#elim garak fanfic

[catboyelimgarak]

Garak lying to a dying Tain that there was no one there but them, and letting Julian be there for Tain’s Shri-tal, was the moment Garak devoted himself to Julian. He told Julian (in a Cardassian way Julian didn’t know at the time probably) that Tain’s death meant he, Garak, was choosing to give his entire being to Julian. Garak lied to Tain — the man he was trained to follow and take orders from since childhood for the protection of Cardassia — as an act of untethering himself to the man, and a bit of Cardassia too. He knew he would be free after that, and he took the initiative of devoting himself to Julian, so he would not have to suffer being without a chain/anchor in the ocean of space for long —even IF he wouldn’t be that lost for long and knew he’d be with Julian soon enough once back on DS9. He was exiled from his home and losing the only other source of direction, but he chose to take the leap and be/have Julian as his new holder. And being with the man he found himself in love with was just his own personal win.

[starfleetshrimps]

yall keep writing garak and bashir fucking nasty style in the defiant--HOW????? THOSE BUNKS ARE .007 CM FROM THE CEILING? THE RANGE OF THRUSTING MOTION IS MINISCULE??? IM NOT EVEN SURE YOU COULD FEASIBLY STACK THE TWO OF THEM ON TOP OF EACH OTHER--NOT TO MENTION GARAK'S RAGING CLAUSTRAPHOBIA? the logistics aren't logisticing

i mean keep writing that shit but like. I will be imagining a sensible double mattress for them. with headroom. in my mind palace.

[ineskorth]

I just read on Instagram that someone and their partner 'let AI write fanfiction about Garashir just to see how their relationship could evolve' and I'm like

I have a headache. Do people actually begin to forget that fanfiction archives exist?

[bitkahuna]

once or twice a month I get an ask about why I make all my fanfic main characters (Bilbo Baggins, Harry Potter, Julian Bashir (Bashir x Garak not posted yet)) curly haired. It’s cause I have curly hair and deadass no one has curly hair in fanfic or canon.

I had over a decade (not adopted (yes people ask that)) raised by people with straight hair, and having to unlearn and relearn how to care for my hair. So yea, I put a bit of myself into it. That’s why.

Curly hair is a time commitment and it matters. Even if your hair is wavy, it’s something worth committing towards in terms of time and experimentation with products.

[gardenvarietyhuman]

Let’s all give thanks to @iowacornfarm for creating this art! It’s so beautiful! ❤️

[dusty-cobweb]

Julian realizes that Garak is still hurting weeks after the incident with the wire. He intends to help.

tw // mention of suicide, animal death (not explicit)

Garak lied. He knew how to mold his face, suppress the suspicious lilt of his voice and stim of his hands. Yes, Garak was a very good liar.

However, today, merely a few weeks after the wire incident, his facade trembled. It wasn’t obvious, not at first. But Julian knew Garak, or at least knew how he acted.

He would smile coyly, maybe move the replicated flowers from the center of the table, press his hands together politely while Julian got his meal. Afterwards, they would exchange barbed words, meant not to hurt but to puncture holes in the other’s argument. It was fun, for the most part. One they equally enjoyed.

Now, Garak still smiled, but his lips pressed flatter than usual, painting a thin line against dull scales.

“Doctor? I do hope I’m not boring you?” Garak’s voice fluttered in, almost amused at his lack of attention.

“No! No, not at all Garak. It’s just…” Julian tried to find the words, tried to place what was so wrong with the picture in front of him.

“Just..?” Garak questioned.

“Your scales— they’re not shiny like they usually are.” Julian ended up saying, cursing himself as he did. Garak seemed just as surprised as himself, his brow ridge shooting a bit higher than usual.

“You know how work goes. Lots of commissions make for not much time for scale treatment, you understand,” He says, “Now about the Mirabal sisters; I can see what you were trying to say with the story, but in Cardassia a leader such as Chujillo”— his accent slithered out—“would never have taken power in the first place. Our peer-reviewed system prevents this.”

At any other time, Julian would’ve jumped at the opportunity to dissect what peer-reviewed meant (he suspects that’s why Garak said it), but right now all he could think about was finding out why Garak was so evasive.

“Garak,” He needled in what others have said is his “doctor’s voice”. “Do not try to avoid the subject, not with me.”

For a moment, Garak’s eyes darkened. Not in anger, but something more soulful; a bone deep exhaustion that settled heavily on armored shoulders. It was like all the life had left his body, leaving only the aftermaths of the wire in its place. And then— just as quickly as it came— it left, leaving only Garak’s saccharine sweet smile.

“My dear, there is no need to worry.” He said simply. No further explanation, no more platitudes, no lies. The worry in Julian’s heart turned desperate.

He was losing Garak.

Julian sat quietly with that thought. Garak sipped his tea. Finally, “I had a cat when I was younger.”

Garak looked at him over his tea.

“And here I thought I knew everything about you, my dear doctor.” Garak smiled lightly. Smiled as if Julian wasn’t plunging down a rabbit hole of what-ifs.

