#garak: why did you think i have breasts

[comic-sans-chan]

julian not bi or gay but a secret third thing: garak has been third sex the whole time and julian had no idea but upon finding out is suddenly obsessed

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DS9 S3 E12 Part 1 and Part 2 "Past Tense"

So....I watched these episodes for the first time about one month ago. This is not a review of the episode, but a quick look at some things I enjoyed. I just realized the play on words of the episode title....past......tense.....Past.....Tense.....PAST TENSE. Got it. Good!

Anyway, Jadzia looks professional and ready to mingle in the suit, very flattering, even the feather is great. It looks just different enough to feel unfamiliar to our 2020s, but similar to the point we recognize the potential trends humanity could have experienced and maybe still should.

I love the refined silly look! Hair is fantastic. Great job everyone! High fives all around.

Look at that vest! Can there be too many stripes? NOPE. And before you ask, yes those stripes go ALL the way down girl. All the way. Whoever decided that our vests need to be tailored to be worn upside down is an innovative magician. The fabric beneath that is also wonderful. Looks paisley in design? Either way it is beautiful!

Just look at that smile! No wonder Worf fell in love with Jadzia just like many others before him and all of us viewers! Magnificent molars!

Geometric fashion was really cutting edge....heheheh....

However, art did was not done any favor by that odd Tron Crosshair throwback thing. Maybe it is the Bell Riot Era version of retro? it isn't terrible, but would you hang that on the wall of your 2020s AU penthouse suite? Would you though? I genuinely don't know if you would, so please tell me because I have to decorate in an hour.

You might think that hot fashion would not be allowed in the slums and that the Sanctuary does not permit hotties to dress as provocateurs', but you would be wrong. Julian is sporting a lovely horizontal stripe vest that fits perfectly with his heavy hoodie. He looks VERY comfortable against the concrete.

Julian cannot steal the spotlight though. He might be Garak's main squeeze, but Ben Sisko steps aside for no one. Flannel is the future people.

Perfect outdoor wear for a BBQ with the family or for saving timelines from suffering, Sisko stands front and center showing off a delicious cutoff flannel top with the breast pockets needed for snacks. His overalls also boast great maneuverability and certainly flatter his glutes.

Commanding a room has never been so chic. But we still need to enjoy Kira and Miles.

Do you know why Miles needs to wear such a HUGE belt? It is because he carries so many tools in his pockets. The man is a walking toolbox I swear. You might think that the two tone top is common place in Star trek, and you would be right. But wrapped around the unmatched muscle of O'Brien we get a sight that captured Keiko from day one. Manly magnificence on the bridge!!! Let's take a closer look at Kira. She is always worth it.

No one else could pull off nose tape with such panache and flair! She is a beauty. I think I am smitten! Short hair has never looked better than it does right now. Her knitted vest draws out the color in her hair. The bag she wears proves that she totally snuck a disrupter to the past.....probably. She is always ready for action.

Rest up you lovely man. You deserve it. The purple pjs just work. They make sense since Sisko is DS9 royalty.

OH THERE IT IS! My favorite mug! That thing shows up sometimes and I guarantee Sisko bought that from a gift shop on the promenade.

When all is said and done Star Trek is about fashion. This is a fashion show disguised as the best science fiction franchise ever made.

[damnhardwork]

Death Under The Holographic Sun! (-macneiceisms)

This one has been in my WIP folder a while now! It will be a little while before I can begin posting it, as it’s a murder mystery (of a sort), so I want to have it as complete as possible before it goes up on AO3, otherwise it’s going to end up with plot holes galore!

This is a Garak/Bashir holosuite fic. Specifically an Agatha Christie pastiche, with Garak and Bashir taking on the roles of Poirot and Hastings, respectively. Well, roles that heavily resemble the little Belgian detective and his erstwhile companion, at least (we all know Quark’s too cheap for the real thing).

It’s sun, sea, and slaughter, all set on the pleasure planet Caro V’s beautiful riviera. 

An excerpt...

