#neelix x reader

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Warm Welcome

Day 2 from @creativepromptsforwriting's December Prompt List! I have this fanfic plot bunny of Neelix and a baker falling in love. I'm not in a place to write that whole thing right now, but this felt cute and on-topic, so.

December 2: Baking (Neelix x GN!Reader)

Also, I've written this so that the reader-insert character is Banean, a feathered humanoid species that looks like this:

Warnings: none; not beta'd we die like men. | Words: ~975

As you settled yourself in your new quarters, you found you couldn’t keep your mind off the awful business with Tolen and Lidell Ren. It had opened your eyes to just how cruel the Banean penal system had become as fear and suspicion towards the Numiri grew on your homeworld. Even your lifelong friend Kray had fallen victim to his own distrust, using his power as Minister of Science to deliver a cruel punishment to an innocent man. Kray hadn’t known that Lieutenant Paris was innocent at the time, but that hardly made you feel better. The constant tension and cynicism swallowing Banea whole felt foreign to you, antithetical to everything you were raised to believe in – compassion, exploration, goodwill, trust. You found that you barely recognized your homeworld anymore. 

And so it was time to go. You’d approached Lieutenant Paris and Commander Tuvok before their departure, requesting an audience with the captain. You’d asked her about the prospect of joining Voyager and, as you’d assured her of your ability and desire to learn and become a useful member of their crew, she’d agreed. 

The chime sounded at your door. 

“Come in!” You rose from where you were unpacking the few personal effects you’d brought with you.

The door slid open, revealing a smiling Ensign Kim. 

“Welcome aboard,” he offered. “The captain has asked me to give you a tour and introduce you to some of the crew. Is now a good time?”

You nodded eagerly, ready to try making some friends. 

The ensign towed you around the ship, presenting various departments, decks, and friendly faces in uniform. You made small talk in the corridors and, if you weren’t mistaken, Ensign Kim appeared to be trying to flirt with you. Biting back a grin, you did your best to steer the conversations back to more neutral topics.

As you approached what your companion had identified as the mess hall, a delectable scent wafted through the corridor, stopping you in your tracks.

Following your nose, the ensign allowed you to lead as you entered the mess, revealing a stocky Talaxian male frantically stirring pots and flipping something in flaming pans. 

His eyes and smile widened as he noticed you. He scurried around the corner out of the kitchen to grasp your hand eagerly in his. “You must be our new Banean crew member! Welcome aboard!” He shook your hand firmly, glancing between you and Ensign Kim. “I’m Neelix, I’m the cook here on Voyager – lots of mouths to feed here!”

A burst of flame erupted around one of the pans in the kitchen and with a yelp, Neelix hurried back to it. Grinning amusedly, you followed after him. The heat of multiple cooking sources going at once pressed down on you and you fluttered the feathers around your face to combat it. 

“It smells incredible in here,” you exclaimed, a swell of warm spice and baking bread rolling over you. 

“Thank you!” Neelix replied, whirling around the kitchen confidently, somehow managing multiple pots and pans over the fire, packed chopping boards, and a crammed oven. 

“We have replicators on Voyager,” he continued, stirring a pot that was perilously close to boiling over. “But they’re something of an energy drain, so usage has been rationed, and I run the kitchen to make sure the crew is fed without depleting energy reserves!”

“Seems like a big job,” you commented, your fingers itching to help as Neelix flitted between chopping and flipping and stirring. 

“Oh, completely!” His response sounded cheerful. “But I enjoy it, and it’s my way of contributing to th-” 

“Your bread’s about to burn,” you interjected, wincing as you did. “I apologize,” you added as you made your way toward the oven, grabbing an oven mitt before yanking several loaves out and placing the pans on an overhead rack to cool. 

“I didn’t mean to interrupt, but it was just a few seconds from being too overdone, and I-.” You shook your head, suddenly self-conscious, and backed away.

“I’m sorry, I overstepped. This is your domain, I-I only meant to help.” You lingered near the entrance to the kitchen, your hands wide and open in surrender. Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed Ensign Kim was nowhere to be found.

Neelix watched you with wide, kind eyes, not appearing angry in the slightest.

“No, no! I appreciate your help!” He sounded earnest, which soothed some of your embarrassment. “If I may ask… how did you know it was about to burn? You only just arrived.”

You shrugged awkwardly. “By the smell… I used to do a lot of baking on Banea.”

You watched as Neelix’s whole face lit up, his jovial smile erasing the remainder of your uncertainty. He picked up his ladle and resumed stirring the bubbling pot. “You know, I could certainly use a hand in here, if that was something you’d like to do,” he suggested gently. “And aside from birthday cakes, I’m not much of a baker, myself.”

He fixed you with a knowing stare. “I happen to know the crew would appreciate someone to… temper some of my own creations.” He set the ladle back down and wiped his hands on his gaudy apron. “And they would certainly never turn down consistent desserts.”

He held his hand out toward you again, waiting with an eager smile. 

Your confidence bolstered somewhat, you slid your hand into his. “I’d love to help.”

“Wonderful!” After a vigorous handshake, he launched into a monologue about the evening’s dinner and you found yourself good-naturedly cutting in. 

“Back on Banea, I made this pipfruit and roasted leola root cake with parra creme sauce-”

“Leola root? Oh, I’ve always said that leola root is one of the most versatile vegetables in this quadrant. There's no better source of vitamins or minerals!” Neelix raved as he coaxed you back into the kitchen.

[wicca-wicca-whack]

Human Behaviors

Tom Paris x Reader

2366 words

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Tom, per se. It was more that, from the time you had come aboard Voyager, the two of you just could not manage to get along. And, as the Powers That Be know, you’ve tried. You can’t quite hack it, though. From the moment you’d come on the ship, requesting asylum, he’d been nothing but borderline unkind to you, though he generally passed it off as a joke whenever anyone called him out.

He was borderline ornery most of the time, rolling his eyes when you spoke. You’d been on the bridge a few times to help with navigation, being essentially the only person on the ship who had any experience this side of the Nekrit Expanse, not to mention the wall of Borg they’d had to cross, and many of the things you said earned a sassy comment, which only proved to make you irate.

And, of course, almost everyone else was ever so kind, if not at least neutral. You and Harry were friendly, you would say, he would often check in on you when you crossed paths in the mess, offering you a seat at his table on occasion, an invite you never took, due to the snotty comments from the ever-irritating blonde.

Harry had told you, once, that you and Tom must have some kind of misunderstanding, but you weren’t sure what that would be. You could swear when you caught him staring, he was calculating how next to push your buttons. When he’d heard you’d decided to take up a role as Counselor, because you could tell this ship desperately needed one, you’d seen the way he’d frowned, and heard him telling B’Elanna you couldn’t possibly be much help if you didn’t really understand what anyone here was going through. You’d waved off Harry’s concern as B’Elanna had admonished the pale man, rolling your eyes as you left the mess.

Moments like this had led you here- sitting in the holodeck with Tom, B’Elanna, and Harry, along with many others, as a sort of forced birthday celebration. Harry, and, supposedly Paris, had gone out of their way to replicate one of your old hangout spots back home- a dingy sort of bar that you were sure no one here liked quite as much as they liked Sandrine’s, guessing by the looks on their faces. But Harry and Neelix were determined to keep on happy faces, Neelix even going so far as to try and recreate some of your home planet’s food. You thanked him, even though they were woefully overseasoned, and tried to decide if you could slip away unnoticed at your own celebration, though that train of thought was quickly interrupted by Captain Janeway and Commander Chakotay coming to wish you a happy birthday, so you plastered a smile on your face as you tried to pretend you weren’t miserable.

Tom had been making jokes about you “being old” all night, and the more you drank, the more you found it ground on your ears. He could never just be nice to you, even on celebratory days, and you knew he knew very well you could hear him across the room. Not that he was loud, per se, but your species was well-known for having remarkably exceptional hearing, and your hatred for his voice meant you were able to pick him out quite well in crowds.

You broke when he made his way over to you, chatting with Ayala and Nozawa, the men chuckling about something or other he had said as crewman Anderson handed Nozawa a drink- you assume they must have come together. An interesting pair, but you didn’t intend to question them about it.

Tom clapped his hand on your shoulder, and it took everything you had not to pull away from him. “And here she is! The old lady of the hour!”

To your face. You absolutely could not believe he had the audacity to say it to your face.

You made to excuse yourself, upset that he could, supposedly, be so nice to everyone else, but could not even give you peace on a day that was supposedly “your day.”

As you made your way to the holodeck’s exit, you heard him call for you before you felt his hand on your shoulder, and you turned, and in one swift motion, tossed the contents of your glass into his face.

You heard multiple gasps, and watched Tom try to wipe his face off before you handed off your empty glass to an apprehensive Neelix, stalking towards your quarters with purpose.

You couldn’t even fathom that once upon a time, you had been attracted to him. It was shameful that part of you still was.

You often tried to rationalize it to yourself. He was, technically and objectively speaking, very attractive for a hu-mon. When you first met him, you were entranced with his blue eyes- nothing special, technically, as people on your planet had infinite eye colors, but something about his had caught your attention from the jump. And his stupid, pretty blonde hair… and his stupid, punchable pretty face.

You shook your head, stepping into your quarters and moving to change quickly. It was not as if you’d thought things between you and Thomas would go well today, but you were hoping for amicable. You were not so bold as to think he was attracted to you. You assumed if he was, he would be much nicer to you. Surely, something about you repulsed him. Otherwise, why would he be so kind to so many others, but show you nothing but unkind words?

The sound of your door pinging made you jump, and you called for whoever it was to come in, bracing for a lecture. To your shock, it’s only crewman Ktari from Engineering, and she’s giving you a look of sympathy as she steps in.

She asks if you’re okay, and something in you breaks. The two of you have spoken before, on multiple occasions, and she has been nothing short of kind each time, and you blame your weakness on that. You sit her down and get her a drink as you pour your heart out, and you find her to be very patient in the way she listens to you, and she uses your replicator to give you something called ice cream, claiming it’s common for women to gorge themselves on it when they’re upset. You’re surprised you find it soothing.

You are even more surprised when she begins to bash Tom with you, saying things about him being cute but having no social awareness, or things about him coasting by on his looks. It made you laugh, and it was late by the time she left, encouraging you to forget about him if he couldn’t bear to be even cordial.

You tried. Truly, you did. You spent a lot of time studying with the Doctor, still finding other time to go on dates. Or should you say one date. One date that very quickly went wrong.

You were in the mess, having dinner with crewman Fitzpatrick, a cute, former Maquis officer, and he’d been chatting away with you and complimenting you all night. He liked to joke, and you were having a lot of fun, spinning jokes and eating Neelix’s overseasoned food. You could just barely hear Tom complaining about something, but you did your best to tune him out. You deserved to have a nice night, and crewman Ktari spent hours encouraging you to have fun despite the sour night a week prior.

You must’ve tuned Paris out a little too well, because suddenly he was pulling a chair up and loudly asking if the pair of you were having a nice night.

You couldn’t help but frown, openly rolling your eyes at him. “We WERE having a nice night.”

His laugh made you cringe, and he looked at you like you’d said something funny. “You look nice.” 

Somehow that felt insincere.

“Not for your benefit. Can I help you?”

“I’m just chatting with a couple of my favorite people, what’s the harm?” “Favorite people?” You scoff, shaking your head at him. “That’s rich.”

“What, you don’t think I mean it?” He leans towards you, raising his brows.

“Absolutely not, how can I believe that?”

“I believe it. Favorite person on the ship.”

You scoff again, leaning towards him a bit. “Stop lying, Paris. It makes you uglier.”

He laughs, loud, rolling his eyes. “You don’t honestly think that.”

“Really, Paris, I would-” you look across the table, but Fitzpatrick is gone. In fact, you don’t see him anywhere in the mess, and you curse under your breath, frustrated. “You scared off my date.”

“Like it was hard. Fitzpatrick is so flighty at the best of times.”

“Don’t be a dick, Paris.” You move to stand, frustrated at the loss of your distraction.

“Oh, who taught you that phrase?” You can feel him move to follow you.

“Leave me alone.”

“Oh, come on, I did you a favor!” Another scoff from you. “Everyone knows Fitzpatrick is boring. Compliments are only fun for an hour, and that’s his only trick!”

“Oh, as if spending my dinner with you is so much better? Insults?”

“Insults?!” He sounds shocked as he follows you through the halls, and you try really hard to block out the people turning and whispering about the pair of you.

“Yes, insults, Paris.” You stop at your door, turning to him and frowning. “Goodnight.” “Hold on, shortstop.” One of his many nicknames to make fun of your height. He grabs your arm to stop you from going inside.

“Let go of me,” you try, skin warm from his touch.

“No, hold on and talk to me for a minute here. You think I’ve been insulting you?”

“Think? You have!” You tear your arm from his and give him a little shove back. He must have been surprised by it, because he stumbles back a little, and you escape into your quarters, sitting down on your couch with a sigh. You can hear him loitering outside your door for a moment, but he leaves, and you spend the rest of your night using the remainder of your rations for the week on drinks and ice cream.

Another week goes by, full of studying and, thanks to Tom’s interruption at dinner, no dates, as Fitzpatrick surely doesn’t want to see you again, and the men of the crew have decided Tom has some kind of claim on you, which is more than a little irritating. Ktari is as encouraging as she can be, trying to be the most supportive person, but it really does nothing to quell your irritation. 

Harry, your dearest friend, has a much different approach. “How about you and I get drinks tonight? We can boot up a fancy program, dress up nice, and drink wines that used to be expensive.”

“Harry, I dunno…”

“No, come on, it’ll be fun. You, me, holodeck two, 1900. Don’t be late,” he insists, and he takes off before you can even protest a little.

So, you resign yourself to your friend-date, dressing up nice as instructed. You enter holodeck two, promptly at 1905, and you’re a little shocked by how nice the program looks. You’re almost worried you’re going to have to break it to Harry that your friendship is strictly platonic, but then Tom is at your elbow, taking it and leading you towards a table.

“I thought Harry wouldn’t get you to come,” he almost looks a little nervous.

“I thought Harry was going to be here,” you argue as he sits you down.

“Uh, no. This is a date. I’d have asked you myself, but you’ve been avoiding me like a plague.” He sits across from you as a waiter comes by with two glasses and a chilled bottle of wine. “Drink?” “A date?” You’re skeptical, looking around for someone waiting in the wings to embarrass you.

“Yes, a date.” He pours you each a drink, sliding you a glass and taking a sip of his own. “I can’t want to take you on a date?”

“Based off my experiences, no.”

“You’ve got it all wrong,” he argues, sighing. “I’m not trying to be an ass.”

“Well you’re doing a shit job of being nice.”

“I’m just making jokes! It’s humor!”

“Being mean to me is humorous?”

“Yes! Well, no,” he corrects as you move to stand, and he moves to stand with you and grab your arm. “Wait, come on, just give me a second here.”

“You admitted you find making fun of me humorous!”

“It’s not like whatever you’re thinking, I’m not trying to make fun of you or be mean!”

“Mouse? Shrimp? Butterfingers? Dummy?”

“Those aren’t meant to be mean, its- okay, hold on,” he tries again as you try to pull away. “It’s part of human culture to give people nicknames that might come off mean, but I don’t mean them that way.” He tugs you closer, shaking his head. “I like you hanging around, you know. I like… you. God, that sounds lame.” 

You can’t help but just stare at him, taken off guard. “What?”

He tugs you closer, leaning down to kiss you softly as the band begins playing. Despite his grip on your arm, you definitely feel like you can pull away, but you don’t. Instead, you pull closer, and you can feel him relax as you return the kiss.

When you do pull away, he’s grinning, and he releases your arm. “Care to finish out the date with me? Big bottle of wine for a man to drink all alone.”

You chuckle at him, but sit back down. The pair of you talk for hours, or at least it feels that way, and he walks you home afterwards, kissing your cheek at the door.

It may take a little work, and a lot more getting used to the nuances of hu-mon behavior, but you think, just maybe, as he heads off to his own quarters and you head inside yours, just maybe, the two of you can make this thing work okay.

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Drabble: Kathryn Janeway + The Holodeck

Anonymous said: #8 with Janeway for the location prompts please? (romantic)

Author’s note: I took a few “angsty” liberties with the romantic theme. Hope you enjoy!

ALL REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

With crew morale at a low, Neelix had thrown a luau in the holodeck, complete with delicious food, garlands of flowers, and exotic music. However, even the warm holographic sun couldn’t make you happy. Instead of joining in the dancing, you watched Captain Janeway dive into the pool, graceful as a swan. She looked so carefree with her hair streaming in long, shimmering waves, out of the confines of her usual bun.

You had harboured a crush on her as long as you could remember, but you knew how hopeless it was. Perhaps, in the first early stages of that crush, you hoped for some sort of reciprocation. You overanalyzed every compliment on your work that she payed, wondering if there was some deeper meaning to it that you couldn’t glean. But as time progressed, you knew that it was nothing more than Kathryn Janeway being friendly.

Floating in the pool, she caught your gaze and gave you a wave. Heart jumping in your chest, you straightened up, and returned her greeting with an awkward smile. Before you could say anything else, the sight of Janeway’s clear blue eyes was obscured by a splash of water. She turned to the side to see her first officer, Chakotay, with a playful smile on his face. Her professional demeanour was left behind somewhere, as she returned fire with a laugh that startled everyone in the vicinity. Her happiness must have been contagious, as members of the crew began to grin and whisper to each other, perhaps wondering what was happening between the Captain and the Commander.

You felt dreadful. The two of them suited each other so well, and all you could think of was how desperately you wanted to be in Chakotay’s place, on the receiving end of that spellbinding look that had made you fall for her.

As you hurried out of the holodeck, you didn’t notice Janeway’s eyes following you. She wondered to herself why you looked so distraught, but then turned back to Chakotay. Perhaps she’d ask you about it later. But she never remembered.

[deepspacedukat]

While requests are still open, can I ask for some good boy Vorik fluff? Maybe he's been attempting to make his affections for the reader known for a while, and she's caught on, but someone else flirts with her in front of him? Jelly boy? 👀

Of course you can, Nonny. Gotta love the fluffy Vulcan disaster mans! 💚 I made Ensign Tabor (a Bajoran crew member) the other guy. I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted, Nonny!

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Overt Interest

Vorik (ST:VOY) x Reader

[A/N: This is just fluff, because Vorik.]

Warnings: Jealousy, competitive Vorik, fluff, first kisses, Vulcan kisses, and Vulcan flirting.

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“Ensign?” Looking up from my console, a small smile spread across my lips when I recognized Vorik. “If this is not an inconvenient time, may I speak with you?”

