#Chakotay/Janeway

[exasperatedoctopus]

Do you ever have a ship that you prefer to look at out of the corner of your eye? Like, reading stuff focusing on them is fun, but there’s a special sort of joy that comes from seeing them do unhinged things at each other in the background of some greater narrative.

[bizships]

What happened with jc?

Star Trek Prodigy blessedly happened. Season 2 basically made them canon after their reunion. (A main plot of Prodigy is Janeway searching for a lost in time Chakotay.

This is from their reunion:

These scenes and more certainly show they’ve acknowledged their feelings and are likely in a relationship.

[temperatelogic]

I'm noticing a fair amount of crossover amongst those who ship Mulder/Scully, Chakotay/Janeway, and Sheppard/Weir. Which of course for me means that I will eventually, inevitably, be writing Sparky fic along with the fic I write for two other 25+ year old defunct shows.

[maliciousalice]

I keep thinking about what she will find on Tars Lamora Lyrics are from:

[divinemissem13]

It was thunderstorming this morning so I wrote an angsty little J/C one-shot. Enjoy!

[lupines-slash-recs]

Rec: Stalemate by Oparu

Title: Stalemate Author: Oparu Canon: Star Trek VOY Pairing: Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay Rating: Mature [🍊] Word Count: 17,459 Summary: An Endgame and Full Circle fix-it. Decades after Kathryn Janeway’s

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[bizships]

Reblogging always

- I remember my last visit there. I was given my general orders for Voyager's first mission: Proceed to the Badlands, and find the Maquis. - The orders that brought us together.

[bizships]

Just watched Cathexis and after Chakotay awakens from his coma, with both of Kathryn’s hands on his chest he says, “It’s like I never left.”

Which is the same thing he tells Kathryn on Cracked Mirror during their reunion. With her hand on his chest.

What a lovely parallel!

[divinemissem13]

Aftermath

Angstober, day 28: Face the consequences / Flufftober, bonus prompt: wearing each others' clothes Fandom: Star Trek Voyager Ship: J/C AO3 link

Kathryn and Chakotay knew things wouldn't be easy when they return from New Earth. But they certainly didn't expect this.

Kathryn sat in her quarters, looking out at the stars. A cup of coffee was untouched on the window ledge and she leaned on one elbow next to it. She wasn’t going to drink it, but the bitter aroma was soothing nonetheless. She shivered in the cool recycled air and longed for the warm breezes of New Earth. And the warm arms. 

The stars outside the ship were unfamiliar again for the first time in weeks. It was discouraging that just as she was beginning to accept that those stars over New Earth would be the last stars she’d ever see (they had even begun naming them and picking out constellations), she had been forced to adjust to new stars all over again. Was this the life she had to look forward to? Wandering blindly and alone through the vast, dark, and perilous Delta Quadrant? 

Maybe not completely alone, she remembered, her free hand ghosting down the front of her shirt - one of Chakotay’s tunics that had mysteriously ended up in her quarters instead of his. 

How could I have been so careless? she chided herself.  To allow herself to fall for her first officer had been a mistake from the start. Even if they did remain on that planet for the rest of their lives, a million things could have gone wrong, could have broken them apart, and then she would have truly been alone. Stupid. 

When they had been beamed directly to sickbay that morning, Kathryn assumed that would be the worst part of her day. Things could only get better from there, even incrementally. The virus was gone only seconds after the Doctor administered the hypospray to her neck, leaving her feeling shocked and just a little dizzy. The sharp pain which had nothing to do with the virus reigniting in her blood wouldn’t be defeated quite so easily, she knew. But it would dull with time. 

Or so she thought. But then… 

Kathryn’s thoughts were interrupted by the chime of her doorbell. There was only one person that could be - the person she most and least wanted to see. 

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[bizships]

Deeper than friendship, deeper than love.

Find Me as the Creature I Am, Emily Jungmin Yoon

[divinemissem13]

Regrets, I’ve Had a Few

Fictober, day 14: “If you don’t stop now—”

Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager

Ship: Chakotay/ Janeway

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Chakotay finishes his watch and goes to find Kathryn. Things have been… awkward between them since they were rescued from New Earth. But here they are, stranded on another planet in the Delta Quadrant - a much less hospitable one, by the way - and despite the overwhelming sense of guilt and panic, Chakotay has also been assaulted with beautiful memories of their previous exile ever since they arrived. The whiplash he is experiencing can only be truly understood by one other person.

Chakotay is not surprised to find her half hidden behind a large boulder at the outskirts of the clearing. Close enough to the crew to hear if anything goes wrong, but far enough away that she could have some modicum of privacy. Chakotay approaches the boulder quietly, not wanting to disturb her in case she is actually asleep. Of course she is not, and her head turns sharply in his direction when his foot hits a pebble that goes skittering across the dusty ground.

“Knock knock,” he says with an apologetic smile.

