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More of the Same @trektober-challenge: Day 3, 'Promotion.'
“It’s just that it’s so out of the blue,” Harry says. “Did you do something I don’t know about?”
Tom affects a wounded expression. “It can’t just be my roguish charm? My boyish good looks?”
It’s on the tip of Harry’s tongue to point out that Tom was only promoted because he’d first earned a demotion—so, no, it can’t—when Janeway rounds the corner, wearing that small smirk that spells trouble.
“Gentlemen,” she nods, then pauses. Murmurs, “Not only that, Mister Paris,” and saunters off.
Harry feels his ears warm and redden, as Tom breaks into a wide grin.
#trektober 2024#janeway x paris#star trek voyager fic#trektober#Day 3#(a little late)#Prompt: Promotion#drabble#grissomesque writes
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WIP Meme: Ooo what is Proof of Life? (Who is asking for it? And proof of who's life?? And what proof are they gonna get???)
*cough with embarrassment*
This one is my Big Failure, my Waterloo, my Semi-Eternal Writing Shame. That time I started posting before having most of the story at least partially written, and then lost the voices...
It's a Star Trek Voyager story, part of my post-Endgame (end of series) world for the characters, focused on Tom Paris, and was intended as the third in a trilogy involving the Orion crime syndicate. The first two, I thought, were pretty good, even though they were written close to the beginning of my writing journey. (They're called Off the Shoulder of Orion and After the Ashes.) Naturally, I started a third...
You will remember I had issues with the third in my Avengers/Bond series - this time, though, I didn't have an @inkvoices to make me an inspirational video! :P
So by the time we get to Proof of Life (I won't link to it because it's only on FFN and the last thing I need is more plaintive "ARE YOU EVER GOING TO FINISH THIS THING??" PMs), Tom Paris has seriously pissed off the Orion syndicate. They abduct his Dad, Admiral Owen Paris, mostly so they can lure him somewhere where they can take sweet, slow, nasty revenge for his interference with their business model. So it's Owen's life we need proof of. What proof are they gonna get? Well, that would be telling... :P
I've posted 4 Chapters; here is an excerpt of the unpublished, unfinished Chapter 5 - proof of life, as it were, that the thing is still "in progress" and may one day see the light of the Alpha Quadrant (yes, my pseud is based on Voyager!) Note I was still writing in the past tense then, which frankly is part of my problem in recovering momentum, and using rather more adjectives than I do these days:
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“So what do you plan on doing then, Tom?”
Ah, there it was. Somehow he’d hoped she wouldn’t ask, but of course that had been a tad optimistic. On the contrary, B’Elanna’s fiery dark eyes had not left his face; she studied him intently, looking for a crack, a weakness that she could explore.
“Talk to them in a language they understand, I guess,” Tom finally replied, his lips tight and his hands clenching into fists. There, he’d said it. “Take something they value as much as they think the Federation and I value my father. Offer a trade.”
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So Voyager returns to the Alpha Quadrant, huzzah! Party time.
And Starfleet does throw a big party in their honor to welcome back. Very formal, lots of ambassadors, a lot of the Voyager crew is quietly bored with it thirty minutes in. Where's the fun in fancy hors d’oeuvres if you can't play 'guess the mystery ingredients from the most recent trade agreement/away mission?'
Anyway, the crew of the Enterprise is there because they're in their post-Dominion War Flag Waving era. And of course, Picard is expecting a number of things from a typical Starfleet party of very fancy standards. What he was not expecting was Q and Q Jr. to show up in a flash of light or for Jr. to throw his arms around the shoe-in-to-be-Admiral Janeway and exclaim 'Aunt Kathy! You made it home, and early too. That was cheating!"
Janeway sends the teenage looking Q to go hang out with Icheb, the quiet part-borg kid who has been strategically hiding in a corner with access to punch bowl and the nibbles with the most easily identifiable ingredients. Icheb proceeds to perk up and calls Q Jr. Q-Ball. Jr. calls him Itchy. Seven of Nine, who has been quietly shadowing Icheb and scowling in such a way that she has one yard of clearance on all sides at all times, unless a Voyager crew member or her aunt come over to talk to her, turns a very narrow-eyed gaze on Jr that the young Q is clearly unsettled by. (If he gets Icheb hurt again, no power on this plane of existence could save Q Jr. from Seven and he knows it.)
