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Hello, citizens! Let's see how this goes.

This is the NSFW section of the meme. The safe for work post is here.

Meme Rules:

No sex scenes with characters under 17.
Also no on screen depictions of rape.
Weird kinks are fine.
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anything, please, my crops are dying

LETS MCFUCKING GO

In Preface to The Traveler’s Guide to the Two Systems (http://annleckie.tumblr.com/post/135987941906) AL mentioned that in the future the RO2S develop biomech bodies so that ships (and stations?) can have bodies of their own without making ancillaries.

She didn't state when this happened. For the purpose of this prompt, let's stipulate that it was relatively soon after canon -- that it was a pretty easy technological advance given the political will to do the research and development. Maybe something that had been considered already but was more expensive than making ancillaries, particularly given the Radch's treatment of ancillaries as disposable. And let's stipulate that these bodies have human-like senses and erogenous zones.

I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this. And I hope there will be other prompts along these lines. :D

For the purpose of this particular prompt, Breq/Mercy of Kalr/Seivarden are a thing, Breq is uninterested in sex but likes hugs and cosleeping, and Mercy of Kalr is not uninterested in sex and (as in canon) is not at all put off by the idea of humans role-playing as ancillaries.

I am trash.

because sometimes when there's a lot of cultural anxiety happening around a subject, that subject winds up surfacing in the form of "weirdly common porn theme"? so. how much weird, disturbing, inaccurate ancillary-themed porn did the Radch produce during the transition from ancillaries to human soldiers? and who on the Mercy of Kalr crew is kind of into it?

(specifically, does Seivarden stumble across something set in "historical times" featuring a pretty young lieutenant taking scrupulous care of her decade, and spend the whole time torn between 'guiltily turned on' and 'outraged at the historical inaccuracy of the costumes/sets/hairstyles'?)

oh my god yes

I have an idea for a fill, but it involves discussion of past coercive sexual activity (which I don't think anyone involved would describe as rape, but it sure isn't free and enthusiastic consent.) I wouldn't go into graphic details of that part, but it'd be there, and that's not something I want to just spring on someone in a fill without checking in first. What do you think?

(specifically, Seivarden finds Vel's porn stash and is torn between 'guiltily turned on', 'outraged at the historical inaccuracy' and 'becoming slowly aware that she's walked into a minefield re how the crew all act like ancillaries.')

I'll jump in here and clarify that I'd like people to warn for mentioning rape in their fics, but it's not against the rules as long as you're not depicting it. But asking the prompter with something like this is definitely a good idea.

If anyone's read Night's Slow Poison, I'd love a fic where Kels takes off his mask when they're going to have sex and Awt Emnys gets distracted looking at/touching his face, since he's never seen it before.

Thanks for asking, and that wouldn't bother me at all- I mean, I'd be bothered by how *Vel Osck was the fucking worst*, but you know what I mean. (And actually I was already thinking of leaving a prompt about Seivarden trying to tell the difference between 'the Amaats are acting weird, but actually this is just normal behavior in The Future' and 'the Amaats are acting weird because of leftover coping mechanisms they developed to survive my terrible predecessor and the even more terrible previous captain', so.) You should totally go for it!
-op

Inspired by this prompt (https://radchmeme.dreamwidth.org/424.html?thread=5800#cmt5800) on the SFW prompt page.

Omaugh Anaander has a weird crush/sexual obsession with Breq. After the implants are removed, Tisarwat is plagued with lingering secondhand sexual attraction to Breq which she does not want to act on or for Breq to know about.

No actual sex between Tisarwat and Breq, please. Tisarwat guiltily fantasizing is okay.

Thank you. I'll get to work on it.

(This part is all background. It took me this long to get Seivarden watching the porn. Which does not appear in this part.)

Files bloom before my eyes.

"Ship, what's this?"
"You said you were bored, Lieutenant Seivarden."
"Yes, Ship. I also said you could just call me Seivarden from time to time. I meant, what is it?"
"The data space of your predecessor as Amaat lieutenant. It has yet to be sorted."
"Oh. I thought you'd just delete that. I mean... I never asked you to store anything of mine, but I would have thought you wiped her space clean to make room for my data space."

