#Chekovxreader

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Title: The Seven Years Between

Summary: You beamed down onto this planet seven years ago, only to arrive back on your ship to discover it’s only been 14 hours. 

Pairing: Pavel/Reader

Warnings: None really

Word count: 3143

A/N: I hope you enjoy this. This damn thing has been hanging out in my WIPs for months waiting for me to finish. It also was switched from Pavel SO to TOS Jim and back again. I’m pretty proud how this came out. Also, how would you feel about a company piece of when the Reader and Pavel first met?

*Я тоже люблю тебя, милый -YA tozhe lyublyu tebya, milyy-I love you too, sweetheart

You slammed your hand down on the button of your makeshift transporter and sighed in relief when you felt yourself dematerialize. It had to work, you finally heard a transmission from a ship, after so long. It had to work.

You collapsed when you materialized on the transporter pad from the rough transport. You looked up at the technician, you both having a look of shock. He pressed the button on the way to page the bridge. “Captain, it’s Y/N. She’s back all on her own.”

“Richard! Oh my God! What are you guys still doing here?” You attempted to stand but collapsed, weak from the transport.

“What do you mean? We only lost contact with you 14 hours ago.” You felt your brain stall, no. It was seven years. You had been down there for seven years.

A few minutes later The Captain walked in with Dr. McCoy and Chekov close behind. Chekov forced his way through, squeezing past to get to you. Falling to his knees to pull you into a hug. “Y/N,” He cried running up and wrapping his arms around you. Gently cradling your head in his neck. The hand on the back of your hair gripping tightly whilst the thumb stroked. “I was so worried. 14 hours of no communication.”

“Pavel,” you whimpered feeling a full onslaught of emotion. Tears started to soak his uniform.

“Shh, it's okay sweetheart. It’s okay your home.”

“Pavel, it's been so long,” you whispered gripping onto his shirt refusing the let go.

“I know it must feel like that.”

“No. It’s been seven years Pavel. Seven solar years have passed. There is time dilation on that planet!” Chekov pulled back to look at you. Tears streaming down your face cutting through the dirt that was caked there. “I-I haven’t, I haven’t seen you.” You reached your hands up to cradle his face, rubbing her thumbs over his cheeks. “I haven’t touched you, in years.”

His eyes flicked over your face trying to think of what to say or do. “I’ve missed you.” Pavel gently leaned in to brushed his lips against yours afraid to do too much.

“I was so worried.” He pulled back again, “let’s get you to medbay.” He eased you to your feet with the help of Leonard.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you checked out.” Len kicked Pavel out of the exam room, claiming he needed the space.

“Well, your metabolism has slowed down,” McCoy sighed as he looked at the readout. “That’s to be expected. So I want to give you a few vitamins and nutrition supplements for a few weeks.  Just to get you back to normal.” He smiled as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “I’m guessing you might need someone to talk too after all this. You’ve gone through a lot. I’m here, okay?”

You smiled at him and nodded, “Thank you, Doctor. I think for right now I’d like to get back to my room if I’m allowed.”

“You are free to leave, but I want you back here tomorrow understand? You’ve been relieved of duty for at least a week or until you feel fully readjusted.” You nodded sliding off the bed, you hugged Doctor McCoy tightly.

“I missed you, Len.”

His arms wrapped tightly around you tightly, “You gave me one hell of a scare. I’m glad you’re home.”

“Me too.” You pulled away and Bones gripped your forearms.

“Hey, I don’t want to rush you but, talk to Pavel.”

“It’s like looking at a ghost, Leonard. I can’t. Plus now I’m what, five years older than him? He deserves someone his age, and without all the emotional baggage of being lost in time dilation.” Bones crossed his arms with a smirk on his face. “Sweetheart, I know I can’t be the first to tell you we all have horrible emotional baggage. But. If you aren’t ready, you aren’t. The kid will respect that.” He pulled you into a tight hug again. “Get some rest.”

As the door opened to your quarters you smiled, it was all the same. It still smelled like home, the apple and pine scented candles that Pavel got you at Starbase Three. It was your one-year anniversary present. You gave the unlit candle a sniff before stripping of the cloth you used as clothing. You gingerly stepped into the sonic shower and instantly melted. The water pressure felt like magic on your skin. The water jest pushing into tight muscles, cutting through the thick layer of dirt and grease. You moaned in satisfaction, washing your hair a few times before it even felt clean.

As you toweled off you thought it best to go get some rest like McCoy suggested, well, rather commanded. As you laid on your bed you almost started sinking into the soft padding. You chuckled as you remembered when you one complained that it was way to stiff and made your backache. You sighed staring at the ceiling, it was like your first night on your ship all over again. You could hear the humming of the engines, and the usually unnoticeable vibration of the ship radiated through your body. Then there were the people walking by, chatting and laughing for the most part. Every night on that planet was quiet and still, and has now made your tolerance to noise so low. When you were last on the ship, Pavel said you sounded like Scotty when you stated that the hum of the engines lulled you to sleep. It was rough.

You started to toss and turn searching for some kind of relief.

None came that night, nor the night after, the third night you decided it was best to seek help. You shuffled into Medbay late, around 3:00 am, the room was mostly dim save a few lights. The rhythmic beeping breaking the silence. As you slid in you spotted Leonard sipping on some coffee reading a PADD “Hey…”

He looked up “Hey, you alright?”

You started rubbing your hands together nervously, “I can’t sleep,” you whispered. “I can feel the ship moving, and the humming, and I-I I don’t know.” He patted a biobed before turning to a cabinet.

“No problem I’ll prescribe something, but I thought I might give you a sedative and have you spend the night here.” You nodded, pushing yourself up on the bed. He came back over and pressed the hypo against your neck, then moved to help you lay down. “Take it easy, Darlin.” He brushed your hair back as the medicine took you.

The time apart from you finally made Pavel Chekov slink his way into Leonard McCoy’s office, “Doctor?”

Leonard looked up from a PADD, “Chekov, what’s the issue?”

“Y/n” he muttered softly, looking down at his hands. “It’s been two months and she hasn’t talked to me.”

“Pavel I told you. She needs time.”

“I know that,” He threw his hands up in frustration as he began to pace, “I know but it’s driving me mad! I’ve tried to be respectful… The few messages and calls I’ve left she hasn’t even answered. She talks to you though right?”

McCoy sighed and nodded, “Yes, in a therapeutic way. And no I can’t tell you anything.”

“I know, but, but!” Pavel leaned himself against Leonard’s desk, arms folded. “I can’t believe she was trapped for seven years. I mean she must have thought we abandoned her. That I abandoned her.” Len looked up watching him pace in front of his desk.

“Chekov,” he attempted.

“She won’t even look at me. “Maybe she doesn’t love me anymore. It’s been seven years for her.”

“That’s not true.” Leonard stood rounding the table to stand in front of the young kid “Pavel. She’s still adjusting. She never thought she see you again. She thinks this is too good to be true. Maybe back off a bit.”

“Isn’t she lonely?”

“From the looks of it she had been mostly alone down there. So all of this, all 400 of us? That’s a huge change.”

Chekov looked down at her feet and back up at Len, “I just want to understand. I just want to help, Doctor McCoy.”

“I know,” the older man placed his hand on his shoulder. “I know. Me too.”

“I miss her. I just think of the things she must’ve suffered. He should have never sent her down there.”

“Now, we will have none of that. This isn’t anyone’s fault.”

“But, Doctor McCoy, he put her in danger! She could have died hell I thought she did!”

“She was doing her job. She insisted remember? She was best suited for the job.”

“He could have said no. He could have ordered her to stay. He could have ordered someone else!”

“No, he couldn’t. You know that. ”

“Are we sure I mean,” Pavel huffed as he turned to leave.

“Pavel” He barely glanced over his shoulder. “Blaming Kirk is not going to help her. I know you angry and you want something to be angry at, but these things happen. I know that’s a shitty thing to hear but it’s something you need to accept. I’m here to talk if you need me.” Pavel nodded and left, head hung.

Later in the week, you clipped his shoulder walking back to your quarters and Pavel on instinct grabbed your wrist, slipping his grip to your hand. “Hi,” he whispered.

You gently squeezed back, “Hi.”

“Do you want to talk?”

You stood there a minute looking down at your hands linked together. Slowly you nodded, “Yeah.”

“How about your quarters? We won’t be disturbed there.” You nodded gently pulling him along.

As soon as you got in you dropped his hand, “How are you doing?”

“Alright,” you said softly daring to look up into his eyes for the first time in a few weeks. And looking into those honest eyes you felt everything come bubbling up to the surface. “I’m trying to get adjusted you know. I’m still having nightmares, I’ve been taking sleeping aids because it’s so bad. And i don’t mean to be ignoring you, Pavel. I really don’t. I just, I-I,” you felt tears starting to build up, and as soon as they did they fell.

Despite every nerve in Chekov’s body telling him to sweep you into his arms; he simply took your hand and squeezed. “It’s okay. I know you’ve been having a rough time.” Hesitantly, he brought his hand up to wipe some tears. “You’ve been so brave you know. So brave.”

You took a few breaths, wrapping a hand around his wrist that was next to your face. “I’m scared.”

“Of?”

You shook your head and shrugged looking back down not able to look at that soft face, “I don’t know a lot of things I guess. That Starfleet might discharged me. That this might be a dream and I’m still on that planet. That I’ll never feel normal again.” Your voice got thick with emotion, as heavier tears ran down your face. “T-That,” you hiccuped, looking back into those clear blue eyes, “That you won’t love me anymore.” You finally broke into inconsolable sobs, your body shaking with the raw emotion you felt.

Now he pulled you in, running his hand along your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you buried your face into his chest. You fingers curling into the yellow fabric. Slowly he pulled you down to sit on your bed. He sighed against you as you pushed in further. “I love you.” He squeezed you shaking you a bit before pulling back to look at you. “You hear me? I love you. I love you.” He moved his hands to grab yours, “My God, I love you.” He gently pulled your hands to his lips.

Despite the swirling emotions you laughed. You smiled as he did it again, “I remember when you first kissed my hand.”

“Oh?” Pavel tilted his head to the side confused at the change of topic. “That gala for the second year anniversary?”

No,” you shook your head.”I mean on Starbase 5. Do you remember that? It was before I was the Enterprise.”

“We were on shore leave. Celebrating our first few months. I was with a bunch of friends.  Well, until I saw you.”

“And you to my surprise didn’t use a cheap line on me.”

“Because you told me you would knock me on my ass.”

“I would’ve. But you were so nice, and charming. You kissed my hand. I think I fell for you then.”

Pavel smiled, “That was so long ago. We didn’t even start dating till after the Gala.”

“Even longer for me.” He adjusted the way he sat on the bed.

“I know...Do you love me still,” Pavel’s voice was soft and had a slight tremor to it. I understand it’s been seven years. That’s a long time.”

You sighed, gripping his hands tight, “You moron. The thought of you and this crew….it kept me alive. That memory, now like 15 years ago for me, when you kissed my hand for the first time? That kept me alive. Of course, I still love you.” You were quiet for a minute, “I was also scared that you did still love me.”

Pavel licked his lips, tilting his head to the side again, “I-I’m not sure I understand.”

More tears built up as he made eye contact, forcing the words out of you, “I’m scared you still loved me. Be-because I’m now so much older, a-and, a-and the baggage of-of.”

He kept his grip on your hands and brought you in close, nose barely touching. “Hey! Hey, who stays up with me when I have nightmares of the Nero attack? Who is always there for me to carry the weight of my tragedies and failures? You. You’ve always been there.” He brushed his nose against yours, pressing his forehead against yours, “ Now it’s my turn. I’m not going to let you handle this alone. I’ve got you. I’m with you. And I’ll tell you that as often as you need to hear.”

“What about my age? I have like five years on you now,” you don’t know why you suddenly felt so insecure but you did. But, Pavel just smiled and let out a low chuckle.

“I’ve been on a ship where most of my prospects are four years older than me. I’m fine. I’m perfect if you are okay with it. I want you to be comfortable.” Your heart understandably melted as he leaned his head to the side and his lips hovered above yours, suddenly become afraid of kissing you, “I love you, and your age has nothing to do with it.”

You let out a shuddering sigh, closing your eyes, trying to prevent more tears. You tried focusing on enjoying his hold on you. “I’d never thought I’d have this again.”

This time you felt a shuddering sigh against you, “Me either.” You stayed like that for a few minutes. “Can I kiss you,” the soft request came with a voice thick with tears. “Please?” You felt chills run down your spine as his breath breezed across your lips.

You tilted your head to the side and pressed your lips against his gently. It was like the first kiss all over again. Soft and tender, he carefully placed his hand on your cheek. And even though it felt like the first it still felt like home. Like you were finally home because Pavel still loved you.

“Do you think me sleeping next to you will help,” he finally asked.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. It’s worth a try. But-”

“Nothing will happen. We’ll take everything slow. You dictate our speed to intimacy. Okay?”

You smiled softly, kissing his cheek, “Okay. Alright.” The Pavel’s eyes began to feel with tears. His nose began to turn pink and his brows knitted together. You caressed his cheek, “Pasha?” Then it was like the dam broke, tears spilled over his cheeks and he let out small gasps that lead to large sobs. “Pasha,” you pulled him in, pressing his head into your shoulder. Your finger twisting in his hair. You felt the thick tears on your neck, his hand curling into the fabric of your shirt. You just began to coo and whispering affects and affirmations of his safety.

After a few minutes, he finally began to speak, “I missed you. And I know it’s nothing to compare, but I’ve missed you. And I’ve missed hearing you call me Pasha.”

You smiled and kissed the top of his head, “I’ve missed having you to call Pasha. I’m sorry I’ve been so quiet.”

“Don’t apologize, please. You have nothing to be sorry for. I understand, even more now.” He slowly untangled himself from you and walked to your closet. “Thank God we’ve had sleepovers so often, right?”

“I think our sleepovers and clothes is an oxymoron.”

Pavel spun around to face you after he had taken his shirt off, “Who you calling a moron?”

“You,” you teased. Pavel started advancing towards you, pushing you back onto the bed with a gentle force. You let out a very undignified squeal as he loomed over you. “Pavel, no,” you begged.

“Take it back,” He teased, a bright smile on his face as he freed a hand.

You tried to wiggle away but it was useless. So, you stilled and hardened your resolve, “Never.”

“Then it is to be war,” he asked giving you one more out.

“It is.”

Then that cheating bastard went straight to the most ticklish place on you, that cheating bastard. You squealed and tried to push his hands off. “No fair,” you yelled, “You have to work up to that! You can’t just go nuclear!” Pavel just laughed as he continued and you fought for a breath, “Pasha!”

“Just take it back. Just take it back, Y/N and I stop.” You groaned and mumbled an apology. “What was that I can’t hear you.”

