#leonard cohen x star trek

[regionalpancake]

Anytime - Regionalpancake - Star Trek: Picard [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Picard Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Raffi Musiker & Cristóbal Rios Characters: Cristóbal Rios, Raffi Musiker, Ricardo Ramirez - Character Additional Tags: Angst, Light Angst, Missing Scene, Crew as Family, Found Family, Merry Month of Cohen, A Bunch of Lonesome Heroes, some people are never completely gone, these two deserved better, Post-Season/Series 02, a quiet morning in the 21st century Summary: In the 21st century, Rios misses talking with his oldest friend.

Thanks to @abunchoflonesomeheroes for hosting this excellent fest!

[abunchoflonesomeheroes]

A somehow fitting video of the Merry Month of Cohen. Go and watch it!

[mia-cooper]

the tradition continues!

Merry Month of Cohen, 2024

Now the angel's got a fiddle, the devil's got a harp Every soul is like a minnow, every mind is like a shark May have broken every window, but the house The house is dark, I care but very little What happens to the heart ~ L. Cohen

May 1-15: Get caught in the darkness for another year.  

Welcome to the sixth Cohen-based Star Trek fandom event, carrying on the tradition begun with Leonard Cohen and the Merry Month of May, organized by the incomparable @mia-cooper in 2019. I have the honor of organizing this year's event.

This year’s twist: Never the same again - some how the character(s) are fundamentally altered by their experience.

You know the drill (the same procedure as every year):

1. Pick a Leonard Cohen song, or multiples of. Any Cohen lyrics as long as they sing dark and angsty thoughts to you.

2. Pick a date in the first fortnight of May only (Wed 1st May – Wed 15th May). If there is an avalanche of fanworks coming this way, we’ll double up on the day.

3. Pick a Star Trek fandom, or a mash-up of ST fandoms. Mix DS9 and Picard if you so wish, but no crossovers with non-Star-Trek fandoms.

4. Message this blog with your chosen date, the Star Trek fandom(s) you’ve picked, and the type of fanwork you’ll be producing.

5. Message this blog for any questions / changes etc…

6. Post your angst-filled fanwork on your chosen date.

7. Message this blog with the details of where your fanwork is posted, and tag your Tumblr post with #what-happens-to-the-heart

8. If posting on AO3, add your fanwork to the collection (This will be created shortly!)

9. Follow this blog for updates.

Tagging all the creators from the last years. No obligation to participate this year of course, but please reblog to others: @caladeniablue, @theredheadedcaptain, @70thousandlightyearsfromhome, @marymoss1971, @seemaunbound, @pc-corner, @hauntedmoonchaos, @grissomesque, @cnrothtrek, @lipstickonmylabcoat, @madamairlock, @littleobsessions90, @mia-cooper​, @whathappenstotheheart, @regionalpancake, @a-little-squirrely-sunshine

[crack-in-everything]

A Crack in Everything

STAR TREK FANDOM EVENT

May 1–15(ish), 2021

Master List of Fanworks

A HUGE thank you to everyone who submitted a fanwork to this glorious festival of misery and pain (and just a little light!), and the same to all the readers/viewers/supporters of the event – it’s been AMAZING, and I’m already looking forward to next year’s iteration! Without further ado, here are all the fanworks – share this post, check them out, and give them some love if you haven’t already!

May 1 You Have Loved Enough by @amoderngirl Star Trek Voyager, fanfic, G, Carla Johnson/Mark Johnson ——

May 2 Until the Sea Shall Free Them by @70thousandlightyearsfromhome (ShayneyL) Star Trek Voyager, fanfic & fanart, T, Harry Kim & Tom Paris, Harry Kim & B’Elanna Torres ——

May 3 At Least for Tonight by @curator-on-ao3 Star Trek Voyager, fanfic, T, Kathryn Janeway/Kes, Kathryn Janeway/Harry Kim, The Doctor/Kathryn Janeway Includes covers by @regionalpancake ——

May 4 And the break of day had nothing to reveal by @allthewians Star Trek Alternate Original Series, fanfic, M, Philip Boyce/Christopher Pike ——

