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Kilastra Trevelyan and Cullen Rutherford for @lightfiends!

Had so much fun doing this for yet another wonderful commissioner!! Thank you SO much for the commission! ♥♥ 

[commander-krios]

Everything Happens For A Reason (Kara Shepard/James Vega)

Here is the finished commission for @lightfiends of her lovely Kara Shepard and James Vega! I’m honored that you wanted me to write for Kara again. :D She is fun and absolutely adorable.

The pictures on the wall were almost daunting. After all of the plans she’d made for the tattoo, now that she was here in the shop, Kara Shepard wasn’t entirely sure if she was ready. Pulling her fiery hair out of her face, she secured it with a rubberband, strands falling into her face. She ignored them. Flipping through the enormous art book on her lap, she sighed when nothing caught her eye. This was going to be harder than she thought. As if life wasn’t already difficult for the famous Commander Shepard. Something as simple as picking a tattoo design was going to trip her up.

The war against the Reapers had progressed farther than she’d expected. The sentient machines had begun to land on alien planets. The destruction wasn’t easy to curb. Even now, turians were trying to save Palaven with the help of the krogan. Kara still hadn’t heard any news of Earth except for the fact that the resistance was putting up one hell of a battle. She needed to win this, after everything, she had to.

Her heart ached for Earth, for Anderson, for the men and women who weren’t going to make it. If the Council had heeded her warnings about the Reapers in the beginning, this war might not have even happened…

The door to the tattoo shop opened a few minutes later, the little bell dangling above clanging as the top of the door hit it. She caught sight of James Vega entering, grinning as he waved at the man behind the counter. He’d recently been accepted into the N7 program, an honor for any soldier. She hadn’t expected his entry into the program to mean as much as it did to her. Professionally, she was proud of him. He was an amazing soldier who had worked hard and gave everything he had. He was strong, brave, one hell of lieutenant. Personally, well that was a completely different story.

James had worked closely with her when she’d been grounded in Vancouver. She’d developed more than a little crush during that time. Now that they were back on the Normandy, and she was technically his boss, it made things difficult. But her feelings hadn’t changed for him. Apparently, neither had his.

James smirked when he noticed her sitting in one of the stiff backed plastic chairs. He had an infectious smile. One that lit up any room he walked into. She loved his smile. “You made it, Lola.”

Kara flashed a smile, her heart doing that little flip flop thing it did whenever he was around. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Putting the art book she’d been browsing on the chair beside her, she glanced up at him. “Do you know where you’re getting it?”

“I’m thinking of going big. Maybe covering most of my back?” Gesturing toward the book she’d abandoned, he raised an eyebrow. “Make a decision yet?”

Kara shrugged. “No. I want one for Ashley. She’s a friend I lost… a while back. I’m just not sure of what.”

James’s expression softened at her words. He understood. She knew he did. He’d lost just as much as she had. The pain would always be there and even though she couldn’t have done anything to save Ashley, no matter how many times she went over everything in head, she still felt guilty. She should have tried harder.

“If only I’d been in her place…” She whispered, not even realizing she’d done it. Or that he’d heard her. “Maybe she would be leading this fight instead of me.”

Grabbing her hand, James pulled her to her feet. She almost collided into him, but for once, she kept her balance. Wide eyed, Kara glanced up at him, not sure what she was expecting him to say. He certainly had her attention.

“Don’t ever think like that, Kara, no matter how much you believe you should have saved her. Or even could have. I know it’s selfish of me to say, but I’m glad you’re here.” James touched her cheek gently, his fingers brushing against her soft skin. “I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t.”

His touch on her skin warmed her cheeks. She was known to turn bright red when embarrassed, her pale skin doing nothing to hide the color. With a quick intake of breath, she laughed lightly, averting her eyes, hoping he didn’t notice.

Of course, she didn’t get her wish.

James chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. When he pulled away, his hand took hers, exposing skin on the inside of her wrist. “This is where you should get it. Now, tell me about Ashley.”

