Date:
2
As Leonard McCoy stares down at himself, he releases a mighty puff of air, surveying his new attire with the same dubiousness with which he normally does a transporter or a shuttlecraft.
His companion, however, is positively beaming. “Don’t we look great!”
“No, we look like cutthroats,” McCoy corrects, rubbing a thin leather string serving as a necklace between forefinger and thumb. “Are these teeth?”
Date:
0
Title: Our Snowfall in June
Author: klmeri
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Pairing: Kirk/Spock, Kirk/Spock/McCoy
Summary: Spock wants to understand why his partner is troubled, and the pursuit for an explanation leads him to realize he may have agreed to one relationship at the price of another.
Date:
0
Title: Feed the Flame (#22, The Drabble Bin)
Author: klmeri
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Pairing: pre-Kirk/Spock/McCoy
Summary: McCoy is far from thrilled at the moment, but his reaction seems to be the symptom of a very different problem.
Date:
0
Part Four and Epilogue have been posted at the same time. Please read Part Four first if you have not.
Date:
0
Jim awakens with a sense of foreboding. The house is silent, oddly subdued like the night after a hunt, when some of the town occupants wake up wondering who among their friends are still around and others don’t wake up at all.
Date:
0
Jim dreams in fragments. Two dark-haired men, one with ears ending in delicate points, occupy a couch together, talking in the pre-dawn hours of the morning. After, the human paces an invisible track around the room, a cell phone to his ear. When one call ends, he immediately begins another. Elsewhere the elfin man cuts a solitary figure on the balcony, eyes closed, face uplifted to a starry sky.
Date:
0
Sam’s pickup is not parked in front of the farmhouse, the realization leaving Kirk with a moment’s disappointment. When he pushes through the screen door, disappointment strikes again, this time more soundly.
Date:
0
Title: River Bound (1/4)
Author: klmeri
Fandom: AOS
Pairing: Kirk/Spock/McCoy
Warnings: Stalking, Mind Control, Non-consensual kissing
Summary: AU. When Kirk begins to receive anonymous love letters, he assumes they’re coming from his partners, unaware that he has attracted some unwanted attention. The situation turns perilous once Kirk realizes his mistake, for he has been ensnared by someone who wants to keep him from Spock and McCoy at any cost.
Date:
0
Title: In Theory, Our Greatest Escape
Author: klmeri
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Pairing: Kirk/Spock/McCoy
Summary: In the midst of leading busy lives, the former bridge crew of the Enterprise receive a call from their ex-captain.
Date:
0
Moor’s ambition started small. At the cusp of young adulthood, he was taken onto a mid-size ship that had once been a planetary patrol cruiser and made to work as one of the nameless crewmen (engine brats, they were called, before he banned the name) for the majority of each solar cycle.
Date:
1
Title: Operation Dignity
Author: klmeri
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Characters: Kirk, Spock, McCoy
Summary: Intervention becomes necessary when the planning of a simple party goes awry.
Date:
0
Title: A Starship Sweet Affair
Author: klmeri
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Pairing: Kirk/Spock/McCoy
Summary: Chocolate doesn’t have a season. Neither does love.
A/N: Written for Christmas round of 2017 McSpirk Holiday Fest; based on the prompt by ladybuggete: Halloween means chocolate. Chocolate makes Vulcans drunk. Jim and Bones know this…
Date:
0
“Psst.”
From the single bed and beneath a blanket, there comes a mutter of something like go away, but the voice near the covered man’s ear is insistent. “Psst,” it hisses.
Jim yanks down the blanket with a snarl. “What now? I don’t need another shot!”
Date:
0
Title: Bordering Warm (1/2)
Author: klmeri
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Pairing: pre-Kirk/Spock/McCoy
Summary: It’s hot enough to be summertime on Earth, except they’re on a starship in the coldness of space. Somebody has tampered with Environmental, and oddly the captain of the ship is not upset about it at all.
Date:
0
The commanding officer of the Revenant cuts a regal figure with one booted foot propped against the balcony’s railing and his right hand resting on the pommel of an old-fashioned pistol. His cape and long coat are gone, displaying a sleeveless waistcoat and a black cravat knotted around a high-collared silk shirt. Beneath thick brows, his dark eyes gleam with calculation, belying an outward appearance of bored tolerance. He has many titles: the Master of Trappers, Commandant of the Bloodfury, and Clan Lord, the revered Mortifier himself. The title which suits him best can change on a whim.