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Leonard "Bones" McCoy Oneshots

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Not A Doctor

Bones McCoy x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Star Trek

Summary: Bones' SO hurts themselves on an away mission and has to stitch themselves up as well as they can to buy time for a med evac to the Enterprise

Word Count: 1,533

Category: Fluff, Humor, a little bit of Angst

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"Shit," I hissed, pressing a hand to my side as I slid down the wall. When I finally got up the courage to pull my hand back and look, it came away with a lot more blood than I'd hoped to find. I'd fallen pretty far and managed to avoid any broken bones based on my pain levels, but the wound in my side was gaping and looked concerningly serious.

I could practically hear the extended bridge crew chorusing "I told you so" from here.

As if on cue, my communicator beeped. I grimaced, but managed to take it out of my bag and open it to respond.

"What's up?" I groaned.

"Y/N, where are you?" came the voice of Jim Kirk, one of my best friends and the captain of the Enterprise. "Scotty's reporting he can only find two targets to beam up."

Dammit. That figured.

"I'm... not totally sure. I was trying to follow the signature on my tricorder to that plant I've been looking for when the ground just gave way under me. I'm not sure how far I fell, but I hit something pretty hard on the way down and I've got... quite the gash in my side."

Silence on the other end for a few moments, then:

"Hang tight. We're coming to find you."

The communicator hung up with a click, and I sighed, ignoring the flare of pain in my side. I had faith in Jim's determination and ability to find me, especially with Spock here helping him, but I still needed to do something if I wanted to be alive when they found me.

Thankfully, I'd watched my boyfriend, Doctor Leonard McCoy, stich people up often enough that I felt fairly confident I could do a passable job on myself. I dug some sewing supplies out of my bag that I hadn't removed from my last away mission misadventure, and pulled the hem of my shirt up to get a better look at the wound.

I grimaced, gritting my teeth and trying to prepare for this. I'd been so excited to join Kirk and Spock on this away mission. This planet was supposed to have one of the rarest plants in the galaxy, and I'd been looking forward to finding it since I'd first heard we'd be coming here. And now, I was at the bottom of this pit or cave or whatever, slowly bleeding out, without even a picture of the plant to show for it.

Ugh.

I tried to focus on my breathing as I threaded a needle and put it to my skin. I knew the wound needed to be disinfected before I totally closed it, but I didn't have anything on me to do that with, and I knew Bones would be able to take care of it for me if I could manage to get back to him.

I took a few deep breaths to steel myself, then stuck the needle through. I swore loudly and kept up a steady stream of expletives as I sewed up the wound. I pulled it closed as tightly as I dared, then held my jacket to my waist to try to staunch the remainder of the bleeding.

I sighed, long and hard, then leaned my head back against the wall of whatever hole I'd fallen into. I had no idea how long those stitches had taken me, but it certainly hadn't been quick. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too much longer before I heard Jim and Spock stumbling down some passage towards me.

I focused on deep breaths as the pain continued to throb in my side, completely zoning out to the time and environment around me. Finally, I heard some shuffling movement from a slightly more gradual incline up ahead of me. The voices of my friends echoed out, curious and searching.

"Y/N!"

"I'm here!" I called back, my voice a little weaker than normal. I cleared my throat, then tried again. "Here!"

A moment later, my friends came into view. Jim grinned at me as Spock started scanning the space, probably trying to decide on the best way to get me out of here.

"How're you holding up?" asked Jim. I forced a smile.

"Living the dream."

He scoffed, then moved to crouch beside me and put one of my arms over his shoulder.

"Spock! Come help me."

"We'll need to get around the corner and most of the way back up the incline we came down to reach a spot where Mr. Scott can register us," said Spock as he joined us. "There seems to be some property of this rock that's prohibiting the transporter signal from reaching us."

"Great," I huffed, grimacing as my friends pulled me to my feet. Even resting most of my weight on them, I was still seeing spots. "This is gonna be great."

Between the three of us, somehow, we managed to get back into transporter range. I almost lost consciousness at one point, but we'd paused, and I'd managed to pull myself back from the brink. When the Enterprise's transporter room finally materialized before me, the relief was palpable, not least of all because Bones was waiting for me.

"Y/N," he said, jumping to attention and rushing onto the pad to replace Jim at my side. With Spock's help, we started moving immediately for the Med Bay. "What happened?"

"I was following the signature of the plant I was looking for on my tricorder. Then all of a sudden, the ground gave way underneath me. It wasn't a straight drop, I don't think, but I fell a pretty long way, bouncing off the rock slide and the walls of the cave I fell into on the way down. I'm bruised, but I don't think it's anything bad besides the cut on my stomach."

Bones nodded. "We'll get you to Med Bay and make sure."

Luckily, my boyfriend was very good at staying calm and focused in a crisis for his patients. He was completely in the zone as he and Spock helped me into a bed once we reached Med Bay, and then Bones started checking my vitals and assessing my injuries. I watched him carefully for any break in his usual bedside manner to tell me if I needed to be worried about something, but none came.

Hopefully that was a good sign, and not just because he was an incredible doctor.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to me, Bones returned from his testing and reappeared by  my bedside. His hands were on his hips, but he seemed calmer, and definitely out of intense doctor mode.

"Alright, the good news is you'll be just fine. But I'm still gonna need to disinfect the wound and stitch you up," he said. I gave him the best smile I could muster.

"Sounds like a plan."

He sighed, then gently lifted my shirt high enough to give him access to the gash in my side. The light touch of his fingertips sent goosebumps along my skin, but I did my best to ignore them, especially as Bones frowned.

"What the hell did you do to yourself?" he asked, not looking away from his work on my side.

"Uh... I slammed into a rock. We covered this already, remember?"

"No, I didn't mean your injury." Bones paused and looked up at me, the smallest smile tugging at his lips. "I meant these stitches. Yikes."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, making Bones chuckle as he got back to work.

"Okay, whatever. I'm a biologist, not a doctor, dammit. I think I did a pretty good job, considering the circumstances."

"Mm, I guess so. Barely."

"Hey!" I laughed, hitting him lightly in the shoulder. "You better knock it off or I'm gonna start practicing my stitches on you."

Bones snorted, but I could see the smile on his face as he continued working. Thanks to the medical facilities of the Enterprise, it barely hurt as he undid my messy job and redid it with a much better one of his own.

"So... what are you doing after this?" I asked after a few long moments of letting him work in peace. He paused to look up at me again, one eyebrow raised.

"Don't tell me you're hitting on your own boyfriend after only the low-level painkillers I gave you?"

"I can and will hit on my own boyfriend whenever I want, no painkillers required. But I was mostly asking if you had other patients to deal with after me, or if you'd be free to come cuddle on the couch and eat junk food with me. I think it'd really help speed up my recovery process."

Bones' mouth quirked into a smile again as he put the finishing touches on my stitches.

"Well if it's for the wellness of a patient... I think Nurse Chapel might be willing to take over from me for the rest of the day."

"Thank goodness for Christine."

Bones and I shared a smile, then he returned to his work and I watched him contentedly. Obviously, life and death situations on away missions were never ideal—but I couldn't really bring myself to be upset about how this one had played out, even if I hadn't managed to get my plant in the end.

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Read the pinned post and I'm so glad you're still taking requests for Star Trek!! I was wondering if you could do something for Bones with loads of banter and friends to lovers? Like they work together on the enterprise and are super close. They're always flirting and making fun of eachother, etc until one day R gets hurt and they both confess. I'm a sucker for sick fics/hurt comfort.

'Stay Safe' - leonard 'bones' mccoy

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There’s never a dull moment when you’re up amongst the stars.

At times like this, when everything is going south, it’s important to remember that you signed up for this. You were the one who decided that a simple life back on your home planet was too boring for you. You were the one who chose to put yourself through the most rigorous courses you could find in Starfleet Academy. You were the one who somehow thought that pestering Jim Kirk (that’s Captain to you) to let you onto the Enterprise would be the best possible career plan.

And now you’re the one finding yourself hurled into danger for what feels like the dozenth time this week. At least you’re not twiddling your thumbs, hoping for something to do, but at least boredom doesn’t get you killed. At this rate, with Jim’s latest half-mad plan to get you all out of the latest crisis, you have no idea if you can say that about your position on the Enterprise.

The Enterprise’s latest incident is going to take place in a few hours. There’s been a situation on a backwater planet where an escape pod from an imploding shuttle was accidentally stranded without any chance of rescue. Unfortunately, the travelers in the pod managed to crash land on a planet with a toxic atmosphere, so they’ve been forced to stay inside their pod lest they breathe in the poisonous gas. They’ve only got a short while before their life support systems give out, which is why it’s time for the Enterprise to step in.

The only problem is that this planet is way more hostile than original scans made it out to be. What was meant to be a one man mission has quickly unraveled into a far more complex plan. More crew members will have to be sent down, and you’ll need contact with the ship so you can quickly beam everyone up before they get hurt.

