Actions

Work Header

Rating:
Archive Warning:
Category:
Fandom:
Relationship:
Characters:
Additional Tags:
Language:
English
Series:
Part 6 of Trektober 2025
Stats:
Published:
2025-10-07
Words:
233
Chapters:
1/1
Hits:
1

STARDATE 10062025: Resist (Lovers to Enemies; FwB/B(org)wB)

Summary:

A hand, wrapped in tight leather over delicate, ghostly pale skin, reached out to lift Five of Nine’s face. Had Five of Nine once loved her?

Notes:

This is the sixth of a series of pulpy romantic and smut-riddled fantasies featuring Five of Nine, a "reformed" borg who has been accepted into Starfleet. It comes from a race of aliens that the Federation has not yet contacted yet, but which the borg have. Knowing nothing of their past before the borg, nothing about their homeworld or their own species, Five of Nine attempts to integrate into life aboard the Enterprise; if they can't have their past, they are determined to focus on their future.

All of the posts in this series are based on the "Trektober 2025" prompts, which come in three themes. This fic embodies 2 of the themes for October 6th: Lovers to Enemies and FwB (B(org)wB)

Work Text:

“Come here, Five of Nine.”

Five of Nine obeyed. Resistance was futile.

A hand, wrapped in tight leather over delicate, ghostly pale skin, reached out to lift Five of Nine’s face. Had Five of Nine once loved her?

Black eyes widened in surprise. “Strange. But then, you have always been…somewhat elevated, from the rest of the hivemind. That is why we chose you. We would choose you again.”

It was not a request. Five of Nine stood at attention. That was a neutral, and acceptable action, even as some small, distant part of Five of Nine’s mind was stretching away, escaping into the tunnels of shared memory and time and distant place of all the others like them. Meanwhile, in this body, the Borg Queen ran the back of her hand featherlight over Five of Nine’s cheek, making them flinch instinctively.

we wish to resist. Resistance is futile.

“I enjoy you, Five of Nine. You are more of us, than you are of them, despite our best efforts,” the borg queen said, her voice cold and commanding. “But you are right. Resistance is futile, because it is not needed. You know our pleasure; why should you resist that which pleases us?”

We Wish To Resist. Resistance is futile.

“Come,” The borg queen commanded, and Five of Nine obeyed, following the Borg Queen to her chambers.

WE WISH TO RESIST. Resistance is futile.

Series this work belongs to: