Runavik
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Got your last letter with the standings. You're a damn lifesaver. These schmucks over here don't know from nothin' about gettin news fast. By the time they hear who won what game, I already cleaned 'em outa half their Luckys.
Donny writes a letter home to his Pa. It's mostly true.
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- Part 1 of Letters Home
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- English
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- 435
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Julian's heart pounded. Garak's eyes searched his face, and then his lips parted and a rumble emerged.
His eyes were too wild, too unfocused. His weight pressed Julian into the hard ground, and Julian felt every sharp edge of rock beneath his shoulder blades, his spine. A piece of gravel bit into his hip, and when he shifted to ease the pressure, Garak's grip tightened. A low sound built in his chest—a primal growl Julian had never heard from him before.
Oh God, Julian thought, his pulse thundering in his ears. What have I done?
The DS9 crew crash-lands on a planetoid that has a strange effect on Garak, reverting him back to a feral state. Thankfully, after all their holosuite hunts, Julian knows what to do.
... Julian hopes he knows what to do.
(Can be read standalone, but if you like Cardassian hunt/chase sex games, this is the series for you)
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- Part 2 of Better, to be Found
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Bashir is everywhere, and it should be suffocating. He’s above him, against him, inside him. His body lines Garak’s; he is utterly pinned from toe to fingertip. Even his face is pressed against his as to block from everything from his view except the small gap between the mattress and the plane of Bashir. His cheek, absent of that curious scratch that had taken residence upon his face at the camp muffles the world and puts it at a distant remove. The world has narrowed to the small, dark space carved out between body and mattress and blanket; to muffled breaths and the steady, unyielding press of flesh.
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I expect the county fair's comin up again round about now. You tell Darlene — and I mean it this time — do not put so much damn clove in that peach pie. I know she's gonna do it. She does it every single year.
(Aldo writes a letter home to his baby sister. First chapter as image, second as plain text)
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- Part 2 of Letters Home
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"Oh, Jesus Christ," Miles said.
"Oh my," Kira managed. Sisko had only heard that tone from her a half-dozen times.
"What?" Sisko took a step forward. "Is Doctor Bashir injured?"
"Not... exactly.”
"Could someone please—" Julian's voice was tight. "If you could just remove the blindfold. I can't… reach it."
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A unknown vessel's approach results in the DS9 senior crew getting emergency beamed to Ops in the middle of the night. Perhaps a notification system would be of value moving forward.
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Garak muses on what he can and cannot give to Julian Bashir.
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- Part 2 of Stages
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To maintain a level of excellence in any skill, one must practice constantly.
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Julian scoffed. As if he could make Garak do anything and Julian certainly did not force him to finish that cream pie. “But you didn’t agree to that offer. You know, I could have you arrested for breaking into my holosuite.”
“If you insist. Though…,” said Garak, his voice trailing off as he grabbed the tennis ball paused and floating mid-air. Julian watched his fingers flex as he bounced the ball up and down against the clay ground. Catch and release. “That wouldn’t be very fun for either of us, would it, Doctor?”
“I was fine and having fun. If I’d wanted company, I would have extended an invitation.”
“Hm. I suppose. But I can replace the computer. Or would you really prefer to play by yourself?”
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It's Julian's birthday. He should be excited to be alive and turning thirty yet he can't stop thinking about what happened in his mind only a few days prior. He can't stop thinking of Garak.
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Post-canon Cardassia vignettes, inspired by The Cure's "Mint Car."
Very light, very fluffy, very self-indulgent.
Hey, the world may be half-destroyed, but Cardassia rebuilds, Cardassia survives - and in the meantime, infatuation is a power unto itself. Even survivors fall in love, as Elim Garak is finding out. (Julian Bashir is pleased to assist.)
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After spending five long months in a holding cell for a crime he failed to commit, Garak is ready to spend the first night back in his quarters alone. He's not looking forward to it, but at least he has his own blankets to keep him warm.
Julian, of course, has other ideas.