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spenglersglasses · 2 months

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✨🧪MASTER FIC LIST☄️✨

Complete List of links and tags for works posted on AO3!

Click on the name of fic to read! If you don't see something you are interested in, please feel free to send an ask when open as well as commission me through the heart mug site. Link in pinned post on main blog @copiousloverofcopia or carrd info at the bottom of this post!

Updates:

I will be adding more as I go. Check them out if you’re into Egon Spengler, Weyoun, Milton Dammers, Herbert West (like all Jeffrey Combs content lol), fluff and smut, you know all the things lol. Fics are listed by main Character featured in them, if it's a duo fic then the fic is listed under BOTH of them.

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Egon Spengler

Multi-Chapter Works:

🧫Observations in Love (ONGOING) >>> Egon & OC Molly Webber Things have fallen on hard times for the members of the Ghostbusters when the memory of saving the world from the threat of supernatural destruction fades in the minds of the city. Now, with each of them going their separate ways, Egon joins up with another scientist to share a lab so he can continue his experiments. When an innocent mistake by his lab mate leads to a mix up that could mean big consequences for Egon, he must choose whether or not to reveal the truth to Molly, the test subject or keep it secret forever. (NSFW-Fluff/Romance/Accidental Lovers/Pregnancy/Semi-canon following)

One Off Works:

The Twinkie Experiment No turning back now, you had already agreed to it. Agreed to whatever it was the dear former Ghostbuster and his newfound friend from Arkham would ask of you. You were more than happy to participate, that was until you took the first step onto the stoop leading to the lab. Only then you hesitated—breath quickening and your nerves firing from all sides. (NSFW-Breeding/Pregnancy/Three-way/Reader)

Weyoun

Multi-Chapter Works:

☄️Diplomacy (ONGOING) >>> Weyoun & Chercut Ara (Reader) As a Bajoran crew member of Deep Space Nine you know you should loathe the Dominion and their diplomat Weyoun. Despite everything, you are drawn to him and though you have tried to deny it everything changes when he comes to you with a proposition. (NSFW-Enemies to Lovers/Romance/Angst/Breeding/Pregnancy/Reader)

Milton Dammers

Multi-Chapter Works:

🕯️An Unlikely Pair (ONGOING) >>> Dammers & OC Zoey Weston Special Agent turned paranormal private investigator; Milton Dammers has mysteriously risen from the dead (after the events of the film), finding himself in a body bag in the morgue of the Fairwater Medical Center. Dammers has no idea of how he got back just glimpses of a woman dressed in black, haunting his mind. Now years after his mysterious return to physical form, he has continued his investigations into the occult and spiritual disturbances of the quiet town with the help of Frank Banister, who has become an unlikely friend. When one fateful meeting puts Zoey Westin in his path, Milton's life and changes forever. (NSFW-Romance/Angst/Pregnancy/Paranormal/Gore/Violence)

Herbert West

Multi-Chapter Works:

💉Playing God (Coming Soon!) >>> Herbert West & Danielle Cain When Miskatonic University medical student Danielle Cain rents a room to a newly transferred classmate Herbert West, upon his transfer from Switzerland her life turns upside down. Turns out West is a bit of a mad scientist, wanting to create life—at any cost. (NSFW-Angst/Romance/Gore/Violence/Horror/Breeding/Gender-swapped Dan/Semi-canon following)

One Off Works:

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fortheloveoflatinum · 11 months

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak

Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak

Additional Tags: First Time, Oblivious Julian Bashir, Horny Julian Bashir, Awkward Julian Bashir, Dramatic Elim Garak, Gentle Sex, Bottom Julian Bashir, Top Elim Garak, POV Julian Bashir, Gentle Kissing, Gentleness, Love, Falling In Love, No Sex, Almost, Tenderness, Love Confessions, Declarations Of Love, Idiots in Love, Feels, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Romance, Awkward Romance, Sleeping Together, Foreplay

Summary:

Garak has spent the night touching Julian like he's porcelain - something breakable and infinitely precious.

Julian confronts it about it, and Garak explains that Julian is precious to him; immeasurably so.

