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Oh No, There’s Two of Them: Julian Bashir x Reader

Summary: In which both you and Julian are on a long space trip with your fellow officers and annoy the shit out of them.

Words: 1.5k+

Author’s Notes: I deeply relate to Julian’s inability to shut up and stop making weird noises during long trips so I wrote this. I love being mutually annoying with someone <3

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Everybody on the station knows that no one can out-dork Julian. He’s quite the individual, and can be a bit of an acquired taste at times. He’s a genius in his field but hilariously dumb and oblivious in others. He’s friendly and kind to his own detriment, and his enthusiasm is often mistaken for obnoxiousness.

So Jadzia is absolutely flabbergasted when she meets you.

You’re one of her fellow science officers recently posted to the station, and she’s made quite a lot of conversation with you in a short time. She enjoys your excitement about your job and your ability to talk about anything with her, even things you don’t understand. You’re always down to discuss what interests you, and listen to and learn about what doesn’t. You’re quite awkward and quirky as well, and some people on the station find you a little strange for their taste, but your overall positivity and optimism makes you very likable among most of your fellow officers, and your company is one of the highlights of Jadzia’s days in particular.

She doesn’t always like to get involved in matchmaking, but this time she makes an exception. She knows for a fact you would get along so well with the station’s Chief Medical Officer, and she makes it her mission to make it happen.

“So Y/N,” she says one day while you’re off duty in Quark’s bar sipping some Raktajinos. “Have you met Doctor Bashir yet?”

“Oh yeah,” you nod. “I had to do a general checkup when I first got here a few weeks ago,”

“And what do you think of him?” she smirks.

Your cheek grow a bit warm, “Oh, I don’t know, I haven’t really talked to him since. But he’s nice, he’s cool. He’s um...cute,”

“Mhmm,” she takes another sip. “Well, I was asking because you might be able to spend some time with him. All the head officers are going on a trip next week and I’d like if you could come too. It’s a conference where people from all the Federation space stations across the galaxy meet together. I think it would be beneficial for them to hear thoughts and opinions about the station from a newer hire as well, and not just us,”

“Really?” you beam. “You’d want me to come to that?”

“Absolutely! It’ll be on a Starbase not super far away, about a 12 hour trip at maximum warp, so we won’t be gone incredibly long. Certainly not as long as last year’s conference, it took us 2 weeks just to arrive there,”

“Oh, wow, well, I’d love to go, as long as there’s nothing here that needs me more,”

“Great! I’ll send you the details to your PADD later. Now, what was that story you were telling me about?”

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It feels a bit weird leaving the station not too long after you were posted there, but you’re very excited about this opportunity. You pack the things you’ll need for the next few days and meet Jadzia on the ship.

You say hello to Commander Sisko and Major Kira, and greet the others as they come aboard. You take your seat and prepare for take-off as Doctor Bashir rushes in and takes the seat next to you.

“We almost left without you,” Kira jokes.

“My apologies,” he smiles, hurrying to settle in and then eventually turning to you. “You’re one of our new officers, right? Jadzia told me you might be coming,”

“Yes, that’s me. Nice to see you again, Doctor,”

“Oh, please, call me Julian. Do you enjoy long space trips?”

You shrug, “I don’t mind them. I just listen to music or talk to people to pass the time,”

“Ah, yes, music!” he exclaims. “Kira, can I pick the music for this trip?”

“No,” she rolls her eyes.

“Is your taste really that bad?” you chuckle.

“Not at all! She just hates fun,”

“I heard that, Julian,”

“It’s true!”

The ship takes off, and Sisko gives a quick briefing of what to expect at the conference. After that, Julian finally convinces Kira to let him play a few of his favorite songs for you. You already knew one of them, but you enjoy the others too.

An hour passes, and the ramblings about each other’s music tastes turns into ramblings about your lives. You find he’s very nice company and you’re having a lot of fun making conversation. He asks you lots of questions about you and you ask the same of him. He goes on lots of tangents and so do you; it’s non-stop, jumping from one topic to the next like warp speed:

“You see this one theory we learned about at Starfleet Medical I was thinking about the other day and-”

“So that’s where I grew up but-- oh you’ve never heard of it? Oh I have to tell you about this one thing I did there as a kid it was insane-”

“No yeah I definitely think there’s a philosophical angle to that issue-”

“Yes there’s actually many versions of Racquetball, which one do you want me to explain first?”

The conversation just keeps going and going, and you’d probably end up telling each other your whole life stories if you weren’t stopped. You knew you’d get along based on what Jadzia told you about Julian, but you didn’t think you’d get along this well. It’s as if you’ve finally met someone who speaks your language. Neither of you have shut up since you first started talking. Another hour passes, and the chatter among the other officers has fizzled out--but you’re still going.

Even when there’s a slight lull in the conversation, you both start humming or making some sort of noise to break the silence, and inevitably start a conversation again. You physically cannot stop chatting, and you don’t even notice the annoyed looks around you.

