What should I write?

I haven’t written any long Garashir fanfic in almost 2 years, just some shorter ones. I was avoiding startomg any “sagas” or major multiparty because I had stories commissioned for publication. somehow I thought not writing fanfiction would make me write the non-fanfic faster. Not really true!

Anyway, over time I’ve developed several story ideas, some of which are more fleshed out than others. Thoughts?

- Post-Cardassia story in which Garak and Bashir become lovers, although not in s conventional sense, as Garak reveals he’s asexual. (This one is all plotted.)

- Sisko brings “Great British Bake Show” to DS9 as a morale booster and much hilarity and drama ensues. Nog is surprisingly good, Garak is meticulous, Julian is clueless, Miles is foolishly confident, Jake wants to please dad, etc. Will there he a soggy bottom?

- Some kind of story involving a Cardassia from a desert tribe, equatorial, with dark skin and who’ve managed to retain some cultural identity despite age-old policies of homogenization, language eradication. He ends up in Cardassia City.

- Deep Dish Nine story where boyfriends Garak and Bashir have a new neighbor in the building, who they discover is former Stasi, East German secret police. (This was inspired by a visit to the Stasi Museum in Berlin l, which is in the actually agency HQ, and subsequently reading about it. It kept making me think Obsidian Order, meaning it was an inspiration.)

- Russian antique dealer from 20th century, who grew up under Soviets, through some kind of time travel, ends up on DS9, where she opens a shop selling galactic antiques, though mostly jewelry. Her shop is next to Garak and they become acquainted. They end up doing s lit club ala Garak and Bashir, except she’s passing off Russian lit. There’s be discussions of Chekhov, Gogol and a few other Russian authors I know well enough. (This ides is whacked, but I keep wanting it.)

- Series of Garashir song fics built around The Cure, Depeche Mode, The Smiths / Morissey. Stuff like “Shame,” “Walking in My Shoes,” “In Your Room,” “Inbetween Days,” “Late Night, Maudlin St.” Basically, a self-indulgent Gen-X fic filled mostly with kind goth angst.

- Letter-fic of Bashir replying to Garak’s “letter” (A Stitch in Time) with a long (but not even novella length) reply if his own, equally revealing. Like ASIT, would switch between present and past.

Any of these strike any interesting?

Hopelessly Gen-X,

Wendy

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Words: 1883, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
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Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
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