#letant

[me-is-me]

You know when you wanna squeeze them so tight their head pops off but you don’t want them to die you just need to let out your love for them by giving them I giant hug until their eyes bulge? Just me? That’s fine

[bigblissandlove1]

Hello,

I just saw and left on comment on AO3 NSFW Characters and I must say - you are an amazing writer and would encoruage you to keep up the goodwork!

I just got to rewatching some Star Trek and My Favorite is DS9!

I was wondering - what was yours?

Lastly, I was wondering if you have considered -

How the Characters would react to getting a poem from their admirers or/ lover 😉. I think Koval would be the most appreciated 💜!

Another thing, How do you think they would react to a delectation of love - I love you so much, that I would die and burn myself for you ❤️!

Thank you and see you around

Helloooo!!!

Well my friend, I owe you an apology. You asked this forever ago and I am just now able to respond and for that I apologize! Life has been "Life-ing" and it has been hard to write but I am SO grateful for your ask because you actually re-awoke my writing gremlin so THANK YOU! I am hoping I will have more time to write again as I have sorely missed it so thank you so much for your encouragement and patience!

Also THANK YOU for your sweet comments on my fics. You really have no idea how much that means to me! You are giving me life!

I have your stories below but to answer your question, my favorite is Deep Space Nine! It is the characters. I feel like I know them after 7 years, like I could walk onto DS9 and just chill with all of them. Don't get me wrong, I love all other Treks but the character depth on DS9 is unparalleled and even though they live in trying times, I would still love to pay them all a visit ;-)

Now onto the stories! I went ahead and answered your prompt/question about the poem for Koval, Letant, and Vreenak. I really hope you enjoy and thank you for being so amazing! Hugs!

Koval:  

Koval slowly peeled the outer layer of his Tal Shiar jacket off of his shoulders, casually tossing it on the chaise in his study.  Usually he was meticulous in how he treated his uniform, never allowing the insignia at his throat, that subtle shape that indicated to any who saw it that he was the most important man in the Romulan Empire, to hit the floor.  But it was late and the day had been tiresome.  Pouring himself a glass of Kali Fal, Koval, rolled his shoulders and made his way to his desk, mentally preparing himself for the seemingly endless hours of work that was becoming more and more tedious as the war with the Dominion raged on.  He had people to do some of the more menial tasks, but the ones he faced tonight required a more sensitive touch.  Koval needed to inform Luther Sloan immediately about what he and his team discovered today.  Only then could the cover up begin.

Koval sighed and placed his drink on his desk.  Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, he allowed his shoulders to slump for the first time in days.  He had a job to do, he knew he was doing the right thing, but it was all so messy, so challenging, and unfortunately, despite all of his self-appointed rules to separate business from his personal life, this time business was personal.  

Koval’s long time Tal Shiar colleague, mentor, and personal friend, had been assassinated.  It should have been a time of sorrow, of public mourning, of planning redemption, and of revenge.  But Koval saw through the ruse.  It became evident the moment he personally examined what was left of that Cardassian data rod : it was a set up.  A brilliant one to be sure, but still only smoke and mirrors to hide the true culprit.  It didn’t take long to put the pieces together.  Elim Garak was known to Koval, and despite how brilliant Garak was, Koval was more so.  The most damnable thing was, if it hadn't been Vreenak in that shuttle, Koval had to admit, Garak’s plan, in theory alone, was brilliant.  But Koval knew Garak’s patterns, had analyzed his previous work and knew certain tells that made the true culprit obvious.  

The slight trace of biomemetic gel found in the wreckage almost brought a smile to Koval’s lips.  Years ago, when Senator Garav was found dead on his personal shuttle, after an explosion in his quarters that was attributed to a malfunction of his replicator, the small traces of biomemetic gel had been hidden by Koval and his team.  It was better to let the people of Romulus believe it was an accident, or even attribute the death to the Tal Shiar itself, than a rogue Cardassian gardener who suddenly left his position after Garav’s untimely death.  

