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John/Ronon, 3K, tentacle monsters (but not the sexy kind), floating flying contraptions, teammates in peril

My giftfic for @acrowbyanyothername in the sga fanworks holiday exchange

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“I can fly anything,” Sheppard said with that cocky smirk of his that Ronon found annoying and endearing all at once.

He eyed the contraption warily. They’d seen these inflatable vehicles occasionally floating on the distant horizon, and they knew the people of Nogard used these contraptions, but so far any attempts to discover the people’s secrets had been met with polite but impervious walls. Meanwhile, they couldn’t say for sure that the natives of this world had intended them to be separated from one another, but Teyla and Rodney had been carried away downstream on a riverboat bound for the coast, leaving John and Ronon ashore and unable to reach them. Officials had politely but implacably informed them there wouldn’t be another boat for three of the planet’s long days.

After hours of calm indifference to their need to be reunited with their team, after repeated attempts to divert them into looking at the Ancient outpost the Nogardians felt sure John would be able to use his gene to help them with, Sheppard had finally snapped.

“Ronon,” he'd said quietly, “how’d you feel about committing acts of larceny?”

Ronon had merely grinned in response, because action was needed; the larceny part was incidental.

Still, he didn’t share Sheppard’s confidence about this mode of transport. They had no idea how this thing worked, just that it was a curiously organic-looking inflated sphere, coloured a greenish purple, tree-height, webbed over with ropes, a human-sized tub suspended beneath. The thing was tethered in a clearing to the south of the main city, bobbing and swaying in a gentle breeze.

They crossed the open space as quickly as they could and climbed into the tub, hunkering down to hide from any pursuit.

“Sheppard, not so sure 'bout this…”

they don't talk about it | .5k, t, multi

in which john is working on asking for what he needs.

teyla: pinned | ronon: calculated | rodney: empty | john: closer

ShepDex watersports: Out here 💦

John was leaning on the wall-rail of the little outside balcony off his quarters, barefoot, watching the sun set over the ocean when Ronon finally got there. 

“I was starting to think you weren’t coming tonight after all,” John commented idly, glancing back over his shoulder just long enough to shoot Ronon a raised-eyebrows look. 

Ronon grunted a laugh as the solid warmth of his body brushed up against John from behind. “That impatient, huh?” he murmured into John’s neck. 

A curl of heat wound through John’s gut as Ronon’s hands found his hips, Ronon’s crotch pressing more firmly against his ass. “Well… maybe a little,” he allowed, a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. 

“Mm… Well, you don’t have worry,” Ronon said with a grin, and paused just long enough to suck a hard kiss into John’s neck just under the collar line of his t-shirt. “I’m definitely still planning on coming tonight.” 

John’s laugh turned into more of a breathy moan as Ronon slid one big hand up under his shirt, thumb brushing over his nipple and hips rolling forward to grind against John’s ass. In the same motion, Ronon’s other hand slid forward to get a firm grip on John’s belt and the waistband of his combat pants, just at the front of his hip. 

that’s an order | m, 1.3k, shepdex

@trainofcommand challenged me to use as many prompts from this list as possible and write a fic.

“Hey, buddy,” he says, taking a cautious step forward, wary of the erratic swing of Ronon’s arm. “Why don’t you hand me the knife?”

Ronon doesn’t turn, keeps his knife between him and the vines as he growls back, “Not a good idea. Have you seen this thing?”

Coming Home - Explicit, complete

CW for underage content in chapter 1-3, incest, and more, please read the tags xx

Six chapters, just shy of 15k words total... I still don't know where this came from but I've never been so interested in Dave Sheppard before 😂😏 Starts when they're teenagers and wraps up in canon-present-day. I'm also still not over the moodboard art Anagrrl made for me to go with it 😍 so I'm gonna put that here along with a little Chapter 5 (Reunion) excerpt just because I can.

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After an incredibly awkward exchange with John and his… “friend,” the rest of the day passes in a blur. Somber faces Dave only half recognizes, a tangle of conflicting emotions he’d just rather not have to process at all, especially not today. 

John’s home. Now, John comes home, after disappearing for longer than he ever had before; after leaving Dave to deal with all of this alone and not even bothering to get in touch, let alone come back for a goddamn visit. 

Dave can’t work out whether he’s more relieved or pissed off about it. 

He also can’t work out how, exactly, he’s feeling about John bringing a stupidly attractive man home with him the fucking minute their father dies. Civilian contractor, my ass, Dave thinks to himself, with equal measures of bitterness, sardonic amusement, and— 

…Jealousy. 

Even after all this time, even through the dark, mirthless laugh he gets at the thought of John pulling this stunt to flip their father one last middle finger for good measure on his way out; despite all that, Dave can’t bring himself to deny the fact that deep down, he’s jealous that this guy has what Dave lost, twenty-plus years ago. 

The way the two stand while they talk quietly, so casually, comfortably near one another; the way this ‘Ronon’ hovers protectively and glowers at almost everyone else who comes too close or so much as looks at John sideways. The way John smiles up at Ronon, who is… not that far off from Dave himself in height and build, even if they have nothing else in common. 

The afternoon seems to last for a week all by itself; but once the day is finally, finally over, once everyone has gone home and left Dave in peace… He steels himself, and goes to find his brother. Surprisingly, John hadn’t found some vague excuse to leave early— Dave had been fully expecting he would— and he and Ronon accepted the offer to stay the night at the estate to give Dave and John the chance for a much-needed talk.

Does it count as rapidly-written if it's been sitting in my mind fully formed and unwritten for over a year but I only just hammered the actual words out now?

Once Ronon noticed Sheppard’s thing about his own wrists, he couldn’t for the life of him un-notice it. 

The watch made sense, but it took a little longer before Ronon worked out what Sheppard’s deal was with the black sweatband was. He seemed to always need something on his wrists. On the rare occasions his wrists were bare, he’d fidget almost constantly; absentmindedly rub them, tug at the sleeves of his jacket, close one hand over the other wrist and squeeze lightly. If he forgot the sweatband or watch in his quarters, he’d make an excuse to go back for it if he could, no matter what it made him late for. 

It was fascinating. 

And it made Ronon wonder what else Sheppard enjoyed feeling tighten around his wrists. 

He started testing it out during their sparring training, and… Sure enough, every single time Ronon got a grip on one or both of Sheppard’s wrists, Sheppard got briefly distracted— and a little hard. Without even seeming to realize it was happening. 

It was way fucking hotter than it should have been, and Ronon finally couldn’t stop himself from taking it further, just to see how Sheppard would react. 

“You know, you’re never going to win when you want this to happen,” Ronon growled. He had his team leader face-down on the floor, sitting on Sheppard’s legs, one hand pinning Sheppard’s wrists to his lower back and the other planted firmly between his shoulder blades. 

Sheppard froze briefly; then tried to wrench free again. Ronon held him down easily, keeping him there just a moment longer. 

“I dunno what the hell you’re talking about,” Sheppard snapped, scrambling to his feet the instant Ronon let him go. “Why would I want to lose?” 

He was flushed, more than normal from the physical exertion alone. Ronon didn’t have to look away from his face to notice the slight tent Sheppard was pitching in his blue track pants. 

5 fictober 5+1 october 2022 challenge drabble sets + 1 extra drabble

iv. october 19-24 | fictober | flufftober | just ask, t, .6k

“Hey,” Ronon says, rounding on John, suddenly close. “You know this is a date, right?”

“I kind of put that together, yeah,” John says. He can feel his ears going hot. “Next time, you can just ask me, you know?”

below or on ao3: five times ronon and john had a date and one time they needed one