“Of course, Vorik. I always have time for you.” I set down my data PADD and gave him my full attention. “What’s on your mind?”

“I was wondering if you were going to be attending Mister Neelix’s luau tonight?” He looked at me expectantly, and I floundered quietly under the gaze of his beautiful, dark eyes.

“I...well, I haven’t decided yet,” I muttered feeling my cheeks heat up. “What about you? Are you going?”

“Yes. May I ask if there is a specific reason that you are hesitant about making a decision?” Well, I couldn’t tell him that it was because I was scared of making an idiot of myself in front of him in such a public place.

“I don’t really know.” At my quiet excuse, Vorik stepped a little closer and placed his hand lightly on my elbow.

“If you do end up attending, then Neelix’s party will be rendered more pleasant by your presence.” Leaving me stunned, Vorik gave me a small nod and went back to his station. Well...if a handsome, flirtatious Vulcan wanted me to show up, who was I to stay home?

Later that night, I used a few of the replicator rations I’d been saving up to make myself a tasteful dress adorned with Hawaiian flowers. Would Vorik think I was illogical for wearing something so frivolous? I hoped not. After all, he was the only reason I was going in the first place.

When I finally arrived at the holodeck doors, I took a deep breath before stepping inside. People were milling around in leis and tropical attire, sipping fruity beverages and enjoying themselves. I smiled at a few of my crewmates and made my way deeper into the throng of people, hoping to see that familiar combination of pointed ears and dark, fluffy hair that gave me a reason to come here tonight.

Neelix gave me a cheerful little greeting before hurrying off to mingle with more new arrivals. I snagged a drink from a passing waiter and walked over to the edge of the holographic water. Tuning out the tropical music behind me, I took a slow, deep breath and sipped my drink.

--

There you were. You had come after all! Vorik straightened up and walked over to where you stood sipping a Rekarri starburst.

“It appears my observation in Engineering was accurate,” Vorik called when he was a few feet away from you. As you turned to face him, he noted the confusion on your face and clarified his meaning. “Though you have only just arrived, this gathering is already much more agreeable than it was.”

The shy smile you gave him as you tucked a bit of your hair behind your ear made Vorik’s heart beat faster. He hoped that tonight would be the night that you finally realized how interested he was in you. Vorik had been attempting to make his intentions known for nearly a year. Undoubtedly he’d been too subtle. Tonight he would endeavor to be more overt.

“Well, thank you. That’s very kind of you.” Vorik heard a slight tremble in your voice as you spoke. For a long moment, you paused and let your eyes rove the length of his body. He stood slightly straighter, wanting to present himself in the best light possible. After all, if he wanted you to consider him as a prospective mate, then he needed to make sure he was worthy of a woman like you. “Forgive me for staring. I’ve never seen you in anything but your uniform before.”

“I admit, I have never worn this style of garment before. Given your experience with human apparel, have I chosen the color scheme correctly?” Vorik valued your opinion on the subject - on all subjects if he was being completely honest.

He watched as you took a careful step toward him. As you skimmed your fingertips over the soft fabric covering his chest, his breath hitched in his chest. Did you have any idea what hands meant to Vulcans? Suddenly, his choice not to leave the first couple of buttons on his shirt undone seemed like the worst decision he’d ever made.

“I believe so, Ensign,” you replied looking up into his eyes. Your gaze was decidedly softer than normal...more open. Or was that just an illogical case of wishful thinking on his part? Vorik covered your hand with his where it still rested on his chest, allowing himself a brief pause to mentally acknowledge how much smaller your hand was in comparison to his own. Protectiveness roared in the back of his mind as he took a steadying breath. It was now or never, as Lieutenant Paris had stated that an old Earth saying went.

“Ensign... Ashayam, I–”

“There you are!” An overly exuberant voice called, startling both Vorik and you out of the gentle spell that had previously blanketed you both. With reluctance strong enough for Vorik to feel via his touch telepathy, you tore your eyes from his to see Ensign Tabor bounding over. Vorik felt a stab of irritation that he quickly tamped down. He had observed Tabor trying to flirt with you for approximately three weeks, but the Bajoran couldn’t seem to grasp the idea that you weren’t interested in him. Why had he chosen now to interrupt Vorik’s attempt to make his own feelings known? “I saved you a seat on upper level of the bar. We can see the whole bay from the balcony.”

“I...That’s kind of you, but I, uh–”

“C’mon, gorgeous, you’ll love it,” Tabor said putting his hand on your shoulder and trying to coax you away from Vorik’s side. Jealousy surged through him. Could Tabor not see that your hands were touching his - that the other man was unwelcome during this intimate moment? What right did he have to touch you when you had made it abundantly clear that you had no desire to be the Bajoran’s mate? The respectful thing to do would have been to wait for you to touch him as Vorik had. Instead, he could feel how uncomfortable you were even without the use of touch telepathy.

“Tabor, listen, that’s... that’s really sweet of you to have gone to all that trouble, but I...” As you trailed off searching for a polite way to turn him down, Vorik refused to watch you suffer through this unpleasant interaction any longer, so he reached up and removed the other man’s hand from your shoulder as he spoke.

“Since you are obviously unaware, she is height averse. Such a vista would undoubtedly be unsettling,” Vorik stated, noting the hard edge that had entered his voice. He would need to meditate more deeply tonight after this interaction, since his emotions were clearly closer to the surface than usual - an increasingly common occurrence when it came to you.

“How do you know that?” Your voice came out small and slightly awed as Vorik’s free hand spread out in the middle of your back. He met your eyes in an attempt to convey how seriously he took all of your interactions with him.

“You mentioned it ten days ago in Engineering at approximately fifteen-thirty hours. We were discussing a new rock climbing program designed by Lieutenant Paris while we realigned the warp field stabilizers,” he explained, and given how stunned you appeared about him remembering a single fact about you, it was obvious that this was not a common occurrence for you.

“You remembered that?” Unable to determine the source of your surprise, he gently allowed his mind to reach out and brush against yours. He sensed how moved you were by the simple fact that he had remembered something you said to him, and the rather alarming thought occurred to him that you may not have had anyone listen to your words so fervently before. That would change. Never again would your words fall on deaf ears. Not if Vorik could help it. Even if nobody else in the universe listened to you, he would.

He could remember every syllable you’d said to him since the day you two met on your first shift together in Engineering. The ship wasn’t stuck in the Delta Quadrant back then, but even at that point, Vorik had been aware enough to realize that you held more attraction for him than the prospective mate who had been promised to him - tied to him - since childhood. She would have moved on by now. Voyager would have long since been proclaimed lost and her crew dead. A small part of him was grateful for that turn of events, because now he was free to do what his heart told him it was logical to do: to pursue your affections.

“Naturally, Ashayam. I always listen to you,” Vorik answered. As if Tabor were no longer there, he looked into your eyes hoping that he conveyed his sincerity properly. “I took the liberty of reserving a table for two on the veranda overlooking the rocky side of the shore.”

“That’s my favorite place in this program.” You still sounded surprised.

“That is precisely why I reserved it,” Vorik explained, and you looked at him as if he’d done something miraculous. At some point, the Bajoran had given up and left, but neither of you noticed.

Removing his hands from you for a brief moment, Vorik lifted one of the two leis he was currently wearing and draped it carefully over your neck. If his research of human culture and customs had been accurate about the significance of flowers and their colors, then the blue of the petals symbolized serenity and peace - two traits that Vulcans held in high regard and which you inspired in Vorik in abundance. With the white flowers in his own lei, he hoped to convey his commitment to you and his fidelity should you choose to indulge in his attentions.

Once the little garland adorned you, Vorik offered you his arm - an unusual gesture for a Vulcan - which you didn’t hesitate to accept. Allowing a completely logical glimmer of pride to show through his habitually icy exterior, he walked you over to the table that he’d obtained for the two of you. Taking your seats, you observed each other in silence attempting to ascertain how the other felt.

“The clothing you have selected for this evening’s festivities complements your beauty to perfection,” Vorik finally stated as a slight green blush colored his cheeks. “I...had not believed that you would come tonight.”

“Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself. If I may ask, though, if you didn’t think I’d be here tonight, then why did you go to all this trouble? Please don’t misunderstand - I’m grateful that you did. It just...doesn’t seem very logical to me.” You were correct of course. Vorik reached quietly across the table and placed his hands over yours.

“It was not a logical decision. I may not have believed that you would attend, but...admittedly, I did hope that you would prove me incorrect. I am pleased to see that I was,” he explained, and a secret bolt of delight filtered through him at the shy smile you gave him. Turning your hands palm up beneath his, you made Vorik’s heart thump faster. “Ashayam, I am aware that human courting can last for quite some time before resulting in marriage, so I had hoped to inquire whether you would be interested in engaging in an activity that I believe humans call ‘dating’ with me? I believe that would allow you sufficient time to get to know one another prior to potential bonding.”

Surprise flitted across your features, and for one brief instant Vorik thought that perhaps he’d come across as too direct. What he didn’t expect was for you to lift one of his hands and trace his first two fingers with your own. His breath hitched in his throat at how slow and intentional your movements were. You knew what you were doing. You knew how to kiss a Vulcan.