You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised to receive a summons to the bridge. You’ve known Jim for a while now, and in turn he knows that he can rely on you in dangerous times such as these. You’ve more than proven yourself capable of handling extreme pressure and risks, so your caution and quick thinking pay off by plunging you back in danger again.

Jim wants a group to travel down to the surface and retrieve the pod with its survivors. You’ll go along with Sulu, Uhura, and your captain, as all of you work well together and can handle tough situations like this. Jim gave you the option to stay back on the Enterprise, of course, he’d never force you into something as perilous as this, but this won’t be the first time that you’ve risked your life to save innocent lives, and it certainly won’t be the last.

Jim had known that, but he’d still smiled with obvious relief when you agreed to take part in the mission. “Glad to have you with us,” he’d said, clapping you on the shoulder, “Now, we’ve got to get moving, and fast. You’ll have to swing by the med wing to get cleared for surface interaction. Meet us back here as soon as you can so we can finish going over details before we head out. And thanks again, Y/N.”

You’d waved off his gratitude with an easy smile. This is what you do best, after all. You accept the risks and you take the challenges. All in a day’s work. Still, the more difficult part has yet to come. This planet’s atmosphere is no joke. Even a few minutes of unadulterated skin contact on the surface of that planet could burn away your skin. That’s why you’ll need to head over to the medical wing so they can decide you’re in good enough condition to risk it, as well as give you necessary supplements to provide some protection against the acidity of the atmosphere. Besides, it’ll give you a chance to catch up with a friend, and you’ve never turned that down, either.

Your footsteps are quick as you hurry out of the bridge and down the sprawling corridors towards the medical wing. It’s as busy as ever, with blue-shirted figures darting in and out wherever you look. Still, in all of their chaos and yours, you manage to locate the one man you’re here to see in record time.

Doctor Leonard McCoy, known to some as the most intimidating medical professional on the Enterprise and to his friends as Bones, has just finished sending one patient on their way when he’s confronted with the sight of another one. Unlike most of the invalids to cross his path, though, Bones doesn’t greet you with an unhappy harrumph, nor even a sarcastic comment about what you did to land yourself in the med wing. Instead, he almost smiles. 

“Y/N. Good to see you. I don’t suppose you’re here to help out or do something nice for me?” He says dryly.

You grin. “Afraid not, Bones. I need a favor.”

He arches a dark brow, crossing the room to replenish a container of syringes. “What favor? If it’s anything more than verbal, you’re going to have to join the patient waitlist.”

You wince. “See, I was hoping you wouldn’t say that. I need you to clear me for contact with the planet. ASAP.”

Bones actually stops moving for once in his life just so he can stare incredulously at you. “Are you out of your mind? I thought Jim declared any activity on that planet to be a risk to life and resources.”

“He did,” you admit, “but that’s why I’m joining the party. The more the merrier, apparently. Uhura says she wants someone down there with functioning critical thinking skills so she can balance out Jim. We’ll be fine so long as we stick together, but I need you to clear me first.”

Bones folds his arms across his chest. “So all I have to do to stop you from going into a trap this big is to just refuse to check your condition? Done.”

You pull a face. “Bones, I’m not kidding. We have to do this.”

“Neither am I,” he fires back. “This is a stupid move and Jim knows that. I’m not letting him lose half the superior officers of this ship all at once. You’re all going to get yourselves killed. Hate me if you want, sweetheart, but I’m keeping you alive. That’s what the medical officer is supposed to do, by the way, in case you forgot.”

You sigh. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but we have to do this, you know that. Besides, if you won’t clear me, I’ll just find someone who will. Would it make you sleep easier at night if you refused to take a look at me so I made an intern give me the meds I need to breathe down there? I’m sure they’d get the prescription right on the first try.”

Bones blows a sharp breath out, but when it becomes clear that you aren’t willing to back down, he purses his lips and relents. “Fine. You’re too damn stubborn for your own good, by the way.”

You crack a grin. “From you, Bones, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He hems and haws while he runs the necessary scans, but when you walk out of the med wing, you do so with the perfect combination of supplements and injections to enable you to breathe the toxic atmosphere on the planet without dying. You’ll all be in thick suits anyway, but just in case, it’s important to take these steps to protect yourselves now. Hopefully, you won’t need them, but the downsides of skipping them are much worse than the inconvenience of a couple extra shots.

Bones makes sure to remind you of this before you go. He warns you to stay out of trouble, knowing full well that there’s no chance of that, but you nod along anyway. You glance over your shoulder right before you leave the med wing, and catch a glimpse of him staring after you, brow knit with anxiety. At this point, you have to return from this mission intact not just for your own good but his as well.

Jim and the others are finalizing the plan when you get back to the bridge. He feigns surprise when you walk in, although he can’t hide a broad grin. “Bones let you go that easily? Maybe he’s losing his touch.”

You arch a brow. “What does that mean?”

Your captain laughs. “It means he’s very protective of you. It’s cute.”

You make a face. “I didn’t think I’d ever hear you call Bones cute, and now I wish I never did.”

Jim rolls his eyes. “I’m just trying to connect to you, Y/N. I thought you’d agree with that. You two only ever spend time with each other anyway, aren’t you—”

He’s studiously interrupted by Uhura calling everyone to focus so you can get down to the planet as soon as possible. You don’t miss the pointed look she gives to Jim the second they think your back is turned, but you’ve been seeing a lot of those lately, and they only get easier to ignore. 

Contrary to what is apparently the popular belief on the Enterprise, you’re not in a relationship with Bones. It’s startling how many people here think you are, but you’re not. You’re just friends. No matter how many times Jim points out that Bones is oddly friendly and warm towards you, and offenses committed by Jim that earn hours of yelling only receive a small frown when you repeat them, the truth is the same. Jim may have a romantic goal for you and Bones, but it’s not happening. 

What is happening, however, is the mission at hand. After conferring for a while longer, you have Scotty beam all of you down to the planet surface. The ground underneath your feet is rocky and uneven, so you’ll have to be cautious. One bad spill could leave you with a torn suit, and even with your medical boosters, you want as little contact with the toxic environment as possible.

You and the others quickly make your way to the downed escape pod. Once there, you spread out, spreading a connective net between all of you before setting it on the ground and activating it. A temporary shield forms a dome in the air, sealing off the ground from the poison clouds floating low through the air. Once the life support cycles through, it’s safe for anyone without a suit to breathe. It’ll wear out soon though, especially while taking a continuous beating from the noxious gas outside, so you’ll have to move quickly.

You hurry over to the pod, knocking twice on the side before calling for them to come out. Slowly, a hatch on the side retracts, and five travelers come out, eyes wide and scared. Uhura hands them some suits, urging the victims to put them on quickly. They don’t need to be told twice, hurriedly pulling on the suits while you count down the seconds before you need to move again.

Although helpful when combating the toxic atmosphere, you won’t be able to beam up while you’re in the shield dome due to the energy signature currently keeping you alive. You’ll have to slowly let people out of the dome and hope that their suits stay stable long enough for Scotty up above to lock onto their signatures and safely retrieve them. 

One by one, the members of the doomed escape pod leave the safety of the dome. You watch them get beamed up one by one, listening to your earpiece to know when to send up the next one. Finally, the last of them is ready to be sent up, and you breathe a quiet sigh of relief. At last, an Enterprise mission that goes according to plan. 

See, you should have known better than to jinx it like that. It’s common knowledge around here that the moment you decide something is going according to plan, you’ll be proven wrong in a heartbeat, and the galaxy likes nothing better than to mess with all of you. 

So, of course, not a fraction of a second later than the time you think you’ll be alright, you notice a gap between the dome and the ground. The surface of this planet is rocky, you noticed it when you first landed. One of the escapees must have knocked into the dome generator while you were pulling them out. It wouldn’t have taken much to disrupt the field, not when it’s been fighting the acidity of the environment around you for so long. 

And, as you watch with horrified eyes, the toxic sludge from outside has already started to make its way in. All it takes is one drop. One drop, to start to wear away at the protective coating of the generators. One drop, to make its way inside the machinery. One drop, to cause a chain reaction that ends with the energy of the dome cycling back in on itself and exploding.

You have just enough time to shout for everyone to take cover before the thing goes nuclear. The last person stuck on the doomed escape pod is right beside you, and you fling your body over them to protect them from the blast. The impact slams into you a heartbeat later, knocking you to the ground. Your suit can take a beating from the toxic gas, but not a self destructing energy shield generator, and if it wasn’t already weakened from the blast, tumbling over sharp rocks is more than enough to tear holes in the side.

Instantly, the toxic gas rushes in. You scream out, feeling the poisonous fumes eating away at your skin. Everything is metallic and agonizing, the taste of copper radiating through your mouth. Somewhere in the background, you can hear Jim yelling for Scotty to beam you up now, but it’s hard to hear him distinctly when your vocal chords are taut in one constant cry of pain. You manage to endure another few seconds before blacking out, and although unconsciousness is always a bad sign when you’re on a foreign planet, your last satisfied thought before you pass out is that at least you won’t have to feel the pain anymore.

