Weyoun Stories

Weyoun decides to give a presentation to his fellow Dominion personnel, consisting of showcasing the 'wondrous' worlds of internet phenomena, video clips, music number ones, and films. After deciding that the entire catalogue of Terrain films is too long to show at once, he implements a Movie Night. Even Damar is excited... Please review and vote; feedback is always welcome. Disclaimer: Star Trek is not mine. (I also have this on fanfiction.net)

Weyoun x Reader As a Federation member during the Dominion War, you retain a harsh jagged scar from a Jem'Hadar attacker. Though you've already spoken to Weyoun about the implications of dating someone like him after the war, frivolous worries about your appearance remain.

2394. The Dominion War is long over and life in the Alpha Quadrant is returning to normal, fleets are being rebuilt and Starfleet has continued with its objective of exploring the galaxy. 19 years after the war and many Dominion war criminals have been released back home, with warnings, although many Federation citizens still harbour a deep distrust. Miral is 16 and already a Starfleet officer. Having been assimilated as a small child her mind is unusual, causing her to whizz through school at an unprecidented rate. Now, she's working as part of the engineering and defense development team at the Academy by day and takes care of other Borg Orphans later on, with help from some friends. When she finds a datastick left behind by Weyoun, the information seems to good to be true. Thousands of missing ships and personnel all in accounted for in a dominion camp. After Starfleet denys her request to search for them and with the only possible links to her family onborad those ships she goes lone wolf. Stelaing a shuttle and making the trip herself, all the while having to avoid every other ship in the area incase she gets caught. But what awaits her? Will she find the people and answers promised? Or has she fallen into a Dominion trap with no hope of rescue? Either way, everything is going to change.

Weyoun thought his eyesight was deceiving him, but, no, it was not. She came over to him and guided him somewhere. That was when he saw Garak. This is probably a load of shite, but I'd appreciate comments and votes. And, yes, it's supposed to be a crackfic. Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. Nor do I own Garak or Weyoun. I'd surely love my own Vorta, though. (I also have this on fanfiction.net)

Weyoun considers his and others' favourite colours, and you can only imagine how exciting and difficult it is for him; someone who cannot appreciate aesthetics. Disclaimer: Star Trek is not mine. Please comment and vote. :). (I also have this on fanfiction.net)