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My beautiful princess with a disorder and his fucked up lizard husband.

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Okay this is gonna be sad but. Flowers for Algernon Julian. Like. Something happens. Aliens, anti-augments attack, whatever. And Julian's gene modifications? They start undoing themselves.

Maybe he starts gaining weight first. He starts getting overwhelmed more. His senses start to dull. He has an allergic reaction. Then another one. His joints start to ache. His thoughts slow until he can't even understand his own research notes. Then he can't follow a conversation--people are talking too quickly and by the time he's processed, they've moved on and the moment for him to respond has passed.

And he can't do anything. This just happens to him. He becomes Jules, a person who was never allowed to grow up, who doesn't know himself. And he just has to live with that. And so does everyone else.

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"No, it doesn't feel fair, huh?" Julian rolls his shoulders, then turns to face Mina more directly. "But it's not Koral's fault. He's too young to really be making any decisions at all, let alone to be responsible for anything. Yadik is taking care of Koral because I'm not feeling well, so if it's anybody's fault, it's mine. If you really need me to go fix that, sweetheart, then I can, and I will, because I love you very much. But think about it for a second. Think about how you like to be treated and what you like to be asked to do when you're feeling bad, and then decide whether it's really worth it. You could play with Soren or you could sit in here and talk to me, or you could play or read or do your schoolwork by yourself, and then you could play with Yadik later."

The only saving mercy is that she doesn't turn on the lights. Julian winces, but he adjusts his earplugs to allow more of his child's voice to come through unmuffled, then he leans forward to the controls of the fan he's been sitting on the floor directly in front of and turns it down so she won't feel the need to shout over the wind. Then, reluctantly, he opens his eyes and holds a hand out to her.

"Sweetheart, we've talked about this. Neither of us loves the baby more. Koral is just younger, and so he needs more direct attention right now, just like you did when you were that little." He understands her frustration, though. None of them have been getting much sleep lately, and to see their attention focused so surely on the source of that problem can't be fun. "And if you could whisper for me, love, I'd really appreciate that." He squeezes her hand. "Look, Mina, the baby can't be in here with me because it's too cold, but you could stay with me. If you wanted to."

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"Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I think to myself, 'Will I ever find someone that wonderful again?'"

I didn't want to hijack this great post about Julian maybe never having been engaged but I feel like we don't talk about Palis enough. She must have been an amazing person. I haven't seen anyone villianize her yet (thank gods), but she must've been so cool. Julian was (I interpret) a jumpy, bubbly, all over the place cadet. An upcoming medical star with a bright future. A thousands paths ahead of him, a thousand voices clamoring for his attention.

And he almost, almost chose a calm, easy one?? For this person! He came so close! He looked at all these options and then looked at her and saw happiness. It wasn't enough, and that's tragic and maybe it was for the best, because he obviously couldn't imagine ever being completely honest with her. But to be fair, I don't think he could've imagined that with anybody. Hell even on DS9 it had to be dragged from him, and that was after considerable character development.

But Palis must've been amazing. She must've been smart and fast and driven and delighted by life and maybe she was none of these things and actually super introverted and gave Julian a place to pause, to stop running. But we don't know, because Palis is a footnote in the glamorous life of one Julian Bashir, powerful doctor and influential figure on Cardassia (or something).

Well maybe he's a footnote in HER'S and she's revolutionizing modern ballet or a fancy second career and we don't know because no one on DS9 is cultured--

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"Fully functional" "programmed with a variety of techniques" yeah yeah but what about what Data wants. Yes the robot can fuck you but would you fuck the robot back. If he wanted to be hooked up to a car battery would you do that for him

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This paints such a beautiful picture

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ok you know those crack fics where it's a chatroom or group chat? that, but a discord server.

this is not a new concept i know, i've been in other servers with this premise in other fandoms, but i have so far failed to find any like that for star trek.

i've found plenty of other star trek roleplay servers, but they're all based on a ship with a proper plot and it's mainly ocs, whereas i'm thinking like... it's just life on ds9 but imagine they had a group chat. you know. silly.

so.... if this already exists, could someone point me in that direction pls! if it doesn't... like this post if you would join? or reply and tell me who you would play?

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SEX`!!!!!!!!!

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"I could never feel alone. I doubt I'll feel like I'm all on my own ever again. Not until the day you leave this life, certainly." And Julian hopes, selfishly, that it's him who'll go first, when it comes to it. "You don't have to worry about that. You're... You're everything I could have hoped for, love."

"Not in the slightest," he reassures. "You realize that you're the one home all day, yes? That you're their primary caregiver? That you spend all of your time cooking and cleaning and playing with them? Making sure they're mentally stimulated and well-clothed and loved beyond reason?" Julian squeezes him. "And supporting me. I'm glad to take on any role so long as I have your support."

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"That seems awfully time-consuming. But if it's what you'd like to do, I don't suppose I have any ground from which to protest." He can't hide his little smile, now that they're nearly face to face. He finds he doesn't really want to. "But for the record, I think you're only suggesting it because you would like knowing it's there. Because you like that I'm yours."

"Mm, if you say so." Garak's little teases about not actually trusting Julian no longer put his hackles up the way they used to--not since Garak married him and gave him everything. The petting is getting quite overstimulating, at this point, but he's set his mind to staying put and so stay put he will. "I've put my life quite happily in your hands, love, so if you kill me, so be it."

