Fall Seven Times (by busaikko) (E)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: John/Ronon
Characters: John Sheppard/Ronon Dex, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Elizabeth Weir, Kell, Tyre
Categories: M/M
Words: 17085
Warnings: Creator chose not to warn - but there's just canon-typical violence as far as I can tell.
Author on DW:busaikko
Author's Website: busaikko on AO3
Link: Fall Seven Times on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is an interesting AU in which both Ronon and John are refugees so they both have scars and backstories but they're on a more equal footing than in canon. The expedition from Earth wasn't able to raise the city and had to abandon it underwater and flee to the Athosians, where Teyla gave them an encampment. The same happened with the Satedans who'd evacuated Sateda earlier, under Kell, and are now living in the Old City on Athos. Ronon was still made a runner but he didn't run quite as long and was found by Tyre and taken back to the Satedan camp. There are interesting power dynamics between the Athosians, Satedans and Earthlings, with Teyla very much in control. Sumner isn't dead and John has lower status than in canon but is still valued as a pilot and ATA gene-holder. Into this interesting mix, busaikko adds a relationship blooming between Ronon and John and an adventure to try and locate a ZPM so they can finally explore Atlantis. Riveting stuff, very hot, and a great yarn. It's from Ronon's POV so his take on the cultural differences and Satedan culture are interesting, as are his unresolved, very mixed feelings about Kell.
It was an SGA-Reversebang story and here's a link to the art by hoktauri that inspired the story - the full size isn't available now but this is still really atmospheric.
They both stripped naked and washed each other after that, then pulled on their uniforms over wet skin. John's bruises looked like shadows in the lantern-light, and his pale eyes glowed, and he kept staring at Ronon's dick in mock surprise at the size.
"If I'd known before," he said ruefully, rubbing a hand down the side of his trousers as he cracked his back.
"You'd have wanted this a lot sooner," Ronon told him, grinning, though he suspected he was the one who was slow on the uptake. He'd only noticed the way John watched him recently, and had just started to look back and wonder if it would be good, what John would feel like under him. "Admit it."
John shrugged, admitting or denying nothing. "If Sumner finds out – he'll take my job away. No more jumpers. I'd be planting beans the rest of my life."
Ronon had heard that the people from Earth had stupid sex taboos. "Kell wouldn't let him."
John sighed, balancing carefully to tug on socks and then boots. "Someday Kell and Sumner are going to have a disastrous break in their balance of power. But not over this, okay?"
"Whatever." Ronon figured there was nothing more to talk about. John knew as well as he did that Elizabeth had more power over the Earthlings than Sumner did, just as Kell was tolerated at the discretion of the Athosian leader, Teyla Emmagan. Still, John's primary vows were to his Task Master, it seemed: Earthlings were complicated. "I'll take you across the lake."
John nodded. "Walk slow. I feel like I was run over by a tank."
Ronon clapped his hand to the back of John's wet shirt, shaking him a little before letting him go.
John's payment for the day was eight sacks, both whole grains and flour, but Rodney'd already taken half, probably for the day's evening meal. The Earthlings had four jumpers, and Ronon thought sending out four trading teams a day was going to bring the Wraith down on them sooner rather than later, but until the crops were in the alternative was starvation. Kell'd been furious with Teyla for allowing the refugees to stay, adding another two hundred mouths to feed. Not that Kell was stupid enough to complain to her directly, seeing as the reason stores were scant was that seven years before she'd taken in the surviving Satedans. Like the Earthlings, they'd also arrived with nothing but what they carried in their hands, their home world gone forever. Teyla's people had shared their knowledge and seeds, fishing boats and nets, given shelter and kindness.
Ronon thought about the Athosians and their generosity as they loaded the boat and rowed over, sitting side by side in silence. On the pier Ronon helped John set the sacks on his shoulders to carry. John gave him a searching look, and then flashed a smile.
"See you tomorrow."
Ronon raised his eyebrows, wondering if John was talking about the mission or something else. "Don't be late again."
"Yeah, yeah." John nodded and then turned carefully, minding his step as he made his way up the log stairs to the trail that lead towards the settlement, the distant lights flickering through tree branches and ground mist.
