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by imaginethat57
Captain Kathryn Janeway doesn't get sick. Seven disagrees.
Words: 500, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Kathryn Janeway, Seven of Nine (Star Trek)
Relationships: Kathryn Janeway/Seven of Nine
Additional Tags: Ficlet, Sickfic, just a short interlude of our captain being stubborn and seven being even more stubborn
Hi friend!!! ❤️ if you’re willing, some J7 during The Void when Janeway is isolating herself from the crew?
Isolation was something that Seven could define perfectly and in several languages. She could list famous works from hundreds of species that dealt with being alone, and she could parrot off a laundry list of potential negativity side effects of social withdrawal. But knowing was hardly experiencing, and she’d spent the majority of her life with millions of other minds conjoined with hers, so when Captain Janeway withdrew from the crew and duty, Seven found herself at an impasse.
There was so much about being human that she simply could not fathom, and now one of those things had taken her support away from her. The Doctor warned her that she was being selfish, seeing only her own loss rather than the captain’s pain, but this was confusing. The Borg focused on self-perpetuation, and humans were supposed to, by their very nature, care about individual needs. Was she not simply being human by addressing the matter in this fashion?
Tom laughed when she argued with Chakotay on the bridge and pulled her aside before the second-in-command could dole out any form of rebuke for public insubordination. Like the Doctor, he talked about the captain’s emotional response to the lack of stimulus that the Void represented—although he insisted on using more imprecise language like “She’s not feeling great right now” and “It’s a lot of dark space out there, and maybe she feels like she’s got a lot of dark space in here, too.” He used so many words to say nothing, and she only sat through his attempt at an explanation for a few minutes.
When Tuvok halted her exit to tell her that humans often appear to lack sufficient emotional control, she couldn’t help but release some frustration. He listened patiently while she expounded at length before remarking that she might be dealing with the symptoms of isolation as well.
This stopped her tirade.
She hadn’t considered her own response to being alone. Regardless of where the ship was in space, she’d always had Janeway nearby, so it seemed the Void had found a way to isolate them both. The obvious response, then, was to relieve the source of her anxiety, which led her to the captain’s quarters. She awaited permission to enter for only so long before meddling in the system and forcing her way inside.
“Captain, I require your assistance.”
Janeway sat on the couch in casual garb, an open book on her lap. Her attention was out the viewport, at least until Seven entered the space and drew her gaze. A finger slipped down the open book, marking her place as she closed the cover and leaned forward.
“I don’t recall saying you could come in.”
“I have been informed that humans require sufficient social interaction for mental and emotional well-being.”
Janeway set the book on the low coffee table before her. “That’s no reason for you to break into my quarters. I’m fine—”
“I am not here on your behalf. I am here because I am selfish.” Seven stepped closer and glanced at the book’s title. The Wild Greens, a book of early 23rd century poetry of Terran origin. “I am here to tend to my own needs.”
“I see.” Janeway’s tone remained nonplussed, although she seemed less inclined to shoo Seven away now.
“I have come to rely on you,” Seven said evenly.
“Have you?”
“I would not have spoken otherwise.”
Janeway’s brow crept up her forehead. “I’m certain someone else would have been available to—”
“Everyone else on board is available, yes, which has led me therefore to the conclusion that it is your absence that affects me in this way. I am irritable—”
“Aren’t you always?” A familiar, warm humor finally entered Janeway’s voice. She even allowed a small smile.
“I have noted substantial changes in overall mood, as well as lower chemical levels within my system. These symptoms started shortly after you abdicated your post.”
“That’s a strong way of saying I needed a bit of time for myself.”
“I am not here to argue about semantics.” Seven gingerly sat on the couch beside Janeway. “Please, allow me to fill my quota for social interaction.”
Regina and Emma start having sex for the first time, Regina grows uncomfortable and realizes she's not ready to be intimate. She changes her mind in the middle of the act so they stop and Emma takes care of her emotionally.
Emma sprawls next to Regina, nude and comfortable. She trails her fingers down Regina’s arm as she presses kiss after kiss to Regina’s slightly parted lips. This has always been her favorite part of intimacy: the slow, sensual build up that flushed her cheeks, sent electric tingles to her groin, and connected her to her partner. Given that she erected firm walls around her vulnerabilities outside of the bedroom, this was the only time she allowed anyone close.
She was naked, both physically and emotionally--and she wasn’t terrified in the slightest. She kissed with her eyes closed and saw with her fingers; she saw the small hairs raised on Regina’s arms, the soft curvature of her hips, and the plush of her stomach. As this was their first time moving past over-the-clothing, tentative touching, Emma wanted to see everything she could.
Moisture gathered between her legs, but she stayed put, content with the slow and steady pace she’d set. If she were to rush, she’d miss out on the details. The small gasping breaths. The dull pain of nails digging into her skin. The humid heat around them.
The flinch away from her kiss.
She rolled back, cautious and curious. “Regina?”
“Yes?” There was something stiff and uncertain in her tone.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
Emma considered the snapped statement and withdrew another few centimeters. “You... you don’t want to do this, do you?”
Regina was silent, even as she stared at Emma. Her gaze started soft but hardened--only to soften yet again moments later. Emma swung her feet out of bed and reached for her clothing.
“Don’t go.”
“I’m not,” Emma replied. Once she was dressed, she climbed back into bed. She tucked her hands behind her head.
“Ah.”
“So, want to talk about it?”
“Not particularly.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No.”
“I trust you. Just tell me if I do.” Emma yawned, leaned over, and kissed Regina’s nose. “Mind if I still sleep over?”
“Just sleep?” Regina pressed her lips together and nodded. “Very well. That’s acceptable.”
“Great.” Emma snuggled down. “Good night, Regina.”
