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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
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Date: 2011-01-02 05:02 am (UTC)From:Characters: John, Teyla, Ronon, Rodney
Request: Team arrives back in Atlantis after a long OW mission. Cue exhaustion, maybe a little hurt, to find heating in Atlantis is not working. Very cold and team gathers one at a time to share someones bed for warmth. Maybe Lorne or Elizabeth comes looking for them and finds a very sweet puppy pile!
Don't want: Woolsey or Rodney dragged away to fix heating problem.
It was a dark and wintry night... 1/2
Date: 2011-01-07 12:46 pm (UTC)From:There wasn’t much to sell PXC675 on, it was wet and muddy 99% of the time. But it had wicked huge crops of stuff so similar to wheat that it saved Atlantis more money in the effort of bargaining for their harvest than the cost of shipping flour out on the Deadalus. And that included making it into flour in the nifty ancient labour saving devices, or NALSDs.
Trade negotiations concluded, quagmire navigated and spirits dampened, Team Sheppard stepped through the wormhole event horizon into a decided chilly reception. And for once it wasn’t as a result of a failure to complete paperwork, a belated prank or bad news, but genuinely because there was no heat. At all.
PXC675 was on a diurnal rotation opposite to Atlantis, so it was already after midnight Atlantis time as they left the soggy sunshine behind them. Add to that the fact that New Lantea was in the middle of winter and it made for a cold and dim welcome home.
“What the hell?”
Chuck, wrapped in a parka he had probably last used in Antarctica, stood and shouted in the frosty air, “Sorry, sir. Minor glitch in the system.”
Burrowing down into his damp jacket, Sheppard groused, “How in the hell is this minor? Rodney?”
McKay however was staring at the dark room, his breath foggy in the air, a stunned disbelieving expression on his face even as his fingers ran over his tablet without conscious effort. He was mouthing a soundless litany of ‘No, no, no, no, no....”
“Yes, Rodney, Yes! Did I not warn you?” An abominable Czech, wrapped in so much heavy snow gear that only his glasses were visible amidst the fake fur stepped out of the gloom like an apparition.
Rodney was still shaking his head, fingers operating in complete independence as his stunned gaze turned to Zelenka. “I fixed this, I swear I did, I fixed this!”
“No, Rodney, you thought you did. I told you it couldn’t be that easy to turn off scheduled maintenance, but the great Rodney McKay is never wrong!” Zelenka crowed, a bemittened finger jabbing at Rodney.
Shivering in earnest, Sheppard pulled Teyla towards him, wrapped an arm around her and said, “Somebody better start explaining quick, before Ronon shoots some... thing.”
Ronon’s long leather coat was creating a puddle beneath them all and he looked.... itchy, or rather his finger did.
Rodney stammered and Zelenka chirped in smoothly, “Atlantis has scheduled maintenance runs, which include shutting everything down at least every 2 years. On Old Lantea the complete shut down of power and heating was scheduled in summer. When we came to New Lantea, the seasonal cycle did not match up and now... we are in the middle of winter without power or heating.”
John however immediately leapt to a more immediate concern, “What about the shield and chair?”
“Emergency power, still operational.”
“And you can’t...”
“No, we tried. Have been trying, are still trying but Rodney was oh so sure that he’d...”
Rodney finally gathered himself enough to yell, “Oh and like you don’t make mistakes, Mr Pigeon’s Make Wonderful Pets!”
If Zelenka was embarrassed it was impossible to tell under all the layers. Instead he ignored that and said calmly, “Mr Woolsey has ordered everyone to the dining area where the Marines have constructed a bonfire and we are huddling for warmth.”
And that didn’t sound too bad.
(cont in part 2)
It was a dark and wintry night 2/2
Date: 2011-01-07 12:46 pm (UTC)From:Until John and his now icy team reached the canteen and saw the fire. It was tiny, controlled and barely big enough to light the room. There were cups of coffee, hot chocolate and tea on offer but that was it. Most of the good spots were gone, the floor an array of sleeping bags and blankets , like an artificial landscape.
