The Squirrels Were in my Bird Feeder Again
Mar. 5th, 2008 11:20 amRevisited from last night's post.
Title: The Squirrels Were in my Bird Feeder Again
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in
brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill (pre-slash)
Rating: G
Summary: Jack's shirt won't fit.
Content/warnings: Wing!fic. (But SG-1-style!)
Words: 376
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and
brainofck
The Matrix: Tropes:Wing!fic. The Matrix is located here.
"Um. Jack..."
"Daniel?"
"Did you notice anything, uh, unusual this morning?"
"Well... The squirrels were in my bird feeder again, even though I bought that new one with the plexiglas shield. I'm gonna get out the pellet gun again, I swear. And they had donuts in the first guard house, but they gave me one, so I'm gonna keep it under my hat for now..."
"Huh. I was thinking about something, uh, more..." He made a sort of broad flapping motion with his hands.
"More?" Jack imitated the motion. Sometimes Jack wondered about that linguistics doctorate.
"Oh, my God! Sir!" Carter yelped from the doorway.
"Carter?" Jack asked, turning to his 2IC. Teal'c stood behind her, one eyebrow arching toward the top of his shiny bald head.
"Um..." Then Daniel made the flappy arm gesture again. And Carter nodded frantically, imitating him.
"Oh, for the love of..." Jack huffed, deciding to ignore both of them and just get on with it.
"What the HELL is wrong with this shirt?" he groused. Stupid base laundry. Coudn't get anything right.
"I think you're going to have to start doing something new about shirts," Daniel said softly.
He began to circle around him. Jack monitored him warily in this peripheral vision.
Which was when caught sight of the wings.
He was just freaking out when Daniel touched him. He delicately smoothed his fingers along Jack's lesser coverts, stroking the – Jack flicked out the opposite wing – midnight blue feathers. The light caress sent a shiver through Jack's sternum straight to his gut.
"Maybe something with a halter," Daniel whispered. He completed his circuit, fingers trailing over greater primary coverts and then back over the alula and marginal coverts and across Jack's shoulders to his pectorals. Calluses on skin sent another jolt below the belt.
"You're already thicker here," Daniel mused, palm flattening over Jack's peaking nipple. "Do you think they work?"
He lifted his eyes to Jack's.
Jack flexed his wings experimentally, wondering how he knew what to do, feeling the shift of new, strange, yet strangely familiar musculature. The wings swept forward, tips brushing together, enclosing himself and Daniel in a private world of soft, dark blue.
Daniel's eyes widened as his pupils dilated. Daniel looked good in blue.
I totally blame this post.
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.

Title: The Squirrels Were in my Bird Feeder Again
Author:
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill (pre-slash)
Rating: G
Summary: Jack's shirt won't fit.
Content/warnings: Wing!fic. (But SG-1-style!)
Words: 376
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
The Matrix: Tropes:Wing!fic. The Matrix is located here.
"Um. Jack..."
"Daniel?"
"Did you notice anything, uh, unusual this morning?"
"Well... The squirrels were in my bird feeder again, even though I bought that new one with the plexiglas shield. I'm gonna get out the pellet gun again, I swear. And they had donuts in the first guard house, but they gave me one, so I'm gonna keep it under my hat for now..."
"Huh. I was thinking about something, uh, more..." He made a sort of broad flapping motion with his hands.
"More?" Jack imitated the motion. Sometimes Jack wondered about that linguistics doctorate.
"Oh, my God! Sir!" Carter yelped from the doorway.
"Carter?" Jack asked, turning to his 2IC. Teal'c stood behind her, one eyebrow arching toward the top of his shiny bald head.
"Um..." Then Daniel made the flappy arm gesture again. And Carter nodded frantically, imitating him.
"Oh, for the love of..." Jack huffed, deciding to ignore both of them and just get on with it.
"What the HELL is wrong with this shirt?" he groused. Stupid base laundry. Coudn't get anything right.
"I think you're going to have to start doing something new about shirts," Daniel said softly.
He began to circle around him. Jack monitored him warily in this peripheral vision.
Which was when caught sight of the wings.
He was just freaking out when Daniel touched him. He delicately smoothed his fingers along Jack's lesser coverts, stroking the – Jack flicked out the opposite wing – midnight blue feathers. The light caress sent a shiver through Jack's sternum straight to his gut.
"Maybe something with a halter," Daniel whispered. He completed his circuit, fingers trailing over greater primary coverts and then back over the alula and marginal coverts and across Jack's shoulders to his pectorals. Calluses on skin sent another jolt below the belt.
"You're already thicker here," Daniel mused, palm flattening over Jack's peaking nipple. "Do you think they work?"
He lifted his eyes to Jack's.
Jack flexed his wings experimentally, wondering how he knew what to do, feeling the shift of new, strange, yet strangely familiar musculature. The wings swept forward, tips brushing together, enclosing himself and Daniel in a private world of soft, dark blue.
Daniel's eyes widened as his pupils dilated. Daniel looked good in blue.
I totally blame this post.
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
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Date: 2008-03-05 04:34 pm (UTC)Aside from that? *faints* Oh my.....
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Date: 2008-03-05 04:38 pm (UTC)*catches you*
:)
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Date: 2008-03-05 04:39 pm (UTC)You need to write a whole story with that. Not. Fair.
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Date: 2008-03-05 04:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-05 04:45 pm (UTC)(HA! I knew Jack liked Daniel in blue!)
I knew you could do it!
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Date: 2008-03-05 04:52 pm (UTC)*fans self with midnight blue fan*
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Date: 2008-03-05 04:55 pm (UTC)Thank you for your faith in me. :D
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Date: 2008-03-05 04:57 pm (UTC)Lovely stuff!....thanks
Deeds xx
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Date: 2008-03-05 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-05 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-05 05:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-05 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-05 05:21 pm (UTC)I am so forwarding this to hanarobi. i don't think you have her friended? Do you remember her? Domlij Wingfic????
:D
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Date: 2008-03-05 05:31 pm (UTC)Now write wing!smut-fic. :)
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Date: 2008-03-05 06:26 pm (UTC)He was just freaking out when Daniel touched him.
I can't say why, exactly, I love this line so much. Perhaps because there is so much 'freaking-because-Daniel-touched-him' first-time-ish fic out there, and this is a 'calmed-because-Daniel-touched-him' moment which could be something new or something familiar, but the comfort is there nonetheless. Lovely.
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Date: 2008-03-05 08:02 pm (UTC)Will you just knock it off? I don't have time for another freakin' kink!Pretty. :)
(Until Pepe posted a wing!fic in the last week or so, I'd never even heard of it.)
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Date: 2008-03-05 09:20 pm (UTC)Deeds xx
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Date: 2008-03-05 11:13 pm (UTC)Although, yours it tough to top! (So to speak.) :)
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Date: 2008-03-05 11:45 pm (UTC)and yes, I agree about this kink expansion issue. my closet spilleth over!
may I share your icon? pleasepleasepleasewithsugarontop?
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Date: 2008-03-05 11:46 pm (UTC)*eyes you*
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Date: 2008-03-06 12:24 am (UTC)Yes, my kink
listbooklibrary needs a new wing. :pYep! Icon is shareable, made by
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Date: 2008-03-06 12:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-06 12:57 am (UTC)*dies of guh* SO HOT. *loves love loves*
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Date: 2008-03-06 03:21 am (UTC)I'm sorry, your CJ cannot respond. This is an automated system response. If you are receiving this response, CJ is most likely on the floor twitching. Thank you and have a good day.
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Date: 2008-03-06 03:39 am (UTC):p