How To Say "I'm Terrified Of Losing You" Swan Queen Style

"I’m not supposed to be here."

Breathe, Judith commanded herself. In and out. It’s just a ship. Just another goddamn ship. But it wasn’t. She wasn’t sure how she knew. Ithaca was beautiful, the flawless, blinding white of her walls an homage to the glory of Gestalt’s ambition. The pride of her builders shown in every bolt and every weld, but every inch of her demanded deference from the ones whose lives she’d carry into the abyss. Nearly a thousand souls aboard and yet Ithaca had none, her hull an empty carapace against the vastness of the void, and so, she required theirs. The vessel rumbled beneath Judith’s feet, but it wasn’t pleasant like Ardent. It was a warning to her, like Ithaca knew Judith wasn’t like the rest–like she knew Judith didn’t really belong there at all. Judith was an intrusion, an unexpected variable this entity hadn’t foreseen–one she didn’t quite understand how to bend. She doesn't want me here.

For years, Burnham’s subsistence had consumed it.

This time, though, its obsession had brought it too close.

It was easy enough to inject the codes and create the protocols she needed to guide it. But the process was delicate, conducted in increments in the years she’d lurked on board. There were times she had wanted to push, to move faster and save more ships. But discretion was key–her influence could only be gradual, dispersed across timelines that coincided with new batches of data lest it ever suspect an intruder.

Control was smart, its processes swift and its analyses improving with every moment. It would outpace her soon enough, learning faster than she could, and if it ever caught wind of her presence, she had no doubts about what it would do to her.

The Commander whose face it still wore was indication enough of that.

A shiver passed through her at the thought of possession, at the depraved violation of Airiam’s last moments alive, and she shrugged the coil of cables onto her shoulder.

Control reviewed that memory often, as if it were searching for something.

Or maybe it simply enjoyed it.

She moved through the doorway, back into the corridor. It would not do to dwell on worries and what-ifs when Discovery and Burnham were finally within reach. The room she’d set up as her station was near, and she still had two hours before Control would wake again.

It was plenty of time.

Starfleet would hear her.

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I'll begin posting this one soon :)

Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Michael Burnham / Airiam, Michael Burnham / Control, Michael Burnham / Nhan

Synopsis:

Three years after the attack on Section 31 Headquarters, Starfleet and the Federation are on the brink. Planet after planet is falling to Control, every attack more devastating than the last. There are no patterns, no viable solutions to stop the carnage, and with their resources dwindling, the last Federation starships are at risk of being corrupted themselves.

But when the USS Discovery begins receiving encrypted transmissions from someone claiming to be Starfleet who seems to know everything about their enemy, Captain Michael Burnham is forced to decide whether their new source is truly an ally–or if Control is luring the Federation’s last bastion of hope into a trap.

Please be forewarned that I may talk about turkeys in return. If I figure out how to reply, that is.

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Just come to my ask box and tell me stuff about yourself. Your pets. Your favorite music. What you had for breakfast this morning. Literally anything you want, I love making new friends

I am only 13 scenes from the end of my original fic and I can't believe it 🥲

...then comes trimming it down from where it should end up around 200k words to...much less than that 😂

Coffee is a godsend.

Star Trek: Voyager, J/7: The Measure of Logic - Chapter 9 Posted

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62063797/chapters/162671227

Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager x Star Trek: Discovery

Relationship: Kathryn Janeway / Seven of Nine

Rating: Mature

Synopsis:

After Captain Janeway contracts an illness during an expedition to an uninhabited planet and orders USS Voyager to leave her behind, a certain hardheaded Astrometrics officer isn't so keen on abandoning her Captain. As Janeway and Seven learn to navigate the strange new dynamic forming between them, it becomes apparent that the planet they now call home has a much deeper story to tell--one that seems to defy logic, reality, and even the natural order of time itself. ----- This is a standalone fic but can be read as additional worldbuilding to my "For the Optics" series. Timeline runs about a year prior to the events of "A Binding of Stars."

I aspire to one day be able to write a villain as layered as this dude.

I'm still convinced he is television's greatest villain.

despicable. foul thing ⬆️

Daylight savings time is stupid.

That's all.

Every time...

IT'S ALL FOR THE PLOT!!!!!

Kirk: Federation law is very clear on this

Kirk: (Proceeds to do whatever he wants anyway)

Picard: Federation law is very clear on this but I’m a very creative reader

Janeway: Guys you’re not going to believe this; Federation law has fucking NOTHING relevant to this current situation but I’m going to read 20 hours of other captain’s logs to make sure. Buckle up though because we’re probably going to do some buckwild shit after the commercial break