#bashir/garak

[lady-sci-fi]

Get someone who looks at you the same way Julian looks at Garak the first three times they meet 😍

Seriously, Julian, calm that down 😆

[urghblergh]

Tailoring clothes is an intimate business. ✨

[randomaj]

the sadness of having no one to scream to about a 30 year old ship going canon

[knivesandteeth]

I love media were they weren't allowed to fuck nasty for whatever reason and so the characters, unable to consummate these obvious feelings, just become more and more obsessed with and unhinged about each other.

[spocks-husband]

wordless, wordless.

This is my Star Trek Gift Exchange piece for @idealisticcatastasis!! I really hope you enjoy :")

Words: 1,142

Pairing: Garak/Bashir

Genre/Tropes: Fluff, Slow Dancing, Late-Night Conversations

Summary: Garak has some... interesting dreams.

@startrekwintergiftexchange (am i supposed to tag you guys?? i don't remember lmao)

The Promenade's humming evening silence was closer to eerie than soothing, but Julian paid it little mind as he walked, his hands clasped tightly behind his back and his eyes firmly fixed upon the windows of the station. Logically speaking, Julian knew that the vacuum of Bajoran space was just the same as it always was, that their system of station time was merely devised to give species in need of a consistent sleep schedule some semblance of normalcy-- but quietly, he liked to think that it grew darker this time of 'night', that the stars were just a bit brighter against a contrasting black abyss. 

Since the war had ended the station itself had begun to feel... smaller. There was nothing to do anymore. One would think that being the center of some of the most significant events of this century would make Deep Space Nine a rather popular place to visit, but at least to Julian, it seemed like there were less people every day. 

Miles had gone back to Earth for his academy job and taken his family with him, Captain Sisko was... somewhere with the wormhole aliens, Kira was spending more and more time on her home planet and away from her command post (and when she was back with them there was always a vague sadness in her eyes that Julian fought the urge to ask about. He knew she didn't really want to talk about Odo)-- everything felt... empty, somehow. 

"Doctor? You're up rather late."

Well...

Almost everything. 

Julian smiled softly as he turned around to see that familiar smirk standing several meters away. 

"I could say the same thing about you, Garak," the doctor retorted, taking a few steps until he was close enough to see the way the starlight was glimmering in the Cardassian's blue eyes. There was a moment of stillness that sat between them, a stillness that the two of them often found to linger in their company, but it wasn't paid any mind. If anything, it was welcome. 

"You should know by now that Cardassian sleep schedules are far from identical to those of humans, Doctor" the older man chuckled, his steps falling in a natural sync with Julian's as they began to walk. 

"Then maybe I have you to blame for my current bout of insomnia," Julian joked accusingly. "You're rubbing off on me." 

"Perhaps I am," Garak mused with a slight smile, glancing out the windows for a brief moment. "... Perhaps I could say the same about you." 

"Oh, really?" Julan smirked. 

"Oh, yes, indeed," Garak hummed. "In fact... I've begun dreaming." 

"Dreaming?"

"It's not typical for Cardassians to dream. Not consistently, anyway. Once in a while, sure, but not every night." There was a glimmer of regret shining in his eyes, suddenly, as if he were almost... embarrassed... that he'd brought it up. 

"And what might you be dreaming about?" The doctor asked slowly, his grin widening just slightly. 

"Oh, I can't tell you-- that's highly classified information, my dear doctor," Garak smirked. 

"Oh, of course," Julian nodded in mock seriousness. "I understand completely." 

For a while, there was a silence that returned between the two of them, and Julian couldn't help but consider how... nice... it was. Pleasant, even. 

"Though, there has been a recurring figure in these... dreams of mine," Garak added suddenly, his gaze fixed on everything except for the man at his side. Julian quirked a brow. 

"Oh?" The doctor couldn't help but chuckle. "And... who might this person be?" 

Garak fought the urge to smile. "Oh, I'm not certain," he lied. "I can't ever see him very well, the lights are too dim."

"Then how can you know it's the same man?"

"I just know." 

The silence returned, temporarily. It didn't stay, though-- it never did. 

