How to look at your First Officer. #150
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Just another BFF* moment, @yousayperfect-isaystreep?
@lodessa I wonder what would their equivalent of a BFF bracelet be….
Just saying…
#Janeway x Chakotay#I mean we could pretty much say Kate x Beltran#oh those two BFFs#they were getting along so well on set…. off set…. just BFFing all the time#just watched some old interviews with Kate the other day and no one can tell me they weren’t BFFing AT LEAST during the first few seasons#((but come on knowing Kate it might still be happening occassionally she’s just such a BFF))#BFF has forever got this meaning now#like how jfc is ‘Janeway fucking Chakotay’
1) It’s possible (and fun) to debate the second F there, but they were definitely BF circa 1997 at the very very least.
2) That is definitely what both those acronyms mean.
Anonymous asked:
This one is as much meta as fic in a way. It’s the second thing I published in the Voyager/Janeway x Chakotay fandom. Basically it is a look at Chakotay’s experience of the events that take place during Scorpion. It spends a lot of time examining his motivations and intent in what he says and does in his interactions with Janeway and the way he is interpreting what she says and does in her interactions with him.
It assumes a relationship status/point for them in which they are sleeping together, but in a only infrequently and unpredictably when she decides to and “we don’t talk about it” way.
Example Sections:
“Three years ago I didn’t even know your name.” She smiles, looking at him with a tenderness that is mixed with something else as her gaze drags across his mouth and then back to his eyes, a vulnerability present she rarely allows to surface, “Today I can’t imagine a day without you.”
It is as close to a declaration as he has ever gotten from her, even on those rare occasions where she lets their bodies do the talking. Her eyes glisten with emotion and he understands that it is a declaration, even if it is not the traditional phrasing. For a moment he is convinced that she will lean into him, that they might lose themselves in one another for a tiny space of time.
“Agreed. The Northwest Passage is no longer an option.” She concedes, “So now the choice is between facing the Borg in their space or finding ourselves a nice planet here in the Delta Quadrant and giving up on ever finding home.”
He wants to tell her yes, that they should do just that. He wants to tell her they will make a new home, to offer to make good on his former assurances that it wasn’t too late for children if she wanted them. He wants to hold her in his arms and let her mourn. He would make the sacrifice of his own life for hers or the crew’s willingly, but he doesn’t want to throw either away. He can hear that isn’t what she believes, though. He can hear the determination in her voice to make it back to the Alpha Quadrant or die trying.
So instead he provides a different perspective: the one she needs.
“We’d be turning around, but we wouldn’t be giving up.” He assures her, “We may find another way home.”
Underneath all the stress and desperation there is a glint of excitement, Captain Kathryn Janeway wants to be the Starfleet Captain to have gotten the Borg on the ropes. He sees it suddenly, the other thing that is driving her.
“ But only one Collective, and we’ve got them over a barrel. We don’t need to give them a single bit of information, not until we’re safe. We just need the courage to see this through to the end.”
Ordinarily her optimism and refusal to be cowed are things he admires in her, but today her tunnel vision is blinding her. He knows that it is his job to try and pull her out of it, as her first officer, even if he loses whatever it is they have, as a man. He hopes it doesn’t come down to that, but he knows it is what is necessary if push comes to shove. She would tell him the same thing, if she could get free of this moment.
“Then I guess I’m alone, after all.” Her response stabs him through the heart. She knows it would. She knows he wants to be with her. She knows he wants her to rely on him. She won’t though, so he can’t. He fights the urge to say hurtful things. He fights the urge to capitulate so that she will let him back in. If he repents now, will she cling to him? If he submits to her willingly, will she open herself in relief. He is saved from the choice by her brisk, “Dismissed.”
That’s not a suggestion. It is an order, and the one thing they have agreed upon is that he will follow those. Besides, a moment more and this argument is about to turn to tears and the last thing he wants to do is to shame either of them with that. She’d never forgive him for it.
