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Btw, in the event of tumblr going down, I plan to continue to do my fandom-y things over on dreamwidth. Feel free to go add me there now if you want, my username is ectogeo (there isn’t really anything going on there yet lol).

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Fuck it, silly little Sloanshir crack fic time! ^_^

taste of his own medicine, 700ish words, oneshot, rated M for aphrodisiacs as well as the suggestive but ultimately nonsexual use of fuzzy handcuffs. The sloanshir is very one-sided, and there’s background garashir mentioned. <3

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This fic is now on ao3, with the title you only live twice, as suggested by @the-last-dillpickle ! Thank you for your help! I am learning the lesson that I should always just crowdsource my titles when I get stuck lol.

Here’s another tumblr post you can reblog about this fic.

wait wait wait what's this?

sloanshir starting line

I’m pretty sure you’ve already seen this one hahaha, @the-last-dillpickle gave me a prompt in the form of the starting line of a fic:

Julian's easy smile dropped as the chair spun around, and he discovered that the character of 'M' was not to be played by a holo replica of the sexagenarian Harrison Ford but instead Julian's very own personal Boogeyman: Sloan.

and then I wrote the fic (which is just a short Sloan & Bashir scene in which post-canon Julian has the harsh realization that he is not rid of Sloan yet) but I never thought of a title for it, and since it’s just a tiny little 300ish word ficlet that’s not that exciting, it basically just chills in my wip folder, forgotten. 😂

I could, like, post the whole thing under the readmore and try to crowdsource a title for it or something so I can actually post it on ao3 at some point lol. So, uh, everyone give me suggestions for a title for this ficlet in the tags or replies!

(Link back to the WIP ask game.)

Julian's easy smile dropped as the chair spun around, and he discovered that the character of 'M' was not to be played by a holo replica of the sexagenarian Harrison Ford but instead Julian's very own personal Boogeyman: Sloan.

Sloan picked up a folder from the desk, aligned the stack of papers in it, then set it down again and slid it towards him. “For your next assignment, Agent Bashir—”

“Computer. End program,” Julian said, cutting him off flatly.

Nothing happened. The corner of Sloan’s thin lips twitched up in amusement.

“I’m afraid this program won’t end unless I allow it.”

“You’re dead,” he said. “I saw you die.” He shivered slightly, remembering his eyes opening to see Sloan’s lifeless body laying on the next table over, reliving for a moment the realization that he’d almost been dragged down with him.

Sloan’s grin widened. It was a horrible sight.

“It’s hardly the first time you’ve seen me die.” (And, yes, Julian remembered, the green flash of a Romulan phaser, Sloan’s shocked face as he disintegrated into component molecules, the sense of it all being fake, the nagging thought that Sloan had been too easily gotten rid of…) “Yet you thought that they wouldn’t keep backup copies of me this time around?”

“I had hoped,” he said acridly.

Sloan ignored him. “It takes new bodies a little bit of time to grow, but in the meantime, I’m perfectly capable of overseeing your training in digital form.” He held up one hand and examined it. “It is rather convenient, not having to sneak on and off the station every time I want to talk to you. We’ll get to see each other much more often.”

“I don’t ever want to see you, and I certainly don’t want your training. Let me out of here.”

He was growing desperate. He was trying to figure out how to get a distress call out of the holosuite without Sloan realizing. He was wondering if he killed this version of Sloan, what would happen to himself—would he still be trapped here in the holosuite?

Sloan steepled his fingers.

“Not until you play your little game by my rules,” he said, placid and sinister.

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My ficlet you only live twice is now on ao3! Sloan won’t seem to stay dead no matter how much Julian Bashir wants him to. ^_^ (376 words, oneshot, rated T)

Excerpt:

“You’re dead,” he said, trying to dismiss the impossibility before him. “I saw you die.”

He shivered slightly, remembering his eyes opening to see Sloan’s lifeless body laying on the next table over, reliving for a moment the realization that he’d almost been dragged down with him.

Sloan’s grin widened. It was a horrible sight.

“That was hardly the first time you’d seen me die.”

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Snippet two from my amv WIP for Metaphor (the Crane Wives) - Garak, for @ernmark for the WIP ask game! The other video snippet is over here.

tunglr made me do this in two posts T_T

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You've got me intrigued by Keiko/Gilora and Metaphor_Garak. Could you tell us more about those?

