Hello, I'm Laurette. This is my new Blog where I will post things about Star Trek, mostly imagine & scenario you request. I also accept collage's requests. Read MY RULES before asking. Thanks for visiting!!! Have fun!!!
Star Trek - RP - Lit to advanced (+300 words) NO one-liners/semi lit.
Hello, today my request is different from the usual because I’m going to request a fandom RP. I’m a big fan of Star Trek and I’ve watched many series of it (from TOS to VOY, and now I’m watching Enterprise). I don’t roleplay it for a year, I’d like to recruit some star trek role-players, and maybe someone with which I could talk about it. I’m searching for active, advanced and communicative partners. Be able to write detailed and deep replies.
Right now, I’m into Star Trek Voyager and so I’d like to roleplay that. Anyway, you can tell me your preferences. I’m also into Enterprise right now.
I have some pairings in mind, and I think I can try to roleplay any character there, we should discuss about it anyway.
My favourite ships, the ones I’d like to RP, are:
Tom Paris x Harry Kim
Chakotay x Tom Paris
Tuvok x Neelix
The Doctor X Tom Paris
The Doctor X Seven of Nine
Seven of Nine X Kathryn Janeway
Seven of Nine X B'Elanna Torres
Tuvok X Seven of Nine
And others I don't remember now
Then if you have other pairings in mind, tell me. I’m willing to do also canon x oc, as long as I like the ship and characters. I can also do OC x OC since I have start trek OCS and I don’t mind using them.
Other Star Trek series that I’ve watched:
The Original Series.
The next generation
Deep Space Nine –which is one of my favourites.
Enterprise, and I would like to RP it as well, but I’m still watching the first season.
RP RULES:
If you are no longer interested in continuing the RP, please tell me. Don't ghost me, please. I am not a monster. You can tell me your issues and then leave peacefully. We can discuss. Or let's change the plot. Please, don't ghost at random only because you’re bored. It's frustrating. Usually, I’ll tell you if I need some rest or breaks from roleplaying. Tell me if you don't like the plot anymore.
Try to be as IC as possible.
My triggers are: explicit rape, pedo, extreme kinks, mary sues, ghosting, godmod, self-harm, eating disorders. Don’t forger to tell me yours.
I RP NSFW contents and sexual stuff, and I’m okay with poly relationships
I do not RP with minors. Please, don’t approach me if you are a minor!
I RP any kind of ships: bxb, gxg, bxg. I’m more into bxb.
Here I am with an one-shot, it's a song-fiction because it was inspired by a song. Then I thought about this pairing when I listened to it and so I decided to write something.
I really like Ziyal and I cried when she died, it was unfair and sad, so this one-shot has her POV.
This fanfiction is angst, melancholic and bittersweet, my speciality, maybe I needed to write something sad, that’s all.
Hope you can enjoy.
Song: Lie to me by Depeche Mode
✾ LIE TO ME ✾
Come on and lay with me
Come on and lie to me
Tell me you love me
Say I’m the only one
Ziyal and Garak were laying together in the Cardassian sauna.
It was not a real sauna of their home planet because they were in the holodeck and this was just a program. It was fake yet pleasant; it was the only way for them to escape from the harsh reality of the station. For a moment, they could pretend to be at home. As if both already didn’t lie to themselves enough. At least she did it.
She often thought about her condition and all the unfair circumstances that brought her here. She didn’t know if she deserved it, but she had to accept her fate anyhow, she had no other choice yet to accept her ungrateful destiny.
Ziyal was just an outsider, she still didn’t know how to define herself, but she didn’t belong to anywhere. Sometimes, Ziyal didn’t feel like a Cardassian but neither a Bejorian. Because Ziyal was just a hybrid that none of the two factions was able to accept.
At first, Ziyal believed that she could represent a hope, like a flag that could unite the Cardassians and the Bajorans. She could be the beginning of a change or even a role model for the future. A future of peace, without war, but perhaps it was just an illusion. A delicious lie that she told to herself.
