evolved from felines.”

“That is the predominate theory, Doctor.”

He glares up at Spock. “And it never occurred to you that Jim is allergic to cats?”

Spock inclines a brow and opens his mouth, but it’s Jim who speaks first. “Go easy on him, Bones - it’s my fault. He thought it was the most likely scenario and wanted me to tell you, but I was trying to be discreet.”

“When have you ever been discreet, Jim?”

Jim shrugs. “It’s Spock.”

Leonard supposes that explains it all.

Relationships mean something to Jim. They may mean even more to Vulcans. And, well, this relationship has all the hallmarks of “legendary” stamped across it.

Goddamn legendary idiots.

He pushes another hypo into Jim’s neck, sighs. “And there’s the cure for your allergy.”

“That’s it?!” Jim’s eyes widen. “Why didn’t you give me that years ago?”

“Not a lot of Terran cats around these parts, so it should’ve been an unnecessary shot. But I suppose this ones hybrid physiology was tailor-made to set you off.”

Jim smirks.

Spock clears his throat.

Leonard wants to die.

Since there’s zero chance of him gracefully exiting this conversation, Leonard decides…fuck it.

“Congratulations on the sex,” he says. Jim turns a magnificent shade of red, but at least this time Leonard knows that reaction doesn’t need a hypo. Spock looks like he’s in physical pain. Leonard is gleeful. “But really? No more of it for at least twenty-four hours.”

Jim’s Yes, Bones comes through the sheet that Jim’s dragged up his chest to hide behind.

Knowing full well that the timer is already ticking down, Leonard looks up at Spock. “If I don’t hear from you twenty-four hours and five minutes from now, then I’m going to assume the shot worked.”

Spock’s lip twitches. “Understood, Doctor.”

---

Twenty-four hours and thirty-seven minutes later, Leonard is just about to close his eyes and crash when his comm beeps.

He swears into the silence of his quarters then hits the button to play the audio message from Jim.

“Uh, Bones? Question that may or may not be related to…yesterday. Spock doesn’t make this sound when he’s in a healing trance, does he?”

Leonard’s adrenaline spikes. A healing trance? What the hell have they been doing that Jim would even think -

Then he hears it.

Spock is purring.

He thinks about Jim’s swollen eye, his hands and arms, his lips, his entire body covered in hives, then how Leonard’s still not entirely sure what actions caused those particular reactions, and…

Nope.

No way in hell.

Leonard flips his comm closed, turns over, and screams into his pillow. Those lovesick fools are just gonna have to figure out their differing biology on their own.

There is no way in hell he’s getting involved in that.

[curiouser--and--curiouser]

Flufftober Day 16 - The Best Places in the Galaxy

James T Kirk x Reader

Flufftober Day 16: "I hate you", "I love you too"

Summary: You and Jim explore a new planet.

Fluff, gender-neutral pronouns, no use of Y/N.

Warnings: agressive animals and being chased by said aggressive animals, one goddamn.

Word Count: 769 words.

A/N: Super nerd Trekkie mode activate! A short one this time (I'm ill as hell RIP). Also a day late, oops! Taken from @flufftober’s 2022 prompt list.

Why did you decide to go with him?

Oh yeah, because of that stunning bright smile and those piercing blue eyes that stared straight into your soul.

Goddamn it, why was Jim Kirk so attractive? Why did he always have this effect on you? He could melt you with a look, chance your plans with a word and alter your entire world with a kiss. But in good way, of course.

However, you weren’t yet sure if sneaking off to explore the forests of this random planet you were on constituted as good…

You were meant to be here for peace talks, to get the civilisation here onto the side of the Federation. But while the people discussed their opinions amongst themselves, James Tiberius Kirk – Captain of the USS Enterprise, grand Federation ship of exploration – decided to have some fun and do a little exploring for himself. And you, as the Captain’s loving partner were forced to come along too. (By forced, I mean you were subjected to Jim begging you to come with him, giving you the cutest puppy dog eyes imaginable until you agreed.)

So, after being picked up, spun around and littered with kisses by an elated Jim, you both snuck off out into the wilderness to explore.

At first, you were glad of being dragged out here. It was beautiful. It was like nothing you had ever seen; foliage leaned and bent into intricate designs nothing like what you had back on Earth, strange colours you never rarely ever seen in nature were now on display proud and vibrant, a pink sky shone down upon you, basking you both in an ethereal rose glow. You couldn’t help but fawn at the look of wonder Jim had in his eyes as he explored.

“Hey, honey! Come look at this!” Jim called over to you excitedly, around an hour into your trip. You poked your head up from behind the bush you were investigating to find him crouched, staring down into the greenery. You padded over to him and gasped at the utterly adorable sight in front of you: a full nest of baby creatures. Both animalistic and avian in nature, the fledglings huddled asleep in their nest, the second most fluffy things you had ever seen, after tribbles of course. The urge to reach out a cuddle one was immeasurable as you lowered yourself next to Jim and silently stared at these unknown life forms.

“Bet you’re glad you came out here with me now,” Jim teased, nudging your shoulder lightly with his own.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. You always do take me to the best places in the galaxy,” you begrudgingly agreed as you rested your head against Jim’s shoulder, the soft fabric of his uniform shift stroking your cheek. He laid a gentle kiss to the top of your head and secured his arm around your waist.

You both stayed like that for a couple more minutes, doing nothing but stare intently at every single little move the clutch of babies made in their sleep.

