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unknownfacelessfanfictions · 11 months ago

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Christmas Bakery

Pairing: Koval x fem! Reader (3rd POV) Fandom: Star Trek Deep Space Nine Words: 1.8K Summary: Koval learns about this so called "Christmas baking" that his wife seems to love A/N: A little sequel to "Romulan Summer". You don't need to read this to understand this one

WINTER WRITING PLAN!!

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. A page was turned. The occasional beep of a PADD confirming the entered entry as saved and sent.

For the past hour she had been sitting curled up together with a book in her hand in the only chair in Koval's office, apart from the chair in which her husband had been sitting and working for several hours. She had joined him, having grown tired of the emptiness in their room, and since he had promised not to mind, she had made herself comfortable in the soft velvet cushion.

She didn't mind that they hadn't exchanged a word with each other in the past hour. In fact, she enjoyed the silence, something her former self would probably never have thought. In the past, she had always found silence unpleasant, especially when other people were present in the room, and had done everything she could to make that silence disappear. With Koval, however, it seemed different to her. The silence was now no longer heavy and oppressive on her shoulders, but wrapped her much more like a soft, light blanket and made her forget everything around her as long as Koval's steady breathing could still be heard. Of course, she loved to lose herself in quiet conversations as much as heated discussions with Koval, but she had learned to appreciate the silence.

A knock, however, abruptly interrupted the silence and made her look up. Koval, his eyes still fixed on the display of his PADD, barely raised his voice, but the dark humming sound reached behind the thick door and, with his permission, the doors slid aside to reveal Cetax, one of the kitchen staff.

He was still quite young for a Romulan at forty, yet his family had served Koval's family for centuries, so he had already made it very high in his position, organising and leading the kitchen staff. His hair was dark and slightly longer than the military cut she was used to from Koval and his "colleagues", and although his posture was tight and his features seemed like a mask at times, the mischief lived in his dark eyes.

With a quick movement, he bowed. "Forgive the interruption, Dhaemnasi, however your wife asked me to inform her when her order has arrived in the kitchen." At his words, Koval finally looked up from his PADD and raised an eyebrow as she straightened, peaceful calm replaced by anticipation. "Then it's here?" Cetax nodded slightly. "Daie, Ihhei." A delighted squeal escaped her, which she struggled to suppress, clapping her hands enthusiastically before abandoning her book on the table beside the armchair and leaping to her feet.

Koval rose as well. "E'lev, what is Cetax talking about?" She smiled a little sheepishly. "It's winter on Earth right now and I used to do a lot of baking with my family and friends at this time of year. Biscuits, sweets, things like that. It's a tradition and I was hoping to continue it here this year. That's why I had asked Cetax months ago to get me the necessary ingredients." Koval again just raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly to the side. "I didn't know you could bake."

She snorted in amusement. "That's because you never let me in the kitchen for fear I'll burn the house down." "I just don't want you to get hurt." She smiled widely, stepped towards him and put a hand to his cheek. Behind her, she heard Cetax shift uneasily from one foot to the other and had to stop her smile from widening. Humans could already be uncomfortable showing tenderness and affection for their mate in front of outsiders. Romulans took this to an even greater extreme, so she dismissed him with a wave of her hand behind her back.

"I know that, darling." Lovingly she caressed his cheek with her hand and for a moment Koval allowed himself to close his eyes. "However, I long for those little things that have been normality for me. I also promise that this time you won't have to call Doctor Onduk." It was meant as a joke, however Koval's face remained serious.

"You could have seriously hurt yourself, e'lev." "I know," she murmured, looking down only to feel his hand run through her hair a moment later. "Promise you'll be more careful this time." She looked up, a slight smile on her lips, and nodded as her fingers traced his. "Promise." Gently, she touched his fingertips to his, bringing back the old familiar feeling of warmth and affection she usually felt when she kissed him in this way. Her smile grew a little bolder. "Unless, of course, you drop your incredibly important work and come with me to make sure the oven doesn't devour me."

She had joked, assuming that Koval would roll his eyes in amusement and let her go to the kitchen. Instead, he considered for a moment, switched off his PADD and quickly brought her hand to his mouth to press a kiss to its back. "By all means, lead the way, Ihhei." Her eyes widened. "Really? You would really stand in the kitchen with me and bake?" Koval smiled slightly, amused, and put a hand on her hip, pulling her close enough to feel his hot breath on her neck and whisper in her ear. "You don't think you're the only one with hidden talents, e'lev. Besides, I'm the only one who gets to devour you."

She grinned at him, blushing though, and turned to place a hand on his chest. "Oh, I know you have many talents, husband. Anything else would have been rather disappointing from the Chairman of the Tal'Shiar, don't you think?" Chuckling, she pressed a light kiss to his lips before taking his hand, careful not to look too scandalous to the servants, and pulled him after her to the kitchen.

Once there, they found that Cetax had already ordered all the kitchen staff to clear the kitchen so they could have their peace. Clever man. With great interest, she began to unpack the contents of the large box that stood on the kitchen island and examine it for imperfections and damage, only to find with satisfaction that everything was in tact. Koval had stayed in the background the entire time, quietly watching her as she inspected the ingredients. Only when she had finished did he detach himself from the shadows, as he often did, and step up beside her, a thin smile on his lips and an eyebrow raised. "And how do we proceed, Chef?" She looked up at him and slapped him gently and jokingly against the arm. "Like any good cook starts. Wash your hands." "Ssuaj-ha, Rekkhai."

Laughing, she pushed him to the sink where, under her watchful eye, he cleaned his hands, perhaps a little more thoroughly than necessary, only to step aside and ask her to go to the sink. She quickly washed her hands in contrast, knowing full well that hands had a very different meaning in Romulan culture than in human, and wanting Koval to stay on task, she then hurried to the kitchen cupboard from which she had taken out two beige kitchen aprons. She tied one around herself and threw the other to Koval, who caught it with equal ease and scepticism. "Really? Is that really necessary?"

She just grinned and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Yes. It will protect your clothes and besides, you'll look wonderful in it." Without giving him another look, she turned to the ingredients. She decided to start with the basic starter biscuits, which were plain and simple, but unbelievably delicious. She quickly gathered the ingredients and placed them on the work surface. Koval had meanwhile stepped next to her, she had been right, he looked wonderful in an apron, and was looking intently at the ingredients in front of them when his gaze caught on something. "What purpose does this serve?"

Confused, he held several biscuit cutters in the air, which came in a variety of shapes, and she chortled softly. "We won't need these until later. They're for cutting out the dough to give the biscuits a shape." Koval meanwhile inspected a cookie cutter in the shape of a reindeer. " I didn't realise a circle wasn't enough." Smiling, she rolled her eyes and took the biscuit cutter from him. "They do taste the same in each shape, however, it does add a certain sense of ... festivity." "I see." He sounded unimpressed, however she hadn't expected more from him. "Why don't you go and get a bowl, the whisk and the scales from the cupboard, will you?"

Koval complied with her request, though he again seemed sceptical. "We have new-fangled technologies. Why use the old ones when the new ones are better and more precise." Sighing, she took the whisk from his hand and waved it under his nose. "Because otherwise it won't feel like winter and Christmas." After that, her husband remained silent and together they weighed the ingredients they needed and added them to the large bowl. However, when it came to mixing, Koval insisted on doing the work, justifying it by saying that he was stronger and had more stamina and so would finish the job faster. He did not want to hear her protest that it was not about speed but about feeling.

Koval was right and a few moments later the yellowish dough lay rolled out and ready to be cut out in front of them. Although Koval's scepticism was clearly written on his face, every now and then, when he thought she wasn't looking, she caught him with an amused smile spreading across his lips as he stabbed the cookie cutter into the dough and produced little fir trees, Santas and candy canes.

Gingerly, she slid the tray with the finished cut-out biscuits into the oven, quickly closed the door and then turned to Koval. "So, was that so bad now?" The corners of Koval's mouth twitched, he stepped towards her and put his hands on her hips. "It was ... acceptable." Outraged and amused at the same time, she braced her hands on her hips. "Acceptable? How can you ...." With her hand she reached for some leftover flour and before Koval could react she had already smeared it over his face and was on the run, laughing as she ran out of the kitchen.

For a few seconds, Koval stood dumbfounded in the kitchen, gazing after his wife, before an almost devilish smile crept onto his lips and he stood up, eyes wide with amusement, before following after her.

Needless to say, it was ultimately Cetax's job to keep the biscuits from burning and to clean up the kitchen and get everything ready for decorating, albeit with a small smile on his face. Which was perhaps due to the fact that one biscuit had mysteriously disappeared at the end.

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Dhaemnasi - Adress fort the Chairman oft the Tal’Shiar Daie – yes (inferior to superior) Ihhei – madame E’lev – darling Ssuaj-ha – Understood (formal/military use, inferior to superior) Rekkhai – ma’am / sir (in galea [military])

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ensignsimp · 10 months ago

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Romantic DS9 Koval HCs

Prompt: Romantic Koval HCs

You can never tell if you are his partner or his pet.

You rarely make a public appearance, mostly due to his paranoia.

He wants to keep you safe, you're his after all, and being head of the Tal Shiar has some downsides.

He's cold, aloof, and cunning at work.

When he's home he's gentle, soft, and seductive.

He likes to sneak up behind you, brush the hair behind your ear, and whisper the most flirtatious greetings.

He enjoys watching your hair stand on end and your skin shiver in anticipation.

