#ds9 fanfic

[walkingstackofbooks]

Collaborative Keiko fic? Join in!

Emboldened by ~the boopening~ to seek more collaboration, and inspired by youngpettyqueen's post to want to see more Keiko, I'm starting a fic in the style of that old car game, where we take it in turns to continue a story.

Some randomly generated prompts to start us off: 1. "ladder" 2. "eavesdropper" 3. "missed connection" 4. "knocking" 5. "under your nose"

The Rules: 1. You may write as much or as little as you would like. 2. Keiko must remain the main character throughout. 3. Don't try to retcon or backtrack what someone else has written. 4. The prompts are here for encouragement, not to be prescriptive :) 5. Have fun! :D

I've set this sometime in Season 5, after "Looking for Par'Mach...".

---

"I love that you think I'm a miracle worker, but this has been dead for weeks, Nerys. There's really nothing I can do."

Nerys sighed dejectedly, causing the mass of brown-grey leaves she was holding to shiver in sympathy.

"I know... I should have come to you for help when I came back from the Capital, but I thought I could do it on my own! Even Odo has managed to keep his plants alive. And Edon said this was an easy one to look after..."

Keiko squinted, taking the tree into her arms to examine it more closely. Finding what she was looking for, she shook her head, laughing gently.

"Your Edon doesn't know how easy it is to kill a plant on a space station," she explained. "Hadakya shrubs might be simple to care for on Bajor, but outside of the hydroponics bay, they don't stand a chance on DS9."

#Keiko O'Brien #Keiko O'Brien fanfic #Kira Nerys #DS9 fanfic #DS9 collaboration #I think I'm going to want a tag for if I start more Keiko stuff #I have /ideas/.... #Let's go with -- #The Keiko Collective #--for now #WSB

[elemental-queen-writes]

Attention DS9 fanfic writers! It has recently come to the attention of myself and Christine_Eponine_Watson that there are no Jadzia pegs Worf fics on ao3.

This is a gross oversight that must be rectified.

You know what to do.

#worf rozhenko #worf #jadzia dax #worfzia #ds9 fanfic #ds9 fic #star trek worf #worf son of mogh #DS9 #ds9 worf #ds9 jadzia #DS9 Jadzia Dax #come on DS9 fandom #the ball has been dropped here!

[bijoumikhawal]

Bite the Hand that Starves You: Chapter Seven

Fic as of this chapter contains: discussion of abortion, references to drug use, intersex and trans characters, torture/graphic violence, colonialism and its aftermath, implied sexual violence, disassociation, kidnapping

Kardasi: peikirvi- would translate to something like "concubine", specifically refers to an individual that socially presents as male, and was assigned such at birth, but can carry children (and often could impregnate someone else), who is legally bound to someone. Usually this is done with a pre-existing couple who has fertility issues.

---

At least this time, no one was possessed, and he wasn't trying to treat a dying crewmate with no supplies while being hunted. Or caught in the middle of eternal war on a planet where no one stayed dead.

It didn't make the situation any less frustrating. Really it was stupid, but- Julian was annoyed. He hoped this wouldn't be a pattern for him in the future- this loss of control.

He'd just wanted to go on leave to visit a cousin he hadn’t seen since he started Academy, got talked into seeing a young man back to his quarters on the transport, and then- nothing. Now was also nothing- the room was dark, and eerie quiet, save for the light hum of electricity- but it was a nothing he was awake for.

A tiny sliver of light began to stab through the door. Julian squirmed up out of sitting. There was just enough room to sit or stand, but switching was unpleasant. Joins in the metal weren't smooth, and left scratches on his arms. He could see the red lines of them where the light crossed them.

His internal clock said it'd been around 3 hours since he regained consciousness. It didn't feel right, but it was engineered to be accurate. He'd played tic-tac-toe against himself 47 times, solitaire 5 times, and () once, before getting annoyed. He'd also, of course, been considering who his captor could be- unfortunately there were many options. Barkan came to mind first, then the Order, then someone who'd found him out- then came more random, but still plausible options. A Bajoran extremist group; someone powerful in need of a doctor with him as the unlucky pick; someone from the Delta quadrant; an angry patient; a rival of the Federation- it went on. The man he'd been lured by couldn't give him a hint- he was probably a middleman.

