McKirk

☼♦ Fleeting Stars || chapter(s): one-fifteen || randomlittleimp, @randomlittleimp || inspired by one of my McKirk-Tober fics ♥

☼ Ink Composition || chapter(s): seven, || boneswrites || Soulmate!AU

☼ A bird may love a fish, but where would they live? || Xyriath || Wing!AU, Mer!AU

☼ Wings || tresa_cho || Wing!AU

☼ Dualitas || averzierlia ||Wing!AU

☼ lay your weary head || Thingbe 

☼ Tie Me To Earth || shopfront || Wing!AU

☼ Starfleet Academy for Gifted Youngsters || Ael || Platonic, series, X-Men!AU 

♦ Halloween Hijinks || @captainsbabysitter-blog || Halloween Fic

♦ Scorch My Soul || Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight || @thevalesofanduin || Suspense/Spooky!AU 

♦ Darlin’ You’ll be alright || pinkamout1588 

♦ Nightmares || Part One, Part Two || @pinkamour1588 

♦ The One He Forgot || @auduna-druitt    

♦ On Bartenders and Escort Cards || captainsbabysitter-blog || Vampire!AU 

♦ Fangs and Kisses || captainsbabysitter-blog || Vampire!AU || nsfw

♦ Happily Wedded Chaos || pinkamour1588 

♦ A Very McCoy Christmas || auduna-druitt 

♦ Ice Skating || auduna-druitt 

♦ Timezones || auduna-druitt 

♦ “I just want to cuddle.” || pinkamour1588

♦ Teach Me || pinkamour1588 

Leonard McCoy 

♦ Imagine: Getting Stuck in the Mirror!Verse || @youre-on-a-starship || Reader Insert || Mirror!Verse || nsfw

♦ Five Minute Ficlet || @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse || Reader Insert || Mirror!Verse || nsfw

♦ Imagine: In Dreams || star-trekkin-across-theuniverse || Reader Insert || Mirror!Verse || nsfw

♦ Soulmates || star-trekkin-across-theuniverse || Reader Insert || Mirror!Verse   

♦ No Fun || @mybullshitsensesaretingling || Reader Insert

♦ Some Wounds Take Longer To Heal… || @galaxycharmed || Reader Insert

♦ Imagine: Sexy Halloween || star-trekkin-across-theuniverse || Reader Insert 

♦ Bite Me || @annathewitch || Reader Insert || Vampire!AU

♦ And How You’ll Scream || @outside-the-government || Reader Insert

♦ Self-Service || @trade-baby-blues || Reader Insert || nsfw

♦ Late || @kaitymccoy123 || Reader Insert || Soulmate!AU

Other

♦ When The Day Met The Night || @blueoftheenterprise || Spock x Reader 

♦ Aesthetically Pleasing || blueoftheenterprise || Spock x Reader 

Jim Kirk 

♦ Three Things || @imamotherfuckingstar-lord || Reader Insert

♦ Unexpected Changes || captainsbabsitter-blog || Vampire!AU 

I also want to give a huge thank you to all of the writers here for taking the time to give us these wonderful works! Writing is such a peculiar experience so I thank you for sharing these with us :)

*note: Some of these will show up on future lists due to it being a series/mulit-chaptered or a re-read. Also you are more than welcome to tag me in things if you so wish :) 

My past reading lists 

A Little Puff of Love || Part Two

Leonard McCoy practically bolted out of his Medbay; the nearby crewmembers dodging out of his way as he slipped into the turbolift, barking out his destination. As the lift ascended through the ship’s levels, his foot tapped nervously against the polished floor and the brunet ran a hand through his mussed up hair.  

Three hours passed the end of a hectic shift. He should be winding down in his quarters or meeting up with Jim, but he couldn’t do that until he checked up on [Y/F/N]. 

Made sure she was alright. 

He didn’t know that she’d left early - well, late - until he finally took a visual assessment of the room and noticed her missing. When Chris told him that Geoff had let her go only fifteen minutes earlier for ‘looking rough’, panic had him moving before his mind had even finished processing the words.  