"Shaoi dan, sahe'lagge." * (Greetings, Passionflower.)

He loves that he can make you succumb to his wishes with just a few simple words.

He'll shower you with only the finest luxuries, food, clothes, jewelry, etc.

When you're out together you usually wear similar civilian clothes.

However, at home he expects you to wear only the most lavish of green-hued silks.

You are a luxury to him, and he only expects the best.

He thinks it's cute when you worry about his health. He'll pat your head and tell you everything is fine.

You will give him messages frequently to help with the pain.

It helps for a while which he appreciates.

He will make sure to send you back to Federation Space before his determination worsens.

He hates the Federation, but he loves you more and he knows they will see you more as a hostage victim than a potential spy.

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unknownfaceless-ds9 · 1 year ago

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I've recently gained a really big respect and love for Romulans, especially those who appear in like one or two episodes and yes I read fanfics but there is one pairing I really want.

I really want Senator Vreenak to be in a relazionship with a Human whose native language is german, just so they can laugh their ass off every time they say his name, because his first name, Merken, is actually a german word that means something along the lines of 'remember' but also 'notice' and I think it fits him so well, that it's almost too ironic.

#star trek #star trek deep space nine #star trek ds9 #romulans #romulans/humans #senator vreenak #merken vreenak #vreenak x reader #vreenak x oc #language stuff #german language

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misanthropologymajor · 5 months ago

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to boldly go...

this is so based on my current tng watch and crippling addiction to cod fanfic of all things

Science Officer!f! Reader x Bridge Crew! 141

Star Trek: TNG AU (pt. 1?)

Human! Price- Captain of the Enterprise

Human!Gaz- helmsman/operations officer (liutenant)

Klingon!Ghost- security-officer-turned-first-officer (lieutenant commander)

Betazoid!Soap- new security officer (lieutenant)

Half Vulcan!Reader- sciences officer (lieutenant junior-grade), [giving them various nicknames because (y/n) feels clunky]

wc: 4k

warnings: rearrangement of rank (Starfleet doesn't have enlisted officers & the equivalent ranks would not be bridge officers), reader is the youngest but the other ages aren't mentioned, abduction, Ghost was raised by humans in a Worf-analogue-situation, (Ghost's parents were killed in a Romulan attack), slowburn, no smut, written before i started playing mwii

Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its continuing mission: to explore strange new worlds; to seek out new life and new civilizations; to boldly go where no one has gone before!

As the turbo-lift doors opened, the familiar sounds of the Bridge Crew's squabbles filled the ears of the newest Chief Science Officer.

"Cap', 're you sure that MacTavish can actually read the Ferengi from this distance? I wouldn't put it past 'im to just wanna stir sumthin' up."

"Ghost, ye know damn well I wouldn' lie abou' somethin' like that."

Quietly walking to her station behind the caption's chair, the half-Vulcan began scanning the readings of the Ferengi ship. The Ferengi ship was peculiarly small and old-fashioned- at least a century old.

"Gaz, can you take us closer? One third Impulse, please." At Gaz's affirmation, Captain Price stood from his chair and walked towards the monitor at the front of the bridge. "Junior-grade, how many life signs can you read."

She startled, looking up from the inlaid monitor. "Only two, sir. It's a small ship, though there should be room for around thirty crew." Her gaze followed Price's to the front monitor, where she saw the short loop of Ferengi video broadcast. Both Ferengi men's large ears and prominent brow ridges glistened with sweat.

Gaz looked up from his controls. "Captain, the broadcast isn't coming from this ship."

"The distress beacon is, though. And the ship is definitely Ferengi." Ghost looked over Soap's shoulder to the security console.

"Price, be careful. We're getting close to the neutral zone." Gaz indicated to his monitor.

Price returned to the captain's seat, centered in the bridge. "Soap, keep scanning for other vessels. Ghost, hail the Ferengi ship."

"Price, they aren't receiving our hailing frequencies."

"Is anyone else thinking of Earthen anglerfish right about now?" the half-Vulcan mumbled. Then, louder- "They're down to just one life sign, Captain Price."

"They don' have shields up, Cap'n," Soap called from the security station. "I don't feel anything from the ship, either."

“Ghost, prepare an away team and get some protective gear. We’ll keep track and be ready to beam you back, but we need to know what’s happenin’ with that ship.”

“Gaz an’ the kid with me. Go get a compact medikit in case there’re any survivors, an' Gaz can tell us why it may 'ave stopped.”

As Gaz stood from his chair, the science officer rushed towards the turbo-lift, heading briskly down to the medbay. Swiftly getting the required supplies, she headed towards the transporter room, meeting with Gaz and Ghost.

"Three to beam to the co-ords Soap sent down." Ghost led the trio to the transporter bay, phaser in hand.

As they faded into shimmering white light, all three prepared themselves for the unknown of a seemingly empty Ferengi shuttle on the border of the Neutral Zone.

Following the briefest moment, they came back into awareness. Ghost was the first to reach full cognizance, the other two shortly following. The most immediately apparent thing was that the ship had not been abandoned by normal means. The cockpit was in disarray, and a trail of a mixture of unknown substances ended abruptly in the doorway.

At Ghost's indication of safety, the Vulcan activated the scientific tricorder to scan the trail. As the analysis loaded, she noted from the corner of their eye that both Gaz and Ghost tensed. Ghost's mask made the sudden lack of motion vividly unsettling. The tricorder loaded with a small chirp, indicating the presence of Ferengi and Romulan DNA. Abruptly, the shuttle lit up.

The ship began moving closer to the Neutral Zone. Soap's voice echoed from their communicators, "Wha' the hell are ye doin'? The Neutral Zone is right fuckin' there!"

"We're not trying to, Soap. I'm looking at the controls now." Gaz rushed to the lit-up console.

"Ghost, there's evidence Romulans here. We should get out of here, sir."

As the First Officer acknowledged the Science Officer, more words echoed from their communicator badges.

"Transport to away team, we've lost your location. There's some sort of interference." Tensions became palpable as the situation quickly devolved. Gaz frantically tried to turn the ship back towards the Enterprise. Ghost and the scientist worked on figuring out what left a Ferengi shuttle lost at the edge of the Neutral Zone.

Price's voice echoed through the ship, "Hold on, Away Team, reeling you in with our tractor beam." The ship jolted with the connection of the tractor beam, easing back towards Federation Territory.

Gaz began hitting the console, clearly frustrated by the lack of response from the equipment. "Ghost an' Cap, this shuttle isn't bein' controlled by this panel. This has gotta be a trap."

As two Humans, a Betazoid, a Klingon, and a half-Vulcan attempted to return the away team to the Enterprise, they were faced with a Romulan Warbird removing its cloaking device directly next to the Ferengi shuttle.

The Ferengi Shuttle was swiftly drawn in by the Warbird's tractor beam, half the distance from and twice the size of the Enterprise.

The science officer tapped the communicator on: "Sirs, this is not standard Romulan battle practices. Deception, yes, but blatant disregard for the Algeron Treaty? In just about two hundred years of conflict, they've never done anything like this."

"When did you become an expert on Romulan politics, Junior-grade?"

"Not the time, Garrick," Ghost aimed his phaser at the door between the away team and the interior of the Romulan ship. The other two quickly followed suit.

As the interior of the Ferengi ship dimmed, the shuttle bay door of the Romulan Warbird opened up. The ship slowed into the bay, and the environmental system hissed. Gaz was the first to feel it, and Ghost was the last.

As Ghost fought to keep his eyes open, he heard the half-Vulcan mutter about "anesthizine."

Gaz woke in a cell, his phaser and communicator on the manned desk beyond the forcefields. A few cells across the circular brig, he could see the Ferengi from the broadcast in a shared cell, and to their right was Ghost. "Ghost, can you hear me? Are you able to see any way out?"

"Damn Romulans cuffed me an' took my fuckin' mask. The door out of the cells is to your left, the kid's to your right."

"I can hear you, Ghost," she frowned. "They have our comms and phasers, and there's no way they've kept us in Federation Territory. Cap's gonna need to get approval from Admiral Laswell to follow us."

"Soap won't like that," Gaz said, standing from the cot to get a better view of the space. "Junior-grade, you said this wasn't normal for Romulans. Do you think we're working with an extremist group?"

"Definitely. I was awake when they were cuffing Ghost. They weren't in standard issue Romulan Star Empire Uniforms, and there's some wacky mods to this Warbird."

Ghost cut in, "At least they wan' us alive. We'd be long gone if they didn't think we could do sumthin' for 'em."

"'Specially with their views on Klingons and Vulcans. Nasty blokes."

"Thanks for reminding us, Gaz." She pressed her hand to the force field, searching for the weak point she knew wasn't there. As they searched, the brig doors opened with a hiss.

Three Romulans walked in, bearing phaser rifles. The centered one spoke: "I had hoped the Federation would be stupid enough to send a ship into our territory. Imagine my delight when that little ship sends me some a Klivan, a Hevam, and a Yyiyao wrapped in a nice little bow." (Romulan derogatory terms for Klingon, Human, Vulcan)

"Oh, what a shock: the Rihansu is racist. Where the hell are we?" (Vulcan [and Romulan] for Romulan)

"Hold your tongue, Yyiyao. I haven't killed you yet, but my mercy has limits. You don't even know why you're here yet!"

"Who the hell are you?" Ghost stood up abruptly, startling the non-speaking Romulans.