May 5 The Lagoon by CAMIR Star Trek Voyager, fanfic, G, Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway ——

May 6 A Captive Breath by @theredheadedcaptain Star Trek Voyager, fanfic, E, Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway ——

May 7 After the Champagne by BlackVelvet42 Star Trek Voyager, fanfic, E, Ayala/Kathryn Janeway, Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway, Chakotay/Seven of Nine ——

May 8 I am not others by @jazzfic Star Trek Picard, fanfic, T, Enoch & Agnes Jurati, Agnes Jurati/Cristóbal Rios Includes cover by @regionalpancake ——

May 9 Crow’s Feet by @regionalpancake Star Trek Picard, Star Trek The Next Generation, fanfic & fanart, T, Hugh Third of Five, Bruce Maddox ——

May 10 If I Didn’t Have Your Love by Bizarra Star Trek Voyager, fanfic, E, Ayala/Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway The Dark Led Me to Light Again by StarTrekkin08 Star Trek Voyager, fanfic, G, Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway ——

May 11 Mine by @caladeniablue Star Trek Voyager, fanfic, E, Kathryn Janeway/Kashyk, Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway ——

May 12 Heart With No Companion by Servalan Star Trek Voyager, fanfic, M, Chakotay/Tessa Omond, Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway ——

May 13 Dance Me to The End of Love by @gluecookie​ (Monsterfisken) Star Trek Discovery, fanart, G, Joann Owosekun/Keyla Detmer ——

May 14 to follow the sun by @thelaithlyworm (Thimblerig) Star Trek The Next Generation, Star Trek Picard, fanfic, T, Kestra Troi-Riker & Thad Troi-Riker, Lwaxana Troi & Thad Troi-Riker Includes cover by @regionalpancake ——

May 15 Ring the Bell by @verobatto (BENKA79) Star Trek Voyager, fanfic, E, Harry Kim/Tom Paris ——

and ... May 25 True Places by @coffeeblack75 Star Trek Voyager, fanfic, G, Janeway/Chakotay —— *If I’ve made any mistakes or missed anything out in the above list, please let me know. See you next year! 👋

[caughtthedarkness]

And everybody knows that plague is comin’ / Everybody knows that it’s moving fast

Leonard Cohen, Everybody Knows

Sorry, I couldn’t help myself with that quote from the master of angst. But remember: 

If you have to stay at home and are wondering what to do, why not participate in this Cohen x Star Trek fest? Message me if interested!  More info on this fest here.

We are on target for a smorgasbord of Cohen-inspired Star Trek fics and fanart in early May, but there are still days available. All ST fandoms welcome!

Take care with your health and that of your family and neighbours.

May 1 - @caladeniablue​ - Voyager fic

May 2  - BlackVelvet42 - Voyager fic

May 3 - @70thousandlightyearsfromhome​ - Voyager fic

May 4 - @amoderngirl - Voyager fic

May 5 - @bizships - Voyager fic

May 7 - @cnrothtrek​ - Picard fic

May 10 - @70thousandlightyearsfromhome - Voyager fic

May 13 - @coffeeblack75 - Voyager fic

May 14 - @monsterfisken​ - DS9 Fanart

May 15 - @bizships​ - Voyager fic

[mia-cooper]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kathryn Janeway/Kashyk, Chakotay/Kathryn Janeway Characters: Kathryn Janeway, Kashyk (Star Trek), Chakotay (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Fanvids, Episode: s05e10 Counterpoint, Leonard Cohen x Star Trek Summary:

"Everybody knows that the dice are loaded // everybody rolls with their fingers crossed // everybody knows the war is over // everybody knows the good guys lost..."

A Counterpoint story, produced for @caughtthedarkness, the Merry Month of Cohen 2020.

[cnroth]

My submission to the Star Trek x Cohen fest by @caughtthedarkness is up!

[caladeniablue]

Year of Hell meets Joan of Arc. With a dash of Endgame.