“Yes, Vorik. I’d like that,” you murmured, and it occurred to him that you might have known how he felt all along. That possibility became a logical certainty when you brought his hand to your lips and spoke quietly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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An Exception (Tuvok x Reader)

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You had worked alongside Tuvok on missions before, so when he came aboard the Voyager, you understood that the Vulcan was stoic and dispassionate. He was a great Lieutenant and voice of logic. So when you entered a relationship with a Vulcan, you knew it would be difficult emotionally, although lately, it seemed harder than in the beginning. Perhaps after dating for over a year, you wanted more than being the only person he would eat meals with. You understood he didn't like small talk, and when you would join him, he didn't object, and you ate in silence as he read.

B'Elanna knew it was hard for you, and it was hard not to speak up at times when Tuvok came across as rude when you were sure he didn't intend to be. You believed there were small glimpses of emotion in him at times. Mostly when you were alone, how he felt flickered in his eyes before disappearing again and leaving you to question whether it was indeed there.

Sometimes those glimpses were enough, but most of the time, it made you question if your relationship had a future. Was it doomed to fail? Or did you have a future together?

That was the dilemma you ran over in your head as you sat with Harry and Tom, looking over your shoulder at Tuvok, who didn't appear to notice you weren't sitting beside him for lunch. Tom's voice made you look away from Tuvok, "It says here that it's your birthday today." He said.

You nodded, "Yeah, it is."

"We should have a party!" He grinned.

"No. I don't want a party." You told him.

"Not everyone, just the bridge crew." He said. "Come on...I have an idea that you'll love."

You sighed at the excitement in his voice, the pouted lip and pleading blue eyes swaying your decision. "Alright. Fine. But just the bridge crew."

"Yes! Okay, meet me at the Holodeck tonight at 1800." He walked out of the Rec room, calling for Harry, who sighed, reluctantly following him. You smiled at the two men as they left, waving goodbye.

"L/N, to the bridge." You heard Janeway through the speaker.

You stood up to get rid of your trash and left the Rec room to go to the bridge. You were walking down a corridor when the ship lurched to the side, and you fell against the wall. You rubbed your forehead and headed to the bridge, Tuvok catching up to you at the door. He relieved the other Lieutenant, and you took your seat beside Tom, trying to figure out what had caused the ship to move forcibly.

"There is a ship approaching, Captain. 20,000 kilometres." You reported.

"Raise the shields. Go to Red Alert." She commanded.

You nodded, following orders, holding onto your station when the Voyager suffered another hit.

"Shields at 89%, Captain," Harry stated. Another hit shook the ship, and you shared a look with Tom, knowing it would be one of those days. "Shields now at 76%."

"Put it on screen." She ordered.

You nodded, hands gracefully pressing buttons to bring up footage of the spacecraft. You looked over at Tuvok and saw he was curiously looking at the ship while the Captain sent for Neelix to be brought to the bridge. "Captain, they're preparing to fire again." He warned.

"Fire phasers." She commanded.

You gasped when your panel sparked, falling to the side when the ship tipped to the left, your back sliding across the floor, a groan leaving your lips when your head hit the steps. Tom stabilized the Voyager and Chakotay helped you stand. "You need to go to sickbay." He said.

"I will take you." Tom volunteered with a sigh when Tuvok was focused on the enemy ship, and you thanked him, leaning on him for support as he led you off the bridge.

You didn't return to the remainder of your shift, and although you believed that Tuvok never even noticed you were gone, you were wrong. He felt the absence of your presence, and when he was granted leave, he sought you out, passing B'Elanna in the corridor.

"Lieutenant Torres." She stopped to turn to him. "Have you seen, Lieutenant L/N? I went to sickbay, but she was not there."

"She is in Holodeck 3 with Paris," B'Elanna told him. "He was throwing her a birthday party. The Doctor told her to take it easy, so he cancelled the party and took her to France."

Tuvok nodded, and B'Elanna noticed the slight lowering of his eyebrows, resembling disappointment and conflict as he appeared to consider the possibility of seeking you out briefly. "You could join her?" She suggested. "I know she would be surprised and pleased to see you."

B'Elanna walked away, and Tuvok watched her walk away, most likely heading to the social gathering. Tuvok walked to the Rec Room where Captain Janeway was sitting, beckoning him over when she noticed he was deep in thought about something.

"You look more in thought than usual..." She trailed off. "I thought you would be at the Holodeck."

"I prefer to keep away from social gatherings. Y/N understands." He said, taking a seat beside her.

"That may be so. But I know that she would enjoy your company on her birthday." Kathryn told him. "Her day hasn't gotten off to the best start. This day will certainly be memorable for her, after ending up in sickbay."

She was summoned to the bridge, so Tuvok was left contemplating for a few minutes as he gave her insight some thought. You always respected him, understanding that he was different and being Vulcan meant he behaved differently, not as affectionate in comparison to a human. But perhaps he had mistaken that respect for silent yearning. You wanted more from him emotionally, and Tuvok realized that he hadn't made his feelings crystal clear as he believed he had.

The Holodeck went silent, the music stopped, as did the chatter and the laughter. You raised an eyebrow at Paris when he stared over your shoulder with a slow grin forming on his lips. "Turn around." He told you.

You looked over your shoulder, and your eyes widened when you saw Tuvok looking around the room curiously, his eyes finding you. Standing up, you walked over to him, meeting halfway. "What are you doing here?" You asked. "Am I needed on the bridge?"

"No." He said. "Luitenant Torres informed me about the party. I thought it logical to attend, considering we are dating."

"You hate social gatherings." You smiled softly.

"I can make an exception." He said.

You looked like you wanted to hug him but contained your excitement, not wanting to do anything to make him change his mind. And he could see this in your eyes. So he leaned down to kiss your cheek and you were frozen in place, Tom and Harry approaching with beverages. "To the birthday girl." Tom smiled, and you thanked him.

Tuvok glanced around, raising his glass when he saw others doing the same. "Happy birthday." He said.

"Thank you." You leaned up to kiss his cheek.

Perhaps there was hope for your relationship, after all. And Tuvok started to see that the more he showed he cared, daring to say it while in the company of crew members, only makes you love him more, knowing that he was trying, for you, to be more emotionally available.

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First dance

Request: Oh pick me! Harry Kim and male s/o learning to waltz?(or regular gn s/o) They could be on a mission, holo deck, boredom, what have you. I'm soft for soon to be lovers/spouses dancing and realizing they catching feelings for each other and then they come dress in their best the other has yet to see and 👀😳😍🥰

Requested by: @youngcroissantturkeyworribler Pairing: Harry Kim x reader

Prompt: 23. “I want you, and only you.”

Word count: 857

Notes/warnings: just fluff, nothing else

As more and more time was passing on Voyager, the crew was making up new activities to pass the time and keep morale up. The newest event came after Neelix read through the databanks of the computer and finding the old Earth tradition of galas, balls and waltzes. He thought it would be a great way to bring the crew out of their comfort zones and make it a fun and unique memory for them.

The news of the activity sent everyone in a frenzy. Who will they go to the ball with? What will they wear?

"Come on, Harry! This is the perfect occasion for you to ask Y/N out!" Tom Paris encouraged his friend.

"Wha-what? No way! They probably have a date already... or at least five people lined up to ask them!" The Ensign exclaimed, but quickly switched to whispering, since he realised that they are in the mess hall.

"Well then, it's time to skip the queue! Speaking of which, here they come!" Tom said, as you walked through the door. "Good luck!"

He stood up from the table and made his way towards you, leaving Harry alone.

"Have fun!" he patted your shoulder as he exited.

Before you could ask anything, he disappeared. Confused, you saw the empty seat at Harry's table and you took it as an invitation to sit down.

"Hi!" you greeted him, trying to stay as calm as possible.

"H-hi."

A moment of silence passed. Somewhere, you could hear a group of other ensigns giggling.

It was painfully obvious to everyone - except the two of you - that you were madly in love with each other. The crew lost count of your awkward interactions basically a week after you got stranded in the Delta quadrant, so everyone was just praying for one of you act on your feelings already.

"Do you have a partner for the gala already?" Harry managed to ask.

"No." you replied bluntly. "Do you?"

"No, not yet."

Just ask them. Ask them already, Harry thought.

Please ask me. Just get it over with, you thought.

"W-while we figure that out... do you want to go practise the waltz? Say, in the holodeck, at 2000, today?" The Ensign asked.

This... was such a stupid thing to say, Harry scolded himself. Practice, but not ask her out? What am I thinking?

"Of course." your reply snapped him out of his thoughts. "I'll see you there."

You walked up and down your room, thinking about what you should wear. On your bed laid a set of casual clothes. It is just a rehearsal, after all. Next to it was your beautiful formal attire. You should test out how you can step in it, shouldn't you?

You were cracking your knuckles in front of the doors of holodeck 1. The program was already running, even though it was 5 minutes before 2000. Looking at your faint reflection in the panel, you saw that your clothes were shining, you looked better than ever before.

You stepped inside. Glancing around, you noticed that you were in an exquisite ballroom, probably from the 1800s, you weren't sure. You were never good with history. Harry was glaring at himself in one of the huge mirrors. He didn't look so bad himself, in a form fitting tuxedo.

"Hello, handsome." the words slipped out fo your mouth. You didn't know you had the confidence in you.

He turned around, wanting to say something. But the sight in front of him left him speechless.

He shook his head slightly, smiled and held out his hand.

"Shall we?"

The music started playing and you got carried away by the tunes and the movement. You had never really danced before, but with Harry, it seemed like you had been waltzing your whole life. Your bodies were in sink, your hand felt comfortable in his. You got lost in his eyes.

