Apr 20
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YOU are an intersex ally!
Self Aware AU
I've missed you. I've missed you so much. JADZIA DAX & LENARA KAHN star trek: deep space nine (1993–1999)
request (anon): modern!valarr going shopping with his girl at luxury stores, her styling outfits for him while he carries the bags and pays for everything.
valarr had never intended to spend his entire afternoon standing in the middle of a luxury boutique holding five shopping bags and a wallet that kept coming out every fifteen minutes.
but he also had never intended to fall in love with someone who looked so pleased every time she found another outfit to put him in.
“stand still,” you said, squinting at him in concentration.
valarr obeyed immediately.
you held a dark green sweater against his chest, tilting your head as you inspected the color against him like a very serious stylist deciding the fate of a runway model.
“hm.”
he raised his brows slightly. “Is that a good ‘hm’ or a concerning one?” you ignored him, reaching for a pair of trousers from the rack beside you and holding them up next to the sweater.
the boutique was quiet, polished marble floors reflecting soft golden lights. somewhere in the background a sales associate hovered respectfully, already aware that whatever you chose would be purchased without hesitation.
valarr, simply watched you.
you were completely absorbed in the task. brows furrowed, lips slightly pursed, comparing shades and fabrics like it was the most important decision in the world.
“turn,” you ordered suddenly. he turned. of course he did.
you stepped closer, pressing the sweater flat against his chest and adjusting it with both hands. your fingers brushed his collarbone as you tried to imagine the fit. “okay, wait—no, this one with the beige pants,” you murmured to yourself, grabbing another hanger. “that would look stupid with black.”
valarr bit back a smile. people assumed rich men liked spending money on themselves. he didn’t particularly care about clothes. but watching you shop for him? that he would fund forever.
you pulled another sweater from the rack and held it up against him.“valarr.”
“yes?”
“arms up.”
he lifted them without question while you switched the sweater out, examining the color against him again. he stood there patiently like a mannequin that occasionally spoke. in his left hand hung several expensive shopping bags. In the right, his phone and his card.
a woman passing by the store glanced at him with obvious envy. valarr didn’t notice. he was too busy watching the way your eyes lit up when you found something that worked.
“okay, wait,” you said suddenly, grabbing his wrist and dragging him toward a mirror. “stand here.”
he obeyed again. you stepped back, looking between him, the sweater, and the pants you’d draped over your arm. “god, you’re like… unfairly good for outfits,” you muttered.
“i assume that’s a compliment.”
“it means everything looks good on you.”
“that sounds like your talent, not mine.”
you rolled your eyes, and showed the sweater into his hands.
“try this one on.”
valarr glanced at the changing rooms, then back at you. “yes ma’am.”
ten minutes later he stepped out in the sweater and trousers you’d chosen. you froze. then your entire face lit up.
“oh my god.”
valarr leaned casually against the wall, completely comfortable under your inspection. “well?”
“you’re buying that,” you decided instantly.
he didn’t even ask the price. “of course I am.”
the sales associate appeared as if summoned by magic. “shall I prepare this for purchase, sir?”
valarr nodded once.“yes.”
you looked up at him suspiciously. “you didn’t even check the price.”
he shrugged lightly. “i don’t need to.”
“valarr—”
“you like it,” he said simply.
you opened your mouth to argue. then closed it again.
he held out his hand expectantly. you stared.
“…what?”
“the bags,” he said patiently.
“oh.”
you passed him two more shopping bags without protest. valarr now held approximately half the store. but he didn’t look bothered in the slightest.
if anything, he looked amused, delighted even.
“next store?” he asked.
your eyes immediately brightened.
“oh my god yes there’s a place down the hall that has the perfect coats for you, and i think there’s the new channel store that just opened..” you went on, and on, and on.
valarr pushed off the wall, shifting the bags in his hands. “lead the way.”
you grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the boutique. he followed willingly, already searching for his card again
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