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vulgarvulcan · 3 months

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i adore in fics when people find out about julian’s enhancements and then julian lets down his guard and people can see an actual a change, like suddenly there’s something unfamiliar about him? something much deeper and mature? not because everything about julian before the revelation has been a SHAM or anything, i just like the idea of all these intelligent people having totally underestimated julian, the young, naive doctor, when really julian’s been one step ahead of them the whole time, letting them see him a certain way. the concept of others finally getting to see they had the wrong idea, especially back when they sort of saw julian as somewhat less than, the whole time. it’s about that moment of oh. he’s been the smartest guy in the room the whole time. them suddenly not seeing naivety, but seeing power. that. i like that.

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t-saan · 7 months

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Terok Nor gothic

Since the original post seemed to have made a few people happy, here is part 2.

• There are voles in the acces tunnels. You get rid of them. Sometimes, you hear things moving in the walls. There are voles in the acces tunnels.

• There is a major Bajoran holiday coming up. Every time you ask someone what is it about, you get a different answer. Most of them are contradictory. Eventually, the day comes. Kai Winn is fistfighting Commander Sisko on the Promenade. People are cheering.Major Kira says that it is the will of the Prophets. Gul Dukat is also there for some reason.

• There is one replimat on the Promenade which always gives you a serving of yamok sauce with your order. It is not programmed to do it. In fact, all the replimats operate on the same system and only this one does it. You slowly begin to like yamok sauce.

• The Cardassian anthem is blasting through the intercom system. Everyone is on the thin edge between a complete mental collapse and hunting Chief O'Brian and the entire engineering crew down with a laser torch for their inability to fix it. The Cardassian tailor denies hearing anything at all, but he is humming along the entire time. Someone calls Gul Dukat. The moment he beams onto the station, the noise is gone. He leaves, complaining about Federation pranks. The second he is gone, the music is back.

• The security systems are running amok. Commander Sisko calls Gul Dukat. Bajorans are demanding some long lost artifact back from Terok Nor, but nobody knows where it is. Commander Sisko calls Gul Dukat. Commander Sisko struggles with his love life. He calls-

• You are stationed on Deep Space 9. Your mailing adress is Terok Nor. Terok Nor doesn’t exist any more. Your mail is always delivered on time. You are stationed on Terok Nor.

• The water in the shower has two default settings - hot and hotter. You manage to turn it down, eventually. The concerned voice of Gul Dukat begins lecturing you on the risk of space pneumonia from the intercom. There is a cup of hot tea and a blanket in the replicator. Trurly, the State cares for you.

• You cut your arm badly while crawling through an access tunnel. You go to the infirmary to see doctor Bashir. He is not there. You go to look for him in the Cardassian tailor's shop. He is not there either, but in his absence, the tailor offers to stitch you up. You politely refuse. He insists. In the end, you get a new shirt, stitches, and a crash-course in hotwiring shuttlecrafts. Doctor Bashir shows up eventually. He is dressed for tennis.

• There is a saying on Terok Nor, that if you say Gul Dukat's name three times in front of an intercom, he will appear. Everyone, including Dukat, is at loss as to why it happens.

• The one time someone spilled the Chef of Security onto a carpet during a surprise fire drill is not discussed. Ever.

• Most of the station is not in use. It is easy to get lost in the corridors, or the ore processing facilities, or the old interrogation rooms. There are no interrogation rooms on Terok Nor. There have never been any interrogation rooms on Terok Nor.

• Everyone is secretly jealous of the Cardassian uniforms. They are OSHA compliant, fire resistant, have pockets and don’t look like pajamas. You also don't have to entirely take them off just to go to the bathroom.

• You saw a tailor take out twenty armed men with a toothpick and an empty kanar bottle. He was drunk and bickering with Gul Dukat the entire time. Nobody back home believes you.

• Something is curating your literary experiences. Onr day, you leave your PADD with 'Sweet love on Andor' open. When you pick it up a few hours later, it's changed to 'The Never Ending Sacrifice'. In original Cardassian. You read it anyway. It’s been a few years since that would have made a difference.

• One time, you had to go through the wormhole ten times in the span of an hour. When you came back, all socks in your drawer had the seam the other way round. You asked your friend about it. They said all socks always looked like that. You are quite sure you switched universes at sone point that day, but you didn't do anything about it. The new socks are better by far.

#terok nor gothic #ds9 gothic #deep space 9 gothic #star trek deep space nine #star trek gothic #star trek ds9 #cardassians #star trek headcanon #star trek fanfiction

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charlesemersonwinchesteriii · 11 months

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YOU ARE SO WRONG YOU STUPID TWINK. GET FORESHADOWED IDIOT.