The moment she stepped off the shuttle with the group of new crewmen, she had his attention. An attention that only grew as the months morphed into a year. Jim often teased him about being ‘under her spell’ and he could only grumble at his friend, not being able to deny it. Then again, who wasn’t under her spell? Drop-dead gorgeous as all-hell and with quick intelligence to boot, [Y/F/N] had a spark that drew people into her orbit. Honestly, Leonard didn’t think that there was a single person on his medical staff that had issues with her. 

Scratch that...

There was one problem - trying to break through her walls.

Puzzles had always been a weakness for him and she’d become his favorite one to solve. It took weeks of insistence before she finally stopped calling him by his rank and since then he’d only managed to gather vague information about her. Every time he’d get close to finding out even the smallest detail from her, she’d clam up and divert the conversation with an awkward laugh and a cryptic comment. He didn’t notice it at first, but after a few weeks he caught the pattern. 

It wasn’t unusual for people to be protective of their private lives, but the biggest kicker was finding out that she had medical training prior to joining Starfleet. 

In all of his years in the ‘Fleet, Leonard had never found a single medical officer with previous training who didn’t brag about said previous training at one point or another. 

And then [Y/F/N] came along. 

She let that secret slip five months ago before back-peddling and changing the topic. Afterwards he went and checked her file to see if he missed it in his original look-though.

Nothing.

Not a single mention of having previous training.

And he didn’t get any closer to finding an answer; just added more and more questions to the list about the enigma that was [Y/F/N].

It was incredibly frustrating.

Even more frustrating was that it didn’t dull his feelings for her.

When the lift finally stopped at the floor for crew quarters he was out and making a beeline for her room before the doors even opened fully. Standing before the inset, he took a moment to compose himself before pressing buzzer on the wall. “[Y/F/N]?”

The next few seconds were torture as he waited, his tension not releasing when her door finally slid open. 

Chris and Geoff were right; she looked rough - exhausted. 

Her hair was loose around her face, her make-up was smudged from the hours of wear it got, and, despite being off shift for some time, she was still in uniform - one that bared the stains of doling out medical treatments to injured crewmates. His heart ached as she peered up at him with tired eyes. 

“Everything alright, McCo - Leo?”

He blinked as her query broke through his thoughts. “Uh - yeah! Yeah, I just wanted to check up on you.” [Y/F/N] tilted her head in question and he was momentarily distracted as she brushed away a stray lock of hair that fell across her face. “You - uh - They said you weren’t looking well when you left and I just wanted to make sure that everything was okay.” 

She glanced down, a shy smile playing along her lips and - wait, is she blushing? - she ran a hand through her hair. “Yes, Leo, I’m fine; just tired, that’s all.”

Relief bubbled through him. “Oh, oh, good! ‘Cause I thought -”

A trilling cut him off.

A trilling that came from inside her room.

His eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “[Y/F/N], what was that?”

Panic flared across her face and she shift nervously. “Uh, nothing! Just - just my - Padd! Yeah, I was playing around with different notifying sou -”

Another trill - no - another two trills came from her room. When Leonard went to see around her, she tried to block his view. As more chriping filled the room, he gave her a look and pushed passed her. He only made it halfway to her bed when he paused, staring at what was on her comforter.

“[Y/F/N], are those tribbles?” No. They couldn’t be. Tribbles were banned from any and all Starfleet vessels and stations after their last run in. Everyone knew that. Before him, the large golden fluff ball and smaller pink one wiggled and blinked u -

Blinked?

Leonard moved until his body was just a step away from her bed and squatted down as the two...creatures bounced closer to the edge. Sure enough, two pairs of big, curious eyes stared back at him while two tiny noses twitched as they scented him.

These weren’t tribbles. Tribbles didn’t have eyes. Or faces. Nor were they anything but neutral colored.

What the hell were these?

He turned his head to see [Y/F/N] standing a few paces behind him, wringing her hands and worrying her lip. “Darlin’, what on God’s green Earth are these?”

“Uh...tribbles?”

