#christine chapel fanfiction

[starfleetimagines]

Slow and Steady [C. Chapel]

Pairing: Christine x female reader

Word count: ~1k

Summary: Y/N and Christine are best friends. After spending the day together, Y/N admits to not only being bisexual but having feelings for Christine, too.

Notes: Requested by an anon. This is my first time writing for Christine and my first full Trek fic in a while, so I apologize at its quality. Still accepting queer prompts for Pride month!

Tag list: @agent-catfish-kenobi @space-helen @plaguedoctorsnake @shadyfirecollector

Yours and Christine’s laughs bounce of the walls of the corridor as you make your way through the ship.

“I can’t believe you almost let me buy that,” you say between laughs.

Christine grins at you. “I didn’t know what it was! If I had realized sooner I would have stopped you before the shopkeeper came over.”

You roll your eyes, but smile. While the Enterprise is docked at a space station for a few meetings, most of the crew has been granted some R&R time, either on the station or on the ship. You and Christine decided to have a friend date on the station and see what it had to offer. You went to a few restaurants and a bar, visited a Vulcan meditation garden, visited an old fashioned movie theatre, and walked around the shopping level where you almost bought a Klingon sex toy.

In your defense, the shop had been called Treasures of the Galaxy and boasted their collection of items from all different worlds. What you thought was a pretty vase had been sometime else entirely. Luckily no one other than Christine had witnessed that, so at least you wouldn’t be teased about it by anyone else.

“I would have bought it for you if I’d known you were so into that kind of thing,” she muses teasingly.

You shove her shoulder and scoff. “You’re terrible.”

“I know.” She flashes you a grin and you can’t help but smile.

When you reach your quarters, you tilt your head to the side. “Want to come in? It’s not too late.”

Christine smiles cheekily. “Why, Y/N, if I had known I would be invited over I would have at least paid for dinner.”

You smirk and open the door. “You can buy next time.”

“So my lack of date etiquette hasn’t put you off?” she asks as she walks backwards into your quarters.

You laugh, though you wish you were both being serious. “Not in the slightest.”

“Good. Because I need someone to explore places with me.” She walks to your couch and gestures for you to sit with her. “Spock will only do so much with me.”

You give her a look as you sit next to her. “I thought you were over that.”

“What? Over Spock?” She smiles and leans her elbow against the back of the couch, propping her cheek against her closed fist. “I am. Don’t get me wrong, he’s amazing to look at, and I like spending time with him, but that silly little crush is long gone.”

“Oh.” You hope she can’t see the relief on your features.

“But speaking of crushes,” she drawls, shifting to pull her knees up. “That guy at the bar was totally flirting with you.”

“What?” You scoff.

Christine raises an eyebrow and smiles. “He was cute. You should have asked him out.”

You shook your head and looked away. “I didn’t really notice.”

“Really?” She laughs quietly.

“I was distracted,” you reply simply and you lean your foot out to nudge her ankle.

“Oh come on, I’m not that distracting,” she defends with another laugh.

You shrug and smile at her softly. “You can be.”

Christine rolls her eyes playfully. “Well, I’m sorry for cockblocking you, then.”

You laugh at her choice of words. “You didn’t. I… Kind of have my eye on someone else, anyway.”

Christine leans forward, eager to learn more. “Oh? What’s his name?”

You shift and clear your throat. Christine doesn’t know that you’re bi. She’s only ever heard about your ex—a guy you dated at the academy—and your attraction to women never really came up. You didn’t want your coming out to her being you admitting your feelings for her, but… The way she looks at you, the way she touches you every chance she gets, the way she laughs with you… It gives you hope that maybe the feelings are mutual.

“Um. Her name,” you mumble.

“Oh,” Christine says, then shrugs a little and smiles. “Okay, what’s her name?”

You try to hide a grin. Of course, you knew she’d react fine. She herself isn’t straight, and you knew it wouldn’t really be a big thing. But sharing this part of yourself with her, no matter how she feels about you, feels freeing and comforting.

“Um,” you repeat. “Her name is Christine.”

You see her eyebrows furrow and her lips part slightly.

Your heart hammers against your ribs, and you try your best to ignore it as you move closer. “It’s you. I uh. Maybe kind of have a crush on you? And I know you’re not—not really big on commitment and relationships stress you out and we don’t have to do anything or—or be anything but um—I thought you should know—”

Christine leans forward and cups your cheek with her warm, soft hand. “Y/N,” she says softly.