Ziyal, a girl who had never told a single lie to anyone, was only lying to herself. Nothing was more terrible than lying to themselves.
She was lost in her thoughts, observing the void in front of her. Nobody would say what was crossing her mind. Apparently, she seemed so relaxed, she was enjoying the warmth of the sauna, she was only relaxing but it was not the truth. Because the man next to her knew her more than she could imagine, even if they had not spent a lot of time together, but he knew. He was able to understand.
“I see you melancholic, are you fine?” Garak asked her in a gentle tone of voice.
Ziyal was perfectly aware; she was an open book for him, because she was as transparent as crystal spring water. Despite this…
“I’m fine… I just feel little numb, thanks…” she told him, not looking him in the eye.
“Are you sure? If you feel numb, how can you say you are even fine?” Garak asked her, he searched for her gaze but she was still lost in some kind of mysterious thoughts. Maybe thoughts of nonsense.
Then Ziyal turned to him, “Yes, it makes no sense… Maybe I feel numb in a good way, if it is possible…” she said, showing a shy smile.
Ziyal did not know how to express her feeling; she was happy and sad at the same time. It was strange. It was just melancholia. Yes, it was.
“Uhm, I understand…” he told her, he smiled at her, tenderly, as he often did.
Ziyal wondered if his was just courtesy, genuine interest or a mask. What was hidden behind his smiles, she could not tell…
Did he wear a mask even with her?
She did not care about it, this did not matter, it was his nature. It was written in his genes, she could not erase words written on the stone and she could not change his nature.
Experiences have a lasting impression
But words once spoken
Don’t mean a lot now
“Have you ever been here? I mean, in a sauna like this. On Cardassia.” She asked him, curious.
“Yes, few times… It is not the same but, I have to admit, Quark did a great job. This program recalls a lot an original Cardassian sauna. At first, you would not say it is false.” Garak said, pronouncing the word ‘false’ with a sort of grudge. Maybe he just missed his home so much.
Ziyal knew anything of this world because she had not lived many experiences.
Unlike her, Garak had lived too many and now he almost had no energy to face this life anymore; the unknown of this vast universe, its cruelty, its mystery and the unknowable, nothing seemed to make sense. No more.
They were similar, abandoned by their own people, misunderstood and trapped in a foreign, cold, desolate prison.
Nevertheless, they were so dissimilar, two sides of the same coin, and perhaps for this reason they compensated each other.
Or maybe it was only an illusion. Nothing but an illusion.
Ziyal loved to think this way, there was no guarantee, she was not even sure if in another situation, Garak would ever have been interested in a naive girl like her.
They were like day and night, two entities that were not supposed to meet, but the two of them lived here together, kept each other company. This cold and unfair prison did not seem so uncomfortable together. Did not seem. It was not an absolute truth. There was no truth in anything.
Belief is the way
The way of the innocent
And when I say innocent
I should say naïve
“I hope I would be able to live a real experience of it one day.” She told him.
“I am sure you will…” he answered, seeming so convincing.
“I doubt they would ever accept me…” she sighed.
Ziyal knew he was lying only to make her glad, it was for good but she was so tired of living of illusions but she had to do it anyway. It was her only way to escape from this harsh reality. Illusions were her only reality.
Garak did not answer; it was the most honest answer he could give her.
She still felt numb but glad because she was not alone, she was sure that he cared of her, even if not so much. Even if he pretended. It was something to hold on.
An ungrateful silence fell into the cave, the sauna where they were still lying. She felt uncomfortable. This silence hurt her. This silence made her remember the truth. That awful truth. Her true loneliness.
So lie to me
But do it with sincerity
Make me listen
Just for a minute
Make me think
There’s some truth in it
Ziyal wanted to share something with him; she wanted to feel real warmth. Not only the heat of the sauna, but felt a more real warmth, the warmth of the person she loved.
Ziyal was not sure if what she felt was true love. She had never loved anyone before, so she had no basis for comparison and so she did not have any idea. Ziyal grown attached to Garak, she wanted to be with him but maybe it was not a mutual feeling.