“Oh no, there’s two of them,” O’Brien mumbles.

“I know, isn’t it adorable?” Jadzia laughs.

“I’ve barely been able to tolerate just one,”

Sisko gives him a pat on the shoulder, “Oh come on now Miles, they’re harmless,”

“My headache isn’t very harmless,” he grunts. “Hey, guys, can we have some quiet for a little while? I’m going to close my eyes and rest for a bit,”

“Sure of course!” you nod immediately.

There’s quiet for all of 30 seconds, before Julian starts humming again.

“Oh my gosh I love that song too!” you gasp.

“Alright,” Kira turns around. “How about you two go hang out in the supply room at the back of the ship? Then we won’t hear you,”

Julian practically jumps out of his seat, “Wonderful idea, Major. I was actually just thinking about how I might’ve left some equipment back there from the last trip-”

“Out.”

You both shuffle out to the back of the ship, bursting out in laughter the whole time.

“Did you see her face? I haven’t seen her that angry in quite a while,” Julian says as the door closes.

“I feel a little bad,”

“Oh, they’ll be alright,” he looks around the room. “Look! There’s a replicator in here! Would you like a snack?”

“Sure!”

You both grab something to eat and sit against one of the walls.

“You know, I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to really get to know you,” he says. “I had no idea we had so much in common,”

“Me neither! I’m glad Jadzia invited me on this trip,” you smile.

“It’s funny, she’s been talking to me about you for weeks,”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really. She says she doesn’t have favorites, but you’re definitely her favorite. She says you’re a breath of fresh air to the station,”

“Aw, that’s sweet of her,” you chuckle.

“She also kept nagging me after a told her-” he stops himself.

You wait to see if he’ll finish, “...Told her what?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, I-” he stops again. “Well, you see, after you first checked in to the station and I did your checkup...I may have run into Jadzia right afterwards and told her I’d just met the loveliest person in the galaxy,”

“Is that so?” you giggle.

“Yes, and she’s been begging me to ask you out ever since,” he sighs, slumping against the wall.

“Well?” you smirk. “Are you going to?”

His eyes widen, realizing what he just said, “Oh, well, I suppose I could—I mean—this could be it couldn’t it? We could replicate some wine or coffee-”

“Sounds perfect,”

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Footsteps thump down the hallway and the door slides open, in coming the rest of the crew.

“We’ve been comming you guys five times, where the hell are you?” Kira shouts into the supply room, followed by everyone else.

Jadzia laughs, “This ship isn’t that big, they couldn’t have gone that far-”

They turn the corner, and see none other than you and Julian fast asleep, heads leaning against each other.

“Well, it has been awfully quiet the past few hours hasn’t it?” Odo observes.

“We should probably wake them,” Sisko says, bending down to the two of you.

He barely nudges you guys, when Julian flails awake and wacks you in the face in the process.

“Hey!”

“Shit—I’m so—Why are you all staring at us?”

“We’re docking now,” Sisko says. “We came to get you,”

“Ah, I see,” he runs a hand over his hair.

“Gather your things and meet us outside, alright?”

“Yes sir,”

They all leave, and you two burst into laughter once again.

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Requests Status: I am currently not taking requests right now because finals are coming up for me, I’m just writing a couple short fics when I can. Once my semester is done and I’m on winter break I’ll probably start taking Star Trek requests though! Stay tuned :)

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[all-for-the-simps]

Star Trek: DS9 characters x male reader

Scenarios based on oneliners, and quotes from my old, discarded fanfics… Part 2

{My original lines will be a different colour and no, I’m not giving you any of the original context–]

[All of these can be perceived as romantic, platonic, or familial etc, etc, everything is up to you.]

🚫female-aligned people DNI🚫

[If any of these are out of character, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing ;-;]

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1 -

*Y/N was hired as an expert for a mission on Bajor.*

Sisko: “So, how much do the Bajorans know about this place?”

Y/N: “What do you mean?”

Sisko: “Well, this. How much does the average Bajoran know about it?”

Y/N: “To the average Bajoran, this is just a unit in school. Maybe a big project at the end of the year.”

Sisko: “What about you? How much do you know about the origins and history of these caves?”

Y/N: “Sir… I’m an archeologist. It’s kinda my job to know my history.”

2 -

*Y/N is Bajoran and fought in the Resistance during the Cardassian occupation.*

Kira: “I didn’t know you fought back then.”

Y/N: “There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”

Dax: “So, about that one battle. How did you live?”

Kira: “Last I heard from that battle, no one survived.”

Y/N: “Well, I’m alive, aren’t I?”

Dax: “Then how did you do it?”

Y/N: “Well, a guy stole my gun and I spent half the battle killing Cardassians with a rock until I stole a sword.”

Kira: “You did what?--”

3 -

*Nog, Jake, and Y/N just hanging out like the bros they are, watching old movies.*

Jake: “These old movies have really bad character development.”

