#obrien x bashir

[geekysteven]

[mysticaledelusion]

[enigmatist17]

Based after Dr. Bashir, I Presume?

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"Why are you here?"

"Am I not allowed to come visit a friend?"

"I'm busy."

"So you say." There's a moment of silence before an exasperated sigh.

"You're not going to leave, are you?"

"Nope, I'm not lettin' you hide away for the rest of your time here Julian, so quit this "busy" work of yours and come home."

There's a surprised noise, and for the first time since he'd hidden away in his medbay, Julian pokes his head out from his lab. Miles feels an ache at the stubble that the doctor's allowed to grow out, and he clearly has been running on caffeine and what was most likely the bare minimum requirement for food.

"I am busy Miles, please?" Julian knows his plea won't work when Miles crosses his arms, eyebrow raised.

"Busy avoidin' me more like it. Now come on, or I'm going to tell Molly that Uncle Julian is really sad. You don't want to make Molly sad, do you?"

Well that's not fair.

"You play dirty." Julian finally sighed, stepping out of his lab.

"Computer, lock Dr. Bashir's lab and deny him authorization until I say so." The flash of anger that crosses the doctors face only makes the engineer roll his eyes as the computer beeps.

"Acknowledged."

"You are so going to pay for this with your sudden evaluation." Bashir growled as Miles slung his arm around the doctors waist to lead him outside.

"Mhm, we'll see how you feel after some sleep and that soup Garak has been cookin' for the last two hours. Smells good whatever it is, says it's for special occasion." As expected, the grumpy look on Julian's face lessened at hearing the Cardassian's name.

"That...does sound nice." The longer they walked the heavier Julian's legs felt, and by the time he finally saw the door to the O'Briens' quarters, the doctor was positively exhausted as the doors slid open.

"Uncle Julian!"

"Molly!" Julian had enough time to kneel down before a little blur of a child ran into his waiting arms. "You've gotten stronger since I last saw you."

"You've been away for a long time, of course I did!" Molly puffed out her chest proudly, and Julian chuckled as she let him go. "Are you staying tonight? You haven't come for dinner with Garak like you always do."

"I've just been very busy dear, but I promise I'm here tonight." This pleases Molly, and after "helping" the tired doctor to the couch, runs off to go and aid Garak in the kitchen, dragging her father with her.

"If you've got the strength, the shower is all yours." Keiko hummed when she came to check in, one of Julian's overnight bags in her hands. "You need one."

"Are you calling me dirty?" Julian smirked, but his usual tone is flat. "In a minute, the couch is quite comfortable."

"I'll let you doze, Garak says he should be ready in an hour." Keiko set the bag nearby, and leaned down to kiss the top of Julian's head. "Glad you decided to come out of your lab, it's been a bit sad without you and your charm."

"It...that wasn't my intention." There's a flash of guilt, but it fades when she gently runs a hand through his hair. "Having my parents here was...I struggle immensely with the impact they always leave behind."

"You don't have to explain, not unless you're ready to." Kieko sat beside the other, and Julian leaned against her with a slight hum. She was always pleasant to be around, and the man is just on the cusp of sleep when Molly runs over and clambers on the couch what felt like moments later.

"Can we eat on the couch tonight? Uncle Julian looks so sleepy." Molly smiled, and there's a chuckle as Miles joins them, pulling the coffee table over and placing a heat mat down as Garak exits the kitchen with a large pot.

"Why of course my dear, the couch is a great place to dine on." The Cardassian sets the food down as Julian wiggles himself upright, looking pleased to see Garak. "Molly my dear, why don't you go fetch the bowls we left for you to carry? You've been so helpful today."

"Okay Uncle Garak!" The six year old slid down before running off to the kitchen, and the Cardassian chuckled before sitting on the other side of Julian.

"I see someone has finally come to his senses, willing or otherwise."

"I can't go back to my lab." Julian grumbled, pulling on a smile when Molly returned with several bowls. By the time he's finished his first serving, Julian has all but melded against Garak's side, idly watching Molly tell him about his day as the first proper meal in two weeks made him feel nice and content. He blinks at one point, and when his eyes open Molly and Miles are gone, and Keiko is quietly laughing about something Garak had said.

"Awake are we?" Julian just mumbled in response, his body feeling like lead as he forces himself to sit up with a stretch. "You think you can bathe?"

