In Bane or Bliss, by nagi_schwarz [NC-17]
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stargateficrecShow: Stargate Atlantis
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Dave Sheppard, Evan Lorne
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Categories: Slash, Alternate Universe (Western), First Time,
Warnings: Period-typical homophobia
Author's Journal: nagi-schwarz
Author's Website: AO3
Link: In Bane or Bliss
Why This Must Be Read: Rodney works as a tutor for Dave Sheppard's children on his estate in the wild frontier. Rodney runs into an incredibly hot "outlaw" in the stables, then out at the lake, and the tension between the two of them is electric. Trying to keep his relationship with John hidden is made all the more difficult by patrols against the repeated attacks by the dangerous outlaws Wraith. Rodney has no idea who John is, and the potential revelation instills in the reader a tension. The plot moves along briskly and the characters are recognizably themselves despite the historical setting. This fic is just so fun and well done - you'll be rooting for John and Rodney's happy ending.
A nearly-naked man was standing in the middle of Molly’s stall. He had a shock of dark hair, miles of golden skin wrapped around lean muscles, a dusting of dark hair down his chest and belly to where his denim trousers were open.'
“I do apologize,” Rodney stammered. He should turn away, give the man some privacy. He knew Aiden and the rest were barbarians of the lowest order, thugs uncaring of things like decency and manners, and the rest of the groundsmen and horse wranglers were the same, but just because they were uncivilized didn’t mean Rodney had to stoop to their level. But Rodney couldn’t tear his gaze away from the tantalizing dark curls -
The man arched an eyebrow at Rodney, unmoving. Then he smirked and fastened up his trousers, reached back and scooped up a flannel shirt, tugged it on and began buttoning it. He tucked it into his trousers and fastened on a belt. The scrap of red cloth over his shoulder he fastened about his neck, a bandanna, a mask.
He was some kind of outlaw.
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Dave Sheppard, Evan Lorne
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Categories: Slash, Alternate Universe (Western), First Time,
Warnings: Period-typical homophobia
Author's Journal: nagi-schwarz
Author's Website: AO3
Link: In Bane or Bliss
Why This Must Be Read: Rodney works as a tutor for Dave Sheppard's children on his estate in the wild frontier. Rodney runs into an incredibly hot "outlaw" in the stables, then out at the lake, and the tension between the two of them is electric. Trying to keep his relationship with John hidden is made all the more difficult by patrols against the repeated attacks by the dangerous outlaws Wraith. Rodney has no idea who John is, and the potential revelation instills in the reader a tension. The plot moves along briskly and the characters are recognizably themselves despite the historical setting. This fic is just so fun and well done - you'll be rooting for John and Rodney's happy ending.
A nearly-naked man was standing in the middle of Molly’s stall. He had a shock of dark hair, miles of golden skin wrapped around lean muscles, a dusting of dark hair down his chest and belly to where his denim trousers were open.'
“I do apologize,” Rodney stammered. He should turn away, give the man some privacy. He knew Aiden and the rest were barbarians of the lowest order, thugs uncaring of things like decency and manners, and the rest of the groundsmen and horse wranglers were the same, but just because they were uncivilized didn’t mean Rodney had to stoop to their level. But Rodney couldn’t tear his gaze away from the tantalizing dark curls -
The man arched an eyebrow at Rodney, unmoving. Then he smirked and fastened up his trousers, reached back and scooped up a flannel shirt, tugged it on and began buttoning it. He tucked it into his trousers and fastened on a belt. The scrap of red cloth over his shoulder he fastened about his neck, a bandanna, a mask.
He was some kind of outlaw.
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