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daisychainsandbowties · 10 months

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5, 9 and 13 for the fic asks? Hope you're having a wonderful day!

5. what's a fic idea you've had that you will never write?

i have so many fic idea swimming around in my head that i will definitely never have time to write but.

i do have a fighter pilot au (who am i kidding a Battlestar Galactica au) where Ava's an ace pilot sent out in an experimental ship to look for safe harbor after human civilization is decimated; only 50,000 living souls left alive out of billions. the first jump carries them into deep space.

Bea's is an expert navigator and astrobiologist, sent along with Ava to keep an eye on her, since Ava's famously reckless and spent basically every other night in the brig back on the Galactica. but Bea's also the science officer, tasked with seeking out habitable planets for an initial attempt at seeding human colonies as far from the ruins of civilization as possible. the idea would be to give them the ability to contact each other, but leave warnings about the Cylons, warnings to never go back.

they have a larger freighter-style ship capable of supporting them for... as long as it takes, complete with a lab (for Bea) and a starfighter (so that Ava can immediately destroy any Cylon scout ship that makes visual contact with them). they have equipment Bea can use to study any habitable planet they find, to set up shop on the surface for the several weeks it takes to fully bio-map and geologically assess the landscape. once they set down a beacon, hopefully the signal can reach the people working on the Dandelion Pods that Beatrice created - ships that can follow their trail and carry the 500 or so people needed for a viable population to the planets they've earmarked.

it ends up taking them far away from the fighting, Ava picking off one or two scouts who locate their signature before it fades out of sight. then it's her mechanical skills that help, fixing the ship as it breaks, setting up systems they didn't have the time to anticipate the need for.

just... quiet, and fathomless space. the two of them growing closer, Bea's initial wariness giving way to fondness, to something more. huddling for warmth when they have to all but power down the ship to avoid creating a heat signature when the Cylons scan into deep space for survivors.

they're the last hope for humanity, adrift out in the stars with Bea growing veggies in planter pots because "access to fresh food has been proven to promote psychological health" "sorry professor. i won't make fun of your beets ever again"

Ava buffing her fighter and Beatrice watching her check the weapons systems and paint new, lurid designs on the wings, hoping desperately that they never have to use it, that they're never found, (that they never have to go back).

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you've written?

yes i write every day unless i have bad pain or brain fog, but even if it's just a sentence i like to write Something because i couldn't for years & i'm trying to make up for lost time lmao.

a sentence:

"She sat with the paper bag of chocolates cupped in her palms and thought of how the vendor touched them all with his bare fingers, once or twice raising them to wipe at the sweat in his hair, and how the vents rattled, pumping recycled air into that deep space, little ribbons on the grilles to show everyone that the air was flowing, to warn them when it stopped."

13: How much planning do you do before writing?

i think about my WIPs when i'm out walking sometimes, but i never write anything down, believing foolishly that if a plot point or a scene or a line is good enough i'll remember it, or that when i sit down to write it'll reassert itself as a natural part of the narrative. aside from that, all i work with is a first line and a vague concept and i much prefer it that way.

#ty for the ask dren!!#ask meme #bsg au #(prayer circle for me to stay 200000000 feet away from writing it)

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madamairlock · 4 months

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To celebrate all the amazing new Mary photos we got today, here's the final chapter of Beneath the Desert Stars.

#kaitlin writes #bsg #battlestar galactica #battlegal #smitten for mary mcdonnell #wild west #wild west au

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caitylove · 13 days

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003) Rating: Mature Relationships: William Adama/Laura Roslin, Lee "Apollo" Adama/Kara "Starbuck" Thrace, Anastasia "Dee" Dualla/Billy Keikeya, Ellen Tigh/Saul Tigh Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, canon typical angst, Canon Rewrite, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Cycle of Time, all of this has happened before and all of this will happen again, canon remix, Dialogue: Symposium (Dialogues - Plato), Angst, Slow Burn, adventure and intrigue, Introspection, some philosophy mixed in, Allegory of the Cave (Dialogues - Plato), References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Summary:

All of this has happened before, and all of this will happen again. And this time, the Gods had gifted the marks to the Thirteen. A soulmate remix of Bill and Laura, and their ragtag fleet's, adventures across the stars.