Kara hesitated. She hadn’t spoken of Ashley in quite some time, not because she didn’t want to, but because she had no one else to talk with. Everyone who had known Ashley was busy saving their planets. It seemed almost unimportant. Now, she wasn’t so sure. It was definitely important to her.

James sat on one of the plastic chairs, pulling her down to sit beside him. He watched her facial expressions change from shock to confusion, and finally, to determination.

“She liked poetry. A lot. She was always quoting things, things I never understood, but I enjoyed hearing them.” Kara bit her lip as she pondered the past, remembering tiny pieces of her history aboard the first Normandy. “She was born into a military family. She was determined to make their name great again. She had a handful of sisters. She talked about them a great deal.”

James smiled as Kara rambled on, her happiness growing with each new tidbit she told him of the soldier she’d met on Eden Prime. He hadn’t been sure how she was going to respond to this trip down memory lane, but as he sat beside her, her hand gently gripping his, her face lighting up with each new word she spoke, James knew that he’d done something for her that she would have never done for herself.

Taking a deep breath, Kara smiled brightly, her sorrow and guilt over the loss of her friend easing. “James, thank you for this. I… didn’t know how much I needed it.”

Lifting her hand to his mouth, he pressed a kiss to it, enjoying the new blush that found her cheeks. “Listen, Lola. I get it. Losing someone you care about is difficult, painful. But this is what happens. We’re soldiers in a war. We’re going to lose more people whether we like it or not. What’s important is the people we save, the memories we make, and the friendships we have.” He paused as she let the words sink in. “From the sound of it, Ashley wouldn’t have wanted you to dwell on this. She knew the risks.”

“Everything happens for a reason.” Kara nodded, agreeing with every word he spoke. “And to think, if I hadn’t been grounded back on Earth, we may have never met.”

“Lola, I would have done anything to meet you. You’re Commander Shepard. You defeated Saren, saved the Citadel. Hell, you’ve taken down three reapers at this point.” James laughed as her nose crinkled in irritation. She didn’t like being reminded of all of the things she’d accomplished. To her, it meant that she was more than a mere soldier. Patting her on the knee, he tried to reassure her. “Don’t worry. When this is all over, you can tell the Council where they can stuff it.”

The smile returned to her pretty face. “I plan on it.”

He knew that she wouldn’t, but it was nice to see her relax after everything that had happened. “There’s always retirement.”

“I like the sound of that better.” A laugh was on her lips.

“Are you ready, then?”

Kara nodded, her emerald eyes finding the clerk behind the counter. He was waiting patiently for them. “I am and I know exactly what I’m going to get.” Taking James’ hand in hers, she stood. “Pink and white flowers. I think it’s a fitting tribute.”

James stood and draped his arm over her shoulder, kissing her hair. “I’m sure Ashley would have loved it.”

“I’m sure she would, too.” Kara responded, letting James lead her to the chair where she would get her first tattoo, the man she loved beside her and the memory her friend on her mind.

[fireflywaterfly]

<3 James Vega for lightfiends 

[commander-krios]

Rescue (Adeline Forbes/Charley Shepard)

Here is some FemShep/Sole Survivor in an AU starring @lightfiends‘s Sole Survivor, Adeline, and my FemShep, Charley. For the purposes of this fic, Charley is a BoS Knight that was sent on a Paladin Danse retrieving mission.

Enjoy some OC Kisses!

Charley Shepard squinted her eyes against the setting sun. The rays were nearly blinding and, with the Glowing Sea to the South, all the light made it hard for her to keep watch. The soldiers she commanded were sleeping in an abandoned shack they’d stumbled upon earlier that afternoon. They had needed the rest. She hadn’t been kind to them lately. Hours of trudging through mud and radiation had made a few nearly collapse.

Popping the gum in her mouth, she shaded her eyes with her hand and stared into the dead forest surrounding the shack. There hadn’t been any recent movement and in Charley’s experience, that was always a sign that danger was incoming. The Commonwealth was never quiet for long.

