May 22, 2025
STAR TREK: PICARD
➢ 1x08 Broken Pieces
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STAR TREK: PICARD
➢ 1x08 Broken Pieces
Gif Request Meme | Star Trek Picard, favorite familial relationship, requested by @reflectingiridescent
Romulan Foreplay - Narissa Rizzo/Laris
A/N: Written for @smubbles-etc 's prompt of 'Languages' .
English Translation: Laris was in love, once. Now though, now she is more, love and lust tangled into a desperate ache. Begging to be loved by Narissa Rizzo, even when she knows the woman is dangerous. She needs her, if she’s honest. Love in threes is easier with Narissa, she was close with the woman, even as she found peace without needing to have another lover. Narissa could love her Commander, Lieutenant Oh, and Laris. Laris needed only Narissa. Narissa and her passion. She needs her, if she’s honest. Love in threes is easier with Narissa, she was close with the woman, even as she found peace without needing to have another lover. Narissa could love her Commander, Lieutenant Oh, and Laris. Laris needed only Narissa. Narissa and her passion. Romulan Translation: Laris ikjrhes ueiik’h’unhr h’levreinnye. Jol, at once, hwill. Valhthealh mrht, valhthealh idhaeiiiaekssrai ‘hh u’ti, h’levreinnye. Jol, aellei lust-devil temporal seijea hvaedroalh endearment h’levreinnye tangled uu’uhh a iumnahna rheis. Rheis. Pleading iudaiht uaefvalhuneitrde’h’n loved htta’nvmniahrei Narissa Rizzo, even hwoimne’liu lokhos aerrhaarhoa idhaeiiiaekssrai knows ehdhihss nviahr ‘hh ih’sanhae. Idhaeiiiaekssrai needs a’e, ve idhaeiiiaekssrai’s daew. H’levreinnye. Jol ueiik’h’unhr threes ‘hh easier swai Narissa, idhaeiiiaekssrai ikjrhes iurrhi swai ehdhihss nviahr, even hwoimne’liu lokhos ru idhaeiiiaekssrai ‘nhdl saith fvirhiass needing iudaiht iekil’eirh u’lli lover. Narissa t h’levreinnye. Jol a’e daise’erei’riov, daise’erein Oh, aellei Laris. Laris needed dvaer Narissa. Narissa aellei a’e passion flower temporal seijea of affection sahe’lagga.
howdy Picard fandom: (whatever may be left of us)
Would y'all be interested in reading a multi-chapter fanfic where I give Narek's story arc closure? There's some shipping with an original character, Narek gets to suffer a chronic illness, he gets mild redemption, and is just under 10,000 words so far.
Release my Multi-chapter Narek Redemption fic?
Hell yeah!! Don't just keep that goodness all to yourself
I personally won't read it, but go for it!!
No, keep it to yourself, thanks.
Do you still do the request thing? :) If so, here is my idea:
"Because you are alive, everything is possible." + Narissa (Surprise surprise ;p)
If not, no problem! Have a great day ♥
I am deeply honored, @wafflingchemist, that you asked me to write something for this character that means so much to you. 💕 I hope you like the result. 🤞
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For those who prefer to read here:
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Note: Hat tip to Orum, the Romulan former Borg in the Voyager episode “Unity.”
Reawakened
A heartbeat is innate, unquestioned.
But as her mind climbs from slumber toward wakefulness — slowly, slowly — the rhythm that fuels Narissa’s lifeblood has changed, found calm.
Her eyes open.
The xB Hugh looks down at her, ringed by other xBs — abominations, things, not people, their thick boots on the hard floor she pushes herself up from, her newfound heartbeat quickening, her fingers grasping for a weapon at her waist that isn’t there.
“I disarmed you.” The xB Hugh’s mismatched eyes seem to assess her. “I’ll admit to some doubts over whether to save your life. But I knew the healing power of nanoprobes, plus some neuroelectric isopulses, could fix your cellular degradation and injuries. So the group of us discussed it and decided to go ahead — after making sure you didn’t have the means to try to kill anyone else.”
That’s right. She killed the xB Hugh — clearly not permanently. And … and the xB Seven pushed her into the chasm within the cube, Narissa’s arms and legs drifting upward as she fell, air rushing past her cheeks, her last thoughts of Ramdha and the fear that Narek wouldn’t care for her properly.
And now Narissa stands at the bottom of the chasm, strong, unafraid. She’ll find Ramdha — a broken woman on a broken cube — and they’ll escape. But xBs are in the way, so Narissa’s fists curl, ready to fight, but … what’s wrong with Narissa’s right fist?
She looks at her hand.
Silver tubules are spiderwebbed down each of her fingers, gleaming technology that crisscrosses her knuckles and curls around her wrist before dipping delicately into her forearm.
“As I said,” the xB Hugh stands in front of her, firm, unwavering, “the same nanoprobes that saved my life saved yours. You’re not Borg — no connection to the hive mind. But Borg technology is the reason you’re alive right now, and it can — not always, but sometimes — leave after-effects.”
Narissa is part synthetic.
She could try to tear the silvery exoskeleton from her hand.
But the concept is as repugnant as removing an actual hand.
No, this can’t be what Narissa has become. She’s worked for too many years to protect the galaxy, to heed the warning of the Admonition … the warning … the warning wasn’t meant for organic minds, her nanoprobe-enhanced brain can decode the messages more clearly now, the fear of organics, not synthetics, and the solution is to live together.
This isn’t a trick.
This isn’t a lie.
For the first time … ever … the truth is clear.
Narissa’s index fingers — Borg on one side, Romulan on the other — press to her temples because it’s too much information too quickly, a lifetime of learned beliefs to untangle from misinformation, paranoia, and fear.
The xB Hugh extends his hand, a human gesture of greeting and trust.
Narissa does not want to shake his hand.
She should shake his hand. He saved her life, which has given her insights that she lacked.
But she does not want to shake his hand.
“It’s …” Narissa’s voice is different — lower, more gentle, “it’s not possible to stop hating in an instant.”
The xB Hugh … no, just Hugh … doesn’t pull back his hand. “Because you are alive, everything is possible. Even if it takes time.”
And Narissa, whose heartbeat for so long was fueled by disgust and dread for any form of synthetic life, may not be ready to shake Hugh’s hand today.
But she can see how one day, perhaps soon, she will.
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i know shes evil. i KNOW shes evil. but shes also v hot so i am willing to put aside the murderous tendancies