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The Lifeline - Part One: The Message

...Yes this is another plot bunny. Yes I still have a ton of requests to get out. It's fine. Blame the brainrot.

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Vreenak (DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This will contain smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Spoilers for ST:VOY S1E7 "Eye of the Needle", references to Romulan politics, references to an interspecies relationship, Romulan/Human relationship, interspecies romance, threats, espionage, angst, time travel bs (it'll make your head hurt if you analyze it too much, or at least it made mine hurt), references to marriage/a mating bond.

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**2367 - Stardate Classified, Late afternoon - Romulan Senate**

Listening to Sabrun drone on and on about the threat of the Federation-Cardassian peace treaty was usually something Vreenak would enjoy, but today, his head ached. He'd been in nothing but meeting after meeting for weeks on end, both for the Senate and the Tal Shiar, and the tedium was finally getting to him.

When was the last time he took leave? Years, most assuredly - before he was elected to the Senate seven years ago.

Wasn't that about how long Sabrun had been talking? Consciously straightening in his seat, he forced his shoulders to release some of their tension. He relished the opportunity to serve his people, to protect them, but he hated long-winded sessions like this.

A tap on the arm knocked him out of the deep, sinking morass of his thoughts, drawing his attention to the aide who'd approached him. He wore not the uniform of the government, but that of the Tal Shiar.

Elements bless Koval for saving him from such an utterly dull session!

Quietly, he gave the Praetor a deferential nod and slipped out of the Senate building. The fresh air caressing his face sent a bolt of relief through him. Even though he would likely not be allowed to rest for some hours, he couldn't find it within himself to be resentful. He did need to take some leave, no doubt, but for now, he'd gladly accept the moment's respite that his position with the Tal had just given him.

"Ah, the Chairman summoned you, as well?" Vreenak smirked at the sound of Letant's voice, and he slowed long enough for his friend to catch up.

"Luckily. I thought Sabrun would never shut up. He makes good points, obviously, but does he never tire of the sound of his own voice?"

Letant let out a tired chuckle of his own at Vreenak's ire, but both men were too relieved to be free to dwell on their frustrations.

"Any idea what this might be about, Mr. Vice-Chairman?" Letant's use of the title brought a genuine smile to the other man's lips. Vreenak had only earned it a year prior, and he was damned proud of his success. "Am I to finally be silenced for knowing too much about you?"

"Never, old friend. We may disagree on some points, but I value you too much to ever allow it to come to that." Vreenak murmured as they walked.

"Thank you for coming so promptly. I hope that I have not inconvenienced the Senate too much by pulling you both mid-session," Koval called the moment that the pair of Senators stepped into his office, shrugging off their outer robes. A smirk played across the Vice-Chairman's lips.

"You and I both know that inconveniencing others is one of your favorite pastimes," he called taking a seat before Koval's desk and allowing himself to sink into the cushioned chair with a relieved groan. Letant took the other. "I must thank you. One of our colleagues had become...tedious."

"You will not thank me in a moment." Koval's tone was graver than Vreenak had heard it in some time. Uh oh. That was always a bad sign. "What I am about to show you goes no farther than this room. One of the Empire's scientists - Telek R'Mor, Captain of the Talvath - died recently."

Vreenak's brow furrowed slightly, and Letant tilted his head.

"His family has our sympathies, but I, for one, fail to see the relevance," the latter remarked.

The Chairman stood and poured both of his guests generous servings of kali-fal.

"There was a data storage device found in his belongings. It was accessed, and the contents were...intriguing. You see, it contained personal messages from the crew of a Starfleet ship to their families," Koval continued, "a Starfleet ship that has not yet been built."

At that, Vreenak froze with his glass halfway to his mouth, and Letant's lips parted in surprise.

"They were messages from the future?" Vreenak hadn't meant to ask the question, but it slipped out anyway.

"Indeed, but that is not all. Computer, play visual message one-three-one-alpha," Koval ordered, and the screen before on the desk before the Senators lit up with the image of a woman - a Human woman.