He squinted at the crack the light sliced in through, trying to see beyond the door.

Abruptly, the door opened, and Julian almost fell on his face. He blinked spots away as the much brighter light enveloped him.

A Cardassian soldier with a rifle stood before him- first guess was likely it, then- with the unusual kit addition of a helmet. "Stand up straight." He barked.

Julian stretched out one leg, then the other. He watched the soldier's grip tighten on the gun.

"You've been caught trespassing in Union military facility space. It is in your best interest to do as you're told."

"Have I, now?" Julian stretched his arms. "Shouldn't I be awaiting trial, then?"

"You are under indefinite facility detention." The soldier's fingers tightened on the trigger. "Your death would be unfortunate, but you need not be alive for the investigation when it occurs."

Julian relaxed his posture.

"Place your hands in front."

Julian did as he was told, though not without spite. Absently, he ran his tongue over his teeth- he hadn’t thought to do so yet, as he hadn't felt pain there, but sure enough, there was ragged wetness where a molar should've been. Pure dread shot down his spine- they took it while he was unconscious.

Why did they numb it?

Julian knew it was possible to keep someone under without numbing the pain- especially without numbing it for hours after they woke. Why the effort? Just to keep him confused until they decided they wanted him?

While he thought, the guard led him through the facility, which was quiet. There were no clocks- Julian couldn't tell if it was night, or if this area was kept quiet. After a meander, the guard reached past him to trigger a door open. Sound rushed forth- there were noise dampeners. Odd, for a Cardassian facility.

Barkan Lokar looked up at him, smirk tugging on his lips. "So this is who was on that runabout. My, my, Lieutenant Bashir. Are you making a habit of intruding on Cardassian space?" The smirk was on his face before he looked up- it was all pure farce.

"I'd have to have been awake for it to be a habit."

Lokar laughed. "Oh, is that how it works for Federaji? I wasn’t trespassing, someone else planted a program setting a course for this facility?"

Julian's mouth shifted. Was he… admitting what he'd done while mocking him? The memory came, unbidden, of Garak saying with a smile, Perhaps I'm an outcast spy.

Julian could bear Garak’s superiority- even find it amusing. With him, the fact that they both knew he was full of it often made it fun. "What are you doing here, Lokar?"

"Is this usual as well?" Lokar drank from a cup on his desk. "I'll humor you for a moment, since we have a mutual acquaintance- I work here. Obviously."

"What should we do with him?" The guard spoke up.

Lokar made a dismissive gesture. "Keep him with the general population until the investigation is sorted out and we need him again. Give him a little extra attention, but I doubt he can do anything from there."

---

The only time he, Barkan, and Palandine slept in the same bed was that first week after the ceremony. Always laying in that order, Barkan turned towards one or the other. Always their eyes meeting over his shoulder.

Garak basted the lining in place for the tunic he was working on. He wished he had more intensive work- it kept his thoughts from wandering. But he didn't.

Barkan had left the station. He'd been gone for a bit, really- days.

After that week, Barkan returned to his duties. He often visited Bajor, and Terok Nor- he had personal and professional interests there, after all- but he had many assignments, including those that took him away from the planet. And where he went, Garak had to go.

The problem with the Lokar family's last scion wasn't a lack of activity.

Garak tried to separate emotion from the situation. Garak didn't know what or how he felt about the situation. He'd never figured out how to feel about Barkan.

He still wrote poetry. Sometimes, he even read it to Barkan. And the memory of that naive garden contentment echoed in him- in both of them. Barkan touched him gently, listening carefully while he read.

He never wrote for Barkan.

Garak was startled out of his thoughts by his door chiming.

He got up and pressed the entry button. "Commander. Are you taking me up on that recommendation of a proper suit?"

Sisko didn't have any humor to his face this time- Garak hadn't expected he would. To be sought out directly hinted at what he was needed for. "Something like that. May I come in?"