Everything was perfect. You closed your eyes.

You were almost disappointed when the music stopped. You stepped away from each other, back to your anxious selves. He scratched the back of his head, while you started cracking your knuckles again.

"So... do you still not know who you're taking to the ball?"

Harry turned around for a second. When he turned back towards you, he had a faint, worried smile on his face.

“I want you, and only you.”

"Really?" you asked, even though it was more of a reflex than an actual question.

"I'm madly in love with you Y/N. Can't you see that?"

You giggled.

"As a matter of fact, I can."

His eyes widened.

"And for the record, I feel the same way about you." You smirked.

His mouth curled into an even bigger smile.

"This will be one hell of a first date." He chuckled.

"Well, you waited long enough, so it better be something special. Besides, it'll be good practise for when we get married." you teased him, snaking your arm around his.

"Come on, let's get out of here. My quarters?" he offered.

"Sounds great."

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Banana Pancakes

B'Elanna Torres x Reader

Requested by no one

Summary: B’Elanna has told you how she loves banana pancakes. When you find out that she feels a little homesick so you decided to make her some.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, they belong to Star Trek.

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A/N: I hope you guys like it! :)

You sighed in content as you turned around in B'Elanna’s arms. You had just woken up and normally you were the first one to wake up but not this time.

B’Elanna smiled before kissing your forehead. “Morning.”

“Morning.” You smiled and leaned forward, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. 

You knew something was going on, you knew her long enough to tell when something was bothering her. With anyone else she would act like nothing was wrong but with you she could be herself, she knew that with you she didn’t have to hide how she felt.

You sat up. “What’s wrong babe?” But you already had a feeling what was wrong. The look on her face you’ve seen it on the other members of the crew, you even had that look on your face a few times.

B’Elanna sat up as well, she looked away from you. “I just feel a little homesick, but I’ll be fine.”

“Sweetheart,” You wrap your arms around her, pulling her into you. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling a little homesick.”

She wraps her arms around you, snuggling into your embrace. “I know but my home now is with you.”

You kissed the top of her head. “And my home is with you too but it’s okay to miss being with your family, even if you didn’t always get along with them.”

A few minutes later the two of you began to get ready, before you both left the quarters you two shared you and B’Elanna shared a loving kiss. You watched as she left to go to engineering, as you watched her leave you were already coming up with a plan to help your girlfriend feel better.

xxxxx

You walked into the mess hall looking for Neelix. Once you saw him you quickly walked over to him. “Neelix can I ask you something?”

He looked up at you, he smiled. “Anything.” He brought you over to an��empty table so you could sit down. “What’s on your mind?”

You cleared your throat. “I wanted to do something for B’Elanna and I have an idea but I was wondering if it would be okay if I used your kitchen.”

“Of course!” His smile widened. “When do you think you’ll need it?”

“Not until later tonight after dinner.” You smiled and stood up. “Thanks Neelix.” You gave him a quick hug before leaving the mess hall to get back to work.

xxxxx

Later that night you and B’Elanna were walking around Voyager, hand in hand. Once you got to the mess hall you brought your girlfriend inside. 

She looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “(Y/N) why are we in the mess hall?”

You chuckled before bringing her over to a table, you pulled out a chair. “My lady.”

B’Elanna couldn’t help but chuckle as she sat down. You kissed her temple before quickly going into the kitchen. She watched what you were doing, trying to figure what you were planning. 

As soon as you were done you smiled and looked up at her. “No peeking.” 

You waited for her to turn around and for her eyes to be closed. Once her eyes were closed you walked over with two plates. You set one in front of B’Elanna before sitting across from her.

“Okay open your eyes.” 

She opened her eyes and what she saw in front of her brought tears to her eyes. She looked up at you to find you smiling at her. “Baby...”

“I remember you telling me how much you loved banana pancakes when you were growing up.” You reached across the table to take her hand in yours. “I wanted to make you some, I wanted to try and cheer you up.” You bit your lip.

B’Elanna didn’t say anything, she just stood up and went over to you. She gently pulled you up and pulled you into a kiss. “You’re amazing.” She smiled.

You blushed. “Not as amazing as you.” You wrapped your arms around her neck. “We should eat these pancakes before they get cold.” 

She gave you another kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.”

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Completely Professional (Seven of Nine x Reader)

Word Count: 2.7k 

Warnings: None!!

A/N: Listen up folks! It is absolutely CRIMINAL that there are no Seven x reader fics in this fandom (or really any x reader fics come ON Star Trek fans) and that needs to STOP. So, in the spirit of being the change we want to see, here’s a fic I wrote about a year ago that I decided to post with some nudges from @osmoticeel​ and @raktajinhoe​ (thanks by the way guys love ya). Enjoy!

“I’m just saying, I think she might have a thing for you,” Tom said, much to your displeasure, as he took a drink. You were sitting in the mess hall with Tom and Harry, some of the few people awake this early in the morning. You shook your head, sighing. “How could you ever know what she’s thinking about me?” You said, taking a bite of Neelix’s “scrambled eggs”and almost shivering at their slimy yet mealy texture. “I don’t know, Y/N, I think Tom might be right on this one. For once.” Harry said, eating a slice of replicated toast. Tom raised his eyebrows as he sipped his coffee substitute again. “Harry hasn’t been called down to engineering or the astrometrics bay in almost two months. You two are always working together, eating together,” “Because if I didn’t eat with her she wouldn’t eat at all!” You interjected, stealing Harry’s toast from his plate and taking a bite of it. He snatched it back and you smirked while chewing. “Still,” Tom said, giving you a look, “you have to admit you’ve noticed that Seven always wants to be around you.”

You didn’t want to admit it to your friends, but you had noticed. At first, it seemed like nothing. Seven would call you down to engineering sometimes to help her with power conduits that had blown out and with rerouting lines to the astrometrics bay. Now, as you looked back on it, you should have noticed it then. The former Borg would have no issues with rerouting simple power lines. You supposed it was a little bit naive for you to assume anything else. Over the past couple of weeks, she had been eating dinner with you, which may have been more your doing than hers. A few nights ago, in fact, it had just been the two of you in the mess hall, talking until the later hours. The other woman always had a fascinating outlook on problems. You wished people would give her more credit than she usually got for the development of her social skills. But as you looked at Harry and Tom, who both held looks of raised eyebrows and smug smiles, you decided to ignore your previous findings.

“We are just colleagues,” You said with finality, sipping your tea. Both of them sat back with exasperated sighs, Tom rolling his eyes. You laughed under your breath and caught B’Elanna walking over to the table, tray in one hand and coffee cup in the other. 

