oh kirk you

Kirk leans forward to inspect the field closer. His hand hovers inches from the surface and it REACTS, wobbling as if magnetized by his fingertips.

Of course, James “The guy who is half of my impulse control is not around” Kirk touches it. (x)

Let’s continue posting Star Trek: Mirror illustrations! Today it’s Kirk and the mirror

One might ask - why did I make Halka a snow planet if it’s not canon? First, I wanted to throw the crew in the worst conditions in the final scene, and having to spen hours in snow in a thin uniform serves this purpose. Second, all we have in the movies are summers and warm weather - a change of scenery would be interesting to see, plus we have some great locations to film winter. Although I don’t doubt if the Halka scenes were actually filmed they’d be made with fake snow and a green screen lol

…Also it was a chance to design some winter uniforms

A Jim and Bones moment post STID, as requested by @berrystartrekkingwithsuperlock. This will eventually be part of a fic I’m working on. This is also a pretty rough draft, just so you know. 

The hinges let out a low creak as the door opens. Len knows it’s Jim without even looking. He takes a couple steps in the door, and shuts it behind him.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to come back before dark,” Len admits, still watching his toes curl around the carpet under his feet.

“Sulu said he was worried about getting lost on the way back. I think he just wanted me to come back with him,” Jim responds. “I just needed time to think, Bones. I think we both-”

“I’ve had weeks to fucking think, Jim. Don’t tell me I need time to think.” Len looks to Jim, eyes narrowed. Jim says nothing, and stares right back. “What? Nothing to say for once?”

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How To Punch Your Captain In The Face and Not Get Discharged (TrekFest 2017)

Originally posted by fandomediiits

Pairing: AOS Jim Kirk/Reader (if you squint)

Rating: PG for language, crude comments, and mild violence

A/N: I decided to write a little thing for Kirk Week of TrekFest today because I’m gonna be out of town all next week. Enjoy!

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boy with eyes as bright
as a blue supergiant star,
who sees the universe and thinks
adventure. who finds solace
among ice giants and meteors alike.

boy who broke apart.
boy who came back to life and
strapped his jigsaw pieces together
using sticky glue and medical tape.
boy who refused to back down.

boy who rivals atlas with the
strength of his shoulders. boy who
tried to hold a planet close as it broke
apart, continents scattered and sharp, 
but still he refused to let go.

boy with hands so warm
you think they attempt to mimic
the heat of the stars he stares at
with those Rigel eyes. these hands 
could hold your heart steady with ease.

(and they do, they hold you all).



Star Trek: The Original Series aired 50 years ago on September 8th, 1966!

Bandages and Dates

Fandom: Star Trek
Characters: Pavel Chekov, James Kirk
Relationship: Chekov/reader
Request: please could you write a startrek one your Kirks little sister and you feelings for Chekov and one day Kirk is teasing you about it without Chekov is in the same room.