Your tongue darts out between your lips and you meet her gaze. You see a tenderness in her eyes that makes your stomach flip.

“Y/N,” she repeats, quieter this time, barely a whisper. Then she closes the gap between the two of you and kisses you. You involuntarily sigh through your nose and lean closer. The kiss is short, only lasting a few moments, but you’re both smiling stupidly when it ends.

“Wow,” you whisper, and Christine giggles.

“You’re adorable,” she says, leaning up to feather a kiss to your forehead.

Blushing you smile. “So… Can we consider today our first official date?”

Christine smiles, too, but she leans back a little bit. “I… I want to. But… You said it yourself, relationships stress me out.” When your smile falls, she quickly continues, “I want to try it though! With you, I… you make me feel like I could do it. But I just. Can we go slow?”

You wrap your arms around her neck loosely and nod. “Of course. We can go at whatever pace makes you most comfortable. I get it, I really do. I’m not going anywhere.”

Christine visibly relaxes and she sighs. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“I try,” you reply with a smile.

Laughing quietly, Christine leans closer and kisses you again and this time, it lasts longer than just a few moments.

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Sample Size: 1,096 stories

Source: AO3

[space-dog-from-space]

When Jim Kirk goes missing in Yosemite National Park, Nyota Uhura goes to the park to investigate his disappearance. Along the way, she meets with old friends, and makes a new one in Christine, a strange yellow eyed woman who lives in the woods, and is perhaps more than she seems.

Uhura Month Day 12

Prompt: "Supernatural AU"

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Words: 45231

Rating: Teen+ Audiences

Relationship(s): Christine Chapel/Nyota Uhura, Janice Rand & Nyota Uhura, Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Nyota Uhura, Hikaru Sulu & Nyota Uhura

Characters: Nyota Uhura, Christine Chapel, Janice Rand, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Hikaru Sulu, James T Kirk

Additional Tags: Modern AU, Supernatural AU, Mystery, Gun Violence, Gunshot Wounds, Werewolves, Missing 411

[neuroprincess]

☆ STAR TREK MASTERLIST ☆

MAIN MASTERLIST | TAGLIST | open requests

♡ fluff | ☆ smut | ❀ angst

⤷ B'Elanna Torres

To be written...

⤷ Christine Chapel

To be written...

⤷ Deanna Troi

To be written...

⤷ Kathryn Janeway

To be written...

⤷ Kira Nerys

Tequila, Whiskey & Bloodwine ❀♡

⤷ Number One | Una Chin-Riley

To be written...

⤷ Headcanons

To be written...

⤷ Preferences

How you met each other ❀♡

Cooking Together ♡

⤷ Special | Fanfiction

The Tree of Life (J7; f) ❀♡☆

[thethirdromana]

Trektober day 12: When the Working Day is Done

(prompt: shore leave)

“I want fresh air and a big sky over my head,” said Una, unconsciously glancing up at the low ceiling of the Port Galley. 

“I want to eat something that didn’t come from a replicator,” said Joseph, picking at his breakfast. “Something with ingredients I haven’t eaten a hundred times before.”

“I just want to do nothing for a few days,” said La’an. 

Christine shook her head at her crewmates. “I don’t know what kind of boring shore leave you’re all planning, but I want strobe lights, loud music and something to drink that I can actually get drunk on.”

Erica toasted her with her coffee cup. “Right on,” she said. “Add in a sexy woman or two and that’s my idea of a perfect shore leave.”

“Come with me!” said Christine. “No need to go camping or whatever these guys have planned. We can go to Exmunis Prime and find ourselves a dancefloor.”

“It’s a date,” said Erica.

Una caught Christine’s eye for a moment and raised one eyebrow. But Christine shook her head. She was pretty sure that wasn’t what Erica meant.

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[lipstickonmylabcoat]

A collection of haiku for the 2023 Star Trek Potluck Dinner @startrekpotluck featuring Number One and Christine Chapel from Strange New Worlds. I love these two!

Love, Separation, Reunion

I didn’t think I would have something ready as life and other fic writing has taken my attention, but I drafted a couple of quick haiku. Enjoy. Thanks for the opportunity to be part of this fun fandom event once again. 🖖🍰 🥃

[your-own-scifi-nerd]

I want truthful, honest opinions on this. It’s the beginning of a fanfiction, and I don’t know whether I should keep at it. Also writing tips will help,and be as harsh as you want. I need it.

encounter(verb): to meet someone unexpectedly

Captain James T. Kirk sighed as he stumbled down the hallway, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder where Bones injected the cure to the strange virus that had infected the ship. The medical team had distributed the antidote in record time before Doctor McCoy had forced the entire Bridge crew at the time to end their shift early, allowing the vaccinated Gamma shift to take over. Kirk stumbled again over his own feet, before a hand wrapped itself around his forearm to keep him from falling.