“I take it back,” you laughed and he pulled his hands away and kept himself propped over you. As you caught your breath you felt wonderful. In that moment it felt like you had never left. Like you had just been apart for a few hours. “I love you,” you mumbled as you pulled him down on top of you, pressing your nose into his shoulder.

“Я тоже люблю тебя, милый. Seven years we’ve been together.”

“I pegged down the great Russian Lover.”

“Always.” You laid underneath his weight for a while, enjoying the warmth, the contact that you had been denied for so long. You were finally safe, you were finally warm, you were finally home.

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Brighter than the sun (Part 6/?)

I'm so sorry that it took me forever to continue this story. At first life got me really hard. Then my muse left me. And the well it got a little bit into the dark corner of the forgotten things (actually I'm barely on my laptop to be reminded that I want to write this story)

But well now I'm back. Can't promise that there will be a regular upload this time but I try my best.

This chapter was also already finished on my laptop (like I said I'm barely on my laptop - or I was it) but I actually wanted to have a chapter in advance before I would upload a new one. But I could let you guys wait any longer.

Next chapter is in the making ;)

Also thinking of making some kind of masterpost to have all the links for all the chapters. But I’m not that talented in making some kind of header for it. So if someone of you is talented and/or willed to make one...well you’re welcomed by me and I would like to give you the credit and all! (Does that make sense? My English is not the best today because my brain is like mashed potatoes)

Here you can find the last part

Warning: no warnings yet

Word count: 2562

Part: 6/?

Yorktown was amazing to see from the outside but as you stepped out off the shuttle ship and got a better look on the inside and it was even more amazing. How did this is even possible to exist like it does? It was stunning.

“Lieutenant (Y/L/N)!” You heard someone saying your name. As you looked around you saw Commodore Paris waiting for you. With a smile you walked over to her and saluted. “Good to see you. A little bit earlier than I expected you.”

“I may or may not have forced them to add a little bit extra speed” you joked making her smile just a little.

“Let me show you around and let us talk about your new assignment.” So you followed her around Yorktown. Damn it was such a beautiful starbase.  The way it was built in this giant glass ball, playing around with the gravity. You just loved it. While walking around Commodore Paris told you a little bit about it. It felt a little bit like a sightseeing tour. But as soon as you entered her office everything changed into business mode for her. You talked about you and your previous work on the USS Robinson, all the achievements you reached. She spoke highly of you from what she got from Lieutenant Grasgo and also from your former captains. You were impressed how the others thought of you especially Keith. He never told you that he was so fond your work. Sadly he never told you personally maybe you would have done even a little bit better back then. After that she told you about your work on the Enterprise that was waiting for you. She told you everything you needed to know and everything you wanted to know. You had so many questions in your mind.

Both of you didn't watched the time while talking so it happened that you missed the arrival of the Enterprise. You were interrupted by a firm knock on the offices door. Commodore Paris allowed them to enter and you turned around to look into a face you've seen before.

“I don't want to interrupt you but you gave me the orders to immediately get to you when we arrived. So here I am Commodore Paris.” No one other than James T. Kirk was entering the office with a bid smile on his lips. You really haven't noticed him back at the academy but now that you see him you had to hold back a laugh. Of course the handsome guy from a year after you had to be your new captain. Why didn't you knew back than that this has been him?

“Captain Kirk, I'm must be sorry for not being there to get you personally” she said and stood up from here seat. “But Lieutenant (Y/L/N) and I were a little bit too much consumed by over conversation. So can I introduce you to your new Stellar Cartographer Lieutenant (Y/N) (Y/L/N), Captain Kirk?” You rose from your seat to and smoothed your uniform before holding out your hand.

“It's an honor for me to be signed on you ship, sir!” He smiled at you and grabbed your hand.

“The pleasure is mine. I heard much of you and I'm happy that you'll be on my ship.”   He made you blush with his words. You weren't really used  to compliments like this so it was an easy game for him.

“Good that both of you are happy to work together soon. Shall we talk about it a little bit more together?” Commodore Paris said and pointed at the seats in front of her. Both of you nodded and sat down and started to talk a little bit more about your work and especially the Enterprise.

Kirk and you left the office a little later. You walked a while in silence next to each other until you got outside. This is when both of you turned to each other.

“So Miss (Y/L/N) what do you think of getting to know the crew? We are having a little party tonight...and I would like to introduce you to the rest” he said with a smile on his face.

“Sounds great, sir. When and where should I meet you?”  He told you the exact time and location and with a little wink he walked away. Damn you really regret it that you haven't been with him back at the academy. He was more than handsome but now that he was your new captain he was out of the race. But you could always dream of it.

-

Most of the waiting time until you would meet the crew you spent in your temporary quarters with reading and some research of stuff you couldn't find on the USS Robinson. You took a quick shower before you got into one of your favorite dresses and put your hair in a ponytail. A look into the mirror showed you that you look quite acceptable for meeting the crew. So you took off to the meeting place where Kirk was already waiting for you outside.

“Lieutenant, it's good to see you” he said and smiled at you with his oh so sweet smile. You returned his smile with one of your best.

“I hope I didn't let you wait for long.”

“You are even a little bit early but everyone is already here. So shall we?” He pointed to the door and started walking towards it. And of course he was a gentleman so he pulled it open for you and let you walk in first. How attentive of him to do so. You stepped inside and already heard the chatter of people. A little bit nervousness made it's way through your veins. When was the last time you've been so nervous? And it was ridiculous to be honest because you were just going to meet your new crew – hundreds of eyes would be on you at one. Okay this was actually something you didn't like at all. A steady hand on your lower back got you out of your thoughts. You looked up straight into the captains eyes. “They won't bite. At least if you don't want anyone to do so.” A little chuckle of him. “An they are excited to meet you.” You nodded and smiled. After you took a deep breath you followed him into the room and looked around. So many people were there, so many unknown faces. Yet unknown. With time you will get to know them. Maybe not every one but most of them you guessed.

“Everyone listen please!” Kirk shouted, asking for everyone's attention. After all of them turned around and getting together he continued to speak to them. “May I introduce you to our newest crew member and new Chief Stellar Cartographer Lieutenant (Y/N)(Y/L/N)?” Now all eyes turned to you and they raised their glasses and greeted you.

“Ehm..hi everyone” you said a little bit shyly but tried to smile. “It's nice to meet you...and I hope we'll have a good time together.” Seeing them nodding and smiling at you made you relax a little bit. They seemed nice after all. At least at first sight. But suddenly a few started to mumble an moving out of the way of something or someone.

“(Y/N)? Is zat you?” you heard someone with a familiar voice and accent asking out of the crowd. A few seconds later a blond curly head  on a slender but tall body came out of it. You had to blink several times to make sure you weren't dreaming. But your vision didn't fool you.

-

There he was, standing right before you and you couldn't quite believe your eyes. Your little Russian boy turned into a good looking young man. He was now taller than you but he still got this bright smile and this gleam in his eyes. His curls were a little bit less messy but still messy enough.

“It's really you...” you said while staring at him and slowly starting to smile. After all these years you haven't expected to see him again neither to be so happy about it. Accounted for your separation.

He nodded fast and his smile got even brighter. “Yes it's me!!” You couldn't stop yourself to throw your arms around his waist and hug him tightly. He returned it immediately. “It's so good to see you again.” His voice got a little bit darker over the years you noticed but it sounded wonderful in your ears.

“Glad to see that I could reunite some old friends!” you heard Kirk saying with a little chuckle and you let go of Pavel to look at him. “I think you have a lot to catch up to. It's been a while since the time at Starfleet Academy. Grab a drink an something to eat. You can get to know the rest of the crew another time. Not that we would ran away from you.” A quick nod from  you and you went off with Pavel by your side to get something to drink and sit down on the couches at the one side of the room.

At first both of you didn't really know what to say. You parted as friends but on a very hard level as you remembered. Back then you'd broke his heart but time must have healed it. He seemed as happy as before. He had to be a women magnet by now with his looks. He really grew into a handsome man. The girls on the Enterprise had to have a really hard life with someone like Pavel and their captain on the ship. You couldn't help but finding yourself staring at this now man. Oh how much you missed this beautiful smile of his. You couldn't help but smile at him to.

“You look good” he said and took a all-over look over your body. “Still really beautiful.”

“Thank you” you answered and blushed even a little bit. “You've grown...much. Last time we saw each other you've been a lot smaller.” Both of you laughed.

“May be true. I got older and bigger.”

“The girls must love you. With all your charm and the look.” Now he was the one who started to blush.

“Maybe...but I'm not as popular as the Keptin...” You could tell the reasons for it but you also had to admit that Pavel was close to him. With a shy look his eyes met yours and a smile got on his lips. “It's so good to see you again, (Y/N). I zogt I would never see you again. And now you got on ze Enterprise too. So we can work togezer!”

“I'm happy about that too. There is a lot we have to catch up!”

So you both started to share your experiences over the years. Trying to tell the other as much as possible. It was like you've never actually parted or had a fight – or whatever you wanted to call what happened before you left. You were so  deep in your conversation that you barely noticed that Kirk left the party and came back after nearly two hours. It was when you hear him shouting for everyone's attention that you an Pavel turned to him.

“I'm sorry for all of you who maybe had some plans for tonight or the next days. But there has been an incident that needs our full attention. We're the only ship and crew that is capable to do this. I want all of you at the deck in 20 minutes!” His eyes were searching for you until they found you. “This includes you now too, Lieutenant! Get yourself dressed in our new uniform!” You just could nod before he left. Actually you thought that you would at least get a few days before you would leave with your new crew. Well faith was never on your side when it came to your plans.

You felt a hand on your should and when you looked behind you you found yourself looking into Pavel's eyes again. Damn they were so beautiful. Somehow your heart suddenly filled with so much relief and happiness. You didn't actually knew why but it felt like you found a part of you again.

“Everyzing will be alright! Vat ewer ve hawe to do!” He smiled at you before he also left the room. You left soon after him for your quarters. They already left you some fresh uniforms which you put on immediately. Your heart was pounding heavily in your chest. There was a kind of nervousness raising inside you but also a feeling you couldn't define. You haven't felt that way before. Some kind of happy and free but mixed with anxiety and the feeling of losing something again. But it also felt not like your own feelings. It was like you also felt what someone else was feeling. But that wasn't possible. You shook your head and left your room, heading for the docks.

Everyone was bustling around, getting their stuff on board. You took a deep breath before you steppe inside and made your way through the corridors. When the time has come you need to get a proper walk around here to get to know everything. But now was not the time for it. You asked around to find your office. When you stepped inside you were overwhelmed by the size of it. The office you'd shared with Grasgo was nothing compared to this. You had everything you needed and even more. You couldn't wait to start working properly. Slowly you walked through the room, your fingers touching all the consoles and buttons and whatever.

“Hope it's satisfying you to work here. We have the newest technology on board.” someone said standing in your doorway. You turned around and looking to the man. He was a Vulcan. “I'm sorry if I scared you. This wasn't my intention. My name is Commander Spock, First Officer of the Enterprise.”

“It's nice to meet you, Sir. I assume you already know about me.” A slightly nod from him in agreement. “I think I could work with all this here very well. Therefore I have to admit the view up in space will be amazing thanks to this.” You pointed to the big window pane. Then you turned your attention back to Spock. “When will we leave?”

“In about 5 minutes. The captain will soon speak to all of us and will give us more information. We'll see us later, Lieutenant (Y/L/N)!” He left the room while you took a seat on your new desk. Working here would be a pleasure.

Spock wasn't lying. Exactly 5 minutes later Kirk announced their departure. It just had been a few hours but it felt like ages that you've been in space. And to be honest you already missed it. The space gave you a feeling of total freedom. And this freedom was nothing someone could take from anybody. Not even what ever was waiting there for you where you were heading to. You haven been more wrong in your entire life. But you couldn't knew what was waiting there for you.

[kaitymccoy123]

Do You Trust Me?

Intro: So this is for Trek Fest 2017 Chekov’s Week!  Hosted by the ever-so-lovely @outside-the-government! 

Pairing: Chekov x reader

Word Count: 3,800ish

Summary: You are sent on an away mission with young ensign Pavel Chekov and it doesn’t go as planned.  When life-and-death situations and feelings mix, can you sort it all out and get to safety?  What does all this mean to your and Pavel’s relationship?  

A/N: So my idea for this one came from two places: 

1. One of my drabbles from my 800 follower drabbles that involved Pavel and the reader who was Bones’ brother.  I just love the idea so this is a little extension on the drabble!  

2.  Also I got a request from someone a little while ago with the prompt:  "we're undercover and we HAVE to kiss to maintain our cover and oops I've just realized I'm in love with you" - The request was specifically for Jim, which I still plan on doing for Jim, but I wanted to use that idea for this one - whoops!

-Enjoy!-

“I don’t understand why they had to send me down here, I’m an engineer, not an explorer.” You grumbled as you trudged through the thick forest landscape.

“I belief that you were chosen for your expertise in identifying foreign metals.” The chirpy, heavily accented response came from the yellow-shirted ensign that was trudging beside you. 

“Yeah, there seems to be so much metal around here to identify.” You droned sarcastically, gesturing to the endless span of trees and foliage. 

Pavel chuckled next to you. 

“What’s so funny?” You snapped, cutting through a bough of vines especially hard. 

“You sound just like Dr. McCoy.” He noted, and you threw a glare to the young navigator. 

“Well he is my big brother, so it’s fitting, I guess.” You grumbled. 

Ducking through some branches, you picked up the pace and were a few steps in front of Pavel when you felt the whoosh of the arrow brush past your ear. Suddenly, you were hurled sideways and against the forest floor, a heavy weight on top of you.  

The weight turned out to be Pavel, and his body was pressed directly on top of yours, his face hovering above yours, his breath ragged. 

“Are you alright?” He worried, his eyes roaming your face for signs of injury or pain. 

“Other than the fact that you are crushing me, I’m fine.” You breathed, your voice lacking the sarcastic tone that you tried to elicit. 

Pavel stayed frozen on top of you, and as you heard the crunching of footsteps stalk by Pavel’s muscles tensed over you protectively, and you felt a flash of heat rush to your cheeks.  

Once the threat was gone, Pavel looked back down to you, his grey-blue eyes meeting yours softly, reassuringly, and you were surprised with how little fear his gaze revealed.  

“Thank you, Pavel.” You whispered, barely able to get words past your lungs.  

“You do not need to thank me.” He exhaled, pushing up off you slowly and helping you sit up next to him, your bodies still hovering close together. 

“Are you injured?” He brushed his fingers through the hair above your ear. 

“I-I don’t think so.” You stuttered and leaned towards him instinctively.  

For a second you though he might kiss you, but the moment soon passed and he was standing, leaving you breathless.  

“Let’s get going.” He smiled down at you, clearly proud of the shivering mess he left you in. 

