Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak, Elim Garak & Tora Ziyal
Characters: Elim Garak, Julian Bashir, Tora Ziyal, Ensemble Cast
Tags: Far Beyond the Stars Type AU, T4T, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Warning for depictions of transphobia, Nonbinary Elim Garak, Trans Julian Bashir, Trans Tora Ziyal, Basically everyone is LGBTQ+
Summary: In 21st century America, a person named Elias Garrick dreams of a place called Deep Space Nine, a place where LGBTQ+ people can be accepted. Their daydreaming puts them at odds with their world. Their boyfriend, Jamie, tries to understand their dreams and support them, and their best friend, an art student named Zia, makes art of the visions in their head. Elias builds their life around the Station, a gay bar that hosts a support group. Elias’s daydreams and their life are soon interrupted by a tragic loss in their community, and things only get worse from there. Can Elias hold onto their dreams of a better place in the universe when the world lets them down again and again? And do they even realize that, somewhere past the sky, a Cardassian named Elim Garak is dreaming of them?
The door chimed, but Julian did not let it break his concentration, his fingers moving with surgical precision and enhanced quickness over the game in front of him. It chimed again as he cleared a triple and he called out “Enter” without looking away from the game projection.
The door hissed open, and Julian was vaguely aware of a familiar shape settling next to him on the couch, barely visible in his periphery. He flipped an I block and hummed in satisfaction as he cleared a Tetris, then furrowed his brow as the pieces began falling even faster.
“Really, my dear, you could at least greet your guest.”
“Hello, Garak.” Julian said obediently, his mouth quirking up as he spun a T-block into place for a double.
“One would begin to think you didn’t want me here.” Garak sounded miffed now. “What exactly is that you’re playing with?”
I think my favorite thing about being engaged is when I ask my fiancé “Who’s my future husband” kind of in the same way you’d ask a dog who’s a good boy and he gets really excited and goes “ITS ME, I AM FUTURE HUSBAND”
News update we’ve been married for almost 6 months now (6 months in three days) and he still gets excited when I come home and say “Where is husband?” He’ll pop up from wherever he is or whatever he’s doing and say “HELLO ITS ME I AM HERE”
Julian Bashir can’t resist nibbling on Garak’s secret stash of Delavian chocolates, can’t wait to sink his teeth into a good argument about it, and relishes the opportunity to chew Garak out for picking DS9’s access conduits to hide those same chocolates. After all this terribly explicit Cardassian-style flirting, Garak is very interested to find out what ELSE Julian is willing to bite. (There’s a good chance it could be him.)