"Careful, Captain. As your energy is drained, it would do you no good to fall before we reach your quarters," Spock's voice told him as they continued walking to the captain's room, his hand still wrapped around the shorter man's forearm.

"You're, right, Mr. Spock." He sighed, leaning against the wall near his door to enter the code. "I'm afraid that we will be unable to play chess tonight, as I'm-" he cut himself off as he noticed his code pad ripped apart, hanging by a couple of loose wires in the wall. He instantly stood straight and completely silent, Spock doing the same. They glanced at each other before slowly creeping into the room, both men ready for a fight.

The completely dark room took a moment to adjust to, but both could make out the sight of a figure huddled in the corner near the bed, a couple of things that had fallen off the selves surrounding it.

"Lights, sixty percent," Kirk called out, the lights coming on immediately.

A young girl, no older than eighteen, lay there glaring at them with big, red eyes through dark, thick lashes. She had tanned skin, giving her the look of someone from the Middle East. Her dark brown hair was tied away from her face, a dark line of red strands pulled together into the ponytail. She had dark freckles spotted all over her face, along with scars over her face and hands, which was the only visible skin, the rest covered by her clothes. Tight, black pants, a dark sweater of sorts covering what seemed to be a white turtleneck. All of these things were interesting, but the thing that caught the men's attention was the girl's obviously broken leg and the large cut bleeding out on her side

Kirk took a step forward to help, before a hand from Spock and a noise from the girl stopped him. She had raised her upper lip into a snarl, her sharp teeth obviously not human. The noise emitting from her was a growl, sounding like one of an animal predator. The noise didn't stop until the two men took a step back, but they didn't stop there. Kirk continued to walk him and his first officer backwards, out of the room, never taking his eyes off of the girl. When they were in the doorway, Kirk forced them to stop.

"Spock, call Doctor McCoy, tell him to bring his bag and to get over here quickly. I'll watch the girl.”

Spock nodded and ran down the hallway to follow the orders, returning a moment later to help the Captain. They continued to stare at the girl until she started to stand, wincing visibly as she did.

"Wait, don't-" Kirk took a step forward, but the girl once again started to growl. Spock put a hand on the captain's shoulder, before moving towards the girl. The growling slowly got louder, and Spock took notice of the girl's nails growing into claws.

As soon as he got close enough to touch her, the girl crouched into a fighting stance and tilted her head, watching him intently. Spock reached a hand forward, and she lunged at him.

Bones finally entered, going wide eye at the sight of Spock wrestling with a young girl. "Jim! What the hell-"

"Not the time, Bones! You got a hypo to get her sedated?!" Kirk yelled at him as he watched Spock and the girl. She obviously wasn't human, as Spock was struggling to hold her down, even with the Vulcan strength that he possessed.

Bones grabbed a hypo out of his pack, quickly approaching the two. "Hold her down Spock, just...keep...her...still..." he muttered, pressing the hypo into her neck as she slowly calmed down, before slumping on the ground. Spock finally got up and Kirk approached the group, bending down to examine the girl.

“Bones, I’ll get her to sickbay. Spock-”

"You're gonna do nothing of the sort, Spock here can take her to the sickbay. You need rest, and if you don't I'm going to inject you with what I injected in her," Bones commanded, leaving the room and gesturing for Spock to follow with the girl.

"The doctor is right, Captain. You should rest. I will take the young girl to the sickbay, and then I will take my rest in my quarters. Good night, Captain," Spock said before picking up the girl gently and following Bones. Kirk sighed before deciding he might as well do as they say. As soon as he's up, he'll check on the girl.

 

*

 

The morning had come, and Kirk found himself in the sickbay, sitting beside the girl. Bones had fixed her leg and the gash in her side, and as she slept she looked younger than she was. Kirk was right with his first guess, the medical scans showed that she was under eighteen, but over fifteen, female, and half human. Everything else was a mystery. Her past, her name, the other half of her species. Kirk was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Spock take a seat right next to him.