Q and Janeway watch fondly, chatting about the whereabouts of Lady Q and how the Continuum is doing lately and Janeway occasionally shutting down Q's attempts to flirt with her. For whatever reason, Janeway still agrees to dance with Q and laughs when he changes the music with a snap to something they can waltz to.
Picard is trying to figure out if he can sidle out one of the exits before Q notices him. As is basically the rest of the Enterprise lead staff. Finding out that Q made Janeway godmother to his son is quite possibly the most surreal part of the evening for Picard and that includes when Q gets bored with the music a few waltzes later and turns the whole thing into a disco.
Meanwhile Riker learns he was actually brought to Voyager by Q once and then made to forget it and is thus considered an honorary Voyager crew member along with Barclay. Riker decides he's cool with that and helps plan the after party with Tom and Harry. (He also tries to talk Harry into starting a jazz band with him.)
#voyager#the next generation#star trek#star trek fandom#fanfiction#fic ideas#jean luc picard#kathryn janeway#q (star trek)#q jr (star trek)#icheb (star trek)#seven of nine#william riker#tom paris#harry kim
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this episode starts from the point of view of the automated unit and then we see b'elanna's face her careful attention and then the voices of security and discovery appear over her shoulders and she makes her argument. and it's all from the explicit point of view of the automated unit. like the viewer is the object of interest--and it's ominous because the characters don't know they're being watched but it's also like, the robot is helpless, no matter what happens next. and we get to watch b'elanna's curiosity reach out from that point of view. as the helpless unit.
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Janeway every time she talks to Tom and Harry:
(shout out to @muiromem for the inspo 😂)
#are ya winning son#janeways favorite boys#all i want is an episode with the three of them on an away mission together#maybe that'll be the fic i eventually write lmao#kathryn janeway#tom paris#harry kim#star trek voyager#star trek memes
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Star Trek: Voyager 6x04 Tinker Tenor Doctor Spy B'Elanna, Harry and Seven
#trekedit#harry kim#b'elanna torres#seven of nine#star trek voyager#voy#things this episode is good for: these shots#this is me trying to figure out the new software#by having the three main character of my time loop fic all together
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do you guys think that buster kincaid/captain proton was the spirk of the star trek universe. were the 1930s housewives writing procaid porn for zines and creating fandom culture
#voy#tos#captain proton#i mean how the fuck do i tag this#i know one thing for sure and that's that tom paris spent his teen years reading procaid fic#yes ive just decided that's their ship name#star trek#star trek voyager#tom paris#harry kim
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So, according to “Latent Image”, Janeway and Chakotay attended the same event some time before getting lost in the Delta Quadrant which means they canonically could have met before “Caretaker”.
And yet I haven’t seen a single fic about that potential alternate meeting …
#to be fair i haven’t written one either#i could but i’m not really looking to start any new fic ideas at the moment#if anyone else wanted to write it i’d love to read it#star trek#star trek voyager#kathryn janeway#chakotay#janeway x chakotay
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#voy#star trek voyager#st voy#captain janeway#doodles#buttons situation is from my fic gold rush tee hee
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What if one night Chakotay is coming back from dinner with B'Elanna and as he walks the dimly lit halls he thinks about the old days, days he and B'Elanna were just talking about, laughing about, and how she brought up one specific moment about the only time she ever heard Tuvok sing. He was there, Chakotay was the one who encouraged him to. It was in a moment of good cheer (rare in those days), they were celebrating something (rare in those days) and Chakotay had been hanging back, listening just outside the fire's reach. He can't remember the exact details, they weren't important at the time, just that a few of his crew were teasing, asking Tuvok to sing since they knew he played the lute and he was being resistant. Then Chakotay stepped forward and encouraged him to (a smiling "don't make me make that an order" joke) saying it'd be good for morale - even if he wasn't any good. Chakotay had been right, it had been good for morale. But instead of adding to the exuberant cheer, Tuvok's song had brought with it a certain...silence. A wistfulness. And Chakotay had found himself thinking of his father, his home, and for a moment he knew if he closed his eyes he'd be able to feel as if it was all right there in front of him again. But he didn't, he kept his eyes on the Vulcan. He might have been the only one. He was certainly the only one Tuvok gave his attention to when the song was done. "Was that satisfactory?" he'd asked, a challenge to his tone. He could hear the pride beneath it. "Well? How was that?" in his Vulcan way. As Chakotay passes Janeway's quarters he can hear it. Music. Tuvok's voice sobering the air and stilling the commander. He stops right outside the door and listens, realizing how tired he is. He knows without having to ask that Tuvok will never sing for him again. He'd never order it so if he wants to hear it he'll have to content himself with this: Listening to bits and pieces of another person's song. It's still beautiful. He closes his eyes and he can see...about half of it, if he rounds up. Half of what he lost is right there in front of him. Maybe the other half is the captain's. Or Tuvok's. Chakotay continues on before the song ends. He doesn't want to be there, waiting outside the door, when the hall falls silent.
