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all i ever wanted was just to come in from the cold - Chapter 1 - tinsnip - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine [Archive of Our Own]

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Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 7/7
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak, Elim Garak/Cardassia
Characters: Elim Garak, Julian Bashir
Summary:

When you’re younger, everything seems simpler.
When you’re older, the things you thought were essential fall away, and the things you didn’t know you needed… sometimes they matter more than you thought.

Snippets of Elim Garak, growing up, learning about what he wants and needs, and what he can’t, finally, live without.

[curlupwithtinsnip]

Thinking of your warm skin while I touch cold steel: vidfic

Someone bookmarked “To the Beat of the Drum” as garak’s issues, and

I mean

not the intention

but also not at all wrong!!

[curlupwithtinsnip]

Victims of the night - a DS9 fanfic

Guten tag, chickens! Self-indulgently reading my own fic over here. Won’t you join me for a reading of Victims of the Night?

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Victims of the night - tinsnip - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Julian Bashir & Elim Garak
Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak, and something else…
Additional Tags: Conversation, above all!
Series: Part 2 of Every lyric tells a story
Summary:

    Garak grabs his wrist. Hard.

    “Don’t look back. Keep your eyes on me.”

    He’s going to have a bruise. He tries to tug away, can’t budge. “Garak! Let me go—”

    “Trust me and don’t look back.”

From my song prompt request. Thank you, @whomerlockwood!

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Tea for two and two for tea - tinsnip - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Julian Bashir & Elim Garak
Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak
Additional Tags: Cultural exchange, Tea Ceremony, And teasing
Summary:

“Now, tell me, Doctor: when does the phrase ‘coffee, tea, or me’ enter into things?”
He paused in the act of pouring, staring at Garak, whose expression was innocent. That didn’t, of course, mean anything.

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The Smallest Things - Chapter 1 - tinsnip - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 35/?
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak
Characters: Julian Bashir, Ezri Dax, Elim Garak
Additional Tags: Correspondence, Epistolary, Friendship, Post-Canon, Lovers to Friends, Friends to Lovers
Summary:

Garak writes to Bashir. Bashir writes to Garak. The letters, and the spaces in between.

This fic updates as life permits. Thanks for reading!

A new chapter with something of a different flavour to it.

villainous-queer-deactivated202 asked:

Thinking of your warm skin/While I touch cold steel (Wild Sex - Oingo Boingo) (for the lyric prompts)

tinsnip answered:

Oooh.

***

    A turn, a click, clumsy in the suit gloves and – yes, all right, he’s in, and that means he just has to wait three seconds, breathing recycled air, while the playing-dead station pretends not to be scanning him…

    Well, he’s not dead. That means it worked. 

Keep reading

villainous-queer-deactivated202 asked:

Thinking of your warm skin/While I touch cold steel (Wild Sex - Oingo Boingo) (for the lyric prompts)

Oooh.

***

    A turn, a click, clumsy in the suit gloves and – yes, all right, he’s in, and that means he just has to wait three seconds, breathing recycled air, while the playing-dead station pretends not to be scanning him…

    Well, he’s not dead. That means it worked. 

Let’s play a game!

Send me a song lyric - one or two lines - and I’ll write a Garashir snippet. 

i need the practice