She was almost sure that Garak was with her because she was the only Cardassian on the station, he had no choice, and she was not even a true Cardassian, so she doubted he would ever consider her as his equal or a possible lover in another circumstance.
It did not matter now, only the present was important and she desired to live this moment with him. Only with him.
She wanted to break this annoying silence as well.
“Would you ever lie to me, Garak?” she asked him.
“Hum, what do you mean?” he seemed confused by her question.
Come on and lay with me
Come on and lie to me
Tell me you love me
Say I’m the only one
“I don’t care if you do…” she said with a sweet tone of voice.
Because she did not want to be alone, anymore.
Then Ziyal moved a little, putting herself sideways, looking into his eyes. She searched for his hand and touching it, then she grabbed it.
His hand was cold but soft, bigger than hers but it made her feel closer to him, she felt comfortable and warm.
He kept looking at her, without saying a word. Maybe he was confused and he did not expect this reaction from her.
She knew, he needed it as well, since he did not want to be alone, not anymore. Just like her. Everyone craved for some love in this life, even the ones who said that they did not need it. They just lied to themselves. Because everyone wanted to be loved. At least once in a lifetime.
Words were useless and superfluous now, and she did not need them.
Garak held her hand as well, maybe he understood, Ziyal wondered if even gestures and silence could lie. She did not know. She did not care.
Garak was free to lie to her if he wanted, maybe she wanted it, she wanted to hear those bitter words, even if they were false, she wanted to hear them and be cradled by illusions. Hearing those words, that he loved her sincerely, that she might be the only one.
She wanted Garak to tell her that one day they would even come back to Cardassia together and be finally true. To stop lying and living like this, between illusions and fake worlds.
Until then, she would accept this fantasy, because it was the only thing she owned, her only hope, her only life.
Hello! Could I please request a female reader x Chakotay from Voyager, where he discovers that the reader has feelings for him via her writing in her notebook and how he responds (hopefully he feels the same?) please?
{ Hello, sorry if I’m little late.
I’ve been very busy writing my long fiction, I’d be glad if someone would decide to read it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20689949/chapters/49143200 }
CHAKOTAY
Chakotay cares a lot about his crew.
Chakotay often talks to them, he wants members of his crew to confide in him and tell him if everything is fine. He cares a lot about the mental health of his men. There is no Counsellor on board and therefore he must become one, always be available, and present for his crew.
S/O is a member of his crew and so they often talk and S/O sees Chakotay as a role model, the greatest man he had ever met and maybe she has even developed a crush on him as well but she’s too shy to confess her feeling to the Commander.
Of course, Chakotay doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable and he’s always very professional and austere, he has to treat every member equally. He can’t have favourite officers, it would be very unfair and it would create problems on the ship.
S/O is used to write her memory and thought in her notebook, it’s a diary where she keeps all her secrets. It’s something that recalls her home because it’s hard finding real pieces of paper here on the ship, especially so far away from Earth. She keeps this diary as a treasure. It’s something so precious and special for her.
One day, she forgets her diary in the lunchroom, she is too distracted or maybe too stressed. By the way, when she realizes it, and she comes back to the lunchroom to take it back, it’s disappeared. The diary is gone and she has no idea where it could be.
She could not imagine a certain Commander, her crush, has found it, but he didn’t mean to read it, it happened by mistake.
Chakotay didn’t imagine to find a diary there and so he opened it, he supposed, the owner’s name was written in it and so then he could return it to them.
There was no name but he understands it belongs to S/O, because it was obvious. She talks about moments he and she had shared, the things they said.
Well, then he finds it out the truth, S/O’s true feeling and he is sorry he has read about it by mistake, it’s like he has invaded her privacy.
Then Chakotay visits her and he returns her diary. S/O feels very embarrassed but he doesn’t lie and he says that he read that, he apologies and he didn’t think it was a secret diary at first, it’s something so vintage, he didn’t think there were still people who keep a diary.