#Chakotay#Tuvok#Chakotay/Tuvok#not enough for a full fic but enough for a post on tumblr . com#my writing#st voyager#Kathryn Janeway#c/j/t#chakotay/janeway/tuvok#it might not seem like it. but. it IS that#their dynamic <3#star trek voyager#star trek voy#st voy#voy
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i wish there had been a movie set like a year after voyager’s return for so may reasons including all the obvious ones like seeing how everyone is coping (and seeing chakotay and seven break up and chakotay and janeway get married ahem). but mainly because i would’ve LOVED to see the cultural impact of miss janeway on the alpha quadrant. all the posters and the little girls emulating her hairstyle. the starfleet enrolment numbers going through the roof. the parasocial j/c girlies being just like me fr but worse because she’s a real person in their universe. it would’ve been fantastic and she would’ve hated every minute of it.
#i’m so obsessed w the idea of celebrity janeway i should start writing it into my fics more#but then again celebrity culture would probably be much less crazy by the twenty-fourth century#anyway#star trek#voyager#star trek: voyager#kathryn janeway#captain kathryn janeway
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• words: 5,782 (2/?)
• rating: M
• relationships: Kathryn Janeway/Tom Paris
• tags: Workforce Parts 1-2 (Star Trek: Voyager), Academy Era, The Billings, Picard Season 3, (Jack Crusher will not be making an appearance), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mutual Pining, Canonical P/T, Unrequited J/C, Star Trek Beta Canon References, Romance, Angst, (But not yet!), Finding each other over and over and over
• summary: He opens his mouth to speak and then stops, frowning a little. A pang of something trips through her chest.
“Sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “You just looked so familiar for a second there.”
This is not how their story starts. But it’s how it starts on Quarra.
Inspired by Leonard Cohen's "By the Rivers Dark," for the Merry Month of Cohen.
#what-happens-to-the-heart#merry month of cohen#grissomesque writes#janeway x paris#star trek voyager fic#in a wounded dawn
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decided to drag myself out of some serious art block by drawing one of my favorite scenes from one of my favorite fics: The Borg Have Never Looked So Good In Sciences Blue by @wickedheadache
though i will admit i took some liberties
#star trek#voyager#st voy#emh#seven of nine#my art#HGNRHGNG i drew this before rereading the fic so i 100% accidently forgot about him telling her 'shed live' LMO#my bad......................#i did say this was ONE of my favorite scenes#the other one is when seven goes to janeways quarters and sees her with her jacket and thinks 'the captain is also a thief'.#but i didnt know how to draw that without it flowing weird#cant wait for tungle to eat the quality of this#the preview is DEEP. FRIED. TO. HELL.
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Title: Back To Work
Characters: Janeway/fem!reader
Rating: PG
Janeway wanted you to come to her quarters in the evening when she had time off. You approached her door and heard her call for you to come in. You found her in her chair, her arm casually draped over the back of the chair, a position you loved seeing her in. She had on her short-sleeved undershirt and was reading a book.
"I didn't mean to interrupt your relaxation time," you said, feeling like you'd intruded.
"Nonsense," she said, waving a hand in the air to dismiss your concern. "I just lost track of time. Make yourself comfortable," she said, gesturing to the sofa. "Lemme just finish this chapter."
You told her not to hurry and you sat down on the sofa. You couldn't help but be transfixed on her. The intense stare at the pages. The arm over the chair back. The undershirt. She looked irresistible. You couldn't stop imagining all the things you wanted to do to--
And then you noticed her book was lowered and she was smiling at you as you were lost in the thought of her. "Sorry," you said shyly.
"For what?" she asked. "Having naughty thoughts about me?"