"Now, the Klivan is asking the right question! Who am I? And why would I capture two Feh'rengsu, a Kilvan, a Hevam, and a Yyiyao?

They call me Commander Makarov, and I will free my people from the barriers of the Neutral Zone and the Federation altogether."

"And you think that will happen by kidnapping a First Officer, Flight Control Officer, and a Science Officer?" Gaz sat on the cot in the corner.

"I'm not that foolish. You're nothing more than bait, tempting your precious Federation into breaking its own rules."

"You can't seriously think our Captain is stupid enough to follow us withou' givin' proper notice?" Ghost questioned.

"Oh, Klivan. He's already following us," Makarov grinned.

"I still don't get why you're tellin' us this." Gaz laid further into the cot.

"Either he's gloating or he's trying to get something out of us, be that intel or our charming personalities." The half-Vulcan wrung her hands, silently pleading for the Enterprise to be careful and give the correct notice.

The Ferengi began tittering with each other, briefly pulling the attention from the Starfleet officers.

"You three were victims of circumstance. But these two-" Makarov sneered. "These two will not try to swindle the sword of the Romulan Empire again."

Makarov's men turned off the barrier to the Ferengi cell. Each grabbed one Ferengi man and dragged them out of the brig. Makarov left the brig, questions hanging in the air.

"What a total dick."

"Thought you were supposed to be too logical for needless profanity."

"My Vulcan father lost the debate that determined what planet I was raised on. Before the Acadamy, I went to an Earthen public school, Gaz."

"Fuckin' hell you two, not the time," Ghost chastised. "Gotta work out what that bastard wants from us."

"Could be they want to kickstart a war against the Federation, relations have been easing in the past few-" Gaz cut himself off as the doors opened.

Makarov stepped through into the brig. "How lucky was I to have Captain Jonathan Price's crew, led by the Ghost, stumble on the ship I hadn't gotten around to destroying yet."

"What've the Captain or I got to do with you?"

"Don't tell me you don't remember us, Klivan! Not after our grand impact on your childhood."

Ghost closed his eyes and took a deep breath, setting his jaw.

"Now you remember me. I'll fill your underlings in. I was just an Uhlan, aboard the Perseus. A Klingon traitor sent us the codes to Khitomer's security system. Your Ghost was the only survivor."

Ghost's history was not frequently discussed on the ship, but his presence as a Klingon in Starfleet command made it clear that his life was full of unusual circumstances.

"And on top of that, your Captain is the one who convinced my previous Commander, that ryakna, to abandon the honor of our great Empire."

"The Cap's peace negotiations under Laswell? Not letting another Federation ship blow you all up for your secret base in the Neutral Zone? That's what this is about?" Gaz looked incredulous.

"He should have defended the great Romulan Empire! Why should we listen to rules set by your Federation." Makarov sneered. "The might of our great fleet could have destroyed all the Federation sent after us."

As Makarov continued on about the power of the Romulan Empire, the science officer tuned out. She focused instead on attempting to work out a method for contacting Captain Price from what was likely at least an astronomical unit away. She'd already ruled out the possibility of accessing their communicator unit, cobbling a communicator out of their tricorder, and breaching access on the communicator of the Warbird.

"But what sweet revenge, taking the sole Klivan survivor and two other crew from that peacenik, your Captain Price. How poetic that you will start the empirical expansion my people have been deprived of. I will return for you when your Federation breaks their own rules."

As Makarov left the brig, a quiet tension fell over the officers.

Gaz was the first to break the silence. "Do you think the Cap would be mad enough to follow after without getting Laswell up to speed?"

"Will the Romulan contacts deem this an acceptable reaction from Price in the case that he is this mad?" They buried their face in their hands.

"It doesn't matter what Price does, so long as we get the fuck off this damn ship."

"Ghost, what he said about your parents-"

"Doesn't matter."

"I know it doesn't, but I just want you to know you're allowed to be angry about this even if you don't remember it."

"Interesting take, coming from the Vulcan," Gaz interrupted.

"Half Vulcan. Born and raised on Earth."

"Neither of you are helpin'. Migh' as well just wait for Price 'f you're gonna keep gettin' distracted." Ghost pressed his hands against the force field of his cell. As each officer sought out their cells' unlikely flaws, they listened for any sounds around them.

After what could have been anywhere between ten minutes and an hour of searching, a set of footsteps approached them.

"Your Captain has demanded proof of life from us. Your scientist is coming with me." A Romulan with a jagged scar running down his face entered the brig. He approached the center cell and bound their hands, escorting them out of the brig.

The half-Vulcan yanked her arm from the Romulan's hold. "I can walk myself." She then ignored Gaz's protests, hoping that they were unnecessary.

Following a long walk, she was escorted onto a dark bridge. The Enterprise Bridge was displayed on the large monitor in front of the room. Price was in his Captain's chair, Soap above and behind him at the security panel. Both sets of eyes gently lightened at their Junior-grade, visibly unharmed and still slightly fighting their escort.

"See, Captain, unharmed. The other two are in the same condition, but I couldn't just release all of them, you see." Makarov brushed his hand across her face, earning three sets of glares.

"Lieutenant, are you, Gaz, and Ghost okay?" Price ignored Makarov's assurance.

Before she could begin her sentence, Makarov grasped her by her chin. As she wrenched herself from his hands, he spoke. "You've seen she's alive. My patience wears thin."

Even with the distance, she could see Soap's knuckles grip his console. "We're not followin' ye into the fuckin' Neutral Zone without word from her. S'bad enough ye didn' let our First Officer up."

"When I got grabbed to come up, Gaz and Ghost were okay. I wouldn't trust-" Makarov's hand clamped over her mouth, cutting her off. She had to fight the urge to bite the bastard.

"I didn't bring her up here to give away all of my surprises. Return her to the brig." Makarov looked over his shoulder to the scarred Romulan, who had brought her up.

She fought damn near the entire way back down, leading to another Romulan joining her escort. While she knew it would be fruitless, doing nothing felt more wrong. She felt like she'd wasted any opportunity to formulate a plan with the Captain, and hadn't fought against their captor enough to be respectable. Would Soap judge her, or, worse, would Price?

She shook the thought from her mind just as she returned to the brig. They moved her to the cell previously occupied by the Ferengi, where she was now unable to see Ghost and considerably farther from Gaz. They left her hands bound, and one sat at the guard station.

Unwilling to risk giving intel to the guard, all three sat in relative silence once she confirmed that Price had been in contact.

Gaz was humming an old Earthen song she couldn't quite place. Every so often, she would sigh dramatically. Ghost was the only one to remain entirely silent.

After about an hour, the guard received three trays at the door and delivered one to each occupied cell. Each tray contained an unappetizing green biscuit and a small cup of a grey drink. She and Gaz each took a half-hearted bite; Ghost refused to even look at the tray.

The half-Vulcan stood from the tray without taking a second bite. Instead, she chose to lay in the cot and nap—what was the worst that could happen?

It seemed that the worst that could happen was the ship going into a red alert, their guard leaving them trapped as he went to a battle station. The emergency lights flashed, and she could understand almost every other word of a Romulan emergency alert.

The alert seemed to indicate that they were under attack not by the Federation but by another Romulan vessel. She rubbed her bleary eyes and stood up.

"Just our luck— someone's attacking, and it's not Price." She smacked at the force field holding her in the cell. She could hear Ghost attacking his barrier as well and could see Gaz beginning to do the same.

"How do you know it's not Cap?" Gaz paused his attack.

"The emergency alert specified something about a T'liss, a bird-of-prey. They'd have said ih'calear if they'd translated the Enterprise's class."

"Since when do you know Romulan?" Ghost's voice echoed from the cell to her right.

"It's really not too far of a leap from Vuhlkansu, Commander. I took a couple classes in it at the Academy."

The alarm continued to go off, and the half-Vulcan did her best not to fret. From the size difference alone, a bird-of-prey against a warbird shouldn't have even been a blip in the radar. She strained to hear about a d'deridex, another warbird, but the alert kept repeating that the combat was against a T'liss class vessel.

What would a separate Romulan general do if one found them in this brig? Would they seek to continue the relative peace with the Federation by releasing them back to the Enterprise, or would they decide that the three weren't worth their lives and kill them, or worse, send them to a Romulan prison?

"Junior-grade, I can feel you worrying through the damn wall. Price or Laswell'll come, stop your fuckin' panickin'." She snapped out of her anxious spiral, mumbling a bit of gratitude to her commanding officer.

It took nearly an hour before the alert stopped its loop. It took a further forty minutes for anyone to check the brig. None of them expected the familiar Romulan to be the one to walk through the door, followed by their previous guard.

"Nikolai, you were the bird-of-prey?" Gaz beamed. The negotiations between Nikolai, Price, and Laswell predated the half-Vulcan's time as a bridge officer, but she had seen him on the screen, briefly, as she'd taken some data from the bridge.

"Best ship I could get with little notice from Laswell. Heard my old sublieutenant was causing issues."

"Thought you'd finally gotten out of military work, Nik. How'd you get even a lil' thing like that?"

"I have friends everywhere, Ghost."

The scarred guard reluctantly opened each cell door and unbound the wrists of the Klingon and the half-Vulcan. Ghost didn't respond, but she rubbed her wrists before introducing herself to Nikolai. Ghost grabbed all of the confiscated equipment, taking it for his crew.

"Good to meet you. Let's get you all back to the Enterprise, where you belong." He escorted the trio to the vehicle bay, where a bird-of-prey waited. Nikolai took control of the ship and navigated it towards the Federation edge of the Neutral Zone.