He stood to face her, shaking his head. “No. No, tribbles -” he pointed at them - “don’t look like that. [Y/F/N], what are these?” Leonard demanded. 

She bit more at her lip before letting out a long breath. “Puffskeins.”

“Puffskeins?” He echoed back.

She sighed and stepped around him. “Yes. Well, Wilbur is. Giselle is a Pygmy Puff.”

“What?” He watched as she moved to take a seat next to them on bed. When she reached out to pick them up, something else caught Leonard’s attention and his eyes widened.

“[Y/F/N]...wh - why is there a bottle -” He cut himself short. Cautiously making his way around the bed, he faintly heard her make a strangled whine as he took in the spectacle. 

It was a bottle...and it was floating. 

In. Mid. Air. 

A bottle. 

Floating. 

Leonard felt his mouth drop open a fraction and he slowly raised his hand, swiping it around the glass object. 

Nothing. 

No strings. No wires. No resistance of any sort was felt around the bottle. The only thing he noticed was an odd distortion in the air directly against the glass bottom. Looking closer, he saw it was filled halfway with an amber liquid - similar to whiskey - but he didn’t recognize the bra -

There was a moving, fire-breathing dragon on the label.

Hand frozen mid-air, Leonard’s hazel eyes flitted over the black text surrounding the image.

Ogden’s Olde 

Fire Whiskey 

Barrel Aged in Dragonfire(????) Toasted

Sessile Oak and Imbued with

Powerful Magic(???????)

His head slowly turned to face [Y/F/N], who now watched him anxiously from the end of the bed. “What the hell...,” he breathed. 

Her shoulders drooped and she gestured to the spot next to her - which he stumbled to immediately. Once seated, she took one more deep breath. “I’mawitch,” she blurted, the words tumbling out into one jumbled mess.

Leonard blinked at her. “Say what now?”

Another inhale. “I’m a witch.”

Another stunned blink. “A - A witch?” She gave a sharp nod, gauging his reaction. “Like - like a potion brewing, riding on a broomstick witch?”

“Err - yeah?” She hunched her shoulders sheepishly, scratching the pink fluff ball in her lap. The other one sidled up to her thigh, watching him with curiosity.

He dropped his head and stared blankly at the floor. This was too surreal. There was no way that she was a - a witch. There was no such thing as magic. But...

He glanced down at the creatures and then back to where the bottle of ‘Fire Whiskey’ was still suspended in the air. “How,” he questioned, focusing back to meet her eyes. 

She shifted. “Since birth. Witches and wizards - we're born with our magic. It’s hereditary.”

“Hereditary?”

She nodded. “From parent to child. If at least one parent has magic then there’s a strong chance that at least one of their children will have it as well. Of course, it’s also possible for No-Maj’s - uh, non-magicals - to have a magical child, but no one really has a strong theory for how that happens.” 

Leonard dipped his head minutely, mulling over that information. “And your parents?”

“Both magical,” she supplied. “I’m what’s referred to as a ‘Pureblood’; meaning that my ancestors have mostly all been magical. Half-bloods only have one magical parent and No-Maj-Born’s have non-magical parents.” She finished with a frown, absentmindedly petting the small puffball. “Various ‘blood-feuds’ have happened in the past, but that’s a whole other conversation.” 

That didn’t sound good, but he decided to question that another time. “So...there’s always been magical people then?” At her confirmation, he continued. “Then why am I just hearing about this now? Why doesn’t the whole world know?”

How can a whole demographic of people hide for - apparently - thousands of years?

And why didn’t you tell me?

Her lip twisted at the corner. “The Statute of Secrecy. It’s an international law that forbids the exposure of the wizarding world to non-magicals.” The look [Y/F/N] gave him could only be described as sad and he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, but he shoved the feeling down. Her words had blossomed a sick feeling in his stomach. “See, we’ve tried in the past to integrate fully with the non-magical world, but...it never ended...well.”

Leonard’s jaw clenched at her reveal. A faint memory of talking about ‘Salem Witch Trials’ in eighth grade flicked in his mind and he swallowed the lump that grew in his throat.

Those had resulted in deaths.