"Of course." Garak stepped aside.

---

Cardassians had a very particular philosophy regarding crime. Julian had picked up that much while reading. All crime was a matter of morality. Immorality was a disease, memetic in nature, which had to be quarantined. The closest translation of immorality itself was a word meaning “a soul in possession of bad knowledge”. To treat the disease, there were two methods: aforementioned quarantine, and the removal of bad knowledge.

The latter was expressed through confession (acknowledgment the action was wrong), re-education, and “learning through experience”- or, more simply, forced labor.

Thanks to the mirror universe, this was not the first time Julian got hands on experience with the concept. It was different, then- the Alliance had a synthesis of philosophies about crime and punishment, not just Cardassian. But really the philosophy didn't matter in the moment.

A list of what mattered: both were hot. The other Deep Space Nine was dark. The facility here- Jaiyic, he'd learned- had him outside, in bright sun. The crap on his exposed skin was red instead of black and dark gray. They gave him clothes to wear instead of allowing him what he had on. The work here was different and made some people's hands bleed. There were only a few humans here- the majority were Cardassians, with representatives from all groups within the Union. Vulcans. Klingons. Drinac. Sukdine. The last two still under Union occupation, but considered “civilized”.

The interesting thing about the heat here was after a few hours, you got used to it. Julian didn't feel the heat, or the sweat pouring off him- he only knew it was there when he touched his face and his hand came away wet.

The uniform made it worse. The shoes were gel slippers with no give or breathability, and when taken off, one found little pools of their sweat and dirt inside. The jumpsuit was pocketless, made of slippery material that refused to roll or be cuffed, worse than a novelty pair of “polyester” pants his mother had owned.

It had been a few days. Most of the other prisoners were avoiding him- nothing had been explicitly stated, but he was taken to a separate cell at night, alone. It stood to reason they'd figured out he was of special interest to someone running the place.

He looked over his shoulder again, the third time in ten minutes, his brain helpfully supplied. The guards had stayed in their places.

So far, “extra attention” had not meant guard harassment. There was a more varied group here, but it seemed this was also a similarity with the mirror universe: mostly, he was just apart of the crowd.

He wasn't even the only person who was being avoided. There were two others in his sector, and he could look over to them right now, who everyone gave a cold shoulder.

He hadn't had the nerve yet to try and talk to one of them and see if things would be different.

A few yards away from him, he heard a yelp.

Immediately, Julian looked over. It was a Cardassian prisoner, clutching his foot- the shovel he'd been using had sliced through the slipper.

Julian laid his own shovel down and darted over. “How bad is it?”

The man looked up at him, face contorted with pain and sheer confusion.

Julian repeated the question. “How bad is it?”

“Go away.” He hissed in response, then spat. “Madman.”

It was Julian's turn to be off balance. “I'm a doctor, I can help-”

“A doctor, huh? Well, doctor- get away from me unless you want us both to get a beating.” The Cardassian dragged himself upwards, balancing against the side of the hole he'd been digging to make unfortunately his injured foot.

---

Garak was breathing on the shuttle. He knew there was a point to their size, but-

Nothing made him feel more aware he'd spent years going from room to room to room without never not having a ceiling and walls around him for more than a few hours like a shuttle or runabout did.

He heard the footfalls of his copilot behind him and straightened. "Are you sure you wish to handle this so… personally, Captain?"

"I take the abduction of my senior staff very personally, Mr. Garak. Do you find that objectionable?"

"Not at all. I do, however, worry about what may happen if you get caught."

"This isn't my first time considering that, Mr. Garak, though I always hope it'll be the last." Sisko took his seat.

"Mm." Garak leaned forward, checking the console. He didn't quite have the stomach to make commentary off that- perhaps he'd find it later.

"One could almost get the impression you're waiting for something to go wrong."

"Something already has. It's reasonable to expect something else will." Garak leaned back. For his attempt to push Bashir at a slight distance, enough to make Barkan bored with any thoughts on him, but not explosive and out of character enough to be suspicious, it had been too little and too late. And of course, he hadn't known the doctor was taking leave.