“That’s it?”
“Well, yeah?”
Regina fidgeted with the comforter. She avoided eye contact and cleared her throat. “Do you--”
“Look, Regina. I want you, I really do. But you’re not into it, so we’re done for now.” Emma pried an eye open. “Maybe another time? Or maybe not at all. Whichever. But we both have to be on board.”
Regina flicked the light off and curled up against her chest. Emma slipped an arm around Regina’s back and drifted off to sleep.
How many do you know where one of them is insecure about their bodies and the other comforts them?
Have you read Your Journey Left Marks byimaginethat57? It’s sooo good!
Regina and Emma get stuck in an elevator, and to pass the time, Emma suggests they play truth or dare. Regina ends up revealing some past trauma centering around her marriage to the king. A little bit of angst, but mostly Swan Queen fluff.
Yay!! Hi!! Also, what about Cat helping Kara with her workout by sitting on her back while Kara does pushups? I love that trope and I can just picture Cat drinking coffee and working on her phone like nothing is happening
Quarantine had been a disaster in many ways; Cat couldn’t and wouldn’t deny that. However, there was something delightful about being ‘trapped’ at home with her family, which meant spending much more time than usual with her favorite people. It meant seeing Carter for lunch every day and late breakfasts with Kara before some emergency or another pulled her out into the city.
It meant that when Kara worked out, she was always home for a public viewing. But sitting at her desk and watching from a distance had become too passive, and Cat craved a little something extra. So, when Kara entered the living room for her exercise routine, Cat closed her laptop. Without bothering to ask, she perched herself atop Kara’s back when the muscular woman hit the ground for some pushups.
“Want me to keep count?”
Kara turned her head and grinned. Given her super powers, there was no need to worry about adding too much weight to her load, and as expected, Kara was more than up for the challenge. “How many am I doing today?”
Cat tapped a finger to her chin and crossed her ankles. “That depends on if you want breakfast for dinner.”
Kara’s eyes widened. “Please, Cat. How many?”
“A thousand.”
“Easy.” Kara dropped immediately into a frenetic pace, bouncing Cat around much too much.
Cat placed a hand on her shoulder. “Darling, you’re going to make me seasick.”
Within seconds, Kara’s movements evened into a more fluid approach to her task, which gave Cat a better view of her flexing arms. She nodded her content and proceeded to count with a small smirk. She hadn’t even told Kara what would be for dessert.
I am so hype that I get to ask you for another prampty prampt like is it Christmas?? If you’re game, could I ask for J/7 with 32 and 52?
The party was elaborate and a complete waste of funds, yet Janeway found herself enjoying a bit of the pomp and circumstance nonetheless. One year had passed since Voyager’s return home, and she hadn’t seen most members of her crew in nearly as long. She sipped a glass of champagne and watched various old friends reunite with hugs, handshakes, and the occasional double-take.
“Katherine,” a warm, masculine voice called out, causing her to turn and smile widely. She held an arm out to grab Chakotay’s, and they embraced briefly. “You look wonderful.”
“As do you.”
He beamed. “Have you seen Seven?”
Her face darkened, although she quickly corrected her expression to something much lighter and more acceptable for the occasion. She hadn’t seen Seven, not since the tall blonde had left on her commander’s arm when docking planetside.
“Not yet, I’m afraid.”
“Me, neither,” he admitted.
She paused, taking a moment to down a large gulp of her drink. “I thought you two were together…?”
“We were, for a while. But we’re very different, I guess. We wanted different things.”
“How so?” Janeway let her gaze rove the room again, now eagerly seeking the topic of their conversation.
“I honestly was falling for her, but it was more of a convenience than anything else for her. For some guys, that’s enough. But you know me. I have to lead with my heart.”
She set a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure she felt something for you—”
“There’s no need to try and bandage the wound,” he replied with a small, sad smile. “What’s done is done. We’ve gone our separate ways.”
“Do you think she’ll be here?”
Before he could answer, she spotted Seven enter the room and nearly gagged on her own spit. Seven looked almost exactly the same, save for one large change: her pregnant belly. She blinked, tried to breathe, and then fought down a wave of severe disappointment. She couldn’t escape, however, as Chakotay saw Seven as well and all but dragged her over.
“Seven! That’s certainly new.”
“Indeed.” Seven looked at him severely. “A new experience.”
Janeway couldn’t think of anything to say, so she stood silently and waited for the agony to end.
“Are you seeing someone, then?”
Seven shook her head. “I selected the most perfect genes available.”
“So, you’re single?” Janeway caught hold of her tongue and cleared her throat. “Alone, I mean. You’re doing this alone?”
Prampty prampt- Emma wakes up not feeling great but not fully down for the count sick. She’s debating whether or not she should go to work, and feeling like she’s letting everyone down and being weak if she stays home to rest. Regina lets her know it’s okay to take care of herself.
When she awoke, she immediately wondered who the fuck hadcursed her head to swell to twice its normal size. Then, as consciousness tookfuller hold, she realized no size change had actually occurred; she simply hada monster of a migraine. As a kid, she’d had plenty of these and knew how therest of her day was going to unfold: her eyes would feel like they were about topop out of her head, every light would be a stabbing dagger, and all noiseswould be much, much too loud.
All of this added up to a truly delightful day. The sarcasmof the sentiment nearly bowled her over, but she lugged herself out of bed andsuffered through a hot shower. Even with the steam to help clear any underlyingcongestion, she still felt full to the brim with shit. Did she say a delightfulday? She meant fan-fucking-tastic.
To top it all off, her frickin’ cell phone jangled itsstupid ringtone, signaling that Regina was calling. What was so important thatshe had to call before eight in the morning? With a barely contained growl,Emma jabbed the answer button.