"In fact, I compressed the data and created a new space for your personal data, Lieutenant. But it was the policy of Administration for an outgoing officer's data to be reviewed before deletion."

The old administration, back in civilization. The old civilization -- Breq doesn't want Civilization to be part of our new name. I don't think she'll be able to stop us from being citizens, though. Ship's right, I did that with Captain Seshir's data when I took command of Sword of Nathtas. It was strange and depressing. She had the biggest recipe collection I'd ever seen. She must have been very sick of skel. I asked Ship what recipe it thought the servants would make for her first meal after retirement, and it just said "Captain Seshir's family are still fasting during the mourning period, Captain." I'd forgotten that until now.

"But Ship, don't you know everything that's in that data space? Why do you need me to go through it?" Ship knows I don't mind work, but this is a little ridiculous.
"In fact, I do. But I think it's not a bad idea to have a human officer review it as well."

Right, then. Ship said a human officer, that means "not Breq". And it has some reason besides regulations for me to view the data space of an Amaat lieutenant who was arrested for treason by the Lord of a Radch we've secceded from and certainly can't report back to. I can work this out. "As the ship pleases."

*

Letters from home. Home is someplace I've never heard of, but by everyone else's standard's it doesn't seem to be provincial. Much. Her mother's dead and her grandmother wants to petition the nearest Palace to let her retire and wear Honored Citizen Soandso's clientage pin. Most proper, very beneficial to all, what are you going to do with your life, you've been a lieutenant for... well.

"Ship, is that a normal time to go unpromoted?"
"Yes, actually. The lieutenant was just young enough to miss Shis'urna." And of course, no further opportunities for advancement were forthcoming. Right. "I was not privy to what considerations persuaded Administration to promote her to Amaat lieutenant, of course."
"But you think her house pulled strings."
"Perhaps. It would have been a considerable gamble on their part, if so."

But if Amaat lieutenant on a Mercy was the best they could do for her, because there were no better posts available or because she was so hopeless that she'd already climbed as high as she could go... "Ship, is military officer no longer what a family like that would want for her?"
"When she completed the Aptitudes, twenty years ago, it is my judgement that they would have been very proud. But by the time she finished her training and received her first assignment, matters were different."
"To say nothing of the present. I can't imagine what her grandmother would want for Lieutenant Tivaanr if she was a baby lieutenant today."
"Keep reviewing, Lieutenant."

*

The family letters don't get me any further. A few letters to friends, in which she makes much of all the tea parties she's attended with Captain Vel, give me a clearer picture of where her ambitions lie. And while I never met my predecessor, I did meet her captain. If she liked Vel that much, she'd have liked Vel's politics.
"You've come to a conclusion."
"I think so, Ship. Captain Vel told her a story about bringing the Radch back the way it was, annexations right and left, promotions all over the place, her house proud of her again, and each time the counters landed against her she just kept upping the bet. Probably she hoped Vel would get an even grander promotion after retirement and would be disposed to reward her loyalty. Did I come close?"
"I know of nothing that would contradict that theory."

"Is that what you wanted me to find out, Ship?"
"I'm... not certain. Are you tired?"
"Maybe a little." The language isn't the easiest. I can't blame their accents since it's written down, and they don't use any words I haven't known all my life, but they keep using them in ways I'm not familiar with."
"You haven't examined the lieutenant's video files yet."
"The entertainments?"
"Of a sort."

If Ship wants me to watch entertainments on a very boring shuttle ride and call it work, I'm happy to oblige. I flick my fingers up and to the side. "I'm at the ship's disposal."

*

I scan the titles. From what I can tell, she kept clippings of the most exciting recent announcements by the Lord of the Radch... wait, no, these are clippings made by Captain Vel for Tivaanr to watch. Annotated. After watching which she kept them as some sort of love token. Huh. What else? She asked Ship to pick up a few long-running entertainment serials. And this part's encrypted as if she thought that would matter to Ship or her captain or the reeducators... oh, erotica. All right. Let's see what she has there...

It's a good thing I didn't have a mouthful of tea.
"Lieutenant, are you all right?"
"Fine, Ship, fine. Uh... you can keep going."