May 5th contribution to the Star Trek x Cohen event, inspired by the song Joan of Arc. Because I love the Year of Hell episode. And Janeway. And the song too.  @killitwithtears

[devoverest]

My modest contribution -- a.k.a. “When all else fails, write a drabble” -- to @killitwithtears‘s Merry Month of Cohen. Warm thanks to @curator-on-ao3 for beta. 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Kathryn Janeway, Chakotay (Star Trek), Matrix alien from "Coda" Additional Tags: Episode: s3e15 Night, Depression, suicide plan referenced, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Drabble, Angst, Inspired by Music, Tumblr Fic Event, Merry Month of Cohen Summary:

Depression lies, even to Captain Kathryn Janeway.

“You're in a dangerous profession, Captain. You face death every day. There'll be another time, and I'll be waiting. Eventually you'll come into my Matrix and you will nourish me for a long, long time.” Alien posing as Edward Janeway, “Coda," written by Jeri Taylor.

The Shadow of Your Wound

From the day Voyager enters the Void, nothingness creeps in and slowly buries you.

Chakotay comes to cajole. The pedestal he once carved rots to crumbs beneath you.

The demon with your father’s face calls your name daily. He's slept at your center since the first crash, the Terra Nova. You can see that now.

You once clung to grief, hoping it would sink you—a young, romantic delusion.

Here, your pain is no credential. You have conquered nothing, learned nothing, loved nothing.

One more mission, from Void into matrix, and your breath, your flesh, will nourish him at last.

[caladeniablue]

Yeah! It's back!

So, baby fic with pink frosting. Got it.

This year's Cohen fest is May 1-15 2022. Usual parameters with this year's twist: No happy endings.

Sign up dates are filling up fast! Please message me if you would like a date. If we do fill up, please note I will turn no one away! We can do double ups as necessary.

So far:

1:

2: @amoderngirl

3: @marymoss1971

4:

5: @70thousandlightyearsfromhome

6: BlackVelvet

7:

8: TracyLordHaven

9:

10: @caladeniablue

11:

12: @grissomesque

13: @mia-cooper

14: @seemaunbound

15: @regionalpancake

[regionalpancake]

What exactly is Cohen fic? I’ve seen it mentioned before as a sort of fandom event but I can’t seem to figure out what it is?

Cohen fic my beloved! The Merry Month of Cohen is a Leonard Cohen inspired Star Trek fandom event, with an angst theme. It was started in 2019 by @mia-cooper and the torch has been passed to different folks to run it each year. To me it's one of the highlights of the Star Trek fandom calendar! I've taken part in 5 of the 6 years (and forever gutted I missed the inaugural fest!)

2020 - You Want It Darker - PIC S1 Raffi comforts Seven through some Borg PTSD 2021 - Crow's Feet - A look at Hugh's reclamation surgeries and adjusting to his new life. (And, for my money, the best thing I think I've ever written.) 2022 - Out of the Game - Post PIC S2 Raffi&Rios angst from Raffi's POV 2023 - Anytime - Post PIC S2 Raffi&Rios angst from Rios' POV (so clearly not over S2 even a year later 😅 still not tbh, I miss Team La Sirena) 2024 - Night Sky With Exit Wounds - PIC S2 missing scene, Seven struggling to understand the world without her Borg physiology, and Raffi is there for her. And while I've tried my hand at angst for the Picard fandom, the Voyager fans never fail to write the angstier stuff, I'm in awe. I guess it's dark in the Delta quadrant. From this years fest ( @what-happens-to-the-heart ) I'm obsessed with @grissomesque 's fic: In a Wounded Dawn - it's Janeway/Paris and the Academy era setting at the beginning of chapter 2, grabbed me by the heart and hasn't let go. tldr: star trek x leonard cohen x angst fic = fest perfection

[abunchoflonesomeheroes]

Today we have the pleasure of @mia-cooper providing us with a specifically dark take on “Caretaker”, giving us another tale of loss and wrong decisions. And suffering.

[caughtthedarkness]

If the sun would lose its light / And we lived an endless night / That’s how it would be

Leonard Cohen, If I Didn’t Have Your Love

A week and a bit before the fortnight of Cohen x Star Trek angst (hopeful angst welcome too!) starts.  

