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Someone has to check in on Doctor Bashir for the eight days Castellan Garak is away. Who can care for one doctor better than another?
Kelas Parmak reflects on love and recovery.
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17 Sep 2026
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Love in a hot climate. Garak and Bashir, twenty-seven years, ten months, eleven days, and three-and-a-half hours later.
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15 Sep 2026
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Garak, Bashir writes. I’m sorry for the delay in my reply. As I imagine it has been for you, the past eight months have been an exercise in survival for me. An exercise in which I have questioned myself what it means to do more than just survive. What it would mean for me to actually, really live. And I think I’ve finally figured it out. Or at least, figured myself out.
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- Part 1 of In Our Bedroom After the War
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14 Sep 2026
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"No, it's fine," Julian said automatically. "But, Garak, is everything all right?"
"Captain Sisko wanted to see me," Garak said—which was so conspicuous a refusal to answer the question Julian had asked that it almost didn't qualify as an evasion. He pulled out the chair opposite Julian, and sat.
"Captain Sisko? Why?"
"Well, apparently," Garak said, "Cardassia has lodged a formal request with the Federation for my extradition."
(Or: Garak has a problem. Julian marries him to fix it. Except that means Julian also has a problem, albeit of a very different kind.)
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11 Sep 2026
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and tomorrow when the postman has found my house again by leupagus for MTOart
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
31 Aug 2026
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Dunk is nearly always gone by the time Baelor wakes up of a morning; out of bed before dawn is even a rumor on the horizon, the owls and nighttime insects still making soft sounds in the darkness. "I may be your kept man now," he says, teasing, coming back into their kitchen at the far more reasonable hour of eight with his shirt sweat-damp and the pink flush at the tips of his ears that tells Baelor he once again forgot to apply sunscreen there despite repeated exhortations, "but a farm's a farm. Cows don't much care if the farmer's husband's on the Ten Richest Men In The Country list."
"I barely make the top fifty," Baelor argues, but to no avail.
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10 Sep 2026