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herding fic
Jan. 28th, 2006 10:25 amThese are a few stories that have been floating around the internets and are now available on the website -- two from the I Saw Three Ships holiday threesome exchange, and one SGA flashfic.
Daughters of Jerusalem
Serenity, Inara/Mal/River
Several people have commented that the premise of this story is actually kind of twisted, much more twisted than the actual story is, so I'm almost reluctant to say anything about it. Let's just call it "River Tam Goes to Summer Camp." And I just got word that this has been nominated for a Blue Sun Award for best noncanon romance, so that's pretty cool, I think!
Only Mal has ever seen the training house before, and not under the best of circumstances. Inara can see them all staring – the marble, the frescoes, the hothouse flowers, the curtains of translucent silk embroidered with sun-catching gold. And this is only the patio.
Inara resists the urge to touch her hair, to see if it’s still in place. If she appears nervous here, they will all be nervous – not only her friends, but the girls she can feel lurking in the windows above her, scrutinizing everything, as girls will. She must set an example for everyone now.
"Well, now, see?" Mal says. "This is real fine. And it’s got land, plenty of land and fresh air, so it ain’t like being boxed up in some ugly city someplace."
"Ow," River says, trying to get her hand loose from Simon’s.
Kaylee hugs Inara tight; she’s wearing Inara’s green shawl with the red flowers, the one she’s hardly taken off in the two days since Inara gave it to her. "Well, I still say it’s mean of you to leave me stuck with all these menfolk – and Zoe, course, but still. Who’s gonna be girlfriends with me now, huh?"
"Yeah," Jayne says. "Gonna be a sad lack of pillow-fights around here while you and the bug are off at whore school."
Metropolis Girls
Smallville, Chloe/Lana/Lex
Mmm, porn! And a little bit of political intrigue, and a little bit of romance, doomed and otherwise, and then -- some more porn. Actually, this is sort of a prequel to a longer Smallville story I've been tinkering with for a while now, except that this is pretty sweet where the longer version will be darker. So hey, enjoy the happy, romantic girl-porn before I spoil it all for you! Also, the version on the 3 Ships site had some formatting errors, so this is the more legible version.
"I’m sorry," Lex said. He was sitting on Chloe’s bed now, although Chloe didn’t remember him sitting down, and she sure didn’t remember inviting him to. He looked back and forth between Chloe and Lana, and then tugged restlessly on his tie. It was ten-thirty at night and he’d come over here to discuss the fact that they were being spied on to throw the outcome of a state election, and he was still wearing his tie.
"Sorry for what?" Lana said in a choky voice, her cheeks bright with color. "For feeling – for wanting that – like that – or sorry somebody knows, somebody who can break into my room and take pictures of me and my girlfriend?"
"Oh, Jesus," Chloe said. Jesus, is that what they were now – girlfriends? It was supposed to be just a thing, just a cuddling and hair-brushing, your-boyfriend-abandoned-you-and-vanished-off-the-face-of-the-earth moral support thing, but you know, Chloe had never been really good with the social niceties, and the line between best-friend moral support breakup cuddling and feeling up the girl who knew to buy you the first season of The L Word on DVD for Christmas of 2005 – well, it was awfully arbitrary when you stopped to think about it, wasn’t it?
Release Mechanism
Atlantis, Ronon/Sheppard
For the Slave challenge on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_flashfic It was supposed to be all intense and dirty and semi-noncon, but instead it came out kind of loopy and bantery and semi-noncon.
"We don’t really have time for this, Rodney. You can be my slave, and Teyla can be Ronon’s."
Teyla cleared her throat delicately. "The terms of the ritual combat are hand-to-hand, Colonel."
"Yeah? And?" She continued to look at him. "Hey, I’m in charge of this expedition, I can’t be a slave! I have to – negotiate, and – make command decisions."
"You don’t think it might weaken our bargaining position if they notice that one of our slaves can kick her noble warlord’s ass from here to Mars?" Rodney said.
Ronon was pretty sure it was weakening their bargaining position to stand here yammering all night. Anyone who called himself a warlord was going to notice that they had a slight issue with chain of command in this outfit, and for a people who demonstrated their prowess through the quality and quantity of the slaves they controlled.... Ronon was no diplomat, but it seemed to him that they should be taking steps to disguise the fact that there wasn’t anyone on this mission who could compel the KP sergeants to give them extra whipped cream on their sweet potato pie, let alone keep a slave in line.
"Fine!" Sheppard said, flinging up his hands. "Fine. Teyla, you’re on point, and you’ve got McKay. Ronon, you just...try to keep a low profile and, you know, savagely beat anyone who tries to run away with me or whatever."