Death Under The Sun

A Hercule Holographics Adventure

Julian watched as Garak moved through his shop, casting an appreciative eye over his immaculately tailored form. The tuxedo that Garak had sported for many of their holoadventures was gone, replaced by a three-piece suit in cream. Single-breasted, it was edged with black piping, matching buttons adorning the cuffs. Upon his left lapel sat a pin vase holding a small, strange-looking black flower—something native to Cardassia, no doubt. At his wrists, a pair of silver cufflinks set with obsidian stones. A slash of red decorated his throat; a bow tie, in the most hideous fabric Julian had ever had the misfortune to see.    

It did not detract from the whole, however. If anything, the flaw made the man all the more interesting to look at. 

Which Julian did. Unabashedly.

Not that Garak appeared to notice. 

“Thankfully we’ve moved on from overdramatic spy novels to something with a touch more substance,” said the object of Julian’s affections as he set the last bolt of fabric down upon the shelf. “And a great deal more elegance.”

Garak turned to face him, a look of challenge in his wide blue eyes. Julian knew better than to rise to the obvious bait. In his experience, the only arguments worth having with Garak were the ones that took a deliberate amount of effort to instigate. 

“You know, if I were a betting man,” Julian said, a wry smile twisting his lips, “I wouldn’t have put money on this being the genre that finally convinced you human literature was worth reading.”

Garak grinned in reply, the flash of white teeth almost predatory. 

“That, my dear Doctor, is precisely why I will be playing the detective this evening, and you are relegated to the role of foil.”

Whilst the jab at Julian’s intelligence wasn’t unexpected, it still rankled. He folded his arms and gave Garak a hard stare. 

“I suppose you think the reason for that obvious, do you?”

Garak appeared unperturbed. His grin widened further, eyes dancing with merriment as they took in Julian’s pout.  

“Obvious enough for a man of your supposed intellect,” he replied with a wave of his hand. “My fondness for enigma tales is hardly a secret. There is little practical difference between Shoggoth and Sayers, save for the setting. And unlike the ‘swinging sixties’ of your atrocious spy novels, when it comes to fashion and interior decor, the era of Poirot, Wimsey and Alleyn was one of unparalleled taste and sophistication.” 

Garak, Julian had discovered, had a soft spot for all things Art Deco. Not an entirely surprising state of affairs, now that he thought about it. Cardassia’s architecture was strikingly similar in some ways, as was its art. A touch less colourful, yes, and distinctly less opulent, but with the same bold, geometric forms underpinning the whole. 

“If you want a little time alone with drapes before we begin, Garak, all you have to do is ask,” Julian said. 

“Jealousy is an ugly emotion, Doctor.”

Julian felt his stomach lurch at the implication, but tamped it down. He knew Garak didn’t mean it—it was merely something he said to needle Julian, to begin a round of bickering and provide him with an argument to win.

They flirted. Constantly. Both the Human way, and the Cardassian. But it meant nothing, no matter how much Julian wished otherwise. It was simply a little fun to pass the time, each racking up points against the other on some great, imaginary scoreboard of arguments won and lost. 

“Not as ugly as that fabric,” Julian said, swapping the beginning of one argument for another as he pointed at Garak’s bowtie.

Garak’s expression turned frosty.

“Yes, well, forgive me, but I’m loathe to take sartorial advice from a man who thinks velvet tank-tops are an acceptable fashion choice.”

[klingonn-klingoff]

Never Thought I Would Be This Lucky [Garashir]

Not Requested

Prompt: Garak watches a woman flirt with Julian and gets jealous because he thinks Julian would never want him. 

words: 924

warnings: None. 

Garak observed the woman lean forward across the bar. She was showing Julian her breasts. He prayed that Julian would pay no attention to the tramp. He felt the familiar boil of jealousy rise up when she captured his hand and pressed it to her forehead. She was playing into that revolting little doctor-patient fantasy.

Julian took his hand back from the woman who's seductive smile had now faltered. He seemed to be irritated with her. Julian pushed himself up on his toes and told something to Quark. Quark acknowledged Julian before turning back to what he was doing.

Garak forced himself to look away. Julian was probably hurrying the drinks so he can quickly finish their lunch. He was most likely going to bed the woman and knowing it shattered his already damaged heart just a little more.

Garak wondered if anyone would ever be interested in him. He was nothing the younger man wanted. Why would a man like Bashir ever be interested in him?