But all of that was in the past now.  Koval knew the stakes were too high and the damage was done.  It would be up to him and his team to finish the job.  He knew Romulus *had* to enter the war, but he wasn’t happy about it.  

Shaking his dark locks, Koval unlocked the grip on the bridge of his nose, opened his eyes and took a deep breath.  He searched the room, hungrily looking for anything to distract him from the pain that threatened to well up in his chest.  He couldn't afford to allow his emotions to eat at his soul.  Falling apart wouldn't bring Vreenak back.  As Koval’s eyes searched for anything that might distract him for even just a moment, he saw it.  

“What is this…”  He muttered as he tentatively reached a hand out to an envelope on his desk.  

Koval smiled and released the faintest of laughs.  

“Of course.”  He exhaled as he reached for the paper and picked it up without a second thought.  

There was only one person who would be allowed in his office unsupervised, only one person who could make their way into his private rooms without suspicion….

Koval leaned back in the chair and bringing the envelope to his nose, he inhaled deeply.  Your scent lingered on the paper.  The cream colored folds were crisp and thick.  It was clear you had paid close attention to Koval’s penchant for luxury as this fine piece of parchment was exactly something he would purchase for himself.  

Carefully, Koval ran a finger under the fold to open the envelope.  The scent of you washed over him and he grinned.  A smaller folded piece of paper was nestled in the envelope and as he gingerly pulled it free, his smile broadened.  Only you would be so clever as to make your way into his room.  Only you could somehow intuit that whatever this treasure may be, he needed it now.  

As Koval opened the paper, the sight of your fine handwriting flashed over his eyes.  Koval could speed read in over ten languages but for this one, he took his time.  

“My darling Koval…”  it began.  

As Koval started to read the hand written declaration of love, he leaned forward, eyes alight, breath hitched in his throat as each line of poetry, written with such abandon, such adoration, and such grace, hit the hard walled off part of his soul that he kept hidden from the galaxy.  With every beautiful phrase, every illustrative outpouring of your affection to him, Koval’s inner fortress began to crumble.  

Hot tears welled in his eyes as the facade began to fade, warmth encased him, and his heart felt light for the first time in ages. Your gentle exploration of your relationship, penned beautifully on a piece of parchment, forced the tears to softly flow.  

Koval didn't *cry*.  But the tears that dripped down his cheeks spoke volumes.  It wasn’t sadness, or regret.  It wasn’t shame or sorrow or disappointment.  It was love.  Pure and simple love.  With every line, the poem seared its way into his heart and soul, burning away the tears, the fear, and the anger that slept deep.  

As Koval sighed his lips slowly creased upwards in a magnificent smile.  

“I love you so much that I would die and burn myself for you!”  The poem ended.  

Koval exhaled.  Leaning back in his chair, he ran his fingers through his dark hair and looked up to the ceiling.  

Today was exhausting, tomorrow would be worse, but now…but now...now he possessed something that would wipe away all the pain of the past and the future.  Your love…your devotion…that was worth fighting for.  Even if Koval had to do the impossible…he would do it for the one he loved above all others.  

Closing his eyes he smiled in resolve.  His work could wait a few hours more.  He now had a more pressing need.  Pressing his palm to his computer, the screen lit up above his desk.  A few quick memorized key swipes later and he had what he needed.  

Picking up the poem, he held it up to the screen, his voice deep.

“Good evening e’lev, I see you have written me something…”  

Letant:  

Letant sauntered into his private rooms, grinning from ear to ear.  His lover was arriving tonight and every detail had to be perfect.  

You had been gone for over five months, but in that time, you had been utterly tantalizing Letant with communiques that edged on the border of explicit.  You were too intelligent to send him anything deliciously filthy, but the subtle words of your poems had elicited a spark within Letant’s heart and body, that had him on the edge of his seat since you had been gone.  