“She was the cuddliest thing— a calico, meaning she had all these multicolored spots on her fur. Gosh, she was beautiful. And wherever I went, she followed. Always my little shadow. If I sat down, she jumped onto my lap. If I showered, she would wait in the sink. Every night, she would find a way to sleep on me, even if I turned over.” Julian smiled sadly at the thought— it had been so long since he thought of Mu’izza.

“While that’s quite touching doctor, I don’t know how that’s related to totalitarian dictatorships of Latin America.” Garak once again took up his teacup.

“One day, she just got up and left. Jumped out of an open window, maybe. I don’t know.”

Garak frowned, “I’m sorry my dear, that must’ve been heartbreaking,” After a few moments of considering pause, “If she was fed well, taken care of—loved— then why did she leave you so suddenly?”

“Because cats hide when they go off to die, Garak. They don’t want to be vulnerable in front of others.”

Julian looked at Garak, really looked at him. And Garak saw his desperation, his pleading for him to understand. And of course Garak understood; the doctor was hardly ever subtle with his metaphors.

“Ah,” Garak said simply, tea cup placed gently back into its plate.

“Sometimes I think if Mu’izza stayed and let me take care of her, that maybe I could’ve saved her.” Julian’s voice got softer at the end, cushioned by a long standing sadness.

“Or maybe you couldn’t have. Maybe you would have just prolonged her suffering by helping her. Doesn’t she deserve to die when she wants?” Garak retorted. He was angry, he realized suddenly. He was so angry. Garak wanted to snarl, to bear his teeth and swipe their meals off the table, watch his delicate tea cup shatter. He wanted to throttle the doctor, make it so he could never breach his psych again.

Through his newfound fury, Garak heard the doctor’s voice flutter in again, “You’re right. Maybe she would’ve been miserable. But we’re peddling hypotheticals again. The fact of the matter is my little Mu’izza was still vulnerable when she died. It didn’t matter where she went to die, she always would’ve been powerless. At least with me, I could’ve had her in my lap, could’ve shielded her from the cold, could’ve—“ Julian’s voice wobbles, just slightly. It’s enough for him to pause, take a deep breath, and look away. Garak notices the barely there shimmer of tears in his eyes.

Oh, my dear Julian, Garak realizes. The anger at the doctor ebbs, turning into an aching love that moves him to wrap his hands around the doctors’. Julian looks back at Garak, surprised. For a moment all he does is look at their enjoined hands and Garak worries he miscalculated. Then, slowly, Julian squeezes.

“I just… I just wish I could’ve said goodbye. That’s what I really want.” Julian whispers, just for Garak to hear.

“I see that now, my dear. I’m sorry if I brought up bad memories.” Garak returns the squeeze.

“Are you sorry enough to not make more bad memories?” Julian asks. His voice was like a molten sword dipped in oil, fiery words hidden beneath a tempered tone.

“You cannot ask that of me, my dear. Please do not ask that of me.” Garak pleads. Julian frowns, worrying his lip between his teeth. Finally, he nods.

“Then, I only ask that you let me say goodbye. Will you allow me that?”

“Of course, my dear doctor.”

Julian squeezes his hand and makes to let go, but Garak holds on. Perhaps it’s selfish of him to cling to the doctor. But now that he’s felt the warmth of his hand and the breadth of his care, Garak can’t imagine letting him go now.

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yeah this is bad but idc. no beta, no thoughts, just pure procrastination from finals.

good night everyone ! sweet dreams to me (i will be playing solitaire until 3:30 AM)

[lovemelizards]

Humanoids have always sought love and companionship, and the future is filled with dating apps, but what happens when an eager CMO new to the station stumbles upon Quark’s take on the trend? Enter ‘Quinder’! What could go wrong?

Rating:

Explicit

Warnings:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

M/M

Fandoms:

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Relationships:

Julian Bashir/Elim Garak

Characters:

Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Quark (Star Trek)

Additional Tags:

Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Julian is scared and horny, What-lf, Angst and Fluff and Smut, First Meetings

[altumvidetur]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Star Trek Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Miles O'Brien, Quark (Star Trek), Odo (Star Trek), Rom (Star Trek), Original Random Ensign Additional Tags: featuring a little bit of Rom/Leeta and just a dash of Quodo, First Kiss, Star Trek Potluck 2024, Mutual Pining, Mostly Fluff Summary:

Every year on what would be Bajor’s winter solstice, Bajorans everywhere present their loved ones with gifts of homemade food, baked or cooked without using replicated ingredients. The exact scope of the festival is subject to discussion — some Bajorans argue that close family and friends should receive some sort of token, others believe these bonds are best acknowledged during the Gratitude Festival — but there’s one strong point of agreement: if you have a significant other, you must prepare them their favorite food as a love offering. It’s about as important as one’s wedding anniversary day.