"Our shift will begin soon. I am certain that the girl will be alright, Captain. Doctor McCoy gave her the cure, and her injures have been healed," he stated, his hands still in his lap. Kirk sighed and leaned back, about to speak, Bones cutting him off.

“Her vitals are off the charts. Runs hotter than you, Spock, and I can only hope that that’s due to her half we don’t know. She woke up sometime in the night, Jim. I had injected her with the antidote earlier, and when she awoke all she did was stare at me. I gave her some food, light stuff. Soup. She inhaled it like I was gonna take it from her before passing back out."

"Food is food," a voice chimed in.

Kirk stared at the girl slowly sat up, not meeting any of the men’s eyes other than Spock’s. Her back was ramrod straight as she spoke. "Du nam-tor Vuhlkansu." It wasn't a question. Kirk glanced at Spock, who had quirked up an eyebrow in very well concealed surprise.

"Ha, nash-veh Vuhlkansu. Uf tor du stariben nash?"

"Wuh Vuhlkansu ha-tor k' nash-veh, au saven-tor nash-veh." She avoided Kirk's and Bone's eyes, keeping hers focused on Spock.

"You speak Vulcan impressively. Whoever taught you taught you well," Spock said in Standard, allowing the two human men to understand the conversation.

"Thanks, I guess. Listen, I don’t want any trouble. I just needed a ride. At the next space port or civilization with transportation that you arrive at, I’ll be out of your hair," she said, staring at Kirk right in the eye. Authoritative hazel stared into fiery red.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. You're a stowaway, but if you give us some information, we can help you out. Just, simple things, like your name-"

"Call me El.”

"-your family,-"

"Don't have one,” she stated keeping her nonchalant tone.

"or, what species you are."

The girl snorted. "'Fraid I don't have an answer for that one, buddy. Don't know myself."

Kirk sighed and leaned forward slightly. “Well, El, how’s your leg? And your side?”

El furrowed her brow, tilting her head in thought. “It’s….alright, I guess. Not hurting anymore.” She grinned, turning to Bones. “But can I have a lollipop? Isn’t that something that earth doctors do, Bonsey?”

"Yeah, yeah. Hold your stowaway ass right here." Bones waved her away, heading into the second part of the sickbay.

"How do you know his nickname?" Kirk questioned, nodding towards the other room.

El sighed. "I've been on this ship a month, Kirk. I know everyone here, and the name of this beauty," she paused, looking both him and Spock up and down. "Gotta say, pretty impressed with the scraps you get yourself in and out of."

"Miss El, am I correct in assuming that you arrived at the ship two point five three months ago, when we had docked at the starbase Ares II?" Spock cut in, cocking his head slightly to the side.

El nodded. “Was stuck on that planet for a bit when I saw your ship, and the rest is history. Also, no ‘Miss El’. I don’t like it, just call me El.”

“How did you find yourself on that planet, El?”

El just shrugged in answer, crossing her arms.

“El, how did you get injured?” Kirk asked after a moment of silence.

El mumbled incoherently.

"Would you please repeat that, El?"

She mumbled again, and yet again Kirk asked her to repeat it.

Kirk glanced from her hand back to her face. "Fine. I won't tell. Captain's honor," he smiled tersely, putting his hand over his heart. "Spock, we need your honor too."

Spock raised a brow, before his shoulders slightly loosened in the form of a sigh. "I won't tell as well, El. Vulcan honor." He put his hand over his heart. El copied him, nodding at their promise.

"Good. Now, where's my-"

Bones had returned, a red lollipop in his hand. El took it from him- "perfect timing, Bonsey-" and popped it in her mouth before taking it out. "Look, I hate sickbays. Not your fault doc, just not a fan of them. I'm useful. I can fix things, help out some places, whatever you need. Or, if you want, I'll-“

The boatswain's whistle of the ships communications cut her off. "Captain, we are approaching the nearby planet now," Uhura's voice called out of it.

Kirk looked trouble, glancing back at the girl. "Listen, I'll stick by you, or Spock's side for now. I can earn my freedom, and I know enough about how nice it is to not abuse it. Just let me outta here, and I'll be good," she pleaded, both eyebrows raised.

"It would be the most logical thing to do, Captain. We may ‘keep an eye on her,’ as you humans say, and decide on what we must do with her.”

Kirk sighed. "Fine. No funny business, and you'll stick by me for now. Got it?" He said, standing.

“Roger that! No trouble caused, promise. It’ll be like you never found me.”

Kirk sighed and nodded. "Okay. But, again, you need to be by me or Mr. Spock at all times."