“You are wicket e’lev, but now I will have my fun.”  He whispered as he lit his favorite scented candles around the room, allowing the soft glow to illuminate his most intimate space with a cascade of warm light that flowed over the walls and disappeared on the balcony.

As Letant opened a bottle of Earth wine, in preparation for your arrival, he sniffed the cork, a trick you had taught him, and smiled.  Memories of your time in Argentina, sipping wine against the gorgeous backdrop of the Andes to frame your little romantic getaway, ran rampant through his thoughts, making him nearly spill the wine as he poured it into the decanter. 

“Now, now, don’t you start misbehaving too..”  Letant admonished the bottle as he placed it down and clapped his hands together.  

You would be here any minute, and Letant’s energy was bouncing off the walls.  If one could trace the energy from a single being, one would see Letant’s fire cascading over every surface of his most intimate space.  His love for you, his most precious treasure, abounded.  You were everything he had ever wanted and his soul floated at the thought of your embrace.

Letant grinned as he stared at himself in the mirror.  Pulling the handwritten note you had left for him to read the last time you visited, Letant allowed himself to indulge in your words once more, before you arrived and he could indulge in you personally and thoroughly.

“Letant…my rogue, my heart, my love, and my soul….”   It began.

The words that flowed after were memorized by now.  Letant had read this poem a thousand times and a thousand times had his heart swelled past any reasonable semblance of a rational being.  He was enchanted, ensconced, and in love.  

Tonight, he would read your poem back to you, word by precious word, without ever looking at the page.  He would sit by your side and then recite the poem that had ached to free itself from his throat, since the moment he saw your face.

“E’lev…the ages have worn me, life has tried to stifle me, but you, my darling, are the fuel to my flame….”  He started.  

“Damn.”  He muttered….he still wasn’t sure that was how he wanted to start it.  He was far more confident about the body of the poem than he was in the first line.  

Fumbling in his pocket, he once again pulled out your poem and read the last line.

“I love you so much that I would die and burn myself for you!”  You wrote.

“Alright my darling…if you say so…”  He said as he winked at the paper and placed it gently back in his pocket.  

Letant turned around and ran his hand through his hair.  He could do this.  He could sway a Senate with no more than a glance and a smile.  If he could win over an army of angry Romulans and quell a feisty Klingon, he could win the heart of the person he loved more than anyone in the stars.  

Gulping down, Letant raised his right hand dramatically towards the setting sun, just over his balcony.

“And if you wish to burn then allow me to alight you…”  He bellowed as if speaking to a theatre of a thousand patrons.  

“And in this fire, I will love you, 

until we outlast every star in the sky.

Let me live forever within the light of your eyes 

and should my soul die, allow me to die gazing at you.

In your eyes, there is peace, there is hope,

the eternity I have always longed for.  

Welcome me, my beloved, into your embrace 

and let us love one another until the stars fall at our feet.”  

Letant finished his performance and gazed out onto the sea as the sun touched its shores.  

"They will be here any minute!”  Letant thought as he rushed to his desk.  

Opening a secret door on his desk, Letant found the object he was looking for.  Humans were so odd with their traditions, and yet, if he was honest, he knew Romulans held the same, if not slightly altered.  

Letant held the black box in his hands and smiled at the weight of it.  Opening the lid gingerly, he grinned as the gold plated latinum bracelet came into view, the light catching the bracelet ever so gently, sending a soft wave of luminescence over his eyes.

“Oh, aren’t you a gorgeous thing!  Someone with taste must have found you!”  He chuckled to himself.  “Now be a good engagement bracelet and bind yourself to the person I love.”  He grinned.  

*Ding*

Letant threw his shoulders back, the chime at his door unsettling his usual calm resolve.  

“Ennn…”  He coughed, a sudden tightness in his throat catching him off guard.  Letant was well spoken even in the worst of moments but tonight, his chest was tight and his throat was locked.  

“Not now dammit….”  He admonished himself, gently pounding his chest with his fist. 

