I'm also not immune to blorbo writing when I'm meant to be working on other more important things. But what the hey, if you like these two, textiles, sewing, and a pining-filled slice of life, I got you:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78498931/chapters/205801816
If Garak took an extra moment to compose himself while measuring Julian’s wrist, because there was his pulse, his heartbeat, thrumming away under Garak’s fingertips, so alive and so beautiful, it was just because he was being thorough about it.
Garak sipped at his tea, and Julian sipped at his. Garak nearly forgot to make note of the measurement.
- The Thread that Binds
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78498931/chapters/205801816
It brought to mind an image of lounging comfortably on a picnic blanket in the soft grass, downwind of an orchard whose trees were in full bloom, and reading aloud from Julian’s first edition of Lord of the Rings or a stirring volume of Cardassian folk poetry, while Julian listened in with quiet affection, his head resting comfortably in Garak’s lap. There was a flask of aromatic tea and a tin of softly spiced biscuits, and the sun was warm, tempered by a gentle breeze. Now there was an idea for a date if ever there was one, he thought: a dangerous thought to think, of course, but it was hard not to when Julian was so near to him.
- Set Fire to my Heart
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66186832
happy #garashir day to all who celebrate! i have too many thoughts about what their wedding might be like to compress into a post, but don't they look handsome in their fancy lil outfits, having just spent 2 hours in a cardassian registrar's office filling out forms 😭
Before the door had even closed again behind him, without meaning to, without thinking, Julian pulled Garak to him in a tight embrace.
- Water Through a Rusted Pipe
https://archiveofourown.org/works/69915336
Day 9 (belated) of Stream Ink is a beautiful Autumn day, and these two little loves are Frog-and-Toading it on a beautiful tandem cycling tour, wrapped up in warm woollens and there’s undoubtedly a pot of hot tea and a plate of warm scones and jam waiting at the end of their journey 🍂