It’s quiet for a long time, dark and quiet. Peaceful, almost. You wake up slowly. It hurts to open your eyes because it’s so bright compared to the hazy blackness behind your lids, but it gets easier after a while. When you’re finally able to piece together the fact that you’re on a bed in the med wing, secluded from the main hustle and bustle so you can heal in privacy, you also realize that you’re not alone. Bones is sitting in a chair drawn up close beside you, head in shaky hands.

Bones. Oh, he must be irate. All those warnings about keeping you safe and then you went and hurt yourself like this. It wasn’t like you wanted to have your skin melted off by a toxic planet, but that’s how it goes when you try to save people. Bones, however, doesn’t care about the rest. He cares about you, as he’s put it plainly several times.

You reach over, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “Everything alright, Doc?”

He jerks up, startled, although the panic in his eyes starts to abate when he realizes you’re conscious. “I think I should be asking you that. You’re the one who came back in a pool of your own blood.”

You wince. “How bad was it?”

“Very,” he says, and that one word contains with it the gravity of a lifetime.

You can imagine how it must have gone for him, then. Bones, biding his time up in the med wing, patching up patients to distract himself from not knowing what was going down on the surface of the planet. He would have told himself it would be fine because you said it would be fine, and just as he got halfway to believing it, Jim would have rushed through the doors carrying your unconscious, bleeding, actively diminishing body. What a ghastly scene.

“You patched me up pretty well, though. I don’t feel anything.” You tell him, mostly to try and lift that desperate look on his face.

Bones lets out a shaky laugh. “Yeah, well, that’s what a cocktail of painkillers will do for you. You’ll take a while to recover, though. I can’t stop that.”

From the way he keeps shooting nervous glances at your side, though, you can tell that he wishes more than anything that he could stop it. The two of you wait in patient, terrible silence, and then Bones gives in and says what he’s been holding back all this time.

“It’s just– Dammit, Y/N, I thought you were going to die. When they brought you in, you weren’t moving. Your heart was barely even beating. I can keep giving you pills and bandages when you need them, but that won’t be enough to bring you back from the dead. I can’t lose you, Y/N. I could lose the ship, I could lose the rest of the crew, I could lose myself, but I can’t lose you.”

Your breath is shallow in your chest, and not just because of the injury. “Why?”

“You know why,” he says, refusing to look at you.

“I want to hear you say it,” you tell him.

A silence. A drawn breath. “I love you,” he says at last, “I love you, Y/N. More than anything. Didn’t know it until I thought you were dead. Didn’t think I’d have to say it until you woke up.”

Bones is not one to beat around the bush, but he still waits a beat or too longer before forcing himself to look back at you. His eyes cut to you in one clean jerk, like ripping off a bandage. You’re not here to hurt him, though. Not anymore.

“I love you too,” you tell him. “Probably longer than you.”

“There’s no reason to make this a contest,” Bones chides you, but he’s starting to smile at last.

“Why not? Scared I’ll win?” You laugh.

Bones tries to glare, but the corners of his mouth refuse to tamp down into anything sober or serious. “Cut that out.”

“Make me,” you challenge him, and he takes you up on your word by leaning forward abruptly to kiss you.

Of all the things to make you go silent, that might be your favorite. It’ll take you a while to heal, but maybe it’s not the worst thing to be stuck in the med wing for a while longer. You and Bones have plenty of things to talk about in the meantime.

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Spock x FemReader

An: uh...this didn't quite go as expected so I'm sorry lol. By time noticed it was off subject it was too late soooo I deciced to go ahead and finish it. But don't worry I'm working on a fic more on subject to what you requested! 😭

Request: Spock x Reader where reader works under Spock and is terrified/attracted to him and thinks he hates her bc of his blunt Vulcan behavior? But in the end discovers he secretly is attracted to her and feels protective of her.

Warnings: embarrassing situations, anxiety, and some adult language.

Summary: You have a certain pointy earred alien on your mind for multiple reasons. You should hate him like he hates you but you can't bring yourself to. Much to your dismay... Embarrassing moments ensue.

You sigh staring at the specimen in front of you. A boring plain leafed plant from one of the recent expeditions. Ordinary nothing special. Quite lackluster and disappointing. Not someone anybody would care for. Someone? Gosh you need a break, this is getting sad. Projecting your angst on to a poor little plant is defiantly a new low. You shake your head and sigh running a hand over your face. A few of your fellow science officers send concerned glances your way. You flush slightly embarrassed.

'I need to get back to work,' you think. You know that you can't keep pushing of your work because of your silly angst. Especially since Sp- he would notice. 'Don't need to give him a reason to nag me.' Well not like you'd have to give him one. Lately it seems all he can do is nag and belittle you. Critiquing each and every little thing that you do. And yet you still lov-

"Ugggh, get it together lieutenant and stop acting like a child." You groan under your breath aggravated.

You pick up your pad and look at the plant to continue your observations. Aroma? Earthy and warm. Size? 11.9 inches. Form? Stalky lean. Leaf shape? Spatulate. Flower color? You lean forward, silky black blossom. Your heart races but you take a deep breath and continue. Leaf color? A lovely shade of green. It reminds you of the faint flush of-

"Is everything alright?"

"!" You let out a gasp and whip around. And of course wouldn't you know it, it's the last person you'd want to see. The object of your frustration and affection, Spock.

Spock's eyebrow twitches up. "My apologies I did not intend to frighten you."

"No! No it's fine. I just wasn't expecting you to just show up so sudden is all..." You put a hand over your racing heart. You can feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You wish you could just disappear right now. Maybe if you ju-

"Lieutenant, are you well? You have been distracted since you arrived for your shift. Aswell as your excessive sighing and your flush cheeks. Are you sick? If so I will have to implore you to go to sick bay." Spock admonishes you.

"I- I am not sick! I admit I'm distracted but...It's not- I'm not sick." You stammer. You can't believe he's calling you out like this, so loud and very public. It's humiliating. Your can't even look him in the eyes anymore. Because you're certain if you did he'd peer into your mind and learn as to why you been so distracted. You'd rather die then for him to find out. He's already cruel enough. Gosh, how could this get any worse?

And you to your horror you realize, quite easily is the answer. While avoiding his burning yet apathetic gaze you notice your coworkers glancing at the scene. Judging and knowingly. Some whispering, some pointing. They all know. They know why. They can tell. Your feelings. Oh my god...Oh god...Oh god-

Spock either doesn't notice your panic or doesn't care because he continues to chew you out. "Are you certain? Because it appears you are flushing even worse now. But if you are not sick would you care to explain your actions? Particularly talking to the plant you are supposed to be inspecting. That is certainly not an action a healthy and sane person would take. Perhaps you need to see a counselor or be reliev-"

"Just stop!" You snap you can't help it. You're so overwhelmed. Everything is too much. All the eyes looking at you. And him. Why does he have to hate you so much. Why... Oh god and now you've yelled at him! You've just made this into an even bigger scene. Thank god there's not too many people in the labs this late at night. But everyone will soon hear about this...oh god you're fucked.

You begin to tear up. You look into his eyes finally. His eyebrows are raised almost holding an expression of shock and maybe concern? Who are you kidding as if he could care. Even if he could care he'd definitely not care for you.

"Why? Why do you hate me so...so-" you're cut off by a small cry that escapes. You quickly throw a hand over your mouth to stop any more from escaping. Tears begin to run down your face. You panic, you need to get out as soon as possible and spare yourself any further embarrassment. You dash out of the labs. Leaving behind a shocked and confused Spock.

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"I simply do not understand why she was upest."

"You don't understand why she was upset? You don't- My god how could someone so smart be so stupid!" Leonard McCoy exclaims exasperated.

"You think that I am smar-"

"That is not the point you pointy eared hobgoblin! Goodness gracious...look." McCoy sighs and leans forward in his seat giving Spock a tired glare.

"You insulted and embarrassed the poor girl in front of all her lab rat coworkers. Hell if I was her I would have done a whole lot more to you then shout and cry. I'd give ya what for." McCoy states plainly punching his palm with his clenched fist.

"I see...it was not my intention to embarrass her nor do I hate her."

"You don't?" McCoy looks at him in disbelief.

"What? Of course I do not hate her nor harbor any ill intentions towards her."

"Goodness Spock... you sure have a way of showing it. Look, I talk to her. We're close and let me tell ya you've been giving her some hell. Ya leave her as ill as a hornet. If you don't hate her then why do ya insist on angering and embarrassing that poor little lady?"

"I- I was unaware I was angering or embarrassing her." Spock says quietly eyebrows furrowed and slightly lowered. Truly he would never wish to upset you. He just wants the best for you and to help you be the best you can be.

"My god...you like her don't you? Heh... Spock you're in deep." McCoy laughs at Spock's expense.

"Please do not tease me. What should I do?"

"Your asking ME for advice? I never thought I'd see the day. My my my you do have it bad."

Spock gets up to leave but is stopped my McCoy's hand that pushes him back into his seat. "Yer not goin anywhere. Sit right there I'm gonna grab some drinks. We're gonna need it."