#battlestar galactica #bsg #spaceparents #laura roslin #bill adama #fanfiction #adama/roslin #roslin x adama #soulmates #soulmates au #slow burn #my writing

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justonemorewallflower · 10 days

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For all my Kara x Lee/Starpollo shippers/readers, I want to know which of these ideas you'd prefer to see more.

It's a patient/nurse au and either:

1. Kara as a reluctant bedridden patient who's annoyed she has nothing to do (or at least nothing she wants to do) and is snappy with nearly everyone and Lee as the only nurse that has continued to treat her well despite her behavior. (And he falls for her because he agrees to stay and talk to her sometimes when she has nothing to do and learns more about her than just the tough exterior she puts on).

2. Lee as a recurring stubborn patient who always insists he's fine (when he's not) and Kara as a blunt and rough around the edges nurse that doesn't baby her patients and eventually starts teasing him about how he keeps coming back, "I'm starting to think you keep getting injured on purpose just to see me again."

As for time periods I really like the idea of #2. with Lee being a soldier in World War 2 and Kara being one of the war nurses (bonus, she was engaged to Zak but he died in the war, a twist could be he and Lee are related like in canon so when she gets Lee as one of her patients she kind of already knows him but he doesn't really know her because Zak died shortly after their engagement/before he met Kara).

And I feel like #1. would be more of a modern one with Lee being a nurse because I think male nurses weren't really common until later on, or at least it wasn't really a thing during the World War 2 time period.

But yeah, let me know which idea you'd like to see more!!! I may just end up writing both because I have no self control lol but even if I end up doing that this will help me to know which one to do first as I'm curious which one you guys would like to see more/are more intrigued by!

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madelineusherspearls · 2 months

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#beaches au #spaceparents #bsg #fic

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tsuga-of-mars · 1 year

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GALLACRAFTS || THEME 18 || SHORT KING

This month was a @gallacrafts based on a one-shot. No surprise, I picked a space themed fic.

I give you a Flirty Pilot Ian and Mechanic Mickey from @the-rat-wins / the_rat_wins space AU Flyboy and the Gearhead! I had read this for the first time in Dec and loved it so much. I had saved its as Gallavich meets Battlestar Galactica, which also inspired me to include my BSG model as Ian's ship.

#gallavich #gallacrafts #theme 18 #Flyboy Ian #Gearhead Mickey #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #Gallavich meets BSG #short king #gallavich art #tsuga-of-mars #I love space AUs

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curioussubjects · 1 year

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The Torn-Up Road: Part V [feat. Maelstrom (good ending version)]

Previous: Part I • Part II • Part III • Part IV

#battlestar galactica #kara thrace #lee adama #starpollo #bsg #bsgedit #my edits #IT'S DONE!!!#hahahaaaaa /keels over #pilots are so in love with each other it makes them look stupid #i wanted to give pilots a happy hopeful ending with this edit so i did #bless the original maelstrom ending for existing so that this is only sort of kind of au lol lmao #or well “existing”....the idea of it is out there is what i mean #the LORE #may or may not also be inspired by the elusive maelstrom fix it forever in my wip folder #rip me bsg blogging in 2022

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shadowsong26fic · 8 months

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Thumbprint AU (aka BSG Soulmate AU) additional ramblings

Last night, I was explaining some of the concepts behind this fic to my roommate. So, naturally, rather than working towards anything I actually am writing/planning to write, my brain was still on that track and fleshing out some of the other details/thinking about some of the Impacts moving forward XD

Brief background, for those who don't actually want to dive into the fic: it's one of the ones I wrote for Year of the OTP, it's a BSG Soulmate AU.

