“Didn’t know you were gonna be dragging me up against so many of these ugly sons of bit..er, these ugly brutes.” MacCready remarks, nose wrinkling a little as he kicks at the bloody, fleshy chunks at his feet (which was all that remained of the Super Mutant Suicider he’d blown up with a well-aimed shot to the creature's mini Nuke). “Startin’ to think I should’ve charged you more.”
Blaise doesn’t respond at first, instead kneeling beside the corpse of another fallen Super Mutant to search through the shallow pockets of the creature’s worn scraps of clothing. He doesn’t seem to find much beyond a few more stray bullets for his rifle, which was pretty much all that MacCready had found too, but that was better than nothing. He watches as Blaise pockets the ammo and wipes a few beads of sweat from his brow before turning to face him. “I told you we’d be going through the Commons, MacCready.”
“Yeah, but when you said that I didn’t think you were actually dumb enough to go through with it.” MacCready huffs, drawing back a little sheepishly when Blaise frowns, one of his dark eyebrows lifting. “I mean, most folks around here know to avoid the commons unless you like Mutants, Ferals, and Raiders comin’ at you from all sides.”
“Well then, we just made this street a little safer for the next person to come along.” Blaise says, his mouth quirking up into a slight smile, and it takes everything MacCready has to not roll his eyes.
Blaise was turning out to be an.. unexpected encounter to say the least. MacCready rarely knew what kind of boss he’d be getting when he took on these independent contracts, but ‘Vault-Dwelling Do-Gooder’ was probably the last person he’d expected to hire him. He doesn’t get it either – if he was the one who’d woken up to find that centuries had passed and he’d been dropped into some violent, irradiated hellhole, he would’ve just gone right back into that icebox or ran towards the horizon until his legs gave out.
But instead, Blaise seemed to make it his mission – or rather, their mission - to help everyone they came across, from fetching trivial items to cleaning out Feral nests. Sure, MacCready understood the need for caps better than most, but half the time Blaise turned the caps down, taking people’s gratitude as payment instead. It was baffling and infuriating, making MacCready want to tear his hair out every time Blaise politely rejected another hefty payment, but another, much smaller part of MacCready thought it was actually a little refreshing. Admirable, even.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever met someone like Blaise, who worked tirelessly to help others. The guy built homes and beds for complete strangers, planted food for them, gave them electricity and running water, and whenever someone was bold enough to ask why he gave so much for so little in return, Blaise would just smile back at them. “It’s the right thing to do,” he’d say, shrugging one shoulder and sounding like he genuinely thought it was that simple.
Maybe it was, for someone like him, but MacCready can’t help but wonder when all this kindness was going to be slapped back into his face. The Commonwealth could be a cruel place, especially to the soft-hearted ones..
“You ready to move on?” Blaise suddenly asks, drawing MacCready from his thoughts. He looks over to see the blond man watching him, rifle held loosely in his hands and that familiar, crooked smile on his face. “I’m hoping to reach the Taffington Boathouse before the sun goes down, get that old water pump of theirs working again.”
“You’re somethin’ else, boss.” MacCready remarks with a shake of his head, but his tone is light. He takes a moment to settle a cigarette into his mouth, muttering a quiet thanks around it when Blaise almost immediately offers him an old flip lighter. Blaise was a strange guy indeed, but MacCready definitely felt that this would be the beginning of an interesting relationship.
Now if only he could convince his new boss to just take the damn caps once in a while.
Prompt: Getting Lost Somewhere
Pairing: Light M!Handers
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There weren’t many constants in Hawke’s life. Between their family always running from the Templars, running from the Blight, and then struggling for a whole year to find their feet in Kirkwall, stability was never a luxury he’d really been granted. But one of the very few things he could count on being there was his lousy sense of direction, though honestly that flaw was more resented than counted on.
It hadn’t really been a problem for him back in Ferelden, where all the open villages and wide streets were easy enough to memorize, but right now he wasn’t in Ferelden. No, he and half of his friends were trapped in an abandoned Dwarven thaig, miles underground, and Hawke was starting to wonder if this place was purposely designed for outsiders to get lost and die in.
Typically, Hawke liked to look at violence as a last resort, charming his way out of any trouble he couldn’t settle with smooth actions. But oh, when he caught up to Bartrand he was going to strangle that traitorous fucker with his own innards.