-Ernmark

I answered about my Keiko/Gilora fic here. :)

metaphor_garak is a Garak amv set to Metaphor by the Crane Wives, I'll give you two video snippets (other one is in a separate post) because I can't remember if I've posted either of them or not yet.

(Link to my WIP ask game post.)

Snippet one:

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Tell us about that inconstant moon, please!

I’ve also referred to this as my soulmate AU or soulmate sloanshir+garashir, but this is the working title!

Garak and Bashir are soulmates (obviously) but because of the contrived worldbuilding and the narrative I want to tell they are not EVER allowed to be certain of this fact. So, Ecto, in what way is this even a soulmate fic?, you may be asking… And that would be that Sloan fakes being Julian’s soulmate, and it causes all kinds of misunderstandings and pain for our boys. ^_^ <3

Also, to echo the disconnect I feel when thinking about soulmate worldbuilding, Garak is kind of stuck in a silly little romantic melodrama while Julian is truly experiencing The Horrors. Actually idk if my draft has actually preserved the genre whiplash I was aiming for but anyway that was part of my vision for this fic.

This one is like 8-9k words in the draft so far and I really just need to figure out the Garashir getting together conversation at the end basically, but it’s a struggle. Have to clean up all of the mess I’ve made first (and it is uhhh quite a mess) 😭

(Link to my post about the WIP ask game.)

Very long snippet below the cut bc I’m really proud of this scene. Contrived misunderstandings, my beloved!!!

Garak’s communicator beeped. He lifted his foot from the pedal and the sewing machine stopped with the needle still piercing the fabric.

He answered the call.

“—and a Saurian brandy,” he heard Julian finish saying to someone on his end, speaking loudly to be heard over the background noise of Dabo wheels spinning, clinking glasses, and the other boisterous sounds of Quark’s usual crowd. Then, “Hi, Garak! I was wondering if I could talk to you later? In private?”

He sounded more apprehensive than usual.

“Of course.” He suddenly felt he needed a stiff drink himself, if he was going to keep his promise to himself and confess his feelings later when he had Julian on his own. Depending, of course, on the nature of whatever Julian had to say first.

“Great,” Julian said with a sigh of relief, “I’ll drop by your quarters when I’m done here then.”

Before Garak could confirm, he heard another voice on the other end.

“Hey, Julian!”

“Hey!”

“What’s going on?” Miles O’Brien sounded concerned.

“I’ll tell you in a minute,” he said gravely. “Here, I have your drink, let’s go.”

Garak should have stopped listening when it was clear that Julian had simply forgotten to close the connection on his combadge. But instead he left the line open, intending to hang up after gleaning just a hint about what Julian might want to talk to him about, so that he could gauge the appropriateness of him bringing up his own little confession.

“Miles, you remember me telling you about the situation with…”

A loaded pause. Presumably he was gesturing.

“Yeah,” O’Brien answered.

“Well, it seems that he thinks we’re soulmates, and I don’t know what to do.” There was nothing but dread in Julian’s voice.

The floor seemed to drop out from Garak’s world, leaving him adrift in the orbit of the wormhole. Julian couldn’t mean him… But how many other men who’d deluded themselves into thinking their broken soulmarks gave them license to fall in love with Julian Bashir could there possibly be?

“Fucking hell. You sure know how to pick ‘em.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” he said tightly. (Garak could perfectly picture the sharp glare he was throwing O’Brien, the pout on his lips, and oh how it stung.) “I never could seem to get through to him that I didn’t feel the same way he did, but I really don’t see why it’s so hard for him to grasp that I could never fall for someone so cruel. He’s an enemy agent, for fuck’s sake, a spy who goes against everything I stand for, and… Come on, it’s not funny, Miles.”

“All right, all right. It is a little funny though. …But, you’re sure?”

“As sure as I can be.”

“Fuck.”

There was a reflective silence which gave Garak time to feel hypocritically hurt for being lied to.

“Do you think if I had never been augmented, I would still have a normal soulmate? Someone less reprehensible, someone I could actually love?”

Garak felt cold. Of course all of his pretty words when Garak had been spilling his secrets to him and going through withdrawal hadn’t meant anything. Of course it had merely been a platitude when he’d reassured Garak that he wasn’t a monster for not having a soulmark and that he didn’t deserve to be unloved.

Miles grunted noncommittally. “I think you’re overthinking this.”

“How can I not? It’s only the trajectory of my entire life… You know what? I can’t. I don’t care about destiny. I can’t be with him.”

“Hear, hear!” Glasses clinked.

