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Simple Truths by SylvanWitch (Nc-17)
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: John/Wraith
Length: 5960
Author on LJ: na
Author Website: archived on Wraithbait
Why this must be read:
An episode tag for S3 E5 Common Ground. This is the first fic I read that paired John/Wraith--yes you read that right. Sylvan went to that dark place, but at the same time cast a light into the shadows adding a different mix about the wraith. I also adored the background she gave John, and of his interaction between Dave aka the Wraith. It is dark, different, and well written, IMO definitely worth your time.
Author's summary/notes: Episode Tag for 3.05, Common Ground. Nothing is as simple as black or white, good or evil, friend or foe. John discovers a few things he didn't know about the Wraith. Author's Note: In the grand tradition of many writers over the ages, I have taken an existing situation and asked, "What if?" In this case, what if the wraith who claimed John's life could offer something sweet in return? Nothing is as simple as black and white, good and evil, friend and enemy. There are no simple truths. If consensual sex between John and a wraith squicks you, then you may want to forego this story.
Oh, it hurt like a motherfucker the first time, ripping sounds from him he was glad that the gag muffled. He didn't want Elizabeth, Ronon, Rodney, any of them to hear the sound that life made as it was taken by a touch more intimate than fucking.
For that's what John realized in the moment or two he had to spare between breathing and screaming. When Dave laid his hungry hand over John's heart, he took not only blood, not just years; no, the wraith wrung from him his very life—his essence, spirit, soul. John didn't know all the words, didn't think there was a word in any language for the feeling of that violation.
He wanted to weep, to retch, to rage against the indignity. Mostly, though, he wanted to curl up in the lap of a smooth-voiced woman and sob until his heart stopped up his throat and he choked on it.
Simple Truths
Pairing: John/Wraith
Length: 5960
Author on LJ: na
Author Website: archived on Wraithbait
Why this must be read:
An episode tag for S3 E5 Common Ground. This is the first fic I read that paired John/Wraith--yes you read that right. Sylvan went to that dark place, but at the same time cast a light into the shadows adding a different mix about the wraith. I also adored the background she gave John, and of his interaction between Dave aka the Wraith. It is dark, different, and well written, IMO definitely worth your time.
Author's summary/notes: Episode Tag for 3.05, Common Ground. Nothing is as simple as black or white, good or evil, friend or foe. John discovers a few things he didn't know about the Wraith. Author's Note: In the grand tradition of many writers over the ages, I have taken an existing situation and asked, "What if?" In this case, what if the wraith who claimed John's life could offer something sweet in return? Nothing is as simple as black and white, good and evil, friend and enemy. There are no simple truths. If consensual sex between John and a wraith squicks you, then you may want to forego this story.
Oh, it hurt like a motherfucker the first time, ripping sounds from him he was glad that the gag muffled. He didn't want Elizabeth, Ronon, Rodney, any of them to hear the sound that life made as it was taken by a touch more intimate than fucking.
For that's what John realized in the moment or two he had to spare between breathing and screaming. When Dave laid his hungry hand over John's heart, he took not only blood, not just years; no, the wraith wrung from him his very life—his essence, spirit, soul. John didn't know all the words, didn't think there was a word in any language for the feeling of that violation.
He wanted to weep, to retch, to rage against the indignity. Mostly, though, he wanted to curl up in the lap of a smooth-voiced woman and sob until his heart stopped up his throat and he choked on it.
Simple Truths
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Good fic here. Thanks for reccing.