Or, if they all ended up dying down here before catching up to Bartrand, Hawke was at the very least going to haunt him for the rest of his days. Take that!
“Not trying to sound like the voice of doom or anything-” Varric suddenly speaks up as they’re walking down the length of another hallway, causing Hawke, Anders, and Isabela to all look back at the dwarf that was bringing up the rear of the group. “-but I’m almost positive that we’ve gone through this corridor already.”
Hawke frowns, looking at the stone-carved walls and pillars around them. He tries to seek out something familiar but all of the hallways and rooms that they’d gone through so far looked so similar to him that they could’ve walked through this same corridor a dozen times and been none the wiser.
“Maybe it all just looks the same and we haven’t actually been wandering in circles for Maker knows how long?” Hawke replies, trying to sound at least a little hopeful but Varric just looks as skeptical as he feels. He was really going to have to work on sounding more optimistic if he wanted to keep their spirits up.
“No, we’ve definitely been here before,” Isabela says, and Hawke looks over to see her pointing towards something marked on one of the pillars beside her. He quickly moves forward to get a closer look but then stops mid-step when he realizes that the ‘symbol’ is just a crudely drawn erection carved into the stone. He blinks before meeting Isabela’s gaze, and she just grins back at him as shameless as ever. “What? I was marking the route.”
“Thanks, Bela,” Hawke replies in a deadpan tone before he sighs, looking around the corridor before he turns to face the group. “Okay, so we definitely just walked in a circle. Or a square, knowing how old Dwarves liked to think. Thoughts?”
“My thought is that trusting Bartrand and coming down here might not have been our best idea,” Anders says, sitting down on a broken chunk of what was probably once a pillar before he meets Hawke’s gaze. “But that probably goes without saying by now.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that, Blondie. Up until the part where Bartrand left us down here to die, I think it was all going pretty well.” Varric replies, his tone almost light but Hawke can hear the underlying hurt and anger in his friend’s tone. He can’t imagine what Varric was thinking right now.. They might not have always gotten along well, but there was no world where Hawke could imagine Carver ever doing something like this to him. It still stings to think about him, but Hawke tries not to dwell on that right now. His repressed grief was the least of their problems and it should probably remain that way.
“Well, standing around and talking about dismembering a traitorous dwarf might cheer us up,” Hawke says, returning the collective attention of his friends to him, “but it won’t get us out of here. Let’s keep going, and try to leave some better markers as we do.”
“You’ll thank me when we’re out of here,” Isabela replies, throwing him a playful wink. Hawke returns the familiar gesture with a smirk before his gaze goes over to Anders, and he watches as the mage gets to his feet with a weary huff.
“You feeling all right, Anders?” Hawke asks, approaching him before another thought suddenly crosses his mind. “And not trying to add to our current problems, but you don’t happen to sense any Darkspawn down here do you?”
“If I did, I certainly wouldn’t be keeping it to myself,” Anders replies, rolling his shoulders as he and Hawke follow after their other two companions, and they walk in silence for a few seconds before Anders lets out another soft sigh. “I just.. I can’t say I have a lot of fond memories about being underground.”
“Oh I’m sure we’ll look back at this and laugh someday.” Hawke replies, reaching over to give Anders’ shoulder a companionable pat. “But on the bright side, everything that we come across down here can probably be killed.”
“Yes, including us,” Anders replies, raising an eyebrow at the grin that Hawke gives him in lieu of a reply. “Just try to keep a distance if we do happen across any Darkspawn. The last thing we need is someone getting infected with the Blight sickness.”
“Precisely why I didn’t risk bringing Bethany down here,” Hawke replies promptly, watching as Isabela and Varric both pause in their walking to start scraping some noticeable markers in the stone walls. “But I’m not too worried – I’ve got a big, bad Grey Warden right here to keep me safe.”
Anders scoffs at that, and when Hawke glances over he thinks that he sees a faint dusting of red on his cheeks. It’s difficult to tell in the dim lighting of the walkway, but Anders is still smiling when he meets Hawke's gaze again. “Fine, but if we run into a dragon I’m leaving that one to you.”
“Fair enough.” Hawke grins. “But if it’s a baby dragon I’m going to try and tame it first.”