No wonder they put a law in place. 

But, something else nagged at him.

“And...what happens if you do tell someone without magic.” The tension that filled the air after his question could have been cut with a knife. 

The seconds ticked by, the silence filled only by the fluffy creatures with them. When [Y/F/N] finally did speak, his heart dropped.

“I - uh - could be arrested and sent to prison.” 

Her confession had him launching forward and gathering her body in his arms, upsetting her pets. No. No that couldn’t happen. Not to [Y/F/N]. “No. No, you’re not going to prison. I’m not letting that happen to you,” he ground out.

“I said I could be, Leo,” her voice drifted up to his ears and he felt her body move with a half-hearted laugh. “That’s if M.A.C.U.S.A. found out and the situation didn’t meet the exceptions.”

He filed the unknown name into his ‘Questions for Later’ list and pulled back, gripping her shoulders so he could look into her eyes. “What exceptions?”

[Y/E/C] eyes refused to meet his own, her cheeks starting to turn pink.

“Darlin’...what are the exceptions?”

She stayed focused on a point to his left and bit her lip. “One is that I Obliviate you.” 

He gave his head a tiny shake. “Obliviate...What - What does that mean?” 

She shifted restlessly and his thumbs made comforting circles along her collarbone. “It’s a memory charm...it’s done to erase selected memories of someone.” 

Leonard froze his ministrations. “So I wouldn’t remember,” he spoke softly. “I wouldn’t remember you?” No, no, no! He couldn’t lose her. Not now. 

[Y/E/C] eyes finally met his, her hands came up to cover his. “No! No, you’d still remember me. It’s my magic that would be erased from your memories -” 

“But that is you, [Y/F/N],” he spoke earnestly, leaning in a few inches. “Don’t you get it? Darlin’, I have been tryin’ for months to understand you - to get to know ya. Every time I think I’m close, you shut me out. And when you finally give me the one thing that completes the puzzle - Do you really think I want to give that up?”

She gave him a pained look. “Leo - It’s...better than the other option...”

He searched her eyes. “What’s the other option?”

Her thumbs brushed the back of his hands as she stared back. 

“Darlin’, please,” he pleaded when she didn’t respond.

[Y/F/N] clenched her jaw, her internal debate playing out openly on her face. After what seemed like ages, she said, “The...only other allowance is for family members.” 

That’s it? “Well, that makes sense - and the crew, we’re like family -”

“No, that’s not -” She cut herself off with a huff. “They’re really picky over who knows about the Magical World. They mean, like, blood family - direct family - at the most or...spouses.”

That had Leonard’s brows raising nearly to his hairline and [Y/F/N] grimaced as a result. “Yeah, so, now you know why obliviation would be our best bet. I mean - It doesn’t have to be soon; it could be later on. Again, M.A.C.U.S.A. doesn't -”

“- What about future spouses?” He interjected, a thought popping into his head.

“What?” He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him when her eyes widened, mouth dropping open with her stunned question.

No time like the present.

“What if they were in a...promising relationship?”

She gave her head a little shake and blinked, unconsciously readjusting her hold on his hands. “I - I suppose that that would be an exception...” She trailed off. It was her eyes searching his this time, an unreadable expression filling them as they flickered back and forth.

A hopeful grin began to bloom across his face. “Then maybe we could start with dinner? Tomorrow? After our shift?”

“Wait - Leo...are you asking what I think you’re asking?” [Y/F/N] questioned softly.

Leonard released her shoulders, opting instead to cradle both of her hands in his in the space between them. “And here I thought I was bein’ obvious earlier. [Y/F/N], I have been enthralled with you since the moment you stepped off that shuttle all those months ago.” His grin broadened when she blushed and glanced down at their joined hands, but he couldn’t have that. Shuffling closer - close enough that their knees knocked against each other - he withdrew one hand, using it to lift her chin, the action causing her eyes to meet his once more. “And you bein’ a witch doesn’t change that; not one bit. I want to know all I can about you.”