I'm...generally not actually super into soulmate AUs, unless they're baked into the worldbuilding of the story itself (i.e., some fairy-tale retellings trend in this direction; heavily prophecy-based settings; lifebonds in the Valdemar series; the Sun-blessed and shadow in Starless which I'm currently rereading...)

But in this particular universe, I think they're interesting. Not because of the way prophecy and destiny work--in fact, I'm not even really touching on that side of things. Mostly I was interested because of how that might impact any among the Significant Seven, given the culture they exist in. Specifically Caprica and Athena. (I'm writing Caprica/Baltar for the challenge; but there are other soulmate sets I'm interested in.)

Anyway, the rules I came up with:

Not everyone has a soulmate

It is possible to have multiple soulmates 2a. They do not necessarily have to be each other's soulmates

It is possible to have platonic soulmates

The mark is your soulmate's thumbprint; the location varies

The marks appear after both (or all) parties involved have reached an emotional point of no return, which is why it's so inconsistent.

I've picked out five soulmate relationships for this AU, though I'm not sure I'll actually write anything further about them, but just for reference:

Gaius and Caprica

Helo and Athena

Bill and Saul (platonic)

Bill and Laura

Saul and Ellen

Some further thoughts behind the cut

So, starting with Gaius and Caprica - His emotional point of no return is giving her the codes/granting access. - Hers is her confession - This means, as shown in the one-shot already written, their marks appear during/after the chaos of the attacks. - Hers is on her thigh - I did put some thought into the locations of these marks; sometimes there is a level of Meaning that I can articulate, sometimes it's just Vibes. In this case, it's...sort of both? In that it's something that you generally have to be already intimate with her to know. - She notices it as soon as she downloads. - His is on his collarbone - The placement here is that--it's something that's generally covered up, or easy to cover up without looking like you're Actively Hiding Something...but it's also fairly easy to uncover. Once it is, it's something he can explain away (or at least cut off any further questions). For once, by telling the actual truth--his soulmate isn't in the Fleet. (No one's really going to follow up on that.) - This might impact how things fall out between him and Kara. - I'm...actually not sure when he notices. Unless Head!Six points it out, for the first couple of days he might assume it's a random bruise...except it's a pretty specific shape, and then it doesn't fade... - Other potential threads/directions this could go: - Possibly Caprica's alliance with Boomer breaks down faster. Boomer does not have a thumbprint. - This might impact Gaius's relationship with Gina (at least once she's out of her cell/after the actual Pegasus/Resurrection Ship arc; I...don't think it'll necessarily cut through the tangle of Everything Else in the moment, but in the aftermath). - It doesn't really affect things with Head!Six or Head!Baltar, I don't think. They're already...A Lot.

Bill and Saul - So, 95% of the reason why I'm including them is to highlight some of the Rules of this AU (i.e., platonic soulmates are Also a thing; you can have multiple soulmates who aren't necessarily tied to each other as well as you) - Also, it's frankly hilarious to have a cluster where Several of the people involved despise several of the others XD - Bill's mark is on his shoulderblade; Saul's is on his bicep. - Saul's is entirely Vibes; Bill's is because Saul always has his back. - I don't know when the marks appeared, in part because parsing the timelines here is. Complicated. Also don't know the specifics behind their points of no return, but oh well. It doesn't...super matter by the time the series starts, I don't think? - (I am considering adding Felix and Dee to the list as another pair of platonic soulmates, because their relationship definitely could be written that way? But I haven't explored it much/don't have any real thoughts on it).