Rec Category: John/Ronon
Characters: John Sheppard/Ronon Dex, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Elizabeth Weir, Kell, Tyre
Categories: M/M
Words: 17085
Warnings: Creator chose not to warn - but there's just canon-typical violence as far as I can tell.
Author on DW:
busaikko Author's Website: busaikko on AO3
Link: Fall Seven Times on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is an interesting AU in which both Ronon and John are refugees so they both have scars and backstories but they're on a more equal footing than in canon. The expedition from Earth wasn't able to raise the city and had to abandon it underwater and flee to the Athosians, where Teyla gave them an encampment. The same happened with the Satedans who'd evacuated Sateda earlier, under Kell, and are now living in the Old City on Athos. Ronon was still made a runner but he didn't run quite as long and was found by Tyre and taken back to the Satedan camp. There are interesting power dynamics between the Athosians, Satedans and Earthlings, with Teyla very much in control. Sumner isn't dead and John has lower status than in canon but is still valued as a pilot and ATA gene-holder. Into this interesting mix, busaikko adds a relationship blooming between Ronon and John and an adventure to try and locate a ZPM so they can finally explore Atlantis. Riveting stuff, very hot, and a great yarn. It's from Ronon's POV so his take on the cultural differences and Satedan culture are interesting, as are his unresolved, very mixed feelings about Kell.
It was an SGA-Reversebang story and here's a link to the art by hoktauri that inspired the story - the full size isn't available now but this is still really atmospheric.
They both stripped naked and washed each other after that, then pulled on their uniforms over wet skin. John's bruises looked like shadows in the lantern-light, and his pale eyes glowed, and he kept staring at Ronon's dick in mock surprise at the size.
"If I'd known before," he said ruefully, rubbing a hand down the side of his trousers as he cracked his back.
"You'd have wanted this a lot sooner," Ronon told him, grinning, though he suspected he was the one who was slow on the uptake. He'd only noticed the way John watched him recently, and had just started to look back and wonder if it would be good, what John would feel like under him. "Admit it."
John shrugged, admitting or denying nothing. "If Sumner finds out – he'll take my job away. No more jumpers. I'd be planting beans the rest of my life."
Ronon had heard that the people from Earth had stupid sex taboos. "Kell wouldn't let him."
John sighed, balancing carefully to tug on socks and then boots. "Someday Kell and Sumner are going to have a disastrous break in their balance of power. But not over this, okay?"
"Whatever." Ronon figured there was nothing more to talk about. John knew as well as he did that Elizabeth had more power over the Earthlings than Sumner did, just as Kell was tolerated at the discretion of the Athosian leader, Teyla Emmagan. Still, John's primary vows were to his Task Master, it seemed: Earthlings were complicated. "I'll take you across the lake."
John nodded. "Walk slow. I feel like I was run over by a tank."
Ronon clapped his hand to the back of John's wet shirt, shaking him a little before letting him go.
John's payment for the day was eight sacks, both whole grains and flour, but Rodney'd already taken half, probably for the day's evening meal. The Earthlings had four jumpers, and Ronon thought sending out four trading teams a day was going to bring the Wraith down on them sooner rather than later, but until the crops were in the alternative was starvation. Kell'd been furious with Teyla for allowing the refugees to stay, adding another two hundred mouths to feed. Not that Kell was stupid enough to complain to her directly, seeing as the reason stores were scant was that seven years before she'd taken in the surviving Satedans. Like the Earthlings, they'd also arrived with nothing but what they carried in their hands, their home world gone forever. Teyla's people had shared their knowledge and seeds, fishing boats and nets, given shelter and kindness.
Ronon thought about the Athosians and their generosity as they loaded the boat and rowed over, sitting side by side in silence. On the pier Ronon helped John set the sacks on his shoulders to carry. John gave him a searching look, and then flashed a smile.
"See you tomorrow."
Ronon raised his eyebrows, wondering if John was talking about the mission or something else. "Don't be late again."
"Yeah, yeah." John nodded and then turned carefully, minding his step as he made his way up the log stairs to the trail that lead towards the settlement, the distant lights flickering through tree branches and ground mist.