*Y/N and Nog groaning because Jake’s said this three separate times.*

Jake: “What?”

Y/N: “You’re a nerd, Jake.”

Nog: “We know you’re a writer, you don’t have to shove it in our faces.”

Jake: “Well, the writers should be better at their jobs!”

*At the same time.*

Nog: “Humans.” 

Y/N: “Men.”

Jake and Nog: “... Y/N, you’re a man–”

Y/N: “I said what I said.”

4 -

*Y/N and Bashir during a mission in space. Their shuttle had been attacked and Y/N is tending to Bashir’s wounds in the shuttle.*

Bashir: “You don’t have to do that, you know? I am a doctor.”

Y/N: “Shut up. People who take care of others still need help.”

Bashir: “Ow!”

Y/N: “I know, I know. Sheesh. This cut is really deep and the bloody thing that would fix it exploded with the replicator. Why did we put the medkit back there?”

Bashir: “It’s fine, Y/N. I can do it myself. Stop worrying about me.”

Y/N: “Well, I do worry so shut up.”

Bashir: “Your ankle is twisted and you won’t let me look at it. Why are you helping me when I should help you first?”

Y/N: “This wound will get infected if I don’t clean it. Which is what I’m doing, so suck it up.”

Bashir: “Ow! Leave it alone. I can deal with an infection.”

Y/N: “If you wanted to die, you could have just said.”

5 -

*Y/N (Bajoran officer) meeting Dukat and Damar for the first time.*

Dukat: “Ah, you must be the man that spoke to us over communications.”

Y/N: “I am.”

Damar: “Are you going to take us to our quarters?”

Y/N: “You once ran this station, I think you know where the quarters are.”

Dukat: “Now, now, Lieutenant–”

Y/N: “I’m sorry, I can’t chat much right now. I have to get back to work.”

*Y/N glares at each of them and walks away. Kira sees him in a hallway and walks with him.*

Kira: “What did you think of them? Every time I see either of them, especially on this station, I want to kick them.”

Y/N: “... I’ve got a hitlist now. They’re on it.”

Kira: “Y/N–”

6 -

*Y/N and Garak, high on sleep deprivation and lying on the floor.*

Garak: “What goes on in that head of yours?”

Y/N: “Like usually?”

Garak: “Yes. Sometimes you can be very silly and casual and other times, I wonder if you have as much of a dark past as I do.”

Y/N: “I wonder about that too.”

Garak: “About yourself?”

Y/N: “Yeah.”

Garak: “... Can you elaborate?”

Y/N: “No.”

Garak: “Fine, then.”

*Silence.*

Garak: “Y/N?”

Y/N: “Yeah?”

Garak: “You once said that you thought you could never achieve anything… Yet, you have achieved a higher understanding of how you live your life.”

Y/N: “And?”

Garak: “Surely that’s a significant achievement as of in itself.”

Y/N: “So?”

Garak: “Well… How did you do it? How do you live your life?”

Y/N: “What do you mean?”

Garak: “You always succeed and then deny yourself any rewards.”

Y/N: “The feeling of victory is more valuable to me than human rewards.”

Garak: “... No wonder you’re broke.”

7 -

*Kasidy takes Jake and Y/N on a freighter ride.*

Jake: “Kasdiy! Slow down!”

Kasidy: “Why don’t you have some fun? You’re kids, you need to let loose before it’s too late.”

Y/N: “I’d rather not risk my safety, thanks.”

Jake: “Don’t you think you’re going a little too fast?”

Kasidy: “No.”

Jake: “I feel sick.”

Kasidy: “You can’t be motion sick from this.”

Jake: “Oh, I can be.”

Y/N: “I agree. I’ve almost thrown up three times.”

Kasidy: “Tsk, really, you guys?”

8 -

*Dax and Y/N sneaking around the station late at night.*

Dax: “This is the best idea you’ve ever had.”

Y/N: “And I’ve had some really good ideas.”

*For further context: Thes two idiots decided it would be great if they broke into Quarks to steal a bottle of alcohol.*

Dax: “Sh!”

Y/N: “I know, I know… I got it!”

Dax: “Ok, let’s get out of here.”

Y/N: “Odo is going to kill me if he finds me here, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

Dax: “Didn’t you get caught for breaking into Garak’s to try on clothes last week?”

Y/N: “Yes. I was bored and it was 3 am.”

Dax: ��Wish I had been there.”

9 -

*Y/N’s first time on the station, specifically the Promenade. Y/N’s sitting with Quark, looking around.*

Quark: “How are you finding DS9 so far?”

Y/N: “Kinda grey. I think it needs something but I like the Promenade.”

Quark: “That’s why all the shops have bright signs. It’s good for attracting customers AND it brightens the place up a bit.”

*Insert a comfortable silence as Y/N marvels at the place.*

Y/N: “Wow, this place has a good fucking vibe--”

Odo, *appearing out of nowhere*: “No swearing on the Promenade.”