“I won’t do it!”

“Yeah!”

“I already know who I want and it’s not definitely not him. So, fuck it!”

“You said it!”

Garak silently closed the connection, tears stinging his eyes, the shrapnel from his shattered heart slicing him up internally.

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“So what does it actually mean, that you’re supposedly soulmates with him? You hate the guy.”

“I truly don’t know.” He burst out laughing, a little hysterically, loud enough to make Miles flinch a little, even though it wasn’t funny at all. “I guess I’m destined to fall in love with him. Or maybe it’s not even romantic, there’s people with platonic soulmates, right? Maybe I’m just… the only one that can fix whatever’s wrong with him.”

He remembered Garak snarling and pushing him to the ground, in the throes of drug withdrawal and organ failure; and Garak, a few days later, smiling at him over I’danian spice pudding. He clutched onto the memory.

Miles snorted. “I don’t think that even you can make Sloan any less of a bastard.”

He sighed. “No. I suppose not.”

“Speaking of bastards,” he said somewhat more affectionately, “have you talked to Garak yet?”

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i’m also curious about what “all i’m in is just skin” might be!

This is obviously, OBVIOUSLY, completely 100% self-evidently from the title (lol), a fic about Garak, Sisko, and Admiral Ross playing strip poker while waiting on Starbase 375 during the s6 Defiant arc to hear the outcome of a risky battle plan they orchestrated. Wartime angst against a cracky, smutty backdrop, my beloved. 💕

It’s a Sisko POV oneshot, the draft is currently 3.5k words. There WILL be siskarak sex, though I haven’t decided yet whether Ross should join in. It would be thematic, you see, bc Garak feels like he’s being uncomfortably fucked from all angles by working with Starfleet. But it makes the actual mechanics of the act more convoluted lol, soooo we’ll see.

(link to my post for the WIP ask game)

Opening scene of the fic below the readmore:

“How much longer until the first check-in?” Admiral Ross asked.

He was behind the desk in his office on Starbase 375. Garak and Sisko sat side-by-side on the other side of it. PADDs showing decoded Dominion messages and maps of the quadrant were scattered across the surface of the desk.

But none of them were looking at the PADDs anymore. The plans were in motion and couldn’t be stopped. The three of them were all much more interested in sipping at the drinks in their hands, each wishing the next mouthful would bring peace of mind.

“It’s still another few hours,” Sisko said. He swirled his glass idly and took a bracing swig of the clear alcohol.

“That’s only if something minor goes wrong immediately and they have to abort,” Garak reminded them, topping up his own glass with kanar that was as blue as his eyes. “If all goes well, then they won’t be breaking subspace silence until much later than that. And if all goes horribly awry, well… then we’ll likely never hear from them again.”

“How optimistic,” Sisko said, rolling his eyes at Garak.

“I do try.”

“So,” Ross said, “we won’t even know for another few hours whether the mission was a success or whether we’ve just lost a large fraction of our fleet in one fell swoop.”

“That’s correct.”

“You know,” Ross said, slumping forward slightly, pushing a few PADDs out of the way to make room to rest his forearms on the desk, “I never thought I’d be running a mission of this magnitude alongside a Cardassian. Certainly not an ex-member of the Obsidian Order.”

“It’s never too late to try new things, nor to betray one’s own principles in exciting new ways,” Garak said, equal amounts placating and venomous. “If it makes you feel any better, I never thought I’d be showing the Federation exactly where to stick the knife in order to damage Cardassia most effectively.” He looked disgusted with both himself and his two unlikely allies. He threw back the rest of the kanar that he’d poured, the viscous liquid slithering down his throat.

“We’re all just doing what we have to do to win the war,” Sisko said, diplomatically.

So many people they cared about might be dead soon, if they’d somehow overlooked the slightest detail in their planning. This was a battle they couldn’t afford to lose; they’d never have the right circumstances for it again. (Wasn’t it funny how the current battle always felt like the most important battle they’d ever fight?)

Sisko could almost see Garak going over it all again in his head as he stared blankly out through the porthole into space. Garak hadn’t put his own people at risk, like he and Ross had, and superficially he might seem to have less at stake, but his own concern wasn’t surprising to Sisko. This victory could bring them one step closer to winning the war and driving the Dominion back to the Gamma Quadrant and off of Cardassia. Besides, Dr. Bashir was on one of those ships and Sisko was sure that Garak cared about his safety, at least.

