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it's harder to sexualize garak's profession if you ever sewed before. garak on his knees. trying to find a comfortable position to cut fabric in on the floor because it's not really a table thing and also you don't have a table big enough and you can't lean on the fabric bc then it shifts god fucking damn it that was not the line you were supposed to cut at. now everything's fucking ruined

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"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Julian exclaimed. "Next, you will be accusing Bright of planning this, in order to discredit you."

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So the deal with Kukalaka ~

is that's not Julian's teddy bear. It's Jules's. Julian stitched up "his first patient" when he was five, well before he got his genetic modifications. And for someone who considers himself unnatural, has trouble reconciling his "realness" with the fact that he was "designed"... that is the most comforting thing in the entire world. Here he's got tangible proof, real tangible proof, with Jules' stitching still in the leg and everything, that his love of medicine, his love of what he does, is real.

(that bear's a talisman. Of course he's bringing it to DS9)

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“Garak, let go! I can’t see the injury if you’re gonna hold my arm like that.”

“Forgive me, Doctor. I’m just a little nettled by the dynamic imbalance of our professions. You are always having me on my back to take care of the tiniest of scratches. And yet I have you perfectly standing still with every collar alteration or hemming of your pants. I would hardly call that a fair exchange, would you.”

“Hm. And here I thought you always enjoyed the access to my pants.”

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I’ve started watching Deep Space 9 and I love Elim Garak, plain and simple space tailor

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at the end of the day why shouldn't i... why shouldn't i make gifs of julian bashir getting kissed...

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"Only if you want me to," Julian reassures quickly, dropping his grin and relaxing his grip on Morse in the face of this clear change in tone. "And not yet. I just find it's best to be prepared." Julian strokes his sides again, then down over his hips, which he squeezes briefly. "I thought, after a bit more ravishing and rolling about, that you might let me suck you off? Then maybe I could slick up your inner thighs to rut into. Does that sound like what you want?" The last thing he wants to do is move forward with anything that makes Morse nervous or uncomfortable.

Julian touches a flushed cheek, delighting in the raised temperature, and then he licks it, like he's staking a claim, pressing his tongue flat and wide over as much of his cheek as it can cover and leaving behind a destinctly wet area of fresh saliva which he then blows on. He rubs his hands up and down his sides and chest, and when Julian encounters a nipple, he pinches it, then ducks down to suck it so hard that he's sure it bruises. Then he nips it for good measure.

"Do you have lube?" He's obviously not going to assume that Morse is down for anal sex, and while he's struggling would probably be a terrible time to try to prepare for that anyway, but if Julian can slick up his thighs, he's sure that'll be enough to satisfy him.

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fuck u (crawling over to sit in your lap like a spoiled little thing)

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"I'm sorry, love," Julian says, incredibly sympathetic. He kisses his temple a couple more times, squeezes his hand, then hauls him up, supporting him on his good side. Then he gets them to the transport station as efficiently as he can, gets them through to the hospital, and sits him down in the waiting area so he can collect check-in documents. He fills them out himself, only bringing them to Morse to sign, and they're brought back a few minutes later.

"It's my fault," Julian volunteers, because he won't let a single drop of the blame fall onto Morse; the last thing he needs is more guilt. "He came home with a deep cut yesterday, and I was worried, but I agreed to use the dermal regenerator and fix it at home anyway. But now he's got a temperature and I think the pain must've gotten worse, even though he hasn't said so."

Julian lets him hide, but kisses his hair, then strokes up and down his arms for a moment. "No, I'm sorry. If I'd made us go in the first place, we wouldn't be in this mess now." It would've been a quick trip in and out with minimal fuss, Morse wouldn't have spent the night in pain, and they wouldn't be dealing with such a serious complication now. Arrogance always had been one of his failings. Julian lets himself wallow in his failure for another long couple moments, then he forces himself up. He helps Morse get dressed, as much as is practical, gets their identification, and steels himself for the rightful criticism he's going to face when they go in. "We just need to get down to the transport station on the corner. I can't imagine a fireman's carry will be at all comfortable for you, so... Do you think you can walk that far?"