He knew that Julian was always going to be unattainable, but he fell in love anyway. Of course, he had been in love before, but the past lover paled in comparison to Julian.

He should have known that the lack of women he had been with for the past few months wouldn't last. He had been single, displaying a lack of interest in the women who passed through the station. Garak had hoped that would mean that he was final growing up.

Julian set the glass of Kanar in front of him and jerking him back into the moment. He berated himself for letting himself get so distracted with his self-pity. Perhaps his father was right all along. Love was a man's greatest weakness.

"Distracted?" Julian asked.

Julian sat across from him with a knowing smile. That smile is something he has grown to admire. Julian is so enchanting. The women he beds do not know how lucky they are. He would give anything to be in their shoes.

"That was a lovely woman. . ." He trailed off, lifting the glass of Kanar to his lips, "She seemed interested in you."

Julian glanced back in the direction of the woman and shrugged, "Not interested."

Garak scoffed, "Not interested? Now, forgive me if I have trouble believing that. She's young, beautiful, and she is throwing herself at you."

Julian rolled his eyes, "Maybe I don't want someone young, beautiful, and throwing themselves at me." Julian pushed his glass back and leaned forward, "Maybe I want someone older, alluring, guarded, and suspicious."

Garak tensed. There was no way that Julian had meant that. There was no way the man he had been pining after for yeats was interested in him. Julian had to be pulling some morbid prank.

"Did I overstep?" Julian asked. Julian looked terrified.

"No, Doctor, I. . ." There was a heavy silence for a moment as he thought of what to ask. There was only one question coming to mind. "Why?"

Julian took his hand across the table, "Garak, I would choose you over anyone."

Garak watched Julian closely. He was searching for any sign that he was lying. He seemed truthful enough. It was tempting to believe Julian, But there was a chance this was still a joke.

He needed to think.

He needed to go.

"Doctor, I need to go back to my shop." Garak stood up and hurried to the promenade. Once he was out of Quark's bar, he took a breath.

He hurried to his shop, but he felt someone grab his elbow, "Garak, we need to talk."

"doctor, I must protest. I am a very busy man." Garak tried to pull out of his grip but was not successful. Julian dragged him over to the side of the promenade and let his arm go.

"Listen to me, Garak. I want you to believe me. I need you to believe me." Julian whispered, stepping closer. "Over the years. . . I have grown to love you. Everything that we have been through together made me realize that you are the one for me. I don't want someone ordinary." Julian moved even closer, "I want someone extraordinary, like you, Elim."

"Extraordinary?" Garak whispered.

"absolutely."

Garak was moved. He stared in awe of the man in front of him. He was left speechless. He did the next best thing. Garak reached out and cupped Julian's jaw for a moment. He stroked his cheekbone watching Julian's face flooded with relief. He leaned into Garak's hand and smiled. His eyes fluttered closed.

Garak could not believe the level of trust Julian had for him. He had such a dark past. He had killed people. He had tortured people. Yet, here he was stroking the cheek of a man who loved and trusted him. That was something he would never take for granted. He was a lucky man.

Garak pulled Julian into a kiss. For a moment he was worried that Julian wouldn't return the kiss. Julian deepened the kiss placing a hand on the back of his neck. They pulled away after a few more moments.

Garak kept his eyes closed for an extra few moments before he opened them. Julian had the widest smile on his face. "Does this mean-" Julian cut himself off looking to the floor.

"Julian, I wish you understood how lucky you have made me feel," Garak said with a smile.

"I think I have a pretty good understanding of how you feel, Elim," Julian whispered, leaning in again.

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[suburbantimewaster]

This is the cover for Mind Games Chapter 3 that I commissioned ForeverMedhok to draw.  In this scene, Marino's meeting Garak face to face in the guise of getting a new dress while hoping to learn more about Garak.  Unfortunately, for her, Garak's well-aware of her game and is just playing along.  Believe it or not, when I was writing chapter 4 of Desert Rose, I actually went back and looked at this scene for reference of how to write the scene where Jafar puts a necklace on Amana.  In fact, as soon as the drawing I commissioned for chapter 1 of Desert Rose gets done, I might do a scene by scene comparison.

