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Tuesday - Sex, Drugs & Rock-n-Roll

Greetings all! amara_m checking in. This week I set aside my Mod-cap and don a Host-cap instead. In the last year this comm has grown to amazing proportions and it amazes me...and every now and then I like a taste of the way it started...

So today's theme is good old, Sex, Drugs & Rock-n-Roll...Throw one, two or all three into a bag with your favorite characters and shake! Let's party like it's 1999!

Just please remember to follow the rules:

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:

White Collar, Neal/Peter, drunken fumbling
RPS, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Sam Ferris, behaving like teen agers


Supernatural/Leverage, Dean/Eliot/Sam, whiskey, tequila and beer

Go forth and prompt and fic and have fun!



Mar. 17th, 2010 10:11 am (UTC)
Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
"It's broken," Ronon leaned back in his chair to glare at the device on the table.

John scratched his head, put the cartridge he was holding back in the box. "Think it's McKay can fix it?" because Ronon had been excited over the find, ever since returning from Sateda, and John had to say something.

It wasn't like he could admit his disappointment, not in the face of Ronon's own. It just would have been interesting, hearing the music he'd grown up on. Like something people did, sometimes. Back home. Talking about records and concerts and songs on the radio.

"Doesn't matter," Ronon said. "Not important."

Up until a few hours ago, John hadn't even known there'd ever been music on Sateda. He'd never given it any thought.

He has a hard time thinking about anything else for the next few days.


It took one month, two smuggling operations, four bribes, three hundred dollars, and a drive out to Dr. Lee's house on a Saturday afternoon to retrieve the finished product, but like the TV ad would've said, "Giving your boyfriend the best mix tape ever? Priceless."

John's fingers itched to press play the entire flight home, but it seemed presumptuous to listen alone, so he got out his ipod, but wound up staring at it instead.

Seven years without music.

He had no idea what that lack would feel like, but he tried, for the rest of the trip. Three weeks wasn't seven years, but it was bad enough.

Ronon was disappointed to see the sad state of his things when they were returned, and suspicious of the mp3 player, but eventually, with the cord trailing down from under his hair, his thumb did what John's had wanted to do for weeks, and everything John thought he knew about Ronon's face changed.

Surprise, horror, elevation, misery, joy. Too much to watch and too much for Ronon to show, so John squeezed his shoulder, nodded towards the door, and let him be.


"You want to listen?" he finally asked, letting himself into John's room late that night, his face again settled and a little wry, but John didn't comment, just set his book down and made room on his bed, accepting the earbuds from Ronon's hand,

It was loud, he noticed first, dialing it down, but it wasn't just the volume. It roared, too many drums in a rhythm that caught but didn't roll over when he thought it would. Pipes screamed out over a low grinding drone, and the voices came in, a chorus of shrieking cries sorting themselves into a pounding chant.

He couldn't understand the words, not with everything else going on, but it was louder than war. Bigger. Made him want to fight and dance and scream. Move.

In short, it rocked, hard, and he couldn't believe that something so alive ever existed on a bombed-out husk like Sateda.

He got it, then. The exact scope of the destruction.

He almost admitted as much to Ronon, but found him watching him intently, with a slightly hopeful look in his eyes. Right then, Ronon wasn't thinking about the destruction, about what it all meant. John was pretty sure he was wondering if John liked it.

"This is really good," he tried, but if Ronon responds, there was no way to hear him over the wall of sound, and it was starting to feel a little strange, that invisible distance.

He removed one of the earbuds, handing it over, and Ronon settled a bit closer against his side, and suddenly, this was exactly what John had wanted all along.

"I went to see them perform, once," Ronon said, after a while, a smile hovering faintly at the edges of his mouth, and suddenly, he was talking about Sateda, only it wasn't about the end, it was about the life. It was entirely new.

"A bunch of us from the academy snuck out, climbed through the windows…"
Mar. 17th, 2010 10:34 am (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
Aww, that was lovely. John is such a great boyfriend. :)

It's a shame we never really got to hear any Satedan music on the show, but I have no problem imagining that it'd sound just like you described.
Mar. 17th, 2010 07:41 pm (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...

If you're interested, here's the band I had in my head when I was writing this: Corvus Corax
Mar. 17th, 2010 12:30 pm (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
Mar. 17th, 2010 07:48 pm (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
Mar. 17th, 2010 03:40 pm (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
I love a bit of Ronon/John now and again. and this was brilliant. I can really feel the music. Thankyou so much for writing my prompt.
Mar. 17th, 2010 07:49 pm (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
Thanks for prompting! It was a really fun one to write, and I'm glad you liked it.
Mar. 17th, 2010 10:00 pm (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
omg, John giving up music even for a little while, trying to imagine what is was like, and then finally hearing the music... perfect—Ronon's face, Ronon talking about sneaking out to hear a BAND, about his life when Sateda was alive...the two of them sharing earbuds! Just awesome.
Mar. 18th, 2010 09:53 pm (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
Yeah, I have long harbored a suspicion that Ronon was a bit of the hellion when he was a teenager. Glad you liked!
Mar. 18th, 2010 07:44 pm (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
Wow, this was really powerful, cause in the face of all of the destruction the the Wraith leave and how hard it can be just to stay alive you tend to forget the loss of culture that goes hand in hand with that. This was really nice! <3
Mar. 18th, 2010 09:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
Thanks! Glad you liked!
Mar. 27th, 2010 08:29 pm (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
Really amazing! I think you did a wonderful job at creating an element of Satedan culture. As always, John and Ronon are very well portrayed and you always leave me wanting more.

The music: as you were describing it, I thought "Wow, I bet it sounds kind of like Corvus Corax." Then I saw your comment.

Good music and a good fic!
Mar. 28th, 2010 02:42 pm (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
How did I miss this? This is too lovely. So sweet with John thinking of Ronon. I love it when he thinks "boyfriend". Melts my heart!


And, yes, that is how I imagine Satedan rock'n roll. Death Metal spiraling out of control.
Apr. 4th, 2010 03:29 pm (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
Wait, how did I not see this???

Oh, man, this was gorgeous!! Powerful, poignant, sad, sweet, and the two of them at the end, listening ... *sigh*

And, yeah, John is absolutely right. Seven years without music?! But the power and vibrancy of the music (which you conveyed fantastically, btw) *does* bring home the magnitude of Sateda's destruction.

Aug. 20th, 2010 06:15 am (UTC)
Re: Um, I did Ronon/John, I hope that's okay...
Oh this is gorgeous and brings out a part of Satedan culture I'd always wondered about. *G*


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