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Julian lets him hide, but kisses his hair, then strokes up and down his arms for a moment. "No, I'm sorry. If I'd made us go in the first place, we wouldn't be in this mess now." It would've been a quick trip in and out with minimal fuss, Morse wouldn't have spent the night in pain, and they wouldn't be dealing with such a serious complication now. Arrogance always had been one of his failings. Julian lets himself wallow in his failure for another long couple moments, then he forces himself up. He helps Morse get dressed, as much as is practical, gets their identification, and steels himself for the rightful criticism he's going to face when they go in. "We just need to get down to the transport station on the corner. I can't imagine a fireman's carry will be at all comfortable for you, so... Do you think you can walk that far?"

"I'm not sure," Julian responds, feeling his forehead and cheeks. He hesitates for a moment, checking Morse's side, but he already knows what they need to do. "Okay, you're going to hate this and I'm sorry, but we have to go to the hospital. I think you might have an infection."

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"I'm not sure," Julian responds, feeling his forehead and cheeks. He hesitates for a moment, checking Morse's side, but he already knows what they need to do. "Okay, you're going to hate this and I'm sorry, but we have to go to the hospital. I think you might have an infection."

Julian tries to make use of his nervous energy by putting his mind to schoolwork and various household tasks, but he doesn't make much progress. When Morse calls his name, he drops everything and goes to him. "Yes? How're you feeling?" He doesn't look good, but sometimes a flush comes from just too much sleep.

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Julian tries to make use of his nervous energy by putting his mind to schoolwork and various household tasks, but he doesn't make much progress. When Morse calls his name, he drops everything and goes to him. "Yes? How're you feeling?" He doesn't look good, but sometimes a flush comes from just too much sleep.

Julian slumps with clear relief when Morse seems to accept his fate, and he leans down to kiss him properly once before moving off to do as he said he would. It's not a magnificent breakfast, by any means, but he comes back with toast and jam, plus tea, and if Morse is still hungry after, he'll get something more. "Hello, darling. Eat some toast for me?"

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Julian slumps with clear relief when Morse seems to accept his fate, and he leans down to kiss him properly once before moving off to do as he said he would. It's not a magnificent breakfast, by any means, but he comes back with toast and jam, plus tea, and if Morse is still hungry after, he'll get something more. "Hello, darling. Eat some toast for me?"

"No, Morse. You're going to sleep. You need the rest. Do it for my peace of mind, if nothing else." Julian leans down to kiss his forehead, then strokes his hair affectionately. "I'll go make something, then I'll be back. Will you be alright till then?"

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"No, Morse. You're going to sleep. You need the rest. Do it for my peace of mind, if nothing else." Julian leans down to kiss his forehead, then strokes his hair affectionately. "I'll go make something, then I'll be back. Will you be alright till then?"

"No! Absolutely not. You are not going in to work." Julian already had his hand in his hair, it having gone there automatically when Morse rolled into him, but it tightens as if to hold him in place when he looks up. "If whatever's left of the injury is going to heal itself, it could all be ruined by the wrong movement or by stress or by... nearly anything. And besides, Thursday told you to rest today." He takes a deep breath, then relaxes his grip. "I'll make you breakfast, but then you're going right back to sleep."

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"No! Absolutely not. You are not going in to work." Julian already had his hand in his hair, it having gone there automatically when Morse rolled into him, but it tightens as if to hold him in place when he looks up. "If whatever's left of the injury is going to heal itself, it could all be ruined by the wrong movement or by stress or by... nearly anything. And besides, Thursday told you to rest today." He takes a deep breath, then relaxes his grip. "I'll make you breakfast, but then you're going right back to sleep."

That is not good. Julian looks even more anxious, but if they do go to the hospital and it's nothing, everyone will be upset. He bites the inside of his cheek, sits down next to Morse, and tries to come up with any solution to this besides just waiting a little longer. "Okay. Healing takes time. Maybe it's just... We'll give it twelve hours, so long as it doesn't get worse. If it's not better by then, I think we have to get a scan."