"Why would Makarov release us to you?" The half-Vulcan couldn't keep from questioning.

"The daeus would never have approved of Makarov's methods. The only way his plan worked was if it flew under the radar that he had blatantly disregarded the treaty in a way that was so obvious to the Federation." Ghost cut in for Nikolai.

"Basically. Definitely helped that after I retired from military, I started working for a Senator who wants peace with your Federation."

The return to the border of the Neutral Zone felt much shorter despite taking nearly twice the time. They flew with easy conversations with Nikolai, who admonished any crew who even thought about engaging in distasteful behavior towards their guests.

As they neared the Enterprise, Gaz couldn't convince Nikolai to come aboard and visit with Price. While Ghost stayed out of the enticement, the science officer leaned on and encouraged Gaz.

"We've done enough stretching of Algeron Treaty. Your Enterprise nearly got a light-year in to the Neutral Zone before getting the sense to contact me."

The trio gave Nikolai their fond farewells, and Soap came over their communicators to organize their transport onto the Enterprise. After they shimmered onto the transporter pad, Soap and Price ushered all three to the medical bay.

After being medically cleared and cleaning up, the bridge crew sat down for dinner in the Captain's quarters. Price had yet to emerge with his contribution to the otherwise replicated meal.

"How did you know to get Nikolai involved?" Gaz sat across from Soap.

"Mate, d'you ken that Vulcans are telepathically inclined? Our scientist thought so loudly abou' Makarov's plan that I could hear it from the Enterprise. Turned our ass around and Laswell got in contact with Nik." Soap leaned to his left and ruffled her hair.

Pointed ears warming, she pushed Soap's hand away. "MacTavish, maybe you've just got massive range on your crazy Betazoid telepathy."

Soap persisted, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Hen, I'd have heard the Lt. or Gaz if it was just that. You were loud an' clear from a light year away."

Price's door opened to the Captain, holding three bottles of wine. "I thought we all deserved somethin' a little stronger than synthehol after the shit we dealt with."

Ghost nodded from his position across from the half-Vulcan as Price took his seat between them at the head of the table. Price opened the wines, handing them out to each officer to fill their cup with their selected beverage.

The bridge crew ate with light chatter, deliberately avoiding the topic of the overly-Empirical Commander. There would be plenty of time to discuss the ambitious Romulan in the coming days.

The half-Vulcan struggled to ignore the touchy nature of the Betazoid to her left and the Captain's comforting touches on her hand. She focused on her meal and the First Officer across from her, not wanting the Betazoid to sense her flushed discomfort.

Ghost had never fully removed his mask in front of her before. She tried not to think about how ruggedly attractive he was, letting loose with his friends and her. Was she a friend now? Her line of thinking left her confused and slightly flustered, though she hoped it indicated that he at least thought of her as a friend. "Junior-grade, you've picked your drink up and sat it back down without taking a sip three times now. You can relax, luvvie."

Never in a million years would she have anticipated the First Officer using a pet name for her. She could have sworn her pointed ears were so warm that they were steaming, a flush spreading across her entire head. She choked on the sip she took to hide her embarrassment.

Soap patted her back to help her cough as Gaz gently admonished Ghost. "Our girl doesn't need that shit from you, Ghost." Ghost just laughed, seemingly in on the joke.

A stern "Boys!" from Price seemed to end the joke that the half-Vulcan was trapped outside of. The other three sat up straighter for the briefest of moments, playing into a joke.

After a more collective evening of conversation, the bridge crew each returned to their quarters. The half-Vulcan donned her sleep clothes and lay in bed, questioning the day's events. Her thoughts drifted between her Romulan abduction, the unaccounted-for Ferengi, and the dinner—what had Price meant when he called her "their girl?"

As the day drifted out, she imagined what strange new worlds they may encounter the next day.

Star Trek Guide (probably a little inaccurate, there's so much star trek in the world):

Klingons: humanoid warrior species with pronounced forehead ridges that go to about the coronal suture of the human skull. they often have long dark hair and distinctive facial hair- in essentially perpetual conflict with Romulans for the majority of the 23rd and 24th centuries

Betazoids: humanoid species with no physical differences from humans except for pure black irises. they have telepathy in both concrete thoughts and emotions

Vulcans: humanoid species that pride themselves on logic above all else. Many are capable of a form of telepathy known as a mind meld, which is part of the intimate life of Vulcans. They are closely related to Romulans. Both Vulcans and Romulans have upturned eyebrows and pointed ears. prior to 370 AD, Vulcans were very warlike. A philosopher at the time led the transformation of society from violence to logic (Spock is a notable half-human-half-Vulcan)

Romulans: humanoid species that prioritizes conquest, in conflict with the Federation and Klingons. as Vulcan evolved from violence to peace, some dissented and left the planet to settle on the other two planets in that star system. Romulans were born from the dissenting Vulcans and indigenous populations of the settled planets. Some Romulans also have brow ridges in a "V" on their foreheads, although others are indistinguishable from Vulcans.

Ferengi: humanoid species that prioritizes profit above all else, and are notorious for their misogyny.. typically hairless, with large skulls, disproportionately large ears and brow ridges, orange skin, blue fingernails, and sharp teeth. (yk what no matter how accurately you describe the Ferengi, it's difficult to picture them without a picture)

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crowfootwrites · 11 months ago

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Eaha’le

I got the idea for the first part of this fic, the interaction between reader and Senator Cretak, and it rooted itself so deeply in my brain that I could literally hear it in her voice (specifically Megan Cole's Cretak, who I am deeply in love with 😅). Anyway, here's another entry for the December Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting. Tagging the folks I knew usually love that good Romulan shit! @deepspacedukat @bigblissandlove1 @sleepycat82 @starrynightgardens @horta-in-charge

Eaha'le translates to "sweetness" in Rihan.

December 8: Sweets (Senator Kimara Cretak x GN!Reader)

Warnings: none; pure fucking fluff; not beta'd we die like men. | Words: ~620

“And, what did you say this was called again?” Kimara asked as she sat, slightly wide-eyed, at your mother’s kitchen table, the few brown crumbs dusting her lips begging you to kiss them off.

You laughed and wiped your floured hands on the towel slung over your shoulder before taking a seat across from her, the Christmas platter of shaped cookies resting between you.

“Gingerbread,” you reminded her.

“It is… spicy,” she murmured, reaching for another Human man-shaped cookie. “But also sweet.” She studied it intently before gingerly taking a bite.

She nodded thoughtfully. “This is excellent,” she mumbled around the cookie in her mouth.

More of your laughter bubbled over – while you never imagined you’d refer to a Romulan partner as “adorable”, Kimara’s curiosity was endearing and it made her all the more lovely to you.

You knew, of course, about the Senator’s penchant for sweets. In the time you’d known her, she’d never passed up an opportunity to try a new confection. She’d actually introduced you to jumja sticks after you’d arrived on Deep Space 9.

But being back in your family home on Earth for Christmas meant introducing Kimara to scads of novel, handmade Terran desserts – so far, there’d been some hits and some misses. She wasn’t a fan of sweet potato pie, which you’d lamented dramatically, or peanut butter fudge. But she’d eaten enough lemon bars to make herself sick and was “delighted” by the lightness of your profiteroles. Gingerbread, it would seem, was another hit.

“I’m glad you like it,” you offered. “It’s a pretty traditional Christmas dessert, around here anyway.”

A loud clinking carried across the kitchen as your mother entered, carrying a tilting stack of ceramic casserole dishes. She swore loudly as she caught her hip on the corner of the counter and dumped the pile of pans on the countertop in annoyance.

“I’m fixin’ to make my famous banana puddin’, Kimmy,” she divulged, leaning against the counter with one hand on her hip. You snorted lightly at your mother’s diminutive nickname for your dignified, Senate office-holding partner. Kimara glanced between you and your mother, her eyes still wide.

“Bananas are a sweet, custardy kind of fruit – and in banana pudding, you slice up bananas and layer them with cream and crispy vanilla cookies,” you filled in.

“And mine’s the best,” your mother added, fluffing her hair a bit. “Won the blue ribbon at the holiday bake-off for the last three years.”

“That sounds like an exceptional accomplishment,” Kimara replied earnestly, and you reached for her hand over the table to give it a squeeze. Her kindness never ceased to amaze you – it was unexpected from someone who’d previously described the Romulans’ “well-earned” arrogance to you.

“I look forward to trying it,” she added with a respectful incline of her head.

“Oh, you’re too sweet, Kimmy.” Your mother flushed and began making a racket as she shuffled her dishes around and started setting out ingredients.

A timer sounded from beside the oven and you ruefully pulled yourself from your Senator’s grasp to pull your thumbprint cookies out of the oven. Navigating around your mother’s chaos in the kitchen, you set your cookies to cool and poured a cup of tea each for you and Kimara. As you turned toward the table, you spotted her finishing her third gingerbread cookie and chided her softly.

“You’ll make yourself sick again,” you warned around a grin, setting the cups on the table and seating yourself beside your partner.

This time you couldn’t help it, leaning in to kiss away the specks of gingerbread clinging to her soft lips, your eyes fluttering closed as she kissed you back, spice and sparks crackling to life between you.

