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straighttohellbuddy · 3 years

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i'd really like to hear about 5, 27, and 32 for the 35 fanfiction writer question game! if it isn't a game/i misinterpreted what you meant, i'm really sorry!

It is an ask game! Also I love you thank you!!

I'm putting this one first because I've wanted to talk about it for a while, and yeah it should probably be a post of it's own but here we go;

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I think there's a real art to being able to write X Reader fics, and I think the more you write, the more nuance you develop in order to weave a story around the reader's characteristics to make it inclusive while also personal. i think there's a conversation to be had about inclusivity in the YouTube x Reader community, and while the heavy prevalence of NB!Reader fics is amazing, we still have to look at what other biases we're inserting into our works. descriptions of, or moments regarding, the reader's skin tone, size, hair, clothing choices, family, etc, should be considered carefully if you're looking to make this as accessible as possible for the wide variety of readers. i appreciate people who specify if they're writing a particular type of reader (chubby!reader, or short-haired!reader, etc) because it sets a precedent for the fic, but if you go in without that caveat and suddenly the reader is being described as tanned or with long wavy hair or something, that breaks the immersion and alienates the readers who don't fit this narrow description. uh, also this is just a small thing, but when writing NB!Readers, don't forget about AMAB nb folks existing and being taken into consideration in your writing.

like i said, there's an art to being able to write around describing the reader, while still making the story feel personal. we just have to think about if what we're writing would make sense if we were not ourselves, if that makes sense???

also just personally i'd like to see more diversity in the people chosen for the representations of the read in IG/SMAU posts.

5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

I actually don't have one definitive answer for this because I've been writing for a very long time so I have a few favourites for different reasons.

for this blog; once you say it out loud it can't be undone {Corpse Husband} | 17K. non-fatal hanahaki au ft. bes frend ethan gameplays. of course this is my favourite, have you read it? it's good!

Feelings are fair game for nine months out of the year, but God forbid you develop a crush during Hanahaki Season; three months of coughing up petals just because you’re in love with someone who doesn’t love you back? It’s a damn inconvenience. You haven’t had an active Hanahaki Season in the four years since you started YouTube, and you think that since you’re in quarantine, not going outside, not meeting new people, you’ll be fine this year too! Except that you start playing Among Us with a group of people you’ve never met before, friends of friends, including the elusive Corpse Husband, who’s kind, and funny, and may be flirting with you, but you’re not quite sure. The point is, you make friends with him not expecting much beyond a streaming buddy, but then you get talking more often, chatting and joking at all hours in DMs, and he’s calling you sweet nicknames on stream, and you wake up on the first day of your Season coughing up flower petals and cursing yourself for falling for a man who’s first name you don’t even know!

but also because i can and will plug my own shit

Reader Insert (also my Overall favourite rn); heard your name in every love song {Ben Hardy} | 72k. fwb-to-lovers, also the author clearly has an x-men hyperfixation. actor!reader.

When you’re twelve and you have a crush on your babysitter, your parents think it’s puppy love, think it’s cute, and you’ll forget about it soon enough. When you’re fifteen, and your former babysitter’s on TV in one of the UK’s most successful soap operas, and is still decidedly hot, all you can remember is the advice he’d given you, and how he’d let you win when playing videogames. When you’re nineteen and you score a supporting role in an X-Men film, the last thing you’d expected was to be acting opposite your former babysitter, and - as it turns out - romancing his character; he’s still decidedly handsome, and you’re definitely not a little kid anymore. He doesn’t even recognize you, and you know what? You’re glad.

