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[lost-your-memory]

I just found you here and on twitter and am wondering if you’re on ao3 as well?

Helloo!Yes I am, here’s the link if you want to look! I’m mostly writing for Supercat and aside from the multi-chapters fics, you can find my one-shots & prompts on both Tumblr and AO3 ...Thanks for the ask! 

[mia-cooper]

Yoooo, gimme the juice on Icarus and Heads or Tails! Giive it to me real good!!!

Okaaaay

Icarus (wanky title change it) is the 5th instalment in my Parallels series, which has a total of 7 stories planned. Fun fact; initially I’d planned 10 stories and called it the Precarious Universe series because ‘Precarious’ spelled out the first letter of each story title, but by the time I’d finished writing story #4, Cold, I’d decided 7 stories would cover pretty much all the plot I wanted to develop in that universe. So I went for ‘Precise’ with the last three titles planned as Icarus, Subterfuge and either Endgame (urgh) or Exile. All of which now make me want to roll my eyes and stick my fingers down my throat in an endearingly immature manner.

Anyway, the story ‘Icarus’ is about my AU version of Voyager encountering the Equinox. It’s Tom Paris -centric and contains a lot of flashbacks to his post-Starfleet, pre-Maquis years. And it’s predominantly J/P but with a surprise pairing which I don’t want to spoil in case I ever finish writing it.

Heads or Tails is the next fic in my Party Games series and it’s basically OMG They Were Roommates and I might dust it off for the holiday season so I’ll just give you a snippet:

“Maybe you should take it easy on that stuff,” I suggest. “We could be here for a while.”

Kathryn bares her teeth at me and stalks over to shove my glass into my hand. “We wouldn’t be here at all if it weren't for you, Commander.”

She throws herself onto the couch, scowling and sipping her drink – more judiciously, I’m relieved to note.

“I seem to recall you conspicuously failing to object when I suggested you come along,” I reply mildly. “And it’s not my fault the weather turned bad.”

She’ll blame me for it anyway, though. Just as she’ll blame me for the atmospheric interference that prevents us from flying the shuttle away from Sobara, and the fact that Voyager is currently several light years away, and the distinct shortage of rooms at this hotel which is forcing us to share living quarters.

Not that I mind the blaming, really; I’m used to being her scapegoat. All part of the service.

As for sharing quarters with Kathryn… I can’t say I mind that, either.

[emmikamikatze]

I‘m totally not a nerd and this is entirely not referencing anything!

[jhelenoftrek]

Ficlet - Not Letting Go

This.  Cause @emmikamikatze.  Not listing the prompt so as not to spoil. 

“Give me your hand,” he says, lying prone over the edge of the rocky peak.  She groans.  Her legs are aching and her fingertips are sore from the climb which they have been enduring for the last hour.  “Come on,” he urges.  “Another half-meter and you’ll get your reward.”

“Next time…” she pants. “We try….” Then her legs surge upward with a last ounce of strength.  “A smaller….” She throws her hand at him. “Mountain.”

With a grunt he yanks her up.  They lie still on the ground for a moment.  Then, a broad grin grows over both faces as they realize that together have made it.  

He helps them both up onto their feet.  Only now can they fully enjoy the spectacular view.  They are above a dense canopy of lush trees.  Far below he can make out a river which twinkles in the light from a perfect, blue sky above.  All of these are eclipsed only by how beautiful she looks, fully exerted, heart pounding and with a smile that could conquer the entire planet.

The slight breeze is another reward as it quickly works to cool them off.  Her hand is still firmly wrapped around his but neither seem to notice this act is out of the ordinary, or care to let go.

She lifts her head with a final release of air.  “You were right,” she agrees. “The view was definitely worth the work it took to get here.”

“Told you.”

The next thing they hear forces them both back into reality.  

‘Tuvok to Captain Janeway,’ her badge beeps.

She sighs.  “Janeway here.”

‘All teams have reported back.  We are ready to depart.’

She turns back to regard Chakotay.  “I guess our reward was short lived.”

“Next time we’ll climb faster,” he chides her with a shrug.  She allows them one last extended moment, then with a squeeze of his hand she asks Tuvok to have them transported home.

They materialize on the rear-most, upper landing of the bridge.  

“Mr. Paris,” she says, beginning to walk down to command level.  She doesn’t feel that she’s practically dragging Chakotay along behind her. “Standard departure.  Leave orbit and resume our previous course.”  

By now, all of the eyes on the bridge are watching the command team in some covert way or another.

“Commander,” she says turning to Chakotay.  “I’ll be in my ready room, you have the bridge.”

At this Tom lets out a small chuckle.  

“Problem Mr. Paris?” she asks as Chakotay diverts his eyes to the floor.

