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youngpettyqueen · 3 months

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Hi!!! You wanted fic requests from that prompt list right?

For the prompts, I think 5 and 65 go well together, so maybe something with those two and Julian/garak, if you want?

YES THANK YOU youre so right those do work really well together... love me some hurt/comfort time to inflict it on these two

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Look at me—just breathe, okay?”

Julian comes to smelling nothing but smoke and tasting nothing but blood.

He tries to open his eyes. Only one does. The other isn't cooperating- feels like it's glued shut. He finds himself looking out over the floor of the promenade. He's on the floor, then. On his stomach, from the feel of it, one arm caught underneath him.

Smell of smoke. Flickering lights. Everything's bathed in orange light. He can see flames, flickering in the corner of his vision.

Julian squeezes his eye shut again, trying to think. His head's pounding like a drum. He was on the promenade, he remembers that much. And he was... he was sitting. He was having lunch. But try as he might, he can't remember how he got to the floor. One second he was sitting, the next he was here.

The context clues make it easy to figure out. Smoke, fire, the vicious hammering in his skull. There must've been an explosion. Which means he's hurt. Which means a lot of other people are probably hurt. Which means he needs to get up, and get to work.

He starts pushing himself up to do just that, but he doesn't get very far. The arm that's caught under him doesn't want to cooperate, and trying to force the issue makes pain rip through his nerves like fire. He ends up buckling onto his side, gasping painfully. The pain centres at his shoulder, white-hot and stabbing- there's something stuck there, right under his collarbone.

Julian opens his eye again. This time, staring out across the smoking promenade, he can see somebody. He tries to call out, but his voice doesn't come, and the attempt leaves him coughing up a lungful of smoke. This does his injured shoulder no favours, and makes him aware of a deep ache in his ribs. He manages to roll himself onto his back to minimize how much he's jostling himself, bracing his ribs with his good arm, still coughing up ash and grit.

This is bad. This is very, very bad.

"Doctor!"

A voice cuts through the ringing in his ears. A familiar voice, only his head is too scrambled to remember who it belongs to. He looks over, and sees the person he'd spotted hurrying towards him.

"Doctor!" They call again. And he realizes who it is, right as his beautiful face comes into view.

Garak drops to his knees beside him. His eyes are wide with alarm, while Julian can only look up at him and smile weakly. Maybe it's sappy, but seeing Garak makes things feel a little less awful.

"G-Garak..." He manages to get out, sounding and feeling like he's talking around a throat full of sand. He coughs uncomfortably, wincing slightly. Then, he remembers just why he was sitting at lunch, and his weak little smile grows as he throws out the accusation, "You're late."

Garak looks like he's on the verge of three different panic attacks. "Yes, well, how fortunate that I was," He says, his tone and his eyes not at all matching his joking words, "Otherwise I might have been caught in this, and then where would you be?" His eyes keep flicking to Julian's injured shoulder, confirming what he already knows.

Julian manages a weak nod. "There's something in my shoulder." He acknowledges.

"A sizeable piece of metal," Garak supplies him, since Julian can't see it, "And you've got a nasty cut on your forehead."

"I'm concussed," Julian adds, "And I've got some bruised ribs. Can't tell how many. They may be broken. Hard to judge the pain with... you know." He nods weakly to his shoulder.

"Oh, is that all?" Garak asks, his sarcasm sounding genuine, of course, "Any other injuries I should know about, Doctor?"

"I'll let you know if any make themselves known," Julian rasps, "Now, could you be a dear and- and hit my comm badge? I can't really move all that much." He admits.

"There's no point," Garak tells him, "Comms are down. So are transporters. From what I can tell, several bombs have gone off. Here, ops, at least one in the habitat ring, and maybe one in the infirmary," He gives Julian a grim look, "We seem to be in quite the dire situation, Doctor." He observes.

Julian huffs something that might be a laugh. "I'd noticed," He puffs out, "So, just you and me, then. Tell me, Mr. Garak..." He hopes his nerves aren't showing as he asks, "How are your medical skills?"

Garak's expression gives nothing away. "Subpar, compared to yours," He replies, "Though I suspect we have no other choice."