"Yes, sir!" The girl saluted and launched herself off of the bed, landing gracefully on her feet. "But first, could I have my clothes back? I'm not one for..this." She pulled at the clothes she was wearing, something akin to a baggy, blag jumpsuit.

Christine Chapel walked in as soon as she finished saying that, the mended clothes of the young girl folded neatly in her hand. "Captain, Dr. McCoy told me to bring these clothes for the girl..." she trailed off, seeing her standing.

"Thanks, blondie. Talk about good timing," she said, taking the clothes with a smirk. The four watched as she dropped the clothes on the bed, holding up her sweater. She turned it around, before nodding in satisfaction. “You guys only mended it, right? Didn’t touch anything in it?”

Bones raised an eyebrow and crossed his hands behind his back. “Is there stuff in it?”

“Nah,” she stated, undoing the buttons on the jumpsuit. “I’m sure you’ve already noticed that I run at a high temperature. This sweater has internal heaters, cause without ‘em I get super uncomfy. Can’t control my damp heat, so I gotta run ‘em high.” She stepped out of her jumpsuit, leaving her in her undergarments.

All four of the occupants to averted their eyes elsewhere as she dressed. She handed the rumple jumpsuit back to Bones, who took it with a glare. She simply winked at him.

"Thanks, guys. Pretty good at this healing stuff.”

Kirk and Spock calmly walked out of the door, El following them to the side. "Just so you know, you might want to inform Scotty that the food replicator thingy is broken. I fixed it, but it's kinda hanging on the edge," she said calmly, shoving the lollipop in her mouth.

Kirk's eyes widened in surprise, and he and Spock shared a glance. "Thank you. You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to." She bit into the candy with a loud crunch. "I've been on ship after ship and I've never seen a beauty like this one. You should be proud of yourself, Captain. I would. I also wouldn't want anything to happen to the crew of a beautiful ship like this, 'cause who would take care of her?"

Kirk softly smiled at her, puffing out his chest in pride. "Thank you. She is a truly beautiful ship, and I'm lucky to have her."

When they reached the ship’s lift, El stuttered for a second as the two men entered and grabbed the handles.

“No other way to get to the bridge?”

Spock shook his head.

El sighed, as she stuff the now empty lollipop stick in a small pocket on the side of her sweater. “Listen, I don’t do…lifts. Bad experience. I’m gonna need to ask you something, if you could.”

“What do you need?” Kirk tilted his head, smiling confusedly.

“A lift on one of your guy’s back.”

There was silence as the two processed the request, before El sighed. “Look, it’s dumb, I know, and I guess I can just try. You know what, never mind, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.” She took a step forward, grimacing as she grabbed a handle, her knuckles turning pale aw she gripped it as hard as she could.

“El.” Kirk let go of the handle and turned his back towards her. Not a moment later he felt her weight as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. A face buried itself into his shoulder.

“Thanks,” came her muffled reply.

Kirk just grabbed the handle and called out, “Bridge.” He met Spock’s gaze, who had a small upturn of the lips.

“El, next time I suggest that I will carry you, as I have three times more the strength than the average human.”

El just turned her head to the sighed and nodded, before shoving her face back in Kirk’s shoulder. “I hate lifts,” she muttered. Both men caught it, and could only wonder what had happened that caused her to despise something every ship had.

Translations:

(Du nam-tor Vuhlkansu) - You are Vulcan.
(Ha, nash-veh Vuhlkansu. Uf tor du stariben nash?) - Yes, I am Vulcan. Where did you learn to speak it?
(Wuh Vuhlkansu ha-tor k' nash-veh, au saven-tor nash-veh.) - I lived with a Vulcan, he taught me.

[nike-ravus]

It has been only a few months since Sybok escaped once more and built an ugly trap for Spock--you can only save one, love (Christine) or logic (T'Pring), but the trap goes wrong and both women are sucked into a mysterious time vortex.

When the efforts of the Enterprise Crew get them out again, both women are changed, but with no memory of their time in the vortex. Christine struggles with depression and a feeling of futility, and T'Pring is plagued by uncontrollable rage.

Will discovering what happened inside the time vortex heal their damaged minds? Or must they choose to take more drastic steps?