#thousands of fanfiction authors and also Mr. Robinson and Mr. Siddig: Oh Yes You Are Too Going To Cardassia ^_^#to be fair this is from back in s4 from uhhh that episode where Kira brings Ziyal back to DS9 that I just watched and already forg--OH WAIT #RETURN TO GRACE that's it #garashir #Starky's Original Posts #tbh I also love postcanon fics where Julian doesn't go to Cardassia and he and Garak end up somewhere else though I know it's not #nearly as popular #I think it actually makes perfect sense for Julian to end up on Cardassia entirely independent of his relationship with Garak #I just like also exploring an ending where Garak doesn't get to (or; gasp; even maybe CHOOSES not to) go back to Cardassia #cause I feel like there's a variety of reasons that would/could happen!#does anybody else have a fondness for some nonstandard garashir endgame settings #Star Trek: Deep Space 9 #god Starfleet Spouse Garak is so funny to me. and bittersweet and fascinating and triumphant in a way!!! but mostly so so so funny.

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creature-of-the-stars · 4 months

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Phantasma

Chapter 1 -> read here 👻

Vreenak/ F OC

Synopsis: A Starfleet officer experiences problems with her runabout and makes an emergency stop at Empok Nor. The dusty station has been abandoned for years, there's not a single living thing in sight (no, not even a vole). However, the Lieutenant soon finds out she isn't alone.

So, this is the Vreenak fic I was supposed to do by Halloween, but - obviously - didn't 🤦🏽‍♀️. Also, I had eye surgery awhile back and just recently got to a point where I could read/write on a digital device without pain. It felt like someone was pushing my eyes out from the inside of my head if I spent more than five min looking at a backlit screen - thankfully, that's passing!

Tag list (let me know if I left you off because it's been so long, I have completely forgotten who is on my list): @deepspacedukat@darkmattervibes @starrynightgardens @bigblissandlove1 @emilie786 @sleepycat82 @indignantlemur @emochook (I saw your review already, lovely 💜, but I wanted to include you for completeness), @romulanhorsegirl @horta-in-charge

Also...Happy New Years!!! 🥂

#star trek #star trek ds9 #ao3 #fanfiction #romulan #romulans #romance #senator vreenak #vreenak #in the pale moonlight #ds9 #alien romance #romulan/human #interspecies romance #fiction #romantic #love story #star trek deep space nine #star trek deep space 9

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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 2 months

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Summary: Garak apologises after the events of The Wire, and Julian invites him in for dinner. Neither of them can decide whether this is a good idea. --- Series covering Garak and Bashir's secret relationship on Deep Space Nine, starting after The Wire.

Author: pyrrhic_victory

Note from submitter: One thing I love about this is that it also looks at everything we know about the characters and applies it from the beginning. So it's also a rewrite that looks at the effects of Julian being an augment.

#official fic poll #haveyoureadthisfic #pollblr #fanfiction #tumblr polls #fanfic #fandom poll #fandom culture #internet culture #the danger of intimacy #deep space 9 #deep space nine #star trek ds9 #garashir #garak x bashir #star trek

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juulsbashir · 6 days

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WOE, CHAPTER TWO OF MY GARASHIR FAKE MARRIAGE FIC BE UPON YE

It's embarrassing that the Circumstances forced there to be a 4 month gap between chapter 1 and chapter 2 but we're back and more ready to see these two fuck than ever.

#star trek ds9 #ds9 #star trek #deep space 9 #julian bashir #elim garak #garashir #star trek fanfiction #fanfic #juuls posts

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ladyylavenderrr · 7 days

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If he can’t find a joke, he can perhaps find some truth in Garak’s claim.

He starts examining Garak’s head with the tricorder again. He ups the sensitivity, presses the device against every little cranial crevice, stands at different angles, resets it when it gives him the same results again and again. Not a trace of any kind of dangerous foreign body. It would be easier for Garak to be correct, for this conspiracy he’s continuing to describe to the group to be true. Because then Julian could find some kind of solution to solve the issue, by force if necessary.

But this is not an issue he can brute force his way through.

So he tries to make what he needs to be true a reality, looks over and over again. He tries to force a peg into the wrong hole. Is that what Garak is doing too?

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In which Julian takes Garak’s claims about Starfleet Intelligence implanting a neural transponder in his head a little more seriously

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Chapter 1 of my “Garak goes through a psychotic episode” fic is up!!!

