#chrisjen x arjun

[musicin68]

I promised myself I would stay off tumblr to avoid spoilers as I’ve only watched 2 episodes so far (so that’s a fail), but I just wanted to say I’m kind of sad they recast Arjun. Sure, they probably had a good reason, but I’m old, set in my ways, and I liked Brian George in season 1.

#the expanse #avasaralas #season 4 #brian george #chrisjen x arjun

[captnmars]

chrisjen and arjun are so pure. i love them.

#the expanse #chrisjen avasarala #arjun rao #chrisjen x arjun

[moocowmoocow]

Femslash February 17 - Feathers

Chrisjen [The Expanse] x Delenn [Babylon 5]

The light from the sun rise woke Chrisjen as she slid down the goddamn slanted bed. The Minbari said that to lie flat tempted death. Chrisjen doubted that as it seemed that she couldn’t fucking die. When her ship went “Dutchman” in the Rings, she tried to prepare herself for nothingness. Instead, she woke up on a planet full of crystals with beings who grew decorative bones on their heads.

She heard the whisper of silk and the soft patter of slippers against the floor. “Did you see him?” she asked.

Delenn nodded. Delenn spent the sunrise communing with the memory of her dead husband. “Did you sleep well?” She told Delenn she understood. Looking at the stars, she remembered those nights Arjun joined her on the roof. It was something that bonded the two of them, being widows.

“As well as I could at this obscene angle.”

“Humans. No matter what reality you come from, you sleep so unnaturally.”

Chrisjen rolled her eyes as Delenn came over and gave her a kiss. “Ivanova’s coming soon. You should get dressed so you don’t ruffle her feathers.”

“It feels strange sometimes to hear colloquialisms on an alien world,” Chrisjen said, trying to extricate herself from the bed gracefully.

“John taught me many human sayings. Although I must say he wasn’t as um . . . colorful as you.”

Chrisjen wrapped herself in a robe. “Don’t tell me I taught you fuck.”

Delenn laughed. “No. He taught me that.”

A soft sound a throat clearing. Susan Ivanova has entered the room and now it was time for the President of the Interstellar Alliance and Entil’Zha to have their meeting. Whenever Chrisjen saw Ivanova, she felt a pain in her chest. Ivanova was what she wished for Bobbie - a rewarding career and a use for her skills. It was the same pain she felt when she saw this reality’s Earth intact and healthy. Recovering from from its civil war but not from rocks thrown at it from space.

She crossed the room and placed a kiss on Delenn’s bone crest. “I’ll get you two some tea,” she said as she left the room. She has a plan to convince Delenn to make her the Interstellar Alliance’s ambassador to either Earth or Mars, but for now, she would like to spend more time with this woman and to try to heal some of the wounds the past few years have inflicted on them both.

#chrisjen avasarala #delenn #the expanse #babylon 5 #chrisjen x delenn #femslash february

[radley-writes]

okay so... who... do you ship.... in th Expanse

HGGG NO YOU CAN’T ASK ME THAT IT’S EVIL

I basically have... three tiers of ships? 

1) It’s canon/practically canon

Naomi/Holden! The obvious one. You can’t get through this series and not ship them. Can you?? I mean, they’re a loving, competent power couple with a beautiful slow-burn. Their relationship arc isn’t quite Enemies to Lovers, but it’s definitely Opposing Sides to Lovers, so there’s some glorious moral tension there. And just. Healthy relationships! Where they respect each other’s space and always have each other’s back (especially in the novels)! Yes??? 

Naomi/Drummer! They had a thing!! You can FEEL IT!!! I don’t ship them as a Current Relationship, because no way would Drummer be into Holden sorry Holden and they’re both Too Professional but it’s GOD TIER QUEER YEARNING and I thrive 

Chrisjen/Arjun! Old and gold. Another power couple. Their interactions soften my heart, even when they’re on opposite sides of the solar system. Arjun just... melts Chrisjen out of her hardass shell. T.T

Anna/Namono! my wlw wifey darlings! Would kill for them, die for them, etc. Too precious for words.

Michio Pa/all her husbands & wives! Nuff said, queer poly awesomeness.

Miller/Julie! HAHA JUST KIDDING, WE DO NOT STAN FALLING IN LOVE WITH WOMEN WE’VE NEVER MET WHO ARE HALF OUR AGE no hate on folx who ship it, you do you

2) It’s never gonna be canon and I respect that but I would still read an epic fanfic about them

Naomi/Holden/Alex/Amos! Because poly relationships are already so accepted and normalised in The Expanse universe, and I want more. Gotta say, I don’t really?? Hardcore ship?? Amos with anyone anymore. He’s pan/bi, but I headcanon him as aromantic (plus, he doesn’t “shit where [he] eats”, as we all know). If I had to queerplatonically ship him with another main Squad character... I PICK ALL OF THEM 

[Edit:I have been kindly reminded that Holden does propose to the entire crew so... technically... I now pronounce this CANON FUCK YES]

Chrisjen/Bobbie! I’M NOT SORRY I’M JUST A SLUT FOR TINY BOSSY FEMME x BIG BUFF LADY BODYGUARD 

3) Pure nonsense

Fred Johnson/Anderson Dawes! Don’t even ask, I just love the sometimes-enemies, sometimes-allies, bastard old generals who understand each other vibes. Their history is juicy. There’s so much guilt on Fred’s side and Anderson - down to his name - is the perfect foil.