Ship resumes the recording without any further comment, which is just as well. Not what I was expecting.

!!!!!Not OP but holy shit. WORLDBUILDING. lots of perfect details. this is amazing already.

The sole m/m ship of this fandom must be filled.

Also this is implying Awt has been on Kels route a few times before right? When you say "never seen his face before"

Thank you! :D :D :D

Either way, it doesn't have to be specified. Just the first time they have sex.

It's nsfw now. Content note for one very brief mention of canon past self-injury, and one veiled allusion to rape during annexation. (I don't know if either of those reach the point where I need to warn for them, but I figure better safe than sorry.) I think there'll be one more part after this, and that'll be the part when Seivarden makes the connection between the porn and Mercy of Kalr's soldiers. I cannot believe I'm writing this.

*

First scene: the heroine is having a dream. String instruments in the soundtrack, to get you thinking of the musicians in the skimpy gloves they wear to play those. Images of sunsets, pounding shores, then cut to her sweating face, eyes closed, head thrown back. More downwell nature imagery. Her bare stomach, the blanket thrown back. Downwell again... oh, there's the lover she left behind her, partially clothed, smiling. Back to the bed. Faint sighs. Her hands clenching on the sheets... the gloves are still on, of course, this is only the first scene.

What made me nearly spit my tea if I hadn't swallowed it just in time is that it's a military bed, ship issue bedsheets. Exactly the same as the one in my quarters. I'm not a stranger to erotic entertainments, but most officers I've known don't watch military-themed erotica. It's never accurate, and there's something improper -- and not in an exciting way -- about watching the ingenue lieutenant with a crush on the captain seduce her commanding officer when you are a lieutenant and have to look your captain in the eye the next day. I suppose Lieutenant Tivaanr felt differently.

The actor is pretty enough in an unmilitary way. No real officer would wear her braids loose pinned-up loops every day, they get caught in things. And you get a headache by the end of the day. Or they fall down during watch, and twenty ancillaries silently turn to stare at you and the hundred commander gets sarcastic. And good grooming is the flower of propriety, but who has time to get up an hour before leading morning prayers, just to sit still while Ship or the soldiers fix your hair? On Justice of Toren, you could tell the really hard drinkers because they wore a military crop.

"Captain!" She wakes up with a start, sits upright, bare to the waist. An extremely unconvincing ancillary is standing over her. "You are needed in the watch room."

The ship is, according to the ancillary's insignia, Sword of Awarath. Which was a real ship from my time, and perhaps still is, somewhere. And the heroine isn't the lieutenant, she's the captain... so it isn't Lieutenant Weak-Knees Makes Good after all. Maybe this one of the ones where she's tormented by a seductive lieutenant but remains true to a vow of abstinence? And joined the military to get away from the lover's importunements? Or a dashing rescue of a grateful prisoner? Hyr, please, let it not be annexation erotica.

The ancillary helps her up. I don't think she really needed Ship to cup her ass in order to get out of bed. She's wearing gauze gloves. Aatr's tits. That's just sleazy. Helps her change her underwear, because she's the sort of officer who needs Ship's help not to trip over her feet getting into her smalls. Which are definitely not ship issue. Now her bandeau, which is also not ship issue, is the wrong size, does not compress anything at all, and is going to hurt like fuck if she gets into action. Well, not the sort of action she's likely to get into in this sort of entertainment. And now her day gloves... oh, you idiot, you let the ancillary touch your hands. Now you're going to have to do an ablution before conducting any official military business.

Some officers, especially the provincial ones who were a bit new to it all, used to over-correct about ritual purity, do ablutions if something unclean touched them at all, even with two layers of cloth between them. My social set were more relaxed about that sort of thing, but I can't think of any officer who'd have thought it was proper to be touched on the hands by uncleanness in gauze gloves.

It's a good thing Breq can't read my mind. I don't think like that any more. I can't, with Breq being Breq. To be honest, I haven't believed in that stuff since I woke up. I'm not sure I ever did, only it seemed like the right thing to do, the thing everyone did. But the things I've done, the places I've been... The first time I admitted that I didn't believe any more, I woke up on some station in the middle of nowhere, and started the morning prayer out of habit then realized I'd forgotten how it went, and that even if I remembered, I was no one's idea of the sword of justice properly wielded. That might have been the first time I broke my hand, I can't remember for sure.

