#chekirk

[fashnik3]

Emergency Commissions Post

So as many of you know, due to the Covid-19 virus, many “non-essential” industries have shut down. I personally am facing at least 2 weeks of unemployment because of this. As a result, I’m reopening my commissions.

I’m taking commissions at a rate of $6 per 1000 words just because I’m taking payments through my Kofi. If you’d like to see some samples of my body of work check out my AO3.

You can email me at [email protected] to hash out any details.

[marshmallow--shark]

Inexplicably started fantasising about mirror Chekov in mirror Kirk's uniform..

[marshmallow--shark]

My figures of mirror Kirk and Chekov arrived today, so I drew them to celebrate

[helgabrook]

[textsfromstarfleet]

[textsfromstarfleet]

[feekins]

y no i didn't accidentally drabble that imagine kirkov thing i posted like 2 hours ago water u talkin about. nooooooooo its totally not cavity-inducing. and bones totally doesnt ship it. that would be silly.

stop lookign at me sfdlkjsfdjkl here, have a ficlet about Kirkov holding hands.

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Jim didn't need to look to know whose hand it was that just barely brushed against, then settled itself into his own. All so tentative, shy, testing the waters - even though the owner of that soft, pale hand knew by now that gesture was more than welcome.

The captain continued on his way down the hall, pretending he hadn't noticed. The curling of strong fingers and a gentle squeeze told Pavel otherwise. It was as if they were synchronized, so finely attuned to the other's presence, even while they pretended to be completely unaware of the tiny instance of pre-shift PDA in their linked hands.

Other crewmen passed them by, coming or going from their various stations. On occasion, one would pause to do a double-take. Had they really just seen...? Was that the captain and that Russian kid?

Either oblivious to their stares, or not caring (perhaps a bit of both), by the time they stepped into the turbolift, their fingers had laced together. Only once the doors had closed did Jim finally cast a sideways glance to the young man beside him. Pavel's ears were tinted a faint pink, hazel eyes shining bright, soft pink lips slowly stretching into a wide smile, and rather quickly, he found himself doing the same.

The doors opened, and seamlessly, they made the shift from Pavel and Jim to Mr. Chekov and Captain Kirk. One last little squeeze, and onto the bridge they stepped, finally separating.

"Captain on the bridge!"

The otherwise-familiar call was so cheerful, it drew more than a few looks, none of which Chekov noticed as he took his seat at the console. All he cared about was the screen at his fingertips and the fond look he knew Kirk was giving him from the captain's chair.

When McCoy reported to the bridge minutes later, he took one look at both the captain and the navigator grinning like total loonies and just about turned around and left.

One of these days, these kids and their ridiculous, slowly-budding relationship would be the death of him.

[feekins]

imagine kirkov walking down some hallway of the enterprise, and pavel slips his hand into jim's when he thinks no one's looking. jim acts like he doesn't even notice, but he gives pavel's hand a little squeeze, then after a while they both give in and lace their fingers together, and while the whole gesture's so little and done so casually, it's enough for both of them to be grinning like loonies for the rest of the day （´ω｀♡)