Monday, November 28th, 2016 10:06 am
Happy SG-1 Gen Fic Day, everybody!

Comment below with links to new fic, older fic, flashfic, recs, self-recs, meta, picspam, icons, vids, and general squee - anything at all, as long as it's gen and related to SG-1.

The theme of the day is kidfic, including a piping-hot serving of Kidfic Alphabet Soup (perfect for late November!), but any gen work that isn't kidfic is more than welcomed, too.

Soup authors, this is where you should leave a link to your story. If you haven't yet sent me a copy of your story and your TOC entry, please do so.

We are still missing a few letters of Soup, so if you feel like dashing off at least 100 words of gen kidfic (in any definition thereof), comment below for that, too, and I will happily PM you a letter.

Here's to kids. And kidfic. And fic. And gen. And SG-1. :D
Monday, November 28th, 2016 06:06 pm (UTC)
It's hard to beat Nightspear's entry, it's stellar.
Monday, November 28th, 2016 05:54 pm (UTC)
So here are my kidfics. The first is a 21 part series with a down-sized Daniel. The second is a NCIS crossover with a decidedly different littleDaniel.

The Days series

NCIS and Little Daniel

And then I remembered that I'd written a littleJack fic.

Edited 2016-11-28 07:26 pm (UTC)
Monday, November 28th, 2016 09:08 pm (UTC)
Tuesday, November 29th, 2016 03:39 am (UTC)
S is for Shadows and Substance by Thothmes (PG)

Summary: Parenthood is never easy, because you must parent the child in the moment, planning for the future. A look at SG-1 through their parent's eyes.
Word count: 4,501
Characters: Ronac and Teal'c, Jack and his father, Clare and Daniel Jackson, Jacob and Sam Carter
Era: Pre-Series
Categories: Kidfic, Fic, Genfic
Authors notes: No warnings, presented in birth order according to the show's internal clues about the character's ages.

Exerpt: The boy slept, small thumb hanging from the edge of his mouth, dark, soft, whisps of baby hair plastered in sweat across his brow, chubby cheeks moving as if dreaming of sucking from his mother's breast. Ronac felt a pang, a shiver of fear. He was so small. He had no prim'ta to protect him. Many young Jaffa died in the years before they came of age to receive one, as was right and proper, since only the strong should be granted the gift of long life and vibrant health that the gods gave. Ronac had been shocked on his return, when his wife had put this tiny scrap of a thing into his arms.

"He is too small!" he had gasped, and looked at his wife with disapproval. She was tall, among Jaffa women, only a few inches shorter than he himself, but she was slender. Perhaps he should not have married her for her strong character, and her ready smile. Their offspring was small and weak, and would not thrive.

To be found here at my LJ

Or here at my DW
Wednesday, November 30th, 2016 01:21 am (UTC)
Kidfic M is for Méllo
by GateGremlyn

They hadn't planned for this to happen. All the choices hurt.