"Well, what has this man been doing?" Julian snorted, looking up at Garak with a curious smirk. Garak smiled back. 

"Dancing." 

Julian laughed. "Really? Dancing?"  

"Oh, yes," Garak nodded, crossing his arms. "You don't have to believe me if you don't want to." 

"Hm," Julian chuckled. "Well... why don't you show me?" 

Garak raised an eyebrow slowly, his eyes locking with Julian's in a way that made the doctor's heart skip a beat as a smirk rose to his face. Without a word, the Cardassian extended a clawed hand toward Julian, a silent invitation that spoke entirely for itself. The doctor hesitated for just a moment, a playful glint in his eyes, before finally placing his hand in Garak's.

The Promenade's ambient lighting seemed to dim ever so slightly as Garak led Julian to a more open area, away from the occasional midnight passersby and their prying eyes. Garak placed his other hand firmly on Julian's waist, and the doctor's breath caught at the unexpected warmth of the touch. Garak's hands had always seemed so cold to him, but... not tonight. 

"There's no music here, you know," Julian spoke softly, his eyes remaining low as he tried to hide how flushed his cheeks had become. "I didn't necessarily mean... here... and now..." Garak only chuckled. 

"I'm sorry, Doctor, would you like me to stop?"

There was a pause. 

"... No," Julian said finally. "I... don't believe I would."

They began to sway gently, the dance unfolding organically between them. Julian felt a mixture of exhilaration and contentment, realizing that this was a moment he had secretly yearned for. As they moved gracefully together, the silence spoke volumes, filling the empty spaces that the war had left behind.

"You know, Doctor," Garak began, his voice low and intimate, almost careful. "I must confess that dancing was never my forte back on Cardassia. But there's something about this place, this station, that makes everything different."

Julian chuckled, his eyes locked with Garak's. "Maybe it's the stars. Or maybe it's the company."

Garak's gaze softened, and a warmth spread across his features. "Perhaps it's a bit of both," he admitted.

The two continued their dance, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. In the quiet intimacy of the Promenade, surrounded by the hum of the station and the distant twinkling of stars, the boundaries between them blurred. It wasn't just a dance; it was a moment of connection, a shared understanding that went beyond words. There were no more games of riddles and teasing, no subtleties or avoidance. Whatever it was that they were, something they'd always struggled to name... they were here. They were together. Perhaps that was enough. 

As they twirled gracefully, Julian couldn't help but feel a sense of completion. The emptiness that had lingered since the war's end seemed to dissipate with every step. It was warmer here, somehow. 

"Garak...?" 

The Cardassian shook his head slowly. 

"Just let it be, Doctor. I think that might be the best thing to do." 

Julian smiled softly. 

"... If you say so."

[lady-sci-fi]

Julian, your tiny smile is showing...

I continue to underestimate you, Garak. STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE • 2.05 “Cardassians”

[lady-sci-fi]

"Riled Up" - Julian/Garak. Because we all know how the Infirmary scene in "A Time to Stand" ended 😏

[lady-sci-fi]

Do I headcanon that Garak made his black and blue outfit to match/compliment Julian's uniform?

Yes, yes I do 😆

Garak totally borrowed Julian's uniform (Version 1) to compare and decide the colors of his fabrics. Julian raises his brow when he notices, but doesn't say anything.

[star-trek-xet]

Z kim tak Ci będzie źle jak ze mną?

Trekowe piosenki, numer 4

[#20] Reblog, Discord Star Trek

Piękna piosenka Kaliny Jędrusik to zadanie wyznaczone mi przez Gluba. Było ciężko, to prawie melorecytacja. Za żadne skarby nie potrafię tego nawet zanucić ale próbować można. Natchnęła mnie linijka oryginału o goleniu i od razu mnie oświeciło. Bo piękny i gładki zawsze był Bashir. Więc będzie slash... 😉 Garak, porzucony przez Bashira, śpiewa:

Z kim tak Ci będzie źle jak ze mną?

Oszukiwałem Cię! Dręczyłem Cię!

Na każdą prośbę mą półprawdę miałeś jedną: nie!

Może to lepiej, po co dłużej grać,

Gdy szpiega umysł i to ciało Cię przestało brać.