Quark and Y/N: “?????”

10 -

*Y/N has a thing for Bashir, but won’t admit it.*

O’Brien: “Come on, Y/N. It’s obvious.”

Y/N: “What is?”

O’Brien: “You are.”

Y/N: “No, I’m not. No one can read me.”

O’Brien: “Yeah, not in a million years, mate.”

Y/N: “Miles–”

O’Brien: “There he is. Now, go up to him and say something.”

Y/N: “... No.”

O’Brien: “Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

Y/N: “Wait–”

O’Brien: “HEY, JULIAN!”

Y/N: “Don’t!”

Bashir: “What’s up?”

O’Brien: “Y/N’s had something on his mind for a while and I think it’s time he tells you.”

Y/N, *through gritted teeth to O’Brien*: “You’re gonna find yourself crawling out of this with a beat-up ass if you don’t shut the hell up.”

Bashir: “??”

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Foolish: DS9 Captain Solok x GN! Reader (One Shot)

A/N: I love this blog @theshadowrealmitself and they kindly gave me permission to use this prompt. (Original Post Here)

Prompt: Solok finds you crying and decides to help you out. (Classic 90s RomCom)

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Solok let out a long painful sigh. He had just finished speaking with a long-winded human Admiral. The facade needed to maintain human social standards was impossible to maintain. He had always found Star Fleet parties to be a complete waste of time, resources, and energy. Nonetheless, he was still expected to attend with his bridge crew.

He mindlessly caressed the side of his glass with his thumb. Even though he was surrounded by people, he noticed how alone he really was. Not even the members of his bridge had bothered to come and speak with him. He shook the feeling from his mind, chalking it up to exhaustion. He decided to try and slip away to somewhere quieter on the station or possibly back to his ship. He set his glass down on a nearby table and slipped out of the ballroom.

He walked aimlessly through the corridors and halls, passers-by began to fade away the deeper in he went. As he turned the corner he heard a whimpering sound. He rolled his eyes slightly before turning a corner to see, a human, (gender), (short/tall), (skin tone), holding a handkerchief. Their face was damp from tears and they looked to be in emotional distress.

"Oh, oh I'm, I'm so sorry." They said straightening up patting their face dry and pulling their dress uniform back in place.

Solok noticed the single gold pin on their collar.

"Why are you here ensign?" He asked rather coldly

"I'm sorry, I was brought here as a plus one by one of my commanding officers. I overheard them, my commanding officer, saying that they only brought me as a joke. I let my emotions get the better of me." They said attempting to wipe away more tears.

This didn't sit well with Solok. He remembered his earlier years at the academy struggling to find his place among the other cadets until he learned to resent them. Then he gained superiority over them. But this was somehow worse.

He knew that humans were slower, weaker, and far more emotional. He never thought they would stoop this low. The idea of humiliating a younger officer through a social event was nothing short of poor leadership and cowardice.

"I guess I really don't belong here." They said

Solok looked into their red swollen eyes, his stomach flipped.

"You are correct you do not belong here, you belong inside, if you care to accompany me I shall assist you." He offered them his arm.

Anyone who knew Solok would have thought that he'd lost his mind. However, that didn't seem to matter as the human gave him a sweet smile. They pressed their hands to their face attempting to alleviate the swelling of their face with their cold hands. When they had thought they looked presentable enough they took his arm.

"What is your name, if I may ask?" They looked up at Solok with a look he had never seen before, admiration, kindness?

"I am Captain Solok of the T'Kumbra. Yours Ensign-" Solok tried to look ahead but he found himself gazing back down at the ensign.

"(Y/N) (L/N) of the Wicked." They beamed, their tears had long dried, their eyes were no longer as swollen, and he could see the beautiful (color) hues. "Thank you, Captain."

"Your thanks is acknowledged." He looked away, a little smile grazing his lips.

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The Onion articles as Star Trek Photos.

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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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@bigblissandlove1 @akamitrani

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[starfleetimagines]

Dating jadzia dax headcanons as a female ?

Being Jadzia's Girlfriend Would Include...

She isn't shy when it comes to dating. She won't hide her attraction to someone around her friends, nor make them sneak around with her around the station. She's comfortable and proud of her sexuality, and she doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks. So, the fact that you're a woman wouldn't stop her from showing you off and having PDA and raving about you to anyone in earshot.

She's a very loving girlfriend, in all sense of the word. She's all for big fancy dates in a holosuite, or cute double dates with Miles and Keiko or Ben and Kassidy. She'll kiss you softly and sweetly after a long, hard day, and kiss you until you're gasping for breath in the privacy of your quarters. She'll talk to you about everything and anything, and always make sure you know she's there to listen to you at all times.

She’s very good at relationships, if she does say so herself. She’s has so many lifetimes’ worth of experience to apply to yours. She knows how and when to communicate, she has all kinds of ideas for dates and special presents, and she isn’t afraid to stick up for you if someone badmouths your relationship.

