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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.
  • Post your prompt with the characters or ship in the title and the details in the body.
  • You can post anonymous or not, whichever you'd like.
  • Content warnings on fills, please.
  • Fanart, fanfic, or any other kind of creative work all welcome. No minimum word count for fills.
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  • Don't repost prompts unless we start a new post.
  • Feel free to post your fills elsewhere as well. If a fill is extremely long you’re welcome to just post it elsewhere and link it in your fill comment.
  • If there's a problem, I'd rather you PM me or take it to the discussion post than start an argument in the comments.
  • Be proper, just and beneficial, citizens.
  • Stick to Ann Leckie's pronouns except for non-Radchaai characters in a non-Radchaai perspective.


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Have fun!


From: (Anonymous)
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.
From: (Anonymous)
Oh my god this is amazing
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From: [personal profile] mawgs
Good lord this is amazing. I can only imagine MoK smug as hell watching this lmao.
From: (Anonymous)
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
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you, op! I'm so glad it was what you wanted. I haven't tried writing Seivarden's POV in first person before, and now I wonder why I took so long. She's so much fun. And writing the porn was fun too. I just want all the Radchaai entertainments. In fact... *goes to sfw prompt page*
From: (Anonymous)
"This is simply improper, and I will not allow any benefit to accrue." LOL GOD THIS IS AMAZING
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you, that's the line I'm proudest of in this whole mess.


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