Oh, to be loved by Leonard McCoy or something. 🌟
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Oh, to be loved by Leonard McCoy or something. 🌟
if you still want prompts: I'd love to see something with chekov and sulu, maybe during their hiking trip in TFF
I still want prompts! I'll probably keep wanting prompts until August 25th or something haha. Thank you for leaving one. :) Here's the full story:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
A glimpse of Chekov and Sulu while they're lost in the woods at Yosemite.
Preview of the story:
“This is the last time I let Captain Kirk pick my vacation.”
Here they were, lost, and Captain Kirk was probably living it up in a nice, easy-to-find campsite with Doctor McCoy, and Mr. Spock.
“That’s what you said last time too.” Sulu reminds him, with a grin on his face. “It’s not so bad.”
Chekov was leaning against a random branch he picked up five minutes earlier. He was cleaning the smaller, thinner branches off of it, to make it a true walking stick. One can not enjoy the woods without their own, sturdy walking stick. It’s a rule of life! This Yosemite stick may not be as thick or strong as a russian branch, but it shall serve him for as long as it can.
He looks out across the underbrush they somehow found themselves in. It had been easy, following the paths at first, but then at some point, their feet were no longer on flat dirt, and instead entangled amongst vines and vegetation.