“No ma’am, but...”

“Yes?” she urges impatiently.  She is hot and sweaty and impatient to freshen up.

“If you want him to have the bridge and you’re going in your ready room…” the helmsman trails off, hoping not to have to state the obvious.

“Yes?” she asks again, leaning her head toward him in even more annoyance. 

“You might have to let go of his hand.”

Her face flushes and she drops Chakotay like a hot iron.  Tom turns back to the viewscreen.

“Yes, well.  Good climb Commander,” she says with a nod.  “Post haste on the departure, shall we?”

“Aye, Captain,” he replies. “Post haste.”

[lodessa]

for the writers' meme: LAST 😉

A little more than two sentences:

“Mmmm…” he protested half heartedly, “But it’s so nice here in bed.”

“It is. So you,” she disentangled herself from his arms, “Should enjoy that for a while more.  Sleep in some more if you want so you are nice and rested up for our hike later.”

They’d developed a habit of afternoon treks into their surroundings, trying to get a better sense of their new home.  It was something to do, some vague sense of task to keep from feeling aimless.

“Are you sure it’s the hike you want my energy for?” Chakotay grinned up at her from the bed, looking so wonderful she really did think about just crawling back into his arms and sleeping the day away.

[mia-cooper]

‘tis the season: story #3

what am I talking about?

This story is written for two excellent people who are known for the ‘How to look at your first officer’ and ‘How not to look at your captain’ gifset series, and I think we can all appreciate that. Additionally, the wonderful @supernovacoffee volunteered to make me a J/C video to a song I fell in love with, and when I asked @emmikamikatze for a good fic prompt to write for her in return, I realised I could kill two delta flyers with one torpedo.

So here it is, for you two lovely humans. A story written to a couple of prompts you’ve requested of the tumblr universe sometime in the past few months. Please enjoy:

Accidental (rated M) on AO3 | ffnet

Other gift fics are posted on AO3 at the Christmas Baubles 2017 collection.

[mia-cooper]

Are you still writing J/C AU prompt stories? Cause I have a mighty need for one! "I published my first book a few weeks ago and am really self-conscious about it and here you are across from me on the subway, pulling faces and scribbling notes in MY book and I really want to look away, but the way you’re chewing on your lower lip and lick your fingers before turning the page is really killing me."(Should I feel bad for sending it in the comp writing phase? I probably should...)

I am always up for AU prompts, or prompts of any kind! And I love this one :)

Can’t promise I’ll get to it before the cutthroat fiction comp ends, but I’m filing it away. Thanks!

[jhelenoftrek]

Drab-let series (Guess it, pick next) - “Shhhh....”

@emmikamikatze won the last “Guess the fic, pick the next” so this one is for her.  First person to correctly identify the ep for this missing J/C scene gets to pick the next one and the # of words (100-500).  Emmi requested 347.  Here goes!

“You didn’t learn?”

She shook her head.  “Much to my mother’s dismay, I never did.”

“Well, it’s never too late to pick something up.  You showed quite a bit of promise with… well, whatever that was in the mess hall,” Chakotay offered, finishing the last of his nearly empty glass of wine.

Kathryn huffed.  “Yes, well.  I wouldn’t attribute that concerto to latent talent, more like alien intervention. And, I don’t exactly have time for a hobby quite so involved as learning an instrument at the moment.”

“Oh, come on.  I’m sure Harry would be happy to give you clarinet lessons,” Chakotay joked.  “By the time we get home you’ll be ready for your Carnegie Hall debut.”

She rolled her eyes.  “I think I’d need a considerable amount of practice to get to that point.  I’m hoping not to be on this ship that long.”  She too sipped at her wine then snorted as a thought poked through.  “Could you imagine?  Me learning the clarinet.  With all the screeching I’d scare away everyone on deck three.”

Chakotay laughed right along with her.  “We could always soundproof your quarters.”

“That seems like a misuse of ships resources, Commander,” she chided.

“I don’t know, soundproofing could have other benefits.”

“Such as?”

“Well….” he began, lifting himself out of his place on the chair and landing gently on the couch beside her.  “For one thing, your communications would be made more private.”

“And just who am I privately communicating with out here?”

“A need may arise. Ship’s security could be at stake.”

“What a good first officer,” she praised, placing a hand on his knee.  “Always thinking of the safety of our crew.”

“Don’t forget your personal happiness.”

She eyed him slyly.  “You think soundproofing will make me happy?”

“I know it.”  With his breath close and warm on the side of her neck, she groaned.  “I’ll enter the work order first thing tomorrow.”

“What about tonight?” she wondered, hopeful.

“Tonight….” he hissed, raising his lips to clutch at her earlobe.  “We’ll need to be quiet for the last time.”