#star trek #star trek ds9 #star trek deep space nine #deep space nine #star trek fanfic #star trek fanfiction #senator cretak #kimara cretak #senator kimara cretak x reader #senator cretak x reader #cretak x reader #kimara cretak x reader #romulan x reader #romulans star trek #romulans

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anonymousewrites · 5 months ago

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Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Eight

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Eight: Aboard the Narada

Summary: Kirk, Spock, and (Y/N) go up against Nero and the Narada.

After it took some time for Spock to return, (Y/N) did get up to check on him. They knew he might be with his parents, but they needed to check on him—they couldn’t just wait around if he wasn’t alright.

Knowing where he’d go for peace, quiet, and calm to compose himself, (Y/N) walked to Spock’s cabin. They knocked on the door and called, “Spock?”

“You may enter,” said Spock, and (Y/N) pressed the button to slide the door open.

They stepped inside and found Spock sitting at his desk, readings and charts in front of him. He was already attempting to work.

“How are you doing, Spock?” said (Y/N), walking to his side.

“I am plotting a course that would hide the Enterprise behind a moon near Celia. Nero wouldn’t be able to sense us, and we could beam aboard as long as the drill is not activated,” said Spock.

“That’s a good plan, Spock, but that’s not what I meant,” said (Y/N). Spock stilled, and (Y/N) sighed. They reached out and turned his chair so that he faced them. “Kirk provoked you into showing emotion. I know that you dislike it. So, I’m asking, how are you doing?”

“I am…better,” said Spock. “I have composed myself. My Father and Mother are quite considerate.”

(Y/N) smiled. “I’m glad you have them.” They reached out and squeezed Spock’s shoulder. “And Spock, I want you to know that I don’t see you differently.” They smiled encouragingly. “I would never make you express your feelings, but I also don’t judge. What happened wasn’t your fault, and your reaction wasn’t your fault, either, other than the violence. But you’re still Spock. And that’s what matters.”

Spock reached up and touched (Y/N)’s forearm, close to their hand. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

“Of course, Spock.” (Y/N) tilted their head. “Now, are you ready to head back to the Bridge?”

Spock stood and nodded, but his hand continued to rest on (Y/N)’s arm. “I am.” He only let go when they stepped outside of the room.

“From there, as long as the drill is not actiwated, we can beam aboard the enemy ship,” said Chekov, finishing his explanation of the same idea Spock had come up with as he and (Y/N) stepped onto the Bridge.

“Aye, that might work,” said Scotty.

“Wait a minute, kid, how old are you?” said Bones.

“Seventeen, sir,” said Chekov.

He’s good for his age, thought (Y/N).

“Oh, good, he’s seventeen,” muttered Bones.

“Doctor, Mister Chekov is correct,” said Spock, stepping forward. Everyone’s eyes went to him, but he didn’t react, and (Y/N) stood next to him confidently. “I can confirm his telemetry. If Mister Sulu is able to maneuver us into position, I can beam aboard Nero’s ship, steal back the black hole device, and, if possible, bring back Captain Pike.”

“I won’t allow you to do that, Mister Spock,” said Kirk.

“Romulans and Vulcans share a common ancestry. Our cultural similarities will make it easier for me to access the ship’s computer to locate the device,” said Spock.

“I’m coming, too,” said (Y/N). Kirk and Spock’s eyes went to them in alarm, but they put their hands on their hips. “He’s going for Celia, my home. I need to stop him. And my empathy will give us an edge.”

Spock clearly wanted to say something, but Kirk nodded and honored the decision. “Alright, but I’m coming with you two.”

“I would cite regulation, but I know you will simply ignore it,” said Spock wryly.

“See, we are getting to know each other,” said Kirk, patting him on the shoulder.

They had a plan.

“Transporter Room,” said Sulu over the comms. “We are in position.”

The Enterprise had finally arrived, and, luckily, Nero had not begun his destruction of Celia. Unfortunately, they had very little time left to act.

“Really? Fine job, Mister Sulu,” said Scotty, programming the Transporter. “Well done.”

“How are we, Scotty?” asked Kirk.

“Unbelievably, we’re ready,” said Scotty cheerfully.

Kirk nodded and leaned into the communicator. “Whatever happens, Mister Sulu, if you think you have the tactical advantage, you fire on that ship, even if we’re still onboard. That’s an order.”

Spock and (Y/N) nodded behind him. They understood the gravity of the situation.

“Yes, sir,” said Sulu.

“Otherwise, we’ll contact the Enterprise when we’re ready to be beamed back,” said Kirk.

“Good luck,” said Sulu.

Kirk stopped the communications and stepped onto the Transporter Pad with (Y/N) and Spock.

“You two ready?” asked Kirk.

“Yes,” said Spock.

“As I can be,” said (Y/N).

“Okey-dokey, then,” said Scotty. “If there’s any common sense in the design of the enemy ship, I should be putting you somewhere in the cargo bay. There shouldn’t be a soul in sight.”

“Energize,” ordered Kirk.

The three dematerialized.

They rematerialized in a large, exposed area that was decidedly not a cargo hold. Instantly, several Romulans spotted them and shouted in Romulan. They grabbed phasers and fired at the trio. (Y/N), Kirk, and Spock ducked behind several boxes and pieces of machinery. The Starfleet officers pulled out their own phasers and shot back. Luckily, although the firefight was adrenaline-inducing, Kirk, Spock, and (Y/N) were the better shots and either killed or incapacitated their opponents (though not before one alerted Nero to their presence).

“That one’s still alive,” murmured (Y/N), gesturing to a fallen Romulan. “Spock, you get the information from him.”

“We’ll cover you,” said Kirk.

“Are you certain?” said Spock.

“Yeah, we’ve got you,” said (Y/N).

Spock darted forwards towards the Romulan while Kirk and (Y/N) kept their phasers at the ready. Preparing for the Mind Meld, Spock placed his fingers on the Romulans temple, and (Y/N) and Kirk crouched beside him warily. Another Romulan snuck up while Spock closed his eyes, but Kirk shot him.

“Do you know where it is? The black hole device?” asked Kirk.

“And Captain Pike,” said Spock, opening his eyes.

(Y/N) let out a breath of relief that Pike was still alive. Spock led the way through the ship, and all three kept their phasers up, alert to any approaching enemy. (Y/N) in particular pushed away Kirk’s emotional aura to focus on any sign of Romulans.

Little did they know that far below them, the drill had begun to dig into Celia, and the Celians were running in fear to try to save their planet. The Enterprise needed to act soon.

Spock, Kirk, and (Y/N) came to a halt in front of the jellyfish-like ship that contained the black hole device.

“I thought the device was the Romulans’,” murmured (Y/N). “But this looks stolen.”

“Who knows,” said Kirk, a flash of nervousness going through his aura. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes but followed him onto the ship.

“I foresee a complication,” said Spock as they entered. “The design of this ship is far more advanced than I’ve anticipated.”

“Maybe it’ll have some sort of automation,” said (Y/N), frowning.

“Voice print and face recognition analysis enabled,” said the computer’s voice suddenly. “Welcome back, Ambassador Spock, Ambassador (Y/N).”

“Wow, that’s weird,” said Kirk evasively, moving onward.

Spock and (Y/N) exchanged a look. Something was going on right beneath their nose.

“Computer, what is your manufacturing origin?” said Spock.

“Stardate 2387. Commissioned by the Vulcan Science Academy,” said the computer.

(Y/N) crossed their arms. The future. And Kirk had kept the knowledge hidden.

The pair followed Kirk into the cockpit, and Spock attempted to confront him.

“It appears that you have been keeping important information from us,” said Spock.

“You’re going to be able to fly this thing, right?” said Kirk, ignoring the question. (Y/N), by this time, had realized he wasn’t going to answer anything.

“Something tells me I already have,” said Spock.

“Good luck, Spock,” said (Y/N), reaching out to touch his arm. “Live long and prosper.”

Spock gazed back at them fondly and nodded. He knew they needed to go with Kirk to find Pike and help with any psychological damage, but it still frustrated him to put them into harm’s way without him with them.

“Live long and prosper, (Y/N),” said Spock.

(Y/N) stepped out of the cockpit.

“Good luck,” said Kirk, turning to leave.

“Jim,” said Spock. “The statistical likelihood that our plan will succeed is less than 4.3%.”

“It will work,” said Kirk.

“In the event that I do not return…” said Spock. “Please tell Lieutenant (L/N)—”

“Spock.” Kirk gazed at Spock with firm intensity. “It’ll work.” He turned and left.

Spock sat down on the captain’s chair, and it spun and lifted into the air. “Fascinating.” He gripped the steering wheel. It was time to finish the plan and take down Nero before he could destroy Celia.

Spock took off.

(Y/N) and Kirk crept through the corridors of the Narada until they spotted Nero himself on a raised platform captaining the ship. Holding their phasers tightly, they walked forward. Nero turned and stared at them, eyes cold but aura full of scathing rage.

Kirk raised his phaser. “Nero, order your men to disable the drill, or I will—”

“Captain!” (Y/N) pushed him out of the way as another Romulan jumped out of the shadows, his emotions coming out from the cloud of Nero’s a moment before he attacked.

They tried to block it, but the Romulan swung hard with the butt of his gun, and (Y/N)’s phaser fell off the walkway, down hundreds of meters below. Kirk stumbled and raised his phaser, but the Romulan’s strength barreled into Kirk and sent him flying. Lacking phasers, (Y/N) and Kirk scrambled back. Already, though, the Romulan was raising the phaser. Nero let out a roar of anger and ran towards them. (Y/N) flinched at the burn of his fury against their skin.