Bill and Laura - Their point of no return is actually a shared one! It's on Kobol. - They're also (probably) the only ones with a shared point of no return. Make of that what you will XD - Her mark is at the pulse point on her left wrist. - Mostly Vibes here. - His I keep changing my mind on where it should be...any suggestions? - (I love these two, I very much enjoy reading about them; but I don't actually write them myself very often hence not a lot of Fleshed Out Details here)

Saul and Ellen - I'm pretty sure they woke up in their new lives with their marks and it was built into their new personas as a result, but. uh. yeah, who the frak knows, anything to do with the personal timelines of the Final Five is. a Mess. - His is right over his sternum; hers is at the nape of her neck. - Pretty much entirely Vibes here. - They're included in part for some of the same reasons Bill and Saul are included, in part because my best beloved 2000-year-old dysfunctional robot drunks in love (every time I rewatch the series, I like them more and more; particularly Saul), in part because "you guys are horrifically toxic in a way that strangely works; you are perfect for each other; please never involve anyone else in your bullshit.) - (But, of course, other people are involved in their bullshit XD Bill, Sam/Chief/Tory...)

Helo and Athena - Okay, so here's where things could Really Go Places in terms of AU/canon divergence. - Athena's point of no return, obviously, is her decision to take Helo and run rather than sticking with the plan. - His is actually after that, during the confrontation with Kara when he stops Kara from killing Athena. - You'd think it would be earlier, that point where he turns back to rescue her rather than continuing on on his own. There's two reasons why I'm going here: - First, it actually genuinely makes sense to me. There's the complications with (as far as he knows) her prior relationship with Chief. Then there's the whole Reveal. It's not until Kara is threatening her that he has this moment of Clarity and realizes that--whatever else is going on, whatever other complications there are, he needs this Sharon in his life. One way or another. No matter the cost. - Second, it's for Storytelling Reasons, which I'll come back to in a second. - Both of their marks are actually visible unless they are Actively Covering Them Up. - Athena's is on the back of her hand. - Helo's is on his cheekbone. - Which brings me back to the second point for putting Helo's point of no return where it is. - Because the marks appear once both parties have crossed that line. - Which means Kara actually sees Helo's mark appear. - Obviously, this has a huge impact on everything when they get back to the Fleet. - The first instinct, of course, is that the marks are fake--tattooed on or something. - But Kara actually witnessed when Helo was marked. - Also, any infiltration attempts by Athena get. A little more complicated. - ...I don't actually have a plan or anything, lol, just. Hoo Boy That Changes Things.

...so, yeah, that's where I am. XD I don't know that I'm actually going to write any of this (I have other projects that interest me more), but I figured getting it down on paper, so to speak, and out of my head was a good place to start!

#shadowsong writes bsg #au outlines for the win

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bambi-kinos · 3 months

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Footsteps in the Snow - Oblivion // Masayoshi Soken (Final Fantasy XIV)

#music #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #bsg inspired au #Youtube

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kadi219 · 1 year

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“We’re getting closer to that nebula,” he reminded her, “if it is the next stop on the road to earth, it stands to reason, logic aside, that’s why the visions have started again.”

“If that’s true,” she whispered, “if I am the bridge between our people and what they are to become, then this war is destined to come to a catastrophic end.” That was the only interpretation she could derive based on the ruined image of Galactica that was now stuck in her head.

“It’s possible,” he said slowly, choosing his words as carefully as he could, and trying to separate the evidence of what was occurring from his own anti-deistic beliefs, “that if Pythia foretold our own caravan, then her prophecy was a warning. If there were gods living among humans on Kobol, they allowed the first exodus, and remained on Kobol to watch over their human children from afar. We repeated their mistakes, greed and hedonism, and a flight to the stars in search of a new home, with the blaze surging behind us. An anointed dying leader, to draw parallels from their written warnings, but in the original tale, the leader did not enter the promised land. She speaks in past tense, there is no mention of an impossible cure taken from a child that shouldn’t be able to exist. If you think of the parables and metaphors of religion as lessons and warnings, then yes, unheeded, all of this will happen again. If you believe in the gods, then it stands to reason, to see humanity safely delivered, we’d need a guide. Not a priestess or an oracle, someone more real, someone even the nonbelievers could relate to. A teacher, to guide humanity across the stars.”