That was until Jim decided it was a good idea to get a closer look. He crept closer, reaching out his hand towards the nest, until it was nearly taken clean off by a long row of jagged teeth.

The mother now stood before you. And for what she lacked in size, she more than made up for with growling protective intensity. She was majestic; covered in plumes of multicoloured feathers yet held upon the ground with muscled, fur-covered legs. Like lightning, she was in front of the nest, teeth bared and poised for a fight. You and Jim immediately jumped back in shock, arms up in the air to mean the young family no harm. Alas, that was not enough as the mother suddenly pounced at you. You both took off running, full tilt, using all available energy to get away from the creature now giving chase. Adrenaline flooded your veins as you pushed on further, trying to keep ahead. Civilisation could be seen on the horizon as hope filled your body at the prospect of making it back from this trip alive. Why did you go with Jim? Why did you always end up in life or death situations on your holidays?

“I hate you,” you grunted out as you ran, lungs burning in your chest.

“Aww, I love you too, babe!” Jim called back, cheekily. “I’ll see you tomorrow for our next trip!” You huffed at his idiocy.

But he was right. You’d be out with him tomorrow.

You could never say no to him.

[shatnerihardlyknowher]

2,668-word Spirk smut-n-fluff is now posted!

Check it outtt!!!!

[catsnstartrek]

First chapter with a mention of smut is out. WOO!!! Chapter Three is out and it's gonna get...wow. It's another very short one but it's decent.

[eldar-of-zemlya]

At the very beginning of their relationship, they kissed only the Vulcan way – Jim didn't want to push Spock to do something he wasn't comfortable with. So it came as a surprise when one evening Spock made the first move and shyly kissed Jim on the lips.

Through the bond, Jim could feel Spock's apprehension and excitement. It was endearing and... extremely hot.

[orangesunsets12]

December Winter Fic #1 - Star Trek AOS

Ice Skates and Hockey Sticks

AO3 Link

Star Trek: Alternate Original Series, can be read as Original Series

Rated Teen and Up for injury.

Featuring Jim & Bones friendship, and Grumpy Bones.

Minor injury. An attempt at winter fluff.

Jim Kirk takes the crew of the Enterprise on shore leave, where they go ice skating. Leonard McCoy is against the idea, is very verbal about that fact, but doesn't really have a choice in the matter when Jim is involved.

As it turns out, the experience is more than what he bargained for, in both the good and the bad. Leonard isn't all that surprised by the bad.

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“I have to say, Jim, I really don’t see a point in this.”

“Oh come on, Bones!” Jim said, sliding on his ice skate effortlessly. “It’ll be fun!”

“Fun is not the term I would use for ice skating, of all things. In this weather, no less.” Leonard mumbled, sitting on the cold bench, shivering. His own ice skates sat uselessly beside him, getting covered in the snow that fell from the sky. 

When he imagined shore leave, he didn’t imagine this. Sure, it was the beginning of December, so snow was expected in most places on Terra. But couldn’t Jim have picked a place in the Bahamas? Why did they have to come to this harsh remake of the Ice Ages?

The gray skies above them was nothing like the vacation he was dreaming about, if anything it made him want to go back to the Enterprise and finish the paperwork that was piling up. Scotty was lucky, he had managed to get out of this adventure because of engineering work. Or, perhaps Jim sympathized with him more because the engineer was stranded on an ice planet for years, and Leonard didn’t have an excuse as good at that, despite the work needed in medical.

He grumbled under his breath at the reminder of his job, then thinking about all of the illnesses they could get from the cold, the hypothermia risk, the chance of getting frostbite due the cold wind. It was dangerous out here, not darkness and silence, but cold and unforgiving. 

“Bones, really?” Jim said with a laugh, shaking his head as he stood up. “Even Spock is skating, and he hates the cold!”

“I do not hate the cold, Captain.” Spock said, skating over to them easily. Uhura, who was basically attached to his side the whole time, was now talking in the middle of the ice with Chekov. The kid seemed to be in his element, he wasn’t even wearing a hat. “My psychology merely is not accustomed to such cold temperatures.”

“See? He should be back on the Enterprise. I can check him for sicknesses he’ll no doubt get from this blistering cold.” Leonard grumbled, but Jim patted him on the back. 

“Skates on, McCoy. Do you really want to be sitting out here when the rest of us are out there living our best lives?”

“I don’t really fancy falling through the ice and leaving you to live your dangerous life alone.”

Nonetheless, Leonard found himself pulling on the ice skates, hating how cold his feet felt when he had to take them out of his boots, but thankful that he had the sense to wear thicker socks. Jim watched him, nearly jumping up and down, beaming at Leonard giving in, no doubt, while Spock stood still on the ice, eyeing them both with an eyebrow raised. His ears weren't fully covered by his cotton hat, and Leonard sighed. 

“Spock. Your hat. I don’t want to see you in sickbay later for frost-bitten ears.”

Spock nodded, pulling the hat further down on his head. “Thank you, Doctor.”

“Go join Uhura, Spock.” Jim said with an easy smile. “I’ll get Bones on the ice.”

Spock nodded, and Leonard finally finished tying up his skates, much to his regret. Putting his gloves back on his hands, rubbing warmth back into his cold fingers, because he was not willing to sacrifice the use of his steady hands for something like this. 

