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MShepard/FShepard AU, Pre-canon Earthborn/War Hero meets Colonist/Ruthless
Chapter 21: The End (And Then It Begins) by @nightmarestudio606 (potionsmaster) and @shadoedseptmbr
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Summary: Endings? Those are just beginnings in a trench coat.
WELL, Happy Anniversary and welcome to the last chapter of the beginning. Thanks to all of you who joined us on this adventure with our heathens. :D The next story is in the works!
sunday snippet
Having fun with Aedan’s terrible food choices, today. Have a snippet from Devilverse :D
(Aedan) nodded towards the kitchenette. “Was thinkin’ I’d offer you breakfast again but, to be honest, the cupboard’s kinda bare. I was gone for a while, so I tossed anything that’d spoil before I left.” She unfolded herself to stand up, giving a little stretch before she took the couple of steps to the bathroom. “Meant to run to the shops before I came in last night, but someone distracted me. Still, should be something to tide us over until delivery gets here. Beer in the fridge if you wanna start your day that way. Protein bars, if nothing else.”
Mark flipped open the cupboard door after she’d closed the door behind her and grimaced. A stack of ramen packs, a handful of MRE’s, a few condiment packets, and instant coffee. And just as she’d said, one open box of protein bars, asari by the script.
Aedan popped back up at his elbow a few minutes later as he frowned down at the box in his hands, reading the sell by date. He cut his eyes towards her; from her amused glance at him as she slid the box to see what he was pointing at, there was no doubt in his mind his own face read anything other than incredulous.
She stretched up to the cabinet and set two mugs in front of them, smirk ghosting on the corners of her lips. “Those dates are just suggestions, you know. It’s perfectly fine.”
"Yeah, OK, maybe by a few weeks. Aedan, these are outta date by two fuckin' years."
"Had one yesterday morning, hasn't killed me yet.” Then she scrunched her nose up and admitted, “They're a little dry, though. I didn’t realize I’d been hauling ‘em around that long."
He snorted as he tucked them back in the cupboard. "A little dry, she says..." If he ever needed a tooth cracked, he now knew who to hit up for the operation.
"Dunk 'em in a beer, it's fine. Why waste perfectly good food; there's a war on somewhere, you know?"
"Because that's an insult to decent beer." The kettle that had been heating clicked off and he debated the instant coffee or the small box of unidentified teabags next to the jar. Given the dates on the food, it was a crapshoot on if either would be merely stale or completely undrinkable.
She went straight for the jar of coffee, spinning a teaspoon in her fingers. “You’ll have to forgive my lack of hospitality, Shep. I don’t do ‘morning after’ coffee real often.” Her teaspoon spun again, but when he glanced up there was a little curl of a smile on the corner of her mouth.
“Not a worry,” he grinned back over a sip, leaning his ass against the tiny counter. The box of petrified protein bars got shoved to the side. “But I am gonna wipe your food slate clean and get actually in-date food. Ya heathen.”
The teaspoon pointed directly at his face.
"Do not throw out my snacks; we can order in something green. In my defense, most days I need to eat out to hit my contacts."
MShepard/FShepard AU, Pre-canon Earthborn/War Hero meets Colonist/Ruthless
Chapter 20: Un-Fuck You...Or...Whatever by @nightmarestudio606 (potionsmaster) and @shadoedseptmbr
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Summary: Aedan's a real ball-buster when you get down to it
(We’re BACK- sorry for the hiatus, sometimes life just doesn’t pay attention to fic schedules. Thanks so much for sticking with us, we sure missed them. Hope you enjoy!)
She's almost asleep, chin tucked in against her hand curled against her chest when she feels the mattress shift. His hand skims her arm and then he's rolled into her, pulling her close. It takes her a beat to realize he's still asleep as he curls around her- like she's the pillow he'd been clutching; his face pressed into the join of her neck and shoulder.
And she waits, one breath, two. For him to wake up and roll away. For her usual scuttle of nerves to send her trying to wriggle out.
Another breath. God, he's warm.
She can feel her spine relax and she lets out the breath. Settling against him.
And closes her eyes, letting that steady heartbeat lull her back to sleep
Sunday Snippet
you’ll get my six lines later, here’s a bit of a treat The ship breathes around them as she blinks open her eyes to the faint strip lighting and it takes her a moment to feel the slightly scratchy weave of the standard issue sheets, the stolid square pillow under her head instead of the mildly terrifying plummet she’d woken from. She starfishes her hand out and brushes the edge of the mattress, then the other and…oh. She’d fallen asleep again. The thing is…she’s still not sure she didn’t dream him up, too. Conjured him up like one of Mama Des’ premonitions. The ship hums soothingly, cutting its smooth path through their stars and she watches him breathing steadily, turned her way for a change instead of curled up on the edge, but still wrapped around his pillow like it might try and escape. >If she could have dreamed of anything back then, the way the glimmer of bluish light catches that cheekbone and the arch of that eyebrow were probably beyond her but just in case…just in case she’d had just that much imagination she has to carefully lift her hand, and trace the air over them, watching the shadow fall on him. It isn’t quite enough and here, in the dark with him sound asleep, it’s safe to let herself wonder. There’s just a hint of warm breath on her hand and the heat draws her like a magnet to skim the edge of her thumb along his hairline, to that scar that she knows the story behind now. To the faint tickle of stubble and the smooth line that splits it and…
He moves…just a little and she holds her breath, still as if she’d spooked a target.
Then he tilts his head into her touch like he’s awake. The faintest press back against the…the caress and a hmm of contentment before he sinks deeper into sleep.
The thud of her heart tells her she’s still holding her breath, eyes wide in the dark and she’s caught between wanting to try it again and wanting to hold that moment, real and soft against her.
She pulls her hand in, curling her fingers around that sensation of stubble and smooth and that moment as if she can hold it against her chest. And she drifts back to sleep safe between his steady breathing and their ship slipping through the long dark around them.
six lines for sunday
He saw her lean forward to shut her camera off and roused himself from the warmth of Mark’s chest to get back into view. “Hey.”
Her eyes flicked up to the screen again.
“You know...gravity’s still switched off, right?”
Her smile was a little crooked but the husky answer still came, “I know.”
MShepard/FShepard AU, Pre-canon Earthborn/War Hero meets Colonist/Ruthless
Chapter 19: DTF by @nightmarestudio606 (potionsmaster) and @shadoedseptmbr
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Summary: People watching is always interesting, particularly on Omega
or: “So when I said ‘never again...’”
MShepard/FShepard AU, Pre-canon Earthborn/War Hero meets Colonist/Ruthless
Chapter 18: Sweet Not-So-Nothings by @nightmarestudio606 (potionsmaster) and @shadoedseptmbr
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Summary: With everything that's been going on, there were a few kinks to work out.