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"You've got five minutes to explain." You snap at him while leaning in your doorway.

Spock nods, " I am deeply sorry. It was not my intention to anger you or to embarrass you. Nor do I hate you, it is quite the opposite. I- I deeply enjoy your company and I find you fascinating. You make me feel although I do not know how to show it. But I will endeavor to do better if you could forgive me? And if you return my feelings?"

You stand in shock. There is no way this is really happening. "Pinch me."

"No, why would I wish to harm you? Did I not explain well enough I do not wish any form of harm or discomfort to you?" Spock says looking offended and confused.

"Nonono sorry, its just an expression. I just can't believe this is real. I must be dreaming."

"Dreaming?"

"Yes, because there is no way that this is real. That you're basically confessed to liking me and asking me out! No, its too crazy..."

"You are not dreaming. And yes I do 'like you'. I also would not mind if you would allow me to court you."

"I-I really?"

"Indeed." Spock looks at you. Wondering if he's made a mistake. Perhaps you don't feel the same? Or he's hurt you too much. Or any other reason.

"Yes! I mean, yes. I would like that very much. I've liked you for awhile now. Um but just please try not to be so mean?" You say with a bright beaming smile.

"Of course." Spock nods seriously.

"Can I please hug you? I'm just so happy!"

Spock nods and stoops down to wrap you in a gentle hug. You wrap yourself up in his lanky form. Maybe the plant is loveable after all.

@yoursparkdoll @lucycola

[lapseinrecs]

Graduate Vulcan For Fun and Profit 

By lazulisong @lazulisong

On Archive of Our Own 

Status: Oneshot; 15,113 words

Summary: It really does take a village to raise a Jim. The members of the Kelvin's crew watch over Jim as much as he lets them.

My thoughts: One of my favorites. I think about the line "I WAS BORN ON THE GOD DAMN SHUTTLE, YOU SON OF A BITCH" all the time. It's been years since I first read it and yet it's one of my favorite lines in any fic. Also the ending hits like a punch to the guts. I like the hope.

[xruzzakix]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Spock Characters: Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Nyota Uhura Additional Tags: Protective Spock (Star Trek), POV Spock (Star Trek), Worried James T. Kirk, Hurt Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Leonard "Bones" McCoy Has a Crush, Pining, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Emotional Spock (Star Trek), Mind Meld, Not Canon Compliant, Major Character Injury, Leonard "Bones" McCoy Needs a Hug, Caring Spock (Star Trek), Dorks in Love, Broken Bones, Mentioned Nyota Uhura, Nyota Uhura is a Good Friend Summary:

The U.S.S Enterprise has a mission on an unidentified planet. They're unable to go down to the planet's surface and must wait in orbit until they can work out a way to get in. This leaves the entire crew way too much time to sit and do nothing but think about themselves and makes Bones have a horrifying realization that dominoes into chaos. Spock tries to find a way to fix it all before it's too late. (Spoiler alert, he can't.)

OR

A shitfic I decided to write to get me back into writing and cure my EXTREME Star Trek hyperfixation. Enjoy!

[dahyeltal]

Here are the first two chapters of my "short" "oneshot"! I left it on a cliffhanger. (Tags under the cut.)

Enjoy the punny title, that's also courtesy of @enterprize. <3

The final three chapters will be posted at a more reasonable time tomorrow. (And the only reason they weren't posted all at once is 'cause I didn't know until a bit ago that I only published one chapter. 🙃

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek Relationships: Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Spock, James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy Characters: Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk, Christine Chapel Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Friends With Benefits, Casual Sex, Of the McKirk Variety, Offscreen McChapel sex and references, Past Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Christopher Pike, Knotting, Pining, Vulcan Biology (Star Trek), Non-Human Genitalia, Sheath Penetration, Marking, Vulcan Mind Melds (Star Trek), Accidental Bonding, Possessive Spock (Star Trek), Jealousy, Love Confessions, Light Angst, Happy Ending

clearing my name before erin @dahyeltal starts a smear campaign against me: i was not bullying erin to write more i was simply throwing gasoline on their muse to see what would happen

[majormiles]

Promise by @aishahiwatari

🍂 Star Trek (AOS)

🍂 James T. Kirk / Leonard McCoy

🍂 Teen | 2.7k | oneshot

🍂 No major warnings

It's never been a secret that Jim and Bones are together. They have been since the Academy. So why the hell does nobody believe that Jim is in a serious relationship?

[space-mermaid-writing]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

This looks fun! I'll only pick fics I wrote in English tho. (fyi I have like 50 more in German. But those are old and from another fandom)

1. The witchling and the god [Loki / Witch!Reader] AO3 link Why a favorite: I started writing it because of a simple idea. It was never meant to become that long and deep. But I really like how the fic turned out. A pleasant surprise :D

2. The black cat with blue eyes [IronStrange] AO3 Link Why a favorite: Stephen in cat form (temporary) and a lot of trauma. Do I have to say more? I put so much analysis in this.

3. You don’t always have to be okay [Doctor Strange / Reader] Why a favorite: Short but soft. I wrote it in the night; that always means I put a lot of myself in it. This oneshot is a comfort blanket that gently wraps around you.

4. Cuddles [Alpha!Loki / Omega!Reader] Why a favorite: what can I say? I don't remember why I even first started reading a/b/o...maybe as a joke, maybe because I was curious what the fuss was about. Joke's on me: it became a favorite trope of mine. 'Cuddles' is the only a/b/o related thing I've ever written but I'd love to explore that verse more in the future.

5. In space nobody hears you scream [Mirror! Leonard McCoy] AO3 Link Why a favorite: Bones is my favorite Star Trek character in all timelines. But what if he was slightly unhinged? What if everyone was slightly unhinged? But Bones, Kirk and Spock would still strike some kind of unlikely friendship?

After some consideration I deemed these my favorites. I will now continue to pass the message on :)

[ao3feed-spirk]

No outcome but this

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53226862 by fangirlandiknowit Stuck in an alien prison cell with Jim, Spock suffers the onset of pon farr... Words: 4179, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Spirk oneshots Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Additional Tags: Pon Farr (Star Trek), Captured By Aliens, Love Confessions, Jim might not know exactly what he agrees to but he is certainly agreeing, Post-Movie: Star Trek Beyond (2016), Mind Meld, Bonding read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53226862

[captainsophiestark]

Corn Maze

Bones McCoy x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Star Trek

Summary: Y/N's best friend dragged her into a corn maze at the local harvest festival to celebrate finishing their last round of Starfleet exams. She quickly losesher friend in the maze, but luckily, she's not the only one with a friend who drags her into ridiculous situations.

Word Count: 1,772

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Why did I let my friends convince me this was a good idea?" I mumbled, rubbing my arms to try to stay warm. The sun had set while I was trapped in the corn maze, and now it was getting a little too cold for comfort.

I wandered a few more steps through the maze, looking for any sign of my friends or an exit. Nothing.

Why did I let them talk me into this? Worse, why did I agree to split up?

I never realized before, but corn took on an eerie quality in the dark. The stalks rustled slightly in the breeze, and I felt goosebumps run up my spine. It felt like someone else was there with me, just beyond the next row of corn...

Cautiously, hating every minute of it, I tip toed towards the next corner in the maze. I tried to settle my nerves, but when I turned the corner I came face to face with a strange, shadowy man.

"AH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, jumping back and flailing my arms out in front of me.

"Ah! Dammit!" yelled the man, also jumping back and clutching his heart. I heard him grumble something under his breath that sounded like "I'm gonna kill Jim."

"Who are you?" I demanded, getting my wits back. I stayed tense, ready to take off running at a moment's notice.

"Name's McCoy, but you can call me Bones," he said, straightening up and looking me up and down. "Who're you?"

"Y/F/N Y/L/N. Why are you out in a corn maze after dark?"

"Ladies first," said Bones, crossing his arms and giving me an expectant stare. I squinted at him, trying to weigh my options. If he was some murderer out here, he probably would've tried to kill me already, right?

I sighed, giving in. "My friends and I are about to graduate from Star Fleet Academy. Since tests and everything are finally over, we decided to take the weekend to celebrate. They thought the corn maze looked fun, I got dragged along, we got separated, and now I'm here."

Bones scoffed. "That sounds familiar."

"Same thing happen to you?"

"Just about, except we've been out of the academy for a couple years now. Somehow he still manages to make me do stupid things like this."

"Yeah, I have a couple friends like that. I can already see them dragging me into the same stuff even five years from now."

Bones chuckled and shook his head, then looked back at me.

"Well, since we're both out of our element here, we might as well be in this together. Which way should we try now?" he asked.

"I came from one way, you came from the other. We're both still here, so there's only one option left," I said, pointing to the path ahead of us.

"I guess that makes as much sense as anything else."

We started walking, neither of us saying a word. It was pretty awkward, and I almost preferred the dark creepy corn maze silence. After a few more steps without a word, I decided to speak up and try to make things a little less tense.