“That I don’t doubt.” Anders says, and there’s a noticeable fondness in his tone, one that fills Hawke’s chest with a pleasant warmth as they keep following after the others, eager to leave this thaig and this journey behind them.
Pairing: Scott/CoraPrompt: 39. ‘Kissing tears from the other’s face.‘
Thanks much for the prompt! ^^
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She doesn’t know what to say that could possibly make him feel any better.
Cora doesn’t even fully know how he might be feeling right now. She only knows that he’s torn; on one hand, his mother was still alive. Sick, but alive. But on the other hand she knows he feels betrayed by their father, who not only disregarded their mother’s final wishes but also kept her survival from his own children.
He had his reasons for this, a part of her wants to say, but it seemed like Alec always had his reasons for doing the extreme things that he did, and this? Family matter or not, this just crossed a line even to her outside perspective. There was no reason for him to have told her about this, despite being her mentor, but to not tell his children? Especially after seeing how hard they’d taken their mother’s apparent death?
Sara was handling the discovery of their mother’s secret fate far better than Scott was. Or, at the very least, she was better at keeping her emotions hidden and in control, unlike her brother, whose emotions were as open and easy to read as ever.
Scott had been in a state all day. At first he’d been ecstatic to learn that Ellen was still alive, but then the shock of it had apparently hit, and he’d been alternating between feeling overjoyed and feeling completely heartbroken by their father’s actions.
He’s quiet right now. He’s barely spoken a word in the past hour, just stared blankly in front of him, and Cora feels her heart break a little more each time she sees another tear roll down the side of his cheek. He doesn’t brush them away, doesn’t acknowledge them at all aside from the occasional sniffle, but he does lean into her touch whenever she finally reaches over to gently brush the tears from his face.
“Why would he..?” Scott starts to say, not for the first time, before his words just trail off into a heavy sigh, and Cora has no time to speak before he leans over, pressing his forehead into the crook of her neck and letting out a deep, shuddery breath.
Cora says nothing, just wraps her arms around Scott’s trembling form as she presses a few light kisses to his tear-stained cheeks, and Scott shakes in her arms as she wonders again what she could possibly do to make this feel any better for him.
And if this was all she could do, then she’d sit here as long as he needed her to.
“You want to tell me how you sprained this, anyway?” Ezra asks his boyfriend, his tone a little sharp with worry but his touch is still gentle as he examines Rigel’s damaged wrist. “I thought you didn’t have any active hunts right now?”
“I, uh.. might have challenged Piper to an arm-wrestling contest last night..” Rigel answers, his smile quickly turning sheepish when Ezra looks up at him with narrowed eyes. “In my defense, we’d both been drinking for a couple hours!”
“That’s not really much of a defense, Rigel.” Ezra replies, though a small smile tugs at his mouth as he turns his gaze back to the wrist he held.
He gave Rigel no time to reply before his own hand began to glow with a magical aura, the faint smell of ozone filling the kitchen area of his home, and Rigel’s breath hitched softly as Ezra trailed his fingertips along his sore wrist, the healing magic gently soothing the sprain until both the pain and damage was finally gone.
Hearing Rigel’s soft sigh of relief, Ezra smiles again, and raises Rigel’s hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of his now-healed wrist. “Feel better?”
“Much better..” Rigel replies, leaning in to press a warm kiss to Ezra’s cheek, and then to his lips before he pulls back to admire the dark flush now on Ezra’s cheeks. “Thanks.”
“Just don’t undo my hard work by challenging Piper again like some reckless recruit.” Ezra teases, smiling brightly when Rigel leans in to press another kiss to his lips. He pulls back before Ezra can return it, however, causing him to pout just a little. “And don’t try to distract me from scolding you either..”
Pairing: Garrus/M!ShepardPrompt: 36. ‘Starting with Eskimo kisses before moving on to soft kisses.’
Thanks for the great prompt! I love this pairing so much~
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“It’s called a what?” Garrus asks, blinking as Shepard pulls away from him just enough for their gazes to meet, and his brow plates furrow a little when Shepard chuckles as if he’d just made a joke. Not his fault he was still learning about the odd customs of humans.
“An ‘Eskimo Kiss’.” Shepard repeats before he leans forward, bumping his nose lightly against Garrus’ before nuzzling them together. The texture of the turian’s carapace is a little rough against his skin but not uncomfortably so, and Garrus now looks more curious than confused by the gesture. “It’s just another way humans show affection.”
