Captain Bashir being a moody bitch fuels my soul
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Captain Bashir being a moody bitch fuels my soul
I am not staring at mirror!Bashir getting grabbed by Sisko and enjoying it.
I am NOT staring at mirror!Bashir getting grabbed by Sisko and enjoying it.
I am NOT staring at mirror!Bashir getting grabbed by Sisko and enjoying it.
I am. I want to [redacted] and [redacted] and I ksjghkshgskhf s
I'm normal about mirror bashir!
@simptasia tags:
Here it is! He does do a lil ah and a sniff, but it's not the best of his whimpers.
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak, Mirror Julian Bashir/Mirror Elim Garak, Mirror Julian Bashir/Elim Garak
Tags: Make sure to read the tags because they could be triggering
Status: Complete - Chapter 1/1
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65306851
Summary:
Gul Garak was always lurking, following behind him, hanging off his every word. He hated the Cardie more than anything, but Bashir also fucked him when the mood struck. What could he say? He was a complicated man.
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When Captain Bashir ends up in the prime universe, he’s forced to take a bath, and only Garak is willing to deal with him.
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Author's Note:
This is the most depraved shit I've ever written and shared. It might not even be that bad, so feel free to tell me I'm actually milquetoast.
Also, this was inspired by @pleasantobsidian and @wanderingwriter87. I tagged the fic as such, but if you'd like me to remove those I can.
The title for this fic is from the lyrics of Someone2Me by Softcult. This song was on repeat while I was writing it.
I want to come up with a good title for this fic. The borderline whump one where Captain Bashir is forced to take a bath. It's on the darker side from what I usually write but...I think the title being "we found love in a soapless place" would be so fucking funny
Someone talk me off the ledge
I'm writing this PWP one-shot and my god Captain Bashir is so vile. I might be writing whump. I'm so scared. Who am I?