She also isn’t afraid to stick up for you in away missions if the need arises.

You may get jealous at times because of how many people she knows and how easy it is for her to make friends (and keep friends). She knows so many cultural practices, too, and always just seems to adapt to any situation. This is, of course, because she’s had so many lives but it might still feel weird or discouraging seeing her thrive like that so effortlessly.

She’d always compliment you on your own skills, though. Whether it be work related, social, or personal, she’d love to give you compliments. And she’d rave about you to others, always bragging about how talented her girlfriend is.

#this has been half written in my drafts for… too long. I’m sorry. I hope you enjoy it!! #jadzia dax x reader #jadzia dax imagine #Star Trek x reader #star trek reader insert #star trek fanfictions #star trek imagine #star trek ds9 imagines #Star Trek ds9 fanfiction

[crowfootwrites]

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. 

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[neuroprincess]

Star Trek - How you met each other

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: B'Elanna Torres, Christine Chapel, Deanna Troi, Kathryn Janeway, Kira Nerys and Number One

Warnings: None

Word count: +900

B'Elanna Torres

You're an ensign assigned to the engineering division, just one of a dozen young recruits who have just left Starfleet Academy and couldn't have imagined finding yourselves in such a situation on the very first mission. Having B'Elanna as chief engineer is an almost amusing challenge, her geniality is accompanied by a strong personality, necessary to deal with all those who doubt her capabilities or resent her position. However, you're almost invisible in the eyes of the half-Klingon, probably because you don't give her any headaches or are usually on counter shift, at least until a big technical problem leaves her dumbfounded and you come to the rescue, solving something that even she couldn't, using only an old two-strike trick and a bit of luck. She genuinely laughs and tries to guess your name, a little embarrassed that she can't remember it, to thank you for the great help. 

Christine Chapel

It's almost a funny situation if it weren't tragic. After another unfortunate transporter accident and a fall that would make anyone feel the soul leave and return to the body, you find yourself in the sickbay having a general check-up, not to mention the fact that you've hit the head. Dr. McCoy, with a scowl, gives you an extensive list of recommendations and bonus scoldings, for a difference of a few adjustments he almost lost one of his best medical officers, who he considers his new pupil. "You'd better lie down, darling." a melodic voice comes from at your side and soft hands push against the stretcher, your eyes are closed in delight, when opened they reveal an angelic figure staring at you with concern, bright blue irises filled with compassion and curiosity. You smile and are relieved at how her presence brings immediate calm, before everything fades into darkness. 

Deanna Troi

When the USS Enterprise finally responds to the rescue signal, you've already given up all hope and started waiting for a quick death. A promising exploration mission turned into a nightmare when the ship was destroyed on landing and the locals are more like big feet, physically and mentally. With no outside contact, no food, limited energy, extreme temperature changes, several losses due to murder or consequences of the precarious conditions, in the fourth week, probably given up for dead by the Starfleet, you are the only survivor, a junior lieutenant grade with a diplomatic specialization, how ironic. It's all very fast, you don't remember much because you're almost unconscious, just a couple of faces, the feeling of being held by a warm body that whispered words of comfort, stroking your hair, telling that everything was going to be all right. Exactly what you needed at that moment. 

Kathryn Janeway

Being part of the Maquis wasn't even close to your childhood dream, having Starfleet Officer parents loyal to the Federation, a destiny was already set for you to follow in their footsteps, before everything changed drastically. The colony was attacked by Cardassians, many families were decimated and you were just another one left among the wreckage, orphaned, wounded, traumatized and with nothing but your own luck, which forced the development of survival skills and knowing nature like the back of a hand. This made a difference when it was time to enlist and ally yourself with them, driven by a blind sense of justice and pain that fueled resentment. Within a few months you find yourself fearing death and then wishing for it when rescued by Voyager, past experiences have created an aversion to anything related to it, but watching the captain run and fight to ensure that everyone, including the rebels, is safe, made you feel something unusual, a strange feeling in stomach, especially when she realizes your presence on the ship and smiles. 

Kira Nerys

The engineering area is fascinating and challenging at the same time, especially on an old Cardassian station, full of catches and new things to discover. You're curious by nature and this has paid off handsomely, such as an opportunity to serve as an ensign on Deep Space Nine shortly after graduating from Starfleet Academy, which you enthusiastically accepted. So much enthusiasm, mixed with anxiety and a hint of desire to make a good impression, that you threw yourself into the duties almost immediately, with diligence navigating and exploring around the machinery's complexities. One day, overwhelmed by new responsibilities, you made a small unintentional mistake that caused a huge commotion on the Promenade and a headache for security. It's no surprise when someone comes to complain, what is unexpected is that it's an energetic Bajoran who makes you lose words and feel an inexplicable urge to cry, the weight of the last few days falling on shoulders. She stops scolding you, terrified of the reaction, and starts finding ways to make you stop crying. 