Marino walked through the corridor, seeing two passing Starfleet officers stop their conversation to give her a disapproving glance.  It wasn't long until she found herself at the Tailor Shop, seeing a row of dresses, suits, and other clothing items.  Marino immediately headed for the dresses.

"Is there something I can help you with?" a smooth voice asked from behind her.

She turned around to see the same Cardassian from earlier with jet black hair combed back and steel blue eyes that seemed as warm and inviting as his smile.  Yet they also seemed to be shielding something, as if he were an actor taught to convey false emotion with his eyes to the point where he became the character.  The scales on his forehead formed the shape of a spoon, which might have been how that racial slur came to be.  Marino found herself staring at the ridges on his neck, wondering how they would feel if she stroked them.

"Do you see anything that pleases you?" he asked in a pleasant tone, almost seductive.

"Oh," Marino said quickly, breaking out of her stupor.  "I've never been this close to a Cardassian male before."

"That's quite all right, my dear," he told her.  "This is the closest I've been to a human."

"Then it's a new experience for both of us," Marino stated awkwardly, something that made the Cardassian nod.

"Now, my dear, do you require my services or did you only wish to have your first contact with a Cardassian?"

"It's the first one," Marino told him, backing away from the dresses.  "Quark sent me here and I was hoping you could make a dress for me."

"Of course, my dear," the Cardassian, who must be this Garak she heard about, told her in his pleasant voice.  "Provided that you don't mind me taking your measurements."

"No, not at all," the ensign told him, standing still as he got out his tailoring kit.  "I'm not ashamed of my body."

"And you shouldn't be," Garak told her, opening the case and taking out his measurer.  "However, you might want to consider eating a bit more."  The tailor indicated towards Candy's underfed figure.

"You think I'm skinny, I oughta show you a picture of Jasmine," she told him as he used the measurer to scan her height.

"Jasmine?" Garak asked Marino in his smooth voice.

"She's my niece, well one of them," Marino said, quickly correcting herself as he moved the measurer to her breasts, or lack of, while she raised her arms up.  "The girl's so skinny, you can practically see her bones."

"That does not sound like a pleasing mental image," Garak told Marino as she felt his breath near her ear, taking in his intoxicating scent.

"You got that right," Marino responded, picturing her anorexic niece as Garak used the measurer to scan her thin waist.  "Believe it or not, it's quite common where I come from.  Someone's not happy with their weight, so they develop an eating disorder."

"And here I thought Earth was a paradise," Garak told her in his silky smooth voice, erasing the image of Jasmine from her mind.

"Well, there's no war or poverty on Earth."

"And yet humans develop eating disorders on this same planet."

"Anyone can develop an eating disorder, no matter where you live Mr..." Marino said, trying to keep an innocent tone while defending her home planet.  "I don't think you told me your name."

"Oh, forgive my rudeness," Garak said, moving the measurer to Marino's small hips.  "My name is Garak, plain, simple Garak.  As you can see, I'm a Cardassian by birth and the only one of my kind left on this station."

"I'm Ensign Candy Marino, a human Italian-American Starfleet officer from Redbank, New Jersey, Earth, and I'm new to this station," she responded in kind.

"Italian-American?"

"It means that I'm an American citizen with Italian ancestry," Marino explained, fidgeting her body a bit.  "My mom's ancestors are from Sicily and my Dad's ancestors are from Tuscany."

"Please, stand still, my dear."

"Oh, didn't mean to throw you off," the ensign told him apologetically while watching the Tailor's face for any sign of interest.  Surprisingly, he kept his composure.  "So, is Garak your first or your last name?"

"Does it really matter, Ensign Marino?"

"I'm just not sure if I should ask you to call me Candy or Marino," she explained, brushing back a loose strand of her hair with a smile on her face.

Garak only answered with a smile as he put his measuring device back in his kit.  "Tell me, my dear, is there any particular dress you're looking for?"

"Well, I'll be singing at Quark's as soon as I get it," Marino explained, clasping her pendant as if she was in deep thought.

"Really?" Garak asked her intrigued.  "And how did Quark agree to that?"