#the Expanse #ships #long post #these are all personal opinion and I support any and all ships! #Anonymous

[presidentlauraroslin]

don't know if this is the right way to ask: but for the 50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts, if you're still accepting request: both Chrisjen x Bobbie "j. A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it." and "AM. Kissing tears from the other’s face." and Stay safe!

Sorry it took me a few (or a lot of) days to get to this!

Chrisjenx Bobbie "j. A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - whereneither person thinks twice about it." 

Bobbiecould stand still for hours, it didn’t take much of an effort, but she was gladwhen she could move again after standing mostly like a statue in Chrisjen’soffice while she conducting a meeting with some annoyed governor of some partof Earth that didn’t sound familiar to Bobbie. She hadn’t been paying attentionto the conversation, that wasn’t her job. Her job was security, for now and itsuited her fine. Gave her a chance to be close to Chrisjen who workedabsolutely impossible hours.

She watchedas Chrisjen closed the screen and muttered some obscenity under her breathbefore looking at Bobbie, her brow furrowed. “For fuck’s sake, stop doing that.”

“My job?”

“Standingthere like you’re just another person on my security team. At ease, soldier.”Bobbie shrugged and relaxed, approaching Chrisjen’s desk. She had dozens ofmessages waiting for her, but Chrisjen ignored them for a moment as she rubbedher temples, looking at her. “Never get into politics and if you do, don’t getthe top job. It’s nothing but headaches and fucking idiots thinking they knowbetter.”

“I reallywasn’t planning on it.” She never cared for politics and despite her feelings forChrisjen and her admiration for how she did her job, she had soured on it evenmore lately. This was as close as she was going to get to being political. Chrisjengave her a small smile and stood up, rounding the desk and leaning against it. Fromthe corner of her eye, Bobbie could see more messages coming in for Chrisjen,who apparently decided she needed a short break. Good. She needed one.

“Smartgirl.” Chrisjen’s fingers brushed against the back of Bobbie’s hand. A littlegesture that showed how much she appreciated having her around, something, someonesolid, someone she trusted, who gave a moment’s of rest and calmness when she cravedit. Even if it was just by seeking her out with her gaze. “How long until yourshift ends?”

“Anyminute –” The door opened and her replacement appeared. “- now”

Bobbiealways hated the end of the shift, leaving Chrisjen’s safety to someone else, havingto go home while Chrisjen continued to work. The disappointment she felt wasmirrored on Chrisjen’s face, albeit a lot better hidden than her own probablywas.

“See youat home,” Chrisjen said, her voice soft, before raising herself up on her toesand capturing Bobbie’s lips in a kiss. Bobbie kissed her back for a momentbefore she realized they were doing this in front of someone. It just felt sonatural, so normal, that she forgot her replacement was in the same room. Shewondered if Chrisjen realized, of if she simply didn’t care. It was probablythe latter. Bobbie was sure the surprise was written clearly on her face whenthey broke their kiss.

Itbecame abundantly clear that Chrisjen didn’t give a fuck they had an audienceand actually smirked a little as she carefully wiped a hint of lipstick offBobbie’s bottom lip with her thumb.

“Yes,see you at home.”

"AM.Kissing tears from the other’s face."

Bobbiekind of wished she had brought a robe or a blanket when she stepped into theroom that was chilly with the night’s air. The window was open wide and shecould see Chrisjen sitting on the roof. She hadn’t come into the bedroom sohello when she came home, she had gone straight here and after half an hour hadgone by, Bobbie had dragged herself out of bed and made her way here. Rightnow, she was wondering if that was the right the decision.

Even inthe soft light of the stars and the moon, she could see something was wrong. Chrisjenwas curled  in on herself, her chin restingon her knees, the clear evidence of tears on her cheeks. Bobbie froze when shenoticed that. She had seen tears in Chrisjen’s eyes, but she had never seen hercry. There had been a gradually growing dark cloud surrounding Chrisjen thispast week, but Bobbie had attributed it to work, not this. It almost felt wrongto witness it, but the thought of leaving her alone like that felt worst. Witha sight she hoisted herself up through the window.

Chrisjenjumped at the sound, her eyes wide for a moment before she realized it wasBobbie, and she relaxed marginally. “Fucking… I thought you were asleep.”

Bobbieshook her head and made her way towards Chrisjen. If she ever managed to sleepbefore Chrisjen returned from her work, it was always light and she woke upwhen she heard the front door close. Carefully she sat down next to her,keeping a little bit of distance between them. She didn’t want to invade her spacetoo much. She looked so vulnerable, still in her sari, still wearing herjewelry. She was every bit the leader of Earth, except for the open hair, thered-rimmed eyes and the tears.

“Cryingis human, y’know,” she offered, feeling a bit helpless. She had come to knowmany different sides of Chrisjen, from angry to tired to soft and sweet, butthis, this was new and she didn’t know how to deal with it.

