Urgh. Our apartment was broken into. My laptop was stolen. I lost like four or five stories I was working on.
Title: Filthy-Charming Whisperings under San Francisco Fog
Rating: PG-13? R-ish? Language, I suppose. And sexual content. I'll go with R.
Series: ST XI
Summary: A bit of homesickness and a lot of alcohol will do that to a person.
Character Pairings: Sulu/Chekov
Notes: Written for a trekbootcamp challenge of writing in first-person. So, I am not a fan of first-person. Let's see if I did this alright.
( I remember the nights spent around the city when we were still cadets and you couldn’t even pass for barely legal. We would stay out until after the sun came back, untouchable and proud, wandering the streets, hopping bars, your fake ID clutched tight in your thin fingers. You drank me under the table then, you can still do it now. I remember those nights, watching as the stars disappeared and the sun came up, filthy-charming whisperings underneath the rolling fog, your hands pressed up against my chest, lips against my neck. Collapse )
Summary: When Chekov’s lifemonitor goes dead on an away mission, Sulu faces the prospect of life without his best friend.
Notes: Another thank you to6street
Prompt: This is sort of two prompts squished in to one. They worked together to help me make this the first one being, a kink meme “Sulu is monitoring chekov on an away mission when it says he has been 'terminated'. sulu is devastated (I want properly brokenhearted, crying etc). In fact chekovs life monitor(idk, whatever :P) was just destroyed and when he is beamed aboard with the rest of the away team, I want relieved!Sulu and I-thought-you-were-dead kissing/cuddling/sex” as well as the prompt “Yes, you are my love, the astronaut, flying in the face of science.” From soblazn_chekov
( He pulls his hand away too quickly, turns so he is no longer facing Chekov, and wipes his palm against the white cotton of his breeches. He curses to himself again, under his breath.Collapse )
Soviet, er, um, I mean 23rd Century Russia...
Summary: There is a lot of things about his best friend that Sulu still doesn't know.
Notes: Thanks to soblazn_chekov 's prompt, "In Soviet Russia, sex has you!"
The first five people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing / character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability.*
It might just be a drabble, it might take on a life of its own. who knows?
*I mean, you don't have to, but go for it if you feel like it. :)
Title: Through Solemn Glass and Distant Smoke.
Pairing: Sulu/Chekov, Chekov/hot chicks,
Notes: What I believe to be the finished version of my fic. Happy birthday to me? Haha.
Warning: Oh. Well, fuck… Where to begin? Violence, sex, sex&violence, language, bondage, blood, abuse, character death, S&M-ish stuff, hints of dubcon, there might be more things I am forgetting, but it’s the Mirror Universe. What do you expect?
Summary: An exploration of the relationship between Ensign Pavel Chekov and Chief Security Officer Hikaru Sulu. During the five years of the I.S.S. Enterprises’ mission.
( When their shift ends, they go out drinking and start a fight with some of the guys from engineering.Collapse )
Title: Colorful Metaphors
Summary: Fic for ST_XI_Kink prompt, "Chekov/Uhura. Chekov's really been swearing like a sailor this whole time, totally nasty comments and insubordination. Only, no one notices 'cause no one has bothered to learn Russian. Uhura, being a superawesome linguist, does bother to learn some Russian eventually, totally calls Chekov out on it in front of everyone, and gets scolded for being mean to him. So of course she has to just discipline Chekov herself when the Captain's not looking. :D"
( It felt like she had a secret again, like she used to with Spock when they used to kiss in dark corridors and pause the turbolift.Collapse )
Title: Chasing Jailbait
Summary: Sulu never imagined doing what he knew was right, would feel so terrible.
Notes: Written for the st_xi_kink
Or: A lifetime of problems told through Winona Kirk’s answering machine.
Summary: Some people would like to call Winona Kirk a martyr, but martyrs don't get to see their sacrifices pay off.
( 'My mom should be nominated for sainthood. Or at least the Nobel Peace Prize'- Admiral Jim T. Kirk. (2275)Collapse )
Title: Human Error.
Pairing: Light Chekov/Sulu
Summary: When Chekov agreed to the five year mission, he didn't realize how long it would feel, especially considering that five years is a little less than a third of his life so far. Response to the
( March in Russia means slush and mud and midterms.Collapse )