Number One | Una Chin-Riley

Some would say you're a loner, others would say you're crazy. It's not just anyone who decides to leave the academy and a xenoanthropology specialization in the middle of the road, even less to venture out alone into the quadrants, that's what you've done. Years of independent exploration have yielded hundreds of files about culture, language, beliefs, structure and other aspects resulting from a lot of research and observation. When the Enterprise crew arrives on an M-class planet without any official first contact, they are surprised by the immediate warm welcome from the humanoid species, as if they were already familiar with earthlings. Later they understand the reason. You, the only other human there, and your skills of adaptability, linguistics and consequently diplomacy. Which impress them, especially First Officer Una. She is attracted by your vibrant personality and free spirit, the way you mediate all contact, your passion for cultural understanding and thirst for knowledge, this led her to convince Pike to make you an offer, to join Starfleet in continuing your explorations and sharing discoveries, seeing you as a promising addition. 

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[meya-lily]

I kinda want to write Garak x reader content but I have no clue what I'm doing.

#itd only be fem!reader probably because thats all i know #but like id want people to send me asks about it #id need a prompt #which #does anyone even want this type of stuff #i dont have a lot of followers so this would probably go nowhere #kaelyx shouts into the void #elim garak #garak #ds9 #cardassians #cardassia #garak x reader

[fun-k-boards]

So.

I'm writing for Star Trek now.

*cough* hint hint *cough*

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[galactic-magick]

Mental Health Needs: Julian Bashir x Reader

Summary: Julian gives you assurance as you adjust to anxiety and depression medication.

Words: 600+

Author’s Notes: This is a very self indulgent fic haha. I recently started meds irl and the first week I felt like absolute shit so this is based on that. Thankfully I’m feeling much better now though and my panic attacks have almost completely stopped :)

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There’s certainly benefits to the chief medical officer being your boyfriend.

You can ask him any question, and he’s always happy to answer. You’ve asked him many times if he finds the questions annoying, but he always assures you he enjoys explaining biological processes to you, and helping you in any way he can. He loves his work, and he loves you, so the two pair quite nicely.

But for some reason, you’re still hesitant to ask him about your latest problem.

The trouble is, you’ve been struggling with anxiety and depression your entire life, and you finally agreed to try medication for it. You’ve resisted it for years, telling yourself “you don’t need it” and trying to cope with the symptoms on your own. But Julian finally convinced you to give it a try, after witnessing multiple of your panic attacks and depressive episodes. He couldn’t bear to see you suffer so badly anymore, and honestly you didn’t want to feel like that anymore either.

Yet the problem is far from solved. The side effects of the medication have been making you feel terrible. You feel super sick all the time, and all you want to do is sleep. You don’t want to hurt his feelings by telling him it’s not working, but you can’t keep going like this.

You enter the Infirmary, relieved to see that no one else besides Julian is in there currently. He’s logging some things into the computer when he sees you.

“Oh hello darling, come to visit me at work?” he grins at you.

“Actually I’m here for medical reasons,”

His smile fades and his eyes widen, rushing over to you with a tricorder, “What’s wrong?”

You sigh, “I’ve just been feeling so awful since I’ve been on these meds. I’m tired all the time no matter how much I sleep and take naps and I just feel like a zombie. I’m also nauseous and have no appetite at all, literally nothing the replicator can make appeals to me-”

He pulls you into a tight hug, cutting you off as your face squishes into him, “Oh, honey,”

“Well what do I do?” you mumble.

He brings you over to one of the beds and sits down on the edge with you. “Well first of all, unfortunately, those side effects are very normal. It takes at least a week or two for your body to adjust to the drug and take full therapeutic effect,”

“I guess so, but are the positives in the long run really going to outweigh how I feel right now?”

“For many people yes, they usually do. But if for whatever reason these side effects are still not going away after a while, I can prescribe you a different medication and we can keep trying different ones until we find one that works for you. A lot of people need to go through trial and error to find the right one,”

“Really?”

“Yes, darling. It’s really no trouble. Mental health is just as important as physical health, we’ve known that for centuries now. We’ll do everything we can until you feel better,”

You smile, “Thank you, Julian. But what about all my duties to next couple weeks? I’ve felt so sick I’ve barely gotten my job done-”

“I’ve already told Commander Sisko that you should be relieved from duty if you feel it necessary,”

“But-”

“No buts. Doctor’s orders,” he kisses your forehead. “Now, how about you go back to your quarters and rest. I have a couple more appointments today but after that I’ll come join you,”

“Okay,” you nod, wrapping your arms around him one more time.

“One benefit to you being more sleepy is you’ll be more cuddly,” he smirks.

“Julian!” you nudge him teasingly. “If you wanted more cuddles you didn’t have to give me drugs that are basically sedating me, you could’ve just asked,”

“You’re hilarious,” he laughs. “Now shoo, I’ll see you soon.”