“So theysay.” She even sounded distant. Shit. Bobbie felt like she needed some way toconnect with her, to make sure that she felt she wasn’t alone, that she hadsomeone who cared about her, right here, next to her. She held out her arm, nottouching Chrisjen yet, and tried to put on an expression that wasn’tthreatening in anyway. She just wanted to show her she had the intent ofcomforting, as best as she could.

“Can I?”Bobbie assumed the jerky shrug was a ‘yes’ and scooted to her, wrapping an armaround her shoulder. The fabric of her sari felt cold and underneath she couldfeel her shivering. Had she been up here this entire time? She pulled hercloser, hoping she could give her some of her warmth. Chrisjen didn’t sayanything, she was just quiet. Even her tears were silent and it hurt Bobbie tosee her like this.

“I cried.After I lost my team, when I found out Martians were betraying Martians. AfterI killed the hybrid. You saw that time.” She had cried more often these pastfew months than she had the past few years combined. It had been a fucked uptime. But she had come out of it with Chrisjen who had held her hand and kissedher forehead when the realization of everything had hit her on the Rocinante.She wanted to offer that same sense of safety and security to her. “I haven’tseen you cry once and you’ve lost people too.”

Otherthan Cotyar, Bobbie didn’t know their names, but she knew there had more, maybeeven people Chrisjen had been close to once. But she hadn’t seen Chrisjen grieve,take the time to deal with the loss. She had thrown herself into her work,which Bobbie could understand, maybe better than anyone, but she also knew itwasn’t healthy. After a moment of silence, Chrisjen sniffed. “I don’t cryoften.”

“I figured.”Bobbie gave Chrisjen plenty of time to say more but when that didn’t happen, butthere were still tears on her face, Bobbie shifted so she could look at her alittle better.“C’mere”

Chrisjenlooked at her a little quizzically, but didn’t stop her when Bobbie softlycupped her jaw and leaned in to kiss her cheek, tasting the salt of her tearson her lips. She moved to the other cheek, kissing it as well and felt Chrisjentake a shaky breath. Her eyes closed and Bobbie gently kissed her eyelids andthen her forehead. When Chrisjen’s eyes opened again, she felt a little morerelaxed. “You don’t have to hide from me.”

“I wasn’tfucking hiding.” It sounded almost petulant, but Bobbie ignored it and simplykissed her lips. Even there she could taste her tears, but at least Chrisjenkissed her back, sighing when Bobbie pulled away. “This is where I usually cometo think, look at the stars and a have a quiet moment. It’s calming. Fuck, Isound like Arjun.”

“Hemarried you, he must be a wise man,” she said with a smile. Chrisjen rolled hereyes and she seemed to have stopped crying. She covered Bobbie’s hands with herown and pulled them from her face, holding them. Her fingers were freezing.Bobbie was going to pile blankets on her when she got her back inside. 

“Thereare many people who would disagree with you on that. Brave, maybe. An idiotmore likely.” Bobbie chuckled and kissed her cold fingers.

“Feelbetter?”

“Better isa big fucking word right now. But I do.” The words ‘for now’ hung unsaid in theair.

#the expanse #chrisjen avasarala #bobbie draper #fanfic #wowthesewomen

[whenimaunicorn]

The Expanse for the TV Series Ask Game! :)

Give me a TV series and I’ll tell you:

Favourite character: Amos Burton! The complexity underneath his apparent simplicity is just delightful

Funniest character: Chrisjen's potty mouth always gets me

Best-looking character: I know Amos was not written to be a hot guy, but damn Wes just lights up the room

3 favourite ships: Naomi x Holden, Naomi x Drummer, probably Naomi and anyone... So should I just say the Roci fam??? Oh and also holding out hope for Amos x Peaches now

Least favourite character: Jules-Pierre Mao what a douche

Least favourite ship: I can't think of one that makes me mad... But they destroyed the joy of Chrisjen x Arjun was destroyed when they changed his character

Reason why I watch it: such compelling ideas about human nature and how we'll handle the challenges of space travel

Why I started watching it: my husband had read all the books when the show came out, and he dragged me into starting the show with him. I was skeptical. I was confused. And I was entirely sucked in by episode 4!! (And shipping Naomi and Amos so hard...) After season 1 I devoured all the books.

#silver-89 #the expanse fandom

[moocowmoocow]

Femslash February 27 - Dress Up

Chrisjen x Bobbie

“I don’t see why I have to do this,” Bobbie said as the tailor measured her. Leave it to Chrisjen to know where one of the last tailors in the galaxy was. “Why can’t I just wear what I wore to your dinner?”

Chrisjen looked at her like she had grown a second head. “Fuck no.” She gave the tailor some instructions in Italian.

Bobbie rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, only to have the tailor swat them away. “I don’t have to wear a dress, do I?”

“Only if you want to.”

“No.” Chrisjen smiled and gave more instructions to the tailor. “Why do you need me to go with you to the Inauguration? You do have a husband and I’m supposed to be investigating what’s going on Mars.”

A brief look of hurt passed across Chrisjen’s face. “Arjun’s presenting a paper at a conference and won’t be able to come. Besides, I need you to listen to the military gossip. See if they have any idea what’s going on between Mars and the OPA.”

