#mclorne

[spaceacetrexi]

That awkward moment when you realise that you're the one who's written the longest fic on Ao3 for a particular ship...

Or that your other multichap fic for them is one of the most popular for the ship (in fact, the most popular when you look at fics focused specifically on them)...

Perks of writing for a small ship, I guess.

[sga-owns-my-soul]

For the kiss meme: Evan Lorne/anyone you'd like; #28...as a lie.

ahhhh okay this was REALLY fun to write thank you so much for this suggestion!!!

28- As A Lie

It wasn't the first time Evan had to pretend to be in a relationship off world.

It was relatively common for a society to request some sort of committed couple be the ones to enter the sacred holy grounds that were some sort of Ancient ruins.

It was, however, the first time he had to pretend with McKay, much to both of their dismay. The scientist had been rather vocal about his objections, but Colonel Sheppard was too busy doing off-world recon and the Ancient database said there could possibly be a ZPM here- and McKay was the only one who knew what to look for.

"Look, this isn't ideal for me either, but it's not that big of a deal. Didn't you say you were an actor or something as a kid? Just think of this as a role or something," Evan said after 20 minutes of listening to McKay complaining on the hike to the village.

"Oh yes, the role of a lifetime, playing a happily-in-love-to-a-marine-grunt idiot, how thrilling, Major," McKay scoffed, and Evan rolled his eyes.

"We'll be at the village in less than 10 minutes, and they're expecting a happily-in-love couple, so get acting, Rodney," Evan emphasized his name, giving him a pointed look. This time McKay rolled his eyes.

McKay- Rodney- must have taken his advice to heart, because as soon as they were in view of the village, Rodney took hold of the hand that wasn't casually resting on his P-90. He didn't look at Evan, but there was a slight blush raising in his cheeks. Evan smiled.

They greeted the welcome party, smiling and exchanging pleasantries as they were escorted to the Sacred Ancestors Temple.

"Please, before you may be granted entry, the Ancestors request an offering of love," they had said, and Evan knew this would be coming. They were briefed on it by Teyla, who knew of this planet and their ways. Still, it didn't stop the chill that ran through him. He just hoped Rodney would be a good enough actor.

Evan smiled softly at Rodney before leaning in, expecting a small peck, but suddenly hands were on his shoulders and he was being pulled in and Rodney's lips were on his, passionate and deep and fucking magical. Evan lost himself in the kiss, in the feel of Rodney's body against his, fireworks exploding through every inch of him. When Rodney finally pulled away, Evan couldn't catch his breathe, and desperately wished he could lean back in for more.

"We're finishing this when we get back to Atlantis," Rodney whispered, a dark look in his eyes that made Evan shudder, and maybe it started as a lie, but Evan was sure this had just become real.

[wonkyelk]

Lorne x Zelenka from a Discord prompt by @trainofcommand​. (This is a slightly lighter version)

[nimuetheseawitch]

For WIP Wednesday: 💿🍭🐾

💿CDs, the technology of the future

The state of music in 1989 series is, primarily, about young Rodney and Evan in 1989 before they become who they are later. BUT, I have spent so, so much time about how they'll think about it later in life. So, uh, here's a thing that's been on my mind but isn't actually a WIP (is this cheating? who cares).

The CD player the maintenance crew had rigged up in the hanger was a great idea, right up until one of Rodney's songs came on. Evan missed a step and completely lost the thread of the conversation with the other pilots. "Whose ghost did you see?" Evan shook himself, coming back to the present. "My ex... hated that song, and every time it came on the radio I would be treated to the most magnificent rant about the state of popular music." The guys nodded, made some comments about how he was better off without her, and he just smiled to himself, thinking about the brilliant blue eyes, mobile mouth, and flashing hands that had so entranced him the first night he'd met Rodney.