“I see..” Garrus replies, and the look in his eyes softens before he leans in towards Shepard this time, who shivers softly as Garrus brushes the length of his right mandible along Shepard’s jawline and down towards the crook of his neck, nuzzling his cheek against him as he does. “Some turians do this to show affection.”
“Probably feels, uh.. a lot different to turians..” Shepard says, his words breaking when Garrus nuzzles into his neck harder. The rough texture of his face plates create a surprisingly pleasurable friction against his skin, and it sends another small shiver down his back.
“Maybe,” Garrus hums between soft nuzzles, and eventually he pulls back to meet Shepard’s eyes once more. “Personally, I think I prefer the way a human feels.”
“I’ll bet you do,” Shepard grins, reaching both hands up to grasp the sides of Garrus’ angled face before he leans in, pressing their mouths together in a soft kiss that Garrus is quick to return.
Clawed hands find their way to Shepard’s waist, pulling him closer as the kiss breaks into a second one, and then a third, and they only pull apart long enough for Garrus to press one more quick Eskimo kiss to Shepard’s nose before their mouths meet once more.
“Are you actually going to put up a fight this time, Vega?” Piper asks, spinning her training staff in one hand as she circles around her opponent-slash-boyfriend. “Or am I gonna have to knock you down on your arse again?”
Vega can’t help but grin. She’s acting so cocky, borderline arrogant in spite of the faint sheen of sweat he can see on her face, and the way her chest heaves just lightly as she tries not to look as winded as she must feel. He loves it.
“You can try.” Vega replies, cracking his neck as he straightens up to his full height, now towering over a foot taller than her.
Piper takes a step back, eyes wandering over his broad-chested form with a small smirk, and Vega feels a familiar warmth spreading through him. She was definitely doing this on purpose; she knew how effortlessly she could fluster him, knew the best ways to bring him to his knees with just a look, both figuratively and literally.
Not that he didn’t like it - quite the opposite actually - but they wouldn’t get very far with this training session if she decided to play dirty with him.
“How much you got left in you, Meriman?” Vega calls out again, resting his own training staff against his shoulder. He sees the subtle dilation of her pupils, the way her grip on her weapon tightens just a little, and he’s definitely feeling like a mouse taunting a cat.
She rushes at him so quickly that he barely has time to brace against the attack.
The wooden staffs clack loudly as they clash together, with Piper on the attack while Vega tries to defend, and had this been a real fight he has no doubt that one of their staffs would have snapped like a twig. But they both enjoy this little game far too much to let it end so easily.
Thank you! Went back to the original Mass Effect OTP for this one~
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It hurts to see Liara like this, sitting on the edge of her bed with tears streaming down her cheeks, and so full of anger and heartbreak that she can’t even put her whirlwind of thoughts into words. There’s a comfort, a small and terrible comfort, in the fact that Shepard knows exactly what she’s going through right now, and empathy could be a necessity to some, but it still only went so far when it came to easing the pain of others.
He stands in front of her silently, letting her collect her thoughts and catch her breath after her harsh sobs had stolen them from her, but his guilt grows along with the heavy silence between them. They’ve gone through so much already, and he thought they were prepared to face the familiar horror of the Reapers once they arrived on Thessia, but they weren’t prepared for the truths that the beacon told them, the truths and information that were ripped from their hands by Cerberus only minutes later.
They weren’t prepared to be stuck standing there, feeling so utterly powerless and defeated, as they watched another wave of Reapers come down and tear into Thessia, destroying citizens and cities that had stood proud for centuries.
Pairing: M!Shepard/Jack
Prompt: A Kiss.. In The Street
Rating: M (mild sexual content)
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“So does this whole place smell like piss, or is it just that pile of vorcha over there?” Jack asks as she and Shepard stride down one of the back alleys in Omega’s market district. Two of the nearby vorcha look up sharply at her words, hissing and starting to get to their feet but a glare from Shepard has them visibly recoiling, and he chuckles when the vorcha just return to their respective spots.
They had taken some getting used to, but he had to admit that the bright red surgery scars etched into the side of his face did give him a great advantage when it came to intimidating others.