Bobbie knew that the UNN letting her in on either gossip or highly classified information was about as likely as her growing wings right now. She suspected Chrisjen did not want to attend an event that reminded her of her failure by herself. Hopefully, Chrisjen would want to make an early exit and Bobbie would have her to herself for the rest of the night. “Fine. You’re lucky I have nothing better to do.”

The tailor left to get more fabric. Chrisjen took advantage of their time alone to give Bobbie a quick kiss.

*

Bobbie had to admit the suit made her look spectacular. Every line flattered her frame and it was somehow completely comfortable. It was worth whatever Chrisjen spent on it.

But when she saw what Chrisjen was wearing, she audibly gasped. She had somehow combined her usual saris with gowns she had seen queens wear in paintings during her history classes. She glittered, hair woven in elaborate braids, gems scattered throughout. “Nancy Gao isn’t going to like you showing her up like this.”

Chrisjen came close and smoothed down the lapels of Bobbie’s suit jacket. “She can go fuck herself.”

Bobbie looked closer at Chrisjen’s dress and groaned. “This is going to be impossible to get you out of, isn’t it?”

Chrisjen grinned and pulled Bobbie into a fierce kiss. “You’ll have a few hours to figure it out.”

#chrisjen avasarala #bobbie draper #the expanse #femslash february #chrisjen x bobbie #i know nothing about fashion?

[moocowmoocow]

Day 01 & 02 - Earth & Mars

A bit of fluff based on speculation of vague ideas of plot lines for s4. Chrisjen x Arjun; Chrisjen x Bobbie.

When she and Arjun entered the residence of the UN Embassy after the Martian state dinner, Chrisjen Avasarala found a metric fuckton of reports that she needed to read, all urgent. Holden's first report from New Terra had finally reached the Sol System. There were a string of events happening across the Belt that something in her gut told her could be disastrous but she never had the fucking time to get the pieces to fit. Reports of problems from Earth - crop failures in the North American plains, a measles outbreak in Prague that threatened to spread, water shortages in Cape Town, a massive typhoon headed toward the south of China. And her fucking polling numbers. Those were going to the very fucking bottom of the pile.

The reading was a bit more bearable when she could sit on the couch and sink into Arjun's warmth. Mars was so fucking cold and the problems of the universe so fucking heavy to sound like a goddamn cliché. They read together, he a novel and she her never-ending reports, her head resting on his shoulder, his arm around her.

The fifth time he yawned, she sat up. "Go to bed, Arjun. If you fall asleep here, your back will hurt all of tomorrow."

"Will you be up soon?"

"I have at least an hour of shit left to do. I'll try not to wake you."

He nodded and stood up. Before heading toward bed, he brought her a cup of tea, draped a blanket around her shoulders, kissed her forehead and lips. "It's fine if you wake me up, Chrisjen."

She smiled and reached out to squeeze his hand. "Good night."

A half hour passed between Arjun's departure and someone stepping into the residency. "Why is this planet so fucking cold?" Chrisjen asked.

"Some planets still have ice caps."

Chrisjen smiled. Bobbie. She had left her a message and had supplied her access to the embassy, so Bobbie wouldn't have to go through the layers and layers of bureaucracy and protocol in order to have access to her. She pulled the blanket closer and turned to look at her. "What the fuck happened to you?"

Bobbie's face was bruised, her knuckles bloodied, and she was putting minimal weight on her left leg. "I can't talk about it."

"Why the fuck not?"

"I can't." And Bobbie looked at her with such a mix of sorrow and pain and desperation, that Chrisjen found that her impulse to care for her overruled her demand to know what was going on.

"Come, sit. I'll get you some ice."

Bobbie limped over to the couch and settled heavily on it with a sigh. Chrisjen found a first aid kit in the kitchen and made her way to sit on the table in front of the couch. She pressed ice against Bobbie's face. Bobbie winced.

"Do you trust me?" Bobbie asked as she took a hold of the ice pack.

"With my life, you know that," Chrisjen replied, digging into the first aid kit to find an antiseptic to clean the wounds on Bobbie's knuckles.

"I need a few things. If there was any way I could get them without you, I would. But I can't."

Chrisjen took Bobbie's hands into her own, starting to treat the other woman's wounds. "What are they?"

"I need a place to stay tonight."

"That's easy enough. You'll stay here."

"I need a shuttle to get off of Mars undetected. At least at first. I need to get out to the Belt."

"Of course."

"Really? What happens when the prime minister asks you about why you gave me a shuttle?"

"I'd tell him he shouldn't be fucking spying on sovereign Earth territory."

Bobbie rolled her eyes. "And?"

"And I'll tell him that I sent you out to investigate some incidents in the Belt that concern me."

Bobbie was silent for a few moments. "I might be able to help you with that."

Chrisjen smiled. "See? It's already working out for me."

"One last thing. Could you stay with me tonight?" Bobbie looked at her with such vulnerability in her eyes, it took Chrisjen aback.

"Of course." She stood and kissed Bobbie's forehead and helped her off the couch. "Why don't you take a shower while I finish up here?" She took Bobbie's hand and led her to the bathroom.