"So, you're in Starfleet?" I asked.

"Yup. I regret it a lot some days, but I'm still here."

"What's your position?"

"I'm the CMO of the Enterprise."

I stuttered a step when he said that. Not only was he the Chief Medical Officer, which was incredibly impressive for someone his age, but he was the Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise, the best ship in the fleet!

"Wait, seriously?" I asked, walking a little faster to catch back up to him. "That's amazing! The Enterprise is my dream placement. What is that even like?"

"You ever been hung over?"

Not the response I was expecting, I'll admit. Still, I tried to roll with it.

"Uh... once or twice."

"Imagine the worst hangover you've ever had, and then imagine that times three. That's what being the CMO of the Enterprise is like."

"Damn. You know, you sound pretty cranky and jaded for someone your age."

Bones sighed and looked up at the sky as we walked. He didn't say anything for a minute, but when he finally did, he sounded incredibly tired.

"I don't like space. The only reason I went up there in the first place was to get away from things here."

I hummed. "Fair enough, I guess. But is it really worth staying if there's nothing you like about it?"

He was silent for another long stretch, then finally, he spoke without looking at me.

"Space is dangerous and stupid. It's a true fact. But... there are worse things than living through the ridiculous nonsense I've lived through with the people on that ship. Sometimes it's even interesting."

I smiled to myself. I was starting to get a read on Bones, and he seemed to have a much softer center than he wanted to let on.

After a moment, he quickly cleared his throat.

"Besides, it's not like I have much choice. Those idiots wouldn't have survived half this long if they didn't have me."

I grinned. "Well, assuming my test scores are what I'm hoping they'll be, I can't wait to be one of those idiots in a few weeks."

Bones snorted and cut his eyes towards me. I just kept grinning at him, and after a minute, he sighed.

"Get us out of this corn maze, and then I'll decide how I feel about you becoming one of those idiots."

"Deal."

The task of wandering around in the maze became easier, if only because I now got to do it with someone else I liked instead of being cold and lost in the dark by myself. The two of us chatted as we walked, first about plans for escape but that quickly turned into talk about other things, from favorite animals to academy stories and everything else in between.

Slowly, Bones started to warm up to me, and I felt the same. I even managed to get a few smiles out of him, and I found my heart skipping a beat or two each time I did. It got to the point that I wasn't sure how quickly I wanted to find the exit anymore.

Still, we couldn't just wander the maze forever. Working together, we eventually managed to find some of the more worn paths of the maze, and it wasn't long before we turned a corner and found the exit.

I grinned, stopping short instead of walking straight out of the maze. Bones apparently took the cue, and he stopped too, turning to me with one eyebrow raised.

"I just wanted to say, before we go out there... this was fun. I'll never admit it to my friend, which is part of why I stopped before we got out there, but... I'm glad I got lost in a corn maze with you. And I hope we get to work together on the Enterprise."

Bones sighed, long and heavy, then finally looked back at me. After a moment, just when I'd started to get nervous, the corner of his mouth tweaked up into a smile.

"I'll never admit this to anyone again, so don't expect me to repeat it. But I might've had fun with you too. And I'd definitely like to see you on the Enterprise."

I grinned at him, and he shared a smile of his own briefly before turning back towards the exit of the maze. It was dark, so I couldn't be sure, but I thought I noticed a faint blush on the back of his neck, too.

We stepped past the final row of corn and were greeted by smiling faces. One I recognized as my best friend, and the other I recognized as none other than the Captain of the USS Enterprise. Apparently he was the idiot friend Bones had been talking about, and I honestly couldn't tell how I felt about that.

"Bones! You made it out! And you met a friend."

Captain James T. Kirk fixed me with the most sly, knowing grin of all time as he held his hand out to me for a handshake.

"Jim. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"...You too," I said. I couldn't help feeling a little starstruck, but the bubble popped a second later when Bones smacked him on the back of the head. I laughed, and any remaining tension faded as my friend joined us and introduced herself to Bones.

"So, your friend said you're hoping to join the crew of the Enterprise," said Jim, the beaming smile back on his face post-smack. I nodded.

"It's my dream posting, like most of the rest of the academy. Hopefully all that awful studying and test-taking will be worth it."

"It wasn't for me. But luckily, I have a good CMO and friend to help me when I need it."

Bones huffed and rolled his eyes, but I could see a smile fighting to break out on his face all the same.

"Well, since we've done everything here, we were planning to go get a late dinner somewhere," my friend said. "Do you two want to join us?"

Jim and Bones shared a look, and I took the distraction to whip around and look at my friend with wide eyes. She just grinned, nodding in Bones and Jim's direction to make sure I knew she knew exactly what she was doing. I just sighed.

"We'd love to," said Jim. "I even know a great place not far from here."

"Perfect."

The four of us started walking, Bones and I falling slightly behind our friends and walking side by side. I bumped him lightly with my shoulder and fixed him with a smile.

"So... the friends that ditched us are definitely paying for dinner, right?"

Bones laughed, and butterflies exploded in my chest at the sound. It didn't last long, but it was a real, full laugh, not a huff or a scoff, and I knew I wanted to hear that sound as many more times as I possibly could.

"Definitely. I might be glad I met you, but they didn't know that would happen, so they get no credit for it."

"Exactly."

We shared a smile, and then the two of us fell into comfortable silence, smiles still on our faces, as we followed our friends into our own brave new world.

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Everything Taglist: @rosecentury @kmc1989 @space-helen

[heliads]

Hey Lisa! Just wanted to get a request in before it gets full 😂

I just thought of the idea of a Star Trek fic for Bones Mccoy but grishaverse au? I feel like he would be a heartrender. He would LOVE to use his powers against people to make fun of them or something! The reader likes Bones and is a human. Obviously, reader likes bones = heart palpitations and everytime they talk about or to Bones their heart is racing. So bones knows this and can tell that reader likes him so he's just smugly happy about this but doesn't tell reader he reciprocates the same feelings as he wants them to tell him first and be like "oh yeah it was obvious I could tell you liked me" and it's just fluff afterwards!!

Thank you so much Lisa <3

your ideas are ALWAYS top tier!! grishaverse au my beloved

masterlist

The Little Palace may get its power from the Grisha, but its secrets– its secrets it gets from the otkazat’sya. They’ll never tell you that, of course. The practitioners of the Small Science have enough of an ego to act like they can do everything themselves, but no one can. That’s why need the ordinary folk. That’s why they need you.

The rationale behind it all is surprisingly understandable. People who don’t have gifts, who can’t make the ocean sing or their kitchen fires dance, these are the sorts of people who can get behind locked doors without alerting suspicion. You swear people can tell Grisha from otkazat’sya just by a single glance. They walk differently, know they’re different, and then other people know, too.

You, though? You are a woman born without something else. You are just you. It hurts at times, walking through the Little Palace, surrounded by all these people with a great gift in a great place knowing that it is never truly yours, but it doesn’t have to be. You are Y/N. It is fine.

Besides, they can’t make you feel too terribly about yourself without admitting that they need you more than anyone. You’re one of their best spies, a liaison from beyond the walls that can tell them everything they need to know about anything. You have more audiences with the King of Ravka than any of the regular Grisha stationed within the very walls of the city, and you don’t even have the Small Science to back you up.

You have a knack for knowing things, that’s all. You find the people with the secrets, and you discover the ways to make those secrets come alive. Half the time, your targets don’t even know they’ve blabbed away everything they should have kept dear until you’re already gone. What they think is an ordinary conversation is actually rife with spilled clandestine information, they just haven’t realized it yet.

That’s what happened two towns south, actually. A First Army captain was drunk and hanging off his barroom stool, you were there to ply him with rounds and figure out just why his regiment’s been having difficulties keeping to the directions given to them by Ravka’s king. Turns out he’s the head of an anti-monarchy group, and now you have names and locations for future meetings. All in a day’s work.

You’re headed back towards Os Alta now, ready to hand over another successful venture’s information and help plan out the next move. You used to fear every audience with the king, too afraid of saying the wrong thing and being laughed out of the palace, but he’s more of a friend now than a source of apprehension. 

James Kirk is yet another one of dozens of bright, blond princes who become kings, and he’s more fond of a joke than a threat, or at least to you. They say he’s capable of piloting his country out of any crisis, and for his sake, you hope they’re right. Ravka needs all the help it can get.

If you’re going to be afraid of anyone, you’d be afraid of his right hand man, the general of the Second Army. Spock’s not aggressive, per se, or at least not physically so, but his biting wit isn’t exactly as approachable as Jim’s charm.

Still, they make a good team, and that’s what matters most. They’ve become your friends by now, and as you draw closer to the gates of Os Alta, your heart warms with the thought of meeting up once more with what you’ve come to appreciate as the regular crew of Ravkan governmental elite.

It’s not just Jim and Spock, after all. There’s Nyota Uhura, the best damn Squaller on this side of the Unsea, Scotty and Chekov, beloved Fabrikators, and last but certainly not least, Hikaru Sulu, your favorite Heartrender. All of them have become your close friends as of late, and you look forward to swapping stories with all of them.