What they all needed was a distraction, a way to kill the time. The alcohol certainly wasn’t working fast enough to drown out his thoughts, and the silences they kept slipping into only seemed to highlight the anxiety they were all feeling during the fleet’s planned communication blackout. It seemed to induce a kind of tinnitus, a maddening ringing in his ears defined only by the absence of sound.

Sisko sighed. “Do either of you know any card games?”

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please please tell me about garak jealous of imagined sloanshir. :3

The idea is that Sloan breaks into Julian’s quarters to watch him sleep on the regular, which Julian is unaware of. Garak is aware of it though because he has some kind of biosign sensor in Julian’s quarters (planted there at Julian’s behest after the changeling replacement incident, to keep a log of who went in there to help prevent him getting kidnapped and replaced again). Garak assumes they are sleeping together and must be getting serious about each other, and is hurt that Julian won’t even admit to him that he has a mysterious new lover. I’m not really sure where this fic will end up (besides with garashir getting together at the end, naturally), but I just like the concept of Sloan and Garak both stalking Julian. <3

Not much is written on this one and I’m kind of stuck. The details aren’t quite gelling. One other problem here is that I had set it after Inquisition but I think maybe it needs to be before that. Like, maybe Sloan’s doing research for his simulation. And maybe it’s all leading up to Inquisition and Garak either is able to figure out something isn’t right and prevent it, or he is tragically unable to stop it despite that being the whole point of this sanctioned invasion of privacy. Idk

(Link to my WIP ask game post.)

Rough draft of the Sloan POV prologue below the cut:

Sloan watched Julian Bashir sleep. Almost every night, he beamed in and sat in the armchair that he’d come to think of as his own. There was no danger that Julian would wake up unless he wanted him to. The delta wave inducer had been beamed in first, next to his pillow, to keep him unconscious.

Some amount of surveillance of potential new recruits was necessary but this was extracurricular. Sloan’s dedication to going above and beyond was one of his strengths as an agent.

He would stay for hours sometimes, just typing up his reports for the day and sending communications from his PADD, or analyzing details from his quarters and adding them to the simulation he was building, all the while contemplating what kinds of missions he could use an idealistic Starfleet doctor for.

But that was getting ahead of himself. The simulation would come first, the tests of his resistance to suggestibility and his loyalty to Federation ideals. He needed to be self-assured enough not to be convinced by the lies of the simulation, but not so blindly idealistic that he would resist accepting Section 31’s objectives.

Over time Sloan convinced himself that, even if Bashir resisted recruitment to his organization, he would be a crucial enough asset that Sloan would just have to work harder to chip away at his misguided beliefs until eventually he saw the truth. And, oh, how satisfying he would be to break and mold into who he needed him to be.

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KEIKO/GILORA??? 👀✨

Hahaha yeah, so I just thought it would be fun for Keiko to go and sleep with the Cardassian woman whom her husband so foolishly turned down. 😂

This ficlet was supposed to be for the Sapphic Summer 2024 event and thus I was working with a hard word limit of 250 words but I couldn’t quite get it into a shape I was happy with in time. The only problem with no longer having a deadline is I have no excuse now to ignore my inner perfectionist and so I have to think of the perfect (or at least a good) final sentence before I can post it haha. Anyway, here’s a smutty lil snippet:

Keiko fed Gilora plump jumjaberries that burst at the touch of her teeth. Juice trickled down the hollow of her throat, into the crest at the top of her cleavage, pooling temptingly. Keiko lapped the sugary stains from her skin, feeling her shudder and moan.

(Link to my WIP ask game post.)

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For the ask game: Julian jealous of imagined siskarak

Ooooh this one has been fun for me to write. It’s set during the s6 Defiant arc, and it’s all just misunderstandings and miscommunications and Garak and Bashir being in different headspace’s due to the anxieties of wartime. Garak and Bashir are roommates on the Defiant, getting closer to each other than ever, and then that abruptly ends bc they are needed in different places (Julian is on the Defiant and Garak is on the Starbase along with Sisko, so they can still see each other but it’s sporadic). It’s all Julian POV and he is trying to figure out how to start a relationship with Garak even though it would functionally be long-distance for awhile, but he and Garak both won’t state anything plainly so he just gets super jealous that Sisko gets to hang out with him all the time now. His frayed nerves make him paranoid and he knows he’s being irrationally jealous but like he has had no reassurance from Garak that they’ll get together and he just wants some sign from him.

