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selenic76 and tarlanx! The idea is to share seven lines from the seventh pageof a WIP of your choice. And then tag seven other writers to do the same :)
Most of my WIPs don't have 7 pages (yet), so I just chose a passage I liked. I love soulmate AU's and wanted to try my hand at one. I'm basing my "soulmate" idea off Sharon Shinn's Samaria series, where at birth everyone has a crystal implanted in their arm (called a Kiss), which lights up when a person meets their soulmate.
“So we’re agreed,” Rodney said briskly, ready to move on. “No bonding.”
“Right. No telling anyone, either.”
“God, no,’ Rodney was horrified by the very idea. “They’d insist we bond. It would take too long to convince them neither of us want to, time much better spent on other things.” They would also insist that he and the major see Dr. Heightmeyer about the reasons behind their unnatural resistance, because finding your soulmate was A Big Deal, capital letters intended. A thing to be celebrated in the minds of the masses, and a thing to be avoided in Rodney’s.
I want to post another snippet because I was tagged twice :P SO. I was working on a hooker!Rodney fic, because it's usually John, unless Rodney is young in the fic. It's very loosely based on the Kushiel Legacy series, where the dominant religion of the world considers prostitution a sacred service. Rodney was chosen to serve when he was young and pretty (but still legal). As he grew, however, he became more of an aquired taste (people are dumb), so his House decided to make him their financial officer. However, if a 'client' requests Rodney, he's still required to serve.
I decided to just post almost all that I have (which is quite long). It was written a long time ago, so I'll probably end up fussing with it if/when I pick it back up.
It had taken the most training to cure Rodney of his habit of immediately informing all in hearing range what he thinks. Rodney had never been more grateful for that training than he was now, confronted as he was by the spiky haired, slouching figure waiting in Madame Weir's office. His first instinct had been to ask, "What the devil have you done to your hair?" but that would be the height of rudeness, and Adepts of the Night Court never spoke in such a manner.
Careful to avoid meeting the man's eyes, Rodney settled into the seat in front of Weir's desk. Although he did not mind helping in any way possible, he did not think this man from House Sheppard would be interested in him. If Rodney were not mistaken - and he so rarely was - this was the eldest son, who had conquered the skies and fought the enemies of Atlantis with skill and cunning. As the son of a wealthy noble, his favor was well sought after, his talents in the bedroom spoken of often and with much interest. Sheppard's tastes, however, ran to long legged brunette women and fit, athletic men - or so the stories went. Rodney struggled to keep weight off and was in no way atheletic; slender, definitely, but with no well defined stomach muscles.
"I am sure you're wondering why I've brought you here," Weir said smoothly, relaxing back into her chair. She gestured to Sheppard, her eyes never leaving Rodney's face. Was she smiling? "Major Sheppard has approached me for an extended session with an Adept, one that would last between one and three months."
Rodney blinked, uncertain how to respond. "Oh?" He asked, finally.
"I need someone intelligent and strong," Sheppard said. He was watching Rodney's face closely, though his body language remained casual. He smirked when Rodney met his eyes for the first time. Rodney felt his face flush and couldn't help leaning in slightly. He was used to blatant once overs and come-ons from attractive men, but there was this indefinable quality about Sheppard...it made Rodney react much more readily to the hint of interest than he normally would. Though he submitted to whatever his patrons wished, it was with the knowledge that he did it because he wanted to. Sheppard, however, made Rodney react whether he intended to or not. It threw him off balance, made him uncertain.
"I'm sure there are people of greater strength..." Rodney began, though Weir's darkening expression cut him off. She was the Dowayne of Rodney's House, and if she felt he was a match to what Sheppard was looking for, then it was his duty to acquiesce. Rodney fought down a scowl. For all his training, Rodney could never complete erase the streak of independence and persistent, irritable voice in his head.
In another life, Rodney knew he would be quite the vocal, irascible man. He dreamed sometimes of being in a position where he could call someone an idiot and not risk everything.
In this one, sadly, he couldn't do that without risking punishment. So he turned from Weir's nonverbal warning and sent Sheppard as big a bright, welcoming smile as he could summon.
"I am pleased to serve at your pleasure," Rodney said formally.
"Excellent," Sheppard said, and rose from his seat. Rodney scrambled to join him - Adepts should not remain seated when their Patrons stood. Rodney tucked his hands behind his back and rocked on his feet. It was none of his concern why Sheppard wanted him, and Rodney could not care less about his reasoning. If Sheppard were half as good in bed as the stories said, then Rodney was in for quite the delightful couple of months.
Honestly, he couldn't wait.
I tagaadarshinah, squidgiepdx, and anybody else who hasn't been tagged yet.
ETA: I've also been tagged bydanceswithgary, so here is one more snippet :) As always, it's subject to editing.
The first time it happened, Rodney was so startled he dropped his tablet. By the time Rodney turned to look at John after picking it up, the Major had already turned away and was talking idly with a couple of his marines. Feeling more flustered than he could remember in recent memory, Rodney had hidden in his labs for the rest of the day, feasting on power bars during mealtimes. It wasn't until Rodney passed the marines using one of the large, open rooms as a place to play something very like basketball that Rodney remembered. It was quite common for men to tap each other on the ass during games, though Rodney wasn't sure the squeezing the Major did was strictly necessary. But perhaps they did that too - what did Rodney know? It wasn't as though he were ever anything approaching a jock, had no idea what social folkways these types had. But watching as one of the marines scored a point and was treated to much inappropriate ass smacking, Rodney decided Sheppard had clearly only meant to include him in this frankly stupid tradition.