#star trek #ds9 #deep space nine #elim garak #julian bashir #garashir #deep space 9 #psychosis #ao3 #fic #fanfiction

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unknownfacelessfanfictions · 9 months

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I Can't Help, Falling In Love With You

Pairing: Senator Letant x gen!reader Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Words: 0.9K Summary: Sometimes just a fraction of a moment in peace with the person that counts the most in the whole universe can sooth the mind of one troubled soul. Song: I can't help falling in love with you, by Elvis Presley

Letant loved his profession and he had never made much of a secret of it. It excited him and made his blood boil, in a positive sense, to argue, to compromise, which at best worked out in his favour, and to see his achievements blossom before him. It had, to the surprise of many, nothing to do with ego or arrogance. He honestly enjoyed it when he could help and that service was then also in favour of the Empire.

On the other hand, Letant didn't want to fool himself. His work was not easy. He was often away from home because he had to stay late at the Senate or even travel across the galaxy, and the amount of overtime he worked took on such a mass of digits that he didn't even want to think about it. It weighed on him, though not as much as it did his spouse.

They tried their best not to let it show, to keep him from feeling guilty, but he knew of their grief. He could see the sad, if well-hidden, glimmer in their eyes when they said goodbye to him when he had to leave again. He could see the incredible relief on their face when he returned to them unharmed, knowing that he had once again survived a day in this profession that had already cost the lives of many. But much more he could feel it himself when he took their hand in his, when he pressed a kiss against their temple or let his hands run up and down their arms.

They missed him, they cared about him and didn't want to let him go. And all because they had fallen in love with him.

Letant still did not know what had earned him this honour, but he had already known when he had seen them standing on the promenade and had managed to make the changeling in charge of security laugh that they were special.

However, as he now turned his gaze to his right where they were still curled deep in slumber in the blanket, their head resting on his chest, he knew he was thanking all the elements to be able to have them with him. Individual rays of light filtered into their bedroom through the curtains, bathing them in a brilliant golden light, which emphasised their calm features, and Letant gently stroked their hair. Birdsong, which his mate said was similar to that of a song thrush, sounded from outside and he looked at them lovingly.

These were the moments he lived for and through which he knew he had done everything right in his life. Well, maybe not everything, but everything that had led him to this moment. Letant appreciated these moments, the moments when he could take a deep breath and just enjoy the presence of them without worrying about what would come next and what hurdles he had to overcome. Now, at this moment, he could be perfectly content to lie in their bed, his partner in his right arm, a book in his left hand and stroking their hair from time to time.

Absently, he had started humming softly, which he hadn't noticed right away because he had been doing it subconsciously. Now, however, when he became aware of it, he also recognised the melody he was humming to himself.

It was an old Earth song that they had taught him. He wasn't normally a big supporter of earth music, but he had to admit that he was quite fond of it, not because of the artist or the song itself, but more because of the moments when he had heard it.

Letant remembered that the song had floated up from one of the restaurants to the promenade when he had first seen them. By chance, it was also playing when he asked her out, on their first date, on their second, on their third, until it had become their song. It played in the background in their quarters when they first kissed, he had let it play when he asked for their hand in marriage and eventually they had even danced to it at their wedding.

So no, earth music was still not something Letant appreciated. The memories he associated with that song, however, were immeasurably valuable to him.

He didn't know exactly how long he lay there, reading the book, humming their song on an endless loop while his right hand slid over their hair, though they seemed to be slowly waking up too, because at some point, soft singing started to sound from beside him. It was sleepy and a little slurred and they couldn't for the life of them hit all the notes, but that didn't matter. They were there with him, to enjoy this moment of peace.

„Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?“

Letant pressed a kiss to their forehead and slowly turned back to his book, but he did not stop humming under any circumstances, which encouraged them not to interrupt their singing either.

He smiled slightly as he sensed the calmness of their mind. Letant might not always be at home and perhaps he would die in the line of duty, however he knew that it was worth these moments, these small moments, just fragments in this vast universe that seemed to have no meaning. Letant knew that wherever he might be, he would always call a place home and could always find refuge in two arms.

Always.

„Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you.“

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@bigblissandlove1 still not sure, if you want to be tagged in all Star Trek stuff, so I'm just gonna do it

#star trek #star trek deep space 9 #star trek ds9 #star trek ds9 fanfiction #senator letant #letant x reader #senator letant x reader #letant

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ensignsimp · 3 months

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Ensigns Log: Stardate 202420117.00

Sadly due to an error in my attempt to back up my account. Through marvelous teamwork by my janky old computer in partnership with my cats, anxiety, and lack of coding ability; my main Tumblr account was destroyed along with my secondary account (ensignsimp / unofficialshippinglog).

I should have the blog fixed and any lost media restored. It will take a while due to everything being written in pen and paper. (I knew I still did that for a reason.) However, there were a lot of things in my drafts that have been lost including the final installment of "Starry Eyed". Which on the bright side will allow me to fix a few spelling mistakes and add some extra layers. This has also prompted me to open an AO3 account for this blog.

If you were a fan and enjoyed my work please follow this new blog, send me a message, and/or a repeat request! Thank you so much for your patience, I am so sorry this happened.

-EnsignSimp

Thank you @deepspacedukat and @jar-of-moondust for all of your help and support in the early blog I hope you will continue!

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fortheloveoflatinum · 10 months

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That Feeling When....

You start a fanfiction with the very best of intentions but then realize several things in quick succession:

💔 You are responsible for waaayy too many writing projects to continue on this particular one because:

☕️ It's dark and too heavy for your fragile soul but:

🗝️ You are very willing to give someone else the keys to your kingdom:

💞 Free story idea - to a good home - for all the folx out there looking for a prompt or some inspiration:

Fandom: DS9; Pairing: Garashir

I envisioned a sort of epistolary work but feel free to take it wherever you want:

Wherever he went, Garak saw Julian.

In the curve of light glinting off the newly erected statue of Damar, depicted crushing a writhing sea of changelings underfoot. In the generosity of the baker, when Garak ordered a dozen sweets and he’d throw in an extra one. “It’s a new recipe! Just a taste. Tell me how you like it!” And invariably, he found Julian in the filling sweetness of the bread, in the tartness of the pastries filled with just-ripe fruit – and in the melancholy he felt when they were all finished and his rations for the week had run out.

He knew he shouldn’t spend most of them at the bakery, but bread was enough for a man to live upon – and besides, the baker reminded him of Julian. Then again, everything reminded him of the love he’d left behind. He couldn’t sit down for a meal, couldn’t read a book, couldn’t go to sleep without being haunted by the things they’d left unspoken in the air between them.

As one of the highest members of the new Parliament, he knew he was setting a poor example when he left Cardassia without resigning his commission, with only vague plans to return: plans that grew feebler by the moment as he set course for Bajor.

⭐️

“Elim Garak,” Quark greeted him. “A face I’d never thought I’d see again. And believe me, if I had never seen you again, it would have been too soon.”

“It’s just Garak,” the other reminded him. “Plain, simple-”

“Garak?” Came a voice from behind them.

And Garak, despite having come to hear just those words from Julian, was at a loss.

“You didn’t write,” Julian accused.

“On the contrary,” Garak assured him. “I did; I just failed to send the letters I wrote, though I assure you-”

“One year, seven months, three weeks and six days. And not once did you write.”

“Julian,” Garak said as the other turned to walk away. “Wait.”

“What could you possibly have to say to me?” Julian hissed.

“More than you know,” Garak said, handing Julian a PADD, which the other wrenched away from him, being careful not to let their fingers brush in the process, as if Garak’s touch alone would scald. “Please. Read at least a few of the letters. I won’t ask anything else of you.”

“Good, because I wouldn’t give it to you. Now get out of my bar.”

“Technically, it’s my bar,” Quark interrupted. “It’s called Quark’s, you know. Not Bashir’s.”

“You are not helping, Quark,” said Julian, voice tight. The year and a half since Garak had last seen him had aged him. Garak wanted to rewind the tape, reclaim that time, rekindle the spark in Julian that seemed to have dimmed.

“We could argue semantics all day, Doctor. But you’d have to settle your tab first. I know I might not be helping, but that’s only because you’re not paying.”

Julian stormed off without looking back, and Garak watched him leave, a horrible premonitory feeling overtaking him.

“He has a tab?” Garak asked.

“Maybe,” Quark said, shrugging.

Garak discretely slid a strip of latinum in Quark’s direction. “You see, Garak, that’s one of the few things I like about you. You speak my language.” He tapped on the strip. “Julian’s tab? Easily ten times this. Give or take a few slips, and when I say give or take, I mean give.”