"Hm." Sisko raised his eyebrows. "And by that, of course you mean the abduction, and not Dr. Bashir's report."

Garak smiled. "Of course."

They were both quiet for a moment.

"He did try to keep you anonymous."

Garak sighed. "I'm sure."

"And he was right to bring it to my attention. It saved us both time."

"You need to course correct by 5 clicks." It had its intended effect- Sisko had expected a different reply, and promptly had to refocus.

"Mr. Garak," Sisko said as he adjusted the course, "I do not appreciate that."

"And I don't find your way of trying to reason with me very effective." Garak replied curtly. "I prefer-" He stopped himself.

"By all means. Speak your mind." Sisko, perhaps wanting to avoid a repeat of earlier, didn't press further.

They both kept eyes on the console.

“Remind me why we have to pilot the shuttle manually, given we know where our destination is.”

“All Cardassian facilities have a program that automatically detects objects flying in a manner similar to a vessel with a course program running. They're flagged for investigation and many catch them in tractor beams. Piloting manually decreases our chances of getting caught.” And manual piloting made it easier to stay outside of, or on the edges of, detection systems. Garak could pretend to be an active Order agent, but he'd rather avoid the stress.

“I'd rather have taken the Defiant.”

“I don't feel especially secure in a small vessel either, but I don't know the systems on the detention center, or if something on it could gives us away. I'd rather not risk it.”

Sisko nodded, more to himself than anything else. There were a few quiet moments, then-

“Please.” Garak muttered as an alarm began blaring.

“If only it could hear you.” Sisko leaned forward, scanning the console. “It's not anything to do with the warp drive or engine, thankfully.”

Garak leaned over as well, eyes moving faster over the Cardassian controls. "Unfortunately, it looks like best Quark could procure was a runabout with a faulty environmental system. The oxygen level is depleting."

"Seal off the lab and storage bay."

Cardassian runabouts didn't have a designated lab, but Garak didn't mention it. He sealed off the rooms they didn't need to use.

Sisko kept looking at the console, brow furrowing. "There aren't any leaks."

Garak got up and went to the third chair in the cockpit, feeling for the detachment lever.

"Mr. Garak. Could you-" Sisko paused. "What are you doing?"

"The primary circuit for the environmental system is under the console over here." Garak pulled the lever and dropped the chair over to the side, getting on his knees to open the panel. "There are a few different problems that come to mind if it isn't a leak- it's best if we start here."

"Is there anything I need to be doing?"

"For now, keep an eye on the console and tell me if anything changes." Garak flipped the panel open. The circuits were old- not so old that he immediately saw damage, but old enough that his suspicions intensified. He slid a piece of wire out of a seam in his top.

"There's a change, but I don't know what it means."

Garak's jaw clenched a bit. "I'm going to test that a few more times, Commander." Better not to be over confident that he'd found the problem at once.

Once, nothing. A second time, nothing. A third time-

"Same change as the first."

Garak closed his eyes for a moment. "There's a handle above the co-pilot's chair, on the ceiling. Can you reach it?" He asked.

"I can."

"Pull it down. There should be another set of circuits, and a green wire that's thicker than the others. Disconnect it from the port closest to the window."

Another alarm started, letting Garak know the wire had been found and disconnected. He grabbed a blue wire in front of him and pulled it out as well, soeaking loudly over the alarms. "When I say so, you need to reconnect the wire at the same time as I do."

Garak breathed. "One, two- now!"

The alarm shut off with a silence more startling than when it began.

Sisko jumped to the floor and sat back in his chair with a breathless laugh. Garak gave himself a moment to appreciate how good he looked doing that. Then, he quieted.

Garak got up off the floor, dusting himself off.

Hopefully- no. It was best not to set himself up for disappointment.

"I don't need to tell you who Curzon was." Sisko said after a long moment.

The former Dax, his old mentor. "No."

"But I also never have. You don't know him from me."

Garak looked at him, inclining his head.

"If I were to describe him, among many things, I would say he was somewhat abusive, but charming enough that most let him get away with it."

