so I’ve had to change my URL for some reasons, but it’s still the same old me, and we still have the Janeway in there plus the bonus of my name so just FYI 🙂
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chakotay & Kathryn Janeway Characters: Kathryn Janeway, Chakotay (Star Trek), Lizard (no not those lizards) Additional Tags: Episode: s01e06 The Cloud, Spirit Animals, Proto-J/C, Flirting, Friendship, Home Series: Part 1 of Behind the Scenes: 31 Days of Voyager Summary:
After Janeway masters Chakotay’s stick, he invites her back to his quarters to explore her animalistic side. (I’m sorry. This is a whole lot less dirty than I’m making out.)
Made it just under the wire (my timeframe – well, it’s 00:05 on 2 October but I finished writing it on the 1st!)
Anyway here’s my Day 1 entry to Fictober 2018. I intend to write one ficlet to each daily prompt as a
canon-consistent Voyager episode addition in order of airing, with
roughly 4-5 prompts filled per onscreen season. At least, that’s the
plan. I may skip or combine a few.
(This doesn’t mean I’ve put Desperate Measures on hiatus – I’m still working on it too.)
warning: this aint sexy and it ain’t fun well, i had fun torturing these poor saps (slight gore? kinda?)
The
first threads of awareness came as a sharp ringing in her ears and a
metallic tinge in the back of her dry throat. She took a breath and
regretted it. Her lungs filled with smoke and dust and expelled it in a
violent cough. She tried to open her eyes and remember what had
happened.
There
was a figure moving through the haze above her, clad in gray and
black, and there was a noise just beyond the dissipating ring. It
sounded urgent. She tried to listen as the muffled sounds began to
form into crisp, recognizable tones.
Quick question, can you please re-blog if you write Janeway/Chakotay fan fic (or if you just read it, throw that in the tags). Doesn’t matter whether it’s dribbles posted here or full 50k word fics on Ao3.
I just want a show of hands (for no particular reason)
I write and read J/C fics 💞
We got u Talsi
I’ve been known to write a J/C piece or two. Also an avid reader.
For like the last 20 some years.
Have just started reading (voraciously) and am planning to write.
Alright, folks, be patient with me: this is something that’s been on my mind since a certain episode of TTJ was released. Let me know whether it’s all in my head and should stay there, or can, in fact, be shown to other people. Cheers.
FOR @theshortywrites from a prompt you sent me a million years ago. “There was nothing between us, just a weird friendship.” & “I never stopped loving you. I just stopped showing it.”
ENJOY
“Do you believe me?” The frigid air whipped through the limbs of the trees before circling her, catching her hair and thoughtlessly blowing it across her face. She reached up to tuck the nonsensical strands behind her ear. In no time they would be smacking against her cheek, scratching at her rosy skin both irritated and wind burned.
She bit at her lower lip, contemplating her own question before continuing, “Maybe the real question is if you still trust me. Those are two totally separate things – aren’t they? And I feel like you stopped trusting me a long time ago.” Inhaling deeply, she let the breath out in a long drawn out sigh. “I would have too.”
“My decisions were at times reckless and often guided by guilt, maybe even loneliness. You tried to make me feel differently, to make me see that I didn’t have to carry all the burden. I’m such a martyr though and so stubborn – even today. But it all leads back to the guilt. I shouldn’t have things easy; I shouldn’t be happy, at least not if other people are suffering. No matter how hard you tried, I never could see your point.”
She shook her head, digging the toe of her black shined boot into the green grass. “I lost your implicit trust after some ‘questionable’ decisions. I get it. But you actually stopped believing my words later. Much later.”
“When was it?” Pulling her hands from the warmth the pockets of her coat provided, she unconscientiously began fiddling with her nails. “I may never get a straight answer but I know when it should have been. God, I just was not ready for what you were going to tell me. The more I think about it, the more I know you had kept it from me, purposefully.”
Closing her eyes, she could still remember. Every detail was etched in her memory, like most painful memories have the tendency to do. The feel of the carpet under her feet as she stood to greet him – the ever present smile that revealed the dimples she saw in her dreams – the cologne that washed over her, a constant when he was nearby – the light weight of the trinket he placed in her hands to recall their time spent on New Earth – the way he pulled at his ear, nervous to speak and so unlike him – everything, all of it was fresh. “Sit with me,” he had asked. And she did.
Opening her eyes, her tone took a serious note. “I hadn’t known you and Seven were serious. Hell, I didn’t even know you were dating. A heads up would have been nice. I was so enraged and I tried to hide it from you. I’m sure you saw right through me and my tight-lipped grin, my cheap attempt at a congratulations. But even worse, I had no idea how to react when you told me,” she licked her lips, breath caught in her throat, “when you told me you would give her up for me.”
She swallowed hard, pursing her lips together. Even now her memory of that moment was hard to relive. It had been a defining moment. There were opportunities she had let slip by over the years, but this would change everything based on her response. “I sounded like the wounded and embittered Kathryn I had become in the Delta Quadrant when I told you that ‘there was nothing between us, just a weird friendship.’ That’s the moment you should have stopped believing me.”
Kneeling, she didn’t care that her crisp uniform pants were scraping against the fallen leaves, mixed with the dirt that surrounded the cold marble slab in front of her. Wiping the leaves away, her finger traced over the letters of his name, first C and then H. She moved the tip of her finger delicately over the letters, thinking that she had often thought of tracing the markings above his left eye in the same manner – with care and precision. She never had the opportunity.
Planting her hands on the richly colored marble she studied his name before looking toward the sky. Is that where he believed his people went after death? She searched for him everywhere, in everything, every day.
“I know why you stopped trusting me. I know why you stopped believing me. But, with all of my heart and all of my being, know this – I never stopped loving you. I just stopped showing it.” She let her head fall to the earth, her forehead resting on his name, the closest she could be to him in this life.
Taking another deep breath, she stood. “I know it’s risky Commander and you would tell me not to go through with it. But, knowing everything now, would you stop me? Perhaps things can be different – for all of us. Do you believe me?”
what do y’all think would have happened if that idiot Cavit hadn’t died? like would he just step down so Chakotay could be the the “token maquis” and balance out that power to get the maquis crew in line?? but then like what exactly would he DO?? idk i’ve just been thinking about it for some reason
Tough question! Cavit as XO but B’Elanna as Chief Engineer…where would that leave Chakotay? Would Janeway have put two Maquis in key leadership positions from the start?
that’s what I’m thinking… but I feel like there’s no way the maquis would accept it (let alone Chakotay himself) if C wasn’t somehow leading as well…
Is there any precedent for having two first officers?
haven’t heard of such a thing… but then again this is new territory…
first question that popped into my head: where would he sit?
but that would make for a super interesting dynamic bc I don’t think Cavit would be super happy just look at how disgusted he was with Paris
My brain just comedy tripped. Chakotay and Cavit fight over who gets to sit next to Janeway on the bridge. They also fight over who gets to keep her seat warm when she is off the bridge. One day, Chakotay lets him win, and Cavit watches them walk off the bridge together, and he knows what’s up. And Chakotay doesn’t care at all because he got the outcome he was hoping for anyway.
lol I’m just imagining them racing to the bridge each morning to see who gets to sit in the xo chair and who has to sit on that little side shelf neelix is always on
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