A hand pressed against her shoulder while the other fisted among her hair, holding her still, he buried himself to the hilt between her legs, taking her from behind.
Ryder held onto the headboard, savouring the sensations that Carlyle was pouring into her.
The tugging at her scalp, the heat of him radiating behind her.
A fire lit up at her core, electricity coursing through her nerves as she lost herself to the sensations.
It chased the odd way Carlyle had been looking at her from her mind. She couldn’t decide whether or not she liked it.
However, as he was stroking the fire between her legs, she couldn’t hold thoughts together long enough to think about it....
(c) ‘Growing Up’ | Chapter 3: The Pathfinder’s Job
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[ OC @mellowcornryder | story by @natsora ]
[ this story is the part of the ‘Elements of Ryder’ series ]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Mass Effect: Andromeda, Mass Effect - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Harry Carlyle/Female Ryder | Sara, Harry Carlyle & Female Ryder | Sara
Characters: Female Ryder | Sara, Nakmor Drack, Cora Harper, Liam Kosta, Vetra Nyx, Lexi T'Perro, Harry Carlyle (Mass Effect)
Additional Tags: Hurt, Blood, Injury, Graphic Description of Injury, Graphic Description of Murder, Blood and Gore, Violence, Angst, rape mention, rape implied, Past Rape Mention, Innuendo, Dark fic, Nightmare, PTSD, bone fracture, cardioversion, Medical Inaccuracies, Panic Attack, Surgery, Murder, Death, Aromantic Sara Ryder, aromantic main character
ART BY THE AWESOME @seokanori, OC and plot belongs to her.
Sara Ryder is a survivor. She never pretends to be an angel. Her soul is tarred and she knows it. Sara Ryder is a soldier, trained by her father and honed by the Alliance to accomplish the mission. She isn’t here to make friends or find a family. She already has one, Scott.
With the looming threat of a new kett temple, a never quite healed injury and relentless nightmares from her last misadventure on Eos, she has to handle a string of murders that runs in her wake.
When the shadows come knocking, Sara Ryder will do as she is trained. She is going to fight.
The relationship between Harry Carlyle and Sara Ryder is purely sexual.
Sequel to Raining in Eos. Reading Raining in Eos is not really required, but it helps.
Chapter 1: Eos Revisited | AO3
Trapped. Hands pinned, legs locked. Breaths coming quick and frantic.
No. Not again!
Renewed efforts to pull, to twist, to fight. Grunts of efforts and pants of exertions to no avail.
No! I will not die here!
Pain flared. Agony lancing, piercing and stabbing. It didn’t matter. Fighting was the only option. A shadow flickered at the edges, body stiffening in response, hands yanking against restraints.
Fuck, no!
The shadow split into two, then three. They drifted closer. A chill washed over naked skin. Something glinted in the hands of one of the shadows. Something small and sharp.
No!
Recognition and memory forced tired limbs into action once more. Flesh that was raw and abused, muscles that trembled from strain and fatigue but worst of all the mind recoiled from what was coming.
The fucking nail!
The shadow raked the sharp point across bare skin. Adrenaline and fear made goose pimples of smooth skin. It went from the foot upwards, brushing past inner thigh, between legs up to chest. The sharp point left a trail of broken skin in its wake before finally resting on hand.
There was no escape, no recourse. Teeth caught lips in preparation of what was to come. Begging wasn’t allowed, crying wasn’t permitted. There was only stiff back endurance.
The shadow flashed a razor-sharp smile. “Ready?” it asked.
No. Fucking hell no!
There was no warning, no preamble. One second of anticipation, then bright and sharp, pain drilled into nerves, flesh and bone. A scream so loud, so high, it was unrecognisable, rang out.
"No! Mother!" Scott screamed, his voice cracking under the strain. His fingers refused to let go.
"I'm not your mother," Ryder growled, her brow creased like rocks crashing.
Scott recoiled as if slapped, Drack wrapped an arm around the boy, protecting him from her words.
That's right. I'm the fucked up, protect him from me, Drack.
"I'm not your mother," she repeated again, this time her voice calm. She spoke slowly and clearly despite the alarm blaring in the background. "I'm merely gave birth to you. I've never been your mother, not really. You know that. I can't rock you to sleep, I don't cuddle you while you are in pain or sick. I'm not built for that. I'm sorry but that's the truth as hard it is to hear. You should know it. But I'd die for you. I'll punch anyone who so much as harm a hair on your head. I'm not your mother, but I'm yours as much as you're mine. All the soft stuff I cannot do but this... This I can do. So let me do this."
Before Scott could react, she gave Drack a push. "Go! Take him to Carlyle! It's not safe here!"
The old krogan growled, his lips downturned unhappy with the situation but he knew she was right. He hoisted Scott off his feet. He took two steps towards the waiting shuttle and stopped. "Kid, don't die."
"I won't," she promised, an empty one but one that's needed between them.
@seokanori‘s Sara Ryder, set in the far future after the events of Splintered Minds.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Art by the awesome @seokanori, read more AO3
“This is big, Ryder,” Nyx said, her mandibles fluttering anxiously.
Ryder stared at the intel before her eyes, her breath caught in her throat.
“Goddess,” Harper exhaled as she scanned the information.
There were similar exclamations throughout the meeting room. Ama Darav’s reaction was the largest. He stood abruptly. The chair screeched against the floor. He started pacing. Ryder tracked his movements, wondering if she should have limited the information to just Nyx and Harper.
What’s done is done.
Visible sparks of bio-electricity swirled around his rofjinn, it looked almost like a biotic flare. We must inform the Moshae, Ryder,” he said.
She blinked, her focus snapping back to Ama Darav. “Yes, I know.”
The translated intel hovered on her omni-tool. It was the blueprint of what looked eerily similar to the kett temple on Voeld, the one that where the Moshae was held captive. “Ama Darav, calm yourself,” she said.
Her words halted him in his tracks. He turned to her, fear clear in his eyes. “But my people,” he said, his voice breaking at the last word.
“I understand,” Ryder replied, placed a hand on his shoulder but jerking it away quickly. She wasn’t without sympathy. She wasn’t made of stone. “But this is a blueprint, it might not have been built yet. We may have caught this early.”
Her words rang hollow to her ears, but she needed all of them sharp. Ama Darav’s deep blue eyes caught hers, his gaze steadier now.
Turning to Nyx, she asked, “How far along we are on the decryption?”
“I’m barely 10% through,” she replied.
Ryder nodded. “Ama Darav, if you can give Nyx a hand. I want to know what I have to work with when I meet with the Nexus Leadership,” she said. “Dismissed.”
Guys! I did a story for @seokanori‘s art for the Mass Effect Reverse Big Bang! Please go to her tumblr and check out the post!
It is part of her OC MellowCorn_Ryder’s Elements of Ryder series.
Returning Ghosts
After a successful mission on Havarl , Ryder was celebrating with all the angara booze she could drink. A triumph against the Vault, an offered drink, but recognition came too late. Just like that, the night took a sharp turn into a nightmare. Ghosts from her past had returned to haunt. Fear never tasted so bitter.
Tagging: @ma-sulevin @agentkatie @alyssalenko No Obligations!
“The Moshae is an icon among the angaras. They were living in a nice little neighbourhood until we arrived like unwanted guests that refused to leave, bringing all our shit and problems along,” Ryder pointed out. “I’d think they deserve a seat at the fucking table, don’t you?”
