Sid's Closet

A quick backup letter for the soup pot. ETA: a link to all the fic: http://fignewton.dreamwidth.org/214798.html

F is for Favorite

Lya doesn't play favorites. Her impartiality is a watchword among even the Nox themselves.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't have favorites. She sees the hope and goodness in young Daniel Jackson, the intellect and the compassion of brave Samantha Carter, the determination to save his people and the desperate need for redemption of the mighty Teal'c. She sees the cynicism, the scars, and the deep-buried faith of loyal Jack O'Neill.

She will always do the right and the fair thing, which always, so far, has turned out to be the thing that helps those she cares about most. One day she knows that might change.

On that day, faces will no longer light up when they see her. Smiles will not spring to lips, eyes will cease to shine with delight.

Lya will lose her position as everyone's favorite ally.

So be it.

620 words. Prompts used: night, music, plans, beer, revelation, happy, opera

A Night at the Opera

763 words. Prompts used: warrior, trust, command, masturbation, hands, touch

Jaffa By Moonlight

Three and a half years in the making (and eleven days overdue), I present to you my journeystory big bang submission. So much love to my enthusiastic and supportive betas, ivorygates and princessofgeeks. This is such a better story because of their knowledge and hard work. All mistakes are entirely my own. (PM me if you spot one!)

ARTWORK: Please let danceswithgary know how much you enjoy her fabulous artwork!!!

Summary: Grad student Daniel Jackson sticks out his thumb and gets picked up by WWI veteran Jack O'Neill in his 1915 Model T. Between Chicago and Denver, their lives change forever.

~32k words, rated R. ETA: AO3 story link

( The year is 1922... )

Captain Jack Aubrey's wife, Sophie, has been slashing her husband and his particular friend, Stephen Maturin, again! The links below contain links to the previous three stories in the series.

Read Sophie Aubrey, Sex Therapist on LJ or on DW. I'll update with an AO3 link when it's available. And here's the entire series on AO3.

This is a future!fic. PG, word count 1571. The title comes from the lyrics to Life is a Highway by Tom Cochrane.
( read the story )

It's SG-1 Gen Fic Day at fignewton's journal, which means it's time for a hearty helping of Alphabet Soup. Here's my contribution to the pot:

( Gen, 335 words, featuring honorary SGC member Major Paul Davis )

A double drabble set early in Season One. The first half came to me while I was reading a fanfic that mentioned Sha're, and the second half came to me after I wrote the first half, because there had to be more. Point and counterpoint...

Of Human Bondage

She couldn't push him away; she couldn't close her eyes and not see. She couldn't deny his mastery of her body; couldn't ignore his exquisitely careful touch, or the passion of the kisses seared upon her lips. His skin was warm and sleek; the play of his muscles beneath her hands spoke to her womanhood. He whispered words of love and adoration, and her head twisted this way and that, not to escape them, but in obscene response to them.

She couldn't escape her prison or her torment. All she could do was repeat, over and over, "Danyel, save me."

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I pull my Lord close to me and drink in his beloved face, drown in his eyes. His hands pluck and strum me like an instrument; I sing to his command. I open to his kisses and return them with redoubled heat. Joy springs within me as his body covers mine, all power, all virility, harnessed then majestically unleashed. Eyes, mouth, hands, and manhood worship and praise me. I am not worthy, yet I am beloved. My Lord, my God, moves within me, and all that I am, all that I have, reaches out, yearns, strives…

Behold, I am delivered.

This is for the washing/cleaning square on my kink_bingo card. Oh, Cam. You are a dirty, dirty boy. *eg*

( All Washed Up, 600 NC-17 words )

This idea came to me one night, and I began writing it the next day but didn't get very far. By the time I came back to it, I'd forgotten where it was going. Note to self: briefly outline from now on.

Anyway, I found a place to take it, and a title that has so many delightful applications (which a little googling for definitions will find for you.) For me, the dynamic between the boys here puts this in Season One, but other interpretations are possible, and I'd be interested in hearing what you think.

( 750 words under the cut )