*Shipping heart soars*
Happy Janeway x Chakotay Monday!
The moment he touched her hand she felt it. Before this, she just saw Chakotay as a friend but now she was aware of everything in the room. Her breathing, the low hum of Voyager, the temperature, her stomach clenching making her feel nauseous. She was vaguely aware that Chakotay was talking and she was trying to concentrate on his words. He asked her to do something but she didn’t know what. Panic rushed through her body as she felt her face flush in embarrassment. Chakotay’s hands tightened a bit around hers as he moved her fingers into position and continued his explanation. Her body felt foreign and awkward. Time seemed to slow down, it felt like they had been sitting here for hours but in reality it was only a few minutes. Later that night back in her quarters, Kathryn lay in bed staring up at the ceiling unable to fall asleep. She tried to shake the feeling and explain it with logic. Try to convince herself what she thought she felt was not real. She was with Mark after all and Chakotay was her first officer. No it wasn’t a spark, she decided, he’s her friend nothing more. Even with her mind made up Kathryn stared up at the ceiling for hours, the knots in her stomach becoming tighter. Just friends she repeated in her mind. Just friends.
On the other side of the wall Chakotay also lay awake staring up at the ceiling. “She’s just your friend. Stop making it more than that” he mumbled to the dark room. He turned several times trying to get comfortable finally settling on his right side with a large sigh. Still not comfortable but tired of trying. Chakotay tried to think of anything but Kathryn but everything brought him back to her beautiful face, the freckles on the bridge of her nose he noticed sitting next to her tonight, her unique scent, the softness of her hands…he let out another large sigh and turned onto his left side. “Damn it” he grumbled.
*Shipping heart soars*
Happy Janeway x Chakotay Monday!
The moment he touched her hand she felt it. Before this, she just saw Chakotay as a friend but now she was aware of everything in the room. Her breathing, the low hum of Voyager, the temperature, her stomach clenching making her feel nauseous. She was vaguely aware that Chakotay was talking and she was trying to concentrate on his words. He asked her to do something but she didn’t know what. Panic rushed through her body as she felt her face flush in embarrassment. Chakotay’s hands tightened a bit around hers as he moved her fingers into position and continued his explanation. Her body felt foreign and awkward. Time seemed to slow down, it felt like they had been sitting here for hours but in reality it was only a few minutes. Later that night back in her quarters, Kathryn lay in bed staring up at the ceiling unable to fall asleep. She tried to shake the feeling and explain it with logic. Try to convince herself what she thought she felt was not real. She was with Mark after all and Chakotay was her first officer. No it wasn’t a spark, she decided, he’s her friend nothing more. Even with her mind made up Kathryn stared up at the ceiling for hours, the knots in her stomach becoming tighter. Just friends she repeated in her mind. Just friends.
On the other side of the wall Chakotay also lay awake staring up at the ceiling. “She’s just your friend. Stop making it more than that” he mumbled to the dark room. He turned several times trying to get comfortable finally settling on his right side with a large sigh. Still not comfortable but tired of trying. Chakotay tried to think of anything but Kathryn but everything brought him back to her beautiful face, the freckles on the bridge of her nose he noticed sitting next to her tonight, her unique scent, the softness of her hands…he let out another large sigh and turned onto his left side. “Damn it” he grumbled.
Very nice addition!
That would be simultaneously hilarious and adorable.
What I really want is it in comic panel format honestly. I want to see their faces.
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“My Janeway ship tags are all some variant of Janeway x Chakotay…. and…”
My heart kind of just exploded in my chest a little
Now I’m sort of imagining it being a thing later when they are actually together and her pet names for him are all coffee related. (What is the theme for his though? What does Chakotay really love other than Kathryn Janeway?)
When I’m not ‘shipping Janeway x Chakotay, I will always ‘ship Janeway with Coffee and with Voyager.
‘Shipping the Captain with her Ship!
…and we’re shipped out of here.
Ship shipping ship ship