Garak smiled, but he was sure it looked more like a grimace. No one, except for three others, none here, truly knew the phaser graze that statement left in him. "Interesting. Has Lieutenant Dax gotten in trouble for taking a joke too far?"

"Not recently." Sisko didn't bother with the deflection.

---

This morning was different from the others. A guard normally stood at the door, yes- one of the normal ones. Today the helmeted guard from when he first woke up was back.

Julian stood warily. Only a few guards wore helmets here, all speaking very little in comparison to the others. He had come to feel the uniform choice was more about secrecy than armor.

“Warden Lokar has requested your retrieval.”

“Well, isn't that nice. Unfortunately, I have a full day of wallowing in dirt ahead of me- could he reschedule, perhaps for next week?”

“Your usual activities are a lesser priority.” The security field deactivated, and the guard stepped forward to bind his hands. “Do behave.”

Nothing particular happened on the walk back to Lokar's office, though Julian was able to appreciate it more this time now that he was properly rested and hadn't been locked in a closet for hours. Left, left, right, left, right, with two access locked doors in-between. The helmeted guards hand was hidden, but Julian could tell the direction his hand jerked in as he pressed the keys.

“Wonderful prison you're running here. It reminds me of an abandoned construction site.”

Lokar lounged, smiling with a distinct cruelty. “You do realize, of course, that Elim was at my side while I did things you Federaji are far more horrified by than administrating a prison.”

Julian kept his face impassive. “I’ve been through this song and dance before. It’s pathetic, coming from you.”

“Is that what you talked about on your little excursion to Arawath?”

Julian rubbed his chin (it was stubbly, which he hated). “Why have you so graciously given me a reprieve from manual labor, Lokar?”

“I thought you were smarter than to antagonize someone with power over you.”

"Apologies. It's just… you're such a boring conversationalist. No wonder you think I'm antagonizing you."

Lokar's lips pressed into a thin line, still smiling. “Is that the sort of thing you two talk about? My- or perhaps others in general- conversational skills?”

“We talk about anything we please.” Julian got the sense he may have implied something beyond what he meant.

“And however, whenever you please, I expect.” Lokar muttered as though something had been confirmed that he was displeased to have suspected. "I wonder how he reacted when he realized you'd been caught." Lokar mused. "Elijje can be so prone to histrionics."

"Am I to be charged with conspiracy?"

“Oh, don't worry about that yet, Doctor. The future will come at its own pace. Worry about the present.” Lokar's lean in his chair deepened.

“Worry about you, you mean.”

That made Lokar brighten slightly.

Only to be immediately broken by his chair letting out a loud creak, a snap! and sending him sprawling to the floor.

Julian let out a loud, ugly laugh before clapping his hands over his mouth. He hasn't thought it would actually break.

The helmeted guard gripped Julian’s shoulders, pressing him down into his seat.

Lokar rose from the floor, hair in disarray. “Well. It seems you aren't very good at worrying, Lieutenant.” He smoothed a hand over his hair. His words sounded calm, but his voice shook, betraying his barely controlled rage. “A good worrier- a smart man- would know better than to laugh at another's misfortune. That's asking for some of your own.” As he spoke, he went around his desk.

At least Julian knew to brace himself.

The first hit wasn't too bad. Lokar was too angry to think about how form- it had the force of his anger, but it was sloppy.

That was less and less true as it went on.

#ds9 #Garashir fanfic #Ds9 fanfic #Garashir #Cipher talk #Fic: Bite the Hand that Starves You

[creature-of-the-stars]

Terrhaha: Romulan OC/Human OC

Read chapter 1 -> here

Chapter warnings: none (but watch for eventual rating changes in later chapters)

A Human zookeeper is sent to the Ki Baratan Zoo on Romulus as part of an exchange program. While there, she exposes the Romulan people to a handful of impressive and dangerous Terran animal species, illustrating just how audacious and fearless Humans can be. But working with dangerous animals isn't the only heart-racing activities she gets herself into.