🍭Lollipop, ba-boom, boom, boom

Uhhh, so everything but John sucking on a lollipop left my mind, so I wrote a thing for a WIP that only existed in my head! It's for the series I wanted to make after writing Release Your Burdens where all of AR1 fantasizes about each other, but no one actually makes a move (at least so far). So here's some Rodney POV:

He directed a good 15% of his anger and frustration budget that afternoon toward John Sheppard and his lollipops, sparing a few minions the full force of his wrath and/or annoyance. The way that infuriating man sucked, and licked, and practically fellated that lollipop while Rodney was trying to make a point. When Rodney felt his train of thought derailing for the 8th time that day, he threw his dry erase marker down and declared he was going for a walk to clear his head. He walked as far as his quarters and locked himself in, knowing there was only one way he'd be able to focus for the rest of the day.

🐾 Man's best friend

Gotta give you some crow!John for this. The crow who is yet to be named John is establishing his friendship with the colorful Dr. McKay:

His new favorite game was to take the shiny bits out of the little bowl the man would set up every single time he started taking some mechanism apart. By the time McKay was shoulders deep in a new machine, the bowl would be filled with options for him to choose from, and if he got caught before choosing his prize, McKay would swear even more when his wings knocked the bowl and its contents to the floor.

[atlantis-scribe]

there's also something that delights me about the idea of Rodney calling Lorne 'Evan'. especially if he does it more than he calls Sheppard 'John'.

[a-storm-of-roses]

October Fics Day 8: Cider

Pairing: Evan Lorne/Rodney McKay

Rating: G

Words: 775

Summary: As far as dates go, it maybe wasn't the best one. But Evan just wants to spend some time with Rodney.

Read on AO3 or below!

With a shiver, Rodney stamped his feet and shoved his hands further into his pockets. If he’d realized he’d be spending the majority of the mission standing around a cornfield, watching Dr. Parrish wax poetic about propagation, he’d have never agreed to come along.

The supposed generator that had required his specialist skills had taken about three minutes to repair, and even the most numb-skulled engineer from the SGC could have managed it. What a waste of a day.

Behind him, he heard the crunch of frostbitten leaves. Evan appeared beside him and pressed a warm mug into his stiff, frigid hands.

Inside was a steaming, golden liquid. Rodney leaned in and inhaled. It smelled sweet and spiced, like cloves and cardamom and something a bit sharper.

“What’s this?” Rodney asked skeptically.

“Mulled cider. The villagers make it from those weird pears in the orchard we saw earlier.”

“Are you sure-”

“It doesn’t have citrus in it, Rodney.” Evan interrupted. “I checked myself. Asked them multiple times, and taste tested. You know I’m careful.” Evan leaned just a bit closer, bumping his shoulder against Rodney’s.

Rodney took a tentative sip, and let out a small moan as he tasted the warm, syrupy sweet liquid. It was just lightly spiced, but the flavors tasted of autumn - bonfires and cold mornings, clear skies and golden leaves.

“Good?” Evan asked, his eyes crinkling in a smile. “Careful with those noises, we’re on a mission, I got to keep it professional.”

“Ha. Ha.” Rodney took another sip, blowing on the cider a few times to cool it off. “It’s pretty good. I mean it isn’t coffee or anything, but it’s restoring feeling to my fingers.”

They drank quietly - Rodney still marvelled by how easy silence was when he was with Evan. Not needing to fill every second, prove his brilliance, justify his presence, it was new and strange. But Evan calmed him; he loved him quietly and steadily and Rodney found himself relaxing into himself a little more each day.

In the distance, Parrish was gesturing animatedly to one of the farmers, while Lt. Coughlin looked on, but the field was kind of peaceful and pretty, especially once he got the feeling back into his extremities. He could hear birdsong in the distance, and the sound of the farmer’s children playing nearby. The sun was edging low into the sky, casting everything in a warm glow. Golden hour, Evan sometimes called it.

“Look at the clouds. It’s a beautiful sunset.” Evan pointed out, leaning close to Rodney.

Shades of gold and pink streaked through the sky, and for a moment, Rodney could see the whole vista, the waving fields, the burning sky through an artist’s eyes, through Evan’s eyes.