Letant opened his mouth to say the word.  It was a simple word but one that would change the course of his life forever.  He was on the precipice of inviting another being into his life, and should you accept, his world and yours, would never again be the same.

Rolling his shoulders back, Letant reminded himself of who he was.  Senator, Spy, Lover, and now…Poet.  

“Enter!”  He commanded with a sharp bark, mustering all of his courage.  

The door opened with a whoosh and as the light filtered onto your face, Letant smiled.   

Vreenak:

The door to his study had been left intentionally unlocked.  He knew you liked to leave him little surprises while he was away on business.  No one had completely free reign of Vreenak’s quarters, but you, his human lover, were different.  You never imposed, never tried to steal secrets, and never asked for anything from Vreenak other than his affection.  Vreenak’s usually hardened face cracked slightly at the memory of the printed photos you left for him to find one morning.  He had been particularly struck by this as to find something as antique as a printed photograph was rare, but these photos were something else entirely.  

Humans apparently used to call them "boudoir photographs" and Vreenak acknowledged that they were perhaps best left to an analog form where they could not be easily transmitted for other eyes to see.  He grinned wider.  The delicious feast that was on display in those photographs was for his eyes and his eyes alone.  Anyone else who might catch a glimpse of them would need to be silenced immediately.

Vreenak shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on his desk.  Sitting down heavily, he leaned back and sighed.  The past few days had been trying but tonight he was due to spend the evening with you.  Nothing made him happier or more calm than knowing you were on your way.  It had been ages since he had found someone as compatible, and your presence was like a fresh wind on his face.  He felt awoken and alive when he was with you, brimming with excitement about what was to come next, rather than the dull fatigue he felt with others.  You always surprised him and surprising Vreenak was something that no one else could do.  

Pushing himself forward to lean on his desk he noticed an envelope on it.  

“What is this?”  He remarked as he picked up the heavy envelope.

Your scent was evident on the paper causing Vreenak’s grin to expand.  He carefully opened the envelope and your delicious perfume washed over him.

“Mmmhmmmm….”   He exhaled, the edges of his mouth curling upwards.  

As he slid his long fingers into the envelope, he could feel a thick packet of paper.  Pulling it out, more photographs spilled onto his desk.

“What is this?”  He breathed as he picked up the glossy photographs.

Vreenak’s eyes widened.  These photographs were subtle, gorgeous pictures taken by your hand, highlighting various body parts that Vreenak relished kissing.  A slight green flush washed over his face as he studied each photo carefully.

“You wicked thing.”  His voice rumbled as his smile grew wider. 

Flipping through each photograph, he came to the last one and his heart swelled.  It was your face, staring at him through the lens, as if you were able to see through the photograph into Vreenak’s soul.  Vreenak focused on how the light captured your eyes.  His breath hitched in his throat and he felt his soul still.  

This is what he loved most about you.  Your gorgeous, soul stealing eyes.  They had captured Vreenak on day one and never relinquished their grasp.  

Idly turning the photo around in his fingers, he noticed some writing on the back of the picture of your face.  It was a poem.  One of your beautiful heartfelt poems.  Vreenak rolled his shoulder and leaned further back in the chair, taking in every word of your gorgeous handwriting.  

“I love you so much that I would die and burn myself for you!”  The poem finished.

Vreenak sighed and closed his eyes.  Bringing the photo closer to his face, he took in a deep breath of your scent and released a soft moan.  Tilting his head to the side he opened his eyes and grinned.

Without a second thought, Vreenak hit the comms button on his wrist.  His personal assistant, answered.

“Yes Iihai?”  They answered.

“Cancel all my appointments tomorrow.”  Vreenak said quickly.

“But Illhai, you have several meetings with the ambassador of…”

“I know.”  Vreenak cut them off.  “Move them to the day after.  Tell them I am otherwise occupied and am not to be disturbed.”  

“Acknowledged.”  His assistant knew better than to disagree with Vreenak and closed the comm.