“Do you trust me?" He offered his hand and tilted his head curiously.

After a second’s hesitation and a million flutters of your nervous heart you reached up and took his hand.  

The jungle seemed endless as you continued through, Pavel consistently at your elbow, both of you silent except for the sound of your laboured breathing.  The heat was nearly unbearable, and you quickly came to despise the transporter team for making you wear the protective thick leather jacket and heavy-duty pants.  

Neither of you mentioned your almost-kiss and the fact that he had saved your life.  And just as you felt like you were about to collapse in heat exhaustion, the jungle abruptly ended.  

A city emerged in front of you, and you could nearly walk the line that indicated where the jungle ended and the city began.  It was ragged and dusty, sharp metal buildings sprung up everywhere, stalls lining both sides of the narrow streets.  People were scattered everywhere.  Sellers behind the stalls, people buying and yelling and trading with them.  It was like the dense forest had been traded for the city.  Instead of trees there were people, and it was nearly as suffocating. 

You approached the edge slowly, taking in everything, your eyes catching on all the different types of metals and structures scattered around, some that you didn’t even recognize. 

“Okay, I get why they sent me down here now.” You gulped, stopping just before crossing over the threshold into the city, Pavel bumping into your shoulder at your abrupt halt.  

“Let us go find the metal we came for.” Pavel said from behind you. 

You looked up at him and he nodded in the direction of the nearest street.  As he started forward, you stopped him with a hand on his arm before he could advance any further. 

“We should be careful.  See how their skin is such a bright colour compared to our?  We will stick out like a sore thumb if we just dive right in.  We should cover our skin first.”

“Right.” Pavel stepped in front of you and drew your hood up over your head. 

The scarf that hung loosely around your neck you pulled up to cover your mouth and nose, and Pavel helped tuck the corners in under your hood. 

“Okay, I can see just your eyes now.” He nodded, “What about me?  I don’t have a scarf.”

You swung your backpack around to your front and dug around until you found the extra scarf you had packed, “It was going to be for any geode specimens we found, or to trade for metals, but it should work in a pinch.”

He smiled down at you as you slipped the scarf around his neck and helped arrange his disguise the same way you had with his, and soon his soft grey eyes were the only thing peeking out. 

“Perfect, now just keep your hands in your pockets and we should be pretty well hidden.” Both of you tucked your hands in your pockets and you set out into the city.  

It was almost overwhelming how quickly you were swept up into the hustle and bustle of the streets. Seller’s carts lined each side of the street, and you had to squeeze through what seemed like hundreds of people as you made your way through the streets.  You kept your eyes peeled for any sign of the illegal metal you were sent here to look for. 

You were sweating and panting under the hot sun and covered disguise, and you could hear Pavel’s quick breaths behind you.  Finally, out of the corner of your eye, you saw the reddish tint of the metal you were looking for. 

“There.” You said under your breath to Pavel, who followed your gaze to the stand with the metal scraps. 

“We must be wery careful, Y/N,” He nudged your elbow to stop you, “It does not look so safe.  It looks very dark and the man behind the counter does not look very friendly.”

You surveyed the unnaturally shady tent and the man with the large muscles and a deep scowl behind the counter. 

“It’s alright, we just need to ask a few questions, maybe purchase a piece to examine.  We’re not here to capture them or anything.” You tried to keep your voice as even as possible and refused to meet his eyes as you pushed off Pavel and headed towards the counter. 

You tried to remember the training that Uhura, Spock, and Scotty had given you in regards to dealing with foreign exchanges and this type of rare metal.  But all of a sudden your mind went blank and the voice of your concerned brother played over in your head. 

"Now don't go around making anyone mad or anything, you hear?"

"Because you do that.  Make people mad.  For example, me, on a daily basis."

"If you get hurt I will kill you.  Well I'll kill Jim first for sending you on this mission, then you.  And maybe him too." Leonard gestured to Pavel. 

Pavel who was pushing softly at your shoulder-blade with his elbow.  You must have stopped walking. 

“We can go back eef you wish.  Meester Scott said if eet was too dangerous he would beam us up.” Pavel had dipped his head to your ear, and you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. 

You shook your head, “I’m fine.” You mumbled and stepped forward again, pulling your shoulders up and taking a deep breath.  

The man behind the counter barely lifted his eyes to look at you as you surveyes the table coolly, just as Uhura had taught you.  With interest, but not with accusation, even if the metals were being manufactured by women and children slaves. 

“Can I help you?” A deep, grumbly voice sounded, but you kept your eyes on the metals. 

“Thess is exaactly tha type oof metals I need furr my maachine baack home.  Light aand sturdy aand strong.” You slipped into the accent Uhura and you had practiced. 

Using your fingertips, you played with the edge of a piece, but pulled back when you felt the man behind the counter tense. 

“Where you from?” He snapped. 

The name of the planet rolled off your tongue just as you’d practiced as well.  A bead of sweat dripped off your eyebrow onto your cheek, making you blink a few times.  

The man regarded you for a second and you made the mistake of looking up into his eyes, adrenaline flooding your system at his paralyzing gaze. 

“I do not deal to humans.” He spat the word as if it stung his tongue.  

“But we aare not earthlins...” You started, stuffing your hands into your pocket when you realized your error. 

“I do not deal to humans.  Especially not Federation scum.”

“No-”

“What is that in your bag?!” Your eyes snapped up at his angry voice, but the man’s eyes weren’t on you.  They were on Pavel.

You spun on Pavel and searched his frozen face as he carefully said, “Nothing, sir.” But your eye caught on the reddish tint in his bag as he adjusted it over his shoulder. 

“You are stealing.  The punishment for stealing on this planet is death.  Anugh, Ugtha, seize them.” The man barked, and an equally scary man and woman emerged from the shadows on command. 

You backed up into Pavel and his hand caught your elbow. 

“Seize them!” He demanded and a flush of panic hit you.

“Run.” The word was whispered into your ear and then yelled, “RUN!”

Pavel’s hand on your elbow was now dragging you as he darted forward.  You only had a moment to hesitate before you saw a flash of movement out of the corner of your eye, the two guards, and you took off after Pavel. 

The two of you surged through the crowd together, pushing past people as fast as you could, while trying not to lose sight of Pavel ahead of you.  You wound down streets, skidding around corners and trying not to trip over your own two feet. 

Finally, you ended up in a narrow alley and nearly slammed into the back of Pavel. 

“What-?”

“Eet’s a dead end.” He turned around and you could see the worry in his eyes. 

You could barely catch your breath as you searched the surrounding streets, spotting the guards at the far end of one of the stalls. 

“They’re o-over there. We-we can’t-go-back.” You stuttered through heaving breaths.  

“I’ll call for Meester Scott.” He reached for his com, but you stopped him. 

“There’s no time, they’ll see us.” You worried, pushing his hand away and stepping closer to him. 

The alley was narrow enough that with your proximity you were nearly pressing him into the wall.  Both of your chests heaved, and you were overwhelmed by the dizzying warmth of the air between you two.  Sweat stung your eyes and your hair was plastered to your head under the scarf and hood, but still you pressed closer to Pavel.  

You took one more look to see the guards nearing your spot and you turned back to Pavel, tugging your scarf down over your mouth. 

“Kiss me.” You breathed. 

“Wha-?” His brows furrowed. 

“Kiss me.” You tugged down his scarf, “Just do it.” 

Pressing yourself fully against his chest, you were close enough that your hoods almost touched.  Your heart hammering in your chest, you stuck your hands in between his hood and his cheeks to cradle his head and hide your hands.  And, before you could think about it any further, you crushed your lips to his, hiding both your faces in between your hoods. 

There was a moment of breathy awkwardness until he tightened his grip on your hips, sliding his hands into your pockets to hide his hands.  It was awkward, but it worked. 

The kiss was hot and sweaty and salty but never-the-less sent shivers down your spine as you pulled him closer, not able to get enough of his soft lips and the feeling of his body on yours.  You kissed him for as long as you dared before pulling back an inch to allow you both to catch your breath. 

Pulling him close again, you hugged him and tilted your head just a little so you could survey the streets.  

“No sign of the guards.” You whispered. 

“Then I will call Meester Scott.” Pavel’s voice sounded surprisingly strained as he removed one hand out of your pocket to grab his com, but still kept you close. 

After a few curt words you felt the familiar tug of the transporter, and you instinctively kept your tight grip on Pavel as the world faded away and the blinding metal of the transporter room appeared.  

You stepped back from him as soon as you could, but you couldn’t tear your gaze from his eyes.  That was until the sound of your brother’s voice echoed through the room. 

“What the hell was that, Y/N?” His dark haired, blue-shirted form appeared in your line of vision as you wrenched your eyes from Pavel’s.

“That was us, you know, not dying?” You offered, but you had no energy to be snarky. 

“Well you got a little to close for my liking.” Leonard grumbled, stepping closer and scanning you with a tricorder. 

“’m fine, Len.” You brushed him off, stepping off the platform when pain suddenly lanced through your leg. 

“Like hell you are.” He knelt in front of you and used a pair of medical scissors to cut off your pant leg at the knee, revealing a nasty gash that was still oozing blood. 

You hissed as he pressed a piece of gauze to it. 

“I deedn’t notice you were injured, Y/N, you should haff said something.” It was a soft voice now, Pavel, who you had forgotten about for a moment. 

Peeling your eyes open, you looked at him, an expression of worry and concern laced over his features as he tugged his hood down and pushed a hand through his unruly curly hair. 

“It’s okay, Pavel, “You assured, “I didn’t even notice, must have been the adrenaline and all.  I don’t even know when it happened.”

“Let’s get you down to the medbay, this’ll need a few rounds of the dermal regenerator.” Leonard stood and moved to hook your arm over his shoulder. 

Addressing Pavel, Leonard tipped his head, “You alright, kid?”

Pavel nodded, “Yessir.”

“Of course you are.” Leonard mumbled sarcastically and before you could defend Pavel he was dragging you out the door and down the hall towards the medbay. 

“I’m fine, Len.  I don’t need to stay the night here.  You already wouldn’t let me go to my quarters to shower, and I had to use the tiny one here.  You owe me.  I just want to curl up in my bed and go go sleep.” 

“Fine.  Go.  But I want to see you here tomorrow for a check-up.” Leonard grumped and stalked out of the patient room you had been assigned, leaving you alone. 

“Sure thing, doc!” You called grumpily, feeling especially irritated. 

You wanted nothing more than to curl up in your bed and go to sleep for the next eternity, so you gathered your items from the room and walked out into the bustling medbay.  

As you headed for the doors, a flash of motion caught your eye and you turned to see Pavel, who had stood up as you passed.  He was still dressed in his mission outfit, with dirt and dust covering the outside and streaks of it still on his face.  His eyes were worried, tired, and your heart melted a little at the sight of him.

“Y/N.  How are you feeling?  I am sorry that you got injured, I deedn’t know, I was focused on getting avay from those guards.  I am sorry.” He dug his toe into the ground as he spoke, and wrung his hands in front of him.

“It’s okay, Pavel.  It’s not your fault.” You sighed, you were so tired. “Have you been waiting here the whole time?”

He nodded, “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” His voice was soft, apologetic.

“You didn’t have to.” You rubbed your eyes and yawned, “You could have at least gone and showered or something.”

He didn’t respond except to scratch the back of his neck and look over at you. The memory of that heated, salty kiss in the alley flashed through your mind and you straightened your shoulders a little bit.

“Did you want to come to my room and shower? You can stay the night if you want.” You offered, something about being so sleepy making you brave.

“No he can’t.” Leonard’s voice sounded behind you as he walked by, a tray in hand, and disappeared into a patient’s room.

“Yes you can.  If you want to, I mean.” You corrected, throwing a glare in Leonard’s direction before turning back to Pavel.

“I, yes, I would like that, but I thought… well… I thought maybe…” He trailed off.

“You thought what?” You questioned and stepped forwards.

“That maybe you do not like me?  Because I got us in trouble, I got you injured.”

You shook your head, your heavy eyelids nearly forcing your eyes shut, “I like you, Pavel.  I kissed you, remember?”

He dropped his hands to his side and gazed innocently at you, “I remember.  I just thought maybe that was just so we could escape.  I deed not know if eet meant anything.”

“That was part of it, but I do like you, Pavel.  More than I thought I would, to be honest with you.” You cursed your exhausted brain for not filtering your words, “I don’t just go around kissing people, even if it is a life or death situation.” You took a breath, “Question is, do you like me back?”

You stared into his soft grey eyes for what seemed like an eternity, and you were about to turn and walk away, hurt, but then he nodded.  Just the slightest inclination of his head, but it was accompanied by a furious reddening of his cheeks and you knew what your answer was.

“Come on, you need a shower, you look like you’ve been wrestling a donkey on a dusty road.  And I’m about to fall asleep standing up, so let’s go.” You extended your hand towards him, palm up.  “Pavel, come to bed with me.”

He looked at it for a second before meeting your eyes.

“Do you trust me?” You teased and finally a smile reached his lips.

His fingers, warm and soft, entwined with yours and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

A gentle feeling of safety washed over you as you walked together back to your room, and you realized that despite everything, despite your past, you trusted him. 

-Thanks for reading!  I hope you liked it!-

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[averil-of-fairlea]

Requiem

Continuation of “Override”

Part of the “Nocturne” series

Incorporating this from @thefandomimagine: “Imagine McCoy having to call your death” 

From this series: Nocturne || Shipmate || Inflection || Override || thanks to @heilith for the Russian song suggestion and translation

Your override worked.

Not one alert went off, and the replacement data you put in to hide your deteriorating physical and mental conditions stuck.

“Hm. There’s not as much going on as I thought,” he muttered when the diagnostic was complete.

There was arthritis in your joints, signs of cataracts, and a handful of other issues he promised to address immediately.

But you begged him for some time with Chekov and to get in a few more Vulcan lessons with Spock. McCoy grunted with disapproval, but he agreed, pushing a small smile onto his stern, pursed lips.

You kissed his cheek, thanked him for all his concern, and practically left medical bay skipping as you celebrated pulling off your underhanded plan.

But in the end, human nature started to give you away.

When one has the privilege - or curse, depending on the situation - of knowing the end is near, closure becomes a priority.

Every time you dined with Chekov, you did more cuddling than eating. You told him you loved him in the middle of a conversation, completely out of the blue. And before you parted every night, you asked him to sing a little of a favorite song you knew from a long time ago, “дай мне знатьa” - “Let Me Know” - that fortunately he knew and loved as well.

♪  Let me know Where I should go Let me know When I will see the light Let me know. I’ll wait forever, so Let me know The years will pass me by ♪

The words were the only thing that could bring you back to him when your lengthy memory lapses and confusion left you expressionless, your eyes dull, your mouth slack.

