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[mounted-archer]

I wanted to play too!

@gammaraydeath @milkywayes @that-wildwolf

[theoriginalladya]

Destiny's Fate

Destiny’s Fate is the main story in my ShepShep world. John and Jane Shepard have known one another since they were fifteen years old. Through thick and thin they’ve been friend, lover, and spouse to one another. Destiny has a grand plan for them.

Until Jane dies over Alchera and John finally finds a way to live again. When they meet up again on Horizon, both their worlds are shattered. Harsh words and bitterness ensue, as does a divorce, leaving them on a different sort of battlefield. A personal one.

But Destiny’s grand plan cannot be changed, and as the promised Reaper attack gets underway, they are brought together once more to face the greatest threat all civilization in the galaxy has ever known. Can they set aside their differences enough to partner up and defeat the common enemy? Or will their own personal battles defeat them in the process?

Summary: Once united in all things, Destiny has guided John and Jane Shepard to separate, divergent paths; however, both know the future holds a far greater threat than the rest of the galaxy is willing to acknowledge. Can they join together one last time to complete the mission they started together, or will Fate deal them a final losing hand …

Tags: marriage, divorce, strained relationships, angst, pregnancy (past), loss of pregnancy (past), emotional hurt/comfort, death, descrption of battle, biotics, injury

Chapter: Swimming Upstream

Word Count: approximately 2600

Excerpt:

The trickle of water echoes eerily around her as consciousness finds Jane, and for just a second, she smiles and sighs.  Whoever would have thought Anderson would have a decorative waterfall in his apartment?  But something is off about the sound; it’s flat and dull, more a leaky faucet than soothing musical interlude in life.  A frown forms and she shifts her hip. Pain shoots up her right leg, not stopping until it reaches her right shoulder.  With a groan and a forceful heave to lever herself upward, she slowly opens her eyes. “Where the fuck am I?” Though dark, bits of light do give her some perspective, bright slivers shaped by the beams of metal and reflecting on multiple shards of glass lying around her.  Drawing her lower lip between her teeth, she shifts again, gaining her legs beneath her.  Her entire body aches.  From her head to her ribs, all the way down to the knuckle of her left pinky toe, everything hurts.  The pain itself is more blinding than the light, and she pauses for a long moment to take several deep breaths, willing it away.  Only, she can’t get it all the way in, not without her ribs screaming and unconsciousness teasing at the corners of her vision. “Fuck!” In her mind, a deep, rumbling laugh echoes.  Who needs air?  You’re Commander Fucking Shepard, aren’t you?

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Read on AO3 // Read from Beginning // Read Destiny’s Fate:Downtime // Read Series

Thank you all for reading and your comments! Feel free to drop an ask if you have questions about ShepShep or just want to talk about them! :)

Also, for those interested, I've recreated my ShepShep Playlist over on Spotify. It includes songs I've listened to at various times throughout the writing of the Destiny series, not just this story.

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Sorry for the seven month delay, but life has been a bit challenging most of this year! However, things seem to be on the upswing finally, so let's see what happens next for ShepShep, hmm?

[blakelyohgee]

Master List

I'm trying to get back into creating after a crazy year, and I don't think I have one of these yet, so might as well.

My main OC page can be found here with pictures, mood boards, bios, etc for my current OCs. My retired OCs can be found here along with links to their stories. I primarily write mShenko and Shep/Shep. I'm a sucker for backstories and origin stories as I like to go outside of canon and explore the characters.

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OCs

Beau Shepard - Earthborn/War Hero/Infiltrator/Paragade Dante Shepard - Earthborn/Butcher/Adept/Renegade Jake Shepard - Colonist/Sole Survivor/Vanguard/Paragade Ilse Schafer - Earthborn/War Hero/ANN Reporter/Paragon Mark Shepard - Earthborn/Butcher/Infiltrator/Renegon Caitlyn Shepard - Colonist/Butcher/Doctor/Paragon John Shepard - Colonist/Butcher/Adept/Renegade Nikolaj Shepard - Spacer/War Hero/Vanguard/Renegon Remi Corbin Shepard - Colonist/War Hero/Infiltrator/Renegade Séarlait Shepard - Colonist/Sole Survivor/Adept/Paragade Greyson Shepard - Colonist/Butcher/Adept/Paragade Lukas Shepard - Colonist/Butcher/Sentinel/Renegade Red Shepard - Earthborn/War Hero/Vanguard/Renegade

Recent Works

Blind Faith - mShep/mShep (Complete) John/Jake The Best Medicine - mShenko (Complete) Jake/Kaidan A Knock at the Door - mShenko (Complete) Mark/Kaidan Your Arms Feel Like Home - fShep/mShep (In Progress) Caitlyn/John Laissez les Bon Temps Rouler - mShenko poly (In Progress) Kaidan/Beau/Dante

[colorfes]

GO TO BED SOON ISN'T IT LIKE SUPER LATE FOR YOU? TUCKING U IN

It’s 1 am Uhmmm I was finishing a drawing and then eating cookies and . <3 LOVE YOU off I go I was just about to head out thankies u_u

[toolatetofall]

So this is part one of the first chapter of my ShepShep fic. I know not everyone likes second person POV, sorry kind of. 

It’s from femshep’s perspective; earthborn, sole survivor, and she’s not “the” Shepard. Feedback is appreciated. :)

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You don’t remember how you found out about your mother. You remember where you were, what you were doing, the sights and the sounds, but you don’t remember being told. You’d been staying with your neighbor- Olivia- while your mother was at work, sitting on Olivia’s coarse, mildew-ridden rug watching some mindless show on TV while she kept vigil from the kitchen table. You can remember the itchy jumper you’d been wearing- a pink and yellow, fuzzy monstrosity you’d lost while transitioning between houses. You can remember the chips Olivia had given you for a snack, taste reminiscent of cardboard buried in salt. You can remember the voices of the cartoon characters, too cheerful as they chirped a song about manners. You can remember it all like you’re still there, but for the life of you you can’t remember the peace breaking into panic. 