Vreenak grinned and took a sip of Kali Fal as he stood.  

Pressing the comm button on his personal computer, his eyes grew wide at the site of you on the other side of the screen.

“Good evening e’lev.”  He said deeply.  “I am looking forward to seeing you tonight."

You responded in kind and Vreenak continued.

"I received your gifts….and was hoping you might help me recreate these photos in person. I have blocked off all of tonight and tomorrow for this...reenactment.”  

The giggle you gave in response lit up his heart.

“Come and get me then.”  You responded with a slight tilt of your head.

"I'm on my way." He said as he closed the comm with a wolfish grin.

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[spacevoids]

The Bond

masterlist

🖖 tw: Mentioned death, mention of vomit, graphic descriptions of injuries 🖖 Angst with happy ending, Hurt & Comfort, Fluff, Found Family, Slow Burn 🖖 OC x Senator Letant 🖖 First-Person POV 🖖 Summary and Prompts: When a ship is found with a sos signal, Anna investigates and finds a Romulan escape pod with one sole survivor, a child. 🖖 2,308 words 🖖 AO3 crossover link: The Bond

A/N: I had read a fic that mentioned Vulcan's creating links to family that they can feel the emotions of and its most prevalent to children to aid them in controlling their emotions. What if Romulans had something similar? Aka newly orphaned Romulan child creates a bond with their savior and refuses to leave their side. All Rihannsu is from the dictionary or translator when available. This will have multiple parts!

Rihannsu Dictionary: lloann'mhrahel - Federation

The cockpit of the Danube runabout was mostly quiet, soft beeps every now and again of a sensor picking up minor debris such as rocks or various metals. I shifted in the pilot seat, leaning over the console to tap the coordinates for Deep Space Nine into the navigation and flicking autopilot on. A soft sigh left my lips as I fell back into my chair, my arms ached from hand plucking Makara Herbs, enough to fill 3 large bins as requested by Dr. Julian Bashir aboard the station for a restock. Bajoran's that resided on the station often used the herbs to help with pregnancies and for those who come into contact with the prophet orbs. I needed a break from the constant buzz of the station and offered my botanist services and relative good standing with the Bajoran people to head down to the planet myself and hand pick the herbs.

A copy of an old earth novel rested on my lap, 'The Hobbit' by J.R.R. Tolkien, a fantasy book and a classic. It wasn't long into my chapter that my runabout's console lit up in an urgent repetitive message, an SOS being sent out from nearby. I sat up quickly and all but slapped the screen to answer the hail "Hello? This is Anna Barnes, how may I assist you?" I call out, willing the adrenaline rushing through my veins to not stumble my words.

Silence. As if I never even answered, the SOS kept a steady beat, blipping on my view screen. I clicked over to the runabouts long range scanners to bring up the distressed vessel, a sharp gasp left me. What appeared to be a Romulan escape pod was floating in space, heavily damaged, and from the flickering appearance, had a cloaking device that wasn't fully operational.

"H-Hey there, I know we aren't on the friendliest of terms, but I can bring you onboard, your vessel doesn't look stable enough to remain there." I call out, waiting and hoping for an answer. The only response was the blood rushing in my ears. I'm a civilian, I may have heard of battles being fought and the deaths that come from it, but I have no experience with it first hand and I really didn't want to get a taste today. On the otherhand, I cant just sit here while there may be people aboard that escape pod in serious trouble.

I clear my throat "Would it be acceptable if I came aboard? I have a medki-" A green field flickered, and the pod remained fully visible, now just floating, a gentle spin to the ship the only movement it produced. The cloak was now fully disabled, and if the green hue was their shields going down then perhaps someone was on board! Maybe they can't communicate back, the timing is too perfect, and I can't just stand here any longer.

