#janeway/paris

[regionalpancake]

@grissomesque it's your fault that I'm sat here imagining them on the bridge like this

[divinemissem13]

Just noticed that in Tuvok’s dream, Janeway grabs Tom’s hand. Always thought of Tuvok as a JC shipper but now… 🤔

[cicaklah]

HAPPY THRESHOLD DAY!!!

fandom: threshold day

pairing: janeway/paris

rating: non-explicit (lizard) baby making & weird vibes

summary:

He’s the only being in history to have occupied every space simultaneously in the entire universe twice, and everyone is fixating on that he fell for the one person who knows what that feels like? Surely the gods fall for each other all the time. It can’t be that strange, if you think about it for a fucking minute.

tagged: Episode: s02e15 Threshold (Star Trek: Voyager), happy threshold day, Grief/Mourning, godhood, she's a little bit eldritch and he's a little bit fucked up, what if we were the only humans to ascend to godhood but also we were in starfleet?, a weird story but in a nice way, forgetting and remembering, Graffiti, the truth will be written on the toilet wall

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ya girl can't help herself. have a weird story about the only two people to go to warp 10 fucking about it. also there's some stupid lower decks people in there, which is basically my signature at this point.

[lindsaybob]

I haven’t been on tumblr for ages but I just rewatched the Lower Decks episode ‘We’ll Always Have Tom Paris’ and I just needed to put it out there that I think somebody should write me a Janeway/Paris fic where Janeway affectionately makes fun of Tom for thinking Boimler was a Kazon and attacking him. I think that would be adorable.

[janewaypiamber]

Help me

Fanfiction Recommendations needed.

I have recently seen posts of people requesting fanfiction recommendations. I am new to ao3. I have been reading Fanfiction since 2011 (since I was 13) on Fanfiction. net. I have no idea how to find good J/C Fanfiction and transition to ao3. Any recommendations?

Ships I like to read:

Janeway/Chakotay (my OTP)

Janeway/Paris (only in fanfiction J/C is my OTP)

Tom/B'elanna (not many on FF.net)

Genres I like:

Not entirely sure bc I never used the tagging system 🤪

Episode tags

Missing scene

Fix it

Time travel

Romance

Hurt/Comfort

Secret Romance

Help me idk too many subcategories

Send me a good:

AU- Have not read a good J/C AU please recommend.

Next generation -- canon characters' children: Never found a FF for J/C.

Recommendations for tags/subcategories of genre you like to read.

Any J/C fanfiction you love

[curator-on-ao3]

May I greedily request another dialogue prompt ficlet, please?

Janeway/Paris (or Janeway&Paris would also be good; it doesn’t have to be romantic) - “What are you doing out here by yourself?”

Not greedy at all — request away, @lindsaybob! 💕 These are fun. 🥰

I’m going to go AU on this one for a post-Endgame established relationship. Fingers crossed you like it, and please keep the prompts coming, y’all.

———

In This Place of Dreams, We Find Ourselves

McKinley Station is as bustling as ever, computer chirps overlapping low-toned conversations, clipped orders, and seemingly far away reverberations of metallic clangs.

But it was silence that brought Tom out from their temporary quarters, doors parting so he could squint in the bright light of night shift, try to saunter as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, as if the grey-shouldered uniform he was issued doesn’t somehow feel like a betrayal of the red shoulders he wore for those seven years out there.

Kathryn had said she was going to take a walk. And Tom is used to that, used to her insomnia and her fears that would grow too big for their quarters on Voyager and her need to go away and come back because coming back to something — to someone — would remind her that it’s possible to come home again.

But now they are home, technically, and she’s doing it again.

Maybe she’ll always be like this. Maybe those seven years have changed her, etched a new personality over the old one.

Maybe not.

There’s a narrow corridor not far from the port docking clamps, an out of service section of the station overlooked by most adults. But children, bored admirals’ children brought to McKinley Station and told to entertain themselves with a padd while their flag officer parent sat in meetings, those children can find the narrow corridor, follow it until they reach the open-air turbolift, then tap in the access code that’s easy to guess because who sets Federation Day as an access code if they don’t want children to be able to guess it?

Tom retraces his childhood steps, keys in the old access code, and the turbolift rises. And it’s funny because people say visiting a place from childhood should feel strange, proportions out of place and objects seeming too small, but everything is just as he remembers, just as he and Kathryn talked about so many times once they both realized that, separately, they had found this place and stood on small tiptoes to try to get to the top faster, stolen lift ride ascending until it reached the top.

He’s at the top now, the lift settling with the same seeming sigh of accomplishment.

And awe.

The old, floor-to-ceiling transparent dome gives a clear view: Earth, Mars, the asteroid belt and beyond, every star gleaming, ships gliding past, motion as observed from stillness. This is the station’s original docking control room, a function long-since moved to deck six for closer proximity to other station operations, old computers left behind for reasons lost to time.

But nothing could beat this view.

Kathryn is sitting cross-legged on the floor, her back resting against an out-of-date console. She doesn’t turn from the stars — her stars, her North Star that became his North Star to get the crew home — but she must know it’s him because her voice is a gruff imitation of his father: “What are you doing out here by yourself?”

That’s what Owen Paris had said when he caught Tom in this room, small arms out pretending to be nacelles, flying, flying, flying.

