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kriadydragon) wrote2011-01-01 03:02 pm
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The SGA Gen Comment-A-Thon Pt. 1
To kick off the new year I present to you a challenge - the SGA gen comment-a-thon challenge (yeah, changed the title. I just really didn't like “non-kink meme.”) There are no due dates, no end dates, so feel free to participate whenever you want.
Rules: You'll be presented with a list of prompts. The challenge, should you choose to accept it...
Readers: Pick a prompt from the list below – only one – and request a story based on that prompt using the following format:
Prompt:
Characters:
Request:
Don't want:
Writers: Pick a request and comment with a story or pick a prompt from the list and comment directly with a story. Posting a story in your own journal or elsewhere is allowed so long as you comment here with the link. Please put the title of your story and/or (should you not have a title yet) rating in the comment header. If you are commenting directly with a prompt of your choosing, please put the prompt at the start of the story (Ex. Prompt: *your prompt here*). Also please warn for anything you feel should be warned for (blood, violence, torture, etc) at the start of the story.
But here is the catch: The story must be gen. Gen, for this meme, are stories that do not focus on a pairing nor anything sexual, though acknowledging canon pairings is fine so long as they are not the focus.
Permitted:
Aus
Crossovers
Commenting with a link to the story
Any questions you may have (just please put “question” in the header).
Posting Anonymously
Not Permitted:
Real people fiction
slash
het
Anything sexual (ex. non-con, off-screen sex, etc).
Prompts:
Bondage
handcuffs/chains/ropes
slavery
drugs/drugging
fetishes
role playing
humiliation
cuddles
dominate
subversive
whipping
beating
messy
dress up
pets
petting
hugging
animals
de-age
body alteration
touch
taste
toys
tentacles
bed sharing
Remember, all stories must be gen.
This meme is all about having fun, so have fun with it :D
ETA: Please post all new requests in Part two of the comment-a-thon. Link to part two can be found below. Thank you.
Click here for part two of the comment-a-thon
Rules: You'll be presented with a list of prompts. The challenge, should you choose to accept it...
Readers: Pick a prompt from the list below – only one – and request a story based on that prompt using the following format:
Prompt:
Characters:
Request:
Don't want:
Writers: Pick a request and comment with a story or pick a prompt from the list and comment directly with a story. Posting a story in your own journal or elsewhere is allowed so long as you comment here with the link. Please put the title of your story and/or (should you not have a title yet) rating in the comment header. If you are commenting directly with a prompt of your choosing, please put the prompt at the start of the story (Ex. Prompt: *your prompt here*). Also please warn for anything you feel should be warned for (blood, violence, torture, etc) at the start of the story.
But here is the catch: The story must be gen. Gen, for this meme, are stories that do not focus on a pairing nor anything sexual, though acknowledging canon pairings is fine so long as they are not the focus.
Permitted:
Aus
Crossovers
Commenting with a link to the story
Any questions you may have (just please put “question” in the header).
Posting Anonymously
Not Permitted:
Real people fiction
slash
het
Anything sexual (ex. non-con, off-screen sex, etc).
Prompts:
Bondage
handcuffs/chains/ropes
slavery
drugs/drugging
fetishes
role playing
humiliation
cuddles
dominate
subversive
whipping
beating
messy
dress up
pets
petting
hugging
animals
de-age
body alteration
touch
taste
toys
tentacles
bed sharing
Remember, all stories must be gen.
This meme is all about having fun, so have fun with it :D
ETA: Please post all new requests in Part two of the comment-a-thon. Link to part two can be found below. Thank you.
Click here for part two of the comment-a-thon
Come and Try 3/4
*
The crash of the lunch tray joining the bedpan drew most eyes, but none lingered. And that was followed no doubt by the IV stand, top drawer and instrument tray.
So, probably too soon to take off the restraints.
John had been so quiet since Rodney’s late night vigil and his blood work had been clear, so off came the restraints. And so disintegrated the calm and quiet.
Sheppard didn’t like being touched. At all. Would only endure it if restrained. If not... there was no getting near him.
Teyla had sent Rodney off to his rooms for well deserved rest even if they both knew he’d only go and take his ill temper out on his well adjusted, well habituated staff.
And so the problems had started. Teyla like to touch. Always had, always would. To soothe, to calm, to laugh, to disagree. Her fingers were swift, practiced and nearly had habits of their own. Brush an errant hair away, straighten a sheet, fluff a pillow, reassure a friend on the edge.
Now, she was standing with her arms wrapped around her, withdrawn and afraid, on the very edge of the area designated ‘Sheppard’s’. He had run out of things to throw, bed in disarray, a trickle of blood running down his arm from where he’d pulled out the IV.
Keller was trying to calm him down, her voice evenly toned, posture as non threatening as she could manage whilst being desperate to get John back into bed, and away from the open window. She’d sent the nurses away, and wanted to send Teyla away, but between John’s wild look and Teyla’s quiet despair, she had neither the heart nor will to do so.
“Please, Colonel. Let me help you, I am sure you could use a shot of morphine right about now.”
Everything about Sheppard screamed, ‘just come and try,’ the IV stand a heavy weapon, keeping them at bay, its top heavy end often kissing the floor.
“John, please.”
The IV stand swung to point at Teyla, shaking with effort, telegraphing his exhaustion and fear. Neither of the women moved though, waiting for the inevitable, for John to tire, drop the metal stand, collapse.
The red smears and trails of blood on his white scrubs grew, and his encased fingers writhed with frustrated effort and Jennifer sighed, plaintively, “Please, Colonel. Please, just let us help you.”
Sheppard dropped the IV stand and hurled the plant and its earthy brown pot with fair accuracy at Keller. Teyla followed his gaze, knew her friend so well, had stood side by side, back to back with him and had felt buoyed by the expression on his face. Now, now his determination to go down fighting hollowed her out, and left nothing behind.
It was either the pair scissors or the blunt knife and she was moving even as John dived for one of them. It didn’t take much to knock him off course and off balance and Teyla only held on long enough for Jennifer to jab a needle into his hip, before backing away from him, leaving him to a doctor’s care.
Teyla didn’t turn around to watch as nurses arrived to help Keller, their voices soft and soothing and utterly useless as they touched and touched and lifted and petted. Teyla didn’t turn around to see John relax in boneless tension, arms stiff and fighting the drugs, feet twitching as hands ran over his flesh.
Teyla ran the moment the Infirmary doors closed behind her, the moment she could be certain John would not see, even if he never would remember. She ran from the startlingly betrayal in his eyes, dark and bruised, red from exhaustion and so, so angry.
*
Re: Come and Try 3/4