“Morning,” you greeted as she sat down next to Tom, who smiled as he put a hand on her back. “You two seem exasperated already. What’s the breakfast conversation been today?” B’Elanna asked. “We’re discussing Y/N’s completely professional relationship with Seven of Nine,” Harry said, crossing his arms. B’Elanna raised her eyebrows as she ate a bite of eggs, before making a face and placing her fork back on the tray. “What about it?” “That it’s anything but professional,” Tom said. “Well of course it is,” “Lanna, aren’t you supposed to be on my side here?” You asked through a little laugh. She shrugged, taking the half-eaten toast from Harry’s plate, smacking his hand away as he tried to retrieve it. “I see you two working every day. It’s obvious. She actually smiled when you told her a joke the other day.” “What?” Tom almost yelled. “And you didn’t tell me!” “It’s none of your business what Y/N does when she’s under my command for the afternoon. Plus, nothing’s gonna come from it anyway.” B’Elanna said so nonchalantly that it made everyone at the table give her confused looks. “Seven doesn’t know how to handle that yet, and Y/N is too scared to act on it.” “Hey!” “Oh please, even though you’re head over heels for her, you wouldn’t want to be the first person to make a move on a former Borg, would you? She would break your arm; either from getting you off her or pushing you up against a wall to kiss you.” You shrugged. “One of those sounds sort of worth it, don’t you think?” You said, getting snickers from the two men at the table. But you knew B’Elanna was right. It was safer, physically and emotionally, to repress any attraction you felt. As if on cue, your com badge beeped. “Seven of Nine to Lieutenant Y/N.” All of your tablemates raised their eyebrows, giving you smug looks. You rolled your eyes but smiled as you responded. “Y/N here.” “Meet me in Jeffries tube 12. I require your assistance on multiple overloaded power circuits.” She answered. “Understood, I’m on my way.” You climbed into the entrance of the Jeffries tube, closing the door behind you, and tried to calm the rapid heartbeat that had begun to pound in your ears. Get a grip, you told yourself as you deliberately crawled slower than normal towards the ladder. She is your friend, your colleague, it would be inappropriate, especially since she quite literally had no experience in anything of this matter. It felt like you would be taking advantage of her if you said something about it. So, you finally decided, that you would ignore this. It would go away eventually. Attraction always did. Didn’t it? You climbed down the ladder into the tall portion of the Jeffries tube, unconsciously straightening your hair and uniform before turning around. “Morning, Seven,” You said with a smile. Seven was facing away from you, working on one of the singed power conduits, scanner in one hand and sonic resonator in the other. At your greeting, she turned and acknowledged you. “Good morning, Lieutenant Y/N.” She said flatly before turning back to her work. “Can you begin repairs on conduit 15.4C on the opposite wall?” “Yes, I can.” You said, pulling out your own tools and kneeling next to the singed conduit. It was silent for a long moment, only the beeping sound of tricorders and the hum of the ship's engine to dull it. There had never been an awkward air between the two of you before. In fact, her formal greeting had left you a bit phased. Seven hadn’t referred to you as “lieutenant” in almost a month. It made your stomach clench and pulse quicken. The scanning from the background stopped for a moment. “Lieutenant, are you ill?” Seven asked. You paused and turned to look at her, confused. “No...why?” “Your pulse has been rapid for the entirety of our work today, over 3.1 percent above the usual. And your internal core temperature is two degrees higher than what is acceptable for human parameters.” She walked up close to you, inspecting your face with scrutinizing blue eyes. In them, you saw a hint of worry. “You are also perspiring more than normal,” she took your chin in her hand, looking into your eyes. “And your pupils have dilated. I believe you are ill.” You took her hand that was holding your chin and, careful to not let it shake, removed it from your face. “I’m not sick, Seven. It’s just warmer in here than normal,” you regretted the lie the minute it left your mouth. She gave you a slightly perplexed look. “The temperature has not changed aboard Voyager for approximately three weeks, four days and twelve hours. The Jeffries tubes are regulated even more so than the habitable portions of the ship due to the sensitive technology-.” In a moment of lost judgement, you put a finger on her lips to silence her. Both you and Seven froze. You lingered, wanting to do so many things at that moment. You didn’t need Seven to tell you that your pulse quickened; you could hear it pounding in your ears. And for a moment, you saw uncertainty flash across the other woman’s face, eyebrows softening ever so slightly. But both of you blinked, and the moment of weakness disappeared. You pulled your hand away and Seven straightened herself. “Sorry. I just knew that if I didn’t stop you that you would just spiral into all these dates and numbers.” You said quietly. She inclined her head. “Thank you.” “We should...get back to work.” Again, the two of you worked in silence. Tension seemed to fill the empty space. You looked behind you, wondering if the feeling of tension was mutual. You were met by a similar look from Seven, who blinked and shuffled awkwardly before turning away. In your work, you realized that the extent of the damage on this conduit extended down another level. “Seven, this conduit is totally burned down to the next level.” You said. She walked over to you and kneeled, shoulder brushing yours. She never did have a sense of personal space. “I concur. We will move down to the next level.” You sighed as you climbed down into the next level. It was not the tall working space that was above. You crawled on your hands and knees to the conduit, which was so burned that it sparked as you came over to it. “Damn, what happened here?” You asked, looking at Seven as she crawled towards the singed wall. She sat on her knees and pulled out her sonic resonator. “I was attempting to reroute the lines towards astrometrics. I allowed my mind to wander and misaligned them. It caused a chain reaction, leading to my calling you.” You smirked. “So, you got distracted?” You said, looking at her with raised eyebrows. She turned slowly to look at you. “Voyager’s power lines have never been efficient.” You nodded, laughing in your chest. She raised her eyebrows now, a hint of a smile on her lips. “Have I said something amusing?” “No, no, I just,” you laughed again. “I didn’t know you could get distracted. You’re pretty laser-focused when it comes to working.” “I allowed my mind to wander.” “That’s one hell of a wander.” “I have often realized that when I think of you that I cannot focus on the tasks at hand.” You froze for a moment before turning your head to look at her. “Me? You were thinking of me and THAT made you distracted?” You said in disbelief. She looked at you confused. “Correct.” “Why me?” “You are a very aesthetically pleasing woman. I have been attracted to you since I joined Voyager. I thought I had made that relatively clear over the past weeks. I asked Captain Janeway for advice on how to achieve that,” she paused, scrutinizing for a moment. “It seems it was not successful.” “No no, it was. I just....didn’t believe that it was true.” Seven looked at you confused. “Why would you not comprehend? Were my advances unclear to you?” “No....well, yes.” You answered after pausing. “Explain.” “Seven....I don’t know if you know that you are...really gorgeous,” “As are you,” She responded. “No, I mean you’re really gorgeous. And you don’t really....have a lot of human experience. So I never thought that you would be...attracted to me.” You said, trying to pick the best words. Seven looked at the wall for a moment, eyes flicking over something invisible, almost like she was calculating something. “Your conclusion is based on the human insecurity of physical appeal.” She concluded. “Well, yeah.” You sighed. Seven turned fully towards you now. “Human appearance is a factor within attraction, but does not fully encompass all of it. Humans also consider personality, humor, and intelligence. While I do find you physically attractive, I also find that your personality appeals to me. You are one of the few crew members whose company I enjoy. Your intelligence level allows me to have intriguing conversations, and I find your humor to be amusing while others tend to be crude or based in reference to things I do not understand. Simply put, you are an ideal romantic partner.” She finished, the last sentence said slightly softer. You blinked and felt the blood rush into your cheeks. “Why....why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?” You asked softly. She paused again to think. “I did not know if you would...return my sentiments. And since I am, as you put, inexperienced, I wanted to wait until I found the right time. However the time never seemed to come, so I created a moment when I could inform you.” You laughed out loud at that and received a look of confusion. “Wait, wait, did you do this intentionally?” You asked. Seven thought for a moment. “Yes.” She answered plainly. You laughed again. “You could have told me any time! At the dinners we had, on the holodeck, you even could have stopped by my quarters.” “Do you not recall the first time we met?” She asked. It was your turn to give a confused look. “Four months, sixteen days and seven hours ago. Lieutenant Torres assigned me to you to help remove the Borg enhancements that had been installed. It was three days after I had my connection with the Collective severed, and I had not gained my more....human appearance. The crew was still afraid of me. However, you showed me an amount of compassion that I had never experienced. Since then I have considered you to be ideal for my first romantic partner.” You blinked, eyebrows softened in affection. “Seven,” you breathed and put a hand on her shoulder. “It was in Jeffries tube 12 that we met. Humans consider locations of their first encounter to hold a certain sentimental value, am I correct?” You nodded. “Then I have created the ideal situation to tell you that I request to initiate a romantic relationship.” The butterflies that rose in your stomach did stop you from laughing a little at the bluntness of her statement. “Do you accept?” She asked, and for a second you thought you heard a tinge of a nervous edge. “Yes,” You said through a little laugh. An uncharacteristic smile spread across Seven’s lips, which you returned, before she jolted forward suddenly and kissed you. It was forceful enough, which didn’t surprise you, that you had to throw an arm out to brace yourself from falling over. Her kiss was stiff and rigid, lips frozen in a line.  Of course, you thought, she’s never done this before. You leaned forward and cupped her face, thumbs stroking her cheekbones, and moved your lips against hers. She responded tentatively, the smile still coming through the kiss. You broke apart; Seven leaned back in and gave a light brief kiss. “That...was very spontaneous of you.” You said, smiling widely. “Romantic relationships do require a spontaneous element. When I consulted Captain Janeway on how to begin the-.” Seven started but you cut her off. “Can we please not mention the captain right now? Please?” You said, tucking a stray blonde hair back behind her ears. She nodded, and you leaned back in and kissed her again. “I was wondering if we were going to have to send a search party in there after you two,” B’Elanna said as you and Seven crawled out from the Jeffries tube into the engine room. She looked over both of you, raising an eyebrow at flushed cheeks and messy hair, and looked back down to hide a smile. You smoothed your hair down as you walked the report over to B’Elanna, with Seven trailing behind you closely. “We fixed every burned conduit and reset the lines to normal.” You said as you handed the PADD to her. You felt a cold metal fingertip run along the exposed skin on the back of your neck and repressed a shiver. You poorly held back a smile and shook your head, as if to shake out the thoughts. “Alright, everything looks good,” B’Elanna said and placed the PADD on her console. “You’re done for the day.” You looked at her surprised. “It’s just past 1300 hours, the day’s barely halfway over.” You said. “I don’t need you anymore for today, and if you’re lucky the Doctor won’t need you either.” She answered, still typing. “But I,” You started, but Seven cut you off. “Lieutenant, I require assistance in the cargo bay. If you feel the need to continue working, that is.” She said flatly. You looked over your shoulder at her; she pursed her lips and shifted her stance, and that was enough to shut you up. “Sure, I would love to. Thank you, Lieutenant Torres. Seven?” You said, starting to walk out of engineering. Both of you walked side by side, towards the cargo bay, and smiled to yourself as you felt Seven slip her hand into yours.

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Tom Paris x Reader

It was the lack of danger that unsettled you the most. The total and utter absence of anything living. There were trees, with fiery red leaves, that climbed, never-ending, into the sky. Dark green grass as far as your eye could see. Yellow and White flowers with plate-sized petals and fat stems swaying in the wind. But nothing,  Alive. Not that plants weren't alive, but simply a different kind of alive than you and your partner. 

The only intelligent life around was you and Tom Paris.

If you weren't stranded in the middle of nowhere, with a busted tricorder, and minimal rations, You might consider this a vacation. 

For the approximately 2 days you had spent here; the planet had warm days and cool nights, nothing severe. On this particular cool night, you lay awake, watching the stars twinkle in the indigo sky. On earth, nature has a sound: crickets chirping, owls hooting, bushes rustling with nocturnal wildlife. Here, you're humming because the silence is deafening, all-consuming. 

"Can't Sleep?" Tom asks, his voice husky with sleep. 

Unlike you Tom had no problem sleeping when it was sickeningly quiet. 

"Yeah" you wonder if you're humming woke him up, you weren't being terribly loud, but you were the loudest sound in the silent night. "I can't sleep when it's quiet. I find it unsettling. Sorry if I woke you."