There’s a couple of spots left, so contact me if interested. Fanart, fanfic, any Star Trek. 

More info here.

Brought to you by @caladeniablue​.  Wallpaper by Pc7.

[arcadia75]

Angst!!!

“So we’ll go no more a-roving So late into the night,”

—

Leonard Cohen

The Merry Month of Cohen 2020 is at an end. The AO3 Caught The Darkness collection is closed.  My greatest thanks to all the contributors, all the creators of fics, fanart, podfic and fanvid. This was a slide into angst and Cohen’s beautiful inspiration which will stay with me for a long time. 

There will be a 2021 fest, I am sure of that, and I’ll post something here when the next brave person takes up the baton.

So, for the last time this year, here are all the contributors, in no particular order:

@bizships - 2 x Voyager fics - Repercussions and You Know Who I Am.

@70thousandlightyearsfromhome - 2 x Voyager fics - Coming Back To You and Leaving the Table

Blackvelvet42 - Voyager fic - Love Like a Shadow

@regionalpancake - Picard fic - You Want It Darker

Thimblerig - Picard podfic - You Want It Darker from regionalpancake fic.  @cnrothtrek - Picard fic - One Long Slide

@mia-cooper - Voyager fanvid - Everybody Knows

@perphesone - TOS fic - Many Nights Endure Without a Moon

@missmil​ - Voyager fic - To falter

@killermanatee - Voyager fic - Feels So Good

@caladeniablue​ - Voyager fic - The Cruelty or the Grace

@coffeeblack75​ - Voyager fic - The Other Side

@monsterfisken​ - DS9 fanart - If You Are the Dealer

@thesadchicken​ - Voyager fic - The Moon’s Too Bright, the Chain’s Too Tight

@janewaystolemyheart​ - Voyager fic - What Happens to the Heart

(via caughtthedarkness)

[caladeniablue]

BlackVelvet42's contribution to the Merry Month of Cohen. Please read it and comment. It won't disappoint. It is that good. It is more than good. It will blow you away.

@killitwithtears

[allthetrek]

Closing Time

In the seedy bar of a decrepit space station on the outskirts of the galaxy... You and Captain Pike wait for a Starfleet informant. The evening does not go as planned, and it will surely be a night you’ll never forget. (Pike X Reader, romance/adventure)

Inspired by Closing Time by Leonard Cohen, for the #merrymonthofcohen fandom event! @killitwithtears

Closing Time Park II (SMUT) Here

Well, this is an… interesting crowd. The patrons of the seedy space station bar mill about their business around you and Captain Pike. This station, on the outskirts of the galaxy, attracts a certain clientele. Mercenaries, fugitives, anyone without scruples looking for an escape, physical or mental. This is the place.

You glance over at Captain Pike, sitting beside you at the long bar, made of what looks like recycled ship parts. The whole station is a floating scrapyard, really. You’ve never seen anything like this place, or its customers, and you’re glad Captain Pike is by your side.

The two of you are on an away mission, meeting a contact for information vital to your mission. They would only agree to meeting with the Captain, no extras, but he had managed to talk them into letting you come along, stating Starfleet regulations would not allow him to go unaccompanied. You have a calm, easygoing demeanor that won’t seem threatening to the contact, yet the Captain knows you have years of training and experience, and can hold your own if needed. He’s seen you in action before, and is impressed by you in more ways than one.

Truth be told, you’re nervous in this setting. You see the Captain giving those around you his signature side-eye. You’re both on high alert. You’ve been waiting for several hours now, and your contact is nowhere to be found. Are they standing you up? Did something happen to them? If anyone caught wind that they’re a Starfleet informant, they could pay the price…

Laughter on the other side of the bar catches your attention and you look in its direction. A few Ferengi with a few too many drinks in them. You roll your eyes but say nothing. You’re here on official business. No time for chit-chat.