“Will you sing that when it’s my time?” you asked, when you were yourself again.

Chekov frowned. “Your time to what, kotjenka? Do you mean…?”

“Uh…nothing. Never mind.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? Do you want me to tell the doctor what’s been happening?”

“No, Pasha, it’s fine. He said this is normal for someone who’s been through everything I have,” you assured him.

Well, it wasn’t entirely a lie.

For McCoy, the real indication that something strange was going on came when you finally asked the doctor to show you your parents’ video journals, detailing all their attempts to pull you out of their “Nocturne” cryo-sleep.

You had adamantly refused to view them for months.

“Why now?” he asked, automatically suspicious.

“I just think it’s time,” you answered.

He did as you asked, bringing up the footage on a monitor in the back of medical bay, in a small, semi-private nook.

It was a good thing he decided to stay with you, standing behind you as you got started, because nothing could have prepared you for the shock of seeing your parents’ faces for the first time in two centuries.

A deep, soul-shattering sob spilled from your mouth, and your face twisted into a pained grimace when they appeared on screen. McCoy put his hand on your shoulder and held on tight, not saying a word, and yet saying everything you needed to hear, through touch.

You stared at the perfectly clear images of your mother and father, and grazed your fingers against the screen, swearing you could feel the contours and texture of their skin.

But it wasn’t all tenderness and sentiment you felt. As they spoke into the camera, explaining how they'd theorized that their Nocturne project could indefinitely suspend obvious signs of aging - among other things - you gritted your teeth and hurled foul curses at them. At one point, you clawed at the screen, wishing you could damage them somehow, and McCoy had to pull you back.

You viewed one journal entry after another, 213 in all. After McCoy left, he would pop in at regular intervals to check on you and make you take breaks to eat, drink and sleep. You would visit Chekov, too, finding peace in his loving arms.

Returning to the videos, you watched your parents’ reaction to your gloomy circumstances swing from curiosity to confusion to nervousness to panic to sorrow to madness as they tried and failed to reawaken their child.

They feared that any outside help would end up killing you, so they kept you in their lab, truly believing they could bring you out.

“We just need more time.” They always said that, in every video entry.

But the more time went on, the more fragile their mental state, and the more reckless their efforts to revive you became - so much so that they ended up plunging you deeper into your forced slumber.

It was the final straw.

In the last video, her face drawn and eyes bloodshot, your mother rattled on incoherently about a plan to save you.

“You’ll be in a sort of time capsule." That was the first understandable thing you could gather of her nonsense.

“We don’t know about that! We don’t know about that!” your father rumbled in the background, pacing wildly, his eyes large and dazed. “We don’t know if it will work, it’s not certain.. We just don’t know!”

He sounded like an absolute madman.

Then your mother added, “We’re going to try to send you to spa-” She stopped when your father glared at her. That was the second set of words you could make out from her rambling.

The third set was this: “I love you.” 

Your father said how sorry they both were, and then they shut the camera off. 

That was it.

“Kid?” McCoy called, hearing a thud in the back.

He dashed over to you and found you sprawled on the floor, barely breathing.

In a rush, McCoy carried you to the same bed where your lengthy diagnostic took place and ran a fast assessment, which revealed myriad advanced complications, including heart failure.

You were slipping, fast. Too fast. Even with all the advanced medicine and technology at his disposal, he was losing you.

“Don’t do this,” McCoy pleaded, even as the monitor displayed your rapid organ failure.

At twenty-two hundred hours, he sorrowfully called your death. 

As soon as he did, though, something happened.

I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go…

With a sudden lurch, your body violently reawakened, your weak heart pounding erratically against your chest.

McCoy had barely gotten over the utter shock of your revitalization when he decided to act on a hunch.

After stabilizing you, he ordered his assistants to run a complete computer analysis to find any anomalies, no matter how small, in your diagnostic.

It was indeed small, but they found something:  It seems you keyed in his authorization codes much, much faster than he normally did. 

It wasn’t enough to set off any alarms, but it was noted.

At last, your override had been discovered.

“Bones, you know what the answer is.”

As the Capt. Kirk and McCoy stood in the same spot where you’d collapsed, Kirk thought his words weren’t getting through. He’d said the same thing at least four different times, and McCoy just kept his contemplative stance, with one arm wrapped in front of his waist and the other bent against it, a fist to his mouth.

“Dammit Jim, she doesn’t want that. I already told you what she went through to hide how sick she is.”

“Listen, from what you’ve told me, I think she just doesn’t want anything temporary. She doesn’t want a bandage, she wants to be whole. This will do it! And after she’s better, we can talk about what’s next. She has everything to live for, including you. Maybe make her a real member of this crew….”

“After what she pulled?” McCoy’s anger over your stunt and fear over possibility of losing you was plastered all over his face and in steeped in his voice.

“She didn’t put us in any danger. If anything, it showed us how smart she is and how you’ve got to put a few more security protocols in place.” Kirk took a deep breath. “Besides, you didn’t see her do it, and neither did I. If it makes you feel better, she won’t be allowed to assist you anymore. How’s that?”

McCoy thought on it another moment, his forehead wrinkled, and glanced over at you in your sedated state. While an assistant checked your readings, a very worried-looking Chekov was standing nearby, and McCoy could tell he was softly singing the song he always crooned around you.

It was a very nice song. But if it was some sort of requiem, McCoy didn’t want to hear it again.

He turned to Kirk.

“I’ll do it.”

All at once, alarms sounded, and McCoy raced to your side.

Capt. Kirk emerged from the nook as the medical team worked on you, and pulled on the distraught Chekov’s arm to guide him quickly out.  

Every available antidote was used to bring you back, before McCoy ordered Kirk’s ‘answer’: Khan’s blood.

His assistants looked at him questionably, but followed the directive, quickly getting everything in place to start the transfusion.

Once it was underway, and after several failed efforts to pull you out of your sedation, McCoy asked everyone to leave.

“Kid, I’m trying to save you - really save you, in a long-lasting way. And not just for you, but for me. I know that sounds selfish, but you know why, don’t you? You know I think of you as my own. I didn’t have anything to do with making you, but I sure as hell feel like you’re my daughter. I want you to live the life you are supposed to live, the life you were denied.”

“I never told you this, but when we found you in that goddamned awful capsule, there was a note inside. I didn’t think you’d want to see it, so I didn’t show it to you. But it only had two words: ‘Wake Her.’ Your parents wrote that, and I did it. It’s not time for you to sleep again. Not yet.”

“I told you many months ago that you would be fine. I want to keep making that real for you. We all do - Capt. Kirk, Spock, Chekov, everyone. What I’m doing isn’t temporary; it isn’t an override. You’ll live, and you’ll be fine, just like I said you would, if you would just wake up.”

Both hands clasped around your right hand, he stared at your intertwined fingers.

“Please. Wake up, daughter.”

There was a long moment of silence. McCoy didn’t dare look at any readings or even at your face. He just kept begging you to wake up. 

“I’m up, I’m up.”

McCoy lifted his head, and through your filmy vision, you saw his glassy eyes gaze at you in awe as his lips curved into a gentle, grateful smile.

He brought a hand to the top of your head and stroked your hair.

“You’re pissed at me for saving you, aren’t you?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Grateful. You should be pissed at me.”

He smiled wider. “All right. You’re grounded.”

You actually managed to laugh a little. Then you stopped and looked at him with complete admiration. 

You saw in him everything your own parents were not able to be for you, and you were able to forgive them, for everything.

And in the doctor’s eyes, you saw who your new family was.

“I’m a little old for grounding,” you said.

He sighed. “Forget the punishment. Just promise me you’ll be fine.” 

You squeezed his hand, and nodded.

“I’ll be fine…Father.“

[taborrvaldorn]

sad chekov/reader thing loosely(ish) based on this (x)

I had a bad feeling about the away mission from the second the Captain announced it. Everyone was aware the planet was toxic, the natives hostile. Everyone was perfectly cognizant of the risk involved. And, try as I might, there was no deterring Pavel when he decided to accept the invitation to go along.

So I waited back on the Enterprise, feeling foolish and helpless and overrun with worry. I felt like a woman in the war era of the early 20th century, waiting at home as her lover went off to fight the noble battle. Sometimes those lovers never returned, and I wasn’t too keen on the possibility that it could happen to me as well. It wasn’t unheard of for people to never return from away missions.

The crew arrived back an hour later, and I didn’t even check in with my reporting officer as I sprinted from my station, making my way as fast as humanly possible to the transporter room. Already the team was being loaded out of the room, a limp body propped up between several sets of arms, a lifeless hand hanging down towards the floor, blood stained curls sticking to his pale skin.

“Pavel!” the name comes out choked and strained from my mouth as I fight my way to him. Strong arms pull me away, restraining me, too tight from me to break away from. I watch through tear-stained eyes as he’s carried away, around the corner, and out of sight. “Is he going to be alright?” I ask desperately, looking to the security officers on either side of me. Their expressions were grim, lips pursed in tight lines as if they had no good news they could share with me. As I fall silent, their grasps around my arms release, and I feel as though the weight of the world was now pressing on me. My steps were robotic, automatic, taking me towards the only place on the ship I yearned and dreaded to go: the Med Bay. McCoy was a good man, and a very good doctor. If there was anyone in the world I trusted to fix up my Pasha, it would be him. The hope kept my spirit aloft, for a limited time. Whatever cruelly small amount of optimism I’d been given seemed to disappear as soon as I’d obtained it.

I didn’t know if my journey to the Med Bay was more of a pilgrimage of faith or comparable to a sheep being led to slaughter. The two feelings of courage and hopelessness battled inside of me. I’d only seen a glimpse of Pavel as they’d taken him away; perhaps I’d misjudged how bad his injuries were. Perhaps the security officers knew even less than I did about the accident. Of course, there was always the chance that the situation was far worse than I could have imagined. Even now he could be bleeding out on his cot, the colour draining from his face, the light leaving his eyes.

“Stop it,” I mutter to myself, shaking my head, clearing the thoughts from my mind. “You’ve got to believe he’s going to be alright. You’ve got to believe that he’ll make it through whatever’s happened to him.” My self-pep talk doesn’t seem to be doing much help as I feel a warm tear slide down my cheek, dripping off the edge of my chin. It is fortunate there’s nobody in the hallway, because I’m not sure how long I’d be able to keep my composure if someone was approaching from the opposite direction. I felt weak, not just in the way my knees seemed to knock together as I walked, but weak as if I was a child again, watching horrors unfold before me, unable to stop anything, unable to stand up for myself and those that I loved.

I truly did love Pavel Chekov, and not in the flighty, air-headed young adult way most people seemed to love when they were my age. I’d never met anyone quite like Chekov, smart and optimistic, funny and endearing. He had an uncanny way of finding the best of everything, of everyone. He was quick to make jokes, even in dire situations (no matter how bad they were). He had a mischievous streak, though it seemed to be a bit more repressed since he’d been upgraded to a Junior Lieutenant. Barely 20 years old, Chekov was already working his way up in the world. If there was anybody in the entire universe that I knew deserved a full life, it was him.

The thoughts did little to calm me as I walked through the doors of the Med Bay. It was mostly empty, except for a small group gathered in the back corner, discussing amongst themselves what only could have been important business. I slipped in, walking silently, trying my best not to sniffle as I headed towards the only occupied bed in the unit. His injuries far surpassed my imagination. Though he’d been cleaned up a bit since my first glimpse at him, Pavel was in much worse shape than I had anticipated.

A large cut spanned across his face, crossing from the middle of his left cheek, over his left eye, to the top right corner of his forehead. Someone had quickly bandaged him up, doing their best to wipe away dried blood, but there was too much to get rid of in a short amount of time. His curls were plastered with dark, brown-red blood, and as I got closer, I leaned in, my fingers gracing them. They were hard and crusted to the touch, not at all like the times I’d run my fingers through Pavel’s hair countless occasions before. My eyes travelled down from his face to the rest of him. His yellow command shirt was torn and bloodied as well, smeared with dirt. His left arm lay at a strange angle, as if it were mangled beyond use. I held back a sob at the mere sight of him. He looked so fragile, so broken. If I felt helpless before, the feeling was multiplied exponentially now.

I didn’t expect him to regain consciousness anytime soon, but I was proved wrong as his right eye fluttered open, squinting up at me. Perhaps he’d felt my hand in his hair, or he’d heard me approach. Perhaps he’d never been unconscious and every moment of his injuries was now engrained in his mind. I couldn’t help but pity him. The pain he must’ve felt…

All of my worries and preoccupations disappeared as he smiled up at me. It was a lopsided grin, encumbered by the bandage that covered half of his face, but it was genuine nonetheless. “It is very good to see you,” he mutters to me. His voice is weak, and strained, but the smile is still there. I’ve known Pavel to be a fighter for a long time now, but even he surpassed my expectations now. I take his uninjured hand in my, running my thumb over his knuckles, which were crusted with blood like the rest of him. He looked up at me, and I saw a millions feelings run through him in the span of a few seconds. He was so scared, and in so much pain, but his optimism, wherever it came from, seemed to beat through the agony, and for the most part, it was all that was present on his face.

“It’s good to see you, too,” I finally mutter back. My throat is tight with the tears that threaten to fall. This is it. This was the end of the boy I’d known for almost 2 years. This was the end of us, our trust, and our love, and our devotion. This was it. This would have to be our goodbye, because no matter how optimistic Pavel attempted to look, we both knew he wouldn’t last out for very long. “Are- are you in a lot of pain?”

He shakes his head, but I’m not sure if he’s lying just to make me feel better. “Nyet. Dr. McCoy is very good at keeping his patients comfortable.” He squeezes my hand and his smile grows. “Of course, having you here helps.”

“I’ll stay here as long as you need me,” I promise without hesitation. I know it’s true, and judging by the somber half-smile on his face, so does he. I settle onto the side of the biobed, and Pavel does his best to scoot over, giving me a bit more room. I lay down next to him, not completely on the bed as my legs dangle off the side, but face to face with him, as close as we could possibly be in the moment. From this proximity, it’s impossible not to make out the details of his face.

The bandages look rough and coarse, and they dig into the bridge of his nose and his jawline. His lips, like everything else, are caked in blood, but I lean forward a little bit and kiss them anyway. His breathing is slow, but ragged. It sounds almost as if he had something caught in his lungs, like taking a breath was getting increasingly more difficult as each second passed by. Little cuts and scrapes littered his skin everywhere I could see, and for the first time I actually wondered what could’ve possibly happened down there to result in such destruction, such pain, such agony. Surely no one deserved this, especially not Pavel. He smiles at me as I lean away, completely unaware of my thoughts, and his visible eye still twinkles with his mischievous light. He might have been bruised and battered and broken, but he was still my Pavel. My beautiful, impish Pavel.