The extremely powerful biotic woman walking alongside him probably didn’t hurt either.
“I’m thinking that it’s the vorcha,” Shepard replies, shrugging at Jack as he looks over at her again. “But it’s not like Omega’s known for having clean streets and fresh air.”
“No, but it’s got some damn good market deals,” Jack replies, and Shepard blinks when she suddenly shoves him to the side and he finds himself stumbling back into one of the smaller side alleys. He hits the wall behind him with a soft grunt, glancing down at Jack again, and he smirks when he sees the hungry look she’s giving him. “Not to mention all these nice, dark alleys to fuck someone in.”
“Told you he’d turn out to be a bad guy.” Garrus says, flashing Shepard a triumphant look as the man beside him just rolls his eyes. “The old mentor coming back, just to betray the hero before the climax? A classic in turian vids.”
“He should’ve faked his death first,” Shepard replies, turning his eyes back towards the screen to watch the dramatic display. Or, at least it was as dramatic as a betrayed hanar could physically appear. “Then it would’ve felt more like a human vid.”
“Nice to know some clichés transcended time and space even before First Contact,” Garrus says, eating a handful of the graxen from his bowl before he gestures towards the screen again. “Just you wait; the mentor will show up again soon to give some speech about how the villain is actually in the right.”
“If I didn’t know any better, Garrus, I’d say you’ve seen this vid before,” Shepard remarks in a playfully accusing tone, and Garrus just scoffs as Shepard takes a slow sip from the bottle of beer in his hands. “You’re right – the Blasto movies are probably just that predictable.”
“Always have been, always will be.” Garrus nods, narrowing his eyes as they watch a very one-sided firefight starting on screen, and Shepard briefly wonders who decided that none of the villain’s henchmen would carry weapons. “But they’re.. What’s that old human expression? So bad you can’t look away?”
Pairing: Kaidan Alenko/F!Shepard
Prompt: 19. 'Cuddling.. While someone’s sick'.
Not a couple I've given much attention to - thanks for the prompt! :D
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“You know I always thought it would’ve been Reapers, or maybe a pack of Thresher Maws that finally took the great Commander Shepard down.” Kaidan remarks from the open doorway, smiling when Shepard lifts her head from her pillow just enough to glare over at him. Her bleary expression and bedhead really soften her attempts to look stern, however, and that just makes Kaidan’s smile grow wider. “Never thought she’d survive all that only to be defeated by a common cold.”
“I just need a little more rest.” Shepard replies, her sour expression showing just how annoyed she was at being bedridden, and he does feel a pang of sympathy for her; Shepard was never one to sit still for long, especially since she’d finally finished her physical therapy only a few weeks ago. “I’m sure I’ll be fine in a few hours..”
“Actually, according to Dr. Chakwas, you should feel better in a day or two.” Kaidan replies, the door sliding shut behind him as he steps further into the bedroom. “Assuming you actually take your medicine and get some rest.”
“I don’t need-” Shepard’s attempts to protest are cut off by a sudden coughing fit. Kaidan pauses beside the bed, his brow furrowing with concern, but Shepard just waves a hand at him, and then lets out a heavy sigh once the coughing finally subsides. “I should be helping with the restorations, not laid up in bed-”
“Shepard.” Kaidan interrupts, voice gentle but firm as he sits down on the edge of the bed, and Shepard sighs again at the pointed look that he’s giving her. “You’re not made of stone, sweetheart, and there’s nothing wrong with taking time for yourself when you need to.”
“Yeah, I guess..” Shepard replies with a resigned huff, and she blinks when Kaidan moves to lie down on the bed beside her. “What’re you doing, K?”
“Keeping you company.” Kaidan replies, reaching out to pull Shepard into his arms. She goes willingly, letting out a satisfied hum as she snuggles up against his much warmer body. “If you’re going to be ‘laid up in bed’, might as well cuddle up with your biotic boyfriend.”
“You know if you stay in here you’ll probably get sick too..” Shepard mumbles against his chest, while making no actual attempts to extract herself from his embrace.
“I’m willing to take that chance.” Kaidan shrugs, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
“Fine, but don’t blame me when you get sick.” Shepard replies, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck in spite of her words, and Kaidan just lets out a throaty chuckle, holding her close until she finally dozes off.