#bsg #fanfic #AU #crazy in my head #twin made me do it #why why dammit why #WIP #Roslin/Adama #coming soon #maybe #not my usual sandbox

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madamairlock · 5 months

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#kaitlin writes #battlegal #bsg #battlestar galactica #wild west #wild west au #chapter three!#we're halfway there #maybe #some friday night/weekend reading for ya'll

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baltears · 1 year

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hmhmmmmm..... bsg au where joe married fidelia instead of evelyn and the adamas remained a mob family prior to the fall............

#it doesnt make sense but like let me have this. they were like SONS to the guatrau. im OWED my organized crime au #bsg #caprica

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justonemorewallflower · 16 days

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Ohhh tell me about God's Worst Angel , cause I just love that title

Yes! This is one of the few titles I'm very proud of as I feel it sums it up very well.

It's an AU I started writing based off a prompt I saw here on Tumblr one day that was: "Sometimes guardian angels don't always have a lovely singing voice and a set of fluffy wings, sometimes they have a deep frown on their face and a very bad attitude." Credit: @creativepromptsforwriting

So I took that as my inspo and just changed the second half: "Sometimes guardian angels don't always have a beautiful singing voice and a set of fluffy wings, sometimes they have a bad attitude and sad secrets."

That was the case for Lee Adama and his guardian angel Starbuck.

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It's a modern AU and reincarnation AU, also a soulmate AU if you really wanna get into it

Basically the main idea is this takes place like thousands of years after the end of Battlestar and Lee has been reincarnated. But Kara has not, she's still existing as an angel like she was at the end of the show. God or whatever higher being in charge of the angels gives her the task to be Lee's guardian angel and she is initially upset by that as she's still super hung up over him (her having not had the chance to reincarnate and have another chance at being with him yet has also left her kinda bitter) but she agrees anyway.

Being an angel that helps guide a human there are certain rules she needs to follow (like limited visits/only when he truly needs her help, not much physical contact, etc). but she tries to bend and break them, her feelings for Lee not helping her to take her job as seriously as she should and her personal feelings getting in the way (all the while Lee is oblivious as he doesn't have any recollection of his past life that had her in it).

God eventually gets to a point where he has had enough of her breaking the rules and he gives her the choice to choose between continuing to do so and not having the chance to reincarnate again for a very very very long time/to basically be stuck as only an angel or to actually follow the rules and finally get reincarnated within the next 500 years. All the while Lee has to try and figure out why his guardian angel is so damn familiar and why he cannot stop thinking about her no matter how hard he tries to distract himself.

Sorry if I went way too into explaining it I am very passionate about this wip because it's an excellent balance of humor and hurt and it's been very fun to write so far!

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thevulcanbobdylan · 2 years

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Tropes ask meme: 25, 30, 70, 86😇

25. writers

30. enemies to lovers / lovers to enemies

70. rivalry

86. in a library

I'm legit sorry this just took over my brain all morning and turned into 1800 words of random AU fluff

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It wasn't unusual to see the old library nearly empty. A skeleton crew of bored staff manned the front desk, fielding a paltry trickle of customers for the book sale. Far at the back of the open ground floor, a few students occupied the tables set at intervals between the stacks, and the smell of their coffee mingled faintly with the scent of paper and the tangy notes of musty old building.

The coffee had been brought from outside, of course - this place had never boasted anything so modern as a cafe. The old brutalist structure looked more like a parking garage than an institution of learning, an immense cube of concrete and narrow, black windows. Outside, the usual gaggle of homeless guys and skateboarders maintained their territory on the front steps. It made no difference to them that the old place was closing.

Bill had already toured the new building, a big inviting space, full of comfortable furniture and conference rooms, and glittering with the latest technology. It was, by every objective measure, ideal. He pressed a button for the shaky old elevator. Perfectly designed to facilitate bullshit. The new library had nothing on this one, deep and dim and vaguely threatening. He chuckled to himself as he stepped into the ancient lift, its fluorescent light buzzing and glitching. A library should be a challenge. "Come claim my magic, if you dare."