Chakotay feels a little guilty so he may invite S/O to dinner, and so they can spend some time together, not only as colleagues but also as friends or something else.
This story is inspired by my OC, her name is Nozria Bix, but there will be several POVs about every character that appears in this story and there will be many plots. I try to make this fanfiction very similar to an episode of DS9.
I hope it can entertain you.
Thank you if you decide to read this story, I put all my heart and soul to write it.
Chapter 1: A li(f)e I left behind
SISKO’S POV
Captain’s log, stardate 2372.
Since a few months Bajor has been hit by a mysterious plague. The Starfleet sent a scientist. She is in charge of leading the research and helping the scientists of Bajor to find a cure. I still haven’t got the chance to meet this new scientist, I only know, she is a young Trill. Her name is Nozria Bix. She should arrive at the station by midday.
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Sisko was lost in his thoughts while he was observing the vast darkness out of his window. It was the space. His dear old space.
There was never a moment of boredom in the station, because new people came and other people left. Therefore, he didn’t have time to get bored, sometimes he didn’t even have time to think about himself. His life was so chaotic, surprising and so exciting. He would not have changed this life for anything in the world.
Sisko’s deep thoughts were interrupted by the click of the door, someone had entered his office: it was his old friend, Jadzia Dax.
In his opinion, Jadzia would be the most appropriate person to welcome their new guest. Because they were both Trills, so they would understand each other. Maybe his idea was a little simplistic and banal but every Trill was different from the other, especially when the mentioned Trill possessed a symbiont. It was always a surprise, so maybe he was the one who needed support.
Jadzia came in Sisko’s office, nodding, “Did you want to see me, Benjamin?“ Jadzia asked in her usual professional tone, her hands behind her back, her eyes always vigilant and curious.
"Yes, we have to welcome a new crew member. It’s a trill, you know?” he said, grabbing his baseball, and playing with it.
“Ah, interesting. So you’ve thought I could be the ideal guide for her, right? I supposed Major Kira would be the most appropriate guide since, it seems, this new officer will work on Bajor. For Bajor.” Dax replied, raising her eyebrow, her tone was calm, but it was a very human thing to feel safe around their same species so, thanks to her vast experience, she was able to understand why the Captain had formulated this particular thought.
Jadzia started observing the baseball in the Captain’s hands, how he was playing with it.
Like every human being, even Sisko was unable to hold his hands steady, as opposed to Jadzia, she always appeared calm and resolute even in front of the most dangerous monsters.
Sisko launched his baseball from his left hand to his right hand, and then observed his friend. “Kira is busy now, then you are the only Trill here, well, not anymore, but then she will know that she’s not alone. Her name is Nozria Bix, she is a doctor, she was chosen for a project at Bajor, she seems capable and it’s good to have another doctor, the medical staff is never enough.” he said, putting down his baseball and then he stood up, adjusting his uniform.
“How can she be alone in a station populated by more than one thousand inhabitants?” Dax commented, and then she followed the Captain out of the door.
“Well, you know what I mean, meeting another Trill could make her feel like home.” He said and then he headed to the dock where Nozria’s runabout would land.
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NOZRIA BIX’S POV
The runabout sailed in the space of DS9, ready to reach the dock and land.
It had been a long, tedious and untroubled journey. After all, Nozria was used to these long journeys, this was her job, and space was so familiar to her by now, as if the galaxy itself was her office, her working place.
It was strange to see her job from this point of view, or she was only very tired and so she was not able to create rational and coherent thoughts. It must have been like that. Nozria had drunk too much coffees to keep herself awake, she didn’t like sleeping during journeys.
The Trill had spent the time reading dossiers, observing the space from the porthole, eating –other than drinking a few too many coffees- and chatting with the other passengers on board. Actually, she tried to have conversations with them but it was hard because the other guests could not be defined as friendly and talkative.
There were several species aboard: a Vulcan couple, they did not say a word throughout the entire trip, were certainly not the best interlocutors, then there was a Klingon warrior who had spent all his time polishing his weapon; he had cleaned it so much that she was surprised if it wasn’t ruined.