You’re not used to being alone with the Captain. Having him all to yourself… Hmmm… Now there is a thought…

“What do you think, [Y/N]?” Captain Pike asks you. Your name on his lips makes you turn your head and stare into his intense blue-grey orbs. Did he just call you by your first name? Oh no, you’re taking too long to respond…

“Something wrong?” he asks you, and you swear a smirk is just visible on his lips… Mmm, those lips…

“Think of… What, sir?” you ask, seriously distracted at this point by the noise. And what is that smell? A pot of mystery-meat stew boils away on a convection-burner behind the bar, releasing a stench some species would find delectable. Not humanoids, however.

“Our informant. They’re a little late...,” the Captain states, a hint of agitation detectable in his deep voice. He adjusts restlessly on the uncomfortable barstool beneath him.

“More than a little late, sir. Something could have happened. They’ve assisted Starfleet multiple times in the past. I don’t see why this time would be any different,” you reply, careful to keep your voice down, though it’s hard over the music that just started playing, a symphony of alien instruments, an upbeat but odd composition.

The Captain nods in reply and you both turn to the small stage in the corner of the bar, now populated by several Orion women, and others of species you don’t recognize. They begin to dance to the music, a provocative dance meant to entice those that might wish to exchange universal currency for the pleasure of their company.

One Orion woman leaves the stage, dancing provocatively around the tables, coming near you and the Captain. She’s scantily clad, and her movements are almost mesmerizing. You’ve heard of the seductive powers of Orion women, though never seen them up close. Several of the bar patrons are already claiming their dancers, and you study Captain Pike’s face as the woman dances next to him, her scent intoxicating as she gets closer to the two of you. Pheromones, probably. Definitely not legal, but there’s no law out here on the edge of the cosmos.

The Captain looks calm and composed as ever, and he nods politely at the woman, and suddenly places his hand over yours, squeezing it gently and showing the dancer that he’s not interested. The woman looks mildly disappointed but moves on to her next potential client.

A spark shoots through you at the Captain’s touch and you feel your heartrate increase. Once the woman has left, he releases your hand. “Sorry, it’s just easier than… Well, you know,” he says apologetically, hoping he didn’t overstep with you. When on an away mission, you have to be able to improvise when needed.

“It’s okay,” you reply with a small smile. Your hand tingles slightly where he touched you. You’ve been trying so hard lately to push down the feelings you’ve been developing for your Captain, but tonight, you feel the walls of your psyche breaking down. But surely it’s in vain… There’s no chance… It could never be reciprocated. Could it?

“Have you seen them before?” the Captain asks, nodding his prominent chin in the stage’s direction.

“Um, no. No, this is my first time,” you answer, wishing you would have said that differently. Captain Pike’s eyes study you for a moment, and he raises his eyebrow. “Don’t let their appearance fool you. They’re cunning, and dangerous. I know a few Starfleet officers who have fallen victim to their wiles.”

“Oh? Like who?” you ask, smiling teasingly at the Captain, knowing full well he’ll never name names. You prop your elbow on the bar in front of you, resting your head on your hand as you peer mischievously over at him.

His eyes scan you again, liking this slightly playful side of you more than he wants to admit. “Well, they wouldn’t like me telling,” he replies with a wink that almost knocks you off your stool. You smile back at him and take a drink of the water the barkeep has placed in front of you. It tastes like their filtration system needs some serious maintenance; thank goodness the cup is too dark to see what color the liquid inside is.

Captain Pike watches you take a drink and smirks at your reaction. He chose you for this away mission for your skills, definitely, but it was more than that. Lately, he just can’t seem to get you off of his mind. The sound of your voice, your beautiful smile, and the way you put him at ease. A few times recently, he’s felt so weighed down by the mission, his past, the responsibility of command. You’ve been there for him, asking him what’s on his mind and listening without judgement when he opens up to you, as much as he’s comfortable with in the moment. He feels like he can talk to you, and vice versa. Recently it’s been dawning on him… He’s falling for you. But, it’s not professional, not appropriate. He’s your superior, after all. Though right now, in this disreputable place of commerce, he’s beginning to lose touch with his reservations about the two of you…

It’s getting late, and your contact is apparently a no-show. You’re about to head back to the shuttle, so you can rendezvous with the ship which is currently out of range investigating another matter pertinent to the mission. However, an announcement is made over the station comm, in universal tongue, that there’s been a malfunction in the environmental controls and the way to the docking area is inaccessible. Life support and artificial gravity are down in those areas while they make repairs, and the repair estimate is at least twelve hours.