"None at all," Julian agrees, "Either you stop all this bleeding I'm currently doing, or I'm going to be in... quite a bit of trouble." He's already lightheaded. He hopes that's just the concussion.

"Alright," Garak nods, "Alright, yes. Yes. Stop the bleeding," He nods again, and leans back to start tearing at his tunic, "I can certainly do that." He continues, sounding like he's talking to himself more than he's talking to Julian.

Julian manages to raise a brow at him. "Garak."

"Yes, Doctor?" Garak doesn't look up.

"Try to sound a bit more confident," Julian suggests, "Makes patients feel... at ease."

Despite everything, Garak still manages to give him an unimpressed look as he tears a sizeable chunk of fabric away from his tunic. "I'll keep that in mind," He replies flatly, shifting in closer. His expression softens as his eyes return to what Julian is sure must be a grisly wound, "Now, I'm going to take care of you, ok? And I need you to advise me on the best way to do that."

Julian nods. "Of course," He agrees, "My shoulder needs immediate attention. You have to stop the bleeding there, but don't... don't remove the piece of metal," He advises, "Sort of... wrap that fabric around it, and press down on the wound. Try not to move the metal," He adds, "It might make the bleeding worse."

Garak listens intently, eyeing his task up. "Seems simple enough," He says. Then, with an almost... sympathetic look to Julian, he tells him, "I will have to hold you down, Doctor."

"I know," Julian replies, "It's going to hurt. I'm probably going to scream bloody murder." He warns him.

"You know I'd never want to hurt you." Garak adds.

Julian manages a faint smile. "If the choice comes down to you hurting me, or me bleeding to death, I hope you don't mind if I'd much rather have you hurt me." He murmurs.

Garak takes a breath. "Very well," He says, "Brace yourself, my dear." He shifts himself into position, placing himself in such a way that he can hold Julian down against the floor as he gets his makeshift bandage ready.

Julian gets to take half a bracing breath before the pain spikes. Garak moves in quickly, clamping down on the wound with both hands, and it feels like someone's set his shoulder ablaze. Julian screams like he's just been shot, instinctively trying to jerk away, but Garak doesn't let up on him. He's trapped, pinned down, and thank god for that, but he can't help but howl again as the piece of metal buried in his shoulder jostles with the movement.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" Garak gasps, continuing to hold him down and keeping steady pressure on the wound. It feels like he's also holding onto the metal, keeping it still as best he can, "Look at- look at me, Doctor, look at me- just breathe, yes?" He tries, with a smile that is not at all convincing, "Just breathe. Try to breathe."

Julian manages to still himself, gasping shallowly and painfully, black spots dancing in his vision. "I have damaged ribs!" He manages to hiss out, "This is the best I can do!"

"I'm not exactly a trained professional!" Garak reminds him, voice pitched with anxiety, "I'm just saying what you always seem to say to your patients! What else would you have me say?" He demands.

"Just- just distract me," Julian gets out between gasps, "Tell me a story. True, false, doesn't- doesn't matter, just- just anything, Elim, please-" He begs. He's tempted to ask him to bash his head off the floor and knock him out, but he doesn't think that would help Garak's current state. He can feel his hands trembling against him.

Garak's eyes search his face, the panic in them clear and unguarded. And then, almost hysterically, he asks, "Did you know one of my first jobs was as a server?"

The absurdity of that question almost makes Julian forget about his current agony. Almost. "What?"

"Yes, I was a server," Garak continues, looking and sounding like he's flying by the seat of his pants, "A waiter, as you Humans might say. It was a fine dining establishment, only for the highest of high classes. Have I truly never mentioned this?"

"Never," Julian gasps, "Do- do go on."

"Oh, gladly," Garak takes one hand away from the wound in his shoulder, and reaches over to gently brush some of Julian's hair away from his forehead- looking at his head wound, "I served some very high profile individuals, including one you're all too familiar with," He starts gingerly probing around where the wound must be, and Julian grinds his teeth as he presses on bruising, "You remember our good friend, Gul Dukat."

"I wish I didn't." Julian growls, more out of pain than anything else.

Garak manages a chuckle at that. "How rude, my dear. I seem to be rubbing off on you," He observes, "But yes, I would serve our dear Dukat often. The man can't hold his liquor," He tells him, "It's rather embarrassing, actually. One time, he..."