The other passengers slept or thought about their business, so there wasn’t a lot of entertainment. Fortunately, her boredom was about to end and she would soon arrive on DS9.
Nozria felt excited and curious, she hadn’t felt like this for a while and that made her impatient. Impatient to begin this new adventure, to meet her new colleagues and all the other people who lived in the station. She knew this would be a great beginning full of new possibilities and experience. The greatest aspiration of each Trill was a life full of experience. Her life was based on experience and so she was always looking for it. Always. As if, she never had enough.
Observing out of her window, she took a deep look at the Station and she was left stunned.
The station looked like a big spider, she had never seen a Cardassian’s structure before. It was majestic, threatening and sinister, just like Cardassians after all.
As the little ship got closer to that big mechanical spider, a feeling of confusion took possession of her brain as if it was a mystical fear. She never liked spiders. Her mind was navigating through memories she should have not recalled, she didn’t want to remember, then she turned her head in another direction.
Her imagination was vivid, she was tired and so her mind was making the world around her more absurd than what it really was.
The runabout finally landed on DS9 and all the passengers got out, she took her baggage and followed the crowd of people that was dispersing itself all over the station.
Nozria took a breath, she felt better, the big spider had devoured her but she was still alive. She was not going to be digested by it. Her mind was very cruel with her sometimes. So cruel.
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“Welcome on DS9, Dr. Nozria. Bix,” said the Captain, showing one of his most friendly smiles.
“Greetings, it’s a pleasure.” Dax said, still in a professional tone.
“Oh, thank you very much. The pleasure is mine.” Bix replied, smiling.
They both looked like interesting people, Dax was famous on Trill and so Bix had already heard of her and her symbiont.
“I hope your trip was pleasant.” the Captain beckoned her to follow him, then all three of them walked down the corridor, “We’re glad to have you here with us, I heard you’re making research for Bajor.” Benjamin started speaking, “I have already read the report about your work, but I want to know more from you.”
“Yes, I read that there has been an epidemic lately.” Dax added, wading in front of her with her hands behind her back and her torso stiff.
“Exactly, it’s a very complicated case. I’ve already studied that virus in the past, that’s why they called me. It’s a virus that usually affects crops, in fact many of their fields have been infected, they’re unused now.” Bix continued to explain, “This is a very peculiar case because that virus should not be here, it is an alien species, should not be in this corner of the galaxy. This is not its natural environment but it found a fertile ground for its progeny, it became stronger and so it has started destroying the other weaker species. I suppose it was brought here somehow.” Even if Nozria still didn’t know how and who had brought this virus on Bajor but she was here to find it out.
“You seem to have a lot of experience, I’m sure you will help them to find a cure.” Sisko stopped, smiling, “Unfortunately, my work also calls. Have a good day and permanence on DS9.” Sisko said, nodding.
“Oh, I see. It was a pleasure. Thank you, Captain.” Nozria smiled politely.
“Can you take her to her quarters, old man?” Sisko asked to Dax.
Dax nodded in reply, “Sure, I’ll see you later, Ben.” Dax greeted her old friend and motioned Nozria to follow her.
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The two Trills walked toward Bix’s quarters.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine here. The station is an interesting place, full of different species, there are many things to see and discover. It’s always a surprise.” Said Dax, showing a friendly smile.
"Oh, I see. I am sure it will be a stimulating experience. I have never visited this corner of the galaxy, so I certainly won’t be bored.” Nozria answered, hinting a smile.
“Oh, where did you work before, if I can ask?” Dax asked, curious.
“I was the medical officer of the Andromeda starship.” she answered, it was a short but concise reply.
That was a great job but it was part of the past, she was here now and therefore had no reason to think about the life she had left behind.
“Ah, interesting. Our official doctor will be very glad to meet you. Julian is a friendly person, he is one of the best doctors in the quadrants, but also a lovely person.” said Dax.
“Ah, I heard about him, I read many dossiers of his research.” Bix replied.