She’s insufferably smug when he wakes up the next morning with a sore throat, but he still considers it worth it.
One of the rare pairings & prompts suggested by @omegastation, and I have to say I enjoyed this pairing way more than I thought I would~ :D
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Kaidan’s never felt anything like this, never known anyone quite like Cora.
He feels her biotics rippling across his skin as her hands slide across his chest and down his stomach, sending soft shivers through his body and bathing the dark bedroom in a faint blue light. His energy thrums against hers, her touch drawing his own biotics to the surface and for a moment there’s a resistance as they push against one another, almost trying to repel on some internal combat instinct but then, slowly, their energies seem to melt into one.
She sighs, soft and breathless, and from where his hands rest against the curve of her hips he feels a tremble go through her beneath the pulse of her biotics. She’s so powerful, unlike any one Kaidan’s ever met except for maybe the Commander, and even if he hadn’t seen her in battle against the Reapers already he can physically feel that Cora’s stronger than him, stronger than any other biotic human he’s ever come across, but here in her arms he’s never felt so safe, so secure.
Closing his eyes, Kaidan leans into Cora’s touch to brush his lips against hers, so soft and almost hesitant on his part but she leans into it before he can pull away, and the kiss fills him with such a scorching heat that he can’t help but pull her closer.
He wants more of her, craves more of her as he deepens the kiss. Two different shades of blue energy swirl around them, biotics mingling and pulsing and her superior biotics should be drowning out his own but instead they’re still melding together almost as one and he feels it in his core, feels it ripple over every inch of his skin. It already makes him breathless and he just kisses her again and again, no longer caring where her biotics end and his begin.
Pairing: Scott/Cora
Prompt: 'Finding the other wearing their clothes .’
Yeah I’ve technically done this kind of prompt before. Big whoop, wanna fight about it?
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He wakes up to an empty bed, but the aroma of coffee wafting through the air is quick to assure him that his better half is still nearby.
Scott sits up with a soft grunt, taking a moment to stretch his arms back over his head before he slips out from beneath the warmth of the comforter to look around for the clothes he’d discarded the night before. He finds his boxers and pants soon enough but his shirt is nowhere to be seen, though Scott already has a good idea of where it is.
He takes the time to pull his boxers on before leaving the bedroom (no need to repeat the ‘Liam’s surprise visit’ incident anytime soon) to cross the threshold of his Nexus apartment, and sure enough he finds Cora in the kitchen area, wearing his t-shirt and sipping at a fresh cup of coffee. Another steaming mug sits on the counter, and Scott knows it’s already prepared just the way he likes it.
“What a sight to wake up to,” Scott says, stepping around the kitchen counter and smiling when Cora looks up from the data pad she was reading. “Morning, babe.”
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Cora replies with a warm smile of her own, leaning over to press a kiss to his lips as he retrieves his mug. She tastes like sugar. “Sleep well?”
Pairing: M!Ryder/Cora HarperPrompt: 23. ‘A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.’
Thanks very much for the prompt! :D
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His lips taste like a fruit smoothie against her own.
Fitting, considering that’s what they were both drinking, but when he leaned over to kiss her she tasted a stark contrast in the flavors; she’d chosen a tangy, almost bitter fruit while Ryder had gone for the sweetest one they had available. The strawberry-like flavor of his clashes a little with the strong citrus taste of her own, but not unpleasantly at least.
In any case it makes her smile, the way he just shamelessly leans over to kiss her like that, uncaring of the fact that they were out in public, walking through the open corridors of the Nexus with Angaran fruit smoothies in hand. She’s not normally one for such open displays of affection but it’s just something new that Ryder brings out in her.
The sight of her smiling makes him smile too, his eyes lighting up so brightly and she feels that familiar flutter in her chest, relishes the warmth that spreads through her body. Damn, but she loved this man, and she loved all the little reminders of her affection that she constantly felt around him.
Ryder’s still looking at her, his eyes soft but still something expectant in that gaze, and Cora’s smile grows because she knows exactly what he wants to hear her say.
But she won’t admit defeat to him and his charms so easily.
“Your lips are purple.” is what she says instead and Ryder blinks, tongue coming out to lick at his fruit-stained mouth and Cora’s eyes track the movement – his tongue is purple now too – and Cora laughs as she wonders if she’s in a similar state, walking alongside the man she loves with blue lips and not an apparent care in the world.
