#leckgrun

[captainjimothy]

weyoun mentioned

[weyounbathwater]

Do leckgrun next

[grouper]

a commission for @weyounbathwater ... leckgrun, one of the best rarepairs out there. the idea behind this is yelgrun coming out of the cloning chamber again with his bf leck there waiting to take care of him.

[unrestedjade]

Something really delightful about leckgrun I think it's that it's that old chestnut where a functionally immortal, otherworldly being falls in love with a mortal. But instead of the mortal in question being a teenage girl, it's a stout, middle-aged man who also happens to be a contract killer.

It's just cute is all.

[vortahoney]

write leckgrun (we are standing in an alley and you are trembling beneath a streetlight and I'm circling just at the edge of the shadows speaking to you)

Oh I promise I am far from trembling.

Here, have some Leckgrun, made especially for you my friend.

The place was dirty, that was the best way to describe it. Grime coated the walls, the whole place reeked of smoke, and the patrons (the ones who weren’t already passed out at the bar) were brawling. It was one hell of a place for a first date, and Yelgrun was suspicious of the place before they’d even docked. He was so excited to go in.

“This is the best place in the galaxy to get a drink.” Leck’s voice was the most familiar thing about this place, though it was still tinged with the danger that Yelgrun adored.

“I’m sure it is.” Yelgrun sat with his hands folded in his lap, trademark smirk painting his face. “If you can get past the mold on the walls.”

“It only adds to the experience.” Leck’s smile was all eyes and sharp teeth, something Yelgrun greatly appreciated about him. And he always seemed to be in on the joke, never falling for or bending to Yelgrun’s sarcasm. “Let me get you a drink. Best in the galaxy.”

“So you’ve said.” He crossed and re-crossed his legs. “I’m afraid Vorta can’t get drunk very easily.”

“Oh they have stuff that will get you drunk twice over,” he promised.

“Well, then, I’d love to have one.”

“I’ll get you two.” Leck promised, winking, before leaving for the bar.

The hand on Yelgrun’s leg was just another part of the experience to him. He was almost giddy when the man, almost two feet taller than him, approached from behind and grabbed his hips. And he was even giddier when he pulled his hand away, screaming, a knife buried deep between two knuckles.

On the other side of the room was Leck, in his throwing stance, a fire in his eyes that made Yelgrun want to grab those ears right then and there.

“Now, I don’t know whether you’re a pickpocket or a pervert,” Leck spat. “But you’d better take your hands off of him before that knife finds a much less comfortable place to rest.”

“My hero.” Yelgrun tilted his head, mouth upturned. Eventually, he made his way back to Leck’s side, plucking the drink from his hand and taking a sip. “I love it when you get violent.”

“I didn’t know he was here with someone, I- I swear!” The man panted as Leck ripped the knife from his hand.

“Stupidity is no excuse.” After wiping the blood off, Leck spun the knife around and sheathed it. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to put your hands on a Ferengi’s property?”

“I have to protest, Leck,” Yelgrun interrupted. All the eyes in the bar were on them now, watching Leck get in the alien man’s face, pointing at him with an entirely new blade. “I am not your property.”

“It’s for emphasis, Yelgrun.” Leck didn’t even break his glare.

“Ah.” Yelgrun gave a slow nod. “Well, then, emphasize away.”

The blade flew to the alien’s throat. “I- I swear,” he stammered, staring down at the shining blade. “It won’t happen again.”

“It had better not.” Leck whispered, baring his teeth. Finally, he dropped the blade from the man’s neck and pushed him away.

Yelgrun sauntered up behind him, drink still in hand. “You know, no one has ever thrown a knife at someone for me before.”

“Perhaps” —he paused to take his free hand— “you should meet better people.”

“More exciting people.” Yelgrun agreed.

“Precisely.” A toothy smile spread across Leck’s face.

[captainjimothy]

so anyway.

[captainjimothy]

what's the opposite of a wingman

[weyounbathwater]

Anyway. Leckgrun anyone?

[weyounbathwater]

[Images: parts of a text post edited over screenshots of Yelgrun and Leck from Deep Space Nine. The text posts are from tumblr user ovur and a deactivated account.

The first image is of Yelgrun, and the text reads "Uhh guys? Can we normalize having long legs and a tight pussy maybe?". The second image is Leck and the text reads "NO! My legs are short and my pussy is a cave known for its natural acoustics". The third image is Yelgrun again and the text reads "I apologize for my lack of inclusivity... I'll off myself now." /End.]