I shuffled around the cockpit, grabbing my jacket and the com-badge given by Commander Sisko, or as I knew him - Ben. Slipping them both on as I hurried to the back and pulled the emergency med-kit from the wall. Slipping the strap over my shoulder and across my body, I step onto the transporter behind the cockpit and clicked my com-badge "Computer energize to Romulan Escape Vessel at-" I looked over at the view screen and read out the coordinates. Blue particles filled my vision and when they dispersed I could hear a loud blaring alarm, a green flashing and lighting up the damaged vessel.

"Hello?" I call out, taking a few tentative steps as I take in the full extent of the damage. The main console is shattered, a fire in its belly and glass litters the ground, crunching beneath my boots. A pipe is off the wall and hissing steam at the ceiling. Walking around the shattered console and nearly tripping, I catch myself on an overturned chair thats singed and torn open. At my feet is a foot, attached to a deceased Romulan man, green blood coats what is left of his face. Hair is burnt off and deep green lacerations mark up the right side of his face, neck, shoulder, and chest. Thick green blood oozes from the wounds, some splattering is dried with a few main streams darkening his uniform. Along his chest I can see the white of his bones, 2 ribs are visible under the burnt meat. 'He must have been sitting at the console when it exploded' slapping a hand over my mouth and forcing the vomit back down into my throat, I stand on shaky legs. "Oh my stars..." I whisper, blinking tears away. A cough sounds off behind the cockpit, and I rush to the back of the vessel "Hello? Hello! I'm here to help, please, I only want to help" I cry, frantically looking around the debris and into the side rooms - or what use to be operational rooms.

"Here" A woman calls out, weak and raspy, echoing down the long corridor of beyond the cockpit. I waste no time, jumping over pipes and sliding under fallen beams, tearing the fabric of my pants and skinning my knee on the debris-ridden floor "I'm here, where are you?" I call, facing 3 closed doors in front of me, hissing in slight pain as my knee makes its injury known. A coughing fit could be heard behind the door in the middle followed by loud banging of metal on metal. BANG BANG BANG-BANG BANG The door was stuck but with enough adrenaline driven force I was able to pry it open, a loud THUNK echoed in the room as the heavy doors fell in place, smoke poured out of the room and pooling around my feet and waist. A hot blast of air rushes to meet me as the red and orange of flames dances against the far wall, catching the drapes on the viewport and various papers littering the room.

Waving my hands to clear some of the thick smoke from my face, I could see the foggy image of a woman laid on the ground, a broken pipe on clutched in her hand that she was banging into the floor, half of her body was stuck beneath a fallen beam, the other half was shakily propped up on her forearm. "Shit!" I cry as the ship rumbles, forcing me to the ground. 'It won't last much longer' I crawled to the woman and just barely manage to drag the beam from her body, a smaller set of legs poked out from beneath her, and fluffy hair from beneath her visibly broken arm that's holding a cloth over their face. A child.

"lloann'mhrahel..." she mumbled in Rihannsu, looking at my borrowed com-badge, green blood dripping from her forehead and down her face to her chin, splattering on the floor where a puddle was forming. "I uhm- I don't know what that means, but I mean no harm! We have to get out of here, I don't know how much longer this ship will last." I ramble, reaching out before hesitating, recalling the most basic information I have on Vulcanoid species - you are really not supposed to touch them. "M-May I?" I whisper, holding my hands out, one hovering over her arm and the other over the child's ankle. A weak nod is all I get before her eyes roll back and she collapses.

I smack the com-badge and grip both parties "Computer, three to energize". The blue particles fill my vision again before the Danube runabout's familiar interior greets me with its tan walls and blue chairs of the cockpit. Just as I resume the course for Deep Space Nine, my vessel is violently rocked as the escape pod explodes, shrapnel flying through space. 'Any longer and we all would've been goners...' I can't help but think with a shudder. Turning to the two Romulans I carefully lift the woman, placing her heavily injured body in the copilot chair, holding the switch to convert it into a laying position. The child is still unconscious as I lift him, his small body folding into my side as I place him in the chair beside who I assume is his mother. He groans and turns his head but remains unconscious, his tiny pointed eyebrows scrunching before smoothing again.