"You didn't wake me up, I had a nightmare" He sounds sarcastic, but his face holds no humor. He seems flat. 

"Oh, do you wanna talk about it?"

"No" is his reply and you know immediately that no amount of coaxing was gonna help. He wouldn't tell you about his nightmare and you would have to live with that. Yet, you still wanted to help get his mind off of whatever had spooked him.

"What about your best prank then?"

"What makes you think I was a prankster?" He says, and you can hear his smile. 

"Please Paris, you have class clown written all over you"

"Okay," He says, "there was this one time…"

You and Tom trade stories. You tell him about the time you greased yourself in olive oil so you're mom couldn't put you to bed and he tells you about the time he hijacked his Early Starfleet History Teacher's Presentation to talk about 21st century memes. 

"And by the end of it, even the teacher was in on it" He laughs. 

"I mean," you laugh, "how does a single egg get so popular"

After you run out of witty anecdotes that don't err on the side of too personal, too deep for the bubbly moment. Everything is silent again. And even though Tom seems to have left that nightmare in the past, you still can't sleep when it's silent. 

You start humming again, a soft lullaby that your mother used to hum to you. 

"Come over here," Tom says.

You glance over at him skeptically.

"Just get over here"

You crawl over to him, stopping beside him. 

"Lay with me" he says.

You can think of a million reasons to say no, to crawl back over to your spot and hum until you're exhausted. But, by god, did you want to say yes.

You snuggle against him, resting your head against his chest. His heartbeat is steady. The calm, comforting rhythm of life. You continue to hum, lulling yourself and Tom to sleep. 

***

Early the next morning, a landing party beams down onto your quiet planet. They go looking for you and Tom. Fortunately you both are easy to find. Unfortunately, you are wrapped around Tom like a blanket.

Neelix's chants of "I knew it. I knew it" wake both of you up. And you both scramble, ungracefully, to untangle yourselves. A blush dusts Tom cheeks and your own embarrassment has you awkwardly avoiding the amused looks of the landing party. 

***

After your medical checkup, Captain Janeway orders you to take a day of leave. With nothing to do, You head to your quarters. 

Someone knocks on your door. You wonder who it could be, maybe a friend come to check up on you?

You open the door. "Tom?" you say startled; You weren't expecting him. I mean part of you was hoping to talk to him, but you didn't expect him to show up at your door. 

"You are the most dense person I have ever met and for some reason I like that" He says.

"You- What?"

He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips. 

"Oh."

"I guess I like you too"

"You guess?"

"Don't push your luck Paris." You say, with a smile on your lips.

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

Oh I absolutely loved the Chakotay you wrote! Thank you so much! I’d love to request just one more if I may? Please could you do a Chakotay x reader about what sorts of dates they go on and how each one ends? Thank you and I love you

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I’m glad you liked my last ask. }

❤️ CHAKOTAY ❤️

Chakotay is a simple man and his dates are not so fancy or particular.

Sometimes, you two would visit the Holodeck, you are the one who decides the program, he’s curious to know more about your personal tastes, what kind of places you like to visit or what kind of adventures you like to live in the Holodeck.

Thanks to the Holodeck he can show you his favourite places of the Earth, where he lived and where his tribe was located or can show you even the planets he has visited with the Maquis, this would be a travel through the past and memories.  

Sometimes, he invites you to meditate or he can even help you to find your spirit animal, he talks you about his and you two can practice even the rituals of his tribe, these are true dates because for him, this topic is very personal.

Then there are normal dates like dinners, it’s something everyone does. You two won’t eat at the lunchroom but alone in his or yours quarters.

Chakotay asks to Neelix to prepare special meals for your dates and Neelix thinks you two are very cute and this ship needs more romance, he always cooks different food and it’s always delicious.

Then you are free to decide the dates, he doesn’t ask for much, the good company is the most important thing, after all.

[cryptidophelia]

A Party

Pairing: Kathryn Janeway x Vulcan!reader (platonic)

Requested by: anon

Prompt: would you write a platonic imagine for janeway + maybe a vulcan reader?? they could be having trouble sort of interacting with other crew members and janeway offers to help them

Word Count: 700

A/n: I hope you like this! My first alien!reader fic!!! Idk exactly how Vulcan name’s work, so I’m going off, like, Tuvok and other Vulcans and assuming they’re just called one name (by humans/Starfleet anyway, which I simply wrote as “y/n”, to make the most sense lol).

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The door to your quarters chirped, and you straightened up before allowing who ever was outside entrance.

“Captain,” you said, carefully hiding your confusion, “why are you here? My shift ended twenty minutes ago. Have I...done something wrong?”

“No, y/n, you haven’t, I assure you your work is satisfactory,” Captain Janeway said. “I simply came here to invite you to a party. A social gathering of sorts. You never leave your quarters when you’re not on shift, I’m concerned about you.”

“Captain, I am Vulcan,” you said, pausing afterwards to choose your next words carefully. “Vulcans do not socialize as humans do, and we do not have parties. I must admit that I would not know how to act a such an event.”

Your captain smiled at you before laughing. “Why, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were nervous,” she said, blinking only one eye while maintaining eye contact with you. She then took on a more serious facial expression. “Look, I know Vulcans aren’t the best at socializing...or at being with other people in general, but how are you going to get better if you don’t at least try? That seems pretty illogical to me. At least go to the party, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

You considered her offer. It was, in fact, logical as she had said. “Your logic is sound,” you said.

Captain Janeway smiled widely, and you felt yourself relax. You could tell she was satisfied with your acceptance of her offer, and you knew she would help you during the party.

“It’s a birthday party,” the Captain said. “B’Elanna’s birthday party. I thought it would be a nice idea to introduce you to the bridge crew and a few other officers.”

“You are attempting to set me up with friends,” you said.

“Yes,” Captain Janeway said.

You stared at her for a moment before deciding not to comment on the matter. “When is the party?” you asked.

“It’s right now!” she said cheerfully.

“Now?” you said, alarmed.

“Yes! Come on, follow me,” she ordered, turning around and leaving your quarters.

You stared at her back for a millisecond before following her.

The Captain walked into the galley, and you pushed down any thoughts you had against the situation before entering the galley yourself.

You saw the Captain sit down with Chakotay, at a different area of the room than the others. You looked away form them as to not be rude.

“Y/n!” Neelix said loudly, approaching you and smiling. “I thought the Captain wouldn’t be able to convince you to come! I’m so glad she could!”

“Thank you,” you said. “However, I must admit I am at a loss of what to do.”

“Oh, don’t worry! Not everyone does know what to do at parties. Follow me, I’ll introduce you to B’Elanna and Seven of Nine! They’re sitting down with Tom and Harry.”

“Thank you,” you said again, immensely grateful for Neelix’s help.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all! You don’t need to thank me,” Neelix said, guiding you over to where the aforementioned crew members were, along with the Captain.

“Hello,” you said once arriving at the table.

“Hi, y/n!” a woman who you identified as B’Elanna said enthusiastically. “Please, sit down! Harry here was just telling us about when he flirted with the wrong twin.”

“It’s a humorous story,” Seven of Nine said, “but it is not a difficult anecdote to process.”

You nodded at her before sitting down at the table.

“Here, have some tea,” Harry said, pouring liquid form a container on the table into an available glass. “It’s green tea.”

“I appreciate your hospitality,” you said.

Tom laughed. “It’s really no problem at all! Now, Harry, why don’t you start from the beginning, so y/n can hear it all like we did?”

“Alright,” Harry said, “so, Tom and I had just met this lovely pair of twin ladies…”

You relaxed and took a small sip of your tea as Harry told you his story. Perhaps socializing would not be as difficult as you had anticipated.

You made eye contact with the Captain form across the room, and she smiled at you.

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18+ / NSFW / Smut pieces marked with 🔥

Star Trek Works:

New Arrival [Odo (ST:DS9) x Fem!Reader]

Devotion & Diplomacy [Daro (ST:TNG) x OFC] Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX 🔥

Diel [Taurik (ST:TNG) x Fem!Reader]

Warm Welcome [Neelix (ST:VOY) x GN!Reader]

Eaha’le [Senator Kimara Cretak (ST:DS9) x GN!Reader]

What Happens on Risa [Gul Macet (ST:TNG) x Fem!Reader] 🔥

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist [various ST characters] 🔥

Stardew Valley Works:

December Drabbles [All Characters, currently updating]

Mayans MC Works:

The Boyfriend [Taza Romero x Fem!Reader] Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Bruises [Nestor Oceteva X Fem!Reader] | Part I | Part II

Hair [Nestor Oceteva x Reader] (Drabble)

Hoodie [Coco Cruz x Fem!Reader] (Drabble)

It’s Easy [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader]

June Drabbles [All Characters, unfinished]

Los Guardianes [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader] Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

Mayans Take Their Kids Trick-or-Treating | Headcanon

Nightmare [Taza Romero x Fem!Reader]

PTA [Creeper Vargas x Reader]

Safety [Nestor Oceteva x Reader]

Show Off [Angel Reyes x Fem!Reader]

Softer [Hank Loza x Reader]

Study Buddy [Coco Cruz x Reader]

Sugar [Miguel Galindo x Fem!Reader] 🔥

Suspension [Gilly Lopez x Fem!Reader]

Together [Bishop Losa x Fem!Reader]

Undone [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader] 🔥

Sons of Anarchy Works:

Ache [Juice Ortiz x Reader]

Assumptions [Chibs Telford x Fem!Reader] 🔥

The Dream [Chibs Telford x Fem!Reader] 🔥

Memories [Bobby Munson x Reader]

Rough Night [Tig Trager x Fem!Reader] 🔥

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit Works

The Bath [Rafael Barba x Reader]

A Night on the Town [Rafael Barba x OC] 🔥

[poetictrekkie]

Drabble: Facing the Wrath of a Coffee-Deprived Janeway

Being Neelix’s assistant in the mess hall wasn’t the easiest of jobs. Right now, you’d rather be facing the wrath of an entire armada of Borg than standing face-to-face with the Captain in the morning.