Taking Jim’s hand, he pulled himself up, and he took the three shaky steps to the ice, holding onto Jim with a death grip. Jim thankfully didn’t say anything, but slowly eased him onto the ice. 

“Have you ever skated before?” Jim asked, quietly, keeping the conversation between them, and for that Leonard was grateful.

“When I was a kid. Not once since.” He admitted, and Jim nodded.

“Alright, it’s easy. Just take it slow.”

He huffed. “You didn’t seem to have that idea two seconds ago.”

“Well, now that you’re on the ice, I’m not letting you get off.”

McCoy sighed, muttering under his breath at how Jim was being unfair. He would’ve complained more, but he could feel the ice under his skates, slippery and threatening to make him fall, no doubt breaking a bone or two, so he had to focus on the task at hand. He hated how much he was shaking. 

“Bones…”

“I’m fine!” 

Jim grinned, yet it didn’t reach his eyes. “Alright, then let go of my arm.”

He glanced at his snake-like grip on Jim’s arms, and let go with a snarl. He wobbled, and he immediately splayed his arms out, hoping to catch himself. Thankfully, it seemed to work, if only temporarily. He couldn’t see himself going an inch forward like this. 

Why people enjoyed an activity like this was beyond him. 

“One second, stay right there.” Jim said, skating away at a breathtaking pace, flawlessly gliding against the ice, and Leonard mumbled under his breath.

“Not like I have an option.”

Nonetheless, McCoy took a hesitant step forward, wobbling awkwardly as he tried to gain his balance. Finally managing to look up from his feet, he could see Spock and Uhura now gliding along the ice, alone, while Sulu and Chekov eagerly took to playing a game of tag. Hikaru was awkwardly chasing Pavel, but the kid was too fast for him to reach him, coasting easily ahead of him. Every part of Leonard’s body screamed that this was dangerous, that someone was going to end up in Medbay if he didn’t do something about it, but another part of him enjoyed seeing them having fun, even if the fun wasn’t something that he could participate in himself. 

Jim was back in seconds, holding a hockey stick, and McCoy eyed him with distaste.

“What is that?”

“A hockey stick? You know, from an old Terra game!”

“I know what a hockey stick is, and I know what hockey is! You’re beginning to sound like Spock.”

Jim handed it to him, and he took it, resting the end of it on the ice and leaning his body weight against it, hoping that he wouldn’t break it. 

“Okay, so lean against it.”

“I am, Jim! And I’m fine.”

Jim eyed him knowingly. McCoy hated it, hated how much this kid actually knew him. 

He straightened his posture, letting the hockey stick hold him up, and slide one ice skate forward, trying to get used to the feel of the ice. He took a deep breath, and slid the next forward, hoping that the shaking in his legs would go away.

“There you go!” Jim encouraged, as if he was a puppy, and Leonard shot him a look. “Now, just a bit faster.”

“Give me some breathing room, will ya?”

Jim easily backed away, an easy smile on his face, and focused on Chekov, who had skated up to him easily, tapping his shoulder before skating away once more. 

“Captain! You’re it!” He shouted, his heavy accent laced with childhood excitement, and Jim brightened even more, giving Leonard one last look, as if waiting for permission to leave him alone. 

“I’ll live.” He said gruffly, “Barely.”

“Keep practicing, alright? I’ll keep an eye on you.”

With those words said, Jim joined in on their game of tag, and Leonard tried to keep his balance while watching them, amused. He tried to skate forward again, going slowly, skirting the edge of the iced over pond, knowing that he could fall into the snow and do less harm than if he fell on the ice. The wind was bitter, nipping his skin, and he wished that he had brought a scarf. But, it was too late now. He began moving his feet more frequently, trying to gain confidence, and the wind got stronger against him; he knew that he was going faster, still a snail's pace, but a huge improvement to before. He wasn’t gliding yet, just sliding slowly, but it made this dreary experience more enjoyable. Something sparked in his chest, something close to joy, but he didn’t dwell in it. He had to focus on the task at hand, despite how fun this was actually turning out to be. 

He wished that he could keep his eyes up and focused on what was around him, yet he lost his rhythm when he stopped looking at his feet. So, he stayed clear of the game going on in the middle, not wanting to cause a collision from his lack of attention.

It turns out his intervention wasn’t even necessary for a collision course to happen. He was so focused on his feet that he didn’t see it happen, but he heard the shout and the thump of bodies hitting the ground.

His head shot up to see Jim and Chekov splayed out on the ice, Jim clutching his nose while Chekov held onto his own head. Spock gracefully glided to their side, kneeling beside Jim as Uhura sat beside Pavel, while Sulu quickly got up from where he had apparently fallen. Leonard bolted over to them, dropping the hockey stick, completely forgetting about the ice skates on his feet, and slipped, careening to the ice with a crash. He felt the impact in his knees and thighs, but that didn’t stop him from getting to his patients. Crawling across the ice, he managed to reach Jim first, whose hand was covered in blood where it held his nose. 

“What happened?” He demanded, whipping out a medical tricorder from his pocket and hovering it over Jim’s head, expertly dodging Jim’s free hand trying to push him away. 

“From my observations, the captain was trying to avoid Ensign Chekov’s attempt to ‘tag’ him by sliding to a stop and spinning to the left. Lieutenant Sulu got in his way, and tripped on the captain’s leg, while Ensign Chekov predicted the captain's move, and the two slammed right into each other.”

“Sounds about right. You got a broken nose, Jim.”

