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Stargate Atlantis: The Feast of St. Olaf, by Punk

The Feast of St. Olaf

Author: Punk Fandom: Stargate Atlantis Characters: Team Sheppard Rating: G Content notes: No standard notes apply.

Size: 3,800 words

Summary: The hunting knife is twice the size of the fruit in his hand, but Ronon handles it with ease.

Tags: Team Dinner, Rowdy Crosstalk, Remembrances

[semperama]

Pinto: shiver

It was a stupid idea, filming in Vancouver in the winter. Chris would like to find the person who picked these dates and this location and give them a piece of his mind. He has a feeling it might be the guy standing behind the camera, but he's pretending it isn't, because it's easier to imagine sending a strongly worded letter than it is to imagine himself marching up the the director and wagging a finger in his face, scolding him as if it won't probably come back to bite him later. Actors have shot in worse situations than this, he thinks. The thought isn't comforting.

Zach, for the most part, looks fine. It might be the makeup, but his nose isn't even red, and his hands seem to be steady. He keeps tucking them into his armpits between takes, but that's the only sign that he's less than perfectly comfortable. Chris, on the other hand, must be obvious, because every time they get a break, Zach asks him fifty times if he's doing okay. Zoe too, from her position just off-camera, wrapped in a heavy coat as she waits for her entrance. 

"Why can't we have fucking coats?" Chris mutters under his breath after what feels like the fiftieth take. "If the crew knew they were beaming down to a freezing-ass planet, wouldn't they have brought coats?"

"That's a question for the writers," Zach says, as if Chris doesn't already know that. Chris is looking for solidarity, not a refresher on the way movies work. 

"The writers can go fuck themselves," Chris says, quieter still. He may be having a bad day, but he knows the best way to make it worse would be to piss off the people who could decide whether this movie needs a scene where Kirk strips naked and makes snow angels.

Pine trees stand in straight lines all around them, continuing forever in every direction. They only walked a few minutes from the road, but Chris has fully bought into the illusion that they are on a deserted planet, looking for a life form that may or may not exist. In post, CGI will turn the reddish tree trunks navy blue, and the pine needles a dull maroon. While they wait for the crew to set up the next shot, Chris closes his eyes and tries to imagine it. But he can't. All he can picture is a roaring fireplace, a mug of coffee, a pot of stew bubbling in the other room. Boeuf Bourguignon. Heavy on the boeuf. 

"Chris," Zach says, shaking his shoulder until he opens his eyes again. "Chris? You aren't getting hypothermia on us, are you?"

"Are you getting hypothermia?" Chris asks testily. Because Zach interrupted his fantasy, and because Zach seems fine, and that's just not fair. Sure, Chris is a California boy at heart, while Zach lives in the northeast and is used to this kind of weather, but still. This isn't fair. If he has to suffer, Zach should have to suffer too. Maybe Spock is the one who needs to strip naked. Maybe Chris will be having a talk with the writers after all.

"Seriously," Zach says, curling both hands around Chris's biceps and then giving them an awkward little rub. "Why don't I ask if we can go hang out in a trailer until they're finished setting up?"

"I'm f-fine, Zach." Chris's vehemence is somewhat diminished by the fact that he can't make his teeth stop chattering.

Zach raises an eyebrow. "Okay, new plan. I'm not even asking."

Before Chris can protest, Zach has grabbed hold of his elbow and is dragging him away with a surprising amount of force. Chris stumbles over his own feet in his hurry to follow and almost ends up taking them both to the ground before Zach gets an arm around his waist and hauls him close. Zach barks something at a PA, and then Chris is being hauled up a couple steps and pushed through the door of a trailer. His and Zach's. On location like this, they don't each get their own, and it's only because this is the fourth movie that he and Zach don't have to share one with the rest of the actors. 

"I told you I'm fine!" Chris says, finally gathering himself enough to jerk out of Zach's grasp. It isn't that he hated the contact--not at all--but he feels weak and silly, and he doesn't want Zach to mother him, because the mothering means Zach sees him as a child.

"Your lips are almost purple, Chris!" Zach says, angrier than Chris expected. He looks angry too, his fists clenched and a muscle in his jaw jumping. 

Chris rubs his hands on his pants, vigorously, until the feeling starts to come back into his fingertips. This is stupid. He's cold; he's not dying. This pales in comparison to that day in the rickety boat off the coast of Scotland, fearing for the life of his fellow actors and ripping the director a new one the first chance he got. He was probably colder that day than he is now, come to think of it. 