Bill didn't really want anything from the book sale. His home, not to mention his office at the university, was stacked and piled with all manner of volumes, from rare first editions to signed copies of the latest novels, the works of friends and former students. There was, however, something of interest up on the third floor, assuming it was still there. The elevator rumbled to a stop and for a second, Bill wasn't sure the doors would actually open. They did, and he emerged into one of his favorite sanctuaries - the top floor of the library, where the music collection was housed.

Music was all digital today - even the library could let out digital albums for temporary download on the device of the listener's choosing. Bill hadn't seen another living soul on this floor of the library since he was a kid. Maybe that's what made it his favorite haunt. That, and John Wesley Harding.

If he'd been a purist - if it had really been about the music at all - he would've bought the album on vinyl. He hadn't; in fact, he wasn't even sure he'd ever streamed the entire thing in digital form either. But the fact remained that the first time he'd heard All Along the Watchtower had been here, snapping the cassette into his walkman, hunched over a little table, puffy black headphones drowning out the world, age - damn, would he have been nineteen?

A die hard Dylan fan for life after that moment, he often found himself returning to the song at significant moments, though the years had brought him through an array of other favorites. Watchtower had awakened something in him, like a switch flipped. It was when he knew he was going to be a writer.

He rounded the corner and emerged into the big room with the chipped wooden rack of cassettes at its center. Two steps, and he stopped short, heart in his throat - what the frak is she doing here?

It was an utter affront to his sanctuary to find her in the middle of it, red waves cascading over her shoulders, her lithe figure all but hidden under a neat, stylish suit. He tried, and mostly failed, to refrain from looking her up and down. Surprise flashed across her face, the look of someone caught red-handed, but it was instantly smoothed over into her characteristic hauteur.

She was standing over the cassette rack, thumbing through the D's, seemingly casually. Bill stood frozen as she flipped past a few more tapes.

"Professor Adama," she said languidly. It was how she always addressed him when they were about to do battle.

"Miss Roslin," he replied coolly. "Never seen you up here before."

"As much as I hate to admit it, I've never actually been up here." She punctuated this with the tapping sound of flipping past a few more cassettes, only meeting his eyes for a second before returning to her search.

"Looking for anything in particular?" He didn't know why he felt they were already fencing - what the frak was she doing?

"Ah! Found it." Her eyes went absolutely devilish, and the black of her pupils against the flush of her cheeks lent her a sultriness that tempered Bill's irritation with something a shade warmer.

She was holding up a cassette between two fingers, and even at this distance Bill recognized John Wesley Harding.

He parried. "What's that? Favorite of yours?"

But she had him, and she knew it. "Oh, quite the opposite, I should think. Something new I was thinking about picking up."

He snorted. "On cassette? And heavily used, at that? What's the game here, Laura?"

He held his breath, a second too late. He'd given himself away entirely by using her first name, and an impish grin spread over her features.

"I knew it," she said softly. "You know, your debut novel is hard to find these days."

He groaned internally. It wasn't exactly intentional, but he was perfectly happy with letting that particular work fade into obscurity.

"But I'm nothing if not thorough," she went on. She was enjoying herself, and if it was anyone else so completely bested by her, he would've enjoyed the spectacle. As it was, he could only thank the gods no one was around to witness this.

"Of course, the novel only led me here. It took a fair amount more research to find my way to this." She waved the cassette. "The dedication of your masters thesis, wasn't it?"

He was losing patience. "What's your point?"

She shrugged. "I figured it was time I brushed up on your work, that's all. Especially with you heading up the dedication of the new library and all."

"Hey, you know I had nothing to do with that."

She shrugged again, but her playfulness seemed to waver just a fraction. "No hard feelings. It's not the first time I've been asked to step down from one thing or another, on the heels of some book controversy."