And meanwhile Garak is not really thinking about romance at all. He is too busy working for Starfleet and cracking codes and having lowkey breakdowns about being a traitor to Cardassia (kinda like in Afterimage but more like in Favor the Bold). He kind of has put his usual pining for Julian on hold both because he is reckoning with his role in this war and because he is pretty sure at this point that he has Julian on lock. Like, he thinks they are on the same page about wanting to date each other when they get the chance, so he can afford to think about other more pressing matters like how to defeat the Dominion without getting too many of his fellow Cardassians killed in the process of stopping them, and such.

It all works out in the end though. 💕 The draft is about 3k words, I just have to write the getting together conversation and then edit the whole fic for like cohesion lol, so it may take me anywhere between 1 month and 3 years to finish it. 😂

(Link to my WIP ask game post.)

Snippet below the cut.

He waited a few more days before calling Garak, not wanting to seem desperate.

He’d rehearsed it all in his head. “Hey, Garak,” he’d say casually, “my roommate is working a double shift so I have a bit of privacy if you want to…”

Here, he would give him a look and trail off pointedly and strategically, and then let Garak fill in the blanks however he wanted. If Garak just wanted to talk, they could talk. Debate their latest read with passionate banter like they were across the table in the Replimat instead of star systems apart.

On the other hand, if Garak wanted to finally do something more, something fueled by all their flirtation over the years and all the recent much more heightened tension from sharing a living space… Well, Julian was prepared for that too—he wore only his uniform jacket, and the rest of him was covered only by a blanket.

The sheets slid across his bare skin as he squirmed to be slightly more upright.

The video call connected.

“—have clearance for—” Sisko cut himself off, straightened up, and blinked in surprise. “Dr. Bashir,” he greeted.

Sisko was standing behind a seated Garak and had been leaning over his shoulder, presumably in order to type something on the console that Julian’s call had gone to.

“Captain, I was, er, hoping to speak to Garak.”

“By all means.”

“Privately…”

He didn’t want to spell it out, both because it would have been embarrassingly unprofessional of him and because he was only half sure that he and Garak were on the same page about what kind of call this might turn out to be.

Garak made questioning eye contact with Sisko, who thought for a moment and then shook his head slightly.

Garak turned back to Julian on the screen. “I’m afraid now is not a good time,” he said with a sigh.

“I need to borrow him for the night,” Sisko said gravely. “It unfortunately can’t wait.”

An unfair jealousy coiled around Julian’s stomach and squeezed. The two of them shared secrets that he wasn’t allowed to know. The two of them needed to work long into the night with each other and could communicate with just a glance. He knew the importance of informational security in wartime, but Sisko and Garak hadn’t even given him the vague shape of whatever they were working on together.

“Of course,” he said stiffly. “I understand.”

After some brief goodbyes, Garak was the one who finally reached forward to end the call when Julian, frozen in place, made no move to.

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sloanshir starting line

I’m pretty sure you’ve already seen this one hahaha, @the-last-dillpickle gave me a prompt in the form of the starting line of a fic:

Julian's easy smile dropped as the chair spun around, and he discovered that the character of 'M' was not to be played by a holo replica of the sexagenarian Harrison Ford but instead Julian's very own personal Boogeyman: Sloan.

and then I wrote the fic (which is just a short Sloan & Bashir scene in which post-canon Julian has the harsh realization that he is not rid of Sloan yet) but I never thought of a title for it, and since it’s just a tiny little 300ish word ficlet that’s not that exciting, it basically just chills in my wip folder, forgotten. 😂

I could, like, post the whole thing under the readmore and try to crowdsource a title for it or something so I can actually post it on ao3 at some point lol. So, uh, everyone give me suggestions for a title for this ficlet in the tags or replies!

(Link back to the WIP ask game.)

Julian's easy smile dropped as the chair spun around, and he discovered that the character of 'M' was not to be played by a holo replica of the sexagenarian Harrison Ford but instead Julian's very own personal Boogeyman: Sloan.

Sloan picked up a folder from the desk, aligned the stack of papers in it, then set it down again and slid it towards him. “For your next assignment, Agent Bashir—”

“Computer. End program,” Julian said, cutting him off flatly.

Nothing happened. The corner of Sloan’s thin lips twitched up in amusement.

“I’m afraid this program won’t end unless I allow it.”

“You’re dead,” he said. “I saw you die.” He shivered slightly, remembering his eyes opening to see Sloan’s lifeless body laying on the next table over, reliving for a moment the realization that he’d almost been dragged down with him.