I’m not sure how long we lie there; time seems to pass differently in the medical bay than it does throughout the rest of the ship. Pasha had just begun to drift off into a light sleep, his eyelid drooping with every slurred word he tried to form, when Dr. McCoy arrived at his bedside, putting a light but firm hand on my shoulder. I sit up, drowsy and pained, but I understand the look in Dr. McCoy’s eyes. It’s time to leave for the night. Looking back down at Pavel, I try my best not to let a tear fall. He needed me to be strong now that was the least I could do. I squeeze his hand lightly, leaning down once more as I kiss him, lingering for only a second as I hear his soft words as they grace my cheek. I love you. It seemed to mean more than the three words could possibly convey. But mostly, to me, it seemed like a goodbye. I don’t hesitate as I meet his eye and whisper the words back to him. Though McCoy hovered just behind me, the moment couldn’t have felt more private. I watch him even as I’m ushered out of the Medical Bay, waving weakly at him from the doorway. It isn’t until I know I’m out of sight that I crumple to the floor, tears coming in waves that hit me like an angry ocean slamming into a rocky shore.

I’d felt a lot of pain before. I’d felt agony. I’d felt despair. I’d felt terror and horror and fear.

But this, this was the worst feeling I could think of. After everything we’d been through, after our trials and our tests, after giving my life for this boy, it didn’t seem fair that he could be ripped away from me so easily. It was as if the universe had suddenly decided that there wasn’t enough turmoil for everyone and had attacked Pavel as a result.

It was a miracle I could sleep that night. My eyes were raw with tears, and my throat seemed to close up to the point that my sobs were little more than strangled gasps of breath. I ached all over, as if the grief I felt for Pavel Chekov was a physical one, and my entire body was wracked with it. I did not bother even checking in at my position the following morning. My sector leader would understand. My boots slammed against the floors of the hallways as I sprinted back to the Medical Bay. This task was far more important than anything my job could possibly ask me to do.

I’m breathless and sweaty and tired as I run into the Medical Bay. I didn’t even have a specific idea of what I was going to say to him, I just knew that I had to say goodbye, one last time. Even the universe with its multitude of cruelties could at least allow me that, couldn’t it?

As I watch Dr. McCoy zip up a black body bag as Nurse Chapel records the time of death on her PADD, I realize that the universe can, and will, be as cruel as it sees fit. If there is a perceived imbalance in the world, the forces of nature do their best to right that “wrong”. And nothing, not love, or loss, or desperation, can ever stop it.

[whatif-animagineblog]

A/N: I’M BACK BITCHES.....was...was that too much? I’m sorry. But I am, getting my mojo back....slowly....with a story that isn’t on my request list......yeah...but hey this is something and I love Pavel Chekov, look at this cutie. And this fits in with @outside-the-government Trekfest for Chekov’s week!!

Additional Note: I know you can’t make helium, but they are in the future. And it’s pseudo-science. Deal with it.

Additional note pt2 : Shout out for @frostedej for giving me inspiration by sending me this idea “Not a request...just imagine trolling the hell out of the others with Chekov via helium.” Thank you, because I think I got my creative juices flowing again because of this.

Summary: Pavel Chekov is an overachiever and goes to great lengths to get you a fun birthday gift.

Warnings: None, just fluff

Paring: Chekov/ Reader

Word Count: 1180

You felt a gentle pair of hands land on your shoulders while you were in the midst of a conversation. You tilted your head up towards the person behind you, receiving a gentle kiss on your cheek. “Happy Birthday,” the heavily accented voice drifted into your ears. “I didn’t see you this morning, would’ve wished you then.”

You turned fully from the person who you were talking to, not they minded everyone on the ship was rooting for the youngest couple on the ship. They all thought you were adorable, more importantly, they were just glad to see Pavel hang on to a girl for once. “I know but Hikaru called me into the botany lab, Alexander was apparently wilting. He’s alright though.”

Pavel laughed, his grin spreading wider, “Hikaru or the plant?”

“Both,” you laughed back. “Are you off shift?” You asked putting a hand on his arm.

He nodded, “That’s why I came to get you. I have a surprise for you in my quarters.”

“Oh no,” You laughed as he pulled you up. “The last surprise you had for me singed your curls,” you teased gently pulling at the spiraling strands.  

“Okay, yes, that was a mistake! I’ll be the first to admit it. But this! This is, dare I say, my best work.” You laughed, waving to your friend as Pavel pulled you along. You darted down the halls, receiving strange looks and shaking heads as you passed. He stopped you at his door placing his hands on your shoulders. “Close your eyes.”

“What,” you stuttered looking at him sharing his grin. “Come on Pash, just show me!”

“No, it’s a surprise! Close your eyes,” you sighed complying, but Pavel stepped behind you placing a hand over your eyes as he typed in his code. You reached up and wrapped your hands around his forearm, as you pushed your back into his warm chest.

“I like this, is this the surprise,” you teased as he pushed you forward into the room.

“Nyet,” he sighed wistfully before leaning down to put his lips next to your ear, “That comes later.” He took his free hand and wrapped it around your waist, while his warm breath brushed your face. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before speaking, “Ready?”

You nodded eagerly and he pulled away the hand from your eyes. As you blinked against the light, his surprise came into view. About a hundred, maybe more, balloons of all colors nestled against the ceiling. “Oh my God. Pavel,” you whirled around to face him and he was just grinning with his arms open. You stepped in them hugging him tightly, of course, he reciprocated, kissing your head as you hugged. “How, how did you manage this? I thought we didn’t have helium on the Enterprise!?”

“We don’t. Well didn’t until I might have synthesized some.”

You looked at him critically, “How the hell did you get access to the labs to do this for me,” you asked pulling a balloon down and holding it in your hands.

“We anyone will let the sweet, knowledge chasing whiz kid shadow them if he shows interest.” Pavel shrugged headed to sit on his bed. “And Doctor Helson thought it was endearing that I found an interest in chemistry, even more, endearing when I just wanted to make a nice gift for my girlfriend.”

You gasped at him, “Pavel Chekov are you using Doctor Helson just to get me balloons!? That’s,” he raised his hand to quiet you as he laughed.

“Neyt, Neyt,” he cried waving his hands out in defense. “I’m loving chemistry! Loved it in the Academy! This is a wonderful plus.”

“How long have you been shadowing Doctor Helson, Pavel? I know her, she doesn’t let just anyone waltz in and out of her labs.” You asked reaching out to play with his curls.

“How long have we been dating? Almost a year? Yeah, about a year or so.” You stared at him in surprise, amazed he would do such a thing for you.  You two fell silent for a minute, your hands gently combing through the thick tuft of hair as he hummed in appreciation.

“This is an amazing birthday gift. Thank you,” you kissed his cheek gently.  Lowering yourself into his lap to sit. “I didn’t realize you were paying attention when I said I loved balloons. In fact, I was drunk, we were at that security party right? We weren’t dating Pav.”

Pavel blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. He shrugged saying, “Well, I’ve liked you a really a long time. And well,” he started to flounder only muttering ‘ums’ and ‘uhs’

“Stop, I know it. I love you too.” You stood up and grabbed a balloon and handed it to him. “Wanna suck some helium? I want to hear that adorable accent all squeaky.”

Pavel looked at the balloon then you, slowly he took into his hands, “Alright,” Pavel untied the balloon holding it tightly. Gently bringing the balloon to his lips, inhaling deeply before he opened his mouth again. His voice pitched up high, “My name is Ensign Pavel Chekov, nawigator of t-the,” Pavel started laughing about the same time you did, laughing even harder at the sound of his usually raspy laugh sounding so squeaky. “The United Starship Enterprise.”  His voice returning to normal near the end.

You two spent the next 15 minutes or so sucking the helium out of several balloons, laughing to the point of tears, clutching onto one another as you fell back on the bed. Gasping for air, you looked into those charming gray eyes, no words needed to be exchanged, you both could read the expression perfectly.  But you felt a need to anyway, “I love you, Pavel Chekov.”

“I love you too. Happy birthday,” He leaned over the small distance capturing your lips in his.

Pavel chuckled as you chased his lips when he pulled away, “say it again,” you instructed.

“I love you.”

You shook your head, ”With the helium.”

Pavel rolled his eyes and stood to reach for a balloon. As he breathed in his communicator on his wall beeped and the Captain’s voice rang through the small space. “Kirk to Chekov” Without any thought he rushed over to respond, what Kirk next was a very high and unfamiliar voice and then hysterical laughing in the background. “Pavel is that you?”

“Y-Yes!,” Pavel gasped as he tried to clear the gas from his vocal cords. “Yes, sir! It’s me I’m just with,” he started to explain.

“I know who you are with, I can hear her laughing. Anyway, I need you to confirm a few routes we need to take. Please read through and sign off as soon as possible.”

“Yes sir, no problem,” Pavel confirmed.

“Thank you, Mr. Chekov. Oh and tell Y/N happy birthday for me. Have a good evening you two.”

Pavel laughed as he looked towards you, eyes filled with indescribable love and passion. “I don’t know if we could have any other night, sir.”

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Brighter than the sun (Part 5/?)

This one ist just a little filler and it’s actually not long and with not much happening. But anyway - let me know what you think.

Btw I’m thinking of making a masterpost where to link all the chapters. But I’m looking for some header. Is someone of my readers a little bit creative enough and wants to o some for me? Or does anyone have an idea what I could do for a header?

Here you find the last part.

Warning: nothing

Word count: 1358

Part: 5/?

It was another peaceful day in space. Nearly too peaceful for your taste but that was life on the USS Robinson. It was not really on dangerous missions because it wasn’t actually a battle ship. More was it a discovery ship. You explored parts of the galaxy that was known to be peaceful but hasn’t been fully discovered yet. It’s been now five years since you graduated and set off with the USS Robinson. There wasn’t a day that you regretted to be here outside in space. But you got bored from time to time. Your captain has been a kind man who gave you all the freedom he could to do your job at the side of Lieutenant Grasgo. But since your captain sadly had passed away two years ago things on board changed under the new captain. Sometimes it was difficult for you with him because it happened that Keith became the new captain and both of you still had this sex thing going on. You may have been in love with him over the time at the academy but as your lives started on board things between you began to change. Your feelings had started to change. He’d become just a normal friend to you after seeing him being with nearly with every woman on board. You wanted even to end this thing with him but you never got the change to say so. He made it clear to you that you are his even though you weren’t exclusive. Any attempt to leave him got you into trouble or got you a hit in your face. He was the one who changed the most over the years. While he was a sweet and kind guy at the academy and an asshole from time to time but also a gentleman he now became a full-time asshole who wasn’t kind at all anymore. You didn’t know what changed him so much but you wished that he would get back to his old self.

“Lieutenant (Y/LN/)?” you heard someone calling your name while you tried to focus on the new version of a hologram of the planet you visited lately. You looked up and saw into the face of the Second Commander of your  ship.

“How can I help you, Commander? Is anything wrong?”

“The captain wanted to see you on the bridge.”

“You know the easiest way is to just call me over the communication system of the ship.” You put away you PADD and turned of the hologram station you worked on.

“He wanted me to get you personally. There is a message from Starfleet as far as I know. Something important.” You swallowed. Messages directly from Starfleet to one person specifically was never good. Whether there was something with your parents or they wanted to throw you out. These were the only opportunities that came to your mind. But you hoped it was none of it. So you followed the Commander to the bridge. The thoughts were spinning around while you walked. Lately life hasn’t been good to you so you only expected the bad things now. As you entered the bridge Keith spun around and looking at you but all you could see was Commodore Paris’ face on the screen.

“Captain, Commodore…you wanted to see me?” Keith’s expression wasn’t really friendly or happy at all. You would probably be thrown out of Starfleet.

“Lieutenant (Y/L/N) it’s good to see you. I hope you’re fine. I already informed Captain Rogers about the upcoming change in your working condition.” Commodore Paris said in a calm voice with a little smile on her face. Okay now it was more than clear to you that you would be thrown out. “He isn’t very pleased by it…”

“The hell am I. By all respect Commodore but you take one of my best Lieutenants from me. One of the best Stellar Cartographer from Starfleet.”

“And as I told you that’s the reason I will get her of the ship. The Enterprise needs her more than you do. With Lieutenant Grasgo you have an excellent one already. You don’t need both of them.”

“Than take him. He is also perfect for the Enterprise!”

“Captain Kirk made it clear that he wants the best that’s still young and not as old as Lieutenant Grasgo. And we also think Lieutenant (Y/L/N) would be a perfect match for the Enterprise’s crew.”

You were standing there, hearing what the both of them had to say but the words barely reached you. They didn’t want to throw you out. They just wanted to transfer you to the best ship of the Fleet. The one ship you secretly dreamed of to be on board because it goes to places far far away where no one has been before. You could explore so much more on the Enterprise than here on this ship.

“…(Y/L/N)? Lieutenant (Y/L/N)?” You snapped out of your thoughts while Commodore Paris was saying you name repeatedly.

“I-I’m sorry, ma'am. I was lost in thoughts.” Your eyes looked to hers and you still thought you were dreaming. “You want to transfer me to the Enterprise?”

“Yes! There will be a shuttle ship waiting for you near Exel which will get you here to Yorktown just in time for the Enterprise to arrive here too. We expect you in about 4 days. You should reach Exel by tomorrow morning if you go slow. We’ll see each other in 4 days Lieutenant!” That’s when the connection was cut of. And you still didn’t know what to do or to think about it. You’ll work on the Enterprise. You’ll get away from this boring ship and finally get into adventures.  These were some hell of news to you and you started to grin.

But your grin died as soon as you looked at Keith. He wasn’t pleased by this at all. As he rose from his seat and walked towards you you knew that he wouldn’t be gentle on you tonight. But in all his professionalism he put away his anger for now and smiled a little be as he stood before you.

“I would say that’s one hell of a promotion for you. Congrats (Y/N)! I’m proud of you!” He hugged you tight  as friends to but he said quiet words into your ear which made you shiver. “I expect you tonight in my quarters. You’ll scream my name so you won’t forget it and me.” The he let you go and smiled again at you. “So…you got the rest of the day off to pack your stuff and saying good bye to everyone. You can go, Lieutenant!”

“Thank you, sir!” A little nod from you before you turned around and left the bridge. The realization of what just happened minutes ago rose slowly inside you but it didn’t seemed to get into your head. As you reached your room the first thing you did was sitting down on your bed. So you were transferred on the USS Enterprise within the next days. This was a big step in your career. You’d be on the best ship the Starfleet had. You’d have the opportunity to do such a great work. And you bet that the crew would be the best the Starfleet had. That made you wonder who actually was part of the crew because you knew nothing about it. So you pushed the little button on your night stand.

“Tell me about the crew of the USS Enterprise.” You said and heard a little sound from your computer console at the wall before it started to speak to you.