Once she was convinced Bobbie was fine on her own, she made her way to her own bedroom and tried to not wake Arjun. However, he turned on the bedside light when she entered in the room. "I heard someone. Who's here?" he asked.

"Bobbie." Chrisjen began the process of undressing and changing into her pajamas.

He smiled. "I was hoping you would see her. You miss her."

Chrisjen nodded.

"But something is wrong because this is a damned odd hour to visit."

Clad in her pajamas, she started removing her makeup. "She's trying to protect me and won't tell me. But she's hurting."

"And you're going to help her?"

Chrisjen unwound the elaborate braids in her hair. "Of course, I am."

"Even with the election?"

Chrisjen turned to look at Arjun in shock but found him smiling gently at her. "It's one of the reasons I love you," he replied. "You can be ruthless and single-minded in your pursuit of a goal, but you do what's best for those you love."

She wasn't sure that was an entirely accurate assessment. Their son would probably disagree, if he was still living.  "And I love you because you are always willing to overlook my faults."

"Go. Take care of her."  Chrisjen kissed him before she left the room.

She found Bobbie wrapped in a bathrobe under the covers. As she slipped under the covers, Bobbie pulled Chrisjen toward her and wrapped her arms around her waist. Chrisjen kissed her, softly, trying not aggravate any of her bruises. "I've arranged a ship for you. It leaves in a few hours. You are spending the time between then and now sleeping, though."

Bobbie nodded and rested her head on Chrisjen's shoulder. Chrisjen held on to her tightly. Bobbie placed a kiss on her throat, before burrowing against her. Chrisjen ran her fingers through Bobbie's damp hair until she felt her relax into sleep. "Stay alive," Chrisjen whispered into the dark room.

#chrisjen avasarala #bobbie draper #the expanse #chrisjen x bobbie #HOLY EFFING FLUFF BATMAN

[moocowmoocow]

Femslash February Day 10 - Competition

Chrisjen x Nancy

After Arjun stormed out of her office door, she knew that perhaps that they had broken something irreparably between them. But at the moment, she was too mad to perform the actions necessary to gain his forgiveness. In fact, she was pretty fucking sure she had done nothing that she needed forgiveness for. Christ, this fucking job was destroying her life but she was willing to pay that price if it kept humanity safe.

She leaned against her desk and sipped her drink while staring dully at the New York skyline. When the door burst open, she turned to continue her argument with Arjun and was surprised it was Nancy Gao entering the office. She had to admit that she was impressed that Nancy had somehow manipulated her way into her office. There was hope for her yet.

Nancy made a beeline to the liquor shelf, poured herself a drink and downed it. Chrisjen smirked. “Rough day?”

Nancy set the glass down with a clunk. “Did you leak those images from New Terra?”

“No. I guess we’ll have to have an independent investigation into who did that.” Chrisjen took a drink and pushed away from the desk.

Nancy narrowed her eyes and moved to stand in front of Chrisjen. “Don’t give me that shit, Chrisjen.”

Chrisjen lifted her chin. “Madam Secretary.”

And she could see the rage in Nancy’s eyes as she put her hands on Chrisjen’s shoulders and pushed her until her back hit the monitor on the wall. “You completely fucked me over, you bitch.”

Chrisjen shrugged her shoulders. “And if I did? You know the game as well as I do.”

“You think this is a game? This is about people’s lives! It’s about giving Earth hope and a future! And you’re pulling dirty tricks and stopping - “

“I am stopping the fucking destruction of our species!” Chrisjen glared at Nancy. “I am not a naïve neophyte rushing headfirst towards our extinction! And you - “

Nancy crashed her mouth against Chrisjen’s. The kiss was rough, all teeth and tongue.  Nancy unbuttoned Chrisjen’s jacket as Chrisjen bit down on her bottom lip as she pulled away. “Since you’re convinced that I fucked you metaphorically, you want me to fuck you physically?”

Nancy placed her hands on Chrisjen’s bare stomach and dragged them up to cup her breasts through her bra. “Who says you’ll be doing the fucking?”

Chrisjen caught Nancy’s wrists and spun them around, so Nancy’s back was against the wall. “Me.” She kissed her again, smiling as Nancy responding eagerly. She grabbed the hem of Nancy’s dress and pulled it up around her waist. “Pencil skirts are such a fucking pain in the ass.” She brought her hand to the juncture between Nancy’s thighs and rubbed. “You’ll have to remember that.”

Nancy closed her eyes and her head rested against the monitor. “For what?”

Chrisjen moved Nancy’s underwear aside and slipped a finger into her. “The next time you want me to fuck you.”

“Fuck you.”

Chrisjen’s answering grin was sharp as she added another finger and found a better angle. Nancy moaned. “Do you want me to fuck you, Nancy?”

“Yes.”

Chrisjen had expected more resistance. But clearly Nancy had either wanted this for some time or needed to get laid. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Madam Secretary.”

Chrisjen inserted another finger and allowed her palm to rub against Nancy’s clit. Nancy’s hips began to move in the motion of Chrisjen’s thrusts. Chrisjen mouthed her breasts through the fabric of her dress. Fuck, this woman wore the most inconvenient clothing. Chrisjen found the right angle, the right pressure, right rhythm and Nancy’s hips sped up until she came around Chrisjen’s fingers.

