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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Aiden Ford, Elizabeth Weir, Radek Zelenka, Sumner, Kavanagh
Categories: M/M
Warnings: no AO3 warnings apply
Author on LJ: Trinityofone
Author's Website: on AO3 (Only a few of the SGA fics are on AO3). On Wayback.
Links:
Four Quarters R | Teyla is the beautiful one, Ronon is the enigmatic one, and Rodney, of course, is the genius one. But John, John is the star.
The Sea It Swells NC-17 | "What can I do," John says, standing barefoot in the surf, the ocean crusting salty over the cuffs of his ratty jeans, "what can I do to make you trust me in this?"
Bootleg: The Best of the Puddlejumpers NC-17 (lyrics and snippets for added worldbuilding - the MP3 links don't work)
The Bellerophon Brothers | NC-17 | Yeah, the joke's on somebody, all right.
Tokyo Drift R | There was a reporter in the limo with them.
Five magazine covers the band was featured on (and why Rodney hates them) G
La Familia PG | They're done with scandal; then Teyla gets pregnant and won't tell anyone who the father is.
Why This Must Be Read: Well, for a start it's a rockband AU! In this 'verse they're a U2-level band, and it's about the complexities for Rodney in loving John when the whole world loves John, and about John's issues in knowing who he is, and being trusted by Rodney when he's an iconic rockstar who hardly ever shows his true face. There's lots of angst and pining, but in the end, they work it out. Plus there's some very nice team (band) as family, found family, and other good stuff. It's poignant and complex, and I love this 'verse so much.
None of it would have happened if he'd just owned a decent pair of headphones. But his last good pair had been sacrificed to his younger sister's Princess Leia costume, and the ones he had left—the pathetically crap pair he'd gotten for free on an airplane—not only brought Chopin's Nocturnes to his ears with sub-quality sound, they also failed to block out the ruckus coming from next door.
It had started with echoing guitar chords and mangled synth riffs. It had since progressed to echoing guitar chords, mangled synth riffs, and angry shouting. The shouting was really the proverbial straw.
Rodney flung his shoddily-engineered headphones aside and stomped down the stairs, out the front door, across the lawn, and into the neighbors' garage. The garage's quartet of inhabitants looked up stupidly: clearly, they had not expected to be interrupted by an angry fourteen-year-old wielding a physics textbook and a glare heady enough to melt steel. For his part, Rodney barely saw them. “For God's sake,” he said, addressing the room in general, “if you have to disrupt my studies with this cacophonous attempt at music, could you at least do so without the petty—and did I mention? Loud—infighting? Or is VH1 filming a Behind the Music special and the camera crew just stepped out for doughnuts?”
He paused for breath. Two of the four “musicians”—and even with mental air quotes, he was being generous—blinked at him; one glared; the last had lips that spread into a slow, sly smile. Rodney hastily looked away. “And maybe while you're at it,” he added, “you could try coming somewhere within a hundred meter radius of being on key!”
The sour-looking one—the twit with the ponytail who, judging by his proximity to the keyboard, was responsible for the most dire offences against Rodney's eardrums—smirked. “What, and you think you can do better?”
Rodney looked him over: greasy hair, bad glasses, maybe a year or two older than him at most. Smug, smug little expression. Well, Rodney would show him smug.
He tilted his chin. “Of course I can do better,” he said.
“Prove it,” the idiot said, and stepped away from the keyboard.
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Aiden Ford, Elizabeth Weir, Radek Zelenka, Sumner, Kavanagh
Categories: M/M
Warnings: no AO3 warnings apply
Author on LJ: Trinityofone
Author's Website: on AO3 (Only a few of the SGA fics are on AO3). On Wayback.
Links:
Four Quarters R | Teyla is the beautiful one, Ronon is the enigmatic one, and Rodney, of course, is the genius one. But John, John is the star.
The Sea It Swells NC-17 | "What can I do," John says, standing barefoot in the surf, the ocean crusting salty over the cuffs of his ratty jeans, "what can I do to make you trust me in this?"
Bootleg: The Best of the Puddlejumpers NC-17 (lyrics and snippets for added worldbuilding - the MP3 links don't work)
The Bellerophon Brothers | NC-17 | Yeah, the joke's on somebody, all right.
Tokyo Drift R | There was a reporter in the limo with them.
Five magazine covers the band was featured on (and why Rodney hates them) G
La Familia PG | They're done with scandal; then Teyla gets pregnant and won't tell anyone who the father is.
Why This Must Be Read: Well, for a start it's a rockband AU! In this 'verse they're a U2-level band, and it's about the complexities for Rodney in loving John when the whole world loves John, and about John's issues in knowing who he is, and being trusted by Rodney when he's an iconic rockstar who hardly ever shows his true face. There's lots of angst and pining, but in the end, they work it out. Plus there's some very nice team (band) as family, found family, and other good stuff. It's poignant and complex, and I love this 'verse so much.
None of it would have happened if he'd just owned a decent pair of headphones. But his last good pair had been sacrificed to his younger sister's Princess Leia costume, and the ones he had left—the pathetically crap pair he'd gotten for free on an airplane—not only brought Chopin's Nocturnes to his ears with sub-quality sound, they also failed to block out the ruckus coming from next door.
It had started with echoing guitar chords and mangled synth riffs. It had since progressed to echoing guitar chords, mangled synth riffs, and angry shouting. The shouting was really the proverbial straw.
Rodney flung his shoddily-engineered headphones aside and stomped down the stairs, out the front door, across the lawn, and into the neighbors' garage. The garage's quartet of inhabitants looked up stupidly: clearly, they had not expected to be interrupted by an angry fourteen-year-old wielding a physics textbook and a glare heady enough to melt steel. For his part, Rodney barely saw them. “For God's sake,” he said, addressing the room in general, “if you have to disrupt my studies with this cacophonous attempt at music, could you at least do so without the petty—and did I mention? Loud—infighting? Or is VH1 filming a Behind the Music special and the camera crew just stepped out for doughnuts?”
He paused for breath. Two of the four “musicians”—and even with mental air quotes, he was being generous—blinked at him; one glared; the last had lips that spread into a slow, sly smile. Rodney hastily looked away. “And maybe while you're at it,” he added, “you could try coming somewhere within a hundred meter radius of being on key!”
The sour-looking one—the twit with the ponytail who, judging by his proximity to the keyboard, was responsible for the most dire offences against Rodney's eardrums—smirked. “What, and you think you can do better?”
Rodney looked him over: greasy hair, bad glasses, maybe a year or two older than him at most. Smug, smug little expression. Well, Rodney would show him smug.
He tilted his chin. “Of course I can do better,” he said.
“Prove it,” the idiot said, and stepped away from the keyboard.
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Date: 2021-03-02 04:58 pm (UTC)