Decidedly down about the situation, Sheppard and co traipsed off their quarters for dry clothes. Zelenka grabbed his fourth cup of coffee and sat down to wait for Rodney, so that he could berate him some more. After about 20 minutes, he began to wonder what was taking so long and if Rodney was that embarrassed that he would prefer to freeze to death than take the abuse.
After 35 minutes, Zelenka wondered if they had perhaps got lost in the dark, and immediately dismissed that with a laugh.
By 45 minutes, he got a little worried. After an hour, he decided to go check on them, so he did.
Flash light at the ready, Zelenka headed towards Rodney’s quarters, knocked and found them empty. Ronon was next and empty too. Teyla was the next logical stop, but a vague notion bloomed in his head and he headed towards Sheppard’s quarters.
His knock was unanswered, and when he triggered the door release, the rush of warm air was invigorating. “Shut the door!”
Rodney’s voice was muffled and as Zelenka stepped in and shut the door behind him, he felt his face warm in the ambient heat. An odd Ancient device was sitting on Sheppard’s desk generating a lovely heat. Sheppard’s bed had been pushed to one side and the entire team were collapsed on the floor, wrapped in a combination of military issue blankets, furry rugs from Ronon’s quarters and soft wool quilts from Teyla’s.
And it looked damned cosy.
Teyla and Sheppard had somehow lucked out by getting the middle spots and only Sheppard’s dark hair was visible over the all the blankets. Rodney was glaring at Zelenka, lying closest to the door, daring him to comment. Ronon was snoring loudly, and seemed to have pulled a hat over his dreads.
“What?” Rodney, the only one awake snapped.
And Zelenka thought.
He thought about the potential material for mockery, long running gags and office memos. He thought about all the times Rodney had berated him, mocked him and derided him. And he thought about how cold his toes were, despite three layers of socks, and that the tip of his nose was frozen and that he was still damn, damn cold.
“Move over, Rodney.”
“What, no! Go away.”
“Move over now and I won’t tell anyone.”
Rodney glared, he glared like he had never glared before, before shuffling up and making room for Zelenka.
The small Czech stripped off the top layers and then climbed down into the layered blankets and instantly sighed, “Gah, so good, so warm!”
Rodney grumbled and shifted and nudged Teyla, who then moved more into Sheppard who absently threw an arm over her, realised it was freezing out of the blanket and pulled it back under the covers and then pulled her close.
And Zelenka? Zelenka took great delight in shuffling closer to Rodney, much to the man’s dismay and saying, “Good night, Rodney.”
“G’night Rodney, nite Teyla,” murmured Sheppard.
“Good night, Sheppard. Good night, Ronon.”
“Shut up!”
*
Fin
AN: Am I supposed to answer more than one prompt? (shrugs) Shout if I'm not.
Re: It was a dark and wintry night 2/2
Date: 2011-01-07 01:44 pm (UTC)From: (Anonymous)Always been a fan of the gen cuddle stories. Thrilled to find an entire gen comment-fic exchange!
- Lilith
Re: It was a dark and wintry night 2/2
Date: 2011-01-07 03:24 pm (UTC)From: (Anonymous)Re: It was a dark and wintry night 2/2
Date: 2011-01-07 05:19 pm (UTC)From:Re: It was a dark and wintry night 2/2
Date: 2011-01-09 06:52 pm (UTC)From:Re: It was a dark and wintry night 2/2
Date: 2011-01-07 08:57 pm (UTC)From:And you can answer as many prompts as you want. You can even answer the same prompt again and again if is spawns other ideas :D
Re: It was a dark and wintry night 2/2
Date: 2011-01-07 09:37 pm (UTC)From:Re: It was a dark and wintry night 2/2
Date: 2011-01-08 09:16 am (UTC)From:I love the picture of them cuddling together and Ronon with a hat? Awesome! :)
Thank you very much for this fic! :)