The Gamers of Ardann by Lenore (E)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: Slash
Warnings: Slavery, dubious consent (due to amnesia), implied non-con by an OC
Author’s Website:![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
Lenore
Link: The Gamers of Ardann
Why This Must Be Read: This has a fascinating kind of ‘what’s going on?’ fade in, followed shortly by the appearance of a confident, competent Rodney. I love a good rescue story and this fic absolutely delivers!
An evening breeze lifted the curtains, sending them billowing into the Consort's room. The sun was low and orange-heavy on the darkening horizon. The Game had already begun, but Havvia, the Holder he served, would not appear in the Great Hall until late in the evening, the serious hours when the master gamers made their moves. Still, the Consort had no time to waste. It was the opening of that month's Game, the first of three days, an important occasion. The Holder would expect him to make his best impression. Clothes lay strewn across the bed, tried and rejected. Havvia demanded perfection in all things, and her Consort was the most personal reflection of her.
Rec Category: John/Rodney
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: John/Rodney
Categories: Slash
Warnings: Slavery, dubious consent (due to amnesia), implied non-con by an OC
Author’s Website:
Link: The Gamers of Ardann
Why This Must Be Read: This has a fascinating kind of ‘what’s going on?’ fade in, followed shortly by the appearance of a confident, competent Rodney. I love a good rescue story and this fic absolutely delivers!
An evening breeze lifted the curtains, sending them billowing into the Consort's room. The sun was low and orange-heavy on the darkening horizon. The Game had already begun, but Havvia, the Holder he served, would not appear in the Great Hall until late in the evening, the serious hours when the master gamers made their moves. Still, the Consort had no time to waste. It was the opening of that month's Game, the first of three days, an important occasion. The Holder would expect him to make his best impression. Clothes lay strewn across the bed, tried and rejected. Havvia demanded perfection in all things, and her Consort was the most personal reflection of her.