And then, of course, there’s the one person you’ve conveniently left out, the one man who makes you terrified and excited and mainly just eager all at the same time:  McCoy, obviously. Bones is, well, Bones, and he’s been the same deadpan sarcastic Healer since the day you met him, but he’s also something else. Someone else. Someone you could love and do love and probably shouldn’t love, but do anyway. 

Loving Bones was easier than it should have been. He was one of the first people you ever met in the Little Palace. That was years ago now; you’re a different person than you ever were back then, but even at the start of it all, you knew your life was going to change the second you got the summons from the then-prince Kirk.

Jim’s king now, his father dead, but that doesn’t mean he’s any less invested in your professional skills. You were a First Army soldier then, involved in Fjerdan espionage and the like. You quickly rose through the ranks thanks to your superior skills in getting people to trust you, and that’s how you ended up on Jim’s radar.

The first time you received a note saying that you were to report to the Little Palace as soon as possible, you thought you were in trouble. Sure, there had been a few minor spots of fisticuffs with other soldiers in your past, but they were talking badly about you, and you just wanted to convince them that you were worth your salt. Physically. You won, anyway, and they shut up, but that was no reason a prince would want to see you in person, right?

Your record wasn’t in question, though, or at least not like that. It turned out that Jim wanted to see you so he could have a spy under his directive specifically, such that you could report not only on the enemy but on the dissenters in his own troops too, but you didn’t know that at the time. All you knew was the crisp cream stationery between your fingers, watching that fine paper smudge with the dirt on your fingertips. Soldiers have to get their hands a little more dirty than kings, but you never minded that. It’s what made you good. It’s what made you the best.

So you rode to Os Alta, marveling at the high gates and proud elites just like any tourist in town. You remember wandering through the Little Palace in an attempt to find the so-called War Room, and that’s where you met your friends.

Technically, you met Scotty first of all of them, and you couldn’t be more grateful for it. If there was anyone in the whole business who could calm your nerves with one bad joke and a witty grin, it would be him. Most Fabrikators end up holed away in their labs, but Scotty was out and about for the same meeting you would be attending. He offered to lead you to the proper spot, and you quickly accepted his offer.

Along the way, Scotty greeted the people he knew, one of them being Bones. Bones was the one who paid you the most attention even after your group of three grew as you were introduced to Sulu and Uhura and more. You hadn’t thought that a Grisha would really care all that much about the backstory of an otkazat’sya, but Bones, for some reason, listened.

His gruff attitude was off-putting at first, but, as Scotty told you in a stage whisper and you later learned for yourself, Bones isn’t exactly the most outgoing of your friends. He usually sticks to his medical tent and his patients. The fact that he was asking you questions about yourself in the same clinical tone as if asking about past prescriptions was, in Scotty’s eyes, a sure sign that the two of you were going to be the best of friends.

You have to say that the Fabrikator was right. When you were inducted into Jim’s circle for real, and your espionage reports started becoming more and more frequent, you had a greater chance of running into Bones. 

He usually stuck by your side during the meetings, turning towards you whenever you spoke and leaning over so he could whisper sarcastic mutterings against your hair whenever someone else said something ridiculous. You’ve long since learned to develop a poker face when he’s around; otherwise, you’d end up laughing at your own king, and that’s sort of frowned upon around here.

It really should have come as no surprise that you’d go all the way and fall in love with Bones. Maybe it’s just you deluding yourself into thinking that nothing is something, but you swear that Bones treats you differently from the rest. He actually smiles when he sees you, and he talks more to you than anyone else. He’s kind, and he cares, and if you just let yourself imagine it, you could convince yourself that it’s because he loves you just as much.

He has yet to say a word on the matter, though, so you suppose you’re damned to eternal silence on the subject. The two of you will continue dancing around the subject until one of you gets killed in Ravka’s endless wars, and then an end will finally be put to it all. Wonderful.

Today, though, you are happy to see him, and you walk to the Little Palace with an extra pep in your step. This latest mission of yours took you away from Os Alta for longer than usual, so you’ve been missing him even more than the normal amount.

The halls of the Little Palace are no longer the labyrinth they had seemed upon your first visit, and you hurry over to the Healers’ station as quickly as you can. Bones’ back is turned when you first approach, too busy organizing supplies to notice any newcomers.

You rap your knuckles against the threshold of the door. “Surprise.”

Bones’ back straightens, and when he turns around, his lips are quirked in something that might almost be a smile. “Y/N. Good to see you.”

“I know,” you grin, “It always is.”

He rolls his eyes, but his expression is fond. “You were gone a while,” he remarks, “two weeks longer than last mission. I thought I would have to patch you up or something. You know death is the only acceptable excuse for tardiness around here?”

You laugh. “I’m glad to hear you were worried about me. I’m fine, by the way.”

Bones gives you a once over as if double checking this statement, but he seems satisfied when he continues. “What took you so long, then?”

You lift a shoulder. “Trying to root out corruption, not exactly the easiest thing in the world. Also, I’m not supposed to be around here all the time, remember? I’m not Grisha, I don’t belong in the Little Palace.”

Bones gives you a disgruntled look when you say that. “You’re kidding, right? ‘Course you do. You may not be able to do weird things with a wave of your hand, but you’re one of us. That means you should stay longer.”

You smile to yourself. “Well, I’m happy to be wanted.”

“You know that,” Bones remarks, “The others say it all the time, why does it matter to hear me say that?”

You swallow, look away. “It’s just different with you, that’s all.”

He arches a brow. “Why?”

This is not where you wanted the conversation to go, but with Bones’ stare fixed firmly on you, you don’t think you’ll be escaping it anytime soon. “You’re more important to me than the others.”

There’s no one else in the room, no one else to hear the way Bones’ voice goes quiet when he hears you. “And why is that, Y/N?”

You glance at him beseechingly, but Bones doesn’t seem willing to back off. At last, you sigh, and prepare yourself to bear the weight of his disapproval. “Alright, alright. I– I like you. I love you. Happy now?”

It’s silent for a moment, then:

“I know.”

You gape at him in shock. “You knew?”

“Of course I did,” he says smugly, “Any Heartrender worth their salt can sense when someone’s heartbeat speeds up when they’re around, and despite what Jim says, I am quite worth my price.”

You have enough sense to swat him playfully on the shoulder, even as your mind is reeling with the weight of this revelation. “That’s King Jim to you, remember? Saints, no respect for royalty or for me.”

“I do respect you,” Bones frowns.

You arch a brow. “You respected me enough to listen to my heartbeat day in and day out, being perfectly aware of how I felt, but making me be the one to say anything? You could have told me how you felt and ended all of this much sooner.” 

A sudden, terrible thought occurs to you that perhaps he doesn’t feel anything at all and that’s why he didn’t say anything. All Bones told you was that he knew you loved him, not that he loved you back. You had thought you were friends, but would a friend toy with you like that?

Your heartbeat must betray your panicked musings, because Bones’ expression softens and he puts a hand on your shoulder to bring you back to reality. “I love you too,” he says firmly, “and I don’t want you thinking anything else. I just like giving you a hard time, that’s all.”

“I know,” you say teasingly. “Who wouldn’t love me?”

He gives you a look. “That doesn’t explain why you were so nervous a few moments ago.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. “That was different. You were intentionally withholding information.”

“I apologize,” he says, and draws closer to you. He pauses when he’s just a few breaths away, and for a moment you think he’s going to kiss you until he opens the door again. “Jim is waiting for us to start the meeting. We shouldn’t keep royalty waiting.”

You glare at him in indignation, but you’re too happy to keep your spirits down for long. “You’re awful, you know that?”

“I do,” he hums proudly, “and don’t worry about that, we’ll have time after the meeting.”

Time, yes. A lot of time. Maybe you should pay attention to how Bones said this place should be your home. And maybe, just maybe, you should ask Jim for more of a break in between missions. You think you’d like to explore your role here just a little more.

requested by @w1shes43, i hope you enjoy!

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[hummingbird-of-light]

It’s time for Whumptober y’all! To anyone who hasn’t read about this year’s character I chose yet… It’s Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy! To be honest, I never thought I’d write a whole whump-month about him (mainly since I only feature him in Scotty stories XD) but I can do it 💪

Let’s get started!

This first story is based on my “You will be mine”-series. It’s an alternate version of the last oneshot.

Whumptober 2023

No. 1 “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying to just fill in all the gaps.” (swooning)

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Dr. McCoy's gaze slid out the window and fell on the dark vehicle parked behind the small house. He frowned.

A black BMW.

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and examined the car. Why did it look so damn familiar to him?

It took a brief moment, but out of nowhere memories flashed through the doctor's mind.

The black BMW... had followed Scotty and him. When they had been in town, when they had visited the park... Of course, it could have been any black car, but now that McCoy saw that BMW, everything suddenly became clear to him.

The explanation for all the terrible things. The man who had kidnapped his husband... was standing right behind him.