“But why?” Garak asked.

“You poor besotted fool. It’s going to cost you a lot more than latinum than this to figure that one out.”

“I’ll pay Julian’s tab,” Garak said, voice pinched. That amount of latinum would halve his bank account. Times were lean on Cardassia.

“You know, as tempting as that is, I’ve never liked you very much. You spent the better part of a decade complaining that you couldn’t return to your beloved Cardassia and finally, the promised land reopens to you. And yet, you arrive to find it changed, and now you’re back here, which means one of two things. Either Julian will finally stop coming in here to cry about you over too much syntheol, or I’ll have to spend the rest of his sorry life listening to him rant and rave about what could have been. Either way, it brings down my profit margin.” Quark started to sulk.

“You mean Julian has been coming here? Alone? To complain about me?” Garak inquired.

“Yes, for a year and a half, as your dear Doctor so generously reminded us.”

“I didn’t know the situation had grown so…” “Dire? Desperate? You’d better hope that there’s a patron saint of lost causes, Garak, because you’re going to need their help.”

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crowfootwrites · 10 months

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New Arrival [Odo x Fem!Reader]

Ok, y'all. I've done it. I've hyperfixated on Star Trek so hard that I got back to writing fanfiction. 😅 Please go easy on me - upon checking, the last time I wrote/published any fanfic was December of 2021. Is this my best work? Certainly not, lol, but hopefully it's not terrible. This is my first time writing anything in the Star Trek fandom and as of now, I've only watched TNG, First Contact, and I'm working my way through DS9 now. I love it, I love the characters, and I'm hoping the inspiration lasts for a long while! 💕

Odo is, without a doubt, one of my favorite DS9 characters - he's my favorite lil grump and after I watched his interactions with Taya in "Shadowplay", I was inspired to write this!

Warnings: briefly losing your child in a crowd; single parenthood | Words: ~1,850

The station was packed, and you clutched your daughter’s chubby fist tightly in yours as you attempted to navigate the throngs of people streaming through the Promenade. Your heart thudded in your throat, overwhelmed by the sheer number of beings in this new place - mostly Bajorans and humans, you noted, with the occasional unfamiliar creature. The cold, metallic Cardassian architecture soaring overhead did little to ease your nerves, although the lights and colors along the Promenade were a welcome addition.

“Mama,” your daughter exclaimed from beside you, tugging on your fingers and pointing with her other hand towards a shop window displaying a dazzling green dress, aglow with intricate beading and sequins flashing beneath the shop lights.

You nodded down at your daughter with a fond smile, giving her hand a squeeze. “It’s beautiful, Elara,” you murmured. “Perhaps we’ll stop by after we get settled in,” you suggested as you sidestepped hurriedly around a group of Starfleet officers deep in discussion, hauling your daughter out of the way just in time.

It was your first time to Deep Space 9, where you’d recently been transferred by Starfleet, to work with Chief of Operations O’Brien. You’d jumped at the assignment, an opportunity to work with talented officers and, on a more personal level, a way to get you and Elara away from Earth and the memories that still haunted you there.

The few days’ journey to the space station from Earth had been uneventful, and your arrival, as the newest Starfleet crewmember, had seen you met by Chief O’Brien himself, although he’d immediately been called away, leaving you and your daughter to navigate to your new quarters.

You craned your neck slightly, attempting to find the nearest turbolift and extricate you both from the chaos of the Promenade. Sweat beaded along your hairline, the collar of your uniform suddenly suffocating. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment to gather yourself.

The breath rushed from your lungs as you stumbled backward, a deep ache forming in your shoulder as it collided with someone else’s - a group of rowdy Klingons forcing their way through the Promenade. Throwing your hands out to steady yourself, the cold metal of a support beam biting into your sweating palms, it took you only a moment to realize that both your hands were empty.

You whirled around, panic rising in your chest as your eyes darted back and forth.

“Elara!” you yelled, struggling to be heard above the din. You darted after the group of Klingons, elbowing your way around them and anyone else who managed to get in your way. Your focus sharpened to a singular point: find her.

When you didn’t find her being towed along by the Klingons, your stomach churned, your heart leaping agonizingly into your throat.

You called her name again, the desperation in your voice growing more apparent. Your breath came in short bursts and your head spun as you pivoted again and again, frantically searching.

