#rillham

[ussjellyfish]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Burnham/Laira Rillak Characters: Michael Burnham, Laira Rillak, Zora (Star Trek), T'Rina (Star Trek), Jett Reno Additional Tags: Worldbuilding, non-corporeal aliens, Possession, Mission Fic, moving in, living starships

Summary:

Captain Michael Burnham and President Laira Rillak try to take small steps forward in their relationship. Michael's mission to study an ancient abandoned energy source makes everything more complicated, for them and Zora, with unintended consequences for all.

Written for @disco-bang (many thanks for having me!)

Art by @lanoyee​ (thank you! It’s gorgeous!!) (the scene from this is in chapter two)

[sporkandpringles]

Some folks say “Knives to the throat or don’t bother”. What’s your take on “Enemies to Lovers”?

[jordanlafordan]

Laira Rillak & Michael Burnham | Your Song

I originally posted a clip of this in January for the Star Trek Winter Gift Exchange (inspired by the amazing fics of @ussjellyfish), but here's the whole thing!

[whimsicalli]

Soft sleepy idiots.

Happy belated birthday @ussjellyfish , you marvelous magical human. You are literally made of talent.

Brainrot with you is one of my favorite things ever and having you in my life is a gift💖 I love you very much, my friend.

[the-shanone]

I wish you would write a fic where...Michael and Laira get caught in the rain and end up very caught up in mutual pining.

This is probably not quite what you had in mind, but it's what came out, so . . . I hope you like it anyway!

“Remind me why we didn’t take our badges, again?” Laira’s thin blouse is so completely soaked with rain, it’s almost see-through.

Michael does her best not to look. “Because you wanted to play hooky from your security team.”

“I’m not playing hooky, Captain Burnham,” Laira shivers, “I just wanted to take a walk without being surrounded on all sides.”

“So you brought me instead?”

It’s a good thing Michael is walking out ahead of her, because Laira can feel a slight warmth blossoming in her cheeks.

When she doesn’t reply, Michael continues, “Suppose you couldn’t have warned me you were planning to take your walk on top of a mountain in the middle of a thunderstorm, huh?”

“The storm wasn’t a part of the plan.” Neither was Michael looking this good in rain-soaked clothes.

The rain is coming down harder now; a solid wall of water unhindered by the sparse tree canopy above. Thunder rumbles in the distance.

Michael glances back to look at Laira. She’s quickly following the path Michael’s setting down the mountain. “Just a little farther. I scanned the area before we beamed down, and there should be some kind of shelter just past this ridge.”

Laira nods determinedly, but Michael can see her visibly shaking; her Cardassian side makes her more sensitive to the cold.

They scramble down the rocky slope, and they’ve almost reached the bottom when Michael hears a sharp inhale and the sound of sliding rocks behind her.

Laira is lying on the ground violently shaking, her left ankle turned at an odd angle. “Stepped in a hole, then slipped on the rocks,” she says as Michael sprints over to her.

One look at the ankle causes Michael to wince, “Well, we’re not going anywhere now. You can’t walk on that.”

“I have Cardassian bones, they don’t break that easily.”

“Well Madam President,” Michael gives a tiny smile, “somehow you’ve managed to do just that.”

Laira is suddenly very aware of how close Michael’s face is to hers.

“Madam President doesn’t break bones, Captain.” The pounding in Laira’s ears is definitely the drumming of the rain and has absolutely nothing to do with the way Michael’s hands are lightly ghosting over her, checking for other injuries.

“Oh, of course, my apologies,” Michael slowly and gently brushes her thumb over Laira’s brow ridges to keep the water dripping from her hair out of her eyes. “Madam President doesn’t break bones, only Laira the mountain-walker does that.”

“Yes,” Laira’s voice is a mere whisper as her teeth chatter in the wind. “Now you’ve got it.”

Michael is looking at Laira’s lips to make sure they haven’t turned blue.

“Captain —”

Michael raises her gaze to meet Laira’s eyes, “Is this Madam President talking, or Laira the mountain-walker?”

“Laira,” she smiles faintly.

“Ah, well then, she should call me Michael, don’t you think?” Michael winks, trying to keep lighthearted. “Just so I know who I’m talking to.”

“Michael?” Laira’s eyes are still bright, even if she is shaking like a leaf. “I’m cold.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Michael takes a deep breath, “I’m going to lie on top of you; my body heat will help keep you a little warmer and it’ll protect you from some of the rain without disturbing your ankle.”

Laira’s eyes grow fractionally larger.

Michael gently lays down over Laira’s shivering form, wrapping her arms around Laira’s head and neck and laying her own head down on Laira’s chest. Laira turns her head so that her cheek rests against Michael’s wrist and inhales deeply.

“Michael?”

“Yes?” Michael breathes against Laira’s collarbone.

“How much longer until the time we told Saru to beam us back up?”

“Soon,” she whispers. “Very soon.” In her head, just briefly, she allows herself to wish for another moment in time where they’re lying like this. A moment where Laira kisses her wrist, and she kisses Laira’s collarbone, and they laugh and roll over in the warm, sunny grass. But she pushes the thought away. This Laira is injured and shivering, and it’s Michael’s job to keep her safe.

[discoveryfemslashfortnight]

Do you have any fic rec lists for the various Discovery ships? Would love to go back and read some old highlights while enjoying the new stuff! Thanks for organizing this event!

Hi! We're not a fic rec blog ourselves, but we accept rec lists as submissions to the fortnight for Free Choice Sundays, or when they're themed to a daily prompt! So far, we've never gotten one as a submission, but maybe someone wants to be the first this year?

For now, some recs from us mods:

A dinner date that doesn't imply dating by @ussjellyfish

Rillham early relationship, 1.6k rated T

The Road To Christmas by @pers-books

Milippa Prime modern AU getting together, 14k rated E

In a Starry Glade by @nomi--sunrider

Milippa Prime sick fic, 2.5k rated G

I found a martyr in my bed tonight by @aliceinthinkland

Mirror Milippa sex pollen fic, 6.8k rated E

You like spices, and sacrifices by @onaperduamedee

Pippakat Prime friends with benefits, 2k rated M

Proprioception by @tripleburger

Jola friends to lovers, 4k rated T

When I do it all again (I know I'll go back to you) by @the9muses

Jola love confessions, 1.6k rated T

For more you can also check out the mods' Ao3 bookmark recs - you can find us on the collection's people page, and the recommendatios by going in the account's bookmarks and filtering for the fandom and 'recs only'!

If you haven't yet, also have a look at last year's tumblr submissions and Ao3 collection - the creators will always be happy about more reblogs and comments!

Hope we could help find you some new reading material!

[lairarillak]

them 💖💖💖

[ussjellyfish]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Burnham/Laira Rillak, Michael Burnham & Crew of the Starship Discovery, Laira Rillak & Crew of the Starship Discovery Characters: Michael Burnham, Laira Rillak, Crew of the Starship Discovery Additional Tags: background Saru/T'Rina, date the captain date the crew, Cooking, Marriage Proposal Summary:

Michael asks Laira to join her for a cooking contest on a small space station in Sector Sixteen. Michael doesn't really know how to cook, but that's not a problem. She's a fast learner.

Written for @startrekpotluck, August 8th! Thank you for putting this on again and having me back. It’s one of my favorite parts of the summer and such a joyful experience every time.