"Nope." Julian struggles to start unclasping his uniform, and with some help of the two behind him, is soon in his undershirt and boxers, relaxing back where he had been with a satisfied noise.

"We do have a bed you know." Keiko chuckled, but only moved to snag him a pillow.

"I believe we are his bed my dear." Garak chuckled, Julian already fast asleep in his arms by the time Miles returned from putting Molly to bed.

"You think he'll stay in the morning?" Keiko asked, sitting against her husband as the three watch the doctor sleep.

"Of course my dear, he may not wish to speak about it right now, but I think he's gotten the message." Garak hummed. "Now, why don't we watch that movie you spoke of the other night, would be a lovely way to pass the time hm?"

"Sounds good to me."

[devotedlittlefreak]

Worf, staring at Martok while Julian and Miles beat him up

et tu bestie?

[justanotherkathrynjanewayblog]

do i ship garak x bashir? yes. do i also ship bashir x obrien ? also yes. do i also ship keiko x miles. 100% percent

[justanerd]

O'Brien - Bashir - Garak love triangle in a high school telenovela

[toonylewie]

Deep Space 9 redraws of some screencaps I like.

enjoy the smug and dumb boys

[animentality]

Obsessed with the idea that O'Brien's poor shoulder and poor knees are super fucked up from years of crawling in Jefferies tubes and crouching to fix conduits and playing with wrenches.

So fucking Julian every day in the holo suites does Not Help Things.

[boldlygowherenodoghasgonebefore]

Julian looked at his watch. Only thirty minutes had passed. It felt like hours.

“Molly? Can you and Garak try another game? I’m going to go back to work for awhile.”

“Julian! We said best out of three.”

Julian was quickly losing patience.

Garak quickly jumped in.

“Now my dear, you’ve already won the first two. Surely it’s unnecessary to play another game to know that you’ve won.”

“Best of three means we have to play three games! Besides, you have to at least try to beat me.”

Garak looked at Julian.

“My dear, can we take a short break? Julian and I need to talk for a few minutes.”

“All right.”

“Garak, you said I’d hardly know you were here.”

“My dear, how was I supposed to know that kids were so, shall we say, directive?”

“Anyone who’s ever spent time with them knows that! Haven’t you ever babysat before?”

“Well, no.”

Julian sighed.

“If we have to play this game again, we should strategize. You were an agent for the Obsidian order, can’t you read people well enough to gain some insight in a simple game?”

“I’m not the one who is shown the same cards again and again. If you put some thought into your guesses-“

“Are you two fighting?”

“No, dear. Go back to playing. We’re almost done here.”

“Surely your genetically-engineered brain gives you a better memory than you've displayed so far-“

“I'm trying to go through the casualty reports while we play! If someone had kept the kids occupied the way he promised-“

“I'm bored. When will you be ready?”

“Just a few minutes, dear.”

“That's what you said before!”

They exchanged a long look.

“All right. Let's start again.”

[lionowlonao3]

Tagged by @pixiedane thank you

Its perfectly okay to use the same ship for multiple questions~ Just fill it out as best as you can. Link your own content wherever you can!!

First Ship you ever read fic for: either remus/sirius or kirk/spock

First Ship you ever wrote fic for: same as above

Ship you write the most now: a few months ago the answer would have been Garak/bashir, but now i don’t focus on any particular ship

Ship you read the most now: same as above

Newest Ship: discovery pairings (so far) followed closely by crazy ex-girlfriend pairings: stamets/culber (what can i say, i’m excited!), burnham/lorca, sylvia/keyla for dsc; heather/valencia, darryl/whijo for cxg

Rare Ship you wanna read more of: all of them! but i was particularly surprised by the lack of archer/shran fics

Your taboo Ship: ???

They never met in canon Ship: i mean lots bc rarepairs but to name a few guinan/uhura, julian/harry and laren/b’elanna

Your unexpected ship: i guess burnham/lorca bc someone i know on facebook suggested it weeks ago and then i was like NO NO PLEASE DON’T and yet here i am

The ship you always forget to give love to: n/a i think (unless i forgot hahah)

Ship your OC with a canon character (if applicable): yes! in my fic neutrinos in bloom (four years post-canon in which everyone returns to ds9 for julian and garak’s wedding) i invented an oc, their adopted daughter ulaya who becomes fast friends with molly o'brien, and in the sequel/threequel i planned but may or may not ever get around to writing, when they become teenagers/adults they fall in love

A ship you’re embarrassed to ship: none

Your most romantic ship: ???