It's shifted to a battle scene. The heroine's in the watch room with more unconvincing ancillaries in revealing uniforms, stumbling around in ways that wouldn't happen even if the gravity did fail. Has the director never been on a shuttle? Stumbling against the heroine, who gasps poutily, then shows an unmilitary level of fear while ordering Ship to take evasive manouvers. Word for word, that's what she says. "Take evasive manouvers." Which ones, you idiot? Then symbolic explosions cutting in and out with, what else, daydreams of her lover again. And then blacks out.

I suppose I should be angry or upset. For my old ship and crew's sake if not mine. But it's so ridiculous, and not laughing won't make poor Sword of Nathtas any less gone. She wakes up in Medical, and I'm annoyed to find that that's the first genuine erotic charge I get from this whole performance. Breq's influence, of course. I've come to associate sickbed vigils with strong emotion, intense relief, and unprecedented levels of touch. Another reason to thank Amaat she can't read my mind.

The heroine sits halfway up, so that the viewer can see everything from the tops of her thighs up. The ancillary tries to urge her to lie back down, succeeds in giving a better viewing angle. Where's the ship's medic? Who knows? "Is the battle over? Is the ship all right? Are our enemies defeated?"
"All is well, Captain. We won, and you were the only one injured."

Dramatic close-up, with musical accompaniment, on the ancillary's arm where it rests on the heroine's shoulder. Her gloves are too short, and so are her sleeves. There's bare skin showing, and a very bad make-up job at bruising.
"But your wrist! It is sprained, is it not?" I think her accent is supposed to sound like mine. It doesn't.
"Never fear, Captain. I have many bodies, and it matters little if one is incapacitated."
"Not to me, Awarath. Without your bodies, where would I be? For what is a ship without soldiers, and what is a captain without her ship? Quick, a corrective. I will put it on you myself." Where is the medic, anyway?

The heroine applies the promised corrective, or something that looks nothing like even a civilian one, in dramatic close-up. With bare hands! We must be near the main event by now. As her hands touch the ancillary's wrist, the picture cuts away again to her lover, and then back again.

"I know what you're thinking," the ancillary says.
The heroine looks away demurely.
"Your pulse is elevated so much you must be able to feel it yourself." She takes the heroine's bare hand and lifts it to her throat, to feel her own pulse. The heroine sighs dramatically.
"You must miss her very much," the ancillary says. I can't tell if her delivery is like that because she's trying to imitate an ancillary or because she's just a terrible actor.
The heroine gasps poutily again. "Awarath One, when did I speak of her?"
"You cried out for her in your delirium." Oh please. Nobody has delirium in fucking suspension.

"Oh Awarath One," the heroine says. "I have tried so to forget her."
"Let me help," the ancillary says. Places her hand on the heroine's bare hip.
"But Awarath! Is this what a good captain would do?"
"It hurts me to know that you are troubled, Captain. Let me give you ease, that I may rest as well," the ancillary says. Now she just sounds bored.
"If I am troubling you as well, Awarath... very well, then." Her voice trembles in a way that might be intended to be erotic or might mean the actor is trying not to laugh. She flings her head back, the picture cuts to her lover one more time, and then it's the ancillary kneeling down to bring her face and hands nearer to the heroine's groin.

Neatly trimmed pubes. Back in my day soldiers had depilatory implants everywhere, not just on faces, but that seems to have changed. I'd noticed that before now. It's hotter than I thought it would be.

The ancillary parts the heroine's folds with her bare fingers. Her glans is finger-length -- just large enough, when engorged, to take fully into the mouth, and no larger. The ancillary breathes on it, then licks the tip while she moves her fingers down to press just above the glans, where the hood would be if it were intact. She moves her other hand back to the heroine's second hole, already slick for her.