She blinked at him, her chest rising with her shallow breaths. “Are you serious?” He barely even finished nodding when [Y/F/N] removed her hands and launched herself at him. If Leonard wasn’t prepared for that, he certainly wasn’t prepared for her lips to smash themselves firmly against his. 

God, it was even better than he dreamed.

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Convergence || Part Six

You’re not sure how much time had passed, but you do know that when your tears of guilt had finally subsided, you were alone in the ready room.

Well, you and the solid body that you were - for lack of better words - snuggled up against. It didn’t take too long to make the deduction as to who it was that was rubbing small circles along your spine. There was only one red-shirted male in the room the last you recalled.

That and the accented voice that was murmuring phrases of comfort near your ear.

You inhaled deeply, catching a faint scent of metal from prolonged hours in Engineering, and sniffled. As you brought your hand up to wipe at your face, you felt Scotty shift and adjust his hold on you. At some point during your cry you went from sitting in the seat next to him to actually sitting on him.

“Are ya better now, Lass?” He questioned softly.

You nodded your head, your temple rubbing against his chest, but didn’t try to move. This was a little out of your element. “I’m sorry about your shirt,” you whispered. You probably should be embarrassed, but your emotions felt drained.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Ah, it’s seen worse than a couple o’ tears.”

A faint snort escaped you and silence fell over the room. It held for several seconds before you felt Scotty take a deep breath. “It’s not your fault, [y/f/n].”

Another pang of guilt coursed through you. “If I hadn’t -”

“If ya hadn’t what?” He interrupted. “Been goin’ about your day? Been you? No one could have guessed that this would happen, [y/f/n]. It was a coincidence that you matched well with Pellos. You are not to blame for this.”

You wanted to believe him. You really did. “But -”

“No.” He pushed your body away from his torso before gripping your chin and lifting it so he could meet your eyes. The blue-grey orbs before you were filled with an earnestness. Being this close to his face caused you to notice a spot of brown in his right iris. “It’s not your fault. No one here blames ya for what happened. Okay? They’ll all tell ya the exact same thing. You’re not at fault and we’ll keep telling ya that until ya believe it.”

His reassurances brought up a whole new surge of emotions. You swallowed the lump that had grown in your throat and felt more tears begin to well in your eyes.

What did you do to deserve this?

“Oy, come on.” Scotty blinked and searched your eyes with his. He moved both of his hands so they were gently cradling your jaw. His thumbs lightly brushed against your cheekbones. “There’s only so much cryin’ I can handle in a day. And anyways, a bonnie lass like you surpassed her own quota ages ago.”

You snorted again and dropped your gaze, dipping your head. That didn’t mean you didn’t notice the grin that lit up his face. Apparently satisfied with his talk, he released your face and lightly nudged you off of his lap.

Once you were standing, you straightened your clothes before wiping at your again. As he stood next to you, you peered up at him. “Thank you, Scotty.”

You weren’t going to feel better about this anytime soon, you both knew that, but you couldn’t deny that the Scotsman helped you feel a bit better.

Scotty gave you another soft smile. “Ah, it’s no problem, Lass.” He lifted his hand and, placing it gently between your shoulder blades, he began to guide you towards the doors. “Now, come on! The Captain mentioned you hadn’t had anythin’ to eat for a while. You can think about everything else later.”

…to be continued in one final part

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Convergence || Part 3

Kirk motioned for the other two to not leaver her before making his way to McCoy’s office for privacy. “Kirk here. What’d’ya got, Scotty?”

“It was definitely the ion storm that caused the surge during the beam up, Captain. We ran diagnostics on the whole ship, just to double check. How’s Pellos?”

Kirk’s forehead crinkled in confusion. “I didn’t know you knew her?”

“I don’t. The Doc likes to boast about his prized nurses and their accomplishments.”

Kirk hummed stared at McCoy’s desk. “Scotty are you somewhere private?”

“Aye.”

“Good, ‘cause what I’m about to tell you needs to be kept under wraps at the moment.” He took a deep breath. “She’s not Pellos. At all. She didn’t act that way on the transporter because something affected her, she acted that way because she’s not from our universe.”

