It is impossible to narrow down to one scene/moment BUT a few standouts include, Kira's reunion with the O'Briens and her hug with Jake in Families, literally the whole of the OT3 Chair Fic, all the wonderful dancing in A Sign of Rigor, that time you wrote incredible thoughtful beautiful fic about my Tumblr fancast and made Jeris Dwyna into a real person, Lwaxana Troi and Kimara Cretak...
i love how you just. straight up refused the brief here. no gods, no masters, says tumblr user cosmic-llin.
there's a reason so much of my trek fic is dedicated to the same person and that reason is you are a fucking inspiration! talk about stories bringing about friendship; it's a long time now we've been making things about star trek women together, long enough that it's weird to remember there was once a time when i knew about star trek but not about you.
and so to close out this extended exercise in making my friends be nice to me about my writing, here is the start of ‘families,’ a story you prompted that turned out to be one i really needed to write. it was ten years old in april, but its basic problems and desires are still the ones i’m always thinking about. thank you for making it happen.
Families are difficult, especially when they are unusually shaped.
That’s what Kira Nerys is thinking, as she sits at the desk she still calls Sisko’s, warming her hands on her morning raktajino and spending a tenth consecutive minute staring at the photograph on her console screen. She smiled, at first, at Yoshi’s earnestly knit eyebrows, the pudgy sweetness of him, sitting on a wide porch in the sun, chewing on the stuffed sinoraptor she gave him when the O’Briens left Deep Space 9. Then she thought how much he’d grown in one short year, how much of him she’s missed and will keep on missing, and her smile soured into the grimness that now sits at the back of her throat.
Keiko and Miles must have meant well, sending her this substantial file of photographs and infant artworks. A thoughtful gift thoughtfully timed, in honor of approaching Peldor. The note from Keiko was full of all the minute details of Yoshi’s daily life, but the only words it spared for Nerys were I hope you’re well. Miles signed beneath his wife, and he at least wrote love, yet still there is no questioning the simple fact that family is not a word either of them thinks of in connection with Kira Nerys.
She is the unusual shape of this family. The uncomfortable protuberance that disrupts its neat quadrilateral nucleus.
She lays a tentative hand along the edge of the image, considers displaying the photograph, thinks better of it. Kisses her fingertips and presses them to Yoshi’s forehead, closes the file, and slides emphatically back from Sisko’s desk. She stands and taps her comm badge.
‘Kira to Bashir.’
She has business to attend to.
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‘Families’, 2011