"Okay," Ronon said, even though this was rapidly turning into one of those missions where he would happily sell Sheppard for an extension cord and a rack of lamb.
Daughters of Jerusalem
Serenity, Inara/Mal/River
Several people have commented that the premise of this story is actually kind of twisted, much more twisted than the actual story is, so I'm almost reluctant to say anything about it. Let's just call it "River Tam Goes to Summer Camp." And I just got word that this has been nominated for a Blue Sun Award for best noncanon romance, so that's pretty cool, I think!
Only Mal has ever seen the training house before, and not under the best of circumstances. Inara can see them all staring – the marble, the frescoes, the hothouse flowers, the curtains of translucent silk embroidered with sun-catching gold. And this is only the patio.
Inara resists the urge to touch her hair, to see if it’s still in place. If she appears nervous here, they will all be nervous – not only her friends, but the girls she can feel lurking in the windows above her, scrutinizing everything, as girls will. She must set an example for everyone now.
"Well, now, see?" Mal says. "This is real fine. And it’s got land, plenty of land and fresh air, so it ain’t like being boxed up in some ugly city someplace."
"Ow," River says, trying to get her hand loose from Simon’s.
Kaylee hugs Inara tight; she’s wearing Inara’s green shawl with the red flowers, the one she’s hardly taken off in the two days since Inara gave it to her. "Well, I still say it’s mean of you to leave me stuck with all these menfolk – and Zoe, course, but still. Who’s gonna be girlfriends with me now, huh?"
"Yeah," Jayne says. "Gonna be a sad lack of pillow-fights around here while you and the bug are off at whore school."
Metropolis Girls
Smallville, Chloe/Lana/Lex
Mmm, porn! And a little bit of political intrigue, and a little bit of romance, doomed and otherwise, and then -- some more porn. Actually, this is sort of a prequel to a longer Smallville story I've been tinkering with for a while now, except that this is pretty sweet where the longer version will be darker. So hey, enjoy the happy, romantic girl-porn before I spoil it all for you! Also, the version on the 3 Ships site had some formatting errors, so this is the more legible version.
"I’m sorry," Lex said. He was sitting on Chloe’s bed now, although Chloe didn’t remember him sitting down, and she sure didn’t remember inviting him to. He looked back and forth between Chloe and Lana, and then tugged restlessly on his tie. It was ten-thirty at night and he’d come over here to discuss the fact that they were being spied on to throw the outcome of a state election, and he was still wearing his tie.
"Sorry for what?" Lana said in a choky voice, her cheeks bright with color. "For feeling – for wanting that – like that – or sorry somebody knows, somebody who can break into my room and take pictures of me and my girlfriend?"
"Oh, Jesus," Chloe said. Jesus, is that what they were now – girlfriends? It was supposed to be just a thing, just a cuddling and hair-brushing, your-boyfriend-abandoned-you-and-vanished-off-the-face-of-the-earth moral support thing, but you know, Chloe had never been really good with the social niceties, and the line between best-friend moral support breakup cuddling and feeling up the girl who knew to buy you the first season of The L Word on DVD for Christmas of 2005 – well, it was awfully arbitrary when you stopped to think about it, wasn’t it?
Release Mechanism
Atlantis, Ronon/Sheppard
For the Slave challenge on
sga_flashfic It was supposed to be all intense and dirty and semi-noncon, but instead it came out kind of loopy and bantery and semi-noncon."We don’t really have time for this, Rodney. You can be my slave, and Teyla can be Ronon’s."
Teyla cleared her throat delicately. "The terms of the ritual combat are hand-to-hand, Colonel."
"Yeah? And?" She continued to look at him. "Hey, I’m in charge of this expedition, I can’t be a slave! I have to – negotiate, and – make command decisions."
"You don’t think it might weaken our bargaining position if they notice that one of our slaves can kick her noble warlord’s ass from here to Mars?" Rodney said.
Ronon was pretty sure it was weakening their bargaining position to stand here yammering all night. Anyone who called himself a warlord was going to notice that they had a slight issue with chain of command in this outfit, and for a people who demonstrated their prowess through the quality and quantity of the slaves they controlled.... Ronon was no diplomat, but it seemed to him that they should be taking steps to disguise the fact that there wasn’t anyone on this mission who could compel the KP sergeants to give them extra whipped cream on their sweet potato pie, let alone keep a slave in line.
"Fine!" Sheppard said, flinging up his hands. "Fine. Teyla, you’re on point, and you’ve got McKay. Ronon, you just...try to keep a low profile and, you know, savagely beat anyone who tries to run away with me or whatever."
"Okay," Ronon said, even though this was rapidly turning into one of those missions where he would happily sell Sheppard for an extension cord and a rack of lamb.
