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Fannish Fifty 2023: Rec #5
Feb. 3rd, 2023 03:44 pmTitle: Hunting Parties Series
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LtLJ
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Category: M/M
Pairing: Sheppard/OMC
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REC
When I first started reading SGA fic, McShep was my OTP. So when Hunting Parties was first posted, I ignored it. I wasn't interested in a fic where Sheppard was separated from the rest of his team for almost the whole fic, or where he was not in a relationship with McKay. But it kept getting recced all over the place, so on one slow day where I had nothing else to read, I gave in and tried it. And I loved it. I loved Vanrin and the Tasiben people and their culture, I loved the dialogue, and I loved the chemistry between Sheppard and Vanrin.
Somehow, I always remember there being four fics in this series, even though there are eight and I've read all of them multiple times.
Also, if you need more motivation, LtLJ is a popular, award-winning, professionally published author.
TEASER
"Oh, crap." John handed the telescope back and wearily rubbed his forehead, feeling the tight pain of his headache trying to return. "They have my P-90."
Vanrin looked at him, his brows drawing together. "And what is that?"
"It's a gun. A better gun than the ones they have." He hesitated, but if the Isveni were going to try to come in here with it, the Tasiben had to know what it could do. "It can shoot about 900 rounds per minute."
"Nine hundred?" Vanrin stared at him incredulously. "This is for killing Wraith!"
"Well, you can kill just about anything with it," John admitted. "One of them probably has my 9mm, too. It's a small handgun, much better than their air pistols. And there's other things I had that I really hope they haven't figured out yet."
Vanrin passed this information along to the other Tasiben, who made shocked exclamations and studied the Isveni with renewed worry. "Nine hundred." Vanrin shook his head, still floored. He asked John helplessly, "What were you doing?"
John said defensively, "We get attacked a lot. By Wraith, by people like that--"
Vanrin snorted dubiously. "The life of peaceful explorers must be very difficult."
"Hey, you guys don't even use the gate anymore! There's a lot of crazy people out there."
"Apparently," Vanrin agreed readily.
Author:
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Category: M/M
Pairing: Sheppard/OMC
Note: You must be logged in to your AO3 account to access this fic. 😢
REC
When I first started reading SGA fic, McShep was my OTP. So when Hunting Parties was first posted, I ignored it. I wasn't interested in a fic where Sheppard was separated from the rest of his team for almost the whole fic, or where he was not in a relationship with McKay. But it kept getting recced all over the place, so on one slow day where I had nothing else to read, I gave in and tried it. And I loved it. I loved Vanrin and the Tasiben people and their culture, I loved the dialogue, and I loved the chemistry between Sheppard and Vanrin.
Somehow, I always remember there being four fics in this series, even though there are eight and I've read all of them multiple times.
Also, if you need more motivation, LtLJ is a popular, award-winning, professionally published author.
TEASER
"Oh, crap." John handed the telescope back and wearily rubbed his forehead, feeling the tight pain of his headache trying to return. "They have my P-90."
Vanrin looked at him, his brows drawing together. "And what is that?"
"It's a gun. A better gun than the ones they have." He hesitated, but if the Isveni were going to try to come in here with it, the Tasiben had to know what it could do. "It can shoot about 900 rounds per minute."
"Nine hundred?" Vanrin stared at him incredulously. "This is for killing Wraith!"
"Well, you can kill just about anything with it," John admitted. "One of them probably has my 9mm, too. It's a small handgun, much better than their air pistols. And there's other things I had that I really hope they haven't figured out yet."
Vanrin passed this information along to the other Tasiben, who made shocked exclamations and studied the Isveni with renewed worry. "Nine hundred." Vanrin shook his head, still floored. He asked John helplessly, "What were you doing?"
John said defensively, "We get attacked a lot. By Wraith, by people like that--"
Vanrin snorted dubiously. "The life of peaceful explorers must be very difficult."
"Hey, you guys don't even use the gate anymore! There's a lot of crazy people out there."
"Apparently," Vanrin agreed readily.
