Title: Filthy-Charming Whisperings under San Francisco Fog
Author:
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vivid_butterfly 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
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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. )
Title: In Soviet, er, um, I mean 23rd Century Russia...
Pairing: Sulu/Chekov
Rating: R-ish
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!"
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Rating: NC-17
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. )
Title: Colorful Metaphors
Raiting: R
Pairing: Uhura/Chekov
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"
Warning: Language.
( 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. )
Title: Chasing Jailbait
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sulu/Chekov
Summary: Sulu never imagined doing what he knew was right, would feel so terrible.
Notes: Written for the st_xi_kink
Title: Human Error.
Rating: PG-13
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
st_xi_kink prompt, "Chekov starts messing up (accidentally on purpose) and puts everyone in danger. Sulu finds out he's just incredibly homesick, and makes him feel better! Bonus points for: shouting authority Kirk and crying Chekov (I have a tears kink!); lots of hurt (flashback to bullies in the academy/more mean Kirk/Chekov being left out because he's so young etc.)"( March in Russia means slush and mud and midterms. )
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