C. Pegasi (by orphan_account) (Teen)
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stargateficrecShows: SGA
Rec Category: threesomes+
Characters: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay/Ronon Dex
Categories: M/M/M
Words: 1600
Warnings: no AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: n/a (orphan_account)
Link: C. Pegasi on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is a glimpse into an AU where (I think) the expedition have been cut off from Earth, and have also suffered the city being invaded. They've survived it all, but they have scars, both physical and psychological, and this is very much hurt/comfort as John, Ronon, and Rodney take comfort in each other. As the title suggests, they've also developed a secret crop that helps them survive by trading it in the Pegasus markets. Interesting and evocative.
"Good haul," Ronon said.
Rodney nodded, rolling his shoulders to loosen the tension that had settled there. He glanced over at John, who was leaning his head against a locker, practically asleep on his feet. Rodney tapped John's shoulder and waited until he had eased around enough so that Rodney could perform the same service for him. Rodney smiled tightly at John's groan of relief.
Despite three broken ribs that were a long way from being healed, Ronon had insisted on coming with them for the last harvest of the season. It was his turn in the rotation, and there had been no talking him out of it. Rodney and John had split the weight of Ronon's share of the harvest between them, and each had suffered silently for it. Well. One of them had suffered more silently than the other, and Rodney's lips curled at the irony. He resisted the urge to raise his fingers to his throat, yet again. It would heal or it wouldn't, and touching the still-tender scar wasn't going to help. His voice would return. Carson said so. For once, Rodney was going to take him at his word.
It had been a really good harvest. That was what mattered.
Rec Category: threesomes+
Characters: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay/Ronon Dex
Categories: M/M/M
Words: 1600
Warnings: no AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: n/a (orphan_account)
Link: C. Pegasi on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is a glimpse into an AU where (I think) the expedition have been cut off from Earth, and have also suffered the city being invaded. They've survived it all, but they have scars, both physical and psychological, and this is very much hurt/comfort as John, Ronon, and Rodney take comfort in each other. As the title suggests, they've also developed a secret crop that helps them survive by trading it in the Pegasus markets. Interesting and evocative.
"Good haul," Ronon said.
Rodney nodded, rolling his shoulders to loosen the tension that had settled there. He glanced over at John, who was leaning his head against a locker, practically asleep on his feet. Rodney tapped John's shoulder and waited until he had eased around enough so that Rodney could perform the same service for him. Rodney smiled tightly at John's groan of relief.
Despite three broken ribs that were a long way from being healed, Ronon had insisted on coming with them for the last harvest of the season. It was his turn in the rotation, and there had been no talking him out of it. Rodney and John had split the weight of Ronon's share of the harvest between them, and each had suffered silently for it. Well. One of them had suffered more silently than the other, and Rodney's lips curled at the irony. He resisted the urge to raise his fingers to his throat, yet again. It would heal or it wouldn't, and touching the still-tender scar wasn't going to help. His voice would return. Carson said so. For once, Rodney was going to take him at his word.
It had been a really good harvest. That was what mattered.