You shifted in your seat. "How did you know I was--"
"It's written all over your face clearer than the words in this book," she answered. "Plus there's a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth." She laughed as you wiped your mouth. "I'm teasing you," she added, standing up and walking over to you. She removed her shirt revealing the tank top beneath it. She knew you loved seeing her in that. "Better?" she purred seductively. She motioned for you to put your legs up on the sofa.
"Much," you said, stretching out on the sofa as she wished.
She straddled your waist and put her hands on either side of your head before lowering herself down to kiss you. You moaned lightly as her tongue explored your mouth. Soon you were moaning even louder as she started to grind herself against you.
Her lips moved to your ear. She nipped and nibbled at your lobe. "Is this what you wanted?" she whispered into your ear. You nodded as your voice had suddenly been lost in the excitement. She rocked her pelvis harder against you, bringing out more sounds from deep within you.
Your hands found their way to her hips and you pulled her towards you with an uncontrollable need to feel her against you as much as possible. You slid one hand up under her shirt, wishing to feel the warmth of her skin. "I need you," you finally spoke. It was a faint, breathy plead, but she heard you.
She sat upright and began fiddling with your pants, trying to unfasten them. Your pulse sped up with anticipation. When her eyes locked on yours, you felt a surge of electricity shoot to your very core. She grinned, knowing exactly how you felt. She got your pants undone and--
"Captain," a male voice appeared from the air, "You're needed on the bridge."
"Dammit, Chakotay," she groaned before actually replying to say she would be right there.
You let out a heavy sigh and she shrugged at you.
"This'll have to wait," she frowned as she fastened your pants back up. She crawled off of you and put her other shirt back on. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
You were sitting up by now and looking disappointed. You tried to smile, not wanting it to feel like it was her fault for having to leave you like this. "Duty calls," you said with faux cheer.
Buttoning up her uniform, she leaned down and kissed you. "I promise," she reassured. And you knew she meant it. "Stay the night," she said, on her way out. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
And with that, she was back to work.
#kate mulgrew#captain janeway#star trek voyager#kathryn janeway#janeway x reader#fanfic#janeway fanfic#yeah ive done a similar fic but i cant help it#see this is why i need ai help#this was done on my own and i can never write the good stuff#so it ends abruptly lol#i mean i have written smut but not well so yeah
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ELANI: If Vulcans don't feel anything, does that mean you don't love them? TUVOK: My attachment to my children cannot be described as an emotion. They are part of my identity, and I am incomplete without them. “Innocence,” Voyager
for all that spock was conceived and framed as the voice of abstract reason in TOS, the way they created the biology and culture of vulcans is so much more sensual than it seems most star trek productions want to explicitly depict. by my read of this alien conceit, they have to be the most sensual based on the fact that they are portrayed as the most in control. this requires a conscious awareness of the body and its movements in the world and its internal functions and its relationship to other bodies and what it means to sense anything at all, how to categorize it, how to draw meaning from it, etc.
anyway it makes me emotional that this is the language tuvok uses to describe his devotion to his children. it always annoys me when fans and showrunners alike make the “unemotional aliens” into the “repressed aliens”, implying the absence of an emotion expressed is always the utter smothering of it. but this small description (“i am incomplete without them”) could be argued is either about an abstract expression or an embodied one and i think it really tries to imagine what it means to define oneself through Logic. and it’s not less for not being a love “felt” or even named “love at all—it’s interesting and good.
#also not to be annoyingly Smug: but i totally wrote the same thing in one of my t’pura fics#to be “of” someone. not “love” someone#this episode was so lovely and fascinating and sweet and i love tuvok so much#star trek#voyager#vulcans#tuvok
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Re-reading my favourite Voyager fanfic: the Talking Stick/Circle series by Macedon & Peg Robinson.
It’s from 1996, but I keep coming back to it every few years. It was written while the series was airing, so it deviates from canon around season 2 or 3. The whole series shows what Voyager possibly could’ve been, had the writers not abandoned the division between Starfleet and the Maquis so quickly. The characters have real conflicts, but manage to work through them in a way that feels organic and not contrived. The relationship between Janeway and Chakotay also feels more adult than it often does in fic— there’s romance, but the story takes its time getting there. There’s also a variety of original characters who are interesting and diverse. Anyway, it’s not a perfect fic, but it’s a great one that shouldn’t be forgotten!
#star trek#star trek voyager#st voyager#voyager#fanfic#fic rec#100pizzas thinks about star trek too much#st:voy#janeway x chakotay#talking stick/ circle
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