“He will have to be careful, you look very smart. He risks losing his job.” Dax said in her sarcastic tone that almost seemed serious.
“Ah, I have no intention but I never back down when there is a challenge. I am a little competitive, I admit.”, Bix giggled a little.
“It’s a good quality.” said Dax, “Oh, we’ve arrived to your quarters.”
Dax stood in front of Bix’s quarters, she did her guest’s job, and so Sisko should have been proud of her.
“Oh, good. Thank you.” Bix said.
"Enjoy your stay, have a good day. If you have hungry, I’d suggest you to go to Quakr’s. It’s a great place, the food tastes good and you can find interesting company there.” Dax said, giving some suggestion since the other woman didn’t know the station very well, it was a proper advice to give.
“Oh, I will take a look, thanks. Goodbye, Dax.” Nozria greeted Dax and entered in her quarters.
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Her first day of work would be tomorrow. Nozria had the whole day off, so she was free to relax, take a shower and wander around the station in search of adventure. Looking for something to do because she had no desire to be alone. She didn’t even want to get bored. It would have been unbearable. Sometimes, thinking too much was unbearable…
Nozria dropped her bag on the floor, careless, and then this room was almost empty.
There were decorations, a couple of plants and furniture. Everything was minimal, she would have thought later to furnish it.
She caressed her hair, ruffling and brushing it with her fingers. Even her hairdo was ruined, her hair, before picked in a bun, was now messy, so she moved her head so she could let her hair down.
A few strands of hair fell in front of her dark blue eyes, tickling her nose and she almost sneezed. She blinked her eyes a couple of times, and knocked her hair off her large forehead. Her hair was brown, almost reddish, wavy and long. They were very feminine.
However, by now, she was used to this femininity, three years had passed since her union with Bix and therefore she didn’t see herself as strange as a girl. Three years were few compared to the hundred or even thirty hundred years when she had been a man. When Bix had been a man and had been hosted by male Trills.
Bix, the symbiont, believed that long hair was very beautiful, most of Bix’s women lovers had long hair. Maybe it was Bix’s way to remember them so Nozria kept her hair long.
Nozria headed to the bathroom, undressing and throwing her uniform on the sofa careless, it was already dirty and so she didn’t care about it. Then she had to change it anyway because that uniform was wrong, she still wore her old uniform, the ship’s uniform and so she had to take another one.
Nozria certainly didn’t have the delicacy of a girl, her manner was very spontaneous, someone would say masculine and rough. They were attitudes she had inherited from Bix’s old guests and could not change them. She couldn’t change herself. She liked to be like this.
She took a look out of her big quarters’ window and contemplated the endless and mysterious space.
This was a real beginning, a new chance, her chance.
Nobody would chase after her. Not this time.
Even in an endless universe like this, there were no places to hide. Nowhere to escape. Nobody to trust. Sometimes, people could not even trust themselves, not even their best friends and so everyone was alone. Lost in deep space. Lost in existence.
Bix lived too long to feel lost, but still didn’t learn anything of the world. Despite her experience should have made her wiser. Years only gave her more questions, doubts, anxiety.
Growing up didn’t mean becoming wiser, it only meant you had to accept that you would have never been wise enough for this life.
I would love relationship headcanons for Dukat or Damar, i just love them so much 💚 oh and keep up the good work darling 💖
I love them, too.
And I don’t often right of them so it’s a great ask.
— DUKAT :
Everyone knows that Dukat is not the nicest and kindest person in the galaxy. After all, he is a dictator so he did many terrible things. But only for the good of Bajor - he cares to specify this-. Bajor is ungrateful, and he is the good guy. Always. Dukat is so misunderstood, poor baby.
With his partner, he is really good and kind, he is another person. Actually, Dukat is sneaky and can pretend very well. He uses his charm to enchant his S/O. He spoils them, flatters them, pampers them and fulfils all their dreams. He is so romantic.
Sometimes, Dukat donates gifts to his SO or gives to them flowers or chocolates. Everything they desire. Their wish is his command.
