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Rec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Jack/Daniel, Jack/Daniel/Hathor
Category: Slash, Episode related, Alternate universe
Warning: Slash, Het, Non-con
Author on LJ:
brighidestone
Author's Website: http://brighid.lyricalmagic.com/bmain.html
Link: http://brighid.lyricalmagic.com/sycamore.html
Why This Must Be Read: What if Hathor had succeeded in taking over Earth? In this story, even though she keeps her First Prime Jack controlled with nishta, even after she snakes her Beloved Daniel, some connections are too powerful to be severed. Wonderfully lyrically written.
Excerpt:
Hathor's First Prime watched, face impassive, as the first mature symbiote slid down the throat of the Beloved.
There would be no marks, no scars to mar pale flesh.
When the Beloved opened his eyes he said, "Our Mother, Our Queen!" and slid to the floor, naked, to kiss the curves of her thighs. When he rose and turned his white gaze flashed and flared as it came to rest on the First Prime, and his tongue touched his lips as though remembering a taste. He smiled, almost sweetly.
So, thought the First Prime. Something of the host does survive.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel, Jack/Daniel/Hathor
Category: Slash, Episode related, Alternate universe
Warning: Slash, Het, Non-con
Author on LJ:
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Author's Website: http://brighid.lyricalmagic.com/bmain.html
Link: http://brighid.lyricalmagic.com/sycamore.html
Why This Must Be Read: What if Hathor had succeeded in taking over Earth? In this story, even though she keeps her First Prime Jack controlled with nishta, even after she snakes her Beloved Daniel, some connections are too powerful to be severed. Wonderfully lyrically written.
Excerpt:
Hathor's First Prime watched, face impassive, as the first mature symbiote slid down the throat of the Beloved.
There would be no marks, no scars to mar pale flesh.
When the Beloved opened his eyes he said, "Our Mother, Our Queen!" and slid to the floor, naked, to kiss the curves of her thighs. When he rose and turned his white gaze flashed and flared as it came to rest on the First Prime, and his tongue touched his lips as though remembering a taste. He smiled, almost sweetly.
So, thought the First Prime. Something of the host does survive.