Adjusting the rifle in her hands, Charley peered into the scope, searching for any sign of trouble. She wanted trouble. She excelled at fixing it.

Or maybe she just liked killing things.

With a grumpy sigh, Charley slung the rifle over her shoulder. The search for Paladin Danse and his team had turned up nothing. She wasn’t the praying type, but she truly hoped he hadn’t bitten it. He was one of the only Paladins she could stand.

Bored and irritated, she turned to have one of the soldiers relieve her when a piercing scream cut air. Charley armed herself with the rifle, her boots hitting the ground at steady pace, attempting to locate the source of the sound. What she found made her pause, something that wasn’t liable to happen often.

A woman, possibly around her own age, had tripped over some exposed roots, the knee of her jumpsuit torn and bloody. Her russet hair was knotted, twigs and leaves tangled in the strands. Her pale cheeks were flushed from running or fighting, although neither mattered at the moment. A feral was approaching, it’s snarls echoing in the otherwise silent evening. The pistol the woman had been carrying was too far to reach.

Unhooking the knife from her belt, Charley put herself between the woman and the feral. Then she plunged the blade into the creature’s skull, immediately ending it’s sorry excuse for a life. Once assessing that the area was clear, she wiped the grey matter from the weapon and put it in her belt. Then she turned.

The woman had retrieved her gun, checking to make sure it wasn’t damaged in the fall. Then her dark eyes met Charley’s. It was then that the soldier recognized the blue jumpsuit. The woman in front of her was a vault dweller.

“Lady, what the hell were you thinking? Going up against a feral like that? You could have been killed!” Charley wanted to go off on her, but the woman had just given her a sweet smile.

“Adeline.”

“Excuse me?”

“My name is Adeline.” The brunette pulled a twig from her hair before making a disgusted face and dropping it to the ground. “I appreciate your help, but I have to be going.”

Charley’s jaw would have dropped had she not been trained to expect the unexpected. “Leave? Look- you’re injured. The knee should at least be looked at.”

“I can take care of it myself. I assure you.” Adeline holstered her gun and shook the rest of her hair to loosen the debris. “I have something I’ve got to do and I can’t get sidetracked. Besides, you don’t even know me. Why do you care what happens to me?”

Biting the inside of her cheek, it took everything in Charley not to throw the girl over her shoulder and carry her back to the shack, no matter how much she screamed. But she was right. Charley had a mission too, something more important than tending to a vault dweller’s minor wounds. With a heavy sigh, the soldier pulled her knife from her belt before handing it to Adeline, grip first.

Adeline raised an eyebrow at the motion.

“Take it. If you’re going to be running through these woods, alone, the least you could do is not attract attention with a gunshot. The knife will make for quieter kills.”

Adeline smiled, grateful for the gift. She took the blade and placed it beside her pistol, secure against her hip. “Thank you.” Before Charley could object, the woman pressed a soft kiss to her freckled cheek. “For helping when you didn’t have to.”

Charley nodded, unable to speak. She watched as the young woman waved before hurrying off towards the dirt path she’d been following earlier. The bright yellow ‘111’ on the jumpsuit stared at her even as Adeline got farther away. It wasn’t her job to find out about this woman, but dammit, Charley was intrigued.

[octodruid]

solo posting for lightfiends

[chicinlicin]

Animated commission for lightfiends of Cullen and their Inquisitor being adorable :D

[octodruid]

First round of commissions are done! 

duncecapdummy‘s Inquisitor Eisara Lavellan + Dorian

lightfiends‘ Inquisitor Trevelyan + Sera

Ghibli Merrill icon for fenhareldidnothingwrong‘s birthday

snakebitcat‘s Inquisitor Whisper Lavellan

[greyallison]

Commission for tragicamente, featuring her Inquisitor, Kilastra Trevelyan! Check out her excellent DA blog lightfiends. :D

Cullen may not cheat at chess, but he’s clearly not above being a distraction...