A pair of steady hands appeared on your shoulders and you gasped as you came face-to-face with a man whose blue eyes reflected your own wild, terrified visage.

“Are you alright, Lieutenant?” he asked, his voice gruff and firm. You managed to shake your head, your eyes still wandering behind him.

“My daughter,” you gasped, teetering on the edge of a panic attack. “We got separated, I -”

Concern passed briefly over the man’s smooth features - too smooth, you realized somewhere in the back of your mind. “How old is she?” he barked, tears springing to your eyes.

“Four,” you managed to whisper, the tremors in your hands traveling to the rest of your body. It was all too much and you began to pull away from the man’s grasp, desperate to continue your search.

Scowling, he tapped his combadge. His other hand grasped your upper arm gently and tugged you close, ensuring you stayed with him.

“Odo to Ops.” The gravel in his voice and the strength of his grasp on your arm permitted no arguments.

“Go ahead.”

“We have a missing child on the Promenade. I want no ships departing this station until she is found,” he ordered. Before anyone could even respond, he had tapped his badge again.

“Odo to security - I want a team on the Promenade now,” he growled. “Fan out. Child is four years old -”

“She’s wearing yellow overalls and a pink sweater. Her name is Elara,” you interjected quickly, trying in vain to calm your breathing.

Odo repeated the information to his team, before he began escorting you down the walkway. You glanced back over your shoulder, opening your mouth to object to leaving the place where you lost Elara.

As though he could read your mind, he spared you a brief glance. “We’ll find her,” he assured you.

He led you into the security office and gestured to the seat across from his at the desk, just as a Bajoran woman with short red hair entered, slightly out of breath.

“Thank you for coming, Major,” he muttered as he rounded the desk once again and headed for the door. “Please stay with the lieutenant.”

“But-” you argued, rising quickly from your chair. The Major corralled you back into your seat, her arms spread wide with palms out, approaching you cautiously, as though you’d bolt at any second.

“Lieutenant, trust me,” the woman asserted, “no one knows this station like Constable Odo. He will find her.”

All at once, everything caught up to you and you dropped unceremoniously into the chair, your head buried in your hands as the tears spilled over. You heard the rustle of fabric as the Major took the seat beside yours, a calming hand passing over your shoulder.

“What a sorry welcome to DS9, huh?” she murmured.

Odo scoured the Promenade, communicating briefly with members of his security team as they passed him. The large number of people gathering on the Promenade today made his job that much more difficult. It reassured him to know that no ships would be departing, but he could hardly fathom the amount of trouble a four-year-old could get into on this station. He frowned and shook his head as he strode swiftly down the corridor, failing once again to understand solids’ preoccupation with procreation. He understood the importance of reproduction for a race of beings, certainly, but human offspring in particular were so… vulnerable for such a long time.

His team had reported back that she hadn’t been found on either the East or West platforms, and his officer on the northern main floor was still checking in and around the shops, airlocks, and turbolifts. That left the southern main floor, the area between his own security office, the Infirmary, and Quark’s Bar. He figured he’d start there - trouble had a way of following Quark wherever he went.

A flash of pink tugged at the corner of Odo’s vision just as he was about to enter Quark’s. He turned to follow it, and there, tucked away into a gap between the jeweler’s shop and a turbolift shaft, he spotted a small human girl cowering, her knees pulled up to her chin. Odo sighed at her tear-streaked face before approaching slowly. She flinched as he drew nearer, so Odo crouched and schooled his facial features into something other than a scowl.

“You must be Elara,” Odo muttered, studying the girl curiously. There weren’t many children this young on the station. Even Chief O’Brien’s young daughter was older than this one. “Your mother’s been worried about you.”

At the mention of her mother, Elara’s eyes darted to Odo’s, looking for reassurance. He gave her a small smile.

“My name is Odo,” he offered, stretching a hand towards her, palm up. “It’s my job to make sure everyone is safe on the station.”

Elara’s lower lip trembled as she surveyed Odo cautiously, and Odo found himself appreciating her skepticism. That seemed good for a solid child.

“I couldn’t find her,” Elara whispered, her mouth tucked behind her knees as she curled in on herself. “There were too many people.”

Odo nodded solemnly, letting his hand return to its place on his knee. “The Promenade is very busy today.” He stood and offered his hand again. “Your mother is waiting for you in my office… would you like me to take you to her?”