Really, as hands off as the Major normally was, chances were he wouldn't do it again. Or often.
selenic76 and tarlanx! The idea is to share seven lines from the seventh pageof a WIP of your choice. And then tag seven other writers to do the same :)Most of my WIPs don't have 7 pages (yet), so I just chose a passage I liked. I love soulmate AU's and wanted to try my hand at one. I'm basing my "soulmate" idea off Sharon Shinn's Samaria series, where at birth everyone has a crystal implanted in their arm (called a Kiss), which lights up when a person meets their soulmate.
“So we’re agreed,” Rodney said briskly, ready to move on. “No bonding.”
“Right. No telling anyone, either.”
“God, no,’ Rodney was horrified by the very idea. “They’d insist we bond. It would take too long to convince them neither of us want to, time much better spent on other things.” They would also insist that he and the major see Dr. Heightmeyer about the reasons behind their unnatural resistance, because finding your soulmate was A Big Deal, capital letters intended. A thing to be celebrated in the minds of the masses, and a thing to be avoided in Rodney’s.
I want to post another snippet because I was tagged twice :P SO. I was working on a hooker!Rodney fic, because it's usually John, unless Rodney is young in the fic. It's very loosely based on the Kushiel Legacy series, where the dominant religion of the world considers prostitution a sacred service. Rodney was chosen to serve when he was young and pretty (but still legal). As he grew, however, he became more of an aquired taste (people are dumb), so his House decided to make him their financial officer. However, if a 'client' requests Rodney, he's still required to serve.
I decided to just post almost all that I have (which is quite long). It was written a long time ago, so I'll probably end up fussing with it if/when I pick it back up.
It had taken the most training to cure Rodney of his habit of immediately informing all in hearing range what he thinks. Rodney had never been more grateful for that training than he was now, confronted as he was by the spiky haired, slouching figure waiting in Madame Weir's office. His first instinct had been to ask, "What the devil have you done to your hair?" but that would be the height of rudeness, and Adepts of the Night Court never spoke in such a manner.
Careful to avoid meeting the man's eyes, Rodney settled into the seat in front of Weir's desk. Although he did not mind helping in any way possible, he did not think this man from House Sheppard would be interested in him. If Rodney were not mistaken - and he so rarely was - this was the eldest son, who had conquered the skies and fought the enemies of Atlantis with skill and cunning. As the son of a wealthy noble, his favor was well sought after, his talents in the bedroom spoken of often and with much interest. Sheppard's tastes, however, ran to long legged brunette women and fit, athletic men - or so the stories went. Rodney struggled to keep weight off and was in no way atheletic; slender, definitely, but with no well defined stomach muscles.
"I am sure you're wondering why I've brought you here," Weir said smoothly, relaxing back into her chair. She gestured to Sheppard, her eyes never leaving Rodney's face. Was she smiling? "Major Sheppard has approached me for an extended session with an Adept, one that would last between one and three months."
Rodney blinked, uncertain how to respond. "Oh?" He asked, finally.
"I need someone intelligent and strong," Sheppard said. He was watching Rodney's face closely, though his body language remained casual. He smirked when Rodney met his eyes for the first time. Rodney felt his face flush and couldn't help leaning in slightly. He was used to blatant once overs and come-ons from attractive men, but there was this indefinable quality about Sheppard...it made Rodney react much more readily to the hint of interest than he normally would. Though he submitted to whatever his patrons wished, it was with the knowledge that he did it because he wanted to. Sheppard, however, made Rodney react whether he intended to or not. It threw him off balance, made him uncertain.
"I'm sure there are people of greater strength..." Rodney began, though Weir's darkening expression cut him off. She was the Dowayne of Rodney's House, and if she felt he was a match to what Sheppard was looking for, then it was his duty to acquiesce. Rodney fought down a scowl. For all his training, Rodney could never complete erase the streak of independence and persistent, irritable voice in his head.
In another life, Rodney knew he would be quite the vocal, irascible man. He dreamed sometimes of being in a position where he could call someone an idiot and not risk everything.
In this one, sadly, he couldn't do that without risking punishment. So he turned from Weir's nonverbal warning and sent Sheppard as big a bright, welcoming smile as he could summon.
"I am pleased to serve at your pleasure," Rodney said formally.
"Excellent," Sheppard said, and rose from his seat. Rodney scrambled to join him - Adepts should not remain seated when their Patrons stood. Rodney tucked his hands behind his back and rocked on his feet. It was none of his concern why Sheppard wanted him, and Rodney could not care less about his reasoning. If Sheppard were half as good in bed as the stories said, then Rodney was in for quite the delightful couple of months.
Honestly, he couldn't wait.
I tag
aadarshinah, squidgiepdx, and anybody else who hasn't been tagged yet.ETA: I've also been tagged by
danceswithgary, so here is one more snippet :) As always, it's subject to editing.The first time it happened, Rodney was so startled he dropped his tablet. By the time Rodney turned to look at John after picking it up, the Major had already turned away and was talking idly with a couple of his marines. Feeling more flustered than he could remember in recent memory, Rodney had hidden in his labs for the rest of the day, feasting on power bars during mealtimes. It wasn't until Rodney passed the marines using one of the large, open rooms as a place to play something very like basketball that Rodney remembered. It was quite common for men to tap each other on the ass during games, though Rodney wasn't sure the squeezing the Major did was strictly necessary. But perhaps they did that too - what did Rodney know? It wasn't as though he were ever anything approaching a jock, had no idea what social folkways these types had. But watching as one of the marines scored a point and was treated to much inappropriate ass smacking, Rodney decided Sheppard had clearly only meant to include him in this frankly stupid tradition.
Really, as hands off as the Major normally was, chances were he wouldn't do it again. Or often.