Unfortunately, he often travels; his work steals a lot of his time so he won’t be able to see S/O every day. Dukat will always make a call, or send subspace and video messages to S/O. They must know that they are always in his thoughts.
Dukat almost never uses –or we should say NEVER USES- contraceptives and, for this reason, if S/O is a woman, she must be careful if she does not want to have unwanted children or any other problem. Dukat pretends to forget about it but he has a kink for risky sex and therefore he doesn’t use any kind of precaution. Unless S/O has the same kink and wants to have a thousand children from Dukat, it’s better to have a conversation with him about it. It’s better to make sure he has done something for it because he could lie and say he has used protections. Be careful! He’s a bitch!
S/O may lose all their friends - especially the Bajoran friends - after they have discovered that Dukat is their boyfriend. The Bajorans hate Dukat but many people hate him too and therefore S/O could be alone and without friends. No one wants to deal with Dukat.
— DAMAR :
Damar does not admit it but he is a romantic person, especially after he becomes more intimate with S/O. He looks like the classic bad guy but he’s just misunderstood, he made mistakes like everyone else but he redeemed himself and made Cardassia a better place.
Damar is even too honest and loyal to be a Cardassian. He is loyal to his country, to his people and even to Dukat, but Dukat certainly does not deserve Damar’s loyalty and respect. Perhaps Damar is a bit naive and has not known other places besides Cardassia so having an alien S/O can help him to see the world from a new perspective, make him discover new things and become more open and curious.
Damar is not jealous or possessive but has a guilt complex and believes he is not enough for his S/O -especially during his depressive/alcoholic period- he becomes very insecure and wonders why S/O love with a loser like him. He thinks he doesn’t deserve anything so he consoles himself with alcohol, but this is not the healthiest solution.
Actually, Damar feels better with S/O, even his health gets better and he rediscovers himself. As if he were a new person. S/O’s love is therapeutic for him.
Sometimes he comes back home with a bottle of Kanar, not because he wants to get drunk and fall back into alcoholism, but because he wants to share it with S/O and spend time together.
He likes to hear S/O’s voice, talk to them, hold their hands, caress them or just have them close: it makes him feel safe and sound. It is the warmth he needs, after the terrible things he has experienced during the Dominion. He needs some peace.
Hello! May I request a Weyoun x security female reader? The reader is a starfleet ensign in security and has a crush on Weyoun but tries to hide it. However, Weyoun knows and makes that really hard, since he's always flirting with her.
Awww!!!
I love Weyoun.
It’s always a pleasure writing about him.
— WEYOUN :
The humanoid mating rituals fascinate Weyoun a lot.
The Alpha Quadrant is new to him and so Weyoun observes how the other aliens behave, interact with each other and talk. Everything is very interesting and he is really intrigued.
Weyoun does not possess the other humanoids’ needs, he has no sexual needs, since he was not created for it. The greatest Founders did not choose this for him and only the Founders know what is good for him. Without any doubt. They know.
Among all the humanoids present on the station, in particular, Weyoun loves to observe a certain member of security, a female human who has strange behaviours toward him.
At first, Weyoun does not know what this means, does not understand the young human being, perhaps it is a ritual that he does not know yet. Her cheeks stain pink every time she meets the Vorta’s gaze, she smiles when they talk and her eyes shine when Weyoun smiles at her. It is very peculiar.
Weyoun is even able to hear the beating of her heart: it increases every time they talk, touch or are close. At first, Weyoun thinks it is a disease, he believes that she is sick but then decides to ask the one who knows everything, namely Odo. Odo is one of the most friendly Founders and he knows the human world well, he’s lived with them for a long time and, surely, Odo knows the answers to his questions. He knows them anyhow, because he is a Founder. They know everything.
In fact, Odo knows and explains to Weyoun that she has a crush on him, it seems absurd but it’s true, she feels romantic feelings for Weyoun. The Vorta does not know what to think, he is amazed and curious and now he will see her with different eyes.
Weyoun is unable to love because his heart belongs to the Founders. Only and exclusively to the Founders. His life belongs to them.