When Chrisjen was confident that Nancy could stand on her power, she removed her fingers and wiped them on Nancy’s dress. She stepped away from her, picked up her glass and poured herself a new drink.

“Don’t you want me - “

Chrisjen turned toward Nancy. “No. I want you to leave.”

Nancy nodded and turned away.

“Oh, Nancy?” Chrisjen called after her. “After I fucking win, I want you under that desk. Remember that.”

“We’ll see,” Nancy replied as she left the office.

#chrisjen avasarala #nancy gao #the expanse #femslash february #chrisjen x nancy #lol i tried

[moocowmoocow]

Femslash February 20 - Perform

Chrisjen x Nineteen Adze [A Memory Called Empire]

When it was discovered that one of the ring gates opened to the Teixcalaanli Empire, the Sol system collectively shat itself. Not only were humans present in other systems, but the Empire was quite technically advanced. Perhaps even more so than the Sol system.

Nancy Gao either grew a backbone or a sense of humor and appointed Chrisjen to be Earth’s ambassador to the Empire. Much to her dismay, she was the ambassador to a culture based entirely on bullshit.

Now, she and Arjun were attending one of interminable poetry recitation competitions. Christ, she had never heard so much fucking poetry in her life. She rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat, drawing a disapproving look from Arjun. Finally, finally a winner was declared and she tried to escape. However, several in the Empress’s court wanted Arjun to recite Earth poetry and ever the professor, he was happy to comply. She heard the crowd murmur about how primitive Earth’s poetry was but how there was base beauty to it.

A servant came up to her and told her that the Empress wanted to speak to her. As she followed him, she wished once again that she had been able to bring Bobbie along with her. Teixcalaanli culture was quite fond of assassination of threats and having an extra pair of eyes would be helpful.

Empress Nineteen Adze greeted Chrisjen coolly in her own personal chambers. As was her custom, she was wearing only white. Chrisjen wore a scarlet sari and rubies. Catching their reflection in a surface of the room, she saw that the were in stark contrast to each other - color and purest white, light and dark.

“Ambassador Avasarala, did you enjoy the poetry?”

Chrisjen inclined her head. “Poetry is much more my husband’s area of expertise.”

“What is yours?”

“Cutting through bullshit. What is this really about, Empress?”

Nineteen Adze stood and made her way over to Chrisjen. She caressed Chrisjen’s face and brought her hand to rest on her neck. Chrisjen’s body involuntarily shuddered, remembering the footage of Nineteen Adze’s sword red with blood. “It’s about this,” she responded, kissing Chrisjen.

Chrisjen very much doubted that it was about her or even sex. The Empress probably thought Chrisjen was as primitive about politics as Earth was about poetry. Chrisjen knew she was playing a dangerous game, but fucking the Empress would give her a finger hold into the Imperial household that she could exploit. When Nineteen Adze broke the kiss and held out her hand, Chrisjen took it and let herself be led to the Empress’s bedchamber.

#chrisjen avasarala #nineteen adze #the expanse #a memory called empire #femslash february #the obscure crossover everyone wanted!

[whenimaunicorn]

The Expanse Fanfic Masterlist

Organized by ship in newest-to-oldest chronological order, more or less?

TV-based:

Naomi x Drummer:

And I Love You - (M) - revisiting Naomi’s exit from the Behemoth, adding in a last kiss ;)

     bonus: a podfic recording of this fic by Spinifex!

drabble: kiss on the neck

drabble: “I need you to let me all the way in”

Naomi x Amos:

Whatever You Want - (E) - my first in the fandom! The opening chapter is still near and dear to my heart. A slightly bored Naomi and Amos hook up in a bar on-station and the chemistry explodes.

Closer (E) -  Amos does his best to soothe Naomi’s anxieties during S1E5

“Atlas” - (T) - very silly drabble about Naomi discovering how Amos made money for engineering school. I had plans for finishing it explicitly, but the words never flowed.

He’s Not My Dog - (T) non-shippy exploration of Naomi and Amos’ brotp and how it fell apart during season one of the show, through her eyes.

Naomi x Amos x Holden:

Join Us - (E) - a porny little imagining of a established couple Amos and Naomi seducing Jim Holden during the downtime of S1E5

in a lovely constellation - (T) - cowritten with @rociposse; a series of shorts about the evolution of our angsty OT3. I am particularly proud of the last chapter which depicts Amos trying to care for an infant while also fixing the ship.

Amos x Holden:

Show Me - (E) - In which Amos hates to be touched and he and Holden find a way to share sexual intimacy anyway.

Am I The Captain? - (E) - silly little sex-as-battle-for-dominance fic that people seem to love, set post- S1E7

Miller x Octavia

Not Again - (E) - in which Octavia Muss tries, and fails, to resist the charms of her ex-lover, Detective Joe Miller

Chrisjen Avasarala x Arjun

the depths that pass between us - (T) -  Arjun tries to ease Chrisjen's mind as much as he can before he says goodbye. Set after she asked him to take the family to safety on Luna at the end of season one.