Nero grabbed (Y/N) by the shirt and raised them up.

“(L/N)!” said Kirk, but the other Romulan hit him with the phaser again to keep him down.

“I know your face from Celian history,” sneered Nero.

He threw them back, and they hit the walkway hard. He dragged them up and punched them. (Y/N) grunted, but they grabbed his arm and let fear flash through him. Nero let out a cry and let go. The sudden emotion was overwhelming, and (Y/N) panted as they tried to pull themself away while he recovered.

Nero lunged towards them again, and (Y/N) rolled to the side. He reached out and dragged them back, careful to restrain their arms.

“(Y/N) (L/N) is considered quite the empath,” he sneered. “Went far in life. Got the Crown of Radiance.” One hand moved to (Y/N)’s throat. “But that was another life. A life I will deprive you with.”

“(L/N)!” shouted Kirk, trying to keep them focused as the edges of their vision blurred without air.

“Captain Nero,” alerted a lieutenant in Romulan. Nero’s head jerked up. “The Vulcan ship has been taken. The drill has been destroyed.”

“Spock,” spat Nero. His eyes went back to (Y/N). His grip tightened. “I’m going to kill you…I wanted to punish you, too, but at least this way I’ll really wrench his heart from his body. Your death with destroy him.”

The threat towards Spock refocused (Y/N), and in a surge of their own anger, they lifted a heavy leg and kicked Nero. Not expecting it, he jerked back from them, and (Y/N) coughed to regain their breath.

Getting to their feet, they stumbled away from him, and Nero narrowed his eyes, moving to take a step towards them.

“Captain, the Vulcan is escaping!” alerted his lieutenant.

Nero let out an angry growl, turning and jumping to the platform to direct guns and artillery instead of fighting against Kirk and (Y/N). In his mind, it wasn’t like they had a chance on his ship under his men’s surveillance.

“Spock! I should have killed you when I had the chance,” spat Nero after opening the channel to the Vulcan ship.

“I hereby confiscate this illegally obtained ship and order you to surrender your vessel,” said Spock, logical as ever.

It infuriated Nero, and (Y/N) let out a laugh, joyous that Spock had saved Celia and was still angering Nero. They loved a brilliant man.

“That ship, take it out!” shouted Nero.

“Sir, if you ignite the red matter, you will destroy—”

“I want Spock dead now!”

Missiles sped after Spock, but he moved into warp. (Y/N) smiled. He had gotten a hold on steering the futuristic ship.

“He went into warp, sir.”

“Go after him!” Nero was a flame of anger standing before his men.

“Yes, sir.”

(Y/N) and Kirk exchanged a glance. Nero was focused on Spock. That meant less trouble for them. They slowly stood, and the Romulan guard eyed them warily. He took a step towards them, but (Y/N) and Kirk launched themselves from the platform and landed on another walkway far below. Kirk nearly slid off the side, and (Y/N) grabbed him to haul him up. The guard landed behind them and scoffed at them.

“Your species are weaker than I expected,” he sneered.

(Y/N) spun from their crouching-position on the floor and swept his legs out from under him. He hit the ground, and Kirk grabbed his phaser.

“Sure, but we’ve survived this far,” said Kirk. He fired.

(Y/N) looked around. “We should find Pike before Nero looks for us again.”

“Right,” said Kirk.

As they ran according to Spock’s previous information, they heard firing and shots outside. Undoubtedly, the Enterprise had entered the fray, and Nero had caught up with Spock. They had precious few minutes left.

Kirk and (Y/N) came upon a platform with a row of dentist-like chairs. Laying in one, Pike looked worse for wear. Kirk shot the guard before he saw them, and he and (Y/N) quickly moved to Pike’s side.

“What are you doing here?” groaned Pike.

“Following orders,” said Kirk, unstrapping him.

“Here, Captain,” said (Y/N), reaching out and touching his arm.

Pike let out a sigh as (Y/N) focused intently on the sensation of his pain—harder to manipulate since much less of a feeling—to alleviate his agony.

“Thank you, (L/N). That’s enough,” said Pike, trying to push them away. “Don’t take so much onto your shoulders.”

“I’m fine, sir,” said (Y/N), but they obeyed and let go.

In an instant, Pike grabbed the phaser from Kirk and fired upon several Romulans approaching. Despite his exhaustion, he would fight to the end. That was the type of Captain he was.

Kirk blinked in surprise and quickly helped him down from the chair. (Y/N) took a phaser from the fallen Romulans and tossed another to Pike. They were ready in case anyone else approached.

Pulling out the communicator, Kirk said, “Enterprise, now.”

White light swirled around them, and they began to dematerialize. On the Vulcan ship, Spock followed suit due to the order to Scotty in the Transport Room. However, despite his disappearance, the ship—containing red matter—continued its course towards the Narada.

Nero watched as Spock’s ship slammed into his own as he lost. He let out a furious scream.

Spock, (Y/N), Kirk, and Pike rematerialized in the Enterprise together.

“Great timing, Scotty!” said Kirk, supporting Pike.

“I’ve never beamed four people from two targets onto one pad before!” said Scotty, exhilarated.

“Spock, you’re alright!” said (Y/N).

“(Y/N),” breathed Spock, nearly expressing his relief.

Unable to help themself, (Y/N) hugged Spock. Equally adrenaline-filled from nearly crashing into the Narada, Spock hugged them back. The two held each other tightly, relieved to be alive and together once more, victorious against Nero.

“Jim!” said Bones, running into the room to help.

“Bones!” said Kirk, glad to see his friend.

(Y/N) and Spock separated and looked at Pike as Bones helped support him. Two other medical officers began scanning Pike, and (Y/N) and Spock watched him be guided out.

“That was pretty good!” said Scotty, but everyone was already running out to either get to Medbay or the bridge. He pouted.

Grinning in relief, Chekov reported on the situation as Kirk, Spock, and (Y/N) entered the Bridge. “Captain, the enemy ship is losing power. Their shields are down, sir.”

“Hail them now,” said Kirk, focused.

“Yes, sir,” said Uhura, opening up communications to the breaking Narada.

As the channel was opened, the red matter began to explode into a singularity within the Narada. The danger for the Enterprise and its crew wasn’t over, either. But Kirk was doing the honorable thing and offering to save the Romulans’ lives. That was the type of captain he was.

Nero’s face appeared on the shaky communication channel. The exploding Narada and black hole made up a crisis of a background.

“This is Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise,” said Kirk with (Y/N) and Spock beside him. “Your ship is compromised—too close to the singularity to survive without assistance, which we are willing to provide.”

Spock turned around and whispered over his shoulder, “Captain, what are you doing?”

“Showing them compassion may be the only way to earn peace with Romulus,” murmured Kirk. “It’s logic, Spock. I thought you’d like that.”

“No, not really. Not this time,” said Spock. He was fine with letting Nero die.

“Well, at least (L/N) will think it’s diplomatic. That’s one of their specialties,” said Kirk.

“I don’t negotiate with terrorists,” said (Y/N).

Kirk winced. These two made quite the pair.

“I would rather suffer the end of Romulus a thousand times,” spat Nero in response to Kirk’s offer. “I would rather die in agony than accept assistance from you.

Kirk’s gaze was firm as it landed on Nero. He had made his offer; Nero had rejected. There was nothing more to do.

“You got it,” said Kirk. The viewscreen shut off. Kirk turned away, and (Y/N) and Spock took their stations. “Arm phasers,” he ordered. “Fire everything we have.”

“Yes, sir,” said Sulu.

The Enterprise fired all of its phasers as long as it cut, cutting the Narada to pieces as the two halves cleaved by the black hole were pulled within. As the Enterprise crew watched, the squid-shaped ship disappeared into the singularity. The Narada, Nero, and his crew were gone.

But there was no peace. The black hole was already pulling on the Enterprise, and a large red warning flashed on the viewscreen.

“Sulu, let’s go home,” commanded Kirk.

“Yes, sir,” said Sulu, punching into the computer.

The Enterprise turned and tried to fly away, even as the singularity’s gravitational field pulled at it.

“Why aren’t we at warp?” asked Kirk.

“We are, sir,” said Sulu.

“Kirk to Engineering, get us out of here, Scotty!” said Kirk.

“You bet your ass, Captain!” said Scotty over the comms. “Captain, we’re caught in the gravity well. It’s got us!”

“Go to maximum warp!” said Kirk.

“I’m giving her all she’s got, Captain!” said Scotty.

But the Enterprise was just falling closer to the black hole. Cracks from the pressure exploded up the sides of the Bridge, and the ship shook. Everyone tensed, and Spock and (Y/N)’s eyes went to one another to check on each other.

“All she’s got isn’t good enough!” said Kirk. “What else you got?”

“Okay, if we eject the core and detonate, the blast could be enough to push us away,” said Scotty, making a crazy suggestion. “I cannot promise anything, though.”

“Do it, do it, do it!” shouted Kirk as the cracks spread.

Scotty obeyed and ejected the core. The pieces of it fell into space towards the singularity. Scotty squeezed his eyes shut and detonated. A large explosion of silver light and energy went off behind them. A wave of pure power spread out from the center and surged over the Enterprise.

The ship shook, and everyone held on to their seats for dear life as they surfed the wave of explosive energy. Spock and (Y/N) instinctively reached out and steadied one another protectively.