Your sexiest ship: ???

Your most tragic ship: uhhhh i always find ways to give people happy endings (at least in the main universe. aus can end angsty (example: this fic i wrote))

A ship you want more content for: All of them. Go forth and make!

Tag: @bpdrebeccabunch @talceles @julieta-juris @static-warp-bubble @trekking-through-life @summerartist @katrinahood @startreklife @lieutenantmalcolmreed

[deepspacefeels]

Inevitability

by prairiecrow

Summary

Reflection. Resistance. Regret.

Notes

Takes place shortly before the S2 episode "Tribunal".

Miles Edward O'Brien had never been a man who suffered fools gladly, regardless of their bluster in public life or the number of Starfleet pips on their collars. He'd had plenty of practice from an early age in dealing with his Uncle Matthew, who'd lacked the good sense God had seen fit to give a mushroom, and as he'd gotten older his verbal scraps with his mother's brother had worsened to the point where nobody on that side of the family would invite them to the same dinners anymore. No, he certainly wasn't one to hesitate to call a spade a bloody shovel, but he also knew when it was in his best interests to keep his mouth shut.

And thus it came to pass that when he'd made the acquaintance of Lieutenant Julian Bashir, Chief Medical Officer of Deep Space Nine and so wet behind the ears that he left a trail on the ground wherever he walked, Miles had pasted a tight little smile on his face and confined his responses to "Yes, sir" and "No, sir" as much as he possibly could. Watching the long-limbed gack swan around as if he were God's own gift to the service, Miles had found his initial intuition that the man was a right fool amply confirmed and vowed to stay as far away from him as their positions on DS9's senior staff would permit. He had troubles enough in his life without letting a jammy client like that get within shouting distance of himself or his family.

To be sure, Bashir was an absolute genius when it came to anything medical, and his pursuit of Jadzia Dax provided plenty of amusement for the rest of the senior staff over drinks in Quark's. He was a lot like a puppy, they all agreed: friendly enough, and always upbeat, but prone to throw himself at things willy-nilly and slobber all over them in his happy enthusiasm. There were the makings of a good officer there if he'd just learn from experience, although the vote was divided over whether he was capable of absorbing that kind of education in the long run. Miles, with the example of Uncle Matt in mind, was among the less sanguine.

But there was no questioning Bashir's bravery and ability to think quickly under fire, as was demonstrated when he saved three ambassadors from a fiery death in a blocked corridor of the station. Nor could it be denied that he genuinely cared for the patients he treated, and was so kind-hearted that he'd go out of his way to help anyone in need who caught his attention, as Jadzia affirmed he'd done when he started seeing Garak, the Cardassian tailor and undercover spy, for lunch on a weekly basis. She was of the opinion he'd seen a loneliness in Garak that he was seeking to alleviate; Miles's opinion, that he was just mesmerized by the Cardie's aura of danger and mystery, was less charitable to Bashir but, he felt, far more realistic. By then he'd gotten to know Bashir a little better — been on a mission to Bajor with him, in fact, and spent several days in his company — and…

Well. Miles knew about fools, but he also knew a thing or two about puppies. His youngest aunt on his father's side had gotten one when Miles was sixteen during a summer he'd spent at their country house, and he clearly remembered its yelping and its bumbling attempts to lick faces and its ability to find and chew to pieces any shoe within a kilometre's radius… but he also remembered that after a while he'd held out his arms when it came running, and laughed while it wriggled ecstatically and slopped its warm pink tongue all over his lips and cheeks. It took a man of exceptionally hard heart to resist puppy ways, and in that respect Bashir was equally difficult to keep at a suitable distance. In time Miles found himself cautiously happy to see the doctor when they chanced to meet in a corridor or on the Promenade, and more and more often he found himself roped into coffee with the enthusiastic young man, watching all the different emotions chase themselves across his lean brown face and curious in spite of himself to see just where they were going to lead next.

He started to look round every corner for the puppy, and realized that he'd reached a point of no return when Bashir invited himself to enjoy Miles's carefully constructed racquetball court — and Miles didn't thrown him out on his ear. When had this lanky, grinning boy become his friend? He was at a loss to understand it, but he couldn't deny it either, especially after they'd faced death together at the hands of the T'lani and the Kelleruns and barely escaped with their lives. Their conversations during that little adventure fully revealed to him that there was a fine lad inside the gormless exterior, and a bold and surprisingly thoughtful mind beneath the irritating surface habits — and above all, an earnest young man who considered them friends already.