“Who’s there?” she responds wryly.

“May I join you?”

“It’s a free planet. Most likely.” She gestures to the barren dirt surrounding her, indicating for him to take a seat.

He does, a little closer to her than she probably would have liked, but he can’t bear the distance between them on this already inhospitable and isolated planet. She won’t say so, but he expects she feels the same.

They sit, side by side, leaning against the large rock that conceals them from the rest of the crew and Chakotay decides to take a chance; he takes her hand. To his surprise, she does not pull away. Quite the opposite, in fact, she turns her hand to interlace her fingers with his.

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[homewrecking-lore]

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@janegreygardens tags

She’s remembering a night… perhaps on a moonlight sail… or last night. 😘

But the fact that she doesn’t even wait until he’s turned around to stare at his ass as he walked away. Like girl, obvious much? 😘

[divinemissem13]

Spring, 2380

Chapter 3 of "Nel mezzo del cammin...." AO3 link Start at Chapter 1

The sky is so clear out here in the country. On a cloudless night, you can see every single star which makes it the ideal place to watch the First Contact Day fireworks. In San Francisco, we would be closer to the show, but ambient city lights and tall buildings would block the view. 

From my family’s farm, we can see the fireworks display in Bloomington as clear as day. 

“Let’s go watch from under the tree,” he says with a hint of mischief in his smile. 

I raise an eyebrow, trying to figure out what he is up to. Whatever it is, I’m not going to make it easy. “The branches will block our view,” I point out, but he just takes my hand and pulls me toward the path. “It’s too cold,” I try, even though it's actually a pretty mild night for early April. 

He responds by putting an arm around my waist and pulling me closer as we walk. “I’ll keep you warm,” he murmurs and the shiver that runs through me has nothing to do with the weather. He won’t get any more arguments from me. 

We get close to my old thinking tree and I realize why Chakotay was so determined to get me down here tonight. In the dim light of dusk, I see a blanket laid out near the tree, far enough out that the branches won’t get in our way after all. There is a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice and a wooden basket that I suspect contains fruits and cheeses.

“Champagne? All these years together and I had no idea First Contact Day meant so much to you,” I tease.

He nuzzles into my neck and whispers, “That’s not the kind of contact I’m interested in celebrating tonight.” 

I can’t help it, I burst out laughing, right in his face. I swat him on the chest and tell him “That was bad, even for you,” and then I kiss the tip of his nose so he knows that I still find him charming, bad jokes and all. 

He kneels down to open the basket, to set up the food, I think. But when he turns around, he is holding out something small and sparkly and definitely not edible and I fall to my knees in front of him. I take his face in both hands and I kiss him in answer to the question he hasn’t even asked yet. He doesn’t need to; I’ve never needed to hear it. We’ve both known the answer for years. 

He slips the ring on my finger and even though it’s not quite dark enough for the show to start, I would swear on a stack of Starfleet Manuals that I see fireworks.

[nagusposting]

it's everyone's favorite holiday

SHITPOST DUMP AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[bumblingbabooshka]

People honestly portray Tuvok as far too "rolling his eyes, reluctantly going along with Janeway's silly little shenanigans" - he's literally so serious about being right there with her on every decision she makes. Janeway's like "I'm going to stay behind if the ship blows up" and Tuvok's like "I'm staying with you." Janeway's like "I'm going to deliver every member of the Equinox crew into the jaws of death via an alien revenge massacre" and Tuvok protests a grand total of one time before being fully on the bridge assisting her. He was the only one with her when she made the decision to honor the caretaker's wishes and save the Ocampa, dooming them all. He was willing to get court marshalled in order to fulfill a wish she couldn't grant by her own hand: Get them home [no matter what happens to me] <- wherein 'me' is Tuvok. This was the same wish that spurred him forward when he had to leave her on that planet and everyone left thought him cold for trying to fulfill it without her when in his mind it was akin to a dying wish, the last thing she'd ever express to him: Get them home [no matter what happens to me.] <- wherein 'me' is Janeway. He told Seven that the golden rule to follow is that the captain is "ALWAYS RIGHT" <- (His ACTUAL words) and when Seven asks if the captain should be followed even if someone KNOWS she's wrong he says "Perhaps." This man is perhaps the most ride or die dude in the universe about Janeway. Despite her labeling him her 'moral compass' he is by NO means impartial or unbiased. He'd defend her to his last breath. He canonically makes detailed psychological observations about her and has for years. He accounts for her luck when calculating the success of certain plans. It's implied in 'Twisted' that Janeway typically listens to Tuvok's suggestions and follows them nearly without fail - to the point that he's surprised and obviously irritated when Chakotay doesn't. Despite this they've been inside one another's quarters so infrequently that Tuvok can remember each instance. They call each other "Captain" and "Mr. Tuvok" even though they've known each other for twenty years. There's something wrong with them.