I slid back into the pilot seat, shaking hands tapping the hail button 'Please please please' I flip the lid of the med-kit and pull out the tricoder, running it over the woman. "You've reached Deep Space Nine, this is Lieutenant Dax, welcome back Anna!" Jadzia's cheerful voice chirps through the coms. I gulp and review the tricorders report, definitely internal injuries, broken bones, cracked skull "Dax get Julian, I have two Romulans that are heavily injured - they-they uh- fuck!" I look over and see the blue seat stained with the Romulan woman's green blood. I chuck my jacket from my shoulders, placing the combadge on the console, and apply pressure to the open head wound the woman is sporting. "Anna, honey, what happened?" Dax asks, beeping of her console coming over the coms line. Tears drip down my face "I'll tell you when I get there, am I in range yet?" I croak, taking a deep breath and swallowing some of the anxiety building, pushing the lump in my throat down. "Just about, hold for transport to medbay. Julian has been notified and is awaiting your arrival. Hey, Anna, it's going to be okay" She sounds so confident, so sure.

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The medbay is a flurry of beeps and alarms as the woman is hooked up, her child in a medbed beside her, his monitor shows he is relatively stable. My green soaked jacket rests over my arm as I stand just outside the door, watching as Julian flies around the woman, hyposprays, scans, his tricorder glues to his hand and his eyes keeping constant watch of her monitor as he works on her.

A hand comes to rest on my shoulder, Dax coming beside me with a grim smile "Hey there, how are you doing?" She asks, gently coaxing me from the medbay window to sit on a bench just inside the entrance. My lip wobbles, eyebrows scrunching, as I try not to cry "The most violence I've been around was working on a farm, natural predators and the like. I've never seen anything like this..." I whisper, long red hair falling in front of my eyes, fanning and making a soft shield, blocking my view of the door where a woman is fighting for her life and one of my good friends is trying his best to help her fight. Dax nods and sighs "It never gets easier, and it shouldn't" Her hand comes to rest on my knee, drawing my attention where she is staring me down "I'm serious, this anxiety is normal, this empathy and sympathy - they are a part of you Anna, any good person would be feeling like this" She says, a smile gracing her lips.

The medbay doors swished open and a defeated looking Julian slowly stepped out 'No...' I stand quickly, hands flying to my lips "Julian?" I ask, his name coming out small and fractured. Julian lifts his head, he looks so tired "She's mostly stable, I'll be keeping a close watch on her for now, but she isn't out of the woods just yet. I've placed her into an induced coma for now" He informs us. "What about the boy?" I ask, needing some kind of good news from this awful disaster. Julian's head perked up and a gentle smile worked its way on his face "He is doing just fine, I've kept him unconscious for now, he should wake soon though. Commander Sisko has alerted Romulus, a ship should be on its way to assess the situation." He led the way back into the medbay, the woman looked so peaceful as she slept, a soft beeping from the monitor recording her heart rate and blood pressure.

The young Romulan boy laid on the medbay bed, his small body taking up just under half of its length. He looked much better now, cleaned of the soot and dirt, his eyes remained shut as we approached the bed. "Hes so small" I mumbled, he looked around 4 or 5 by human standards, tiny pointed ears and eyebrows, a small ridge line on his forehead - a characteristic of his race, the biggest tell to diffiniate from their cousins, the Vulcans. "He is quite young. According to the crew manifest from the ship they departed on, they are mother and child alongside their father who I assume is the man you spoke of. He is just freshly 5 years old, the woman is 36." Julian informed us, gesturing to the pair. 'So her husband and his father perished in that disaster. I hope they didn't see the state of him' I tugged a chair over to sit between the beds "I'd like to stay a bit longer please" I ask Julian, searching for any refusal. "I might not know them, but I need to make sure they'll be okay." I whisper, gaze flicking to the peaceful woman. Julain nods and gives a small bow, "Of course." He spins on his heel and exits the room, likely going back to the main area of the medbay.