When a child comes right up to you and puts his hand in yours, how do you shove him away and tell him to be off somewhere else, where somebody actually cares about him? Miles O'Brien certainly couldn't, not only because Julian was really quite appealing once you got past all the flash, but also because there was someone else waiting to drink up all that extra time and attention.

Miles knew as much about snakes as he did about puppies — more, in fact, because he'd killed plenty of them in his time and he'd seen them inject their venom into scores of good men and women. Catching sight of Julian strolling down the Promenade with Garak, or seeing the two of them arguing over one of their lunches, Miles didn't miss the undercurrent behind the Cardie's smile, the flicker of a forked tongue and the unblinking gaze of a cobra swaying seductively in front of its prey. Nor did he miss the point of Garak's interest in Julian: sure, some of it was political, keeping a channel open to Starfleet through its most naive officer on site, but the part that revealed itself in teasing smiles and long smouldering glances was anything but abstract in nature.

He wants him, Miles would think, watching Julian's answering smile and wondering if the boy understood even half of the game he was playing, and reflecting that someone should give him a good stiff lecture on the dangers of tickling a rattlesnake under the chin.

He wants him. That was undeniable. Even Quark had set up a betting pool based on when Garak would make his move, or (much less likely) when Julian would make his. What Miles wished he could deny was that as time went on, the outcome of the pool mattered more and more on a personal level: not just because he thought it would be spectacularly bad news for Julian if he took up with a Cardassian spy and he didn't want to see his friend get hurt, but because more and more often catching sight of the two of them and the secret smiles they shared was prompting an ugly niggle of emotion deep in Mile's breast, a shudder of hot feeling that he wanted to crush but couldn't seem to no matter how hard he tried. He didn't think that Julian was sleeping with Garak, but the prospect that he one day might was…

Miles didn't want it to matter. He told himself over and over again that it didn't matter, that Julian was a big boy and that if he went off into a rhapsodic litany of Garak's finer points every time the subject came up it was no skin off of Miles's nose. He told himself, mean-spiritedly, that maybe a good solid bite was just what Julian needed to wake him up to realities of a universe where not everybody wanted to be his friend.

Trouble was, men like Garak never simply bit. They kissed, and licked, and nipped in a way that sent hot and cold shivers down the spine, and you never noticed the tiny doses of poison until it was too late.

But Miles couldn't talk about that with Julian. It wasn't his place, and increasingly the subject simply hit too close to home for comfort. What was he supposed to say? Stop seeing Garak, because I'm uncomfortable just thinking about the two of you sitting so close together, looking into each other's eyes and forgetting about everybody else? The subtextual whisper, When I want you to be looking at me that way instead, mercifully didn't make it to the surface very often, but when it did he felt miserable about it for hours afterwards.

He couldn't talk about it, so he didn't, even when Julian went haring off to Cardassian space in pursuit of a retired spymaster and every alarm in Miles's head went off at once, because risking torture and death that way wasn't something one usually did for a guy he had lunch with once a week. He didn't say anything when Julian came back and saved Garak's life, and he didn't say anything the week after when he saw them at lunch and also saw the air between them burn with subliminal radiance, practically incandescent with promise and meaning.

The dread in his heart coalesced into dark certainty and unspeakable grief, because clearly Garak had finally gotten what he desired — and he, Miles O'Brien, happily married to a wonderful woman and father to a darling daughter, had lost something he never should have wanted in the first place.

And fool that he was, he could only watch silently while it tore him relentlessly to pieces.

THE END

[isaacathom]

ds9 yime, s2e4

jumping in for s2e4, its kind of weird that the three parter had the whole station evacuated, ends with everyone coming back, and then e4 immediately goes 'everyones evacuated' feels like perhaps this couldve been planned better. also the subtitles seem to have hanged styling now.

okay so now its weird again because quark has, once again, been forced to stay behind by dint of there not being enough space on the shuttles despite offers to pay, which is exactly what happened in the three parter. what is going on. this is like... deja vu.

oh good quarks pulling some shit (?) whats the deal with that

oh bashirs so delighted. love my excited funky guy.

