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.
[image: the drake meme except with geordi from star trek tng. it reads “21st century medical professionals” for the “no” part, and “doctor julian subatoi bashir, space doctor” for the “yes” part]
im workin on a pwp “let’s get garak naked for science and definitely no other reason” and its wildly spiraling out of my control
“You heard me.” Julian was smiling.
And that was it - pretense abandoned. It had been Julian’s to establish, and it was his prerogative to take it away. But the moment it was gone, Garak felt its loss acutely, like a warm blanket being ripped away while you sleep.
“Is that your professional, scientific opinion?” Garak heard himself ask.
You fucking coward. He was giving you what you wanted, you goddamn useless -
“Oh, I expect not.” Julian nipped at one of his neck ridges, causing him to hiss. “Let’s see, more like this - the Cardassian male may present signs of possessiveness with a sex partner if previous sexual encounters are mentioned. The partner may find this primitive display charming or even erotic, but is just as likely to find it rather annoying, considering the Cardassian male’s courting rituals have been dragging on for the better part of three years.”
high-key favorite part of DS9 s7 is Kira, Garak, and Damar’s crack squad of half a dozen semi-loyal lizards trying to toss the Dominion off Cardassia and the operation self imploding so spectacularly that they have to hide in Garak’s mom’s basement for a week
