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that1overthere · 6 months
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My college art professor is a trekkie (and a big ds9 fan) and I can't go on Tumblr during his class and look at fanart of Garak with big ol naturals without him spawning behind me and asking questions
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My greatest fear illustrated
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scherzokinn · 3 months
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Garak and Bashir resting (traced from a drawing by Mikhail Larionov)
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tokidokifish · 1 year
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it’s just so funny to hear the “garashir is unhealthy” discourse as the big dumb baby i am, who actually doesn’t much care to seek out toxic relationships and balks on reading fanfics that are even tagged with bittersweet ending. i am a vanilla wafer of a fandom girlie and i fuckin LOVE garashir bc i think it’s a genuinely healthy relationship built on mutual respect and affection, and buddy what else do you even NEED??
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spocks-husband · 3 months
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wordless, wordless.
This is my Star Trek Gift Exchange piece for @idealisticcatastasis!! I really hope you enjoy :")
Words: 1,142
Pairing: Garak/Bashir
Genre/Tropes: Fluff, Slow Dancing, Late-Night Conversations
Summary: Garak has some... interesting dreams.
@startrekwintergiftexchange (am i supposed to tag you guys?? i don't remember lmao)
The Promenade's humming evening silence was closer to eerie than soothing, but Julian paid it little mind as he walked, his hands clasped tightly behind his back and his eyes firmly fixed upon the windows of the station. Logically speaking, Julian knew that the vacuum of Bajoran space was just the same as it always was, that their system of station time was merely devised to give species in need of a consistent sleep schedule some semblance of normalcy-- but quietly, he liked to think that it grew darker this time of 'night', that the stars were just a bit brighter against a contrasting black abyss. 
Since the war had ended the station itself had begun to feel... smaller. There was nothing to do anymore. One would think that being the center of some of the most significant events of this century would make Deep Space Nine a rather popular place to visit, but at least to Julian, it seemed like there were less people every day. 
Miles had gone back to Earth for his academy job and taken his family with him, Captain Sisko was... somewhere with the wormhole aliens, Kira was spending more and more time on her home planet and away from her command post (and when she was back with them there was always a vague sadness in her eyes that Julian fought the urge to ask about. He knew she didn't really want to talk about Odo)-- everything felt... empty, somehow. 
"Doctor? You're up rather late."
Well...
Almost everything. 
Julian smiled softly as he turned around to see that familiar smirk standing several meters away. 
"I could say the same thing about you, Garak," the doctor retorted, taking a few steps until he was close enough to see the way the starlight was glimmering in the Cardassian's blue eyes. There was a moment of stillness that sat between them, a stillness that the two of them often found to linger in their company, but it wasn't paid any mind. If anything, it was welcome. 
"You should know by now that Cardassian sleep schedules are far from identical to those of humans, Doctor" the older man chuckled, his steps falling in a natural sync with Julian's as they began to walk. 
"Then maybe I have you to blame for my current bout of insomnia," Julian joked accusingly. "You're rubbing off on me." 
"Perhaps I am," Garak mused with a slight smile, glancing out the windows for a brief moment. "... Perhaps I could say the same about you." 
"Oh, really?" Julan smirked. 
"Oh, yes, indeed," Garak hummed. "In fact... I've begun dreaming." 
"Dreaming?"
"It's not typical for Cardassians to dream. Not consistently, anyway. Once in a while, sure, but not every night." There was a glimmer of regret shining in his eyes, suddenly, as if he were almost... embarrassed... that he'd brought it up. 
"And what might you be dreaming about?" The doctor asked slowly, his grin widening just slightly. 
"Oh, I can't tell you-- that's highly classified information, my dear doctor," Garak smirked. 
"Oh, of course," Julian nodded in mock seriousness. "I understand completely." 
For a while, there was a silence that returned between the two of them, and Julian couldn't help but consider how... nice... it was. Pleasant, even. 
"Though, there has been a recurring figure in these... dreams of mine," Garak added suddenly, his gaze fixed on everything except for the man at his side. Julian quirked a brow. 
"Oh?" The doctor couldn't help but chuckle. "And... who might this person be?" 
Garak fought the urge to smile. "Oh, I'm not certain," he lied. "I can't ever see him very well, the lights are too dim."
"Then how can you know it's the same man?"
"I just know." 
The silence returned, temporarily. It didn't stay, though-- it never did. 
"Well, what has this man been doing?" Julian snorted, looking up at Garak with a curious smirk. Garak smiled back. 
"Dancing." 
Julian laughed. "Really? Dancing?"  
"Oh, yes," Garak nodded, crossing his arms. "You don't have to believe me if you don't want to." 
"Hm," Julian chuckled. "Well... why don't you show me?" 
Garak raised an eyebrow slowly, his eyes locking with Julian's in a way that made the doctor's heart skip a beat as a smirk rose to his face. Without a word, the Cardassian extended a clawed hand toward Julian, a silent invitation that spoke entirely for itself. The doctor hesitated for just a moment, a playful glint in his eyes, before finally placing his hand in Garak's.
The Promenade's ambient lighting seemed to dim ever so slightly as Garak led Julian to a more open area, away from the occasional midnight passersby and their prying eyes. Garak placed his other hand firmly on Julian's waist, and the doctor's breath caught at the unexpected warmth of the touch. Garak's hands had always seemed so cold to him, but... not tonight. 
