#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.

[fonthoura]

I am down in the gutter of yet another ship, folks.

Give me your recs for Garashir fics, I'm a Sucker for hurt confort, heavy angst and the whole sadness ordeal, but I'm not interested in smut.

Important note: I am autistic - therefore insane about Julian Bashir

Give me something cuz I'm eating ao3 whole right now.

[becauseimaclevergirl]

I am so very new to the world of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine; however, I was hit with a fic idea I have nothing to do with, nor do I know if this is already a narrative:

Setting: station

Characters: Bashir, Sisko, o Brian, Garak, Kira, Dax, odo, quark, etc

Main idea: turbo lifts are malfunctioning and giving miles a headache. Everytime he thinks he’s fixed them, he gets another message that one is down. Cut to bashir and Kira taking a lift together, teasing one another light heartedly, when the lift shudders and begins to fall quickly. The emergency response sparks and catches them, but the doors refuse to open. They are able to com miles about being stuck, but the message is odd, crackling and distant. Miles is able to get the door to open remotely, shockingly, to a dark and humid floor. There is an unknown portion of the station not on the schematics currently. Bashir and Kira are unable to communicate with the others. Kira wants to explore, but Bashir is reluctant to leave the lift, citing that miles might get it working and then where will they be. Kira cajoles him into leaving the “safety” of the lift and look around. Amounts to a lot of nothing, empty stations, quarters what have you. But they find one thing in abundance: confusion. Despite only walking a few feet away from the lift they are startled to look back and see that the lift is no longer there at all.

Cut to miles being able to recall the lift to their spot, only for it to open sans Kira and Bashir. Garak, passing by, “overhears” (very obviously spying) Bashir and Kira being now missing. He resolves that he, miles, and odo will ride to the last lift stop to see where they are, since no messages are getting through to their coms. They ride down but the last spot indicates there is not a floor listed and the doors once again refuse to open. Miles is able to open the doors again and they are shocked to see the same floor Kira and Bashir did.

Then it gets a little scooby doo like, what with them all running around trying to find one another. Ultimately, there’s a toxic pipe leak (hence the humidity issue) of some kind on this floor that’s been previously contained which causes amnesia (forgetting how long you’ve been walking, where the door was, what your job is ???? etc). It was meant to be rectified years before, but everyone forgot about it!!!

Would be sweet if garashir is involved but not the focus.

Odo is the only one not completely affected by it (and gets very snarky before getting concerned that Garak forgot Bashir’s name….) so he is able to take the lead and get everyone to safety. Ends with sisko face palming honestly.

Anywho, for anyone who would like to discuss this more let me know. Can find me here or as @werberthest on ao3

[dreamerdrop]

Itch // Garak/Bashir // Rated E

Important Tags: Sex Addiction, Trans Julian Bashir, Hypersexual Julian Bashir, Mildly Dubious Consent, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Marathon Sex, Pre-Episode: s02e22 The Wire (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine), Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Sex While High.

It’s like an itch, an involuntary response that builds up inside him, making him pent up and agitated. He can’t really explain it, nor has he worked out any way to ignore it. The only thing that helps is scratching it, over and over until it’s raw and bleeding. He’s not even sure he enjoys it sometimes, but it makes it stop.

He’s heard Cardassians have some kind of scenting organ, that they can smell things humans can’t. He wonders if he might smell utterly putrid to Garak in his current state.

(Basically: Julian has a sex addiction, Garak provides him with some relief.)

The dubcon is pretty mild here, but Julian and Garak are both in an altered state (so to speak) for most it. This is like 99% shameless smut with a teensy bit of character analysis as a framing device, honestly, so don’t expect anything particularly in depth here lol.

[gardenvarietyhuman]

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

[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.

[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)

[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

[fortheloveoflatinum]

This Year's Christmas Fic - Now By Popular Demand

The title is only a *little* misleading, but hey, folx, it's not Christmas yet!

I will be writing my traditional yearly Garshir Christmas Fic - You can find the previous ones below:

2023's "The Present Plot"

2022's "Meet Me Under the Mistletoe"

And now you can help me decide what to write for this year's Christmas fic!

Let me know what you would like to see, folx. Ahem hopefully y'all decide to endorse my own (private/secret) choice - for I'll be voting, too, but only once! But let the people speak!

Caption of the GIF for all the Captains out there who can't view it: Garak waving away Dr. Bashir's incredulity about one of Garak's more illicit skills, saying, "It's... a hobby of mine."It depicts him from the waist up before he turns and walks away. It shows him being approximately 10 percent bitchy, 20 percent smug, 30 percent *done* with people underestimating him, and 40 percent reluctantly being a hero, but it's kind of clear from context clues that he's only doing it as a favor because it's for his dear doctor....

[pon-farr-night]

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