"I just don't do well in the cold," he says, gritting his teeth. "It's my Achilles' heel. Doesn't mean I needed you to drag me off set like I can't take care of myself!"

Zach scowls at him, like all of this is his fault. Like there's even a reason to be angry. "Excuse me for being a good friend," he says. "Excuse me for trying to make sure you're comfortable."

"Everyone else has to stand out there in the cold!" Chris says.

"Everyone else has a coat!" 

They stand there for several moments, staring each other down, breathing harder than they should need to. Zach's cheeks are splotchy red, and Chris doesn't think it's from the cold.

Suddenly, Zach crosses the space between them. He puts a hand to Chris's face, and his palm is far warmer than it should be, so hot it makes his skin sting. Zach's thumb strokes across his cheek, and then the other hand comes up to join it, so he's framing Chris's face, holding him still, spiking his heart rate. 

"I'm just trying to take care of you," Zach says. His breath is hot too, and Chris finds himself leaning in involuntarily. "Let me take care of you."

"I don't need you to," Chris insists. He isn't sure when he got so close that his lips brush Zach's. He isn't sure when his hands wrapped themselves around Zach's waist either, or if he's trying to steady himself or holding onto Zach because it feels good, feels right to touch him. "I don't need it," he insists. But just before their mouths touch, he relents. "Okay. If you want to."

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30 Pinto

30 - Could they manage a long distance relationship? God, they’ve tried. They still try. The thing is, the arrangement they’ve had for ages works. If they meet someone else, fine. They can be hands off for awhile. But they always come back to each other. It’s weird. It’s like they can’t help it. They tried to blame it on alcohol, or the lifestyle, or whatever, but Zach quit drinking and Chris hates parties and schmoozing, but somehow, some way, they end up at some event or whatever, fall into orbit again, and gravity happens. It’s inevitable.

[josselinkohl]

seepunkrun replied to your post “ok I’m planning to write tonight so while I make dinner I am accepting...”

where's my watersports? :D

So, @seepunkrun, I hope what you meant by this is, “Joss, please write 4000 words of Ancel and Berenger navigating the court at Marlas with a dash of speculating on the sexual practices of their kings and also a helping of trying out kinky sex.”

Because um, that’s what I wrote. I hope you like it.

Watering the Garden

Warning: Contains watersports, and not the water polo variety.

[ravenel]

Your AO3 script is super helpful; thanks so much for sharing it! I have a question: Is there a way to open/close the floaty review box mid-story? Or is it only accessible from the button at the top?

Hmm. You can close the box midstory, and it’ll “remember” the content when you open it up, but you’ll need to scroll back up to open it again, yes. 

What would be the use you would have for it? Have you tried simply moving it around? Because you can do that. You can just move it over so that it’s off to the side.

[seepunkrun]

Star Trek fic: Maybe He's Born With It (Maybe It's GlaxosEpsilonYor), by Punk

Maybe He's Born With It (Maybe It's GlaxosEpsilonYor)

Author: Punk Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series Pairing: Kirk & Spock friendship Rating: Teen Content notes: No standard notes apply.

Size: 1,600 words

Tags: Bonding in the Bathroom Over Childhood Trauma, Spock Wears Eye Shadow, Jim's in Briefs, The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship, To Boldly Go (Obligatory Toilet Joke)

Summary: It's maybe the first real conversation they've had where one of them isn't accusing the other of academic misconduct or not loving his mom.

[seepunkrun]

Star Trek Fic: New Year Market

New Year Market

Author: Punk Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series Pairings: Kirk/Spock, Kirk & McCoy & Spock Rating: Teen, for swears Content notes: No standard notes apply.

Size: 3,600 words

Tags: Shore Leave, Alien Markets, Incense, You Gotta Feed Bones or He Gets Hangry, Triumvirate, Friendship, New Relationships, New Year Celebrations, Lucky Dumplings, Jewishish Spock, Rock Gardens

Summary: If Leonard doesn't get some lucky dumplings in the next ten minutes there's going to be hell to pay.

[seepunkrun]

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

Author: Punk Fandom: Star Trek: Alternative Original Series Pairing: Kirk/Spock Rating: G Content notes: no standard notes apply Disclaimer: These are not the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.

Size: 230 words

Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Family, Humor, OTW15 | OTW 15th Anniversary Fanwork Challenge, 15 Sentence Fic, My First Work in This Fandom

Summary: In which Mr. Spock unwittingly discovers rural Iowa is as strange a place as any other in the universe.