Mentally, Vreenak acknowledged that she was actually quite pretty for a hevam.

"Hi, sweetheart. I know you're probably surprised to hear from me...after such a long silence, I mean. I doubt you'd write me off so quickly, but, well, I'm sure by now you've worked out that something is wrong." Vreenak glanced at Koval, not yet grasping the significance of this seemingly random message, but the Chairman simply nodded back at the monitor. Letant seemed intrigued by the woman on the screen. "It's been a few months since Voyager went missing, and while I can assure you that I'm physically alright, I...Vree, honey, we're stuck in the Delta Quadrant."

His eyes widened at a single syllable amongst the mess of her rambling. 'Vree.' Was...? She was talking to him? Why the hell would a Starfleet officer - a Lieutenant Commander, by the look of her rank pips - be contacting a Romulan Senator? He'd never seen her before in his life. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Letant look at him curiously, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"We're doing everything we can to find a shorter way home, but it might take years," she admitted, and he noted that tears had slowly gathered in her eyes. "I understand if you want to petition the Praetor for an annulment. After all, it's not much use having a wife who's stuck in a whole other quadrant of space. But, I...I want you to know that no matter how long it takes, I will make it home to you. You're in my thoughts every day and night, deyhhan. I love you. Give Koval and Letant hell for me, okay?"

She blew a kiss to the camera just as a tear rolled down her cheek, and Vreenak set his glass aside just as the message cut off.

"Computer," Koval called, "display addressee for visual message one-three-one-alpha."

Vreenak's stomach clenched as he saw his own name and rank pop up on the screen along with the stardate on which the message was recorded - nearly four years in the future by the Federation's calendar, assuming his mental calculations were correct.

"Well, my friend, you seem to have gotten quite lucky. As far as Humans go, she seems delightful," Letant murmured as he downed his drink. "She's stuck in another part of the galaxy, of course, but she obviously cares for you–"

"This is a joke," Vreenak rasped, feeling anger bubble up inside him. She seemed to know about all three of them, but that couldn't be possible. "I've never even seen her before! Why would I marry a...a hevam?"

"I assure you, I would not have called you here if I had not already verified that this was not a joke," the Chairman stated, and he handed the Senator a data pad containing the results of the inquiry he'd conducted into the subject. An encrypted visual message from Telek R'Mor himself detailed the encounter he'd had with Voyager in 2351, including his logs, and even a covert visual recording he'd snagged from their communications with his ship. Apparently, the man had left instructions for the delivery of these personal missives, but his daughter had turned them over to the Tal Shiar as soon as she'd discovered that one of them involved three well-known Romulans.

A wise choice.

Farther down, he found a report on the woman in the message. She was a Lieutenant currently serving aboard a science ship. Having received high honors at Starfleet Academy, she also had several commendations on her record from various superior officers. There was no indication that she was involved with Starfleet intelligence or Section Thirty One, though.

How odd, given the circumstances. How else, hypothetically, would they have met if not through clandestine contact?

Koval was nothing if not thorough, and the fact that he'd already looked into this meant that there truly was no chance that this was a deception.

Vreenak had a wife. A Human wife. Or, at least, he might end up with a one at some point in the next four years.

Just in time to lose her to the Delta Quadrant.

"I take it you're interested in having this looked into, then?" Koval asked, and the sound of his voice spurred Vreenak into action. He downed the kali-fal he'd been served, then got to his feet.

"You're damned right, but I'll do it myself," the Senator said, straightening his tunic before donning his robes once more. "If this woman really did send a message from the future, then I need to know more about her. Her intentions, motives, possible schemes... This isn't just a mystery, it's a personal one."

"Of course. Do what you have to. I'll have transportation and an alias arranged, as well as a surgeon," the Chairman confirmed. "I trust you'll want a Vulcan persona to save time?"

"Naturally."

"Oh, and Vreenak?" Through Letant's opening inquiry, he could already hear the mischief in his voice. The man in question glanced back at him over his shoulder. "If you don't like what you see when you meet her, do feel free to send her my way. She is rather alluring."

The Vice-Chairman let out a gruff huff of laughter.

"Be careful what you wish for. I'm certainly not marrying a hevam, but if you're willing to debase yourself in such a manner, then by all means, have at her," Vreenak said as he strode to the door.

Pledge himself to a Human? Ha! He would never disgrace himself like that. His taste was much more refined.

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Romulan words:

hevam = derogatory name for a human

deyhhan = husband

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Me about every Vulcan and Romulan dude on Star Trek:

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Omfg I know, right??? I'd be such a mess. Also, a mouth like that...well, it just has to be good at more than talk. Like...that's just how the laws of the universe work, I don't make them.

Romulan enthusiasts reblogging that one gif of Letant drinking water

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Right??? It should be illegal to make us all jealous of a glass 💀🤤

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@slutty-slutty-vulcans I've got u, friend! He actually sips water twice in the episode.

^That's after he insults Martok.

^And that's after Sisko lectured the whole room.

Not that I've seen the episode enough to be able to differentiate, or anything...

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another inherently funny part of star trek is the very first show establishes a magic machine that sparklezaps them out of uncomfortable situations so for the next 56 years writers have to keep coming up with reasons why it won't work this time

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hi, another serious post but please go to this site and try to stop the tiktok ban

also be sure to speak up about the kosa bill

Share this with anyone and everyone

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"It is logical" is Vulcan for either: 'You've won the argument and I resent you for it', or 'You've won the argument and I kind of want to bond with you forever over it', and sometimes both at the same time.

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Unpopular opinion: Old man Spock is hot. He’s confident in himself, and the way he carries himself is so attractive 😩.

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God, if this is an unpopular opinion, then I do NOT understand this world. He IS hot, Nonny, you're so right. His confidence. He's heard it all: the good and the bad. Yet he continues to be himself because he knows exactly who and what he is.

*barking and howling at the moon* 🥵🖖 Live long and pound me into the mattress, sir.

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Okey so I found you on ao3 and I just wanna say I love your Picard x reader stuff so much 😳😳 there's barley any of it out there would you want to do some more nsfw of him, anything honestly cuz I'm desperate 😭 either way, thank you for your work! You are awesome 😎

Aww, thank you! I'm so glad you like my writing thus far! I will 10000% write more Picard smut. In fact, here's one just for you, Nonny! Have a lovely day!!

(Requests are still closed, this is just one from my backlog.)

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Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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His Two O'Clock

Captain Jean-Luc Picard (ST:TNG) x Reader, Dixon Hill!Picard x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Established relationship, paying a debt another way, improper use of a desk, holodeck roleplaying, roleplay, oral sex (female receiving), coitus interruptus, power dynamic (kind of?).

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"Mr. Hill? Your two o'clock is here," Madeline called over the intercom, and the door swung open before he could even acknowledge her message.

As gorgeous as ever, Hill's client strode into his office in high heels. The red lipstick adorning her mouth accentuated the way it was pursed with frustration.

"I want my money back, Mr. Hill."

"I'm sure we can come to some sort of an arrangement." The detective's voice was low, pacifying...suggestive, even as he attempted to placate the woman whose case he couldn't solve. She'd come into his office a few weeks prior with a seemingly straightforward problem that turned out to be a puzzle without a solution. All the evidence had been eliminated, leaving only conjecture and instinct to explain what had happened.

That would never hold up in court. There wasn't even enough for an arrest, even if he'd been able to narrow down the suspects. He was baffled for once in his long, distinguished career, and now he had to own up to the fact that he couldn't even pay his client's money back, because he'd needed it for the office's rent.

He'd failed her in every possible way.

"I paid you a substantial amount, yet you've given me no more to go on than a few hints," his client said lifting an eyebrow. She tried to hide it, but her eyes roamed the length of his suit-clad body briefly before meeting his own. Her frustration was still there, but it was tempered by something else. Desire, blatant and growing in potency since the moment they'd met. "So, what exactly are you suggesting, Mr. Hill?"

An easy grin crossed his lips as he crossed his office. Pausing in front of her, he let his own eyes drop to her lips.