I sit up straighter in Mercy of Kalr's shuttle. This should not be doing anything for me. Sex is sex, I suppose, but it's really terrible erotica, wrong in every possible dimension, and what would Breq think? Does she know what I'm watching, what I'm feeling now? I don't want her to know. I don't want to be turned on by this. Especially not on a fucking shuttle. Not that I haven't ever watched erotica on a shuttle before, but... I've never watched erotica on a military shuttle before. Civilian doesn't count. This is simply improper, and I will not allow any benefit to accrue. I cross my legs viciously hard.

Oh my god this is amazing

Good lord this is amazing. I can only imagine MoK smug as hell watching this lmao.

Poor young Seivarden- but I'm sure her braids looked very nice when they were up properly!

This is just what I was picturing but better, oh my god. She's so beautifully judgmental! And has apparently caught enough military porn to be familiar with the cliches, improper or not, hah. I love that there's "sticking to chastity vows despite sexy temptation!" porn in the Radch- in fact all the cultural stuff is great. And the porn dialogue is oozing "alternately over- and under-acted" in a very realistic manner :D -op again

i'm fucking doing this

----

It was five months and twenty three days after I found Seivarden on Nilt and four weeks into our second inter-station voyage that she began acting more oddly than usual. She was irritable and fidgety as she hadn't been in a while, and disappeared halfway through the ship's communal lunch. I found her back in our quarters asleep, or at least trying to be. I sat down on the floor by the door and prayed to She Who Sprang From the Lily, and I heard Seivarden's breath even out into genuine sleep. Probably during her time out of the Radch she had picked up the ability to sleep whenever she got the chance, even as she lost control of her body and mind in other ways.

Seven hours later she woke up, had dinner (still fidgety) and stayed long enough in the sanitary facilities that another passenger began to bang on the door and I had to tell her to come out. My clothes were unwashed and the tea set dirty but I did not chide her for ignoring her duties which were after all self imposed. I looked at her closely and saw that she was flushed, and when I put a hand on her forehead it was hot.

Sickness is more serious for Radchaai than it is for some other people, simply because it so rarely happens. If Seivarden had picked up something her implants couldn't deal with, she might need more advanced medical care than was available on this small ship. That wouldn't be available for another two weeks. At least a fever meant her immune system had noticed the bug and was fighting it.

"Lie down," I said. "I'll make the tea."

She frowned at me, and seven seconds later said, "Breq, I'm not sick."

That unusually long pause contradicted her statement. I considered telling her not to be stupid, but instead said, "Indulge me."

She went to her pallet, but instead of lying down she sat with her knees pulled up against her chest, arms tightly squeezing her legs. She didn't look at me. Seemed to be focusing on breathing slowly.

I made the tea, the process still almost automatic, body memory that didn't come from this body. We were both silent as the water boiled. I let the tea brew, then poured a bowl and handed it to Seivarden. She flinched violently when our bare fingers touched, and then yelped as hot tea splashed on her legs. "Fuck!"

I brought her a towel. "You should change into dry clothes," I said. She stared at me as though I'd told her to walk out the nearest airlock. I sighed. "Drink your tea." There was still an ounce or two of tea in the bowl.

She drank the tea, looking away from me again. It occurred to me that she might not be sick, but rather having a withdrawal relapse. That would be unpleasant, but probably manageable. Still- the possibility of illness couldn't be safely ignored.

"I'm going to ask the captain for an internal to measure your temperature," I said, standing up.

"Breq," she protested.

"If you have a virus, it might threaten the safety of everyone on this ship."

"Breq!"

I stopped, surprised. Turned back to her.

"I'm not sick, Breq!"

"How can you be sure of that?" I asked, reasonably.

She closed her eyes. "Aatr's tits, are you really going to make me say it?"

I couldn't think of a sensible answer to that, so I simply waited, silently.

She groaned, put down her tea bowl, and bent over to rest her head on her knees, face hidden. "There is a more common explanation for a higher temperature, you know. Or do they not have cycles in the Gerentate?" This last with extreme sarcasm, which I could not appreciate because I was still trying to process her words.

Oh.

I wanted to make a list of all the tiny details in this that I love but they're just all so good. I love your Seivarden pov, how there are details that remind the reader that it's very much Seivarden narrating.

original prompter here, i'm really into this, nice

"This is simply improper, and I will not allow any benefit to accrue." LOL GOD THIS IS AMAZING

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