Tag list (let me know if you want on or off this list): @deepspacedukat @indignantlemur @horta-in-charge @romulanhorsegirl @wafflingchemist @starrynightgardens @darkmattervibes @emilie786

#star trek #star trek ds9 #ao3 #fanfiction #romulan #romulans #romance #star trek fanfic #star trek deep space 9 #star trek deep space nine #ds9 #deep space nine #ds9 fanfic #writing #ff #writers of tumblr #alien/human #romulan/human #interspecies romance

[misty-feathers]

new fic! inspired by this post by @pacificsaury

featuring: the cardassian version of goodreads, a two-person love triangle, and garak and julian arguing over literature

thanks also to @ettaberrytea for a bunch of the cardassian usernames :)

#star trek #ds9 #julian bashir #elim garak #garashir #misty.txt #garashir fic #star trek ds9 #star trek fic #ds9 fic #deep space nine #ds9 fanfic #fanfic #my fic #my writing #writing #ao3

[ds9-polycule-tales]

“Aunt Nerys! Uncle Julian!”

They had been expecting Miles and Keiko, but the little brown-haired figure flying out from the shuttle door and flinging herself into Kira’s arms was a shock.

Kira hugged her close, sudden delight warring with her consternation.

“Molly! What are you doing here? I thought you were staying back in Deep Space Nine with Aunt Jadzia and Uncle Worf?”

“Yeah. So did we.”

Miles – looking rather more worn than the journey should have made him – leaned over Molly’s head to kiss Nerys.

“Let’s just say – she missed you both too much to stay behind, for now at least.”

Molly looked up, mouth set stubbornly in a way that transformed her elfin features into a tiny carbon copy of her father’s blunt ones.

“I’m not staying behind. It’s different with Yoshi. He’s just a baby. But I can help. I’m going to help.”

She jumped from Kira’s arms to Julian’s, and her father followed her, stroking Bashir’s thin face gently with his blunt, deft hand.

“You look done in, Julian. Let me guess – you’ve been running yourself ragged doing the work of three people?”

He leaned in to kiss Julian before he could reply. Behind them, Kira had relaxed into Keiko’s embrace, some of the lines of strain on her dusty porcelain face relaxing away as she leaned her chin on her wife’s silken black hair.

Elim was barely further away from Miles and Julian than they were from Kira and Keiko, but it all of a sudden felt like a vast gulf. As though the days of fragile, exhausted joy with Julian had been a dream and he had now awakened to lonely reality, looking in on the closeness of others.

Then he felt a tug on his jacket. He looked down, and Molly raised her arms to him, demanding with the perfect trust of a child who has always been loved and never been betrayed, to be picked up. As he lifted her – as gently as though she had been made of china – she threw her arms around his neck.

“I missed you too, Uncle Elim. You are my Uncle Elim now, aren’t you? Mommy said you were now, and Daddy said Uncle Julian finally got his arse in gear the way everyone had been waiting for him to forever.”

A lump filled Elim’s throat. Even after he swallowed, his voice came out weirdly husky.

“I…yes. Yes, Molly. I…believe he did.”

As he accepted her – slightly sticky – hug, he caught Keiko’s eye over Kira’s shoulder. She gave him a smile just as warm as her daughter’s arms, blossoming across her face.

“Welcome to the family, Elim.”

#ds9 au #ds9 fic #ds9 fanfic #ds9 garak #deep space 9 #deep space nine #post canon cardassia #cardassia #julian bashir #elim garak #miles o'brien #keiko x kira #kira nerys #keiko o'brien #molly o'brien #ds9 polycule tales #garashir

[thoughts-i-have-had-in-passing]

Sloan comes home to a home-cooked dinner.

This took me way to long to finish and was interrupted by a hospital trip. It's done now, I hope people like it.

#julian bashir #luther sloan #ds9 fanfic

[vermin-disciple]

Fic Feature Friday: Quark's Day

Thank you for suggesting this, @the-last-dillpickle!

Fic: Quark's Day by Selena

Summary: The second occupation is over, and everyone has issues.