It had been almost half a year now since he had come home from an emergency at work, only to find his house empty. Half a year he had had to spend without the man he loved so much. Half a year there had been no clues as to Scotty's whereabouts.

And now? Now, by chance, while jogging, he had run into the man he had never met in person back then.

Khan Singh, scientist and former interlocutor of his missing husband.

How had McCoy been so blind? How had he not noticed it earlier?

"Dr. McCoy?"

A cold shiver ran down the doctor's spine when he heard the deep voice behind him. Quickly he wheeled around and looked at the man who - sympathetic as he was - had invited him in for a cup of coffee.

"I asked if you want milk or sugar?"

Slowly, McCoy shook his head, forcing a smile to his lips. He just couldn't let on now!

"No, thank you. I always drink my coffee black," he replied, moving to one of the chairs around the kitchen table. Inconspicuously, he let his hand glide over his wristwatch.

"A good choice. Nothing like black coffee."

Mr. Singh joined him with a smile, setting one of the cups down in front of the doctor before taking a sip of his own coffee.

McCoy did the same. He had to be as inconspicuous as possible and stall for time. But almost as if by magic, his eyes wandered around the room.

Where? Where could that son of a bitch be hiding Scotty?

"So, tell me more about Scotty's disappearance. I read that it was a nighttime kidnapping?"

Right. Singh had offered McCoy that they could think again together about how Scotty's abduction had occurred. He had said that maybe together they could come up with a new lead. What a lying bastard!

"Y-yes... I... I came home from emergency surgery back then and... Scotty was gone. There was no sign of a break-in."

The look on his counterpart's face distorted in a peculiar way.

"Well... then it almost seems as if Scotty left voluntarily."

McCoy's grip on the cup's handle only tightened, and he tried his best not to clench his teeth.

"I hardly think so. As it happens, all the surveillance cameras were disabled that night. It was clearly a long-planned kidnapping."

And Singh knew that for a fact. After all, he had been the one to kidnap Scotty.

The black-haired man thoughtfully moved his head back and forth, taking another sip of coffee before answering.

"Or it was... a liberation strike. Maybe... the person in charge wanted to free Scotty from his dreary boring life to help him achieve greater things."

McCoy narrowed his eyes in irritation.

"What... what's that supposed to mean?"

A cool grin formed on Singh's lips and his blue eyes seemed to literally pierce through McCoy.

"Oh, come on, Doctor. We both know you know who I am. It was hard to miss, after all. You recognized my car."

Good. So then this would not just be a conversation, but possibly degenerate into the brawl it was supposed to be. Enough with the good face.

"You kidnapped him. Where is he? Where's Scotty?!"

Quickly, McCoy got to his feet. Perhaps a little too quickly, because he suddenly felt incredibly dizzy.

His counterpart simply remained sitting in place.

"Don't worry, doctor. He's safe and sound. He's in his own little paradise, free from pathetic inferior people like you."

Slowly Singh got to his feet and stepped around the table.

McCoy felt raging anger boiling up inside him. He would kill him! He would finish this guy, Oath or no Oath.

As fast as he could, he staggered over to the kitchen counter, where a knife block stood. Why the hell was he so dizzy?

He blinked a few times to see more clearly, but it didn't help.

And suddenly it became clear to him.

The coffee! That bastard had mixed something into the coffee!

McCoy reached for the knives, but he didn't get a hold of them. In a few seconds, he was lying on the cold floor, trying to get his bearings somehow.

"Are you all right, doctor? Would you like me to bring you a glass of water?"

Singh's sardonic voice seemed to come from everywhere.

McCoy shook his head, trying desperately to get back on his feet. He had to do something! He had to fight back somehow!

But whatever the man had given him seemed to work perfectly.

"You know, doctor, I knew you'd be jogging in these woods at some point. I... more or less provoked it. That pretty flyer in your mailbox..."

A... flyer? Right. McCoy had found said flyer advertising the lake and the forest surrounding it. That was the only reason he had come here, had changed his jogging route.

"I wanted you right here."

A hand grabbed McCoy's hair and jerked his head upward.

"Well... not right here in the kitchen. I'd rather have you next door in the cold storage room. That's where everything's set up, after all."

As much as the doctor tried to resist, Singh simply pulled him along with him to a nearby door.

Even though McCoy couldn't see anything clearly in the bright white room, he recognized the floor, which was covered with a tarp.

"Today is the last day Monty and I will spend in this beautiful cottage before I unfortunately have to take him abroad, so I figured he'd be happy to have his favorite dish."

Rudely, McCoy was knocked to the floor and he almost threw up. He tried to move, but with each passing second more strength drained from his muscles.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Singh reach for something shiny hanging on the wall.

A... hatchet!

"You know how much he loves his haggis, don't you? And since he loves you, too, for reasons I can't explain, I thought why not combine these two... preferences?"

McCoy's eyes widened in shock as Singh approached him, hatchet firmly in his right hand. He was going to kill him! He was going to slaughter him like a sheep!

Slowly, as best he could, the doctor crawled backward, away from the monster that had abducted his husband.

"N-no... Y-you..."

That bastard couldn't be serious!

"Personally, I prefer spare ribs. But you have enough of these too."

McCoy somehow managed to turn onto his stomach and crawl across the floor, but he didn't get very far. He screamed as loud as he could when he felt the blade of the axe hit his lower right leg and cut through it.

"Now, now... Where do you think you're going, doctor? Don't crawl away."

Singh's laughter reached his ears and he wanted nothing more than to just beat the guy up. But he had no strength.

"Be a good little sheep."

Another blow with the hatchet. This time in the thigh.

He would die. Singh would kill him!

But that was not his greatest fear.

Tears filled his eyes at the thought of Scotty. He should have saved him. He should have found him sooner!

"I'm... sorry, M-Monty."

As he lost consciousness and the world went black around him, he just hoped that his plan had worked.

-

The steady beeping that filled his ears was damn familiar to McCoy. He heard it day in and day out, after all. It was part of his workplace.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open and he looked around.

He was indeed in the hospital. His heart sank at the thought of his last memories.

Scotty's captor who had tried to slaughter him. Unbearable pain in his leg.

"Mo ghràdh!"

That voice. McCoy's head wheeled around and he couldn't believe who he saw next to his bed.

Scotty. It really was his husband! Carefully, the doctor lifted his hand and put it on the Scotsman's cheek.

"M-Monty..."

Seeing the familiar face after so long was almost surreal. But... it was also beautiful.

For a long time, the two men just looked deeply into each other's eyes. They could hardly believe that they were reunited.

"That was a pretty close call, Dr. McCoy."

McCoy's gaze wandered to the door as he heard a familiar voice and discovered that Officers Sulu and Uhura were also present.

With a faint smile, the doctor held up his wrist with the watch.

"The watch with the emergency button was really a good idea," he muttered. Fortunately, Lt. Sulu had suggested the idea to him some time ago.

"Ye... ye came. Ye saved me."

Scotty's whimper made McCoy's head travel back to his husband and he gently stroked his cheek.

"Of course. Anything for you, leannan."

Tears streamed down Scotty's cheeks.

"I'm so sorry that he hurt ye. That he... tried to kill ye."

But McCoy just shook his head.

"It's all right, Monty. Knowing you're by my side again makes me forget all the pain."

The wounds, physical and psychological, would heal. As long as Scotty was back with him, all was well.

[geminiwritten]

a gift from god ; bones

fandom: star trek

pairing: bones x reader

summary: after a series of unfortunate events, you run into bones in the middle of the night completely naked, but he is more than happy to help

notes: another very sporadic post, this time star trek - don’t ask, i don’t know - but i hope it’s okay! i’m still struggling with tenses so i’m sorry if its crappy and slips in/out of past/present tense, but i really love feedback so please let me know what you think!

word count: 1888

The spray of water refused to change temperature. Your fingertips were beginning to numb as you held your hand beneath it, dancing from foot to foot in a feeble attempt to keep your naked body warm. “For fuck’s sake,” you muttered, before finally giving up and turning the shower off. It felt wrong to slip your jacket back on and wriggle into your tights; you could smell the aftereffects of your exhaustive workout with Nyota.

Cursing incoherently under your breath, you slung your towel over your arm and half-slipped back into your shoes to exit your living quarters. The bright white hallway was mostly empty, being the assigned ‘night-time’ hours, most of the crew were asleep while the ship operated on minimal personnel. Your feet began the familiar route toward your cousin’s quarters, and less than a minute later you were knocking impatiently on his door.

“What the hell do you want?” Scotty demanded once the door slid open. His hair stood out at odd angles and there were pink lines streaking his cheeks, marked by his sheets.

“Hello sunshine,” you plastered on your sweetest smile, “my hot water isn’t working.”

He huffed, “so? I’m sleeping, go tell an engineer on shift.”

“You were sleeping,” you pointed out, “and I don’t want you to fix it, I just want to use your shower.”

His brows squeezed even tighter into their frown, “why are you even awake, it’s almost the middle of the night?”

You shrugged, “couldn’t sleep, so Nyota and I trained some. Now, are you done with the third-degree? I smell.”