Sloan’s grin widened. It was a horrible sight.

“It’s hardly the first time you’ve seen me die.” (And, yes, Julian remembered, the green flash of a Romulan phaser, Sloan’s shocked face as he disintegrated into component molecules, the sense of it all being fake, the nagging thought that Sloan had been too easily gotten rid of…) “Yet you thought that they wouldn’t keep backup copies of me this time around?”

“I had hoped,” he said acridly.

Sloan ignored him. “It takes new bodies a little bit of time to grow, but in the meantime, I’m perfectly capable of overseeing your training in digital form.” He held up one hand and examined it. “It is rather convenient, not having to sneak on and off the station every time I want to talk to you. We’ll get to see each other much more often.”

“I don’t ever want to see you, and I certainly don’t want your training. Let me out of here.”

He was growing desperate. He was trying to figure out how to get a distress call out of the holosuite without Sloan realizing. He was wondering if he killed this version of Sloan, what would happen to himself—would he still be trapped here in the holosuite?

Sloan steepled his fingers.

“Not until you play your little game by my rules,” he said, placid and sinister.

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WIP ask game

Tagged by @dftea (thank you!)

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Roughly in order from most recently to least recently edited:

inconstant moon - answered

Abscess followup

Julian jealous of imagined siskarak - answered

Diskarak

I will possess your heart

all I’m in is just skin - answered

pillowfight prequel

Keiko/Gilora - answered

garak jealous of imagined sloanshir - answered

sloanshir starting line - answered

aaaand a special list of my amv wips (I will send you a video clip from any of these that you ask about - please ask me about these and force me to make incremental progress on my amvs haha):

hurt_garashir - (answering)

metaphor_garak - answered here and also here

obsession_garashir - (answering)

talk_garashir

disease_garashir

(Okay so I haven’t actually started those last two but they exist in my mind okay?)

Tagging @hellostuffedtiger , @dreamerdrop , @sapphosewrites , @ernmark , @maeselc , and absolutely anyone who sees this and wants to do it (and also no pressure if I tagged you)

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Garak likes to dress Julian up. <3

For @dreamerdrop

Yeah, that's his combadge there. He doesn't exactly have anywhere else he can keep it... :)

Saw this post and dreamerdrop's tags and asked if I could try drawing it myself. (I still think you should draw it too! Everyone should draw this pic as garashir tbh, it's very fun.)

I know the mirror is so important here, but I ran out of drawing energy sorry, lol. I also couldn't think what to make him hold besides the cigarette of the original image.

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Garak likes to dress Julian up. <3

For @dreamerdrop

Yeah, that's his combadge there. He doesn't exactly have anywhere else he can keep it... :)

Saw this post and dreamerdrop's tags and asked if I could try drawing it myself. (I still think you should draw it too! Everyone should draw this pic as garashir tbh, it's very fun.)

I know the mirror is so important here, but I ran out of drawing energy sorry, lol. I also couldn't think what to make him hold besides the cigarette of the original image.

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A smutty snippet to lure you in:

“If, in order to secure Section 31’s help, we let Sloan interview Bashir,” Sisko said, “I can count on you, right? You’d protect him and prepare him for whatever Sloan might ask of him?”

Prepare, here, seemed at odds with protect, to Garak. Preparation meant peeling the tough rind off a vegetable and cutting it down to size before adding it to the stew. Preparation was the way that Sisko’s fingers were currently massaging the scales between his legs, opening him up, making him slick and vulnerable and exposed…

“I’ll do my best,” Garak said as evenly as he could, “if it comes to that, but…” His breath hitched as he everted into Sisko’s hand. “But offer Sloan someone else.”

They’d talked about it before, the possibility of letting Sloan “recruit” one of Sisko’s officers, someone trusted, as a way to win Sloan over while also gaining a mole in his organization. But the infiltration of Section 31 was supposed to be a long-term plan. Garak hadn’t realized that Sisko was going ahead with it so soon.

(why don't you just) take what you want from me

As they work together on shady plans to win the war even before “In The Pale Moonlight,” Sisko and Garak blur the lines between business and pleasure.

A messy and explicit Siskarak oneshot, set just before Inquisition. <3

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(why don't you just) take what you want from me

As they work together on shady plans to win the war even before “In The Pale Moonlight,” Sisko and Garak blur the lines between business and pleasure.

A messy and explicit Siskarak oneshot, set just before Inquisition. <3