Dax lingers at the door, watching as I take my seat between the family, "They're alive because of you" She says, her voice filling the room. Theres a proud smile on her face as she leans against the wall, her arms crossed "I'll come get you for lunch later, take your time here." Dax waves as she takes her leave, hands coming to clasp behind her back as she exits the door.

Swish

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Day 30: Hair Pulling - Letant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT AHEAD MINORS AVERT THINE EYES; hair pulling; unprotected P in V sex with a Romulan; sort of dommy Letant | Words: ~680 | Song: Little Mercy - Doomtree

Your knees pressed harder into the plush carpet beneath you as you leaned forward, your tongue gliding across your lower lip eagerly before the deep, emerald tip of Letant’s lok. Hunger flashed in the Senator’s eyes, his peaked Romulan brows furrowed resolutely. A verdant blush colored his cheekbones. One of his hands cupped your jaw, guiding you closer, pressing his tip against your plush lips, encouraging you to open for him. You did so gladly, his heavy length slipping into the heat of your mouth with a familiar ease. His low groan sounded like music in your ears and you pulled him deeper, stabilizing yourself with your hands planted on his bare thighs, his skin warm beneath your palms. 

You built a steady rhythm; over a year into your relationship with Letant, you’d developed a healthy sense of what Letant liked and disliked, what could make his knees buckle, what would have him fucking you harder… 

Flattening your tongue to the underside of his lok as you bobbed your head, you took him as deep into your throat as you could manage. A sharp hiss sounded from above you, your lover’s hips stuttering slightly as his hand slipped into your hair, his fingers grasping hard and twisting, reminding you who was in charge. Pleasure rolled down your spine and a curl of heat pooled in your belly at the sensation of Letant’s dexterous fingers pressed against your scalp. You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for some friction at your core.     

Letant maneuvered you, nudging you forward until your nose grazed the thatch of dark hair at the base of his lok. 

“Oh, yes, e’lev,” he groaned, his head tipping back slightly.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your fingers curled against his thighs as you fought to relax your throat. You gasped as Letant suddenly pulled you off him, gulping as a tear rolled down your cheek. With his free hand, Letant wiped it away, a moment of tenderness before he tugged on your hair, guiding you to stand. In one swift movement, he bent you over the edge of the bed, his fingers finally loosening their grip. His skilful hands played over the expanse of your back with teasing touches and playful grabs of your ass; lulling you into a sense of calm. 

Finally, he soothed the aching in your core, sheathing himself in one swift movement as your paired moans echoed between you. He stilled for a moment and you savored it, the feeling of your Romulan lover joined to you. 

He started slowly, building a rhythm, murmuring praise and proclamations of desire as his hands paraded along the curves of your spine and hips. 

On a final pass of his palms up your spine, he grasped at your hair, his knuckles pressed against the crown of your head, and you clenched around his length at the tightness on your scalp. His tempo increased, pulling your head back as he buried himself in you over and over again. Your back arched into the feeling and suddenly Letant was hitting the perfect spot within you, your limbs quivering in pleasure as wanton moans spilled from your taut throat.   

Letant pulled you along with him, closer and closer to the edge. You took refuge in his control over your body, letting your brain empty itself of everything but the quest toward your climax.

Your body shook, both with pleasure and the momentum of Letant’s thrusts as he slammed into you. With a final tug on your hair, he pulled you up into his arms, his free hand dancing around your clit desperately.

“Come for me, e’lev,” he ordered, his breath hot against the shell of your ear, and you shuddered in his arms as miniature suns flared behind your eyelids, crying out his name as you came. Letant followed closely, his final thrusts punctuated with desperate gasps. As you both panted in each other’s arms, catching your breath with your limbs still shaking, his fingers loosened on your hair and began massaging your scalp, a quiet thank you.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Letant (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Romulans Summary:

A young Romulan has possible futures laid out before him

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I just want to share my Romulan obsession with you :3