His hesitation was obvious, and you honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if he shut the door in your face, but after a dramatic sigh he stepped aside to allow you in. His living quarters were tidier than you expected and being the same layout as every crew member’s residence, you didn’t need to question where the bathroom was.

“Do you need a towel?” Scotty asked.

You shook your head, “I brought mine, but do you have a spare shirt and shorts? These clothes stink.”

He sighed again, “yeah, I’ll have a look and leave them on the dresser for you.”

“Thanks Scotty!” you grinned and blew him a kiss before shutting yourself in the bathroom.

The shower heated almost immediately, filling the small space with steam and delicious warmth as you shed your dirty clothes, but a knock on the door came before you could step under the hot water.

“I have to go to the laundry room for clean clothes,” Scotty called, “can you give me those dirty towels under the sink?”

You half wrapped your towel around your naked body and opened the door to kick the pile of dirty laundry out to him. “You don’t mind taking my clothes too? Thank you!” you asked, sealing the door once again before he could reply.

His huff was loud enough for you to hear before you stepped into the shower, the hot water soothing every inch of your sore and sweaty body. You spent longer than you should have in there, shampooing your hair twice and almost emptying Scotty’s bottle of fruit-scented bodywash. The only reason you finally decided to turn of the water was because of the tiredness pulling an excessive number of yawns from your mouth.

You dried your body and ruffled the towel through your hair before wrapping it tightly around your chest and opening the door. Steam escaped around you and filled the dark, empty room. Scotty still wasn’t back. You sighed and slumped on the bed, finding his communicator on his side table and opening it up before realising if it was here then it wasn’t with him.

“Ugh,” you stood again and approached his dresser to find some clothes. The first drawer was underwear, which you shut quickly, the second was full of red uniforms, and the third empty. “What the fuck, Scotty?”

You held your towel tighter and opened the main door, peaking your head out into the hallway. It was still empty and there were no footsteps coming in either direction; you could probably make it back to your own room without being seen.

The corridor floor was cold against your bare feet and goosebumps rose all over your back under the cool air drifting from the vents overhead. You padded quickly through the white tunnel toward your room, managing to get there without running into a single crew member. Though your relief was short lived when you realised you’d left your access key in the pocket of your jacket.

“Fuck,” you muttered, turning on your heel and hurrying back the way you’d come. This was going to be the fourth key you’ve put through the wash and the security team were going to kick your ass for it.

Your feet made little smacking sounds as you broke into a jog, murmuring curses as you rushed toward the elevator and mashed the button to summon it. Once inside you bounced from foot to foot, trying to stay warm and calm your nervous energy. The doors finally parted and you dashed out, not realising the elevator doors had caught your towel until you stood completely naked.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you gripped the towel and tried to yank it free, but the doors were sealed tight. You swallowed a scream as you whirled back around, searching frantically for something – anything – to cover yourself.

The first open door you found was a medical supply closet, offering nothing practical to help your situation, so you hurried along toward the laundry room. You could feel the goosebumps spreading all over your body and a shiver beginning to rattle up your spine.

You continued down the hall, haphazardly holding your chest and crotch as you tried to keep your footsteps as light and coordinated as possible. “Why am I such an-”

As you frantically rounded the corner, you slammed into something. Something bigger than you and kind of soft, and very warm. You looked up and squeaked.

“Holy shit,” a deep southern voice greeted you, and Bones absolutely could not control where his gaze travelled as he drank in your naked state.

“Hi, um-” your words caught in your throat. Blood rushed to your face, colouring your skin bright red from your chest to the tips of your ears and the low temperature was no longer the reason for your goosebumps.

The two of you stood in silence for longer than necessary, which caused your heartrate to rise with every shallow breath you took.

Bones cleared his throat, “s-sorry, Y/N, are you okay?”

You finally managed to blink and stutter, “uh, yeah, mostly. I just- it’s a long story.”

He chuckled, and when you finally looked up you could’ve sworn his cheeks were a darker shade of red than before. “Here, take this,” he said, tugging his sweater over his head.

You couldn’t help but revel in the sight of his shirt rising with the action. “Thank you,” you said, taking the garment and turning your back to him, “close your eyes.”

You knew it was futile, that he’d already seen just about everything, but it felt like the right thing to say as you pulled the sweater over your head. It smelled delicious, like peppermint and fresh laundry, and a hint of antiseptic. It was long enough to be modest, though the slight breeze between your legs still felt a little risqué.

You turned back to face him, finding the widest and cheekiest of smiles across his face. “You did close your eyes, right?”

He laughed again, “I am a gentleman.”

You couldn’t help your own grin, “have you seen Scotty?”

“About five minutes ago,” he replied, “he looked grumpy.”

“Yeah,” you toyed nervously with the too-long sleeves of his sweater, “I woke him up for a shower, m-my hot water wasn’t working.”

“Oh,” he struggled to control his gaze, his eyes continuously dropping to your bare legs.

“Well, um, I better get down to security to get an access key for my room,” you said, taking a small step sideways.

He chuckled again, “lost another one?”

You nodded as you started back toward the elevator, more than happy that he began to follow. “I can just let you in, you know?” he said as the doors opened in front of you.

“What?” you frowned.

“I have access to almost every room, medical emergencies and whatnot.”

“Oh,” you looked up at him again, your heartbeat thrumming in your ears, “that would actually be amazing.”

Your skin was suddenly overwhelmingly sensitive to the feeling of Bones’ sweater against it, and being alone in a small space with the man you’ve had a crush on for as long as you’ve been on the Enterprise was making you incredibly flustered. For once, the elevator was too quick in reaching the floor on which your quarters were located.

“I’m sorry,” you said as you stepped into the hallway, “about all this, it was so stupid.”

“This is nothing to apologise for,” he said, turning to you as you walked side by side, “this is a gift from God.”

His words stunned you silent and your cheeks felt impossibly hot as you stared at your bare feet, one after the other.

“This one, right?” he asked, stopping at the door to your room.

“Yeah,” you giggled, “how did you know?”

“I’m Chief Medical Officer,” he swiped his key and the door slid open, “I’m required to keep tabs on my clumsiest and most accident-prone crew members.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the laughter bubbling up your throat. “Thanks again,” you said, stepping inside, “I owe you.”

“Trust me,” he replied, “it was my pleasure.”

Your body ached with tiredness and you knew you should’ve just said goodnight and shut the door, but Bones was leaning in and you could feel yourself slipping toward him too.

“I’ll, um- I’ll wash this for you before I give it back,” you said, your voice lower than before.

“Don’t worry about,” he leaned closer, his lips right beside your ear, “by the way, nice bum.”

Your heart skipped a beat and your breath stopped in your throat, but before you could fully process what he’d said, he was back on the other side of the threshold. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Wait,” you grabbed his wrist, halting his steps.

“Yes?”

You bit your lip, considering your words carefully but stumbling over them nonetheless, “you could, um- I mean, I could just give it back to you now?”

His jaw dropped – he couldn’t help it – as you slowly removed the sweater and offered it to him. A beat passed, and for that moment you wondered if you’d made a terrible mistake. He closed his mouth and swallowed thickly, his eyes darting between you and the sweater.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, before pushing the sweater back toward you, pressing it against your chest and continuing to push you back inside the room. The door slid shut behind the two of you and he wrapped his arm around your waist just before you could stumble.

The back of your legs finally hit the bed but Bones kept you upright for a moment longer. “I hope you’re not tired, doll,” he said, before his lips crashed into yours, and suddenly, any trace of tiredness left your body.

END.

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Once More unto the Breach

By AnEscapeFromReality

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 6,273 words; Sequel

Summary: James Kirk was the rudest student Professor Heleine ever taught. He stomped out of the middle of the professor's lecture like he wasn't a mere cadet. Well, the professor was done putting up with him. If he couldn't sit through an expert lecture, then he should give the lecture about Tarsus. That would teach him some respect.

My thoughts: Nice exploration of Tarsus in AOS. I really love the sequel too.

[thatfanficstuff]

hello!! i hope that life is treating you better. i just wanted to tell you that ur writing is amazing!! your leonard mccoy x reader oneshot called "irreplaceable" is so good, i swear to the deities that ive read it a dozen times. there was a span of six months where i really wanted to reread it and i couldnt find it again, and i got so sad bc i thought that it was deleted and then i found it again. made my day fr!! also "her three kings" is SOOOOO good. i love it so much, i think i read it twice in 2 weeks at one point in time. in total i think ive read the entirety of "her three kings" at least 6 times, if not more. my point is that you're a wonderful author with really good characterizations and its genuinely such a fun experience to read ur fics. (i read more but "irreplaceable" and "her three kings" are the ones i read the most lmao). i hope that your situation gets better and life starts being less of an ass kicker and more of an ass kisser <3333

Thank you so much! This completely made my day. Nothing makes me happier than hearing you love my stuff. Thank you for taking the time to write to me. I'm feeling cautiously optimistic that things are turning around but we'll see.