ah. hmm. "is that supposed to be some kind of threat?" "they've got odo in there" "oh. i see :(" bashir you are a fucking delight

see my issue w/ st aliens is im looking at mareel and going... what... are you? we've got a klingon, we've got a trill, is she also a klingon?? but shes so pale. half klingon? like should i know what she is.

sisko asking if she knows the trill is like assuming anyone knows everyone else from X locale. she definitely does but ? still weird. YOURE HERE JUST FOR DAX? come the fuck on man. oh i see its a trill thing, understood.

verad's fascinating. oh come on man obrien hasnt done shit.

bashir is very good and i love him. hes very good. and very much doesnt want to be here. bashir looks fucking angry as shit at this whole thing. i love him for that. just resigned and furious.

ugh. gross. i hate medical stuff. that shits nasty.

oh boring shes motivated by love. snore.

sisko, folding his hands together: well now youre dax you'll be fully aware that me and dax are chill and cool.

hate to say it but jadzia talking about how empty and lonely it is without Dax is like. ooooh. i think i get it. and that feels unfortunate

oh this actor is having a BALL, getting to play a stammering awkward man and then walk back in playing for all intents and purposes a completely different character. yes!

i love that sisko knew he'd be able to fucking get into verads head off the bat because he knows Dax! he knows Curzon and Jadzia! he knows a lot of what he knows. he knows what theyre like. its so good.

mareel is 100% the most boring character here. motivated by love, immediately feeling jealous that her symbiont-ed boyfriend has a better relationship with Sisko than to her, snore.

"we are still friends, right?" "i hope so. come down the infirmary and prove it" sisko fucking rules man. and immediately going 'well, then we arent friends, fuck off' get his ass sisko!

fuck yea quark get his ass

... did they swap mareel and jadzia? cause she doesnt sound right and shes got a jadzia vibe. is that whats happening here. have i forgotten what jadzia's vibe is. like. somethings up. theres something going on here where like, theyre taking advantage of the fact Verad Dax doesn't remember Mareel anywhere near as much as he remembers Sisko, proportionally to lifetimes. SOMETHINGS going on here. okay no i just forgot what mareel sounds like but that wouldve been a fuck of a bit right, imagine that shit. i got overexcited about science bullshit

YES

JULIAN

YES

YES BOYS GET EM

julian just gets to be more competent in s2 i love that development for him

mareel is extremely boring but i commend the efforts being made, shes got some stuff going on.

get his ass benjamin! yes! yes! get his ass!

ohhh i understand the trill spot thing now, i see now why folks are wild for em, i needed to see them on more than just the temples and neck but i do think i understand.

well thats the only ep for the night (bc i was out earlier), that was nice! i liked it!

[animentality]

Keiko knows that O'Brien spends all his goddamn time in the HOLO SUITES with Julian and either doesn't suspect or doesn't mind that they were probably fucking in there?

Star Trek was and continues to be on the forefront of the sexual revolution.

[boldlygowherenodoghasgonebefore]

“I think it was Colonel Mustard, with a lead pipe, in the infirmary.”

“Julian!   There’s no room called the infirmary.   You’re in the library.”

“All right then.  The library.”

An audible sigh as Molly flashed him the library card a second time.

“Julian!  I already showed you that.  Are you paying attention?”

I’m going to kill Garak.

Molly rolled the dice, moving her piece to the dining room.

“You haven’t reached the dining room, yet, my dear.  Move your piece back two spaces.”

“I have!  I rolled a six.”

“Your piece started back here.  Even a six wouldn’t have gotten you to the dining room.”

Molly looked mutinous, and Julian gave Garak a pained look that said ‘Let it go’.  

Garak persisted, “If we are to play this game properly-“

Garak stopped midsentence. Molly’s angry gaze was so much like Keiko’s that Julian almost laughed out loud.

“It was Professor Plum, with a knife, in the dining room.”

Garak looked at his cards.  

“It seems all right to me.”

“Julian?”

He checks.

“Good here.”

Molly looks triumphant.

“I accuse colonel mustard, with the revolver, in the dining room.”

Julian looked relieved.   Now he could finally get back to work.

He and Garak stood up, and Molly stopped them.

“Check the envelope.   See if I’m right.”

“The envelope?”

“Yes, you put three cards there before the start of the game.”

Julian looked helplessly at Garak, who shrugged.

“Why would we put cards in the envelope?”

Molly seemed lost for words.

“Never mind.  Let’s play again.  I’ll set up this time.”