Book series based (spoilers):

Naomi

Infinite - (T) - how Naomi got from Filip to here

Naomi x Holden

Reunion - (E) -  Set between Nemesis Games and Babylon's Ashes. An exploration of how they got from the tension and angst at the end of NG to their new trust and solidarity in BA. Explored through sex because it's me. That's what I write.

Bobbie x Alex

One Night on Mars - (M) - as promised in the line that this title comes from, Bobbie makes out with Alex in a hotel room

A Stable Orbit - (T) - slice-of-life fluff for Bobbie and Alex post-Babylon's Ashes

Amos x Peaches:

Save Me From Myself - (E) - set in the last chapter of book 3… basically what I would have done in her shoes

A Warm Place (E) - set in book five “huddling for warmth” trope; my favorite out of all of them

Prisoner Transport (E) was my one foray into irreverent, self-insert smut for this fandom. The reader is a prisoner on the Roci (and I did my best to make it gender-neutral with versions for both kinds of plumbing) who seduces both Peaches and Amos

#the expanse fanfiction #the expanse fanfic #the expanse fic #naomi nagata #amos burton #masterlist #the expanse masterlist

[moocowmoocow]

what’s your favorite headcanon of [pairing]? For Chrisjen/Bobbie and Drummer/Naomi, if you like!

Chrisjen x Bobbie

The biggest one is that Arjun, Chrisjen and Bobbie all peacefully coexist. Arjun and Bobbie understand the roles they play in Chrisjen’s life.  Sometimes, Bobbie and Arjun have to collaborate (yes, even while Bobbie’s on Mars) to get her to sleep.

Chrisjen’s grandchildren adore Bobbie and Bobbie finds them fun.

On the Roci after Io, Bobbie makes sure Chrisjen takes breaks from UN business to eat, sleep, and sets up an RBG-like workout for her so Earth’s gravity won’t be too weird when she gets back.  [And sex.  They have sex.]

Chrisjen makes sure that Bobbie’s reinstated back in the MMC.

They try to send each other a message at least once a week.

Naomi x Drummer

After their night of sports and dancing on Tycho, they play something like Words With Friends or some strategy game that you can set aside at times via whatever The Expanse verse equivalent of the internet is.  Some times they just play and sometimes they use the messaging function to chat.  It’s a great way for Naomi to deal with all the stupidities of having to live with Inners.

On the Behemoth, on nights when they’re so tired that the can’t sleep, Drummer and Naomi like to look for differences in their Belter dialects.

Drummer likes to pull Naomi into the chapel on the Behemoth sometimes to make out.  (There had to be more than one on that ship.)  Because very few people every go in and because fuck you.

Naomi picked her new suit because she noticed Drummer quirk her lips when she saw that color on the rack in the shop.

#sugarfey

[moocowmoocow]

OK, so I warned @sugarfey that I was going to play in her ‘90s Band AU (which you should read because it is fun and hot and angsty at times Naomi x Drummer).  So here’s a little Bobbie and Chrisjen ficlet (Bobbie/Chrisjen if you squint, I guess) set in the same universe.

Bobbie knew that the track she was recording was good.  She nearly felt like she did when The Belter Sisters played live --  the beat drove her whole body, drove her bandmates, drove the audience. She knew that her contribution to album would be overlooked by most listeners and critics.  They'd be occupied with Camina's guitar and Naomi’s vocals. But she knew that the audience's bodies would crash together to this rhythm; that punches would be thrown on this song's beat.

"That's good, Bobbie."  Avasarala's voice cut in from the control room.  "That'll be it for today."

Bobbie played on for a few more seconds before bringing her drumsticks down in one last resounding crash.  "Woo!" she yelled.  She stepped away from her drum set and pulled out a towel.  She wiped sweat from her forehead, her chest above the curve of her tank top and realized she didn't know what she where she was going to go next. Julie had gone to a meeting to agitate for undocumented people's rights, which meant that Camina and Naomi were in the apartment alone.  She was happy for her friends' relationship, but had no desire to walk in on them. Besides, they deserved some time alone. She supposed there had to be a bar nearby with cheap booze and a decent burger.

She ran into Avasarala in the hallway. She was wearing a deep red suit, gold rings flashing in the florescent light as she pulled out the bobby pins holding her elaborate updo.  "Arjun is in New York all month and I'm sick of eating alone. Come have dinner with me."

"I'm not exactly dressed for it," Bobbie said, pointing to her ripped jeans and black tank top.

Avasarala smiled and Bobbie noticed that for the first time since she had known Avasarala, the smile reached her eyes.  "I'm not going to take you to some shitty restaurant that exists only to be a circle jerk over how we're all so famous and I have to worry if I'm kissing the right ass.  We'll go to my place."

Dumbfounded, Bobbie nodded.

*

Bobbie thought that the long drive to Avasarala's house overlooking the Pacific Ocean would be torture.  She was pleasantly surprised about how much she enjoyed the other woman's company.  They listened to stations up and down the FM dial, dismissing some songs as shit, discussing what worked on others. Avasarala would let out long strings of profanity whenever one of Sadavir Errinwright's client's songs played.  She told Bobbie stories about her grandchildren, including the day her daughter called her up yelling about how one of the girls said fuck at school.  She was good at getting Bobbie to unwittingly open up, discussing Bobbie's dreams for The Belter Sisters and how she missed her family and New Zealand.

