Chapters: 1/10
Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Charles Vance/Rayner
Characters: Charles Vance, Rayner (Star Trek)
Additional Tags: There was only one sleeping bag, War Crimes, references to past torture, Violence, Trauma, Shame, Pre-Canon, dubious survival tactics, Lost in Translation, problematic bi representation, nobody’s hands are clean (in either the moral or the hygienic sense)
Summary:
In the dying months of the Kellerun uprising, the Federation finally dispatches aid. Cut off from their convoy, stranded and alone, a junior Starfleet officer and a Kellerun militia soldier face a war of their own.
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It’s here! The fic that started with the thought “so Vance and Rayner definitely explored each other’s bodies, right?”, before proceeding at warp speed all the way from pwp one-shot to pwp (porn with politics) multichapter tale.
The first few chapters are written, and I know where I want the rest of the story to go; I’ll space posting of the completed chapters out a little to give myself some buffer.
Me at the end of this chapter:
BUT ALSO SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP, REFRESHING AO3 IN CASE THERE’S MORE
I had no choice but to draw Rayner as described in this fic. I assume the Breen hunt him by following the stink lines. Not completely sold on his man bun, but without it he looked like the drummer in an '80s hair metal band. Also, it may in fact be an actual bread roll he is saving for lunch. Why is the angry ghost of Charles Schulz manifesting in my study?