“They were swapped? No,” he gasped. “Don’t tell me she’s from...”

“No, she’s not; she hasn’t been violent at all so far, just - well, I don’t know how to describe it, but she’s from the past and I don’t think she poses a threat.”

“That’s good to hea - Did you say she’s from the past?”

He turned around and leaned against the desk. “2017.”

“Hell, that’s not good.”

“No, it’s not. Listen, only the senior officers are to know what’s going on right now - at least until a solution is discovered.”

“Aye, I’ll start on that right away.”

“Good, good. Grab Chekov and, once we’re done talking to her, I’ll send Spock your way.”

“Aye, absolutely, thank you Captain. Scott out.”

Kirk clicked the Comm closed when the connection was broken and rolled his shoulders. Taking one more moment to collect himself in the privacy of the small office, he soon returned to [y/l/n]’s private room.

☼

The three of you broke off from your conversation at the arrival of Kirk. Your eyes met his briefly and you couldn’t help the surge of delight that once again coursed through you.

You were on the Enterprise. The Enterprise. With Captain Kirk and Bones, and Spock, and Scotty, and... God, this is every Trekker’s dream.

And you were living it.

“Captain,” Spock began, garnering his attention. “We believe we know the reason as to Miss [y/l/n]’s extensive knowledge about us.”

Blue eyes flickered back to you. “And that is?”

You inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm yourself down. “Star Trek,” you said, breaking out into a massive grin.

Kirk raised a bushy brow. “And what is Star Trek?”

You bit your lip and bounced lightly from where you sat on the biobed, legs dangling over the side. “A TV show. Well, it used to be a TV show....well, six TV shows...actually there’s going to be a new series later this year. Anyways, there’s also thirteen movies, comic books, and novels. It’s easily one of the most influential franchises in human history.”

“So it’s important, what else?” He waved you on. You couldn’t help but sneak a glance at McCoy and Spock, both of whom looked like they were waiting for the shoe to drop on their friend.

“Well, it’s about you - all of you - and your various adventures while exploring space, the final frontier.” You couldn’t help it; you held up your hand and slowly moved it across in front of you, gazing out beyond Kirk. Refocusing, you found a bemused captain staring at you.  

“Seriously?” It appears he didn’t believe you. He looked between his two friends; McCoy snorted out a laugh and Spock merely lifted a brow. The doctor had been skeptical at first, that was expected, but Spock had accepted your story quicker than what you thought.

“If you eliminate the impossible, th -”

“- then whatever remains must be the truth.” Kirk finished.  

Spock nodded. “Indeed.”

“So you believe her; that we’re fictional characters in this other universe.”

The Commander nodded his head again. “From our past experiences, we already know that we have counterparts in other universes, but we have no proof that we must be living beings in each one.”

Kirk blinked. “Okay, you have a good point.”

You watched as Spock appeared to puff up at the compliment. “But,” Kirk continued, “this doesn’t explain [y/l/n].” He gestured at you and you straightened your posture. This was something you wanted to hear. “When the ion storm happened and we went to the mirror-verse, we swapped places with our counterparts. They were us and the scans proved it; Bones already scanned her and determined that she and Pellos are different.”

“But I did say that they were similar,” McCoy answered. “And since we don’t exist in her universe the transporter just latched onto the next closest thing.”

“Okay, but why just her? What about you and I and the other four who were in transport?”

“Location?” You pipped up when the idea popped into your head. When they looked at you you shrugged. “I don’t exactly live near any of the actors that portrayed you.”

“It’s a plausible theory.” You were both shocked and pleased at Spock’s support. It had just been a thought you had thrown out there, but apparently it had merit. “Mr. Scott had not been attempting to beam the away team from multiple locations -”

“So it wouldn’t have searched out lifeforms far away from her.”

You knew the characters were smart, but being a witness to the real thing had you filled with awe.

God, you were the luckiest Trekker that ever lived.

But, at Jim’s next words, your awe soured. “So not only do we need to get someone back to the past and get our nurse back in the process, but we need to switch them between alternate universes as well.”

...to be continued

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