Bobbie looked around Avasarala's living area as she talked to her cook in Farsi. Bobbie walked past the sole gold record hanging in the house ("My first one," Avasarala would tell her later.) and looked at the numerous framed photos of her family.  Avasarala joined her, carrying a bottle of wine.  "Who's he?" Bobbie asked about the young man who seemed to disappear halfway through the pictures.

Avasarala's smile faltered.  "Our son, Charanpal. He died, awhile ago."

"I'm so sorry."

Avasarala cleared her throat. "You didn't kill him. You have nothing to be sorry about." The cook saved them from more awkwardness by announcing that the food was out on the patio.

*

Bobbie relaxed to the rhythm of the waves crashing into shore.  The meal was simple - lamb and rice - and probably one of the better ones she's had since they had moved to LA. Avasarala poured more wine into both of their glasses. "Help me to understand Camina," she asked.

Bobbie's unease must have shown on her face.  "I'm not asking you to divulge her deepest secrets.  I'm trying to understand how the group works and how to get the best music out of you."

"You do this with all the bands you work with?"

"Male groups are much easier to figure out." Avasarala rolled her eyes.  "Most either confuse their instruments with their dicks or have mommy issues or both.  Simple, but fucking annoying."

Bobbie nodded.  She knew she should be wary around Avasarala, the way that Camina and Naomi were, but her gut was telling her she could trust the other woman.  "Camina doesn't really let me in."  Bobbie traced the outlines of what little she knew about Camina's past, about her life-long friendship with Naomi.

"So the key to Camina is Naomi," Avasarala stated.

"Do not try to overtly manipulate Naomi, though," Bobbie warned.  "She hates that and she'll just . . . retreat from you.  If Naomi is quiet and withdrawn and Camina is yelling, you'll lose us."

Bobbie looked out to the ocean as Avasarala contemplated what she had told her.  Bobbie wondered if her bandmates would view what she had just told Avasarala as betrayal. She sighed. "It's hard to believe that home is on the other side of that water." She was startled when Avasarala placed her hand on her wrist, rings cold against Bobbie's skin.

"When you tour, I'll make sure you have time there," Avasarala promised.

Bobbie nodded. "Do you miss home?"

Avasarala looked away. "Every goddamn day."

Bobbie covered Avasarala's hand with her own and gave it a gentle squeeze.

#bobbie draper #chrisjen avasarala #the expanse #band au #sorry for the errors #i also like to switch tenses #i think i caught most of them #anyway #enjoy?

[presidentlauraroslin]

Bobbie x Chrisjen - N. The color green

It wasthe exact same shade as the trees that surrounded Chrisjen’s house. A sort ofdeep, rich color that almost seemed to vibrate with life. Or maybe that wasonly because Bobbie could now finally associate it with something other than picturesand dreams. She had now seen trees and plants that were just there, not forfood or oxygen, but just there, as nature. Green would never be the same again.

“Arjunsays he misses you. Or rather the way you seemed to be the only one who wouldtalk back to me,” Chrisjen said with a softness in her voice and Bobbie managedto look back up at the older woman’s face. She missed the kind, old man aswell, but it paled in comparison how much she missed Chrisjen. She almost regrettedleaving her. Not being able to talk to her directly without a delay, being ableto touch her, it was harder than she had expected.

Bobbiewatched the message, watched how the green silk shimmered with every movementChrisjen made, how the emerald on her finger glittered as it caught the light.Bobbie ignored the stab of sadness she felt at the memory of Chrisjen teachinghow to remove her complicated outfits. She had never worn this color though. Itlooked good on her. Despite the deepened lines on her face, the dark circlesunder her eyes that not even make up could hide, it made her look regal, fullof life.  

“AndBobbie, don’t do anything stupid.” Bobbie smiled at the typical Avasaralagoodbye. Those messages, short or long, always brought a little brightness forto her day. No matter how much Mars, and the MMC, was her home, she missed theshort, foul-mouthed politician and her colorful clothes. Here she just hadMartian red, no gold or deep purple, no bright orange or rich greens.

Here shewas surrounded by blacks and greys, by Martians who still had troubleunderstanding why one of their own seemed to be receiving messages on theregular from someone whose face they had used as target practice not too longago. Bobbie never bothered to even try to explain it to them. Her business withthe leader of Earth was her own.

With ashake of her head, Bobbie hit reply. No need to keep the Secretary-General waiting.“I like your sari. Reminds me of Earth.”

#moocowmoocow #the expanse #bobbie draper #chrisjen avasarala #fanfic

[musicin68]

Chrisjen/author’s choice, for #44 or 47.

Chrisjen/Arjun #47 - “No one needs to know.”

Holy moly…so as it turns out it took me over 3000 words to get that line into what my brain assured me was what I HAD TO WRITE. New Year’s Eve is posted to AO3 where you can peruse it at your leisure. 

#fanfic #prompt #rikerssexblouse #the expanse #chrisjen x arjun #chrisjen avasarala #arjun rao