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"No. No, it's not part of the test," he says, perhaps foolishly. Julian swallows and takes Elim's arm to assess the damage. He doesn't have enough supplies. There's only so much he can bring with him like this, and even if he could do some makeshift first aid, there would be questions after which Elim shouldn't have to answer. "Your arm is broken. There's a crack in one of the bones. You should have it healed, but if- if you can't, I need you to promise me that you won't use it too much for the next few months--it'll take a long time for it to heal on its own." He really doesn't want to think too hard about this little boy being denied necessary medical treatment, but he can't afford to ignore the possibility.

Julian curses softly as tiny Garak slips away from him. He didn't anticipate him already being so bloody, and the blood is slippery and Garak is determined, apparently. He hasn't quite caught him yet, when he switches his grip, faces the animal, and stabs it. Julian shouts too, in empathy and surprise both, and immediately, he wraps his arms around the child again. "Hey hey, you're going to be okay. You've been very brave." And then he's got a dermal regenerator out to heal the worst of the bites, hopeful that speed will be enough to beat infection here, because his husband simply isn't allowed to die from a couple of deep lacerations at age three. He won't allow it.

"You're going to be okay. Everything's fine." He knows he doesn't have long, but every second is important. "Where else are you hurt?

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Go To Bed

Another one about making people sleep...

"Are you still awake?"

"I think you need to rest..."

"I'm getting worried about you, you know."

"You really do need to sleep."

"It's okay to be tired."

"You can rest your head on my lap... if that'll help?"

"Let me stroke your hair..."

"I just want you to feel better."

"You would feel better if you actually slept."

"The last time that you actually, really rested..?"

"Sh, sh, it's okay. You're overtired, that's all."

"Okay, I have you, just... relax. Let yourself relax."

"I worry about you, you know. How little you sleep."

"I hear you walking about at night, when you think everyone's asleep."

"I know that you're pretending."

"I'm really not that tired. Promise."

"I'm just a bit... uh. Just... just a bit... I'll be okay in a moment."

"You're swaying so badly you can barely stand!"

"You have to rest! I'm not taking no for an answer!"

"Don't worry about me this is - this is normal -"

"You keep yawning like that you might break your jaw."

"It's nice. Warm. Cosy. Come to bed."

"I just want you to actually rest, for once. Please."

"You have to actually relax."

"Take a breath. Lean back. Close your eyes."

"When's the last time you trusted someone enough to do this?"

"I want you to actually try. That's all."

"Would you let me try something?"

"This is not normal. Even for you."

"I'll get you a heated blanket, warm milk, blackout curtains, anything. Just go to sleep."

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3x05 - Second Skin

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It's several victims in, Julian thinks, when he finally puzzles through what exactly Garak is doing with his tail. His immediate next thought is that there's far more people who have shoelaces at this event than he would have expected. Julian doesn't do anything about that. It's harmless, and if it keeps Garak distracted, that's fine enough. He just wishes it wasn't so boring to be the one sitting back and waiting here. Looking casual is starting to grow mind-numbing. After a while, he risks interaction again by tossing a bit of food his way. It's a miniature tart wrapped in a napkin, and his toss is underhand, meant to pass through the several people between them unnoticed. If anyone sees him do it, it'll be embarrassing beyond belief, but if Garak catches it... Well. Garak is paying attention, and he's coordinated. If he catches it and eats it, it'll feel like a win.

When Garak disappears, Julian lets him, not looking particularly hard for him for several minutes. But when he catches a movement in the shadows for the third time, he decides the game is on. If Garak wants to stalk him, he can learn the hard way that Julian is every bit the predator he is. For several minutes, Julian keeps subtle track of him, never letting him get too close, but then he lays his trap. Stillness, carefree movements, feigned ignorance he's all top used to portraying--he turns himself into the ideal target.

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Julian still doesn't particularly want to move. Even drugged, he feels slow. Groggy. Like every thought is having to fight its way through a vat of syrup before he can even attempt to initiate action based off of it. So he stays where he is for a while longer, only forcing himself to move (like molasses, every step hard-earned) when he hears his partner start to make unexpected noises. When he sees what's causing the problem, he sighs, then presses his forehead to Garak's shoulder. The warmth is very nice, but he only lingers a moment for fear of falling asleep. "We can remove it entirely, if you like. I usually only cut it short enough not to catch on things, but it might be easier for you if it's gone." Julian prefers the extra sensations from short hair to the extra sensitivity of freshly-shaved skin, but Garak isn't used to body hair of any variety, and he at least has some frame of reference for sensitive skin in the form of freshly-uncovered scales. "Sit, and I'll do it for you." Then he'll have to lotion Garak up to avoid dry skin causing any extra catching or itching. Even just that seems as though it will be exhausting.

He finds the razor he leaves in Garak's quarters, adjusts the settings for a closer shave, then pushes in close to his partner's warmth to run the warm, buzzing device over the contour of what (until recently) was his own jawline. "Can you tolerate that? Or shall I replicate a blade to do this the old-fashioned way?" The buzzing generally makes him shudder on the best of days, but Garak has been holding up surprisingly well thus far.

"Because I think you'll be very amused." Julian kisses his temple and then lets him go, no matter how loathe he is to give up the heat source. "Then you can tell me what to wear, because I haven't a clue." Anything would probably be fine, because it's not as though the station often gets warmer, but Julian would hate for Garak to see his body in something he deems unflattering. "You may want to get it wet and push it back, because those fly-away hairs drive me insane on a good day, and I'm not sure how you'll respond, but it's extra stimulation you probably don't need."