Rating: T Archive Warning: None Category: Multi (I'd categorize it as Gen, personally) Relationships: Odo & Quark, Jadzia Dax/Quark, Jadzia Dax & Quark, Quark & Elim Garak, Quark & Nog, Quark & Rom, Quark & Ishka Characters: Quark, Jadzia Dax, Odo, Benjamin Sisko, Elim Garak, Julian Bashir, Miles O'Brien, Worf, Nog, Ishka, Kira Nerys Additional Tags: Angst, Humor, Character Study Word count: 9,910

In the spirit of highlighting older works, I decided to approach this by sorting my bookmarks by 'date updated' and going to the last page. This one is from 2004, which might make it older than a few of my followers.

This fic is set between Sacrifice of Angels and You Are Cordially Invited. The Quark POV is excellent throughout, and so is the characterization of all the other members of the ensemble cast that he intersects with, and their various (often fractured) relationships.

#fic recs #fic feature friday #star trek #ds9 #fanfic #ds9 fanfic #quark #gen fic #vermin rites

[polychromicron-persei-8]

First time seeing this primary pairing and it is fucking spot. on.

#star trek ds9 #ds9 #st ds9 #ds9 fanfic

[thatwholethingwiththeduck]

new chapter of my multi-chapter vignette-y character-y ds9 fic that i have carefully nurtured like a precious plant before getting distracted by the stupid hotness of the medical malpractice husbands

#star trek ds9 #star trek deep space nine #deep space nine #ds9 #ds9 fanfic #ds9 fanfiction #corat damar

[walkingstackofbooks]

The fifth and final chapter of Sleep Paralysis is up - in which we return to Julian's pov, as he processes what has just happened to him, and starts coming back to himself.

For the M-rated version, in which you don't have to read Julian being assaulted, you can skip chapters 1 and 3. It's still dark, of course, but on their own, chapters 2, 4 and 5 tell the story of Julian being helped through the aftermath by Keiko and Miles.

I am honestly incredibly pleased with the way this turned out, and really excited that it's come together so well and I can finally post it all! <3 <3

#Sloanshir #e-rated fic #keiko & miles & julian #keiko'brashir? #julian bashir fic #ds9 fanfic #Andi writes #wsb

[creature-of-the-stars]

Weeds Among Stones: Chapter 5

Oil & Water

Link is here

Vreenak/OC, Letant/OC

No warnings, but some angst. Lots and lots of world building.

Tag List: @deepspacedukat @darkmattervibes @emilie786 @wafflingchemist @indignantlemur @starrynightgardens @horta-in-charge @bigblissandlove1

As always, thanks to everyone who reads and reviews. You make tough times better 🖖🏼

#I’ll do an update post for random stuff that’s been going on #don’t want to booger this one up #Star Trek #star trek ds9 #ao3 #fanfiction #romulan #romulans #romance #letant #senator letant #senator vreenak #Vreenak #ds9 fanfic #ds9 #aliens #sci fi #ao3 writer #fanfic #DS9 FanFiction #enemies to lovers #found family

[thatfoxdog]

very very discreet self-promotion of a collab, ds9 fanfic with @brynthatalien

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54031597/chapters/136782559

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[sercezgazety]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Damar/Weyoun (Star Trek), Damar/Weyoun 7 (Star Trek), Female Founder & Weyoun (Star Trek) Characters: Weyoun (Star Trek), Weyoun 7 (Star Trek), Damar (Star Trek) Additional Tags: vague descriptions of sex, the aliens banging being a metaphor for something else, how novel! how original!, basically plot without porn, Politics Summary:

On behalf of the Dominion, he pulls the Cardassian closer and does his best not to make a face at the stench of kanar.

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14 - 2375

The wind had risen to a gritty, howling scream outside the family hut. Elim was sitting quietly in the main living room, working on another pair of the adjustable shoes that half the children in the camp were now wearing. He felt an obscure flash of pride at that. He had found capacity to replicate some screws and other components that were fiddly and difficult to make by hand, and between that and practice he was able to turn out two or three pairs in an evening now. They were rather smarter than his first, slightly clumsy pair now, though; he had even been able to add small decorative patterns burned into the material with a soldering iron.