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Requests Status: I am currently not taking requests right now because finals are coming up for me, I’m just writing a couple short fics while I’m on Thanksgiving break. Once my semester is done and I’m on winter break I’ll probably start taking Star Trek requests though! Stay tuned :)

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[unknownfaceless-ds9]

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

[ensignsimp]

Kink hc for Solok?

Kinky DS9 Solok HCs

A/N: Thank you requester for sending me that DM. Remember if you have a +18 request please DM me so I can verify your age. Also I think I had a little too much fun with this one

Prompt: Kinky Solok (like we are surprised he is).

Top, Bottom, or Switch

Solok is most definitively a power switch.

While he may indulge you from time to time, he prefers to have complete control.

When he does bottom he is a power bottom.

Basic Kinks

Strip Tease: He enjoys watching you strip out of your uniform at the end of the day.

He can't help but undress you with his eyes during your shift when he sees you.

When in Pon Farr he doesn't even wait for you to take it off, he just rips it to shreds.

Lingerie: He did not understand why humans found such undergarments appealing until he saw you in them.

You would have nothing but skimpy green lingerie on all the time if he had it his way.

If he sees you with it on under your uniform he will take great satisfaction in your reprimand.

Oral: The first time you preformed it on him he almost burst in your mouth.

He had never felt such a sensation before and he is always willing to try again.

He did try it on you once and seemed to enjoy that more, finding your taste alien and erotic.

Medium Kinks

Worship: His ego knows no bounds and it reflects in the bedroom.

He's practically euphoric when you (his human mate) worship and praise him.

He'll be irritably smug the whole week after.

Impact: Spanking and Scratching and Biting (OH MY!).

He enjoys leaving a visible mark on you skin. (Declaring you as his mate.)

To watch you squirm under him while he reprimands you drives him crazy.

Brat Taming: He enjoys it when you (argue) "debate" with him. It gives him a challenge.

He especially likes it when you are stubborn or push back against him.

This gives him an opportunity to discipline you later.

Hard Kinks

Bondage: He found the practice to be a rather interesting discipline.

He uses it as a way to restrict your movements so that he can control you better.

He feels such a rush when you glare or scowl at him trying to muffle your moans.

Power: He will use his rank and enjoys every second of it.

He will have you refer to him as "Captain or Sir".

It is always more interesting taking you in his ready room. He even had it specially fitted with soundproofing for "security reasons".

Exhibition: During his Pon Farr the idea of taking you out somewhere in the wilds and hunting you down thrills him.

He would never ask such a thing of you (except for in a holodeck).

However if the two of you just so happen to be stranded on a deserted planet for a few days...

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[tarkalean-trekkie]

I want to take a moment to apologize for not posting any stories lately. Life has been incredibly busy. I’m currently pregnant with my miracle baby girl, and am due in September. Pregnancy is very exciting but also terrifying but also exhausting so please bear with me. Thanks for your understanding!

#star trek #mr spock #spock #spock tos #spock x reader #diamond painting #star trek ds9 odo #odo ital #star trek odo #constable odo #odo x reader

[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

Decorations

Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Pairing: Senator Vreenak x fem!Reader Words: 1.2K Summary: Vreenak knows a lot about humanity and their sentiment towards certain traditions. That didn't prevent him from being surprised when comming home to a newly styled house A/N: Not completely satisfied with this one, but it won't get better

Not my gif!!!

WINTER WRITING PLAN

Vreenak was not sure whether to feel amused or sceptical.

Of course he knew why she did what she did, after all he was not stupid or simple-minded. Vreenak was aware of the human tradition, which to his knowledge was celebrated in many, although not all, cultures on Earth at this time of year.

He was also quite aware that people who celebrated this festival tended to become incredibly joyful and emotional. They started seeing friends and family, even if they hadn't seen them since the last festival, and bought loads of unnecessary things that they would pack away after a month anyway.

And in addition, he was quite aware of people's tendency to decorate their dwellings unnecessarily and load them with rubbish.

He was aware of all this, but nevertheless he had not been prepared to come home that evening and find the house in such a state.

As soon as he opened the door, his entrance hall greeted him, dressed in dozens of twinkling fairy lights. After setting down his bag and taking off his coat, he let his gaze slide with scepticism over his wife's handiwork.

The aforementioned fairy lights stretched throughout the entrance hall, over railings and door frames, up to the ceiling, which was several metres above Vreenak's head. Also on the ceiling were colourful spheres and greenery, the branches of which were tied together with careful red bows.

Whether he liked it or not, Vreenak had to admire his wife's willpower and stubbornness in putting the decorations up there on the ceiling. He knew from his own experience how difficult it was to get to the ceiling.

Nevertheless, he still wasn't quite sure what to make of the display.

Sounds from the lounge caught his attention and on silent soles he slipped through the corridors of her dwelling until he arrived at the doorway to their lounge.