The Enterprise was propelled out of the pull of the singularity, shaky but intact. Instantly, they were flying away as fast as they could go, and a sigh of relief went up in all quarters. Spock and (Y/N) let go of one another as Kirk turned and looked back at them. He smirked, and they avoided his gaze.

Kirk began to laugh as the adrenaline continued to course through him, and his grin refused to be wiped away. They were alive. At the console, Sulu began to smile, and Chekov let out a chuckle. Slowly, smiles and relieved joy at being alive spread through the bridge, and (Y/N) let out a laugh as the soft warmth of happiness washed over them. After so long without it, it was rejuvenating even to feel others’ joy.

“We’re alive,” said (Y/N), leaning back in their chair. “We’re alive, Spock.”

He smiled ever-so-slightly and gazed at them. “We are.”

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crowfootwrites · 1 year ago

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Letant, such a shameless flirt 😍

Chapter 2 is up! Check it out!

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unknownfacelessfanfictions · 1 year ago

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Romulan Summer

Pairing: Chairman Koval x fem! Reader Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Words: 1.7K Summary: Koval knew that Humans we're fragile, however he was not aware of the extent to it. A/N: I recently fell in love with Romulans. It is summer. Et voilà. I know he's not that known or liked, but I like him.

Koval looked at his wife with a raised eyebrow. She had her hands folded as if in prayer and looked at him from begging eyes.

"Please." Koval massaged the bridge of his nose. "E'lev. Do you think it's a good idea to do this? Can you even remotely imagine the risks involved?"

"It's a trip to the beach. Not to a war zone."

"And you're the wife of the chairman of the Tal Shiar. Even a walk in the park comes with risks."

Sighing, she looked to the side. "Of course. I forgot, forgive me. It's just-" Her gaze out the window seemed almost wistful. "It's summer, it's hot, and I used to just lie on the beach or swim or do something with my friends or family for weeks at a time sometimes. It's been years since I've been able to do it, which is why it sounds a bit ridiculous now, but it almost feels like... like homesickness. Which is silly because my home is here, right?"

She smiled at him, however Koval could see that her smile did not reach her eyes.

"You know what. Just forget I asked." She stepped towards him and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Excuse me, darling, please. Cetax let me know earlier that he wanted to try his hand at human cooking today. Again. I may not be a master chef, however, unlike him, I know you don't make spaghetti in the oven." She laughed lightly and then left the room with a light step and scurried down the corridor.

Koval gazed sadly after her and a heaviness spread in his chest that almost took his breath away. Guilt.

She had given up everything to be able to live a life by his side. She had left her home, was hardly able to see her family or friends, and with him as her husband she was exposed to constant danger, which often robbed her of even the last bit of freedom.

In all that time, she had never complained, had accepted every disappointment with a smile, and all that because she loved him.

Koval closed his eyes. What was a little trip to the beach? He was one of the most influential and important people in the Empire. Such a thing really shouldn't be a matter of concern to him.

He owed it to her.

Concerned, Koval paced up and down the corridor, a certain anger at Doctor Onduk.

This was ridiculous, absurd. He was the chairman of the Tal Shiar! He should not be ordered around in his own house!

Instantly, however, his anger fizzled into nothingness and he wiped his face. It had been his own fault that he had been thrown out. Koval should have done nothing but sit still instead of pacing like an animal in a zoo, but he had not been able to pull himself together.

After all, it was his wife who was lying there in their marriage bed, pale and weak, and who had fainted in his arms not even an hour ago.

It was his right to be nervous and upset.

Apparently, however, it had distracted or annoyed Doctor Oduk too much, because he had unceremoniously thrown the chairman out of his own bedroom.

Koval leaned back on the spread towel and watched with a gentle smile as his wife splashed in the waves, squealing with delight. It was an unusual sight, as she was usually quieter and more dignified, but he feasted on the view.

As expected, he had not found it particularly difficult to have a part of a beach near her house cleared for the afternoon. This order might have seemed strange to others, but he didn't care what others thought about him.

What he did care about was the enthusiastic expression on his wife's face as she dug her feet into the sand for the first time in a long time.

In the last four hours she had frolicked as much as Koval had ever seen her do. Although she had mostly been busy swimming in the sea, an activity he was not particularly fond of, she had also returned to him under the sunshade for a short time.

As a Romulan, which, as much as he would like to forget it, he was related to the Vulcans and accordingly highly resistant to the sun, however, he had learned a long time ago that most humans should not stay in the sun for too long, especially in summer, as this could lead to unpleasant consequences.

Cetax had given them drinks and food, Koval had made sure his wife had some regularly, and she had enjoyed aiming grapes at his mouth.

With her aim, she would not even be able to become a cleaner in the Romulan Senate, but Koval had simply let her do it and enjoyed the joyful glint in her eyes.

As Koval emerged from his reverie and looked over at her, a worry furrow began to form on his brow.

His wife came walking towards him, though her walk lacked the vigour of the previous hours and in general she looked more tired.

Koval brushed his worry aside and stood up.

She was probably just exhausted, nothing more. After all, she had hardly rested today.

"Tired out, e'lev?" His words were teasing, yet his tone was gentle as he placed his hands on her arms.

"I'm a little woozy," she mumbled and Koval's worry crease returned at the slurred tone.

"E'lev?" His voice sounded concerned, even to his own ears, yet he could say no more as in that moment her legs gave way beneath her and her eyes twisted before she fell, caught by his arms.

The door opened and instantly Koval's gaze shot up.

Doctor Onduk stepped out and towards him.

"Well?" Koval made an effort to remain calm, though he had to admit, ashamedly, that he did not manage to hide his emotions as well as a Tal Shiar member should.

"She is fine so far. She did suffer a heat stroke, though."

Koval frowned. "A heat stroke?"

" Heat stroke is an occurrence among humanoid species, humans most especially, in which the person is exposed to too much sun and heat, especially in humid environments. Normally, as the body temperature rises, the human body regulates the cooling of the body with sweat.

However, when the humidity is too high, the sweat does not evaporate and makes it much more difficult for the body to cool down.

The rising body temperature can damage the central nervous system in particular, which can then lead to fainting, as we have seen."

Koval swallowed. "Symptoms?"

"Mostly weakness, nausea, headache, thirst and coordination problems. Heatstroke can be quite dangerous once it is not treated immediately by a doctor."

He gave Koval a sharp look. "Your wife is still not perfectly adapted to the Romulan climate and is often unable to assess her abilities and resistance. Take better care of her next time."

Koval's jaw worked sullenly in the face of the Doctor's rebuke, however, he nodded.

"What can I do?"

"Fortunately, because of today's medicine, she doesn't need to go to hospital. However, I have left some medicines which she must take three times a day, morning, noon and evening, one hundred milligrams each. In addition, make sure she doesn't move around too much, it's best to keep her lying down, her legs raised and to drink plenty of fluids. I will check on her again the day after tomorrow."

Koval nodded stiffly. "Khnai'ru rhissiuy Ihhai."

Onduk bowed his head slightly. "Dhaemnasi."

As soon as the doctor had left the house, Koval quietly opened the door and entered their shared bedroom, where the lights had been dimmed. His heart grew a little heavier at the sight.

His wife lay in their bed, a little more central than usual, her feet propped up on pillows and still looking pale, though not as much as before.

For a moment he thought she was asleep, but he quickly noticed that her eyes were half open and looking at him sleepily.

With brisk strides he was at her side, kneeling beside their bed and gingerly taking her hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to its back.

"E'lev. How are you feeling?"

"Better." Her voice was still a little slurred, however he sensed that she was already feeling much better. She tugged lightly on his hand and after a moment's hesitation he complied with her request and settled down on the bed beside her, where she sleepily leaned her head against his shoulder.

"You scared me to death," he whispered in her ear and pressed another kiss to the back of her hand. "I knew humans were weaker than Romulans, however I was not aware of exactly how fragile you could be."

"Hey," she protested faintly and Koval thought he saw a smile on her lips. "We are not that weak. We can be very tough too."

Despite the circumstances, he chuckled slightly and kissed her forehead gently. "I know, e'lev. I know."

Gingerly, he took her hands in his and looked into her eyes, which made him twist his head a little. "Promise me you'll take better care of yourself next time. I'm an old man. I can only take so many heart attacks." His teasing brought the familiar sparkle he loved back into her eyes.

"Next time? We're going to go again?"

Koval frowned. "Don't you want to?"

"Yes, I do!" She tried to sit up, however Koval pushed her back into the pillow with low murmurs of reassurance. "However, I thought that after today-"

She didn't finish her sentence, but she didn't have to.

Gently, Koval put his hand under her chin and lifted it.

"E'lev. I admit that today did not go as I had hoped. However, I saw how much you enjoyed yourself." He stroked her cheek. "I have rarely seen you so happy. However, I certainly plan to do it more often." The smile on her face was all the reassurance he needed to know his decision had been the right one.

A yawn escaped his wife and gently he kissed her forehead one last time. "Sleep, e'lev. You need to rest."

She snuggled a little closer to him.

"Stay?"

"Of course."