The wind howled louder, rattling the windows, and he froze, suddenly, in the middle of his work, as a child’s cry rose above that of the wind. Molly. It was Molly, presumably woken by the noise of the storm.

The first time he ever recalled Tain locking him in a cupboard had been a night like this. He had still been rather small – no more than six or seven, probably – and Tain was newly returned to he and Mila’s lives. He had awakened in the dark of his bedroom in the storm, cried out for Mila as he had so many times. Instead of her, the huge shape of the unknown man appeared; yelled, voice booming out in the darkness. He still remembered the further fear when he had always had comfort; the unstoppable tears that had elicited further fury from the unknown man, the cycle of lost control until he was yanked from the bed by irresistibly giant, rough hands and shoved into the cupboard. The door slammed, the key turned, and he was alone in a darkness thick as velvet and a jumble of unknown objects made dangerous and terrifying by it. He had wanted to cry out for Mila again, but he was almost as afraid of the yelling giant by then; the screams died in his throat. Instead he sobbed near- silently until he retched and choked, spitting bile down his nightwear, and huddled into a corner, shuddering. He had half-slept for a bit, nightmare mixing with waking terror, until, finally, Mila released him in the grey dawn.

The adult Elim looked around as the cry came out again. But Julian and Miles were out in the District Hall teaching darts to some of Julian’s walking wounded; Keiko was away overnight on an expedition to test the soil in the next valley over, and Kira was on a long call to a Bajoran colony administrator in the Project office trying to access more aid. The only person was him.

He fought a sudden moment of panic. “I don’t know how to parent!”

But there was only him, or Molly crying out into the night alone.

He put down the little shoe and stood up. “She won’t want me,” he reassured himself silently. “She’ll want someone else, and I can call them, and then she’ll be safe and comforted and I can get on with my shoe.”

He knocked lightly on the door before going in.

“Molly, it’s E…it’s Uncle Elim. Are you all right?”

A burst of relieved-sounding weeping brought him cautiously in. There was a small, glowing nightlight shaped like a delicate winged little creature casting a soft warm light on the walls, and Molly’s little bed was piled so high with pink and purple patterned cushions and blankets that he had a moment of panic that she wasn’t even there. And then she sat up, clutching a stuffed animal, and when he sat down a little gingerly on a white cushioned chair next to the bed she crawled right into his arms and began to cry into his shoulder; more violently but with an unmistakable note of relief. He carefully put his arms around her and let her weep, gently shushing her.

After a bit, he could make out words in the sobs, and slowly pieced together a nightmare of huge faceless, brutal figures coming into the camp, killing everyone, pulling down the buildings as Molly hid in terror. Though her bedroom was so soft and safe, and Molly older than he had been, that her nightmare had so much to realistically fear in it unexpectedly wrung his heart. He couldn’t shush these terrors away. Dismissing realistic fears is not kind. It is cowardly.

Instead, he ended up sitting and telling her – in some detail – about the security plan he and Kira and Miles had worked out for the camp. How they met up every two weeks to discuss and update it. How there were weapons in safe places they could access around the camp if they were needed, but how they had never yet needed them. The groggy fear drained out of her expression as she listened, to be replaced by caution and interest.

He ended up going to the kitchen with her to make her the milky powdered root drink she had become fond of from her friends; she wanted it with a sprinkle of spice they kept mostly for him, the way Mila had made it for children.

She dragged a blanket out with her, wrapped over her shoulders and trailing behind her; took it to the couch, asking more questions; first about the plan, then about the little shoes. The storm was still loud; she talked a little louder, trying to drown it out. Eventually, she rested her head against his shoulder and dozed off.

He thought he would carry her back to her bed, but perhaps he would just finish the little shoe first. In just a moment…

Miles and Julian found them snoring gently together after the storm died down enough for them to get home.

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It was wrong. He knew it was wrong. Khan was one of the worst tyrants Earth had ever seen, but Julian was alone, scared, wracked with grief, and inexplicably horny for Khan’s touch specifically. He didn’t stand a chance.

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