He softened. He was on her side, in this case - a rare convergence of their opinions, not that it helped anything. "Well when the work is as, uh, political as yours is -"

She gestured with the cassette to cut him off. "Like I said, no hard feelings." There was a sigh in her voice. No hard feelings, perhaps, but clearly there were feelings of some sort. He found himself watching the corner of her lips, turned down slightly. There was tension in her face, and resignation.

"So you figured out my favorite album and my childhood hideout," he admitted. "Are you done?" And then, because she was being uncharacteristically open with him, and because he needed the damn cassette - "Are you gonna let me have that?"

Her devilish smirk returned. "Maybe." She rounded the corner of the cassette rack and sauntered toward him with a sway in her hips that dared him to look.

Standing much too close, she tapped the plastic case against his chest. He reached up, but she snatched it away.

"We haven't always seen eye to eye," she mused, her gaze lingering somewhere a few inches below his eyes. "But I'm sure it's obvious to you, as it is to me, that you and I are - shall we say, intellectual equals?"

He made a noncommittal sound in response, somewhere between a grunt and a chuckle. "And?"

"Well, you won this round, Adama. I didn't want you to think you'd won the war."

She waved the cassette in front of his nose before brushing past him and making her way toward the elevator.

"What are you gonna do with that?" he half-pleaded to her retreating back.

She stopped and turned, standing directly under one of the old recessed lights, which illuminated her hair in a vibrant halo. If he didn't have an entire class practically dedicated to refuting her work, he might've enjoyed the sight of her - the sparkle of her eyes - the curve of her body.

"I thought I'd see how badly you really wanted it."

She shoved the cassette deep into the pocket of her blazer, and stepped through the open doors of the elevator.

He was on her in a heartbeat. It took a significant amount of muscle to keep the heavy doors from rumbling shut, but he put his back into it and shoved them open. The elevator car responded with a sickening lurch, and Roslin gave a breathless, almost hysterical giggle.

"Did you break it?"

When he said "I don't care," he spoke the words directly into her mouth, crushing her against the carpeted wall of the lift, one hand stealing up her ribs while the other plunged into her pocket.

She grabbed his wrist. "Not so fast." He could hear the smile in her voice, but couldn't see it, his face being buried in the soft, perfumed skin of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. No longer speaking at tomorrow's dedication - she wouldn't need to be overly presentable.

"I want that tape," he growled, abandoning her pocket to slide both hands under her blouse. The heat of her skin flipped a switch in him just as firmly as his favorite song did, and if her little gasp was any indication, she was having a similar awakening.

"Then earn it." She practically moaned the words, and he freed both of her breasts from the cups of her silky black bra and bent to take a dark, peaky nipple between his teeth.

"Get ready to be schooled, Miss Roslin," he mumbled around the sweet taste of her skin, and her thigh found its way between his legs, where she hummed in acknowledgement of his growing arousal.

The elevator lurched again, and the doors suddenly ground shut. They were moving. She gave a little shriek as they jumped apart, the color draining from her face as she struggled to right her bra and blouse, and he awkwardly adjusted his trousers.

When the doors creaked open, there was no sign of their moment of indelicate engagement. Heads bowed, they emerged to make room for a group of students entering the elevator on the ground floor. Side by side, they made their way across the big open room.

After walking a moment in silence, Bill reached over and slid his hand into her pocket. There he found the cassette. Her fingers brushed his around it.

Near the front desk, they paused and shared a glance, still joined by their hands clasped in her pocket.

Her lips parted and she took a breath, considering her words. Then she nodded toward the big front doors, and a little of her old devilishness stole across her face.

"There must be some kind of way out of here," she teased.

She didn't have to tell him twice. He was leading her to his car a heartbeat later, still holding the cassette, still holding her by the hand.

#roslin x adama #bsg fanfiction #writing prompts #au fanfiction #library au

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