Jim sighed, showing Leonard his blood covered hand. “I couldn’t guess.”

“You’re lucky,” He continued, falling into business mode and pulling out a few tissues from his other pocket, handing it to Jim, “No concussions, thankfully. No dizziness, nausea, any pain in your head?”

“Nope, just my nose. Look, I’m fine, Bones.”

“You’ll be fine after I set your nose and use the bone-setter for a few minutes, but certainly not now.”

Jim threw him a sarcastic thanks, but the look that his captain sent him told Leonard that he was indeed grateful.

Leonard, knowing that there was nothing he could do for Jim now, scooted awkwardly over to Chekov, who was talking to Uhura, his hands moving animatedly. From the way his hands slammed together, McCoy had no doubt that he was explaining what happened to them, yet he sounded excited about it, unlike Spock.

“He’s fully aware? No slurring?” He asked Nyota, waving the tricorder near Chekov, and she nodded. 

“Everything appears normal. No pupil dilation or dizziness, either.”

“Pavel? Any nausea?”

“No, Doctor. I feel quite well, actually!”

“Of course you do, can anyone bring your mood down, kid?” Pavel opened his mouth to reply, but Leonard held up his free hand. “You don’t need to answer that. You don’t have a concussion either, thankfully, but you’re going to have one big headache in the morning. Hikaru, are you okay?”

“Fine, sir.”

“We are sorry, Doctor.” Pavel said, sombering up real fast, looking at Leonard with those puppy eyes he had, “We did not mean to get hurt.”

He sighed. “I know. I just hate when you guys do.”

“See, what did I tell you?” Jim said, pointing to McCoy. “Bones is just a good ol’ softy!”

“Oh, youー”

He tried to get up, but his feet slipped out from under him once again, and he crashed to the ice, dropping the tricorder in the process. Sulu glided over to him, picked up the tricorder, and lifted Leonard up by his arms with ease, despite Leonard being taller than him. 

Uhura was by his side with the hockey stick soon after, and Leonard took it with a sigh. 

“Can this day be over already?”

Jim got to his feet easily, still holding his nose, and nodded. “Yeah, I’d be fine with that. Let’s get back to the Enterprise and get some hot chocolate or something.”

Hikaru shrugged, not disagreeing with the proposal, and for that Leonard was grateful. He helped McCoy to the edge of the ice, where Leonard stepped back onto the snow, sighing with relief. He kept a steady eye on Jim and Pavel, both of whom seemed okay, and got his skates off as quickly as he could, thankful to be back in his steady, flat boots. After everyone was able to take off their skates, Leonard gently grabbed Jim before the transporter beamed them aboard, knowing that Jim would run from him and treatment as soon as they rematerialized. 

He closed his eyes, and opened them on the Enterprise, quickly leading Jim and Pavel to the Medbay, ignoring the soreness in his knees. Pavel began talking about the adventures he had ice skating in Russia, and Jim listened intently as they walked, up until the doors to Medbay opened and Nurse Chapel took Pavel to a medical bed. 

“So, is there where you tell me ‘I told you so?’” Jim asked, and Leonard shook his head. 

“Nah. Something already tells me you know that.”

“But, I did tell you so.”

“What?”

Jim grinned, his nose still sluggishly bleeding out. It was a sight that would be unnerving, if not for how often Jim smiled when he was hurt. Now it was just a regular look on him, one that Leonard hated.

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you, Bones?”

McCoy scowled. “No.”

“You did.”

“I didn’t.”

“You have a horrible poker face.”

“Are you out of your corn-fed mind? I do not! I have an amazing poker face!”

Leonard, like before, knew that Jim could see through him like glass. He hated to admit to himself that he liked skating, if only a little bit and only when he got used to it. It was fun, he could see it as something he did when the occasion arose, if only after a bit more practice. He would have to implement more rules, too, like no playing tag. 

But, he would never admit to liking the event to anyone else, even Jim, who would never let him live it down. So he could continue to deny it, no matter what, even if Jim already knew it. Leonard learned soon after meeting Jim Kirk, that was just how they were, and there was no use fighting it. 

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

Nights of Tears, Mornings of Laughter

A/N: What exactly is that thing between Jim and Bones? I don’t know, but I’m certain it could be the most beautiful and most affectionate friendship in the history of stories. So, of course, I needed to write hurt/comfort for them. God, I love them. This is platonic and very emotional. Jim has a tendency to crawl into Bones’ bed, when he needs some comfort at night. Bones has made it a habit to make Jim laugh the morning after. Even when he almost dies. Could be read as pre-slash if you like that.

It had all started during their days at the Academy. The days of Bones and Jim sharing a dorm, growing inseparably close, talking until late in the night. The days of Bones suddenly finding himself smiling at the enthusiasm of this younger Starfleet cadet - smiling like he hadn’t done in years. The days of Jim growing attached in a way his younger self had sworn himself never to do again after Sam had abandoned him, had left him alone with his tyrant step father and helpless mother. Those were the days where they had managed to forge a friendship stronger than any Vulcan mind, despite their pasts, despite their personal problems. Jim had quickly noticed himself feel at ease around Bones, like the doctor himself had been the best prescription he could have ever gotten. He had realized that being without Bones for an extended period of time was doing bad things to his head. Bad things that could only be persuaded to vanish when that separation had been successfully overcome. Even then, there still was a lot of baggage. The sort that tended to surface at night, when Jim and Bones tended to be asleep. The first time he’d woken up yelling, kicking and gasping, Bones had already been by his bedside, dark eyes alight with concern and shock in the moonlit room. His hands had been holding on to Jim’s shoulders almost painfully. It had taken several seconds for Jim to realize where he was, what had happened and that Bones had apparently shaken him out of the trap that had been his nightmare.