You have the vague impression of chaos: Olivia’s panic tone on a telephone, the backseat of a social worker’s shuttle, an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar place. At some point, you know someone explained to you that she was missing, but you don’t remember. It’s a blur. 

Your therapist says that’s normal; you were young, it was traumatic, it makes sense. They say you might not ever remember completely and that that’s okay. You disagree, but hey, that’s why they’re the therapist.

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[theoriginalladya]

Destiny's Fate - Chapter Update

Destiny’s Fate is the main story in my ShepShep world. John and Jane Shepard have known one another since they were fifteen years old. Through thick and thin they’ve been friend, lover, and spouse to one another. Destiny has a grand plan for them.

Until Jane dies over Alchera and John finally finds a way to live again. When they meet up again on Horizon, both their worlds are shattered. Harsh words and bitterness ensue, as does a divorce, leaving them on a different sort of battlefield. A personal one.

But Destiny’s grand plan cannot be changed, and as the promised Reaper attack gets underway, they are brought together once more to face the greatest threat all civilization in the galaxy has ever known. Can they set aside their differences enough to partner up and defeat the common enemy? Or will their own personal battles defeat them in the process?

Summary: Once united in all things, Destiny has guided John and Jane Shepard to separate, divergent paths; however, both know the future holds a far greater threat than the rest of the galaxy is willing to acknowledge. Can they join together one last time to complete the mission they started together, or will Fate deal them a final losing hand …

Tags: marriage, divorce, strained relationships, angst, pregnancy (past), loss of pregnancy (past), emotional hurt/comfort, death, descrption of battle, biotics, injury

Chapter: R&R

Word Count: approximately 2500

Excerpt:

“Sir?”

Pausing in the middle of reading the latest reports out of the Traverse, Kaidan glances over at Specialist Ramirez at one of the nearby terminals.  Things are heating up out there; the war is taking its toll in many ways.  Already limited resources are getting harder to find as more and more colonies are lost each day.  The hesitancy in the specialist’s tone does little to reassure him that whatever the reason for the interruption is good. 

Swallowing back the dread that follows on the heels of that realization, he sets his datapad aside and gives the Specialist his full attention.  “What is it, Ramirez?”

“Sir, Admiral Anderson is on the QEC asking to speak with you.”

Anderson?  That’s…unexpected.  It isn’t a name he expects right now, let alone hear from directly.  The only one on the Normandy who’s been in contact with him is Jane and that’s on a sporadic basis as the situation on Earth allows.  In fact, they’d spoken just a few days ago when Anderson had passed along that he was making his way east across North America.  There wasn’t any reason for another call so soon, was there?

Unless…

Kaidan shakes his head to free it of negative thoughts trying to push in.  No, if something had happened, he wouldn’t be the one calling let alone asking for me.  This is something else…but, what? 

“Are you sure he doesn’t mean the commander, Ramirez?”

“Yes, major.  He asked specifically for you.  By name.”

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Read on AO3 // Read from Beginning // Read Destiny’s Fate:Downtime // Read Series

Thank you all for reading and your comments! Feel free to drop an ask if you have questions about ShepShep or just want to talk about them! :)

Also, for those interested, I've recreated my ShepShep Playlist over on Spotify. It includes songs I've listened to at various times throughout the writing of the Destiny series, not just this story.

[theoriginalladya]

Last Line Challenge

i was challenged by @cr-noble-writes - Thank you!!!

rules: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Let's see...

“You still got your dancing shoes, Cortez?” Jane asks in complete seriousness.

Tagging: At this point in the morning (without my caffeine yet), I can't think of twelve people to tag, so... anyone who wants to participate, consider yourself tagged!

[theoriginalladya]

WIP Whenever

Woke up this morning with the next ShepShep chapter talking to me (Thank GOD!) for the first time in over six months. Shenanigans started then escalated thanks to a few friends on Discord...

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“Where are we going?”

Kaidan weaves his way through Citadel traffic with ease, a small smile toying at the corner of his lips as he laughs.  “You really have the patience of a vorcha, don’t you?”

Jane snorts, head darting to stare out the passenger window but not before her own lips twitch.  “A vorcha?  Seriously?”

“Well, it’s certainly not an elcor.”

Her lips purse into a thin line as her eyes narrow. “With great impatience:  Where are we going?”

If it’s possible for a skycar to skid, it does.  Kaidan scrambles for a moment to get it back under control before he throws an annoyed look at her.  “Really?”

She shrugs and feigns innocence before mimicking the elcor manner of speech again.  “Intentionally annoying:  Are we there yet?”

Exasperation oozes out in the form of a heavy sigh and Kaidan resigns himself to the situation.  His own fault, probably.  Then again, her sense of humor is unique.  Two, however, can play this game.  “With genuine unconcern:  We get there when we get there.”

Another snort, far more indelicate than the last one, surrounds them.  “Oh, it’s on now, Alenko.”  Jane clears her throat and Kaidan mentally braces himself for what she has in store this time.  “We go now!”

Kaidan’s lungs seize and the skycar jerks again as he fights for breath while Jane alters her voice to sound more like a vorcha.  “Do not make me turn this skycar around!” he rasps as another vehicle screams past them, horn blaring.

“No make turn shuttle around!” she continues, a wide grin now reaching from ear to ear.  “Will do it!”  And just like that, she folds her arms across her chest and sits deeper into her seat. Thank god they’re almost there.  “You are incorrigible!”