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Stargate graduation party - anything-goes version! \o/
I took my last final today - only fifteen years after I started, I have a bachelor's degree! \o/
So I'm celebrating with an SGA/Stargateverse commentfic party!
This is the DW "anything goes" party (any pairing - including gen, any rating, kinks are fine, etc). Over on LJ there's the gen party. You are perfectly welcome to participate in both places!
How to play: Post prompts! Answer other prompts!
Your prompt should be a character(s) (including "any") or pairing, and any kind of prompt: a situation, song lyric, word, picture, sketch, etc. You don't have to answer prompts to leave them, but please leave one prompt per comment; responses to a prompt should be done by replying to the comment.
I want non-writers to be able to play too, so it's fine to answer a prompt with fanart (or a vid, cross-stitch, whatever) rather than a commentfic. You can also post a conversation starter instead (Top five favorite episodes? What does John's black wristband mean?), a character/ship manifesto, or a picspam, although to keep the comments from getting bogged down, if you're going to post more than one picture per comment, please post it at your journal and link to it! Also, if your fic gets long, it's fine to post it at your journal and link (though you don't have to).
Any Gateverse prompt is welcome, though my circle leans SGA-heavy, so those are probably the ones with the greatest chance of being answered! Please don't attack characters or ships in discussions - tell us how much you love X, not why Y is teh suck. Questions are also welcome if you're totally confused, which is a definite possibility.
Commentfic! Art! Discussion! PARTY!
... aaaand GO!
So I'm celebrating with an SGA/Stargateverse commentfic party!
This is the DW "anything goes" party (any pairing - including gen, any rating, kinks are fine, etc). Over on LJ there's the gen party. You are perfectly welcome to participate in both places!
How to play: Post prompts! Answer other prompts!
Your prompt should be a character(s) (including "any") or pairing, and any kind of prompt: a situation, song lyric, word, picture, sketch, etc. You don't have to answer prompts to leave them, but please leave one prompt per comment; responses to a prompt should be done by replying to the comment.
I want non-writers to be able to play too, so it's fine to answer a prompt with fanart (or a vid, cross-stitch, whatever) rather than a commentfic. You can also post a conversation starter instead (Top five favorite episodes? What does John's black wristband mean?), a character/ship manifesto, or a picspam, although to keep the comments from getting bogged down, if you're going to post more than one picture per comment, please post it at your journal and link to it! Also, if your fic gets long, it's fine to post it at your journal and link (though you don't have to).
Any Gateverse prompt is welcome, though my circle leans SGA-heavy, so those are probably the ones with the greatest chance of being answered! Please don't attack characters or ships in discussions - tell us how much you love X, not why Y is teh suck. Questions are also welcome if you're totally confused, which is a definite possibility.
Commentfic! Art! Discussion! PARTY!
... aaaand GO!
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He’d looked at her with open admiration, even though it’d taken the stunner in his hands to finally bring down Michael’s hybrid.
“You can fight?”
He’d sounded almost disbelieving, but she couldn’t blame him. How would he know? On duty she was one egghead amongst many, quietly doing her job. Off duty, they apparently had different interests, she never saw him. But, she never really saw him on duty either, just the occasional passes through Ops, usually with his team.
So her surprise was, to her, justified when he ambled up to her table in the mess hall one day and nodded at the empty chair across from her. “Taken?”
She blinked twice, doing her best impression of a deer in headlights before shaking her head. “No,” she gestured at the chair. “Please.”
He smiled. Not the feral grin she’d seen when he fought, but something resembling affectionate. Warm and quiet.
He turned his attention to eating, and she did the same, but their eyes would occasionally meet. She wasn’t sure what hers said, surprise probably, but in his, the soft warmth remained.
“How’s your head?” She finally asked, the silence pushing her to speak.
He shrugged. “Doc says fine. Back on duty in a few days.”
“I’m glad,” she said, picking at her salad. “You scared me.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she could take them back and she felt a flush race along her cheekbones.
He set his fork down. “Scared you?”
She shrugged. “Well, I mean all of us. You could’ve been killed you know…” her voice trailed off as her flushed cheeks turned hot. He was still, not saying a world as she took a few, hopefully discreet, breaths. Smooth, Amelia, really smooth! She looked up and straight into his gaze.
He smiled slightly, in almost a knowing way, before pushing back from the table. He stood and looked down at her one more time. “Thanks for the company.” He grabbed his tray and paused. “Show me those kickboxing moves sometime?”
She drew in a deep breath. Embarrassed or not, she was never one to let opportunity pass. That’s how she got to Atlantis in the first place. She looked up, directly into his gaze. “Practice tonight. Come by my quarters around seven. You can walk to the gym with me.”
His brows rose and his smile deepened, if slightly. He nodded once, took his tray and walked away.
She watched him go, wondering where her bout of courage came from, but she’d wondered that when she’d taken on the hybrid. A slight smile turned up a corner of her mouth as she watched Ronon exit the mess. Maybe he had something to do with it.
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She was almost mad at herself… almost. He was only walking with her to the gym, so why was she so nervous? She shifted the contents of her duffle bag again, and checked, only for the third time, that she had a full water bottle before rubbing her hands on the smooth material of her running pants.
The door chime made her jump. “Get a grip,” she muttered to herself as she walked to the door. But when it opened, all the grip in the world didn’t help. For the second time in the same day, the deer in headlights look took control.
He looked a little tense, but stood quietly, a single purple blossomed flower in his hand. She recognized it instantly as a Maana, the Pegasus version of a rose. Teyla had shown her, when they’d run into each other in the botany lab one day.
He shifted his weight slightly, and waved the flower just a little. “Teyla thought I should give you this. Said it was a good idea.”
She took the flower, all nervousness disappearing. “She was right.”
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(Anonymous) 2010-05-19 04:02 am (UTC)(link)I figured with Ronon it'd be low key, especially at the start. Seven years as a runner, he keeps things close to the vest. ;)
Thanks so much! Love these one off challenges, they're great fun to write if the muse strikes. :D
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Aw, Ronon with a flower, Teyla giving him dating advice...
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I can also see him going to Teyla for advice if he decided he really liked Amelia and wanted to do things "right."
Hmm... that'd be a cute tag story to write, wouldn't it? *ponders*
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I can see him casually mentioning his date to Teyla and then Teyla telling him to bring a flower, rather than him actively asking her. And then Ronon goes down to botany and looks for flowers. That´d be cute :D
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Teyla, having been around the Earth humans longer might have a better idea, and I can just see him asking her about something like this. Not the easiest thing for him to do I think, he's kind of closed up about stuff like this, but I think he would talk to her if he thought it was important enough and didn't want to mess up. ;)
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