« Damn it, Jim, » he’d said back then, voice dark, tinted with sadness, « you were… you were shouting for at least two minutes. There was nothing I could do. » The shock had slowly started to make room for worry, one hand leaving Jim’s shoulder to gently wrap around the back of his head. « Hey, it’s okay, kid. It’s fine. It was only a dream. » He’d realized he’d been holding his breath, realized he’d been swallowing sobs when they started to slip at Bones’ affectionate words and careful hands. « I’m sorry. » He’d choked out before holding his hands in front of his face, covering his suffering grimace from the other man. Bones didn’t need to see his tears, the snot, didn’t need to hear his ugly hiccups from crying. But instead of reacting disgusted by Jim’s loss of control, Bones had grabbed for his hands to remove them from his face, a thumb gently touching his chin to lift it slightly. Eyes filled with deep sympathy, Bones had told him: « Don’t ever apologize for suffering, Jim. Not to me. » The unparalleled amount of affection and reassurance had broken Jim down to one of the worst crying fits of his life. Suddenly his head had been buried at Bones’ chest, one arm holding him so tight that Jim had known he wouldn’t fall as long as the other wouldn’t let go. A second hand had cradled his head like a child’s - a child that had never experienced it before. While Jim had cried about the sheer amount of pain he’d felt in that moment - pain about dreaming of being nothing, pain about having felt like nothing for so long in his life, pain about never having had someone to make him see more in himself, pain about finally having found that someone - Bones had never once let go. He’d rocked him gently in his arms and had continued shushing him whenever Jim had tried to apologize for being who he was in that exact moment. And eventually his sobs had died down and he’d regained a normal breathing pattern at Bones’ chest, his head hurting and his eyes feeling swollen. They had remained silent for several moments, Bones continuing his gentle rocking as Jim had felt tiny shards in his chest disappear forever, some kind of healing spreading inside of him. When Jim had opened his mouth to try and make a sound, Bones had immediately interrupted him, a gentle irony to his voice. « Don’t you dare apologize, or so help me. » Jim’s lips had shaped into a small smile. « I wanted to thank you. » He had croaked out, another tear falling from his lashes, the thickness of his voice a demonstration of how raw he was still feeling inside. « It’s all good, Jim. All good. » He had started to repeat those words to him over and over like a very short, very effective lullaby. With his head still buried at Bones’ chest, Jim had felt his ear touch his pillow, he’d felt a blanket touch his back like an embrace and he’d slipped back into sleep at some point after that. The words « It’s all good. Sleep now. » carrying him over the threshold to unconsciousness again. The next morning when Bones’ alarm had gone off, Jim had awoken with a doctor’s arm slung over his back and a comfortable chest as an extra cushion. It had been the most peaceful and comfortable position he’d probably ever woken up to. At least for about nine seconds. Then Bones had startled him by kicking himself up and awake with a sudden violence, shouting out curses. « DAMN ALARM! DAMN, DAMN ALARM!! » Jim could still remember how hard he’d had laughed at Bones’ epic, sleep-induced hunt for the alarm. After a night of comforting him selflessly, the first thing he’d decided to do in the morning had been to trip over everything in their shared room to make Jim laugh. That had never stopped being Bones’ typical comfort strategy in the years that followed. They hadn’t talked about that night ever again. But Jim was certain that it had been this exact night that had started the streak of Bones’ comfort missions. Often enough he’d talked to him about it, had suggested not to forget taking care of himself as well. The idea that Jim was somehow exploiting Bones’ ability to make him feel better didn’t sit well with him. But every time Jim had voiced his concerns, Bones had merely chuckled, put his hands on Jim’s shoulders and vowed to never lie to him, to never do anything he himself didn’t like and to never hide when he needed anything from Jim as well. And Jim had grown accustomed to it. He’d learned to understand that in a friendship like theirs, no one would abandon the other, no one would get fed up with the other. They were being themselves around each other and that was enough. Jim didn’t have to act tough, Bones didn’t have to force himself to care - he simply cared. Neither of them needed to lie. Having this kind of relationship with Bones had never seized to amaze Jim who often enough could still not believe that Bones even liked him. But he truly seemed to be doing that and he did not grow tired of reassuring him of it. So after Jim had become Captain of the Enterprise and Bones its Chief Medical Officer, things hadn’t changed much for them, if only for the fact that they were no longer sharing a dorm - in theory. They hadn’t been in space for long when Jim had let himself into Bones’ room on the starship during sleeping hours, gently pushing him in his bed to make room for himself next to the doctor. Bones had startled awake with a snorting sound, seen Jim’s shape slip under the blanket with him and simply closed his eyes again, one arm wrapping around Jim’s chest to hold him close to his own. Groaning quietly, he’d gently smoothed his thumb over Jim’s chest, a safe way to make him stop gritting his teeth. « How bad is it tonight? » Bones had asked him in a slurred voice, sleep peppering it to sound deeper than usual. Jim had merely grabbed for Bones’ hand on his chest, tugging his friend’s arm under his own to hold it like a pillow against his torso. « Not bad now, » Jim had responded, smiling timidly when he’d heard Bones hum contently behind him and both of them had been fast asleep. Again, it had been Bones’ alarm that woke them up several hours later, Bones’ reaction violent as always as he basically exploded in an upright position with a yelp, leaning over Jim in an attempt to turn off the deafening noise. The Captain had groaned dismissively under the sudden weight on top of him, shuffling under Bones, trying to push him off. « This thing will give you a heart attack one day, » he’d stated, rubbing sleep from his eyes with a yawn, as Bones had kept fiddling around for the small device, cursing wildly and basically crushing Jim in the process. « Excuse me, I need to breathe! » Jim had protested when the weight of his friend simply wouldn’t shift, his hands trying more decidedly to maneuver him someplace else, resulting in Bones yapping at him. « Stop pushing me, I’m trying to save us! » An elbow nudged Jim right in the stomach, as an upper arm kept on ruffling his hair and it was around that point that he broke out laughing, realizing that Bones was only messing with him. « You old creature of habit, » Jim had chuckled as another blow to his stomach had made him topple over, his defensive arms trying more forcefully to fight Bones off. That bastard had already started laughing himself, trying eagerly to stuff Jim under a pillow as he still acted like reaching for the blaring alarm. As always, a night of comfort was followed by a morning of laughter. Somehow Bones never failed to make him laugh until his belly hurt. « Don’t worry, you’ll be out of harms’ way in a minute. » « I seriously doubt