"Somehow, doll, I think you know what I mean, already," he murmured reaching up and grasping her chin. The pad of his thumb skimmed over her painted lower lip, just barely smearing some of the color onto his own skin.

He hoped he'd have that shade smudged in other places, as well, by the end of her appointment.

"With the amount you owe me, Mr. Hill, you'd better make it damn good," she demanded, but she sounded too breathy to be truly threatening.

"Oh, don't worry. I've never left a client dissatisfied before," Dixon promised, and true to his word, he soon had her splayed out atop his desk. With her legs spread wide and the hem of her dress rucked up to her hips, he relished the quiet moans pouring from her lips as he lost himself between her thighs.

Her fingers guided him, but he didn't really need it. He'd had plenty of practice using his tongue. Just as she bit her lip to stifle a keening whimper, the sound of the comm doused both their pleasures in ice water.

"Riker to Picard. We've reached Starbase Eighty-Four, sir. The station's commander would like to speak with you at your earliest convenience," the First Officer announced, and just like that, the Private Investigator was brushed aside for the Officer.

"Understood, Number One. Tell him I'll meet with him in a few moments," Captain Picard answered reluctantly, and when the line closed, he stood slowly between his lover's legs. "Same time tomorrow, Lieutenant?"

"Fourteen hundred hours, yes sir," she answered as she wiped her pleasure off of her Captain's lips with her handkerchief. He'd make it up to her tonight...and again tomorrow. Stealing one last kiss, he saved the program.

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Hey! How are you today friend? 😄

I don’t think I’ve mentioned it but there’s been a few things going on with the critters, Cinder is now a senior and the 40 gallon indoor fish are doing pretty good. However Takeda over Easter weekend started going downhill fast. He was lethargic, being stressed and not feeling good he tore up his fins, and developed dropsy so I was scrambling to treat him only to discover that he had developed a tumor on his right set of gills. He died on April 1st almost two years old. After doing some research I found out that long finned bettas are prone to temperament issues (including self harm) and genetic disorders as well as bettas with pink, yellow, and white coloration are prone to cancer, organ failure, swim bladder issues, and being weaker genetically are more susceptible to parasites and disease. So I had emptied his tank and scrubbed everything in it down with diluted vinegar water and I wasn’t going to get another betta but petco had a 1 dollar per gallon sale for members so I ended up setting up a ten gallon, cycled it, and started my search for a healthy betta. I found a domestic betta/wild betta imbellis hybrid from a reputable breeder who owns a store not to far away. My collage science professor recommended him that’s were he gets his fish for the science lab aquarium. So I got Taiko.

Taiko is very chill and has only flared once since I got him, it was the first day I went to feed him. I’m guessing he was still scared of me because he flared and backed away but after that he’s come right up, he is like mesmerized by his tank heater it turns red when it’s heating and green when it switches off the first time he noticed that he was swimming by and he just stopped and backed up to stare at it like “What is this sorcery?!”. He is goofy and tries to jump at my hand when I go to drop food in the water. Welp sorry for the ramble just thought I’d share 😂

p.s. the betta imbellis picture is from a random website not the aquarium store’s website I’m honestly not sure if it even has a website

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Aww, look at Cinder! Precious lil bb! 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Look, you can ramble about pets all you like. We welcome critter talk around here! 🥰

I'm sorry to hear about Takeda, but I'm glad Taiko seems to be enjoying his new home! He's a very pretty bb, btw! Look at his shiny scales!! Tbf, if I was a fish and a magic light changed colors right in front of me, I'd be like 👀 too. Wizardry!!!! Magic like turn colors! 🐟⁉️

Thank you for the update on the bbs! I hope you and they are all dong well! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

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I'm so here for it

For my sanity I think I need to get really into Reanimator again this summer and write another multi chapter fic

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Funny that you should say you would die for moopsy 🤣

oH. Turns out I will in fact die for Moopsy. Look at those chompers!!! 👀

I still love Moopsy, though. Someone that cute deserves to get a lil murdery. Y'know. As a treat. 🍪