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Apologies for taking so long to reply. Time sort of ran away from me when I wasn’t looking.

You can! But, also, you're not really breaking them at all, as the next bit of The Two Body Problem is actually titled Dead Weight in my drafts - I can't remember why, but it is! I'm afraid this fic has taken a little bit of a backseat due to circumstances IRL - these days, I have just about enough brain power (and spare time) to update short, generally plot-less smut fic with any regularity. However, it has not been abandoned! I'm still chipping away at it, and I hope to get chapter 4 up in the not too distant future. The aim is to have it finished by Christmas, though I'm not entirely sure how realistic that goal is, given that it's run away and developed a plot. As things stand so far, we have Garak and Bashir currently getting used to being in each others bodies (and unable to remember exactly how it happened, or the 12 hours or so before. Sad times, considering what they got up to...); an empty canister left outside the control panel of the exploded holosuite in Quark's bar; Odo and O'Brien investigating the attempted murder of the engineer who discovered said canister; and a mysterious, shadowy figure making a nuisance of itself by hiding in cargo bays and braining unwitting engineers.   So, what's next? A little more mystery. A little more tension. A little more memory loss...

In the next chapter, you’re going to find out exactly how they lost their memories. More, too. But let’s not give it all away, eh?

Here's a little snippet from chapter 4...

“I must admit, having you here is pleasant, despite the circumstances,” said Garak over the rim of the teacup. 

They were finishing breakfast. Tarkalean tea—extra sweet, Julian noted with interest—for Garak; a mug of something dark, hot and distinctly fishy for Julian. As the doctor sat and sipped delicately at his beverage, all he could think was that the comparisons made themselves.   

“Careful, that almost sounds like the truth,” Julian said with a forced grin. “Next thing you know, you’ll be telling me all your secrets.”

“After this, do you think I’ll have any left?”

Garak had a point. Short of a minor miracle, Julian doubted either of them would come out of the situation with much mystery remaining. For Julian himself, that boat had already sailed—at least when it came to the more intimate aspects of his friend’s body. He tried very hard not to imagine how long it would be before Garak reached a similar state of awareness. 

And failed.  

“I’m sure you’ll continue to surprise me,” he said, shifting upon his seat. “Whether I like it or not.”

Garak quirked a dark eyebrow. A small smirk curled at the edge of his lips—one that was decidedly more attractive than it had any right to be, considering who’s face it was. For Julian, it was almost like looking in a funhouse mirror. Familiar yet not at the same time, the weirdness of watching his own face react so openly at the behest of Garak’s emotions sending a strange little thrill down his spine. 

He was going to end up with some sort of complex at this rate. Narcissus eat your heart out, Julian thought.  

“What are your plans for the day, Doctor?” Garak said after a moment. 

“No idea. I’ve been relieved of duty for the foreseeable, and given that we’ve been confined to your quarters, my to-do list is remarkably free.” Julian drained the last of the strange liquid from his mug, and set it down upon the table with a clink. “However, I’d like to take a look at your sutures at some point today. They weren’t fully healed when we left the Infirmary. I promised Jabara I’d keep an eye on them.”

Garak’s face darkened. He sighed heavily, eyes becoming wary.

“If you must,” he said with a dismissive wave.

Julian rolled his eyes. 

“There’s no need to be like that. It’s my body, Garak. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”

“Not with me in it, you haven’t.”

Julian let the unintentional double entendre slide. He didn’t think pointing it out would achieve anything. Well, anything other than a different variety of pointing, should his mind continue to dwell upon it. He’d had enough of that for one day already.  

“What about yourself?” he said, trying not to think about what had happened in the shower. Or in the corridor afterwards. “Any plans?”

“My accounts require attention.”

“Living life to the full, I see.”

“Not all of us can live a life of leisure. Some of us still have work to do,” Garak replied.

Julian sighed. “I suppose I’ll have to entertain myself, then.”

OH MY GOD PLEASE PLEASE 😩😩😩😩😩 send it to me or tag me in it once it’s finished 🥺🥺🥺 i’m so excited to see it

Hello!! 

Kukalaka hurt/comfort is gonna be a short sweet sappy oneshot about Garak and Julian accidentally tearing Kukalaka a little bit as they snuggle in their sleep and then Garak sewing him back together. Here’s a little snippet:

“It’s really no problem,” Julian reassured him, placing a warm hand on Garak’s arm. “I’ve fixed up my favorite little surgery patient many times before and I am sure I will have to do so many times more after this.”

“Julian...”

“Yes, my love?”

“I know Kukalaka is very important to you, but would you allow me to repair him?” he asked tentatively. “I’m certainly no surgeon, but I have shown some promise in my career as a tailor.”

Julian smiled. “Stop it with the false modesty, you know you’re an AMAZING tailor. But there is only one qualification that really matters: Do you swear to put all of your love into every stitch?”

“Of course.”

“Then, please, go ahead! I’m sure Kukalaka will be honored to be in your capable hands!” He kissed Kukalaka on the top of his head, then held him out to Garak, who took him gently.

Thank you!!! From the “Send me an ask with the title of one of my WIPs and I’ll post a snippet or tell you something about it” meme thing.

I got some superhuman writing motivation back in June and wrote 10,500 words (3+ chapters) of a Healer!Ginny/Patient!Draco quarantine fic and then lost motivation when work got busy and the story got depressing. I don’t know if I’ll ever finish it or post it, but here’s a bit from the beginning of chapter three that I really like!

Also... THAT TITLE, AMIRITE?? A Draco/Ginny epidemic story called a plague on both their houses???? I crack myself up.

From the “Send me an ask with the title of one of my WIPs and I’ll post a snippet or tell you something about it” meme thing.

Mar.... I’m so glad you asked. XD So the sex toy fic is about Ginny trying out different sex toys so she can write reviews of them for other people to try out. Originally it was going to be a Draco/Ginny fic, because that’s my default, with Draco owning or working at a sex shop. But I stopped writing the fic because I just couldn’t make it make sense. So in putting this post together, I realized it’s not a Draco/Ginny fic at all.... It has to be a Pansy/Ginny fic!!! I got way inspired, but smut is really hard to write so I don’t know if this will go anywhere still. BUT I made some notes in my phone so that if I do decide to come back to this, I’ll know where to go. :)

Also, I’m really sorry, y’all, but my funniest work is all in WIPs that no one will get the chance to read.

Here’s a potentially NSFW snippet??

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