Weyoun, however, finds the woman’s company pleasant, so he flirts back, sometimes he caresses her hands, gives her sweet smiles and approaches her, whispering in her ear sweet nonsense as if he were confessing a secret to her.
She gets crazy when he touches her, Weyoun feels powerful because he made a mess of her only with small gestures. It is funny.
He can consider it as a new form of manipulation and then take advantage of the poor woman. It is not a correct behaviour but we know that he is a cruel, manipulating and sneaky alien and therefore we’re not surprised if he plays dirty.
I'm assuming this is your request area - many apologies if not. Howevers, you, oh great one, write for DS9 I hear. And I have got it so bad for Julian. I love Julian. I mean, if you check my profile you see I like accepting Star Trek bois - but Julian. Mmm. So, if this is the right format in which to request, I shall do one - but first I will await your confirmation. :)
Would you consider writing an imagine with the reader and the Doctor from Voyager? The reader being a new ensign an wants to prove herself but is worried she isn't good enough. The reader has a sort of father-daughter bond with the Doctor.
This is my first ask here.
Hope you enjoy!
THE DOCTOR :
The Doctor does not understand these humanoid behaviours that serve to “impress others”. A person should be comfortable with itself. He wonders if he would be able to surprise himself as well… Is he programmed for this? Is there the element called “surprise” in his programme? He does not know. Sometimes, he is surprised by the absurdity of some officers.
Actually, nowadays the Voyager is not living the best days ever, home is still far away and hard to find. The crew is often sad, everyone is down here and so he does not ask himself why his Ensign friend feels bad, it’s normal and she has nothing to prove. Life is hard for everyone!
The doctor considers her as a friend, he likes talking to her, asking her for advice and opinions on his work or on any kind of topic.
Most of the crew considers the Doctor only as a hologram, nothing more, a picture without feelings. He is a mere instrument, he has always believed to be only a tool but S/O is teaching him to see life differently. Thanks to S/O, he starts looking at the world with different eyes.
Nothing is just black or white but there are many colours, many shades and points of view. He has always been blind but now he is glad to change and learn something new.
At first, he said that he had only made his program better but S/O corrected him by saying that he was just learning from experiences like all men do. This means that he is more than a hologram. He is a real person. A different type of person but has the same rights and deserves the respect that every human deserves.
The Doctor doesn’t think S/O is not enough, she is a great Ensign, a good person. She helped him a lot and so he wants to help her as well even if he acts like a grumpy man most of the times but he’s still honest, loyal and understanding, so he is always here to listen and S/O only needs to activate his program if she needs to talk with him. It’s not hard. He has a lot of time, so he’s always here for a pep talk.
This is my Star Trek’s imagine blog, you're welcome!
I will write the Reader Insert and also normal pairings (when I like them, so I won't write every pairing). I can write also general Headcanons for the single characters and how they would react to the situations you request or how they would react to their S/O doing something particular.
My characters limit is 4
I write both SFW and NSFW things!
: CHARACTERS I WRITE:
STAR TREK TOS/AOS
Kirk
Spock
Bones
Scotty
Uhura
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STAR TREK TNG
Picard
Riker
Deanna Troi
Data
Geordi
Worf
Beverly
Wesley
Lwaxana Troi
Barclay
Lore
Q
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STAR TREK DS9
Sisko
Jake
Kira
Jadzia Dax
Ezri Dax
Odo
Bashir
O’Brian
Keiko
Worf
Quark
Rom
Nog
Lwaxana Troi
Garak
Dukat
Damar
Ziyal
Weyoun
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STAR TREK VOY
Janeway
Chakotay
B’Elanna
Tuvok
The Doctor
Tom Paris
Harry Kim
Neelix
Kes
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MY PERSONAL TRIGGERS-THINGS I DON’T WRITE:
No Illness and any mental disease because I am not informed about them and I don’t like to talk about these arguments without the proper knowledge and delicacy. I have never studied psychology so I cannot argue about this subject.
