The SGA Gen Comment-A-Thon Pt. 1

[kriadydragon]

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

Comments

[kriadydragon.livejournal.com]

Heed the siren song. Heed it! ;)

"Four Days" 1/2

[kayeff.livejournal.com]

Wow, super-late here. RL stupid got in the way. This ended up being stream-of-consciousness and a lot more on the H side of the H/C spectrum, despite my best efforts, but I hope the payoff is worth it!

oOo
Any second now, Rodney thinks, Sheppard is going to breathe blood and that will be the end.

The beginning is four days past. Four days of listening to an immature symbiote's broken hissing. Ninety-odd hours of possession, sprinkled with those rare moments when its grip slips—

Keller's words are burned into their minds. Oh, God... it's moving. I think it's too young to seat itself properly. The colonel can probably feel every time it shifts.

—those precious moments of freedom, when Sheppard's eyes are his own and he moans his horror to the infirmary walls. Kill it stop it kill it kill me. He never gets further than that before the thing takes him again.

Rodney knows he's a grade-A asshole when he spots a lump writhing at the side of Sheppard's neck and promptly blurts oh my God I'm gonna be sick. That is the first day.

It's the fourth day and Rodney is still sick. The thing is lodged in Sheppard's mouth, little red claws hooked in his lips and gums and he is choking on it, struggling, wheezing for air that is not blood.

The Tok'ra show up on day three. Too immature, is their conclusion. Harder to pinpoint for an extraction. Fortunately, they have an alternative. We might be able to force the symbiote to leave voluntarily, if we introduce a particular drug into the colonel's bloodstream. It is too young to resist the chemical's effects.

This sounds like an excellent plan, but they don't mention the part where Sheppard will gag up a live, wailing symbiote.

Teyla swears she saw Sheppard looking at her during one of the parasite's tirades. It was John, she insists. He could not speak, but he was there. That is the second day.

Rodney will be amazed if Sheppard hasn't broken Teyla's hand by now. Her face is a mask of pain, her arm a length of iron, but she refuses to let go. Fight this, John, she calls, over and over. It is almost over. Fight!

"Four Days" 2/2

[kayeff.livejournal.com]

Sheppard jerks in the restraints, eyes rolling, little frantic sounds bubbling in his throat (down deep where the symbiote scrapes him raw). Four days and two minutes and now the spines spring free, wet and glistening red.

The Tok'ra supervising the procedure awaits his prey calmly, tongs at the ready. Doctor Keller, Colonel Sheppard may benefit from sedation when the symbiote has been excised, he offers.

This is the third day: they try sedatives, thinking to ease Sheppard's discomfort. The symbiote metabolizes and Sheppard's eyes flicker open too soon and this time it's Rodney who swears he sees Sheppard.

Ronon doesn't need to see Sheppard. Every day, he promises the symbiote's hissing, glaring visage that it will die. Rodney hopes Sheppard's listening, even if he can't see the big-ass magnum leveled at his head.

Four days, three minutes. Sheppard slams his head back into the pillow, face knit with fury, and gives a strangled shout. The symbiote squirms, flails, caught fast in the Tok'ra's tongs. The tail whips red over the bedclothes.

Keller is already moving, calling for sedatives and oxygen, and Rodney nearly staggers with it: four days and four minutes and Sheppard is breathing. Gasping and bleeding and breathing air, not blood.

Teyla's free hand is cool and gentle on Sheppard's brow. It is over, she assures him. She does not flinch when Ronon's weapon discharges and the Tok'ra drops his tongs, smoking, to the floor. It is over.

Rodney comes to sudden life, yells at the Tok'ra to shut up, shut up. Ronon grabs what's left of the symbiote in the ruined tongs. Here y'go, buddy, he rumbles, thrusting the mess into Sheppard's line of sight. Toldja.

They all see Sheppard now, white and red and shocked. He curls his fingers weakly, flips the tongs the bird. Teyla strokes his hair and gives Ronon her most satisfied smile.

Rodney leans in and grimaces. God, Conan, that's disgusting. I won't be able to eat barbecue for a month. His hands rest on the bedside, fidgeting, plucking. Four days and ten minutes and he can't shut up or he'll be sick. Hey, Sheppard, you want the cooks to make that weird tuber-soup you liked? I mean, your throat's gotta be hamburger, I'm just thinking it'll go down easier...

oOo

Re: "Four Days" 2/2

[kriadydragon.livejournal.com]

That was awesome! I loved its fast pace, its intensity, how it managed to pack in so much emotion in so few words. Wonderfully done :D

[kayeff.livejournal.com]

Sweet. Glad you liked! :)