"I asked him to give me a trial run," Marino told the tailor as she turned to face him.  "I plan to only sing one song on occasion and end it by promoting an aspect of Quark's bar."  She quickly added.  "If you want, I could also tell everyone that you made my dress."

"That's very considerate of you, Ensign but, I assure you, my shop is doing just fine," Garak told her reassuringly.

"How?" Marino asked curiously and then corrected herself.  "I don't mean to overstep my bounds, but how can a Tailor Shop run by a Cardassian expect to make a living here."  Marino stroked her pendant.  "For that matter, why start a Tailor shop on a Bajoran space station?"

"Why, my dear, this is beginning to sound like an interrogation," Garak said with that same charming smile.

"Just my imagination running away with me," Marino explained, showing a slight embarrassment in her voice.

"No need to be embarrassed," Garak told her.  "An imaginative mind is the sign of intelligence."

"Really?" Marino asked, not even bothering to hide her flattery.  "Then I must be one of the most intelligent minds in the universe."

Garak only responded with a smile.  "Why, my dear, I doubt that I would go that far." Marino clenched her fist, fighting back a strong urge to prove him wrong.  "However, to answer your question, exile leaves you very few options."  Marino tilted her head to show that she was listening.  "I had a somewhat successful Tailor Shop on Cardassia.  Unfortunately, I exaggerated my success and found myself in serious trouble for tax fraud."

"That's a little harsh," Marino said, feigning sympathy while hoping that Garak couldn't figure out her ignorance.

"I suppose a member of the Federation would see it that way," Garak said to her.  "Now, what is it that you're looking for in your dress?"

"I'm not sure," Marino said in deep thought, clasping her pendant once again.  "I know I want something elegant, but that's a no-brainer."  Then turned to Garak.  "What do you think would be best?"

"Well, my dear," Garak said studying her as if she were a muse for an unpainted canvas.  "I would suggest something eye-catching with a unique quality."  Garak put his hand on her shoulder and looked at her pendant with admiration.  "Much like this—"

Marino's mind clouded with panic as she pushed Garak away from her.  "Don't touch me!" she shrieked.

For a minute, Garak looked startled but then quickly picked himself back up.

"Looks like this charade is over," Marino admitted with a sigh of relief.  "I've got to say, you're good."

"I wouldn't underestimate your talent either."

"So, who are you really?"

"Why, my dear, I'm just a simple tailor making my way in a harsh galaxy," Garak told her, giving his same huge grin as if he was taunting her.  "Haven't you already deduced that?"

[capan-devereaux]

Caring Cardassian (Garak x Reader)

*** WARNING this involves some slightly smutty stuff ***

Now this starts out with slightly sexy stuff before the reader gets some angst. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.

***

You woke up to someone placing a chaste kiss to your lips and holding your cheek. Startled your eyes open wide only to discover that Garak was the one kissing you. He looked stressed and tired. There was a hunger in his eyes as they racked up and down your body. Garak opened his mouth saying, "It's been a long day ".

He just needed something to help relieve the tension but he wouldn’t ask knowing that he would hurt you if and when he got too rough. " Elim," you said as you rubbed his shoulder, " it's okay"

He looked at you before attacking your neck and chest with his mouth leaving a bite mark on the side of your neck and another on your collarbone and several hickeys. Garak paused moving back and pulled your shirt over your head then continued his assault on your chest.  His hand massaged and played with your breast as he bit the other one hard causing you to cry out. He paused, " _____ did I hurt you?"

"No keep going"

You opened your eyes when you didn't feel him back on your body. He was removing his shirt. Garak looked at you and picked you up without a word. He looked at his handiwork on your chest there were several hickeys and some of them wouldn’t be covered by your uniform including the bite on your neck. Knowing you you wouldn’t heal them with a dermal regeneratior. He smirked knowing that people would see his mark on you before remembering that you were working with O'Brien tomorrow and that your superior would no doubt notice the dark marks. O'Brien worked with you on Enterprise and considered you as a baby sister or like a daughter and was completely against the relationship between the two of you. There was no doubt that the man would become concerned causing him to either confront Garak or worse confront you. The thought made him angry knowing that if O'Brien did confront you it would upset you, you wouldnt let it interfere with work or let it show but Garak would have to hold you closer on those nights. Garak stopped what he was doing and changed into sleep clothes he saw you pull a shirt on out of the corner of his eye. After he got back in bed he pulled you close to his chest he needed to feel your heartbeat tonight it calmed him.