And Garak continues to ramble, concocting a story out of thin air that holds absolutely no truth. Still, Julian hangs onto every word, clinging to them as he desperately clings to consciousness. Garak's hand finds its way into his good one, holding tight, and it stays there until help finally finds them.

#star trek: ds9 #fic bitching #julian bashir #elim garak #otp: I need to know that someone forgives me #this was very fun #I was first inclined to have Julian be saying the prompt lines #but then I thought it'd be fun to challenge myself to see if I could have Garak say them #and I like how it turned out!#first attempt at writing Garak #I think it went well #tysm for the prompt <3333 #this was a lot of fun #longer than I expected but that tracks with me as a writer lol

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spacejamdvdadinfinitum · 2 years

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Vil having to deal with a free spirited S/O who doesn't much care about fashion or high society but loves Vil anyway. And Vil loves them!

I won't lie Vil is NOT MY FAVE but this intrigues me.

Vil first meets them in Pomefiore, as they're the same age and in the same class. They're immediately not pleased with how 'sloppy' they are, and how they simply do not care about any sort of fashion or attire.

They're so carefree! They barely notice if they have any sort of cowlick or wrinkle in their uniform. They seem preoccupied with literally anything else, very unbecoming of the typical Pomefiore student.

But if Vil could get Rook to be fancy, he can get this one to be fancy.

He is as harsh on them as he is on Epel, just constantly telling them that they must do better at cleaning themselves up, or that they have a blemish, or that they should stop eating like a starving animal.

All Vil gets in reply is a blank stare and a shrug. It's INFURIATING. To be clear, they're by no means disrespectful. they d take Vil's advice. But it rarely sticks. They're a disgrace to the dorm but they literally don't even care. No matter what Vil threatens them with, or whatever harshness he brings out, the other just rolls with it.

It's almost admirable how laid back they are. And they aren't even a bad student, they get decent grades and keep up with their peers in all their subjects. They just can't seem to get the memo that pomefiore is suppose to be ELEGANT. They aren't even sassy to Vil about the constant barrage of attempts to change them. They're, if anything, receptive, but ultimately not applying them.

They appear to be at a stalemate until Vil overblots.

Afterwards, they are the first to see if Vil is ok once everything settles down. Turns out there were genuinely worried about Vil and had no idea that they were under so much strain. This is the first time Vil sees them riled up over anything, with a bonus of seeing them weep at his bedside.

They don't pretend like they're friends at all, but they still cared so much. That they're willing to be a sounding board to Vil to help keep this from happening ever again. It's then they have the heart to heart.

Turns out the other has just been expected to act prim and proper all their life, so they're sick of it. Now that they're in the dorm, they don't have to do any of that. Frankly, Vil is less scary than their parents so that's why they've brushed them off time and again.

BUT they understand where Vil is coming from so they've TRIED to be better about it. it just never sticks. And they do promise to try harder for Vil. Because they like Vil, and respect him.

Obviously, while Vil doesn't immediately lay off on them, he DOES lighten up since they're honestly trying their best. And Vil learns to appreciate being able to not take yourself seriously. To just be goofy and lax and have fun without a care. He starts to see their sweet and dreamy nature as less of a detriment and more of a cute quirk.

Slowly, they get closer and closer, with Vil even getting them some work for their fourth year. They work closely, with the other being one of Vil's more trusted assistants for modeling and acting.

Vil learns to just relax around them, while their assistant learns to be a bit more serious when the context is right. They both grow a lot, and grow closer to one another!

It's their assistant who makes the first move, asking Vil if he'd be interested in dating. it's very outright, and a risky move. But the dance of 'will they or won't they' is exhausting and they might as well ask.

Vil, surprisingly, accepts. Even though their assistant was sure he'd say no, due to the nature of his work... But they're both happy all the same. Vil finally feels comfortable with them, and they provide a well needed place of respite in his busy life.

No matter what, this annoyance at his hip seems happy to be there, and happy to be honest with Vil about his choices without being too harsh.

#twisted wonderland #vil shoenheit #twst vil #I have so little experience writing Vil I was worried this would be bad BUT I MEAN #I THINK IT WENT WELL

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