“The USS Enterprise has 400 crew members. The captain is James Tiberius Kirk, 29 years old…” You didn’t listened anymore after hearing his name. First you thought you misheard it but after asking the computer again it confirmed it. The son of George Kirk was really the captain of the USS Enterprise. The son of your childhood hero was your new captain. That was going to be very interesting.

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Brighter then the sun

Okay it’s been a really long time since I wrote fanfictions at all. But after reading so many soulmate AUs I needed to get my hands on this topic. And therefore I’m back into my huge Star Trek flash (thanks to my upcoming cosplay group - damn I love these guys and I know we’ll be awesome) I wanted to write about it. 

Please let me know if you like it and I’m sorry if my English isn’t correct all the time but it’s only my second language and I’m not perfect at it.

Pairing: Chekov/Reader

Warning: non specific yet

Word Count: 2128

Part: 1/?

When you were just a little child your mother has told you stories of princesses who found their princes and lived happily ever after. You'd loved these stories even though you'd known that they weren't real. But she also told you stories of real people who'd lived life better than any fairy tale. People who said they'd found their soulmates. When you were just a little child you'd believed in these stories even your father had laughed at you and told you on and on that the were just modern fairy tales people had started to tell because they had got tired of the old ones.

When you got older you had started to believe your father. You started to see that people fall in love and also fall out of love. No one said that they'd found their soulmate. Some spoke about their love of their lives but nothing more. You realized the story of finding your soulmate was just another fairy tale your mother told you as bedtime story.

It was when you where 22 years old and you got to accepted to the Starfleet Academy you completely forgot all the bedtime stories your mother been telling you. All that mattered from now on was your career. You wanted to make your father proud who used to be a lieutenant on the USS Kelvin for so many years until it got destroyed. After that your father was forced into a wheelchair unable to walk anymore. He's been telling you all the stories about his trips to other planets, all the fights with Klingons he had, all the lives he rescued during missions. And the great story of George Kirk and how he'd saved over 800 lives. He was a kind of hero for you. Both of them – Kirk and your father. And both of them were the reason why you always wanted to join Starfleet.

Your first year has been a constant up and down for you. Not only that it has been the first time that you have been away from your family all by your own, but you had had to learn how hard it was to become something in life. How to make a dream come true. But never have you been giving up. You may haven't been top of your class but you managed to be at least in the top 10 by the end of the year. You have giving your best but you knew that you could do more so you set yourself the goal that in your second year  you would do more and be in the top 10 all the year and by the end of the year in the top 5.

-

It was the first day of the new year. You were just ready to head out of your room which you shared again with your now best friend when she stormed out of the bathroom and looked at you in panic.

“(Y/N)! Damn it I totally forgot to tell you that you were supposed to be at the meeting with the newbies! Commander Wise asked me yesterday to inform you that you and Keith are supposed to introduce you personally as their guides and personal point of contact if they have any problems! But I totally forgot!” Her face turned red and she looked at the floor for a second. “You should meet him at 0800 in the auditorium! I'm sorry (Y/N), I shou-”

With a shake of your head you interrupted her. “Don't worry Hannah! I was with Keith yesterday when he was told to be there today....so I already know. That's why I'm up so early and on my way to go.” A relieving laugh came out of Hannah's throat.

“Of course you were with him...should have known. Also by you being already awake and ready. Well...” Another laugh from her and a smile on her lips.

“See you later in class!” You smiled back at her before turning around and leaving the room.

You were never much of a morning person and it was a really short night for you – mostly Keith was the reason why you came just back at one in the morning. Not that you two have been a thing. More like there been a thing between yourselves going on since last year. You were – how do people call it – friends with benefits. He was two years older than you and really handsome. A lot of girls fancied him including yourself. But he has never been someone for a relationship you found that out very quick. But why not at least enjoy the moments you had with him, you would never know if he maybe changes someday.

A quick glance on your timepiece told you that you're more than just in time. If you would walk right to the auditorium you would be early by 10 minutes. Enough time to get you a coffee on your way there. So you took a turn to your left and headed for the cafeteria. By this time there were barely any people. Since there build in some kitchen in the dorm rooms most cadets prefer to have there morning coffees in their rooms along with some quick breakfast than the overpriced cafeteria. Normally you would do it the same way but today was no normal day so you could make an exception. You took a quick sip from your coffee before you started walking straight to the auditorium again.

By the time you arrived you were still 5 minutes early. Enough time to drink the rest of your coffee and prepare yourself for what will come. Your eyes wandered around the room. There were still some seats empty for the new ones but also there were still some getting inside. Seeing their happy and exciting – but also afraid – faces made you thinking of your first day. It was just last year but it felt like you've been here for ages already.

“Do you remember our first day?” you heard a deep male voice asking right behind you.

“How could I forget? You were a pain in my ass right from the start!” you said and turned around to look into the brown eyes of your lover. On his face was a wide grin. Keith Rogers was a very handsome man. He was tall with big shoulders. His hair as brown as chocolate. His eyes just a little bit lighter with this special little yellow ring in the middle. And he was very charming and a gentleman. No wonder that so many girls fell for him. You included. But no girl is really his because he likes to be free and independent like he always says.

“But still you're sleeping with me...so you like this pain in the ass.” His grin got even wider and all you could do is laughing and shaking your head. This guy really got you. Before you could say anything you saw Commander Wise turning around the corner and coming to you.

“Good morning, Commander Wise!” you greeted him and saluted. Keith did immediately the same.

“Good morning Cadets! Exciting day today!” He looked around like you did some minutes ago. “This years we have some excellent new cadets who will join us.” His eyes wandered through the rows of seats like they were searching for something specific. “I will welcome them. Tell them about their upcoming years here. Showing them everything you got last year. Then I will introduce you two to them. You will give them a little tour across our facility afterwards. Answering as many of their questions as you can. Then you will lead them back to here and leave for your classes.” He turned around to watch both of you closely. “You understand?”

“Yes sir!” both of you said simultaneously. He nodded at you and turned around again to step forward and started to speaking. You listened keenly to his words while you tried to keep you eyes on him. But you couldn't help to watch the newbies listening. Well at least most of them. There was a certain blond guy you seemed t be more interested in the girl in his front than anything that Commander Wise was saying. You couldn't help but wondered why he looked so familiar to you. It seemed like you'd known this guy before but you couldn't remember where from. There wasn't more time to thing about it as you heard the Commander saying Keith's and your names and asking you to step forward. You felt so many eyes on you that you started to feel a little bit embarrassed. It was always difficult for you to be the center of anything and at the moment he spots were all on you.

After the Commander said another few words he send you off to the little campus tour. You split into two groups to make it easier  to show them around and went in the opposite directions. You tried to keep every face in your group in mind so you wouldn't lose anyone. One person caught immediately your eyes. It was this pretty guy who wasn't paying much attention on Commander Wise but who's eyes were staring curiously in your direction. He wasn't checking you out like he did previously with the girl but he looked like he tried to remember you. Did you'd met before? You couldn't recall his face completely neither his name. But you had a tour to guide so you but this thought by side.

“Okay guys. I'm (Y/N)(Y/L/N)! Like Commander Wise already told you I just started my second year. Last year I was in the same position as you're now. Don't want to scare you already...but I want to be honest to you....your first year will be more than just a hard ride. Believe me social life will be something you will forget. If you want to get the best results at least. But okay...come on I'll show you around!” You turned around and started your little tour. And as the Commander had wished you answered as many questions as possible and as much as you knew.

It was nearly the end of the tour when you got together again with Keith and his group and another person caught your eye. He was smaller than anybody else and seemed also so much younger.

“Keith? Who is that boy there in the back? He is just a kid....” Keith turned around to look at him too before he looked back to you.

“Dunno his name....but he seems like he is a kinda genius...the kid knows a lot....guess he is like...12 or so. Don't care!” With a shrug of his shoulders he kept walking back to the auditorium. Of course he didn't care. But you were very curious about this kid. It was not often that the academy accepted young boys like him. He must have been someone really genius – or his parents were like super rich and gave Starfleet so much money so they would take him in for at least a basic training and an easy job in the end. Maybe you could find out more over the time about him. And also about this other guy who was flirting again with an Orion girl. Seemed like he was more interested in girls than anything other that has to do with the Starfleet. Maybe you wouldn't have to find out anything about him because he would leave faster than one of these Ardanian gerbils could even run.

Commander Wise and a woman you haven't seen before were already waiting for you. They took the group gladly over and thanked you for your work before sending you back to your classes.

“It was fun showing them around. Way better than we had! And damn some of the girls are really hot!” laughed Keith while you were walking to the classrooms. Even though you got already used to it it still hurt a little hear him talking about other girls. But you wouldn't show it.

“It was really fun. And I think some of them could really become someone big.” The rest of the way you walked in silence before you needed to part. “See you later at the gym lesson I guess.”

He nodded. “Unless you want to spend the little breaks between the lessons with something better than talking to others.” There it was again. His wide and bright grin. But he made you laugh and hit his chest.

“Not today tiger...gotta catch up with everyone....see ya!” So you turned around an walked down the hallway to your class.

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Prompt: So I was wondering if you could do some fluff with Spock or Pavel x chubby reader? And I love your blog. 🖤 For Anon

Warning: poor self-image

Pairing: Chekov/Reader

A/N: Not much to say other than if you feel insecure just remember that you are beautiful, you are handsome, you are perfect the way you are. Don’t let people tell you otherwise. Also, I did make the reader female, if you want a male one to a similar effect, tell me.

Word Count: 620

You sighed as you checked the mirror. You stared where your body curved and bulged. How Pavel could love you when you looked like this was a mystery. As soon as that thought passed he strolled in, yanking off his shirt. “Hey,” he chimed. When you didn’t respond he turned towards you. “Y/N?”

“Am I attractive,” was the honest whisper left your mouth.

“Of course, you are!” He walked up behind you wrapping his arms around you resting his chin on your shoulder. “Vhere is this coming from?”

“I don’t know, I just feel fat. I am fat.” You squeezed your midsection sadly.

“I don’t zink that. You are beautiful. So beautiful.” He nuzzled your neck smiling as he peeked at you.

“You aren’t embarrassed?”

“By you? Never. You remember the three-year anniwersary dance at that starbase? And that green dress you vore?” You looked at his reflection making eye contact with his honest blue eyes. “I do.”

“What about it,” you asked.

“It was green, and hugged you beautifully, every curve, every edge. I looked at you like you were a goddess. You were so beautiful, and I felt so lucky. So, so lucky that you were mine. Even the Captain was jealous of me!”

“You really thought that,” You looked at him and he kissed you gently, nose bumping yours.

“And more. I wanted to dance with you all night.” You nodded looking at yourself, your eyes traveled to your thighs and sighed, eyeing the stretch marks. Pavel clued in and lowered himself to his knees, looking up at you. “I love your legs. The are so beautiful, and strong,” He kissed the flesh allowing his hands to travel up and down stroking.

“But they are so big, and the stretch marks Pavel. How can you be attracted to that,” you spat, feeling pure disdain

“How could I not,” He grinned, leaning back to get a look at you. “Don’t you know vhy they call the thunder thighs?” You began to protest, but Pavel stopped you grinning like a madman. “Because they are blessed by the old earth god Thor! That is vhy stretch marks look like lighting! So, all shall know that you are powerful and made in his image and should be vorshiped.” You began to laugh as he kissed your thighs and legs. “And I get the honor of worshipping you, and seeing the blessed thighs!”

“How do you explain the rest of my stretch marks smart guy,” You teased, feeling a little better about the situation.

“Ah, that is simple! You were gifted and blessed so much by Thor, that your thighs can’t hold it all! You are a thunder goddess!” He hugged you again, kissing all over your face.

“Thank you, I do feel a little better, but I just feel fat, you know?”

“Well, my lowe, if you feel this vay. You can alvays talk to Doktor McCoy. He’d help you find a diet and exercise regimen that vill help. I’ll help you. Vhatever you vant I’m going to help you. Promise.”

You smiled and held him tight, even though you didn’t feel completely comfortable, you felt happier, looking at you and Pavel in the mirror. “We are cute,” you smiled looking at him. “You are wonderful, thank you, Pav.”

“Vant to vatch old earth movies and cuddle? I’m off duty tomorrow, ve can stay up all night!” You smiled as you moved to grab an old t-shirt. “No,” he protested as he pulled you towards the bed. “Like this. You and me, just us under the covers vith old movies.”

You climbed in next to him nestling in under the covers and into Pavel’s side as he selected the movie.

Tags: @outside-the-government @feelmyroarrrr @answer-the-sirens @imaginenterprise

[whatif-animagineblog]

Summary: After you get shooed out of Sickbay, Chekov give you your overdue check-up. 

Warnings: Smut. strong language. Smut...SMUT.

Pairings: Chekov/Fem!Reader

A/N: smut....so I can’t tell you not to read if you are under 18, but you HAVE been warned. ALSO this is Part 3 of the Getting Caught Making out w/ Chekov so here is PART 1 and PART 2

Word Count: 1235

Chekov was leading you down the hall, fairly fast, but you just followed. He hastily put in the room code and pulled you in behind him. As soon as the door closed you were up against it, with his hands gripping your face and his lips molding against yours. You wrapped your hands around his wrists, pushing into the desperate hungry kiss. You tongues pressed against each other taking in the memorable taste.He pulled back to look at you, his eyes were dark, hungry with desire and dripping with love. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too,” you hummed as he pressed himself harder against you.

“You know, I know a certain crewmember who happens to be desperately overdue for her check-up.” Pavel moved his hand down to span across your stomach. It continued down to start pushing up your dress. He pulled the hem to sit up around your waist as his hand slipped into your panties.

“Shouldn’t you be getting the check-up? I’m the medical professional.” You gasped when his pointer finger rolled around your clit. You pushed your head against the door, giving Pavel all the access he needed to your neck.

“Ah, you would think that. But. I had my routine today.” He kissed, and scraped his teeth against your pulse point.  “You are far overdue,” he continued his ministrations, moving his hand further down, his thumb now pressing against the small bundle of nerves.

“M-Maybe I should go see Dr. McCoy,” you teased. Pavel moved his other hand to the zipper of your dress, slowly moving it down. You pulled your arms out leaving the fabric around your midriff.  

“Oh no,”Pavel whispered hotly. “You need someone who knows the wonders of your anatomy.” He pushed in two fingers into your damp pussy. You gasped and bit down on his clothed shoulder as he found your G-spot instantly, “And I happen to be an expert in you.”

“Oh god, Pavel,” you moaned out. He worked his fingers in and out as you melted into his hands. Slowly Pavel knelt down and eased your legs open, and his fingers hooked around the now soaked undies to pull them down your legs. You watched him toss them aside, winking at you as he disappears between the sensitive flesh. You take deep breaths through your nose as he lifts one leg up on his shoulder to give himself better access. He moved arm opposite of the one that had your leg resting on it to cup one of your clothed breast. Massaging, getting in a steady,  making your nippled stiffen. Pavel wasted no time working the small nub between his fingers making you groan in appreciation.