A slight smile crept onto his face at the sight.

On the floor, surrounded by boxes of various sizes, squatted his wife, her brow furrowed as she concentrated on untangling the string of fairy lights in her hands. Scattered on the floor around her were baubles of various colours, more fairy lights, the green branches he had already noticed in the entrance hall, and various wooden figures, which seemed bizarre to him.

Some of them he could still understand, for example the one that was probably supposed to represent a snowflake.

However, Vreenak was not sure who the blond wooden figure in the white dress and with wings was supposed to represent.

He had seen this representation several times before, but had never shown enough interest in it, to search for the answer.

The most striking thing, however, was the huge wreath of branches that stood on the table. There were four red candles on it, and here too he could make out the already familiar balls and cones. Even if he couldn't quite make sense of it.

"Damn thing," she growled, tugging briefly at the string of lights. "You'd think in the 24th century we'd have strings of lights that would be easier to untangle, but no-" A curse escaped her, causing Vreenak's eyebrows to shoot up. "Half an hour I've been fighting you you bastard and it's no use."

Quietly, Vreenak approached her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Well, well, I haven't seen you so dedicated in a long time, e'lev." As soon as his hands came into contact with her shoulder and his voice reached her ear, she flinched and wheeled around to face him, her eyes wide with shock.

"Oh heavens, Vreenak! Don't scare me like that!" He chuckled in amusement and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck just below her ear and could feel a shudder rush through her.

"You're getting inattentive, wife." He ran a hand through her hair. "You must be careful. Otherwise someone might hurt you." She leaned back and he could feel the smile on her face.

"That's what I married you for, isn't it?"

"And I thought it was because of my irresistible charm and good looks."

"If anything, it's for your power and money," she returned with a laugh before turning slightly sideways and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I didn't expect you to be home so early. I had hopes that maybe I'd be done decorating by the time you arrived. "A sigh. "Well, most of it down here is done."

Vreenak settled on the floor and pulled her into his arms so that his chest was pressed against her back and buried his nose in her neck. "And may I know the reason for which you so adorn our home, e'lev?" Her hands wandered back to the string of lights.

"I don't think I need to explain to you what Christmas is."

"No, but it doesn't explain the state of our home."

Playfully, she slapped his arm. "Oh please, don't act dumber than you are. I was trying to get into the Christmas spirit. On Romulus, Christmas just isn't that sought after due to the absence of other humans. I was just craving something typically Christmassy." She sighed and traced the lines on his palm with her fingertips, causing a shiver to run through him.

"But perhaps I should have asked you first, e'lev. Forgive me."

Vreenak clicked his tongue. "Nonsense. You are my wife and as much lady of the house as I am lord of this house. To be more accurate, the house is probably even more yours than mine, considering how much time you spend here." He pressed a kiss to her neck and she chuckled softly, bringing a smile to Vreenak's lips. He couldn't stand it when she was sad.

"If it makes my wife happy, she may put up as many decorations in this house as she likes." A glow spread across her face and she turned, but Vreenak raised an admonishing finger.

"However, I have one condition. We will not put a tree in our house." A sigh escaped her, however, she nodded in agreement. "Very well. We will just have to settle for these." She took one of the small twigs in her hand and waved it in the air.

"Tell me, my dear husband, are you aware of the tradition of these twigs? What happens if you stand among them with a person?"

He shook his head silently and leaned back a little when he saw the mischievous smile on her lips. "Well then, allow me a demonstration."

Silently, Vreenak smiled to himself as his hand moved to her neck while her lips caressed his. Of course he was aware of this tradition.

"I would like to call it a day," she murmured, "however, I still have to finish my fight with this string of lights." He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Then I wish you good luck, my wife. I am aware that you can fight your battles alone, allow me to get you some refreshment. Kali-fal, perhaps?"

Agreeing, she nodded and Vreenak rose before bowing playfully. "I will return shortly, Ihhei." Her laughter followed him into the kitchen and he could not hide his own smile.

Truly, he would be able to tollerate this bit of decoration if it put his wife in such high spirits.

And perhaps, he thought, as his thoughts returned to the green branches, not all decorations were so awful.

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DS9 Dukat NSFW Headcanons

Time for everyone's horrible lizard military man/cult leader.

Is more than willing to fuck you wherever he pleases whether it’s on the station, his ship or someone else’s

Adores seeing his s/o in various outfits, specifically a Starfleet uniform (he has to feed his ego somehow)

Absolutely makes his s/o wear a necklace that might as well be a collar to show everyone that they’re his

Loves to leave marks where no uniform would be able to cover

Does not mind an audience when fucking you

If he's topping, be prepared for him to put you into all sorts of positions to show you off

If he's bottoming, he'll be continuously asking for you to go harder or to bite at his neck ridges

He shows off whatever marks that are visibly left around his armor like their something he gained from a battle

Will tear your clothes off if he finds out you got them from Garak

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