Byliśmy zbyt nienasyceni,

Krótko przeciąłeś ten głupi melodramat:

Nad stacją wir, przy lotkach padd z Alamo toni

Z krótkim dopiskiem: Odchodzę, zostaniesz sam

Z kim tak Ci będzie źle jak ze mną,

Przez kogo stracisz tyle kłamstw każdego dnia,

Kto blady świt, noce bezsenne

Tak ci zatruje jak ja?

Przez kogo w pół się golić przerwiesz

Do Kai wybiegniesz zarośnięty, zły

Kto będzie zdrowie miał i nerwy

Na mnie, Garaka, jak Ty?

Przy której z gwiazd, pośród Żmij dam

Tak będziesz cierpiał, będziesz taki całkiem sam,

Jak zagrać chcesz kolejną z ról,

Kto da Ci męski puenty ból?

A miałeś lepszy fan jak ze mną?

I kogo rzucisz tak jak mnie któregoś dnia?

Kto będzie czekał w noc bezsenną?

Bo już nie ja!

A w końcu zerwać z kimś – zwyczajna rzecz,

W końcu ja pierwszy dawno chciałem Ci powiedzieć: Precz!

Mógłbyś mnie kąsać, Kardacha czuć krew,

Mnie żadna siła – i wyrzuciłbym na zbity łeb!

W końcu pal sześć, nie jestem winny,

Że byłeś taki, że nie byłeś w moim stylu,

Twój genu ślad, twych oczu blask zabierze inny,

Lecz nim zabierze, pomyśl chwilę.

Z kim tak ci będzie źle jak ze mną,

Przez kogo stracisz tyle kłamstw każdego dnia,

Kto blady świt, noce bezsenne

Tak ci zatruje jak ja?

Przez kogo w pół się golić przerwiesz,

W Bajor wybiegniesz zarośnięty, zły,

Kto będzie zdrowie miał i nerwy

Na taki augment jak Ty?

Przy której z gwiazd, pośród Żmij dam

Tak będziesz cierpiał, będziesz taki całkiem sam,

Jak zagrać chcesz kolejną z ról,

Kto da Ci męski puenty ból?

Z kim tak Ci będzie źle jak ze mną

I kogo rzucisz tak jak mnie któregoś dnia,

Kto będzie czekał w noc bezsenną?

Ty wiesz, że ja!

***

Szkoda że nikt tego nie zaśpiewa, bo skala trudności tej piosenki to bardzo górna półka. Ale frontman z Depeszy z widowiska w warszawskim Teatrze Rampa byłby idealny heeee.

A teraz oryginał, niedościgniona Jędrusik.

Powrót do listy piosenek

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[lady-sci-fi]

I love my stupid lovey-bicker boys, no matter what universe they're from 😆💙🖤

Star Trek: Lower Decks 5x9 - GARASHIR SUPERCUT

[havi-fart]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH YAAYYYY

to fight my artblock i decided to redraw some gerard p donelan comics as ds9. but once i started i could not stop....

so heres all deep space 9 of them. lol. again the poses and captions are lifted straight from his comics all i did was put space guys on there! please enjoy

(id in alt text btw!)

[lady-sci-fi]

So, this bit in "DS9: Second Skin" when Garak approaches Julian leaving the Infirmary while its late-

Garak: "Good evening, Doctor. If you're finished here, I was wondering if you'd like to join me for a late snack." Julian: "Actually, all I want right now is a little sleep. Maybe tomorrow."

Julian isn't surprised about the idea of a "late snack" with Garak and is down for it tomorrow. He doesn't act like it's anything new, indicating that they have had legitimate late snacks together before.

Anyway, just something cute to think about. Them hanging at the Replimat with tea when all the places (except Quarks) are closed up and its dimly lit on the Promenade.

Or of course if could go into a sexy route 😉

[jadeinretrogrde]

[lady-sci-fi]

god those SMILES 😍😁 Get a fucking room, boys 😆

STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE - S3E2 The Search, Part 2

[ferryfoam]

This is so stupid

[batasanart]

Come back to draw them for a little canon celebration 💞🎊