So Tom pitches his voice to the timbre of Edward Janeway: “Young lady, you had better explain yourself.”

Because of course Kathryn got caught, too, her padd clattering as it hit the floor, her childhood equations an attempt to determine quantum efficiencies for every type of luminescence of matter she saw through the dome.

She chuckles now, pats the floor next to her, and he sits, her head finding its place on his shoulder, familiar weight in this room they’ve never been to together but both visited alone.

“They say we all become our parents.” He speaks in his own voice, words he feared until he could see the divergence of his life���s path from the Parises who came before him.

Kathryn speaks as herself, too. “I don’t think they meant it literally.”

“Nah.”

And they should talk — as themselves — about what it means to be home and about all the things they said they would do once they got back to Federation space. They should talk about … everything … from tomorrow’s briefings to the future beyond winding down Voyager’s first mission.

But, instead, he sits in a room where he was a child and she was a child, and he stares at Earth, Mars, the asteroid belt and beyond, gleaming stars and gliding ships.

He pretended to fly here.

She tried to make scientific discoveries here.

Now he’s flown farther than anyone else ever has and she has a stack of scientific discoveries that will keep headquarters busy for years.

And, yet, here they are in this place where they separately, silently, stole off to dream.

Together.

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Send me an ask with character(s) and a prompt and I’ll do my best to dream up something you’ll like. ❤️

[arcadia75]

Goodbye 2022!

So for the past couple years I’ve picked a favorite story for each month at the end of the year that I enjoyed.  Truth be told, I haven’t read much fanfic in 2022.  I enjoyed my foray back into the Voyager fandom for the past 5 years, and am enjoying the new Treks that we’ve gotten, but it’s time to move on.  Just time and distance and life have left me not engaging in the fandom much.  So, I leave you with a recap of my previous lists.  Maybe you’ll find a favorite you’ve forgotten about.  

Favorites by Year

2021 Favorite Fics

2020 Favorite Fics

2019 Favorite Fics

2018 Favorite Fics

Some other Favorite Lists

(some of) My Favorite Voyager Stories that are greater than 50K words!

(some of) My Favorite “classic” J/C Authors from Back in the JetC days

(some of) My Favorite Short(ish) Endgame Fix-It stories

(some of) My Favorite Voyager Stories with Timey-Wimey Stuff

(some of) My Favorite Winter/Christmas/Holiday Voyager Stories

(some of) My Favorite Stories Set in the Relaunch Novel Universe

(some of) My Favorite Timeless inspired fic

[curator-on-ao3]

Okay, so this older work of mine isn’t exactly that, but if anyone is interested in a post-Endgame unholy alliance of Voyager “Threshold” canon and TNG “Force of Nature” canon (with a generous helping of Voyager “Distant Origin” canon), I can deliver that:

Asunder (T), 14,444 words

Relationships: Kathryn Janeway/Tom Paris, Chakotay & Kathryn Janeway, Harry Kim & Tom Paris

A sampling of the many tags: action/adventure, in medias res, established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, chronic pain, grief/mourning, repercussions, technobabble, the nonsensical science is canon, hopeful ending

voyager finale but Future Janeway shows up on Voyager in the present and is like “where are the lizard children you need to pick up the lizard children you LEFT them” because 23 years in the future the lizard children organize power and want to destroy the alpha quadrant as revenge for being abandoned

[iamthecutestofborg]

I know the holidays can be stressful, so this Threshold Day try to keep in mind what really matters. It's not about the gifts or the shopping, it's about breaking the warp barrier. Threshold Day is meant to be a time of transformation (into a lizard), love (for your captain/lizard wife), and spending time with your family (of lizard babies) before you abandon them on a planet forever and never think about them again.

Happy Threshold Day everyone, and don't forget to leave milk and cookies out for Tom Paris as he travels at warp 10 and exists simultaneously at every point in the universe!

[evviejo]

STAR TREK: VOYAGER - S7E5 Critical Care

[itberice]

[divinemissem13]

I'm so excited to finally be able to share this, now that the authors are finally revealed from the Enemies to Lovers exchange!! I hope you enjoy reading even half as much as I enjoyed writing!

Arachnia, Queen of the Spider People, is bored. Her fiendishly brilliant and exhaustingly monotonous husband, Doctor Chaotica is chasing after Captain Proton AGAIN while Arachnia languishes alone on her throne (which, to her eternal dismay, is just slightly smaller than her husband's).

[toastandcheesea]

mass-posting old art today

[syrena-of-the-lake]

I started this exactly a year ago, and finally managed to finish and post at the 11th hour on Threshold Day.

If I had poll capability, I would set one up so you could choose your preferred author’s note: I’m sorry / you’re welcome.

Instead, I give you whatever this is:

Words: 3275

Pairing: Kathryn Janeway/Tom Paris

Author’s warning: no betas, we die like Tom (it’s not pretty but it’s only temporary)

Summary: An unholy combination of “Resolutions” and “Threshold” featuring Kathryn Janeway, Tom Paris and New Earth. Part crack treated more-or-less seriously, part metaphysical musing, in the spirit of the original. Such is the duality of salamanderkind.

Happy Threshold Day, everyone! 🦎❤️🦎

[fly-casual-bro]

Designed a t-shirt to commemorate this emmy-award-winning Star Trek episode. It's sparkly. All hail the salamanders ✨