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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson
Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Categories: slash, off world, AMTDI,
Warnings: explicit sex, could be considered dubious consent (see below)
Word Count: 2741
Author on DW:lovelokest
Author's Website: AO3 profile
Link to Fic: Just an Old Fashioned Love Song
Author's Summary:
Aliens made them get married. The rest they did on their own.
Why This Must Be Read:
Yet another variation on "aliens made them do it" but Jack and Daniel aren't protesting too much about the entire thing.
There is a small element of being pushed into marriage ("But... a library, Jack!") and then sex that could be considered semi-dubious consent (which is why I tagged for it). But the actual sex is overtly consentual.
A sweet story, originally written for Jack/Daniel Ficathon IV.
"Daniel." Jack asked meaningfully.
Daniel winced, bit his lip and looked Jack in the face squarely. "It, uh, appears that they," Daniel pointed to the pretty priestess and the small crowd gathered around SG1, "have been told by their high priestess that we…" he trailed off pointing between himself and Jack.
"We, what?" Jack asked, mirroring Daniel's motions impatiently.
"Are going to be married at sunset." A man hurried over from the priestess to Daniel and whispered into his ear. Daniel sighed and answered rapid-fire back. The man shook his head violently and grabbed Daniel's hand, pulling it towards his own heart as he responded. Daniel choked and stammered back.
There were times that Jack wished he had Daniel's facility for language. If he had to get married, he would rather like to know why. While he was at it, he would also really like to know why the 'gate had failed to translate like it usually did. "Daniel? Would you like to share?"
Daniel scratched the back of his head and looked at the ground, "Their high priestess had a vision last night telling her that four strangers who spoke in a strange tongue would be visiting and two of the four were to be married. She said that she would know who they were when she saw them and that we were going to bring blessings and prosperity upon their tribe with our visit. They don't have any naquadah, but..."
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson
Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Categories: slash, off world, AMTDI,
Warnings: explicit sex, could be considered dubious consent (see below)
Word Count: 2741
Author on DW:
lovelokestAuthor's Website: AO3 profile
Link to Fic: Just an Old Fashioned Love Song
Author's Summary:
Aliens made them get married. The rest they did on their own.
Why This Must Be Read:
Yet another variation on "aliens made them do it" but Jack and Daniel aren't protesting too much about the entire thing.
There is a small element of being pushed into marriage ("But... a library, Jack!") and then sex that could be considered semi-dubious consent (which is why I tagged for it). But the actual sex is overtly consentual.
A sweet story, originally written for Jack/Daniel Ficathon IV.
"Daniel." Jack asked meaningfully.
Daniel winced, bit his lip and looked Jack in the face squarely. "It, uh, appears that they," Daniel pointed to the pretty priestess and the small crowd gathered around SG1, "have been told by their high priestess that we…" he trailed off pointing between himself and Jack.
"We, what?" Jack asked, mirroring Daniel's motions impatiently.
"Are going to be married at sunset." A man hurried over from the priestess to Daniel and whispered into his ear. Daniel sighed and answered rapid-fire back. The man shook his head violently and grabbed Daniel's hand, pulling it towards his own heart as he responded. Daniel choked and stammered back.
There were times that Jack wished he had Daniel's facility for language. If he had to get married, he would rather like to know why. While he was at it, he would also really like to know why the 'gate had failed to translate like it usually did. "Daniel? Would you like to share?"
Daniel scratched the back of his head and looked at the ground, "Their high priestess had a vision last night telling her that four strangers who spoke in a strange tongue would be visiting and two of the four were to be married. She said that she would know who they were when she saw them and that we were going to bring blessings and prosperity upon their tribe with our visit. They don't have any naquadah, but..."