Elara seemed to consider this for a moment and Odo hid a smile. Finally, she nodded and placed a small hand in his as she rose from the floor. The sensation was a strange one for Odo - he was not used to much human contact and he’d certainly never held the hand of this small a child. There was something pleasant, he found, about the way her tiny fingers wrapped around his… something rewarding.

He tapped his combadge quickly to inform Ops and security that the child had been found. As he guided the child back toward his office, he felt a soft tug on his hand; he glanced down to find Elara staring up at him, her big eyes clear and curious. “Thank you for finding me,” she said before returning her gaze to the stretch of walkway before them.

“Of course,” he muttered, his usual, unamused expression sliding back into place as they approached the entrance to the security office.

You were out of your seat before the security doors had opened fully, your heart stuttering in your chest. Relief poured out of you as your daughter flew from Odo’s grasp and into your arms.

You clutched her tight to your chest, her arms and legs wrapped firmly around you as you whispered apologies and reassurances into her hair. With a kiss to the top of her head, you glanced up at Odo, tears still trembling on the waterline of your eyes.

“Thank you, Odo,” you croaked. “I- I’m so sorry about all this - this has never happened before.”

Odo looked uncomfortable for a moment, unused to being thanked for simply doing his job, but the expression passed and he nodded sincerely.

“These things happen, Lieutenant.” His gruff voice brought you a sudden sense of comfort; he had followed through on his promise to find her. You could tell he was a serious man who took his job just as seriously and though you’d been on the station for less than two hours, you’d already come to appreciate that. You allowed yourself a moment to study Odo as you placed your daughter back on her feet.

His gaze slid away from yours, uncomfortable again, and you smiled softly. “The station must be pretty safe with you in charge,” you offered.

Odo cleared his throat, glancing between you and your daughter. “I do what I can.” After a short pause in which you noticed Major Kira glancing between you and Odo with a half-smile and raised eyebrow, you shifted awkwardly and Odo spoke again. “I’ll escort you to your quarters so that you can get settled in,” he grumbled, and you bit back a smile as you followed him back out of the security office towards your new home.

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Hyrule first contact

So I just had a brainwave about an idea I've had on the backburner for a while now: a Star trek/Zelda crossover heavily inspired by the TNG episode First Contact.

(The basic plot of the episode is: a race of humanoids have developed warp-capable technology. The federation shows up to them as a courtesy gesture, basically going "hey, you've got warp! Nice! Just a heads up that there's a lot of stuff out there and we are one of the nicer groups you're going to encounter. Here's a heads up about a bunch of things you should maybe be aware of". And of course, shenanigans ensue)

My thought is: The planet Hyrule is on is in the Gamma quadrant. Sometime post-tears of the kingdom, Zelda and the research teams have developed warp-capacity travel. (Maybe through the rediscovery of some ancient zonai or sheikah tech) (I haven't finished the game yet so please don't mention spoilers I will be very sad!!)

Throughout the development of this warp capacity travel, the Federation takes notice. There's some weird-ass energy signals coming from this planet near the wormhole between the alpha and gamma quadrants, and so they do some covert research. Eventually they reveal themselves, cue many excited technobabble conversations between Zelda and the Federation teams.

Fun things about this: Hylia and the Golden Three could be the very same entities as the Prophets. Because the prophets exist outside of time, it would lend itself well to all the time travel shenanigans and strange devices that the gods have left Hyrule (just like Bajor gets the Orbs, Hyrule has Tears, the master sword, etc). Also, could help explain the fractured timeline - the prophets just being like "a linear temporal existence? what is this?"

I also like the idea that they're blissfully ignorant of the Dominion, because the Founders took one look at the cursed shit going down in Hyrule and went "fuck nope. We're the only spooky goop that we want to deal with. DNI with that planet."

Is Demise a pah-wraith??

Think of the shenanigans that could ensue if Gul Dukat ever met Ganondorf.

Bashir and Jadzia getting up to incredible mischief.

Sisko panicking because oh my GOD am I now the Emissary to these people too???? And Zelda being like nah I think that's my job, you're good man.

I might loop in some TNG characters as well just because I wanna see Purah and Robbie losing their entire shit over Data.

Garak being generally impressed by the Sheikah, especially some of the nastier stuff in their history.

Setting would be pre-dominion war.

Anyways that's all I've got for now, we'll see if this thing gets written someday! If you have any ideas I would love to hear them.

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