As soon as his closed lips touch your wet folds your hands were in the curly, untamable hair. You gasped as his tongue flicked over you clit for the first time in over a month, sending electricity through your skin. You accidentally pulled a little too hard on the locks and he pulls away looking up at you. Those blue eyes boring into you.

“What are you doing,” You panted, wanting that friction back.

“Say my name,” he growls his voice deep and husky. That accent becoming so thick you fear you wouldn’t be able to comprehend.

“Pavel,” You gasped.

“Louder,” He commanded before going back to you, slipping two slender fingers inside of you. He worked hard on you, getting you closer and closer to release. His tongue toying wonderfully with your clit as his fingers found the perfect speed. You pressed his face closer feeling the the curls brush against your thighs. You never wanted this moment to end.

“Pavel,” you cried out. Finally your orgasam bubbled over and you screamed out in pleasure, not caring if people passing could hear.

Pavel stood, wiping off his shirt and pants, giving you a minute to come down from your pleasure. He gently eased you out of your dress all the way, expertly releasing your bra with a skilled hand. You glanced down at him, he was ready, suddenly you were swept up into strong arms, you placed your hands on his face as he kissed you. You reviled in how you tasted on his lips. He laid you like you were a princess on his regulation sheets, easing your head onto his well worn pillow.

You reached for his shoulders as he climbed over you, his eyes never leaving yours. “You okay?” You nodded still murky from the haze of your climax Pavel gently eased himself between your legs, lining himself up to your core. Gently, he pushed his entire length into you. Letting you get adjusted. He stayed like that waiting for your okay, just laying kisses on your sternum between your breast.

“Move, please Pav, you gotta,” you groaned out, pushing your head back in the pillows. He did starting the rhythm agonizingly slow, drawing out the sensation. He Lowered himself closer you to his body just over yours. Your wrapped your arms around his shoulders feeling the strong muscles just under the skin. You kissed his collarbone and shoulder, as he kept a steady pace.

“I love you so much,” He mumbled into your skin. He raised himself above you looking into your eyes.

“I love you too, Pav.” You kissed him gently before adding, “Can you pick up the pace?” He obliged rocking his hips harder and faster into you. His lips pressing back against yours, as you struggled to make a coherent thought.  “Oh, fuck!” You felt him pulled out almost completely before pressing back in. This caused your nails to dig into his back, you sure you broke skin, when he growled in your ear.

“Please, please tell me you are close,” He groaned as his hip movement became more erratic as he was nearing orgasm. You nodded, breathless, as the pleasure was becoming too much to bare. Pavel slipped a hand between the two of you, his fingers brushing your clit, edging you closer and closer until…

“PAVEL,” you bit down on his shoulder as you felt your walls tighten around him, the pleasure making you almost dizzy. You felt then felt him shudder against you, his hot load filling making you melt into the sheets. He pumped his hips a few more times, both of you riding out your orgasms. He carefully pulled out moving to put his arm under you to pull you close.

You looked into his eyes and you both giggled as his pressed his lips against yours. “Remind me why I ever let you out of this bed,” you teaset as you tucked your head under his chin.

“Because you like it when I have you against the wall.” You smacked his arm playfully, calling his name in a chiding manner. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“Once or twice, you never shut up about it when you are drunk. Or how lucky you are.”

“I am lucky,” he commented running a hand through your hair.

“You feel like dinner,” you asked looking up at him smiling, face still flushed a deep red.

“Are you sure? I already ate out,” he laughed, and you sighed putting your head back on the pillow.

“Pavel”, you groaned as he laughed at his own joke. “So what I’m left out?”

“Well you can always have sausage later. I hear the Russian variety is excellent.”

tags: @outside-the-government @feelmyroarrrr @answer-the-sirens

[whatif-animagineblog]

Prompt: Please please please do a sequel where reader does give Chekov is exam and Chekov is being a little shit the whole time, being suggestive and stuff lol. I would love to read it!!

Warnings: Suggestive language. Kisses, Chekov is a little shit

Pairings: Chekov/Reader

A/N: Spiritual successor to Getting Caught making out with Chekov, But could be read alone. Also, SMUTTY PART THREE

Word Count: 1444

You were busy fixing a burn on a new engineer, and making sure he didn’t suffer from the electric shock he gave himself, to notice Pavel strolling in. You didn’t hear your coworker direct him into one of the private examination rooms.

What you did see was the PADD being pushed into your hands by the CMO. “I need you to do this routine exam. I got Ensign Rodgers here. Exam room 3. Go.” You shrugged and walked off towards the door. You opened it and there he was in all of his glory, kicking his legs off the side of the bed.

“Doctor, doctor give me the news! I got bad case of lovin’ you! No pill's gonna cure my ill I got a bad case of lovin’ in yooooou.” He was raspy and off key as he half sang the old earth song, that he must have researched for you. He was looking at you with his sparkling blue eyes, clearly proud.

You laughed as you moved to stand in front of him. “What if it wasn’t me Pav? What if it was Bones?”

“Well, I’d like to think he’s be awed in my musical prowess,” he dead panned and you smiled at him.  

“Have you been experiencing any recurring issues you need to tell me?”

“Yes, I’ve been having shortness of breath for the last year or so”

You froze and looked at him almost panicked, “What? Why didn’t you tell me.”

Pavel threw his hands up in a shrugging motion, “What can I say? You’ve taken my breath away.” You stared at him, stuck between laughing, yelling at him, and swooning. How the hell you ever got stuck with this little shit was beyond you. But damn him if he could make you melt.

You reached for the tricorder as Pavel spoke, “so, you going to give me a check-up,” You blushed, as his voice dropped low.

“Behave,” you warned him as you read the read out on the screen. “McCoy is only doing this because of you, you know.”

“Me? Whatever did I do,” he looked at you with mocked innocence. You tried to give him a leveling gaze, but he just laughed. “What? Oh you mean when I had you writhing beneath me, in this very room. And then right when we were getting to the good part when we were interrupted.”  You put your hands on your hips and looked at him, still a little peeved off about the incident about two weeks back.

“We if you would quit trying to get in my pants at my job, maybe we’d get somewhere.”

“Where is the fun in that? Come on, Y/N. Right now, you and me.” You turned and pushed a hypo in the side of his neck, probably harder than need. “Ow, the hell was that?”

“A booster,” you logged it into his file. “Take off your shirt.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Pavel pulled the uniform off in a semi-smooth movement. Half way though de-robbing he stuttered, as if he pulled something. You watched him, and stilled once you saw him half naked. You bit your lip, inhaling, trying to control yourself. People always seemed to think that Pavel was some how scrawny, how wrong they were. He was muscular, he did go through physical training at the academy, and overall a well built human. “See something you like? You need me to take off my pants too?”

“Pav,” you stepped closer gently encouraging him to lift his arm, running a hand gently along the right side of his ribcage, over a bruise that was slowly fading. He hissed, and jerked away a bit. You looked up at him apologetically, “Still sore? I heard you took a bad fall in engineering last week.”

“Yeah, went climbing to fix a wiring issue. Told Scotty I had it, You know? Younger, nimble, I didn’t use the harness.” He winched as you continued your prodding.

“You are so stupid at times you know? You have a big brain! Use it!” You hated seeing anyone in pain, he was no excuse. He always seemed to show up with some minor injury. Never serious, thank god, but you were always worried for the worst.

“It wasn’t that far, plus, I like when you take care of me,” he cooed, pushing your hair back as you continued to examine the sore spot. “Do you think I’ll live doc?” You nodded, waving the tricorder over it.

“You just might make it,” You leaned forward, kissing the sensitive skin. “You’ll need intensive hands on care though,” you whispered, bringing your other hand to rest on his thigh. Pavel looked shocked, and started to grin.

“Really,” you nodded, returning the smile. He then giggled as he brought his face down to yours, kissing your lips. “So, nurse, when was your last check up,” he punctuated the question with his hand trailing to the edge of your skirt.

“Pavel, I have to finish.” You attempted to pull away and he just held you against him.

His voice was deep, husky, and just dripping with desire, “I always make sure you finish.” You put your head down on his chest, face redder than the engineering uniforms. He knew what that deep voice could do to you, he took pride in it.

“Please just,” You were cut off, by Pavel just being him.

“Fuck you? I can do that.” You thought of the day a friend of yours called Pavel innocent, and gentle. She was so wrong, he was suggestive, and a total flirt. When you met him he flirted with everything that walked, until he decided he liked you and he put every ounce of energy into seducing you and making you swoon.

“I’m not screwing you here, there are people out in there. My superiors,” You stood upright still flushed, wanting so badly to just mount your boyfriend right there. You hadn’t been with him physically since the make out incident. You missed him. God you missed him. “I’m going to give you a hypospray to help with the pain and inflammation. Okay?” You hoped this sudden change would stop his advances. But, nothing, absolutely nothing stopped Pavel Chekov.

“Ah, but my love, your kisses are the only medication I desire.” You looked at him, he was good, too good.

“Then you don’t want this,” you stated as you started to put it down. His eyes widened and reached for you with his bad side, and he cried out. You gently reached up and pushed the device against his neck. He winched at the pinch. “You want me to kiss and make it better?” You rose up on the tips of your toes and kissed the injection site. Despite the pain Pavel lifted you up onto his lap, you were only slightly shocked when you could feel the beginnings of an erection. He leaned in and kissed you warm, and passionate.

You tried to resist, at least that is what you told yourself, before you melted into him. Pavel was holding you incredibly tight, his forearms holding you to him.Your hands gripped his shoulders as he bit and pulled at your lower lip, you forced yourself back into your lips, moving down to the side of his throat. Nipping at the tender flesh, and running your tongue over the mark you intended on leaving. Pavel left out a low appreciative groan his head lolling to the side as you continued the ministrations.

“FOR CHRIST SAKE!”  You felt the support that was holding on to Pavel’s lap disappear. In fact there was a force on the front of your chest. Now you were on the floor, looking up at your boss with his arms crossed. “Can I not leave you two alone, without you eating each other’s faces?”

With a slight grunt, Pavel threw on his clothes, “I am so sorry Dr. McCoy! It was me I, I was,” he fumbled over his words as he helped you to your feet.

“Shut up,” McCoy pointed to Pavel. “What shift you workin’?”

“Alpha, Sir.”

McCoy now had a finger aimed at you, “Y/N.  You’re on Alpha now, go you’re relieved till tomorrow.”

“But, Dr. McCoy,” You started to protest.

“I will not have you fornicatin’ in my Sickbay. Now, get outta here before I change my mind.” You nodded and pulled Pavel by the hand, moving towards the door. After a moment, you popped your head back into the room.

“Doctor McCoy,” you got a hum in return as he was sterilizing the room. “Thanks.”

“No problem, Kiddo. You don’t get love like his everyday. Enjoy it.”

Tags: @outside-the-government @feelmyroarrrr @answer-the-sirens

[whatif-animagineblog]

Summary: Soulmate AU: The first words your soulmate ever speaks to you appears on your skin. But yours isn’t even English.

Warnings: mild language. 

Pairings: Chekov/Reader

A/N: I think I should do a soulmate AU for everyone....

PART 2

Word Cout: 996

Love was supposed to be easy. When you turned 18  the first words your soulmate would speak to you would appeared on your body, like a tattoo. When you awoke on your birthday you searched your body for the mark, and you found it on your forearm.

The marking confused you, it wasn’t English, hell the characters weren’t even the same as what you were used to. You recognize what looked like some a’s, e’s, a t and a p, but the rest was so foreign.  

You lived with it, even though now you were 25 years old, most of your friends from your hometown were married and happier than ever. You were happy for them but, you were also lonely. You knew it was silly but you thought of all the times you went running listening to music, what if you missed it. What if the soulmate was dead. Every what if in existence ran through your head every passing year.

You often used your work to escape your thoughts, to get away from the dread that had built up over years of never finding your soulmate. Although, your hard work and dedication did lead you onto the Enterprise, landing you a sweet gig in the research labs, were you spent most of your time.

You were being sent up to the bridge to get a sign off on the latest results you received from the dilithium tests you had been running for the past week. The planet you were above was rich in the stuff, but it wasn’t pure, so you and your team were figuring out the most efficient way to purify it without risking the integrity of the compound.

You exited the turbolift and stood next to the Captain’s chair, “sir, I need you to sign off on our progress down in the labs.”

“Ah, Lieutenant L/N,” he taking the PADD into his hands, scrolling through the report. “How’s it going down there?”

“Fine, sir. We figured out three different ways to get the dilithium mostly pure without sacrificing a significant amount of mass. We are now running test to see which one affects the power output the most.” You learned long ago the Kirk liked hearing the jist instead of reading through the report.

He nodded as he signed, and handed you back the PADD and stylist. “How long do you think those test will last, we need to report back to the Federation soon.”

“Not too much longer, a week or two at the latest.” Kirk nodded again, looking up at you this time smiling at the promise you just made him.

“Good, thank you. Keep up the good work.” You thanked him and headed towards the door, when something firm, warm and yellow slammed into you. Your back met the floor as the other person fell on top of you.

“Ах! Проклятье, ебать, я так жаль!” The voice was husky and had a raspy sound to it. He pushed himself off of you looking down at you, almost frozen. You took him in for a minute, the mess of curls on his head, that seemed to have a controlled chaos to them. His pale blue eyes that felt like they were looking into your soul. There was something about him, though, something you couldn’t describe. As if it felt safe to be with him.

“So, are you going to get off me, or you going to kiss me,” you joked half heartedly. You thought it make him laugh but he stiffed even more, paling even though you didn’t think that was possible for him.

The rest of the bridge was staring at you two. He stood up and heaved you to your feet, just looking at you. “What,” you asked completely flummoxed why this curly haired ensign was just staring at you. “Say something!” He pulled you worldless into the turbolift, “What are you doing?”

He took off his shirt, showing you his bicep. “It’s you.” You gasped and ran your fingers over the words you just spoke to him. The teasing words about kissing, little did you know the gravity of those words could be. “Can I see yours,” the boy asked gently, looking embarrassed. You pulled up your sleeve to show him the foreign words. “That’s Russian,” he copied your action by running his hand on your arm.

“Mind telling me what you said?” He turned red as he prepared himself to repeat his words. He took a deep breath before he continued.

“Ah! Dammit, fuck, I'm so, so sorry,” He trailed as he expected you to be upset that you had foul language on your skin for your entire life. Instead you laughed, you laughed out of joy, and the ridiculousness of it all.

You threw your arms around him, hugging, not wanting to let go. You pulled back looking up at him, “I’m Y/N L/N.”