"There's no music here, you know," Julian spoke softly, his eyes remaining low as he tried to hide how flushed his cheeks had become. "I didn't necessarily mean... here... and now..." Garak only chuckled. 
"I'm sorry, Doctor, would you like me to stop?"
There was a pause. 
"... No," Julian said finally. "I... don't believe I would."
They began to sway gently, the dance unfolding organically between them. Julian felt a mixture of exhilaration and contentment, realizing that this was a moment he had secretly yearned for. As they moved gracefully together, the silence spoke volumes, filling the empty spaces that the war had left behind.
"You know, Doctor," Garak began, his voice low and intimate, almost careful. "I must confess that dancing was never my forte back on Cardassia. But there's something about this place, this station, that makes everything different."
Julian chuckled, his eyes locked with Garak's. "Maybe it's the stars. Or maybe it's the company."
Garak's gaze softened, and a warmth spread across his features. "Perhaps it's a bit of both," he admitted.
The two continued their dance, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. In the quiet intimacy of the Promenade, surrounded by the hum of the station and the distant twinkling of stars, the boundaries between them blurred. It wasn't just a dance; it was a moment of connection, a shared understanding that went beyond words. There were no more games of riddles and teasing, no subtleties or avoidance. Whatever it was that they were, something they'd always struggled to name... they were here. They were together. Perhaps that was enough. 
As they twirled gracefully, Julian couldn't help but feel a sense of completion. The emptiness that had lingered since the war's end seemed to dissipate with every step. It was warmer here, somehow. 
"Garak...?" 
The Cardassian shook his head slowly. 
"Just let it be, Doctor. I think that might be the best thing to do." 
Julian smiled softly. 
"... If you say so."
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wisteria-lodge · 1 year
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a little garashir sketch. felt like drawing suits 
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fashionlizard · 10 months
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A prompt for the sake of creativity. Julian helping Garak with his shed in a dark room lit by candles. If you can do anything with that or not, it's up to you. I just know I always like prompts for creative things.
Anon, this took me 5ever to do but I love you for this ask <3 The candles and shadows were SO DIFFICULT and I'm stoked to have had the chance to practice it.
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And as per usual, I threw it in my Garashir Digital Art album on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/48238966
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aurora-nova-fic · 1 year
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Post-canon Cardassia fic where Julian joins Garak and Cardassians all say, “Right, a powerful person with an alien lover, we’ve seen this before,” but they assume that Julian is some kind of concubine or kept man and the fic is sixteen chapters of Julian and Garak both trying to convince various people that theirs is a relationship of equals and yes, Julian really is a qualified doctor.
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buckyisonfire · 1 year
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Because behind every gay man is an eviler gayer man
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[Garak as a gray wolf and Bashir as a pharaoh hound basenji mix]
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fortheloveoflatinum · 3 months
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Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak, Damar/Weyoun (Star Trek), Damar & Weyoun 9 (Star Trek)
Characters: Elim Garak, Damar (Star Trek), Julian Bashir, Weyoun (Star Trek), Weyoun 9 (Star Trek), Quark (Star Trek)
Additional Tags: Dramatic Elim Garak, Established Julian Bashir/Elim Garak, Garak being nicer to Damar than Damar deserves, Tailoring, Just a Simple Tailor, Dirty Thoughts, Work In Progress, Damar Lives (Star Trek), Damar being an asshole, Garak misses a date, Damar is to blame, Post-Canon, Post-War, Post-Dominion War (Star Trek), Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary:
A post-canon AU where Damar lives with Weyoun 9 on Deep Space Nine after the war ends.
Communications with Cardassia have recently gone dark. Damar must learn to trust Garak in a world of high stakes. Julian befriends Weyoun and together, the four of them grapple with the aftermath of the Dominion War, the present reality of xenophobic tensions on the station, and their fears for an uncertain future. In this story of found family, two couples find the strength to put their stead in each other.
Chapter the Second is Posted! I hope you enjoy!
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tokidokifish · 1 year
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i saw this post on @wanderingwriter87′s blog and was SEIZED WITH THE URGE to do a garashir version soooo i did!
here’s to thirty years!!
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Alright Garashir Girlies (gender neutral) I need your help again.
I'm trying to find a fic. In the fic there was a constellation, on Cardassia, that has glows and streaks in it. Julian watches it at one point.
I cannot FOR THE LIFE OF ME remember what the fic was. I just remember the constellation/cluster/thing in the night sky, and the shifting lights in it.
Going through my history won't help. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FICS I'VE READ IN THE LAST TWO YEARS ALONE?!
PLEASE HELP!!!!!
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iscalox · 1 year
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Dancing.
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miriam-heddy · 9 months
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Currently:
In Small & Old Fandom Slash Mode
Reading, Writing, Thinking, & Posting About:
♥️Vintage Men
♥️Face/Murdock (ATeam)
♥️Napoleon/Illya (The Man From UNCLE)
♥️Kirk/Spock (Star Trek TOS & Strange New Worlds)
♥️Garak/Bashir (DS9)
Feeling: disconnected, alone, overlooked; “Followers? What are these things called Followers?”
Quote of the Week:
“You see, Colonel, all I have to do is just think of white paper. Just concentrate on white paper, white paper... and then whammo-bammo, I'm gone. People can't see me.”
—HM Murdock
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anndramarama · 11 months
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I can't believe I was today years old when I found out this existed. 🥹
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fashionlizard · 1 year
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I do as the brain worm guides.
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