With Atlantis grounded, home feels less like reality and more of a construct for John, who starts to unravel when his feelings for Rodney are forced suddenly to the forefront.
A little bit about this fic before you go in.
Please don't let the "alcoholism" tag scare you off - this is, at its core, a McShep angst-with-a-happy-ending fic, I promise.
But.
This fic was started on the twentieth of November, 2022, during which I was battling with situational alcoholism, much what John experiences in this fic. What started a fic for personal catharsis turned into a John character study I am extremely proud and grateful for - and for the show and fandom, which were integral to the sobriety I live today (note the show and fandom are not the only reasons I am sober; hard work, a loving spouse and friends and a support network from my time in AA were the keys, SGA was a welcome and loving distraction).
AA is a tenuous subject, and I had John join the program as it is the most accessible for readers to understand due to its prevalence in popular culture and - sadly - our everyday lives. There are other ways on the path to sobriety if you do not align with AA (I do not any longer), Google is an amazing tool.
Situational alcoholism and alcoholism as a whole can happen to anyone - I am an example of that - and if you know anyone in this situation, please seek out help in your local area. There are amazing human beings and resources out there for addicts, and sobriety is one minute, one hour, one day, one month, one year at a time.
Thank you for reading this fic. I'm proud I finally finished it, and most of all, I'm proud of mine - and John's - sobriety.
/end personal crap lol
PS: bonus points if you get the Straya reference to a beloved song I slipped in.
Taemin's 'Guilty'. It's in my head, do what you like I double dare you
/proceeds to take the “loving you’s a crime” line literally
John doesn’t feel guilty about it.
It’s cognitive dissonance, maybe, but the only people he knows in the military who aren’t operating under some form of cognitive dissonance are the ones who are dumb enough to be scary, no matter where they fall in the chain of command.
So, no, John doesn’t feel particularly guilty about his personal violations of the Uniform Code, never has.
It’s just—things are different, with Rodney.
It’s more than John’s ever had, more than he knows what to do with, and the fact that he’s sure Rodney feels the same way is both comforting and frightening.
They fall into Rodney’s bed together, late nights after whatever latest life-threatening disaster, and John can feel it in the way Rodney holds onto him, hands big and hot on John’s hips, the desperate way he whimpers John’s name against his neck. It’s slow, except when it’s fast; rough, except when it’s gentle, but what it always is, from both of them, is grasping, taking hold of something they’re not supposed to have and clinging hard.
And then, every time, John has to leave before the sun comes up. Every time, he dresses in the darkness and watches Rodney’s back, the steady rise and fall of his breath.
He thinks about what it might be like to see Rodney when he wakes up, to see the sun stream in from the window and light the soft curve of his profile in gold. He thinks about sharing kisses, touches, coffee, about two toothbrushes and a drawer with some of his clothes in it.
He shoves his feet into his boots, checks the hallway with the life signs detector Rodney leaves out on his desk.
John doesn’t feel guilty, but he’s not sure what he does feel is any better.
Hey man sorry about your male co-star. Turns out you guys had too much sexual tension on screen so he was written into a lazy, heterosexual romance arc that lacks chemistry and depth and actually just makes him look even more queer tbh. Now he's off pretending to be happy with somebody else when the love of his life was right there all along. I'm so sorry dude. It will probably happen again :/
Summary: The secession of Atlantis from Earth and its reformation as a city state is told through thirty-six unreliable narrators, in a mix of excerpts from academic books, interviews, poetry and so on, and a connecting straight narrative. (Summary from Fanlore)
Author: @cesperanza
Note from submitter: Despite only landing in novella territory at 52k words, Victors is one of the few fics that I think reaches the quality of a published novel while being totally inextricable from its fic roots. An insanely ambitious effort, completely worth the level of acclaim it's enjoyed in SGA fandom. It's THE McShep fic. Even if you're not a SGA fan, the way it plays with format is compelling on its own.
I made a post similar to this before but if Stargate: Atlantis was airing today the McKay love would be so intense. He’s literally THE blorbo blueprint. he’s wet, he’s pathetic, he’s whiny, he’s a coward, he’s the bravest man in the world, he has incredible character growth, he accidentally destroyed a solar system, he saved the world countless times, he’s annoying, he cares about his friends, he’s nd coded. he’s such a fully developed and complicated character played by a genuinely talented actor.
don’t even get me started on McShep lol. the only reason it lost the shipping poll so bar (rip) is because it’s an older fandom. McShep makes me feral fr fr.
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Version 3 of the fic I bound for the Renegade Bindery gift exchange! (you can see speranza and @gempothospress's versions here)
I had a lot of fun typesetting this--I took the epitaph motif from the section titles and ran with it. I have never seen any form of Stargate, so thanks to cesperanza and @annerbhp for consulting. Other things I hadn't done before making these three books: cover cutouts, or foil.
"I don't know much about Stargate," said I, "so I'll just put a Stargate on the cover. Should be pretty straightforward." I then proceeded to learn that foil quills were not my friend, that the cricut foil head was finicky as hell (it works beautifully on bookcloth-- but not on leather or buckram,) and in the case of this particular edition, remember too late that unlike leather and buckram, you cannot wipe glue off bookcloth with water. I think I might start taping wax paper over my covers when I'm casing in so that I stop having this problem.
That being said, both the foil and the cutouts were kind of addicting. So I might end up sneaking them into more books where they may or may not belong.
sheppard you do not have to clarify ‘in the way a friend cares about another friend’ when rodney asks if they all love him - no one was thinking about it that way apart from you my guy
McKay in SG-1: I hate this douchebag. Carter should send him to the planet with the black hole. Or put him in a box with some lemons. Or that the Russians send him out into the Siberian wilderness and he gets eaten by a polar bear. God I hate this man.
McKay in SGA: I love my grumpy hypoglycemic Canadian scientist. He's a dickhead but he's funny. I love watching him get mocked by condescending children. Also he's gay and in love with Sheppard.
thinking about a mcshep wedding that is some kind of alien happy place hallucination. we know from this sort of thing happening in cannon – that mist, the replicators, kolya – that sheppard only believes false realities when they're dogshit. he fundamentally doesn't believe he deserves good things, so when good things happen, he doesn't trust it. he goes looking for something wrong, and the false reality starts to tear at the seams
with this... well, it is falling apart. there are obvious tells that it's not real, like elizabeth is officiating but didn't she– [STATIC]
but he keeps pretending he can't see the cracks bc he wants it so bad. ford is there and he's healthy, there's no such thing as dadt, the wraith are gone, rodney is so beautiful in his suit, and can't he just fucking have this?