"Elim?" Your worry for him came through your voice.

He hummed in response, " Can we just sleep tonight "

" Talk to me , please" you pleaded with him. He felt your hand on his cheek your thumb slowly running over his cheekbone.

"I don't want him hurting you." was all Garak said.

"Who?"

"O'Brien. Every time he says something about us you get upset. I understand that you see him as family but I don't like seeing you hurt"

"Elim, I don't care what he says about us as far as he and Kira are concerned I'm either crazy or your blackmailing me "

"They give me far too much credit I..." Garak interrupted.

"Well my plain and simple tailor," you said sarcastically, "O'Brien is just try to make sure you don't hurt me. When he says things about us it upsets me because he speaks so lowly of you, like your an animal that's going to hurt me. Or maybe your holding something over my head. I don't like him treating you that way"

Garak blinked he hadn't considered that possibility and it made his cold reptilian heart warm. He still saw red but his anger was subsiding. Feeling your chest moving he looked down to see you fast asleep. Garak shoved his nose in your hair pulled your small body closer and just before sleep came to him he swore to himself he would protect you from  all the things that O'Brien or Kira could fling at the two of you.

---

Garak was right, you didn’t cover up the the bite mark. You were fixing a conduit when O'Brien noticed it. He glared at it before saying "Did the damn cardie give that to ya?"

Startled by the sudden voice you jumped and hit your head on the panel.

"Give me what?"

"Did he bite you" Miles pronounced each word slowly.

"Yeah, he did. You got a problem with it?"

"Just that he's using you." He grumbled under his breath.

You put the tool you were using down and looked at Miles. If looks could kill he'd be dead.

"look I don't care if you don't like Cardassians, but you leave me and Garak out of it"

"He don't care about ya, he just using you for information can't you see that?"

"I'm done fixing the conduit and I have to fix the replicator in Leeta's quarters. So if you don't mind I have to get going." There was a slight bite in your tone of voice and Miles knew he had upset you.

"_____ listen ..." He started but you were already down the hall.

You were angry on your way to Leeta's but you didn't show it, you were angry while fixing Leeta's replicator but didn't show it and you were angry on the way to Garak’s quarters and you didn't show it. But then you entered and flopped on the couch and you were angry and upset and finally now that no one could see you it showed. What hurt the most was Miles was like a brother to you and he didn't trust you to make your own decisions.

---

O'Brien knew that talking to Julian about this was a bad idea, first Julian chastised him for talking bad about Garak, then Julian chastised him for even mentioning the bite mark, and then Julian told him to apologize. that's why he was at Garak’s door waiting for you to answer, your shift ends a hour before Garak closed shop. So he was genuinely surprised when Garak answered the door instead of you.

"O'Brien, anything I can help you with, new shirt perhaps?" Garak said distaste in his voice. "Julian suggested I apologize to _____"

"she's asleep, I don't don't think I'll wake her"

"Fine, I still need a word with you."

"It won't do to talk in the hall come in" Garak brought O'Brien into his quarters if they were to fight he wouldn’t want passers-by to witness it.

"I don't know what you have on her but whatever it is drop it, she's too good to be going with the likes of you"

"I beg your pardon"

"I said she's too good for you. She doesn't know better than to trust you."

"Are you saying she's not capable of making decisions?"

"What?" Miles asked confused, "I didn't say that "

"Then you agree ______ is capable of making decisions?"

"Yes what are you getting at"

"Then you must realize that it is her decision to be with me, besides what could a simple tailor hold over someones head other than poor fashion that is"

"We both know your more than just a tailor Garak. Just be careful I have no qualms hurting you if I have to"

"Ah yes I'm sure you wouldn’t, now I'm sure you won't mind leaving. We both have busy days tomorrow I'm sure."

Garak ushered O'Brien out the door wishing he could just shove him out. Tonight he just wanted to hold you, feel your warmth and the steady rise and fall of your chest. Garak didn’t need to be told to be careful he had no plans to hurt you or allow you to be hurt.