that!! » Jim had gotten out in between huffs of exertion and his ceaseless giggles. He could already feel his eyes watering as he tried to break free from underneath the pillow, Bones eager to keep him from achieving that. « Juuuust a minute, » Bones had drawled with a chuckle, before actually turning off the alarm and letting himself fall back next to Jim on the bed. « Now, Captain drama, isn’t that better? » « I’ll give you Captain drama. » And the pillow in question had quickly ascended on the doctor’s face, more giggles following as the two of them had battled for pillow superiority until Bones had managed to drop out of bed, hurrying to the bathroom to save himself. It never seized to surprise Jim how good he felt after such nights and mornings with his best friend. Over the years, the pains of his bleeding heart had turned so dull that Jim was certain: the mere existence of Bones had mended it to a stronger and healthier organ. The simple security of knowing he could always go to him, could always ask for help in a way that Bones was capable of offering relief for, was part of why he managed to pull through as Captain of the Enterprise. Without Bones, he was certain he wouldn’t be who he was, wouldn’t be half as resilient. And that was why the nights that followed the accident had been the worst he’d had on the Enterprise so far. Alien life forces had attacked their ship and a sharp piece of metal had punctured Bones’ shoulder in the corridor he’d been mending wounds in, blessing him severely due to a following infection. He’d been in a critical state for a week, an entire week in which Jim had tried his best not to fall apart, not to neglect his duties as Captain of the ship, not to let the others see how horrendously he was suffering. But sitting next to Bones’ bed every night, watching him breathe shallowly as sweat from his fever covered his face, he’d known he was going to fail the crew eventually. He’d needed to find a way to sleep, to calm down, to comfort himself when Bones wasn’t there to do it. His head was getting louder again, bad things suddenly saw a chance to resurface and through all that noise, he had barely been able to form a coherent thought, when a hand on his shoulder had startled him out of his painful trance. He’d swirled around on his chair next to Bones’ bed to see Nyota hold her hands up calmingly, her face a mix of concern and sympathy. Spock was standing in the back, next to the door to sickbay, apparently having accompanied her here. He was wearing an expression that could have been the Vulcan version of worry. After the initial surprise, Jim had realized how he must have looked to them, lost and afraid, like a little child. He was their Captain, he had to pull himself together. He took a deep breath and meant to get up from his chair. « Lieutenant, Officer, I was just about to- » « Jim, » Nyota had whispered gently, placing a hand on his shoulder again, keeping him from standing. The sadness in her voice and on her face in combination with her calling his name almost got Jim to collapse right there, right then. He couldn’t do this without Bones. He couldn’t even breathe freely without Bones. How was he supposed to act tough when his mind was crumbling into pieces of madness? After a moment of silence, Jim had put his hands over his face and started crying. He hadn’t cried like this ever since that one night at the Academy when Bones had first held him all night to fix him. He wasn’t there to do it for him now and Jim hadn’t known how much he’d needed a hug until Uhura had wrapped her arms around his head to pull it against her side. He’d never taken his hands away from his face, just stayed in his slumped position on the chair, sobbing and sniffling. But the way she was carding her fingers through his hair, the way she tried as gently as possible to offer him some kind of comfort made him feel better already. When he’d managed to calm himself a little, Uhura had taken her arms away from his neck to place them on his shoulders. A faint smile was gracing her lips. He mirrored her expression in an even fainter way, but he nodded at her, trying to get his gratitude across. She seemed to understand perfectly. Spock appeared behind her and allowed his gaze to linger on Jim’s face with a kindness he’d rarely managed to make out this explicitly. « Captain, Doctor McCoy has asked us to give you this in case he should ever be compromised in a way that keeps him from - and I quote - looking out for you. » Spock extended his arm and opened his hand, a small shining frame lying in his palm. Jim furrowed his brows, his tired eyes burning, when he looked at the bright light. « What is that? » Carefully he picked it up, holding it closer to his face and flinching slightly when the shining glass rectangle scanned his eyes, affirming his identity. Immediately the little thing was filled with colors as pictures started to appear in front his eyes. Pictures of Bones and him. Funny pictures, crazy pictures, happy pictures. Pictures of them smiling and laughing at the camera or making funny faces. Pictures of them testing out the different flavors of ice cream from that one store in Yorktown who had the most incredible flavors. One of them showed Bones dropping his cone on his pants in shock, his face showing full well how awful the purple scoop must have tasted like. Jim remembered this moment vividly, remembered how it had been one more of those days with Bones that had made him cry with laughter. 
The urge to smile came over him, as a warm feeling spread inside his chest. There were endlessly new pictures appearing in front of his eyes and they were truly the best comfort Bones could have come up with for times like these. Grateful and moved, Jim looked up at Uhura and Spock. « Thank you so much. » Spock nodded meaningfully while Uhura responded with a smile, gently squeezing his arm one last time, before grabbing Spocks’s hand to leave him to it. In the door of sickbay, she turned around one more time. « You should try and get some sleep, Captain. The doctor won’t be too pleased when he wakes up to find you more ghost than man. » « It is most logical to follow Nyota’s advice. » Spock agreed. « It isn’t advisable to anger Doctor McCoy in a phase where he needs a lot of rest. » Jim realized that their perspective on his behavior was indeed most logical. And effective. He really didn’t want to anger Bones in the state he was currently in. The words of the other two had made him believe in a faster recovery, one he’d been hopeless to expect before. He sent them another smile and wished them a good night. Then he got out of his chair and looked at the remaining space in Bones’ sickbed with a sigh. It wasn’t much, but he was certain he’d manage to squeeze in there as well, if only he were careful enough not to hurt Bones in the process. Carefully he draped an arm over his best friend’s ribs, buried his head down in the small piece of pillow that remained and held the picture frame close to his chest. « Get better soon, » he murmured against Bones’ neck, feeling new tears surge in his eyes, but wiping them off his cheeks, before they managed to touch Bones’ skin. He had more hope within him than before. But he still missed him painfully. « Get better soon, you hear me! » He hadn’t slept in two days and therefore managed to go under in seconds, blacking out from sheer exhaustion. At least, it turned out to be a dreamless sleep, allowing him to rest enough to wake up feeling better than he had before. He blinked a few times, confused