Of course, if you want to declare your romantic intentions for someone, there isn’t a more perfect occasion, and to accept a person’s love offering during Tem’en’mara is virtually the same as saying yes to a committed relationship.

Julian makes a gesture.

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Written for the @startrekpotluck! Thank you so much to the mods for organizing this beautiful event ♡ ～('▽^人)

[onwhatcaptain]

I posted my first Garashir fic on AO3. It's my take on why Garak never noticed the changeling had replaced Bashir. It's some of my best writing yet, and I'm quite proud of it!

A Partition of Oaths (10561 words) by onwhatcaptain

Chapters: 1/2

Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak

Characters: Julian Bashir, Changeling Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, Tora Ziyal, Miles O'Brien, Mila Garak, Enabran Tain (mentioned), Original Bajoran Characters

Additional Tags: POV Elim Garak, Julian Bashir and Elim Garak's Book Club, Cardassian Literature, Cardassian Culture, Bajoran Culture, Bajoran Gratitude Festival, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Angst, Pining, Garak is desperate for love and attention, My take on why Garak doesn't notice the changeling, The ending is resolved through canon and not in the fic

Summary:

Deep Space Nine is hosting its fifth annual Peldor Festival. Garak, still struggling to accept the loss of his own home, despises the sound of joy and celebration. All he wants is to be alone.

He fails to notice how thoroughly the changeling that replaces Bashir deceives him.

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The Federation reached its long limbs across the ink of space, unendingly planting itself with shallow roots in a thousand worlds. A Cardassian needed nothing outside of the nourishment of the homeland. They sustained the motherland, and in turn, she sustained them. Humans could not truly know isolation, for should they try hard enough, it seemed they could create a home anywhere, fickle creatures that they were.

[meya-lily-writes]

Alpha reader/critique partner request

I'm looking for an alpha reader/critique partner for my fic I'm working on. It's called The Perek Flower and the Meya Lily. It's a Garak/OC story.

The link to the first chapter is here if you're interested.

[pon-farr-night]

Banging my head on the desk trying to finish the Garashir fanfic I started TWO MONTHS AGO

[fortheloveoflatinum]

Damar's Redemption Arc

The best part of DS9 Season 7 was Damar's redemption arc and no one can tell me otherwise.

Here you have this loyal Cardassian solider, probably done some things, seen some things. Killed some innocent people just for the hell of it. He makes a drunken fool of himself all the time, and he's a high-ranking officer who shouldn't be acting that way and he also can't stand what has become of his homeworld, but there is no room for dissent in the Dominion, no room to challenge the Founders and every time he tries to argue with Weyoun, the Vorta shuts him down.

And slowly, he comes around. Pulls himself together. People start to notice. Weyoun notices, and Damar comes to a revelation and defects. And he dies for what he believes in and its beautiful. He falls fighting for the Cardassia he knew, that once-proud empire of his youth that he helped lead astray. And in doing so, he atones, in part, for his sins. It couldn't have ended any other way.

He was the character that I was most devastated when he died - besides Jadzia, of course - because even though you knew it was coming, even though it was the inevitable, logical conclusion, it still hurts. You grow to care for him as a character, see him through a sympathetic lens. Who he could have been. Who he might have been, if he'd been a Federation citizen. Starfleet brings out the best in us all, and I think it would have brought out the best in Damar as well, as it did with Garak, as it does with so many characters.

I kind of want a domestic fic where Damar lives and somehow there's a Weyoun 9 kind of like Weyoun 6 and they all live happily ever after, Garak and Damar bickering like brothers and Julian and Weyoun bonding over their Cardassian mates. It's what I want and maybe it's what I'll write but probably not because who would read it?

[l0st-strawberry]

OK SO!

Remember my post about me being indecisive about whether to write a spooky scary ske- I mean fanfic about garashir or spirk? WELL! It’s 3 against 2 for both. (Two votes being for garashir) HOWEVER. I have since come up with a better base storyline for garashir. So I will write that first.

You will of course get sneak peaks of chapters and also be notified when each chapters get published…I might be even willing to make a tag list if people are interested…

For the people who also wanted spirk, FRET NOT! I do also have an idea for that. I mean, how does a prequel explaining more of the origins of the horror sound like? Hmm? :D

That being said I don’t necessarily want to make any promises as I’ve never completed a fanfic and already having TWO I plan on writing now seems a bit am ambitious…and I will put most on my focus on the garashir fic first, I really don’t want to overwhelm myself…but enough rambling on my part. And wish me luck on my writing journey!

[bitkahuna]

Tbh idk if I’m old enough to write Garak x Bashir fanfic cause that shit is always QUALITY and I think I’d just defile that shit lmao

Good thing I already started anyway lmao

[gardenvarietyhuman]

I’m at the teacher institute day today and the presenter looks like a beautiful, delicious, goofy as fuck Julian Bashir. I can’t even listen to him right now because I’m sitting there like, “I write about you having alien sex.” Send help.

[spocks-kaathyra]

learned how to edit purely bc I need everyone to know this song and how well it fits Garak