“I’m sorry, ma’am- Captain! The replicators are offline, and I wish I could help but I’m no engineer.” you stuttered, getting the full impact of Janeway’s legendary death stare. Her bright blue eyes were bleary, but still managed to freeze you where you stood.

“Coffee, black. Whatever means it takes.” she said in an icy tone, and you quivered in your freshly polished, Starfleet-issued boots. “Now.”

“Yes, Captain.” you mumbled, turning around to contact B’Elanna. It was 0500 hours, she probably was sleeping; but an angry Klingon is easier to reason with than a coffee deprived captain.

[stardate2603]

Second Chance (Harry Kim x Reader)

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You thought meeting Harry was a blessing in the beginning. He understood how you felt, both of you had someone at home waiting for you to return. But when you got closer, and it was not uncommon for you to be found in his quarters, you thought it was a curse. Your first kiss was unexpected; you had been talking about home when he kissed you. He quickly pulled away when you froze up and apologized, but you were gone before he could say anything else. For days, all you could think about was that kiss and how it didn't feel as wrong as you expected it to.

But you had a fiancée at home, and you were trapped in the Delta Quadrant, developing feelings for your best friend.

You entered the mess hall, and Tom noticed you walking in, nudging Harry, who turned around. You approached Neelix, and he gave you a tray.

You walked over to Harry's table, and Tom excused himself, giving you a nod before walking away. You sat down and bit your lower lip.

"About the other night -"

"I don't regret it -"

He paused, eyes widening for a moment. "What?"

You glanced around the mess hall, feeling as if everyone was watching you. "Can we talk later?"

"Sure!" He smiled.

He was called to the bridge, and you smiled softly before eating your lunch. You contemplated the situation you found yourself in, unable to decide what was right and wrong. Was your fiancée still waiting on you? Or had it been long enough for it to be considered okay for you to move on?

Slowly, you walked back to your quarters after your shift. You knew Harry had another hour before he would seek you out, and it would give you time to collect your thoughts. You felt guilty for you found yourself comparing your fiancée to Harry. You had more in common with Harry, and he was more interested in your job than your fiancée was. He didn't approve of becoming an Ensign on Voyager, but you had jumped at the chance to be on the ship. And although you regretted it had caused you to become trapped, you couldn't think of a better group to be stuck in the Delta Quadrant with.

You took a sip of tea, looking at the door when it chimed. "Come in." You fluffed the pillow beside you and tried to calm your nerves when Harry walked in.

"Hi."

You stood up, "Hi." You stared for a moment before gesturing to the food replicator. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, thank you." He stepped closer. "I've made things awkward, haven't I?"

"No!" You quickly shot down, walking toward him. "I'll admit that the kiss came as a shock, but not unwelcomed."

"But..."

"I have a fiancée. You have Libby. They could still be waiting for us. But I can't deny that my feelings have changed." You explained. "It wasn't intentional, yet it felt like the most natural thing in the world. You know me better than anyone, and I would hate to -"

Harry stepped forward, kissing you tenderly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and were surprised by how passionate it was. You expected to find kissing your best friend awkward a few times, but it was the most exciting thing in the world.

You had no idea what would happen if you made it to the alpha quadrant, but you found that you wouldn't mind a more extended trip. The Voyager was home to you, and after so many months, you began to question if you should stay in the delta quadrant.

The planet that was home to a new breed of humans spread like wildfire through the ship. You had a chance to settle down on a planet that bore a close resemblance to Earth. You wondered if it was a way out. If you didn't go home, you didn't have to explain that you had started a new relationship and break two hearts. But if Harry wasn't going to join you, what would be the point? You had your first fight talking about it, and you were torn. You wanted a place to call home, and Voyager was the closest thing you had, but you longed for more.

You stood outside the cargo bay, staring at the doors, and heard your name being called, turning to see Harry running down the corridor. "Don't go." He took a moment to catch his breath. "I know I said that if you wanted to go to the planet, I wouldn't stop you. But I don't want you to go."

You looked away, and he continued. "We'll make it home. And when we do, that's when we worry about -"

"The two people who are going to be heartbroken when we return and tell them we've moved on?" You interrupted.

"They probably have to." He said. "I want you to stay because if we do make it home, I want to have that life you were talking about: the cozy house, the lovely garden, and the pitter-patter of little feet."

You smiled softly, "It wouldn't be the same, would it?"

He shook his head and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head. "When we get home, your mother will be so happy to see that you are alive. Then she'll notice me, and I'll have to run, so she doesn't kill me."

You giggled into his shoulder. He knew her so well just from the stories you had told him about her.

You knew it was time to come clean. You wouldn't find a better time to tell him, and it had to be now before you changed your mind.

"The baby might occupy her long enough." You told him.

He froze, pulling away to look at you. "You're not -"

You nodded, biting your lip. "I didn't want them to grow up on a ship their whole life." You sighed. "I know I should have said something earlier, but I didn't know how. We never talked about it, and we've only been dating for -"

He hugged you tightly, and you rested your head on his shoulder. "Why do you always have to do things on your own?" He smiled down at you fondly as he answered all your questions. "Unexpected? Yes. Planned? Not yet. Am I happy about it? Yes, and with a little bit of fear. But that's the fun part."

You smiled, hugging him tightly.

"When did you find out?" He asked, walking down the corridor away from the cargo bay. You felt his hand take yours and rested your head on his shoulder as you walked.

"Three days ago. I was feeling sick, and Kes took me to the sick bay. I'm fourteen weeks along already." You anxiously bit your lip, and he smiled at you, squeezing your hand. You knew he was freaking out like you were, but he was keeping his doubts at bay to be there for you.

"I did think you were starting to get a little chubby, but I thought it was all the replicated snacks you have been eating." He chuckled when you glared at him and followed when you walked away. "I was kidding!"

You passed Captain Janeway and Chakotay in the corridor near the turbo lift, and she was relieved to see you and Harry going in the opposite direction of the cargo bay. Tom had talked about the possibility of you leaving, and he knew Harry would follow. The crew knew about your fight as Harry had slept in his old quarters that night. But Harry knew it was fear that made you want to leave Voyager. You, like him, were under the impression that it was a short trip. And now it could last for 75 years.

You smiled at them and entered the turbo lift after they exited. "Oh, Ensign L/N." Harry stopped the turbo-lift so she could speak. "I heard from the Doctor this morning -"

"I know it's not the ideal place for a child but -"

"Congratulations, Ensign. To both of you." She smiled before walking away, and you started the turbo lift.

You looked at Harry, who was smiling. He was getting more and more excited.

And that was why it was so hard to accept that he was gone. You thought of all the ways you could go into labor. The ship under a violent attack was not one of them. The ship trembled, and sparks came from consoles. The Doctor kept telling you to push, but you could only think about Harry, who had fallen through a breach.

You cried as Kes squeezed your hand, trying to comfort you, but you needed one person, and he wasn't there.

You screamed as you pushed, and the sound of crying relaxed you, resting your head back as the Doctor checked over your son. The crying stopped, and you looked at the Doctor who was hovering at the incubator.

"What's wrong?" You asked. "What's happened is he okay?"

He and Kes quickly moved around, and you cried into your hands. "God, no. Please, no!"

It was the worst day of your life. And you often had nightmares about it. Even after Harry came from the duplicate ship, holding your child in his arms, you only cried harder.

He handed you the baby, looking surprised to see you. He stepped back and watched you look at the boy in your arms as if he would disappear.

"He looks like his mother." He spoke up.

You looked at him, "The other version of me...what happened to her?"

His expression was solemn. "She - you - died in childbirth on my Voyager. When the Vidiian came on board, I took the baby and passed through the rift."

You nodded, "Neither Voyager was the way it was supposed to be. The other me wasn't supposed to die. And this Harry Kim and our son weren't supposed to die."

"I have spoken to the Captain of this Voyager." He said. "She said that being a member of Starfleet, you get used to weird. And as weird as it seems, I still love you. Even if you are not from my Voyager."

"My Harry died." You whispered.

"And so did my Y/N."

"You're an exact duplicate of Harry, isn't that right?" Kes walked over to you.

"That's right." He said.

"And you have all the same memories and feelings?" Kes continued.

"Yes." He nodded.

"What's your point, Kes?" You sighed.

"My point is, you shouldn't lose each other for a second time. He's still Harry, just a duplication. And you're still the same Y/N he knew."

You understood what she was trying to say.

"Thanks, Kes." She smiled, bowing her head slightly before walking away. You placed your child in the incubator; aware Harry was staring at you, wondering what you were thinking. You turned to him, hesitating for a moment before hugging him tightly. Harry buried his nose in your hair, and you smiled when he kissed your shoulder.

You weren't losing each other for a second time.