“Kirk, fuck off.” You say while you hands were busing themselves tidying up the medical cupboard. You worked in the medical bay under the watchful eye of Bones. Kirk, your older brother, had managed to became captain of the enterprise which was the same ship you worked on. Granted, you had a good relationship with him, but damn, he was annoying.
“Admit it.” He walked over to you and leaned on the counter beside you. “You are in love with the Russian boy.” He smiles and shoves you in the shoulder. This was the 50th time he has brought this subject in Les than a month. You sign and grab a couple of misplaced utensils and walked over to one of the many other cupboards.
“Chekov! Hes name is Chekov.” You snap at Kirk.
“Oh, I bet you know his name.” Kirk winks at you and you sigh in frustration.
“I like him.” You try to say but your brother wraps his hands around your waist and lifts you up.
“Aw, my little sisters in love.” He laughs as you kick your legs furiously.
“James, put me down!” You scream, hitting his shoulders. He gently puts you down. You straighten yourself up.
“James, if you don’t get out, I will call Bones.” You turn and wave a scalpel threateningly at him. He raises his hands in defence and turns to walk out.
You lean against the counter and close your eyes. He could be an ass but he was right. Okay, maybe you weren’t in love, but you really liked him. His cute smile, curly blond hair and amazing adorable accent. Whenever you hear him make announcements, you feel like your going to faint from cuteness.
Smiling fondly to yourself, and turned to continue tidying. Only to see Kirk still standing in front of you looking towards the door. You follow his eyes eyes and at the moment, you could have killed Kirk. There, in the open door, stood a blushing Pavel Chekov.
And by the burning red blush on his cheeks, he had heard everything. For a moment, all if you stand there, staring at each other. You heart was hammering in your chest. Chekov was the first to speak.
“I-errrz- I thinkz I need help.” He raises his right hand to show a nasty gash right across his palm. You quickly hurried over to him and took his hand in yours, examining the wound. You were too busy trying to see how deep the wound went and if it would need stitches to see the wink Kirk gave Chekov as he walked past you both.
“I’ll speak to you later, sis.” He shouted as he walked away. You acknowledge his departure with a nod and a muttered bye.
You pull Chekov over to a bed and ask him to take a seat. While he gets comfy, you gather up a couple of things like disinfectant, numbing cream, bandages and wound tape (tape that holds the wound together while it heals when stitches aren’t needed). While you do this, Chekov watches you, his mind racing about what he had just hear. True, you didn’t say you loved him, but you didn’t say you didn’t either and that was a good start.
You wheeled a chair over so you could sit while you were working. Holding your hand out, he pulled his hand away slightly. You frowned slightly and realised he was scared.
“I promise I won’t hurt you, Mr Chekov.” You say softly, placing one hand on his knee as a form of comfort. He took a couple of seconds then gave you his hand.
You began to regret your choice of words because the disinfectant would sting a bit.
“You can call me Pavel, mizz [l/n]."You look up surprised. He was looking at his hand, avoiding your eyes.
"Well, in that case, you can call me [y/n].” You smile at him. He looks at you and grins from ear to ear.
“Er, this might sting slightly, but it will only be for a couple of second.” You tell him, dropping your gaze to his hand. Pavel brings his good hand up and lifts your chin using two fingers and looks into your eyes.
“It'z okay. I trust you.” His sweet voice makes you forget the job at hand. Literally.
You smile at him and soak a rag, dabbing at the cut. He hisses a little but, like you said, the pain wore off fast. After that you applied the numbing cream. While you waited for that to numb the skin, you ask Pavel how he managed to get the wound.
He explained that he had been shadowing Mr Scott in engendering and while trying to mend a broken pipe, the screwdriver had slipped and cut his free hand. By this point you were glad you had used disinfectant. Who knows what’s on those tool. But you listened and patterned his knee.
You started tending to the wound and when you were happy with your work, you started to bandage it up. When you were done, you sat back and admired your work, smiling as you look up, seeing Pavel smiling at you. You attempt to stand up, but it appeared Pavel had the same idea and both knocked into each other. His free placed on your hip to make sure you were steady. A blush reaches your cheeks as you look into his beautiful eyes. You saw him begin to lean in and you mirrored the action, waiting for the moment your lips were to meet.
“What the hell are you kids doing?” Bones shouted as he walked through the door.
“Nothing, Mr Chekov cut his hand and he came here and I fixed him, well, I didn’t fix him, I just bandaged the wound.” You rambled on, taking a step away from Pavel.
“Uh, okay. Just make sure you clean that up.” Bones nods to the items that had been used. “Chekov, captain wants you on the bridge.” He continues and walks towards the office in the back.
“Right away, sir.” Pavel answers then turns to you. “I vas wandering if you would like to have dinner with me sometime?”
Your heart leaps and you nod eagerly.
“Great!” He exclaims. “Tomorrow?”
“How about tonight?” You take step closer to him as he smiles like a Cheshire Cat.
“Tonight’s better. See you around 7?” His eyes are now dancing with excitement as you nod in agreement.
He was just about to turn and walk away when you grab him by his good and and spin him back around. You gently press a kiss to his soft lips but before he has a chance to respond, you pull away.
“See you then.” You whisper against his lip and turn away. As you start to clean up, you glance over your shoulder to see Pavel still standing there, staring at nothing, a finger ghosting over his lips. Touching the place where you had kissed him.
“Pavel?” You laugh, snapping him out of his trance. “The bridge.” You nod to the door. He sudden to jumps to life and makes quickly towards the bridge.
You laugh fondly and watch him leave.
Then the sense of dread hit you.
You were going to have to tell Kirk he was right.


1x29, “Operation: Annihilate!