“Pavel Chekov, pleasure to meet you.” He leaned in to give you a kiss on your cheek, when the doors slide open to reveal a very confused first officer.

“Chekov, L/N, what is happening here?” You were happy but, your superior officer was looking at you with Pavel half naked. You were thoroughly embarrassed.

“Mr. Spock! I was just meeting my soulmate,” Chekov piped, thrilled with himself, as he hugged you close to his body.

“That’s nice, please get to your station. You are late.” Pavel nodded and pulled on his clothes. He kissed your cheek again before exiting the turbolift.

“If you are free, join me for dinner around 1900 hours in the mess hall. I want to learn all about you!”

You smiled at him, “That sounds great, Pavel.” He grinned at you broad and bright, his eyes snapping, as he turned as sat at his station. The doors closed and you let out a breath and started to laugh, tears forming in your eyes. You had your very first date with your soulmate.

tags: @outside-the-government , @feelmyroarrrr

[whatif-animagineblog]

Summary: He was the one that encouraged you into the Academy, but you haven’t seen him in years.

Warnings: Nothing to see here

Pairing: none really just some friendship fluff

A/N: sorry it’s short still getting in the swing of things

Word Count: 689

You had gotten used to seeing the red of Starfleet Academy students during your time at the coffee shop right outside of the bustling campus. You’d been working there a year, just turned seventeen, sure you had seen all the cafe had to offer. Until, “Can I get a red eye, please,” the accent that had just hit you was so thick it took you a moment to grasp it. You whirled around to meet the source, and it was not what you expected. It was a kid, an actual kid. Couldn’t been over the age of fifteen.

“Sure, no problem,” you reached for the cup and a sharpie. You eyed the boy, he was wearing a Starfleet regulation academy uniform. That meant he must have been a student. “You got a name for that order?”

“Chekov,” The voice quipped. You nod as you fill out the cup.  

After his drink was made and you called out his name, you stopped him before he left. “Hey, Chekov, how old are you?”

“Me,” he pointed to his chest, “I’m thirteen.”

“No, fucking way.”

You stifled a laugh as you remembered the day you met Pavel, he was the reason why you were here. You joined the academy the year after he left, Pavel often encouraged you to join Starfleet, and when you contacted him four years ago requesting a letter of reference, he was more than happy to oblige. After that though, he left the range of your personal device. The only way to contact the Enterprise would be through Starfleet itself, but they don’t allow personal calls.

You stood proudly with the rest of your graduating class, taking the Starfleet oath before being cleared for duty.

As you were leaving to change before the graduation party you felt a hand grab your arm. You turned and was met with the light blue eyes and bouncy locks that unmistakably belonged to Pavel Chekov. “Y/N,” he asked almost uncertain.

“Pavel,” You smiled brightly at the young man. “Look at you! You look so grown in your dress greys!” It was unbelieveable, the adorable seventeen year old who had left you five years ago was before you as a young man. His curls still tight against his head, his eyes still that pale blue, but there was something different. His eyes were still bright, full of adventure and mischief, but they were wise. Oh, so wise, with now years of experience, untold stories, some never making it into the official logs.

“Look at you, an Academy graduate,” his heavy accent a blessed sound. He smiled at you pulling you into a tight hug. You stilled in his arms, he was broader than you remembered; stronger too, you noted as he squeezed tighter. He pushed you back giving you the once over again. “What’s your assignment?”

“Don’t know,” you fiddled nervously with the PADD. “It’s on here, I’m afraid to look.” You looked up at Pavel with worried eyes. “It’s probably something where I’m grounded, I’m probably not good enough for a vessel in the Fleet.” Without notice, he yanked your PADD out of your hands and began to walk away.

“That’s ridiculous!” Pavel called back to you, tapping away on the PADD, then he laughed. “And you still use the same password?” You reached for the pad, trying to grab it from him. “You’re afraid to look! I got it!”

“Pavel, please! Just,” you stopped when you slammed into his back because he was suddenly glued to his spot. “Pavel?” He held the PADD tightly and looked over at his shoulder at you. His smile was broad as put a hand out to you, which you gladly took.

“This deserves celebration,” he began pulling you along, “to dinner!” You pulled back on him trying to get him to stop.

“Not till you tell me my assignment.”

“The Enterprise.” You sputtered as his eyes sparkled at you. “Not good enough? Let me introduce you to your crewmates!” You were never sure you were going to be reunited with Pavel, but now you were going to be spending the next few years together.

[whatif-animagineblog]

Prompt: "stop touching my hair" with Chekov For @trek-wars-and-sushi

Warnings: noooo

Pairing: Chekov/Reader

A/N: That boy would never have a minute without my hands in that hair. Just saying.

You sat next to your boyfriend Pavel, both of you filling out reports. You sighed and placed your PADD on your lap, your eyes growing tired. You shifted your weight and ran a hand through Pavel’s hair. Letting your fingers get snarled in the tight curls. After a few minutes, you received a pleased hum. You continued, noticing that Pavel’s hand had stopped moving across the PADD.

“Stop,” he sighed. You continued anyway, you loved the feeling of the blond locks. “I’m serious, Y/N. Stop touching my hair.”

“Why?”

“First, it separates the curls and makes my hair all frizzy. Two, it distracts me.” He hummed again, leaning into your hands.

“Now, why would I ever want to distract you,” You laughed.

“Because you want me all to yourself, and will use any means to get it,” he teased, gesturing dramatically.

“It’s true! I just can’t keep my hands off of you,” You laughed, trying to make it sound like an over dramatic villain. You continued to move your hands through the locks.

“Y/N,” Pavel sighed.

“Pav, it was a long day. Kirk is expecting these in the next few days. Relax.” You eased him back onto your lap. He smiled at you as you looked down cradling his head.  You leaned down and kissed his lips tenderly as you restarted running your fingers, twisting the now frizzled curls. “Still, want me to stop,” he asked, your nose brushing against his.

“No.” Soon after you realized he was asleep, finally put at ease after the exhaustive away mission earlier that day.

tags: @outside-the-government @feelmyroarrrr @answer-the-sirens

[whatif-animagineblog]

Summary- You get caught kissing your boyfriend in sickbay

Warnings: None

Pairing- Reader/Chekov

A/N: A PART TWO McCoy keeps his promise about Pavel’s Check-ups AND Smutty PART THREE

Word Count: 747

Translation guide: Мой маленький цветок -my little flower

You were cleaning up in one of the private exam rooms when you heard a soft knock on the door. You turned half expecting your superior Doctor McCoy, but instead you found your curly headed boyfriend Chekov. “You know Doctor McCoy doesn’t like visitors without a purpose, Mr. Chekov.”

“How do you know I don’t have a purpose, Nurse L/N,” Pavel chuckled as neared you by the biobed. “I could be coming down with something.”

“I doubt that,” you mumbled putting more equipment, “your track record, my russian ray of sunshine, is injuries.”

Chekov chuckled as placed his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them gently, “Well then, mой маленький цветок, my lips hurt.” He punctuated this with soft kisses right above where the collar of your uniform ended. “And only the care of a trained physician can heal me.”

You turned on a dime, intent on staying on task despite the distracting ministrations provided by your boyfriend. “I’ll page Dr. McCoy then.”

“Y/N,” Pavel sighed reaching to grab your hand. “Come on,” he pulled you close and looked into your eyes with a pleading gaze. “I haven’t seen you in a week. I’ve missed you.”

You couldn’t help but sigh as you continued to stare up to him, “I’ve missed you too. I know my promotion has been hard, but I can’t help I got transferred to the delta shift.”

“That’s why I’ve come here, making the best of it!” Pavel grinned, “It is the graveyard shift! I’m here simply to make it more lively.” He bent down again to get at your neck again. You pushed him away with barely any heart.

“I don’t wanna get caught! I could get in trouble if they,” Pavel pressed his lips against yours. You tried to fight it, but you had missed him so much that you gave in.

“Doctor McCoy is off shift,” he mumbled into your lips, arms pulling you tighter against him. In return you latched your hands on the back of his neck, fingers twisting into his curly locks.

You felt his hands travel down your sides as he moved them to your thighs, picking you up with no problem. You revealed how it felt to be held by him, his warm body pressed against yours. His strong arms lifting you on to the biobed for you to rest.You had missed it so much.

The bed instantly registered your vitals, your heartbeat was above average and Pavel chuckled into the kiss. It thrilled him knowing what he could do to you.

“Excited,” Pavel huffed just before pressed against you again, hands moving to hold your face. Callouses on the pads of is thumbs caressing your cheeks.

As the kiss deepened you reached for the hem of Pavel’s uniform pulling the tunic and undershirt off in one fell swoop, your hands rested on his now bare chest.

Pavel slowly climbed on top of you, elbows on either side of your head, your heartbeat mimicking your racing thoughts. Where you really going to go this far with him in the medbay? As you felt his hands push up the edge of your uniform while his mouth moved to your neck, your answer was yes.

“Pavel,” You sighed out, eyes closed in pleasure.

Then came the all too familiar sound of a certain CMO clearing his throat. It be an understatement to say you yelled in surprise and fear. Pavel wasn’t sure what hit him either; he was suddenly looking at the ceiling after you threw him off of you in the initial shock. You both sat upright looking at Doctor McCoy, who was trying his hardest not to laugh.

“Am I interrupting something?”

You were too embarrassed to respond to him and just tossed Pavel his clothing. “I-I should go,” Pavel stuttered as he scrambled to his feet looking at you. He gave you one last peck on your cheek before he headed for the door. “Dinner before your shift tomorrow? 1800 hours good? Yeah?”

Your face burned hotter as your boyfriend floundered to make plans in his obvious panic. “That’s fine, Pav! Sounds great!”

He nodded as he passed Doctor McCoy with his clothes in his hands, muttering a quiet, “excuse me, sir.”

“I-I should get back to work,” You muttered as you slid off the table.

McCoy shrugged as he turned to leave, “I should have you do Chekov’s routine exam, I can never get him out of his clothes that fast.”

[whatif-animagineblog]

Prompt: Omg I loved your soulmate au with chekov it was hilarious and so cute at the same time. Is there any chance that you would do a part 2?? Either way you're a great writer, keep it up :) - anon

Warnings: None

Parings: Chekov/Reader

A/N: PART 1   

Word Count: 1012

You sat near the back of the mess hall nervously waiting to have your first date with your soulmate. Soulmate. It was still hard to fathom, that guy was yours, and you were going to love him. After all the universe knows best.

You thought about what you wanted to say. What did you say to someone you were going to spend your life with? You fussed with your hem, choosing one of your civilian clothes, wanting to make a good impression. Although you wondered if it really mattered, after all he was already thrilled to meet you, hell kissed you on your cheek with in minutes of discovering who you were.

You looked up just in time to Pavel him walking into the room, dressed in a grey sweater, and a bouquet of flowers. Suddenly, all the fears you had melted away and you knew you would be okay. You stood to greet him, hugging as he pushed the flowers into your hands.

“These are beautiful, where did you get them?”

Pavel smiled as he took a seat, “my friend Hikaru, he’s a botanist on the side. More for pleasure than for work. He helped me picked them out.” You then sat in silence, glancing up every once a while blushing. It was at least five minutes before either of you spoke, maybe he was worried that he would mess up this whole, together forever, thing too.

Pavel looked up and when he caught your eyes, you both seemed to get lost. “You are a lab technician, right?”

“Yeah, I am. I work down in the bowels of the Enterprise. Nothing special. Nothing like you do.”

Pavel scoffed, “Not true! The lower levels of the Enterprise is where magic occurs! All the machinery and the discoveries in the labs.” He sigh placing a hand over his heart. “I love it down there. That is why I convinced Mr. Scott to mentor me! Don’t get me started on you lab techs! You’re trying to create a new purifying process for dilithium we found on the planet we are orbiting, right?”

You nodded, “We have three different processes, we’re testing them to see which one affects the power output the least.” He looked at you transfixed, placing his head on his hands, leaning in as you talked.

“Wow. That is amazing. Will you give me updates? This kind of stuff is so cool, you are literally cleaning dilithium! I didn’t know it could have impurities in the first place!” You felt your heart flutter as he enthused about your work. When he placed his hands out on the table you reached and rest yours over them.

“I guess it is pretty cool. But Pavel,” you said to get his attention because he was staring at your interlocked hands. “Tell me about the stars. I was never good at star charts or astronomy. Tell me how you navigate us through the universe.”

There was that grin that was quickly winning your heart, he stood up and put out his hand. “Let me show you.” You took his hand and let him lead you from the room in a flurry of excitement. You had become to consumed by him that you didn’t notice the groups of people looking at you. Grinning, seeing that the whiz kid and you the most notorious lab rat were already acting like soulmates.  

Pavel pulled you into his room, he’s clean, nearly immaculate room. A Russian flag hung up on the wall, and a stack of old, yellowed paper books on the shelf above his bed. You smiled as he tossed you a pillow as he leaned himself against his bed and encouraged you to do the same.

Once you were comfortable Pavel instructed the computer to show the stars above Earth, in the lower California region, around march. The room was dark and little white specks danced around you, putting you in a state of awe. He pointed, “There,” he gestured to a group of stars. “That’s Leo, the lion of course.”

“Of course,” you chuckled, subconsciously leaning onto his shoulder. He in return wrapped that arm around you pulling you close to him. His other hand pointed off in another direction. He ghosted lines between another cluster of dots.

“That is Virgo!” He moved his arm slightly and pulled you closer, “And that constellation is Ophiuchus.”

“Ophi-what,” you asked tilting your head up to look at him.”

“Ophiuchus. The serpent bearer. The brightest star there,” he said pointing, encouraging to look at the constellation, but you couldn’t. You were far to captivated by him. His eyes were bright and seemed to be in love with the stars. “That’s the head, and it’s called Alpha Ophiuchi, also known as Rasalhague. It’s a binary star system.” He continued on, naming and telling you about constellation after constellation, and the stars that resided there. You snuggled into his side, listening to him talk. It was wonderful, it was peaceful, it felt like home hundred of light years away from Earth. You began dozing off in his arms, his voice washing over you like waves.

“Pav,” you mumbled softly. He stopped instantly craning his neck to look down at you curled into his side.

“Was I rambling? I have a tendency to do that. I just love the stars and space, so much.” You placed your hand on his chest to get him to stop.

“I like that about you. A lot, actually. I just wanted to say: I’m glad you are my soulmate.”

“Me too,” with that he tilted your face up to him, sealing the night with a kiss. It was deep and romantic, like he had been kissing you your entire life. 

No, you didn’t know how your love would come to you. At times you weren’t even sure if they would show up. But, here you were, cuddled into this man, listening to him ramble about space, and the myths of how people named the stars centuries ago. Completely and utterly thankful for the existence of Pavel Chekov

TAGS: @feelmyroarrrr , @outside-the-government