Title: Though My Soul May Set in Darkness
Author:
brighteyed_jill
Fanmixer:
echoinautumn
Fanmix: Music!
Artist:
acquiescence_
Art link: Poster, banner, and icons
Word Count: ~60,000
Characters/Pairings: McCoy/Chekov + ensemble main crew, background OCs and other pairings
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: implied and remembered non-con, graphic dub con, implied underage, slavery and inherent consent issues, messing around with people’s minds, violence, non-graphic torture, aphrodisiac substances employed deviously (none of it perpetrated by the good guys), and angst. Also, pseudo!science.
Beta(s): the eagle-eyed
vellum and the queen of idea-bouncing
jaune_chat
Note: This story is a sequel to We Have Loved the Stars Too Fondly…, my big bang entry from last year. I'd recommend reading that first, but there's a "previously on" at the top of this story's first part if you need it.
Summary: Chekov has recovered from a year spent in captivity after an away mission gone wrong; he’s repaired relationships with his friends and built a new love with a certain surly ship’s doctor. A new undercover mission could offer Chekov closure, but other crew members object to putting himself in danger again. Chekov knows he’s strong enough to face his fears, but can he convince those closest to him that this mission is worth the risk?
( Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet, When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet. )
Author:
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Fanmixer:
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Fanmix: Music!
Artist:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Art link: Poster, banner, and icons
Word Count: ~60,000
Characters/Pairings: McCoy/Chekov + ensemble main crew, background OCs and other pairings
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: implied and remembered non-con, graphic dub con, implied underage, slavery and inherent consent issues, messing around with people’s minds, violence, non-graphic torture, aphrodisiac substances employed deviously (none of it perpetrated by the good guys), and angst. Also, pseudo!science.
Beta(s): the eagle-eyed
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Note: This story is a sequel to We Have Loved the Stars Too Fondly…, my big bang entry from last year. I'd recommend reading that first, but there's a "previously on" at the top of this story's first part if you need it.
Summary: Chekov has recovered from a year spent in captivity after an away mission gone wrong; he’s repaired relationships with his friends and built a new love with a certain surly ship’s doctor. A new undercover mission could offer Chekov closure, but other crew members object to putting himself in danger again. Chekov knows he’s strong enough to face his fears, but can he convince those closest to him that this mission is worth the risk?
( Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet, When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet. )