Pairing: M!Shepard/Steve Cortez
Prompt: A Kiss.. In A Vehicle
Rating: T (suggestive content)
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A shuttle is hardly the most ideal place to lounge around, but it’s adequate enough, and Shepard lets out a content sigh as he leans back against the back wall of the shuttle with Steve laying comfortably on top of him, back pressed into Shepard’s chest and head resting against his shoulder. Shepard’s not sure how long they’ve been flying around together but the auto-pilot hasn’t given them any issues yet, and to be honest, he really wasn’t in any hurry to extract himself from the position he was in right now.
“You still comfortable enough, Shep?” Steve asks quietly, tilting his head back just enough to see the Commander nodding at him over his shoulder, and he returns Shepard’s warm smile with one of his own when the question is directed back at him. “Yeah.. Can’t think of a single place I’d rather be..”
“Or anyone else I’d rather be with,” Shepard replies, wrapping his arms around Steve’s middle as he holds him close. He closes his eyes, taking a moment to listen to the familiar hum of the engine around them and the soft, steady breathing of the man in his arms.
He’s happy right now. Or at least, he wants to be happy, but no matter what he can’t seem to shake away the dark cloud constantly hanging over his head. Over all their heads, really..
Pairing: Scott/Cora Prompt: ‘26.Tending an Injury.’
These kids need to stop getting hurt. Thanks for the prompt! :D )
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Scott didn’t think that a beast as big as a rylkor could actually be capable of sneaking up on them.
Looking back now, he could probably put most of the blame on that pack of challyrions that had been distracting them - and by ‘distracting’ he means they’d been trying to tear him and his squad apart - when the rylkor had burst through the treeline with a roar, knocking Cora aside with its tail before they’d even registered that it was there.
The beast was dead now of course, having been finished off by a slightly vindictive Scott while Drack dealt with the remaining challyrions, but that didn’t seem to cheer Cora up at all as Scott knelt beside her, trying to assess the damage to her arm, which had taken the brunt of the damage. It was definitely broken, but the lack of visible blood and bone was reassuring.
Pairing: M!Ryder/Jaal
Prompt: A Kiss.. In The Rain
Rating: G
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“It’s a shame that there are so many things out there that want to kill us, or this would be a great vacation spot,” Ryder remarks as he leads his small party along one of the narrow pathways that cut through the dense jungle, and behind him Jaal lets out a quiet hum of agreement.
He really did like Havarl. Sure, there was plenty of hostile wildlife to be found and even the majority of the plant life had to be handled with care, but the muggy, rainy planet had grown on him more than he’d expected. It sure beat going back to Eos and Elaaden, at least.
“There is just as much beauty to be found on Havarl as there is danger,” Jaal replies, pushing aside a thick, leafy vine that was blocking the path, and he holds it out of the way until both Ryder and Peebee have walked past it. “It is a shame that we could not see this world when it had cities and culture instead of overgrown ruins.”
“Yeah, would’ve really been something to see,” Peebee remarks briefly before she suddenly starts walking faster, and when she glances back towards the pair behind her they can see the excitement shining in her eyes. “Remnant ruins up ahead, I’ll meet you guys there!”
Pairing: Ryder/LiamPrompt: ☼ - ‘Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.’
Okay but this prompt was made for these two. I was really hoping I’d get at least one request for this pairing~
9/27/18 Edit: Old drabble but once I still really like, so I went through and edited it a little bit~
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“So how come you always get to be the big spoon?” Ryder asks a few minutes after he and Liam have both snuggled down onto the old, plush couch in Liam’s quarters, and he glances back over his shoulder as Liam wraps an arm around his waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of Ryder’s neck as he pulls him close. “Don’t try to distract me with your cuddles, Kosta.”
“Because I’m the best at being the big spoon,” Liam replies with a lazy shrug, and he grins when Ryder just narrows his eyes at him with a mock glare. “What? I’m taller, it just works out better.”
“That is so not true..” Ryder mumbles, bumping his hips back against Liam’s in what was supposed to be a playful nudge though it’s a bit more suggestive that Ryder had intended, if the soft intake of breath from Liam is any indication. “I mean, you are technically taller than me so that part’s true, but I can be an amazing big spoon.”