[reallyneedsalife]

a pause is just a plaster

Summary:

Ortegas isn't magically fixed once the Enterprise moves out of the nebula, and she successfully gives the Bridge Crew a heart attack.

whumptober coda for S1 Ep8 The Elysian Kingdom

[lavendernarwhal72]

Me: *realizes Chapel and Mariner never interact in Those Old Scientists* Me: …hold my Orion Hurricane

[starryeyes2000]

SNW: Additional Scenes Season 2 - CALU

Episode 1: How Did You Know

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Pairing: Pike x Fem!OC (Aalin); Spock x Chapel

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Spock seeks counsel about his feelings for Christine.

Strange New Words Season Two additional scenes in the Chris/Aalin 'i carry your heart' universe. As there are few hints as to where Spock and Chapel's relationship is headed in this season, I've decided to post my Spock/Chapel scenes here.

This series contains spoilers for Strange New Worlds Season 2. Each chapter title will be prefaced with the episode number.

Excerpt:

When the transmission stream with from Starfleet Headquarters terminated, and with Admiral Robert April’s heated admonition still ricocheting around his head like a high-speed pinball, Spock propped his elbows on the conference table and buried his face in his hands, rubbing aching eyes and temples. A scolding from the brass concurrent with a headache pounding at the intensity of a level seven magnetic storm wasn’t the worst of it. The worst of it would come on Captain Pike’s return. Disappointing his commander and mentor far outweighed concrete punitive consequences such as dishonorable discharge and incarceration.

A frowning Sarek floated in his mind’s eye. Censure from his father was never difficult to conjure, unlike praise.

The notification chime sounded. Spock groaned audibly, considered answering ‘go away’ then squared his shoulders and straightened his uniform tunic. “Come.”

“Dim lights,” a quiet voice instructed the environmental controls. Aalin took an adjacent chair to the Vulcan and set a thermos between them. Her voice remained low and soft. “Chris’ surefire hangover cure. It tastes divine and will truly ease your symptoms. Having witnessed,” the corners of her mouth curved up, “or more accurately, lived through my very limited tolerance for alcohol he invented the concoction and keeps a batch in stasis. Med scanner pronounced it safe for you.”

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[marvellous-universe]

So... I did a thing.

After ready almost every Spapel fic that there is on AO3 (❤️) I can't help but think about how Spock and Christine's child would look like.

This is not adjusted at all - just the two faces thrown together and boom! I kinda like it ... but also it looks nothing like them, haha 😂 Will do some more adjustments around this, once I find time.

What do you think, what her/his name would be? And am I the only one who is fascinated by this idea??? 🥰

[roseymoseyberry]

Listen, is Killing Time so far an exceedingly gay read? Yes

But what I wasn't expecting was all the WOMEN who are COOL and STRONG and talk to each other!!! I didn't expect the gayness to grab me by my lesbian throat like this!!!!!

[silver-cleo]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV), The Librarians (TV 2014)

Relationship: Eve Baird/Flynn Carsen

Characters: Eve Baird, Flynn Carsen, Jenkins | Galahad (The Librarians), Number One | Una Chin-Riley (Star Trek), Christopher Pike, Christine Chapel, Spock (Star Trek), La'an Noonien-Singh, Nyota Uhura, Erica Ortegas, Joseph M'Benga, Hemmer (Star Trek), Jenna Mitchell, Admiral April (Star Trek) - Character

Additional Tags: Episode: s01e06 Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach (Star Trek: Strange New Worlds), Episode: s01e07 The Serene Squall (Star Trek: Strange New Worlds), Episode: s01e08 The Elysian Kingdom (Star Trek: Strange New Worlds), Fluff, Angst, Comfort, eve and una look alike, eve and flynn are married, post the librarians (2014), eve and flynn are in the future, Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Language: English

Summmary:

Shore leave has just ended for The Enterprise and her crew, but the end of that time comes with an important mission. Hosting 2 Veritas officials of Earth for 2 months, and then their transport back to Earth. Veritas carries a great presence on Earth, the oldest known institution, highly prestigious, invite only. Working above all governments on Earth for as long as it had been recorded in history. The Library has a job to do, a job only its best Librarian and Guardian can do; they must prove that magic is restricted to Earth.

[lipstickonmylabcoat]

A collection of haikus for the Writer’s Month Pride Month Bingo event @writersmonth. Four prompts from my card were filled - Good Ally, Wedding, Metamours and Late Coming Out.

Writer’s Month Pride Month Bingo

Fandoms - Star Trek Voyager, Star Trek Strange New Worlds, Star Trek Deep Space Nine

Pairings - Christine Chapel x Number One, Christine Chapel x Number One x La’an Noonien-Singh