to find the neon hospital lights blind him straight away. Until a voice next to him reminded him of where he was. « Are you finally awake? » Jim sat up like Bones did whenever his alarm went off, eyes immediately filling with tears again. He looked down at his friend smiling up at him, the sweat on his forehead gone, the glimmer in his eyes clear and bright. « Oh, Bones!! » He exclaimed, his voice quivering slightly as he almost slipped from the bed frame with the limited space it offered, Bones healthy arm coming to rescue him, before he could crash. Trying to contain his over-the-moon joy, Jim merely repeated his friend’s name over and over, gently cupping his face with his hands and occasionally dropping his head on his good shoulder to be close to him. Tears were flowing down his cheeks and he could see that his emotional reaction was making it hard for Bones not to get emotional as well. His eyes glittered slightly as he tirelessly stroked Jim’s back, trying his best to soothe him now that he was able to do so again. « We’re okay, Jim. It’s all good. I’m fine, I promise. They stabilized me hours ago, wanted to wake you to make you leave, but I told them to just ignore you. You sleep so rarely after all. » Jim had to chuckle through his tears at the idea of all the nurses, male and female and in between and more, fussing around Bones with their Captain curled up by his side like a little dog. 
« I told them to do a check up on you as well while you were unconscious there, told me that you were under-nourished, you little bastard. If you don’t remember eating anything today, I’ll force-feed you. » Jim curled up laughing when Bones moved his hand to poke at his middle, meaning to get his point across, but only managing to tickle him slightly. « Okay, oKAY! I promise. » Jim huffed, protecting his body with his hands and grinning when Bones lowered his arm with a grunt, a smile taking over his features again quickly. When the first wave of relief had washed over them, Jim exclaimed in shock all of a sudden, frantically moving his hands over the covers to search for his picture frame. Bones just chuckled and motioned to his right hand, not quite moving it due to his shoulder still being in plaster. « Don’t worry, I took it away from you when you were still sleeping. I’m glad the hobgoblin and Uhura gave it to you. It was for emergencies only, so I figure you weren’t doing so well. » Bones’ voice turned more quiet and grave, his eyes searching Jim’s face for traces of further breakdowns to come, but surprisingly Jim managed to smile. « I was… very desperate. » He said, lowering his gaze. « But the frame was a genius idea. Just remembering all the things we’ve gotten up to silenced the voices in my head to a degree. Even if you weren’t there to do that for me. » Bones winced slightly and grabbed Jim’s wrist to pull his hand to his chest. « I’m glad it helped you, kid, I really am. » Jim swallowed the newly formed lump in his throat and gently moved his thumb over Bones’ hand. « All that matters is that you are doing better. Not for me. Not for anyone else. Simply for yourself. » Tilting his head Bones looked up at Jim with a mix of worry, gratitude and affection. They remained silent for several moments until Bones’ little smile turned into a grin. « So, yer hearing voices, huh? » Jim let himself fall back down on the hospital bed with a loud groan, quickly regretting that as he was subdued to more pokes to his middle immediately, laughter jumping out of him as he seemed to be incapable of protecting himself against one hand of one injured doctor. « Seriously, Jim? You can’t do better than that? » Quickly he was howling with laughter when Bones’ good hand started tickling him mercilessly, latching on to his sides and ribs expertly - as Jim’s doctor, he was prone to knowing all of his sensitive spots. It tickled like hell, but Jim didn’t want to defend himself too much, in case he’d hurt his friend in the process. Bones was taking full advantage of that, very pleased with the outcome of his attack, judging by his huge grin. As always, he managed to make Jim laugh full heartedly - a mission he’d never failed at. « This is ridiculous. I’m half-dead and you can’t even handle me tickling you one-handedly. » Jim merely shook his head, his tongue poking out between his teeth as he squeezed his eyes shut against the sensations, bubbly giggles never stopping to shake his form on the bed. He was slapping at Bones’ hand, sometimes latching on to it when he found a particularly ticklish spot, but he’d rather gotten tickled a hundred times than have Bones unconscious for another week. « Oh, alright, you sad little bastard, » Bones chuckled, when Jim seemed to lean into his touch, smirking down at the little kicking ball on his left with fondness, « now you’re getting it. » Jim squealed when Bones leaned down to blow a raspberry under his chin, his good hand continuing its unbearable journey down Jim’s ribs, the Captain kicking out harder than before, his laughter ringing around Bones like a thunderstorm. « DOHOOHOHN’T!! » « Oh, yes, you’re getting it. Jim Kirk’s neck shall know no mercy until he’s begged for forgiveness. » Jim raised a hand in surrender, his laughter rising in pitch when Bones’ teasing words riled him up all the more, before another raspberry struck right above his collarbone, the ticklish feeling exploding on his skin. « FORGIVENESS FOR WHAHAT!! » « For raising the wrath of the tickle monster! » Bones spoke in his best dangerous voice, stifling his own laughter, growling as his fingers travelled down Jim’s stomach, making him squeak and giggle and kick as he awaited the next killer raspberry. « WHAHAT DIHIHID I DOHOHO?? » « Youuu wiiill sufferrrr! » Bones ignored his question and growled dramatically, before making Jim shriek with laughter as another raspberry found the spot underneath his ear, making him kick out the hardest yet which resulted in Bones blowing another one and another one exactly in the same place until Jim couldn’t take anymore. « PLEHEHHEASE PLEHEHEASE I BEHEG I BEEHHEG!! » « Have you suffered enough? » Bones demanded, poking all over his torso again, keeping his best friend in stitches. « I hahave, I have you big stupid terrible- » Jim broke off, laughing louder again, when Bones wiggled his thumb into his side again. « Big stupid terrible what? » « GENIUS! » He shouted out, tears of laughter pricking the corners of his eyes. « WONDERFUL CLEVER GEHEHENIUS!! » « Was that so hard? » Bones chuckled, before retrieving his hand and sinking back down in the covers. He sighed deeply, appearing to be exhausted from their little game, but a smile was clinging to his features. « Always get you to laugh, huh kid? » Jim was panting next to his friend, covering his body with his hands and looking over at him with a wide smile on his own face. « You always cheat. » 
Bones chuckled and opened his arm, offering a space to cuddle up to for his friend. « Where would be the fun in not doing that? » Jim smirked and immediately rolled closer, tugging his head in under Bones’ chin and slowing his breathing down. They remained like this for a while, Bones close to falling asleep again, when Jim’s quiet voice spoke up again. « I love you. » As if a huge starship had crashed into his heart, Bones felt it get hit with a force that almost made him wince. He pressed his lips together and tried to fight the burning feeling in his throat, but Jim could hear the emotion in his voice, when he answered. « I love you too, kid. So, so much. »

