Release Mechanism (by hth) (E)
Show: SGA
Rec Category: Slave-fic
Characters: Ronon Dex/John Sheppard
Categories: slash
Warnings: Author chose not to warn. Tagged as dubious consent, because slave-fic and AMTDI.
Author on LJ: hth
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Release Mechanism on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: An excellent read, starting with yet another mission to an alien world where the team have to conform to local custom, which means John pretending to be Ronon's slave, and Rodney pretending to be Teyla's. With slave-collars, and a small problem with John's...release mechanism. It's Ronon's POV, which I really like, and Hth's writing is, as ever, brilliant. What I love most about this fic is that Sheppard doesn't stop being snarky, he's just also enslaved, like in Advantage, but with a different pairing and different dynamics. Along the way there's angst, extreme hotness, humor and great dialogue. Highly recommended.
“Okay, obviously McKay should be one of the slaves,” Sheppard said when all four of them were gathered in the far corner, their heads bent as close to each other’s level as they could manage.
“Hey!” McKay said.
“Come on, Rodney, focus. What are you going to do if somebody challenges you to single combat for your slave? Bore them to death?”
McKay folded his arms across his chest and said, “I could be your owner; nobody in their right mind would challenge me for you.”
“We don’t really have time for this, Rodney. You can be my slave, and Teyla can be Ronon’s.”
Teyla cleared her throat delicately. “The terms of the ritual combat are hand-to-hand, Colonel.”
“Yeah? And?” She continued to look at him. “Hey, I’m in charge of this expedition, I can’t be a slave! I have to - negotiate, and - make command decisions.”
“You don’t think it might weaken our bargaining position if they notice that one of our slaves can kick her noble warlord’s ass from here to Mars?” Rodney said.
Ronon was pretty sure it was weakening their bargaining position to stand here yammering all night. Anyone who called himself a warlord was going to notice that they had a slight issue with chain of command in this outfit, and for a people who demonstrated their prowess through the quality and quantity of the slaves they controlled.... Ronon was no diplomat, but it seemed to him that they should be taking steps to disguise the fact that there wasn’t anyone on this mission who could compel the KP sergeants to give them extra whipped cream on their sweet potato pie, let alone keep a slave in line.
“Fine!” Sheppard said, flinging up his hands. “Fine. Teyla, you’re on point, and you’ve got McKay. Ronon, you just...try to keep a low profile and, you know, savagely beat anyone who tries to run away with me or whatever.”
“Okay,” Ronon said, even though this was rapidly turning into one of those missions where he would happily sell Sheppard for an extension cord and a rack of lamb.
Rec Category: Slave-fic
Characters: Ronon Dex/John Sheppard
Categories: slash
Warnings: Author chose not to warn. Tagged as dubious consent, because slave-fic and AMTDI.
Author on LJ: hth
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Release Mechanism on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: An excellent read, starting with yet another mission to an alien world where the team have to conform to local custom, which means John pretending to be Ronon's slave, and Rodney pretending to be Teyla's. With slave-collars, and a small problem with John's...release mechanism. It's Ronon's POV, which I really like, and Hth's writing is, as ever, brilliant. What I love most about this fic is that Sheppard doesn't stop being snarky, he's just also enslaved, like in Advantage, but with a different pairing and different dynamics. Along the way there's angst, extreme hotness, humor and great dialogue. Highly recommended.
“Okay, obviously McKay should be one of the slaves,” Sheppard said when all four of them were gathered in the far corner, their heads bent as close to each other’s level as they could manage.
“Hey!” McKay said.
“Come on, Rodney, focus. What are you going to do if somebody challenges you to single combat for your slave? Bore them to death?”
McKay folded his arms across his chest and said, “I could be your owner; nobody in their right mind would challenge me for you.”
“We don’t really have time for this, Rodney. You can be my slave, and Teyla can be Ronon’s.”
Teyla cleared her throat delicately. “The terms of the ritual combat are hand-to-hand, Colonel.”
“Yeah? And?” She continued to look at him. “Hey, I’m in charge of this expedition, I can’t be a slave! I have to - negotiate, and - make command decisions.”
“You don’t think it might weaken our bargaining position if they notice that one of our slaves can kick her noble warlord’s ass from here to Mars?” Rodney said.
Ronon was pretty sure it was weakening their bargaining position to stand here yammering all night. Anyone who called himself a warlord was going to notice that they had a slight issue with chain of command in this outfit, and for a people who demonstrated their prowess through the quality and quantity of the slaves they controlled.... Ronon was no diplomat, but it seemed to him that they should be taking steps to disguise the fact that there wasn’t anyone on this mission who could compel the KP sergeants to give them extra whipped cream on their sweet potato pie, let alone keep a slave in line.
“Fine!” Sheppard said, flinging up his hands. “Fine. Teyla, you’re on point, and you’ve got McKay. Ronon, you just...try to keep a low profile and, you know, savagely beat anyone who tries to run away with me or whatever.”
“Okay,” Ronon said, even though this was rapidly turning into one of those missions where he would happily sell Sheppard for an extension cord and a rack of lamb.