An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
i dont have an excuse for this. have jaal/m!ryder porn. it's cute.
my ryder is trans fyi.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
i dont have an excuse for this. have jaal/m!ryder porn. it's cute.
my ryder is trans fyi.
Stay strong, darling one.
enough with the dying, ryder
Hey! I have a Rydaal prompt. I found it super weird in the game how when Ryder almost dies when the Archon disconnects them from SAM on Meridian their LI doesn't have any unique lines to worry about them like in the Leviathan DLC. Could you give us Jaal hopelessly panicked about Ryder, carrying them back to the ship, and relieved/smothering them with kisses and affection when they are revived? Also I'd like it if it was M!Ryder, but it's your call!
(◕‿◕✿) I live for this kinda stuff. I hope it’s okay!
Jaal had a bad feeling. The remnant city, Khi Tasira, was too quiet. Even with all the kett gone there should have been remnant bots flying around or… something. He stuck close to Scott, rifle at the ready as Suvi relayed the readings from the tempest to him. "With the kett gone, security systems have been reset, Ryder.“ Scott scowled, brows furrowing as he did. "That means the remnant here won’t be on our side. Eyes open everyone. Let’s find meridian.” As they continued on towards the heart of the city, the feeling twisting in Jaal’s gut became worse. His skin was crawling with dread but he just couldn’t understand why. As soon as Scott interfaced with the console, he understood. His breath stops when Scott stumbled to the door, the archon’s voice echoing in the chamber. “We have to get out! The Archon he’s–” His heart stops when Scott doesn’t speak anymore, instead he crumbles to the ground motionless. Jaal is moving before he realizes it, brain kicked into hyperdrive as he crouches beside his body, desperately searching for any signs of life and relaying the situation to the Tempest. His voice is emotional and strained, fear runs through his veins like ice when he realizes that Scott is not breathing. Peebee is ramming her shoulder into the door, screaming curses at the archon that she knows he can’t hear. Jaal feels the same fear he felt when Scott collapsed on the Archons flagship. SAM isn’t here to save him this time and that terrifies him. He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he sees the small drips fall onto the cold metal floor.And then Scott gasps, a breath of ragged air leaving his lungs as he jerks alive, scrambling wildly as he tries to breathe again. His hands grip the fabric of his rofjiin, green eyes wide and filled with panicked tears. Jaal’s arms surround him as he hugs him tightly, and Scott returns the affection. “We have to get out… The Archon’s captured the Hyperion,” Scott’s voice breaks, and so does Jaals heart as he hears the emotion in his darling one’s voice. “He has Sara.” “SAM is offline, and these doors are remnant Ryder.” Peebee says, her worried eyes glancing around the room. She would never say directly, but she was just as scared as Jaal had been. Scott breaks from Jaal’s hold, and the angara is reluctant to let his love go, keeping a gentle hold on his arm as he helps him stand. Scott moves towards the console by the door, a frightening sort of determination on his features. “We. Have. To get. Out.” Jaal can’t do anything but watch as Scott struggles to interface with the console, the keys barely flickering as his hand hovers over them. His knee’s buckle, but Jaal catches him. “Darling one, please… you cannot..” Scott shakes his head, furious tears burning down his cheeks, white hair disheveled. “No… no, I won’t let… she’s all the family I have left I won’t…” He lifts his hand to the console again, blue flickering beneath the keys as they quiver, the doors ahead of them shuffling, but not opening. Scott lets out an anguished cry, slamming his hand against the console and the doors open with a groan. The human slumps against him and Jaal let’s his arm wrap around Scott’s waist to support him as they walk out to the city. The Tempest had landed and the crew rushed towards them. Scott stood on his own weight, but Jaal never left his side. Lexi determined he was fine, minor trauma from the violent disconnect from SAM. Then just like that the crew is arguing, and Scott is too spent to mediate. “What are we going to do?” “the Archon has the Hyperion and what do we have?” Jaal watches Scott’s face, following his gaze to the console on the very edge of the platform. “We have this.” Scott says, pulling himself from Jaal’s grip and walking to the console. Interfacing without SAM comes easier this time, and the entire city groans and quakes as thousands of remnant ships rise from the city below. Jaal is at his side, worry flooding him once more as he wipes the blood from his nose. That seems to be all the incentive the crew needs, as they are back on the tempest within the hour, rallying the galaxy against the kett… Scott stumbles to his room after hours of vidcom conferences with the nexus, Jaal having never left his side. “You worried me.” The words leave his mouth before he catches himself, and Jaal watches the emotions play across Scott’s face. Anger and pain covered by his usual humor. “What can I say… I’ve got a habit of cheating death.” Jaal looks at him unconvinced, sweeping scott off his feet and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Scott maes a startled sound, his arms wrapping around Jaal’s neck, giving him a disgruntled look. “No more dying.” Jaal murmurs, setting them both down on the bed, holding his lover close. They had a few hours of rest before they would reach the rally point and Jaal intended to stay beside Scott until then. Scott laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Alright, alright. I promise.” Jaal smiled and kissed him again, murmuring against his lips. “I’ll hold you to that.”
Send me a writing prompt!
Please write fanfic about mails Jaal would've send to his mother, not only tumblr tags <3
HERE COMES MY FIRST ME:A FIC
She said yes
Jaal’s messages to his mother throughout his relationship with Ryder
To: Sahuna Ama Darav
From: Jaal Ama Darav
Mother,
there is no need to worry about my wellbeing. If what these aliens say is true, then they come in peace and they only wish to fight the kett alongside us.
Should they be lying, I am more than able of defending myself. Did you forget all those times I made it out alive from kett bases and camps?
The one leading these curious people, Pathfinder Ryder, claims she can interface with Remnant technology. I admit this… intrigued me greatly. Hopefully this journey will show me whether she was lying about that too or being honest.
I will be honest, mother: something deep in my heart tells me these strangers are telling the truth. I feel Ryder will help us save the Moshae and understand the vaults the Remnants left on our worlds.
Still, I will be sleeping with my rifle under my bed like I promised you.
Stars guide you,
Jaal
I just finished Jaal’s final thing with my baby Sarah. I’m utterly speechless. My heart was literally racing a million miles a minute as I watched them be complete cute little dorks. AND THAT SEX SCENE! SWEET LORD! I AM GLAD I DIDN’T SPOIL MYSELF!
Jaal is like so sweet and cute I can’t handle him. I JUST CAN’T. dsfasdfs
How the fuck do I romance Vetra after experiencing him? I can’t. Always Jaal from now on. Shitttt.
*continues to flail about thinking about my Ryder and Jaal* Fucking god bless.
worth the wait
alright last bit of my sketchbook spam