I give up on writing like a Russian accent so just imagine it's a Russian accent.

Soulmate AU

Imagine everyone has a tattoo on them that matches their soulmate and also their soulmates name is in their native tongue. (For sake of story made up a language)

Chekov's ^

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I smiled as I saw Chekov walk onto the bridge. In nothing but yoga pants.

"Looking good Pavel." I said playfully.

"I know you had something to do with this, now where are my clothes?" He asked angrily.

"Check your room?" I asked sweetly.

"(Y/n).... if you don't tell me where my clothes are-"

"Mister Chekov, what are you wearing?" The captain asked as he walked onto the bridge.

"Someone stole my clothes and this was all I had."

"That is not proper dress code." Spock said calmly.

"Alright who has his clothes?" Kirk asked with a laugh.

Chekov sent me a look and I let out a laugh.

"Pavel I swear it wasn't me, but don't I wish it was." I said happily.

I heard a chuckle from my side and turned to see Sulu smiling.

"Mister Sulu?"

"Your clothes might of been shot out the docks.... by accident." Sulu said with a smirk.

"What? What do I do now?!"

"Hide our in your room until we land in two days... I'm sure Miss (Y/n) could bring you food." Kirk said as he sent me a smile.

"But Sulu-"

"No buts. You will stay with Mister Chekov to keep him company."

I let out a sigh and followed Chekov to his room. I walked into his room and frowned as I saw it spotless.

"What?" He asked confused.

"I thought it would be a mess." I explained.

"Thank you very much but I clean my quarters." He said with a frown.

"Sorry, didn't mean to insult you."

I plopped down in a chair and let out a sigh as Chekov grabbed his PAD.

"Seems we are stuck with each other for the next two days."

"Luckily me." I said with a sigh.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

"I don't hate you.... I just... don't like you."

"Why? I've never done anything to you and I always try to be nice."

"You are a flirt.... a massive flirt. I've never met anyone as bad as you. You see a woman and you see a challenge and it disgusts me."

"Well I'm sorry I disgust you, but I don't see all women as challenges. I try to get to know them, I mean how am I suppose to meet my sole mate if I don't look?"

"You aren't going to find them by moving from woman to woman." I said angrily.

"Says the woman who never dates anyone."

"That's because I'm not looking for a romance."

"Then what are you looking for?"

"Adventure." I said softly.

"Good luck with that." He said as he shook his head.

"Well its what describes my soulmate." I said as I rolled my sleeve up.

On my left wrist was a small tattoo and writing. The writing was in a different language so I couldn't read it. I held it up and I saw a blush appear on Chekov's face.

"What?" I asked calmly.

"The writing is Russian." He said softly.

"Really? Do you... know what it says?" I asked as I bit my lip.

"You wouldn't believe me."

"Come on, Please I trust you."

"Look at mine first." He said as he moved his right arm.

He turned it to show the Starfleet badge and some writing. My eyes went wide as I saw the words. I slowly walked up to him and gently grabbed his hand and traced the words.

"(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n)." I said softly.

"So... it's your name.... guess you figured that's my name in Russian." He said softly.

"It jut had to be you.... couldn't of been anyone else... damn it! I owe Sulu money." I said as I let out a groan.

He bit his lip and scratched the back of his neck.

"If you aren't happy about it we can pretend that we-"

I quickly cut him off by pressing my lips against his. His hands wrapped around my waist and he pulled me against him. He smiled into he kiss before pulling away and leaning his head against mine.

"Thank you." He said softly.

"I guess I know what the compass is for." I said with a smile.

He raised and eyebrow and I let out a laugh.

"Navigator." I said softly.