"So what's the problem?" Elizabeth asked. "They won't talk to us unless we sing first," John said.

"So what's the problem?" Elizabeth asked. "They won't talk to us unless we sing first," John said.

"I am hugging you," Thor explained. "That you may know I love you, despite your madness."

Kris wasn't brand-new at the substitute gig, but it was still a little unsettling to walk into the office his first day at the new school, and have the secretary look him up and down and say, "Oh, you are going to be eaten alive."

It was a vague feeling; nothing concrete, nothing he could put a name to, just an uncomfortable sensation scratching low at the base of his brain.

Comment-fic for eliade, prompt: John/Rodney--slavery slavery slavery SLAVERY.

"Yeah, you boys nailed that trickster real good," Bobby said, dry as dust.

Kris stopped taking slaves to his bed after his father died; he let them think it was grief, and then he let them think it was the burden of ruling, but he'd hated it all along.

Outside the city walls, the tower stood black against the sky.

"Megan!" Kris said. "He's my TA. I'm not going to—"

"Yeah, you boys nailed that trickster real good," Bobby said, dry as dust.

For svmadelyn's badfic-summary challenge, summary from hyperfocused: Rodney MmmKay's mother always told him smart boys never get the hot guys. Can he pretend to be dumb so hunky pilot John Shep Hard will ask him to the Atlantis: Under the Sea prom? W/ my OC Princess Ancienta. Warnings: ANGST M/M plz rd/rvw Oh, yeah.

Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.

"I thought it was going to be an ice cream maker or something," Kris said.

John had gotten kind of blasé about offworld travel.

"At least we don't have to do the walk of shame?" Adam said.

Fine, so maybe it hadn't been the best idea to attack the giant tentacle monster.

Adam pushed himself up and loomed up over Kris, his eyes heavy-lidded in glitter and shadow, predatory and smiling. Written for queenbitchfest, inspired by "Ziggy Stardust".

"If you'd been lectured by my father for four hours on your thirteenth birthday about all the many disasters that occur to a realm when you muddy the succession with bastards, you wouldn't have been very quick to dive into bed with the nearest servant girl, either," Arthur muttered.