“It is,” he agreed, and let his hand drop to discreetly squeeze Evan’s. “Although cider and sunsets aside, I’m still not entirely sure why I’m here. The villagers hardly needed my expertise.”

Evan drew away a bit and rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh, specifically requested you for this mission. Trumped it up a bit.”

“What? But- why?”

“We haven’t seen a lot of each other recently, and I thought it might be nice to spend some time together.”

“Is this meant to be a date?” Rodney spluttered.

Evan shrugged.

“In a freezing cornfield? With Dr. Parrish and Lt. Coughlin?” Rodney asked, dumbfounded.

Evan glared. “Look, it’s not like I can take you to dinner and a film. Just thought a change of pace from MREs and your laptop might be a good thing.”

“Hey- no, I’m sorry, ok. This is nice. If a bit cold. But, uh the cider is great and citrus-free and we get to enjoy some fresh air, and the field looks really pretty in the golden hour.”

Evan’s face softened. He glanced around, but Dr. Parrish, Lt. Coughlin and the farmers were in the far end of the field, and occupied with something in the dirt. He pressed a quick, sticky kiss to Rodney’s mouth, leaving him licking his lips, chasing the taste of cider and Evan.

“Maybe next time you can bring your sketchbook. And maybe we can come when it’s just a bit warmer. But uh, when it’s still pear season. This cider is pretty great.” Rodney smiled, and felt just a bit warmer when Evan smiled back.

“It’s a date.”

They watched the sunset, just a while longer, before Rodney gathered their empty mugs, and Evan went to drag Dr. Parrish away. Rodney took one last look at the golden field, at Evan’s retreating figure, drinking in the details, the cold smell in the air, sweetened by the scent of cider.

[buffycuddlespigs]

January 2017 Fic Recs - McShep

The fact that this fandom still churns out so many quality fanworks is a thing of wonder.  Here are some of my favourite fics that were posted in January.  All links go to AO3.

Secret Ingredients by danceswithgary (33,609 words)

A brilliant head chef and a sassy sous chef cook up the perfect recipe for happily ever after. Never-a-stargate contemporary AU remix of 2007 movie No Reservations.

Deserves way more kudos than it has, this is a poignant, funny, ultimately feel-good fic.  AND IT’S KID FIC!!!!.

Beer on the Pier by nagi_schwarz (8,753 words)

Rodney tries to navigate his new relationships with John and Evan, and the final resolution is beer on the pier.

Part 15 of the Blood and Water series.  You don’t have to have read the rest for it to make sense but you should anyway.  Please note the OT3 element here. (It’s hot as hell)

Waiting For You by Brumeier (2,002 words)

Rodney was sure he’d never find his soulmate, not after what happened with Kolya. But then, things never go quite as planned in the Pegasus galaxy.

SOULMATE FIC! BEAUTIFUL soulmate fic

Cleared For Duty by Elayna (1,346 words)

Rodney has recovered from the surgery.

Part 8 of the Miracles series.  Kid Fic Gold.

The Merits of Soft Sciences by velocitygrass (2,824 words)

Rodney accidentally takes John to a conference for researchers and their partners.

Hilarious and cute!  

eat flowers, breathe light by callunavulgari (1,585 words)

John gives Rodney a dreamy smile, swaying slightly towards him, and says, “You have really beautiful eyes, you know that?”

Stoned!John.  ‘Nuff said.

[spaceacetrexi]

I was trying to find out the exact definition of a rarepair on Fanlore (as one does), which is understandably not precise numbers-wise, given that I imagine the number of say fics for a rarepair in a big vs small fandom would be very different.

But what I did find funny was the Stargate Atlantis mention, and a Rodney McKay ship at that (McDex). As someone who writes for an SGA ship about half that size (McLorne), it was funny to see a larger ship mentioned as an example rarepair.

Anyone have a definition for what they'd consider a rarepair? Or a ship you're fond of that earns that title?