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[Apologies for mistakes]

The AOS crew except Jim and Bones did not join Starfleet and Pike is still captain, Spock being his first officer. Instead, Jim and Bones become park rangers on another planet. The planets has a very similar environment to earth too. The crew has shore leave on said planet due to their ship needing repair for reasons and they meet Jim and Bones after Pike decides to go hiking and camping. Most of the deck crew decide to accompany their captain. Spock and Jim get close and they both fall in love. Spock also realizes they are T’hy’la and they both bond before Spock has to leave. Alternative ending is Spock leaves Starfleet after the 5 year mission and moves to the planet and becomes a park ranger with Jim and Bones. Yeah I love that. Another alt ending would be Jim and Bones somehow become apart of Starfleet due to unforeseen situations. (Like how Jaylah and Keenser did I guess)

(Edited on 11/08/22)

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Trektober 2022, day 5: sickfic

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Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu came to him with a cough.

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@captnjtkirk​​ inquires:  [ CROWN ]:     sender presses a kiss to the crown of the receiver’s head while hugging

THINGS DONE WHILE HUGGING. always accepting.

She lives for mornings like this. 

There is nothing, she thinks, quite so blissful as waking up to her head on her love’s chest and warm, dappled sunlight shimmering through the window. They’re on shore leave, and they don’t have a care in the world.

Andromeda smiles and hums, content, winding her arms more snugly around him. Her smile only grows when the embrace is returned and she feels their gentle kiss atop her head. She looks up, studying his features with reverence, noting that every time she looks into those earth-brown eyes, he becomes all the more beautiful, all the more radiant.

“Good morning, beloved,” she murmurs, lifting herself up to press their lips together, before settling back into her previous position.