“Well, it looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while,” you comment to the Captain. A yawn overcomes you and you shuffle yourself on the barstool, your behind aching from the hard surface. It’s been a long day. This environment is a lot to take in. The clientele, the noise, having your guard up, it’s all a bit over-stimulating.

Captain Pike sees you’re tired, and the two of you decide to get a room on the station for the night. Luckily, the living quarters have been unaffected by the malfunctions. The captain pays the barkeep in universal currency and you’re directed to your room for the night. As you leave the bar area, the clientele is getting rowdier as the hour gets later. You make your way through the crowd, but find your way suddenly blocked by two angry-looking Reptilians. Well, you think they’re angry, their species always looks like that if you’re being honest.

“What is Starfleet doing out here?” one of them hisses, their tone oozing with malice. How did they know you were Starfleet; you’re not wearing any identifiers?

“You’re mistaken…” Captain Pike starts, but he’s cut off by the other being, “Captain Pike of the Enterprise... You’re a long way from home, Starfleet.”

The captain retains his composure, but you see his posture change, readying himself in case a fight breaks out. “I don’t want any trouble,” he states commandingly, but it’s too late, every inebriated Federation-hater in the joint has now heard that the two of you are Starfleet, and they encroach on your position threateningly. Your hand instinctively brushes your hip, searching for your phaser, but you remember that they confiscated it upon entry. No weapons allowed in the bar, but they apparently didn’t count the razor-sharp spines protruding off of the alien closest to you.

The being swings at you, the venomous spines on its wrist coming perilously close to your exposed neck, and your instincts kick in. You evade the blow, but before you can react further, the alien is dispatched by Pike, who has grabbed a nearby bar-stool, bringing it down on the alien’s head. The being goes down, hitting the metal floor, its body now limp and listless, the silvery blood of a chromium-based life form oozing from its fresh head wound.

The others advance on the two of you, and your eyes scan the area for something you, too, could use as a blunt weapon, but there is nothing within reach. You raise your fists, ready to engage the enemy…

Several bouncers have heard the commotion and come ambling into the fight. These aliens are huge, brawny, and apparently made of ninety percent muscle tissue. No one wants to mess with them, and the crowd disperses, going back to their vices. Some gambling tables have opened up, and there’s a rumor that an underground slave trade goes on after midnight, but it’s a dangerous game, all of it. One puts their life on the line when walking through the docking hatch to this station, as you and the captain have just experienced.

You’ve had about enough of this place, and feel a sense of relief as you and Pike continue your way to the living area. You hear the ruckus behind you, fading in intensity as you walk, but the energy of the place is still very much present in you as you feel adrenaline pulsing through your veins. The farther away from the noise you walk, the better you feel, and the more aware you are of Captain Pike’s presence.

You walk slightly ahead of him, and absentmindedly rub your lower back with your hands, sore from the hours of sitting and waiting. Captain Pike notices your actions and something inside of him stirs. There’s something about this place, with everyone around you indulging their hedonistic, baser urges. A veritable feast for the senses, an escape from the roles and responsibilities of life in the rest of the galaxy.

Who were those Reptilians, and how did they know that you were Starfleet? Did they have something to do with your informant not showing up? Are the two of you in danger remaining on this station? Possibly, and all good questions. However, they will have to wait. Whatever it is about this place, it’s cast its spell upon both of you, and as you enter your quarters for the night, the tension between you is palpable, undeniable, and demanding to be addressed.

* * * * * * * * * *

Notes: Part II (smut) to follow, but wanted to post this more general/appropriate piece as my contribution to the event. Hope you enjoyed and thx for reading! :)

EDIT: Part II HERE!