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joycieillustrations · 11 months ago

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20 questions for fic writers

Thank you to @the-reading-lemon for tagging me over on my main blog and also for encouraging me to get back into fic writing in the first place ❤️

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

A humble five! Though I plan on writing many more.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

158,634, of which 112,023 belong to Ex libris

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I just write for House of the Dragon, though I do have a couple of unfinished Gallifrey fics (and a few more that are unpublished) that I really do want to continue some day.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I only have five, but in order they are: Ex libris, Salt and Smoke, Office Hours, Causal Sequence and Stress Fractures

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Generally speaking I do not, though not because I’m not grateful for them! I have checking OCD, which I’m still trying to understand and develop coping strategies for, and unfortunately one of the ways it manifests is repeatedly checking emails, messages, texts, etc. to make sure that I haven’t ‘done something wrong’. It might sound dramatic, but it usually takes me a day to recover from the anxiety spike of just posting a chapter and I don’t have the energy to also deal with the repeat compulsions I would have if I responded to comments too, especially as I feel that if I respond to one, I should respond to all! Instead, I like to leave a note at the beginning of each chapter to let everyone know how much their comments mean. I really wish I could engage more, but currently this is what I can cope with!

In the last year, I’ve only responded to one comment and that was because I found the tone of it rude and upsetting and I wanted to let the author of the comment know.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Bold of you to assume I’ve finished a fic. Currently the one with the angstiest content is probably Salt and Smoke, though I promise the ending will have a happy note!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, not finished, but I think Ex libris will have by far the happiest ending - after all, we all know Corlys and Rhaenys are married with two children at the start of House of the Dragon!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. I have the best readers ever and I get such joy from seeing both familiar names and new ones in my comments! I’ve only received one bit of hate thus far, which I think is pretty good innings.

9. Do you write smut?

I do indeed! My smuttiest one thus far is my modern AU for Corlys and Rhaenys, Office Hours, though there is a sex scene in Salt and Smoke and I have plenty of scenes up my sleeve for distant chapters of Ex libris and future fics too ;)

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not really, other than some oneshot AUs I have planned - Corlys and Rhaenys as Han and Leia, for example.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I’m aware! I only started writing fic again about a year ago, so maybe it’s a bit early for fic theft. I have had my art stolen though!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven’t, though I would consider it the absolute highest honour! I’m a translator myself (German to English) and I know how much love, time, and brain power translation takes, so if it ever were to happen, I would be the happiest fic author out there!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Other than plotting out an elaborate HP fic with my best friend when I was 11? Not really, though Office Hours came about after throwing some AU scenarios around with my friends, so they definitely helped inspire that one.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Currently it is obviously Corlys x Rhaenys, but I’ve adored Han x Leia for as long as I can remember. Twelve x Missy also dragged me back on to this website, so definitely have to give them kudos for that.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

About 10 years ago I made a very basic Romulan conlang for a school project and, while I was doing that, plotted out a fic focused on Sela, the half-Romulan daughter of Tasha Yar from TNG, so that I could see the language used in context. I think I only ever wrote a couple of thousand words, but it would be cool to take this relatively small Trek character and build up the world and culture of Romulus around them, especially since we now have a lot more material to work with since Star Trek: Picard aired.

16. What are your writing strengths?

My dialogue gets mentioned a lot in my reviews, which makes me really happy! I think it comes from doing a lot of theatre and listening to a lot of audio dramas! For me, there’s nothing more satisfying when you’re writing fic than when you read through what you’ve written and you can hear the rhythm and cadence of the actor.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Making my sentences overly wordy or overly complicated. It’s something my teachers pointed out to me at school, I have a tendency to meander before I get to the point!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I actually do this already for my House of the Dragon fics! I love, love, love High Valyrian and it’s so fun to sink my teeth into a new language (especially as, seeing as it’s a conlang, there’s way less pressure to be perfect all the time). I did a degree in linguistics, so it’s been a blast from the past dusting off these old skills and learning about grammatical concepts I haven’t used before (such as the vocative, locative and comitative cases). I’ve never been so thankful I suffered through three years of Russian because it’s given me such a head start when it comes to a highly inflectional language like HV!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Like most people my age, it was HP. I wrote mostly about Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa: what can I say, I love a messy, mildly incestuous family.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Probably Ex libris, though Salt and Smoke is very close to my heart. Ex libris has just grown into this absolute monster of a fic - I originally thought it would only be seven chapters! - and I’ve learnt so much in the process.

I am tagging @backjustforberena and @youleavethetardisbrakeson and you, the reader, if you’d like to have a go answering these too! 🥰

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crowfootwrites · 1 year ago

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Oh god, it's so sweet I feel like my chest is going to explode. I may or may not be sitting in bed crying after reading this. 😭😭😭

Misfit Toys - Part 2

I know it’s taken me a while to get part 2 out, but I haven’t forgotten this story, I promise! Have some more Tokath! 💖 There’s only one part left after this!

Part 1 here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Tokath (ST:TNG) x Reader

[A/N: Another chapter, now with more fluff! And angst! And emotions!]

Warnings: Discussions of previous injuries but nothing graphic, a dash of survivor’s guilt, mutual pining, angst, emotions, interspecies romance, Human/Romulan romance, they both think it’s unrequited love but it’s very requited.

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After three weeks of using the crutch that Tokath had made me, I’d almost completely healed. I’d relied on it heavily in the beginning, along with help from the man himself, but as time wore on, I regained most of my strength.

Keep reading

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tagthetrekkie · 2 years ago

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Ok, this is inspired by Falling Feels Like Flying by @penguinwithitsarseonfire

Again, I blame @deepspacedukat

Pairing: Letant x reader

Warning: none, just sadness

Synopsis: Chasing someone who is a flight risk can be dangerous. Like Icarus, Letant learned not to fly to high when his wings couldn’t keep up

The Fall

You were a lieutenant, a member of Deep Space Nine's crew. A flight risk, some of your colleagues would call you.

As soon as he saw you for the first time, his first instinct was to ask who she was. There was something about this lieutenant that drew him to you more than any other before you. The Ferengi bartender raised an eyebrow and cautioned him.

“You're going to need a lot of luck with that one. She’s a flight risk.” He warned.

A scowl escaped Letant's lips. He considered it impossible for a Starfleet Officer, particularly a human one, to be so irresponsible.

The Ferengi smirked as if challenging the Senator to see for himself. If he declined such a challenge, what kind of Romulan would he be?

He pursued you relentlessly since then, determined to make sure you understood the impact you had on his life. Letant hoped that his passionate words would enter her heart, each filled with metaphor and emotion.

Although their relationship blossomed into something stronger, there was no escaping the fact that you could just take flight any moment.

“She’ll never settle down, you know? This girl is a flight risk, after all” Odo grunt when he noticed the Senator staring at you

Letant just waved off his concern; he knew you too well.

In the meantime, he and those around him realized that you were ready to take flight alongside the Romulan. An indecent desire to flee shatters the hearts of a full-grown adult. There wasn't much surprise among the crew. Of course you’d like to take off, so you joined Starfleet.

Letant, of course, was on Cloud Nine. His Romulan pride reverberated wherever he went. Regardless of everything, you choose to be with him. In Romulus, you seemed closer and closer to making the planet your home, and Letant would look at you like no one could take this away from him. You just smiled at him.

—

You could feel Vreenak’s eyes on you. He and Letant were having a chat across the room, but it wasn't like you were paying attention to them.

“She is a flight risk’’ his friend’s voice was severe.

Letant paid no heed to his words. His friend should know that you wouldn’t fly away from him. Not when you two just started your lives.

Unwittingly, Letant spent every waking moment trying to keep his human close; ensuring you stayed deep-rooted by his side, no matter what occurred. However, as time went on, his attempts only served to increase your burgeoning wanderlust, pushing her farther away than ever before. Every attempt to control or tame this flight risk only strengthened your resolve to seek out more adventure.

The senator begged you not to leave until you'd at least given love a chance. Witnesses watched in awe as a proud Romulan thoroughly mixed intellectual tenderness with heartfelt passion. Despite his efforts, though, it seemed as if fate wanted them apart as every time you took flight again, chasing that pappy pipe dream of yours.

He would have resigned himself to merely being infatuated by this volatile woman if he hadn't encountered you yet again after months of searching. Overcome by joy, he rushed towards you like a hurricane and swept you off your feet. The euphoria Letant felt then was like nothing else he'd experienced before. You two spent what little time you had together dancing under the stars and talking late into the night. Somehow, even these brief moments managed to bring out the best in both of you, proving just how powerful your connection was. Inevitably, you left once again, but this time, you promised to come back for him when you were ready.

As the days went by without your return, his faith began to falter. However, despite all odds, you eventually came back. He realized why he couldn't write down his feelings for you - because this kind of love only existed at the moment, freed from language or rules. That spark between you burned brighter than any words ever could and it's still alive, long after you've said goodbye again.

Letant had never felt such intense emotions before in his life. It was a mixture of anxiety and bliss, with the certainty that it would soon be gone all too quickly. He couldn't explain why, but he was deeply in love with someone who could easily fly away from him at any moment; someone who felt like a bird in a cage whenever she stayed too long somewhere.

He kept insisting that if you just stopped long enough, you'd realize how much you shared and stay put for good. But even though there were moments when your connection seemed factual, something within you remained untouchable, enigmatic, and constantly tugging you away like an invisible force. Yet despite this looming inevitability, the Senator clung on desperately to whatever scraps of joy you could share. In those brief moments of clarity, he wished fervently that perhaps one day you might anchor yourself again without hesitation and choose to remain forever. Until there, there'll be the oath. To protect his heart, or what was left of it. To be a proper Romulan senator like he never was or could be. And he’ll do fine, he always does, before he finds you again. And there he’ll go again, breaking his oath. Whereas Letant is left wondering what could have been and dreaming of the day when you might come back into his life, the Romulan was curled up in a grip when he was you.

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