I agree. I think all Janeway x Chakotay fanfic should be about them getting married and having seven babies, all with her blue eyes and his dimples, called Edward Janeway, Kolopak Janeway, Shannon Janeway, Katie-Gretchen-Sekaya Janeway, Chakoletta Janeway, and the twins, B’Elanna-Thomasina Janeway and Kestuvokia Janeway.

Kathryn should be a high-powered Starfleet Admiral with a constant maternal glow and wear nothing but pink satin nightgowns when she’s at home. Chakotay should quit Starfleet to become an anthropolarcheology professor.

They’ll live on her ancestral farm in Indiana and grow fields and fields of corn they tried to grow fucks, but the crops were blighted and Talaxian tomatoes. They will call each other “Love” and Kathryn will learn how to cook after several hilariously ill-fated attempts that usually end in pregnancy and Chakotay will carve wood. Lots and lots of wood. There will be wood everywhere, especially in the morning.

They will have adventures that involve such exciting dilemmas as “Alynna Nechayev is mean to Kathryn because there’s no possible way two powerful women could be supportive of each other and Kathryn starts to buy into it but Chakotay reminds her of what’s really important in life and that’s family of course” and “Miral Paris is mean to Edward but nonetheless he wants to marry her when he comes of age so the Janeway-Paris dynasty can live on even though it isn’t actually a thing but who cares because Miral and Edward will have eleventy children who will all become captains and pilots and engineers and anthropologists”.

And naturally Kathryn and B’Elanna will be BFFs and call each other ‘Kathryn’ and ‘B’E’ and swap child-rearing tips, and Tom will call Chakotay ‘Chak’ (when he’s not calling him ‘Big Guy’ or ‘Old Man’) and they will have a Bromance no homo.

And when there is no more cotton candy that can be spun about this perfect post-DQ life there will be coffee shop meet-cutes and highschool AUs and holy shit, you know what this fandom needs? a fucking Twilight AU, man, can someone please make that happen or is that too angsty? What even is angst because I don’t know anymore? Is it okay to have people die in these stories? How about if they’re 97 years old and surrounded by family? Or dogs - can dogs die? I mean I get sadder about that than I do about people dying? What about vegetables? Can the corn die or is that going to make all the country girls sad? Am I getting too existentialist here? I can’t help it.

I have a tooth ache now. I need to go write some Major Character Death seasoned with extreme depression and loneliness to restore my chi.

But thanks for your comment, anon. I value it, and you.

Originally posted by butteryplanet