[weyounbathwater]

[weyounbathwater]

I've been told that I've gotten someone interested in shipping leckgrun before they've even gotten to that part of DS9 so I want to make it clear for anyone else out there that Leck is the single Ferengi who Yelgrun has zero interaction with in the entire episode, it is only by the power of imagination that they're together at all, and that is why the ship is hilarious to me. thank you

[weyounbathwater]

Hi hello tell me something about snart or about leckgrun

Ohh you just made me think mad deep thoughts about Yelgrun who is probably so ancient as to have lived through the gradual changes to the Vorta brought on by the founders including increasingly stricter and more controlling guidelines such as going from no leaving the planet without a founder present to no going back to the planet to no more personal items to no more taste buds to no more vision to no more art appreciation to you have to commit suicide if you're captured by the enemy and Yelgrun is both so malleable by the founders and so lonely he probably either didn't care or by the time he cared it was too late and he didn't think he'd ever have an out or be able to find a way to go back to having some semblance of freedom before his gods judged him too dysfunctional to exist and have him terminated all before he met leck who is probably the most carefree Ferengi in existence and who is able to teach him so much about what it's like to have autonomy even just from spending one night together but after spending a lot of time together it's probably a life changing experience and it's happening after like idk how many lifetimes for him

Also I think snart is very good at getting into places he shouldn't be. Like picking locks or sneaking around security systems. He didn't intentionally pick up this trait he's just naturally talented at it. He's five feet tall

[weyounbathwater]

how dare you persuade me to ship leckgrun only to discover theres like 0 content for it.. home of phobia licherally

HA

I know I'm sorry we're working on it buddy we have works in progress as we speak

[vortahoney]

Perfect For Me- Yelgrun/Leck

For @kingdeath000, happy birthday!!

Word Count: 432

Warning: blood, knives

Of all the things Leck loved to do, it was stabbing people that was his favorite. He knew he wasn’t “normal”. Of course he did, he saw the looks others gave him and he heard the hushed rumors that spread like wildfire, but it wasn’t like he cared. It had been this way since he was a child, and, like his violent urges, never stopped.

It was by pure luck that he’d managed to fall in love with someone who loved to be stabbed.

Yelgrun was perfect for him. Smug, excitable, sadistic and masochistic at the same time. And Leck, just as smug, easier to excite, and as sadistic as they come. They were a perfect match.

Yelgrun was perfect. And he had thought of the perfect birthday gift. Which was how Leck had ended up on Yelgrun’s lap with a shiny, new knife gripped in his hand.

“It’s alright.” Yelgrun assured him, pulling Leck’s hand and by extension his knife closer. He stopped only when the blade was pushed to his neck. “I know you want to.”

“You’d die.”

“And I’ll be back tomorrow.” His voice was quiet, but it still held that signature smugness. “Besides, I’ve never had my throat slit before. It would be fun.”

“I prefer stabbing.” Leck pressed the blade closer to his neck.

“Hm…” Yelgrun grabbed Leck by the hips. “Boring. But I can make do.”

He let the blade drag across Yelgrun’s pale skin, watching the violet blood slowly drip down. Vorta blood was such an interesting thing, water-thin, dark purple, and practically luminescent. How lucky he was that he’d managed to snag a Vorta of his own.

“Maybe you could throw the knife.” Yelgrun paused to place a kiss on Leck’s forehead. “I’d make good target practice.”

“My knives aren’t made for that.” Leck traced a circle with the tip of his blade. “I have some throwing knives, but this one is a dagger. I’d miss.”

“How unfortunate.” Yelgrun traced a finger lightly over the shell of Leck’s ear. “A stabbing would be acceptable, then. Just… be interesting about it.”

“You know, I love you,” He laughed.

Yelgrun scoffed, but his smile betrayed his feelings. “Just get on with it.”

Looking up into Yelgrun’s eyes, bright, shining eyes almost identical to his blood, he twirled the dagger around just next to his mouth. When he nicked the paper-thin skin, he made a point to watch the blood drip down again. Then, he made a point to watch Yelgrun’s tongue dart out of his mouth on instinct to collect the blood.

He took a deep breath and made a decision. “Maybe later.”

[weyounbathwater]

Hi everyone, the first chapter of our Leckgrun fic went up today, for anyone interested

[weyounbathwater]

obsessed with ishka getting leckgrun together you are so right. she should be besties with both of them

She should be!!! She also fucking loves drama and would sit in the corner watching intently while they attempted to flirt and if one lands she claps excitedly