OC Fic; Molotov Heart {Alex Summers} | 70k (ish). follows the sequel x-men trilogy and literally spans 20 years. ALSO CLEARLY THE AUTHOR HAS AN X-MEN HYPERFIXATION

Aoibheal Cassidy didn't hesitate to follow her big brother, Sean, when he's recruited by Charles and Erik, even if she's not technically a mutant (yet). By his side, she grows up as the youngest member of Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, but world won't wait for a girl to grow up, and her life is torn apart by war and disaster; things get worse before they get better. As the years pass, she realises she always ends up on Charles's team with Alex and Hank by her side, even if she's not the little girl they once knew.

and finally, purely canon fic: not from the absence of violence | Breaking Bad. 6.5k. au where jesse gets out of the business like he wants to in season 5, and comes home to find a teenage runaway living in his house.... actually its kind of a little bit of an oc fic but not the way my oc fics usually are.

Sometimes a family is one of the (former) best meth cooks in America, his two best friends who happen to be (former) meth dealers, a teenage runaway, and five million dollars. -- "...and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it." - Richard Siken

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I feel very very lucky and very blessed to receive such lovely and kind comments on the fics that I write, but I've got two that stand out the most in my mind, and it's the comments @bingusmode and @marvelsmurphy left on the aforementioned once you say it out loud it can't be undone {Corpse Husband},,,, literally i would die for both of them. i reread the comments on that fic every so often because everyone is so damn lovely, but i just grin like an idiot and turn into that picture of kermit hugging his phone whenever i read their comments specifically. i love you guys

32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.

for my upcoming fic that i posted those memes about a few days ago; 'god's perfect idiot {Wilbur Soot}'

light-hearted streamer joins smp; shocks everyone with capacity for angst

I loved this!! feel free to send in more!!

#your local homosexual with no chill

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merelliahallewell · 5 years

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A Steamy Romance Novel.

Merellia writes the steamiest romance story content there is, but can’t seem to actually get a moment to indulge in her writing.

Originally posted on the ED forums way back when, so this is kind of a longer one. The whole thing is after the jump!

It was a quiet October morning at Light’s Hope Chapel. The wind stirred at the leaves of the trees, sending handfuls cascading slowly to the ground, while the branches of the pines rustled against each other under the chilly breeze. The sun shone brightly overhead, illuminating the grounds of the great encampment around the chapel. Holy men and women of all kinds had gathered there recently, offering aid to the wounded paladins of the Silver Hand. Merellia Hallewell was among the clergy there. She’d kept to herself these days, only leaving her tent when she would check upon her leader, wounded in battle with a death knight. With her superior (and frend) Lady Valorheart incapacitated, Merellia might have even even grown a little bit lonely. She hated it here. It wasn’t as if she enjoyed the company of the self-righteous Argents, anyway, but somebody to talk to would be nice. She opened her small bundle of belongings she’d brought with her, and began to search for her journal- it was time to do some writing. In the months since she’d joined the Scarlet March, Merellia hadn’t gotten much time to write. She’d allowed herself to be consumed by work, keeping little time for herself. “I used to enjoy this,” she muttered, locating the journal and fishing it out of the bundle. “I think it is time to start a new story, though.” She found a fresh quill and ink bottle, and arranged them on the small table she’d been provided. She enjoyed writing romance. It was fulfilling for her, in a way, to get these ideas out onto the page. It wasn’t as if she’d have a romance of her own, after all. Was it a vice, to write such things? Perhaps so. After all, she had taken vows, early on in the Crusade, but writing romance wasn’t like she was breaking them. Merciella let out the last quiet note of her morning hymns, allowing a peaceful silence to return to the small chapel. It was barely past sunrise, the first light of the day just barely peeking past the eastern hills and through the stained glass to fall onto Merciella’s kneeling form. Her arms were still lifted up, as if she was offering her hymn to the Light... Merellia lifted her quill, squinting judgmentally at her own words. Merciella the priestess? Was that truly what she was going with for a name? If somebody found this- it might even be obvious who the writer was... not that Merelllia had any intention of publishing it. No, none at all. This was something purely for her own eyes. Perhaps she’d make Merciella an Argent, just to be sure to throw people off. Up at the top of the page, she scribbled out “A Steamy Romance Novel: Argent Allure.” That worked. ...A slight cough disturbed the silence, and Merciella froze and turned her head towards the source of the noise. Before her was a woman of such incredible beauty that she couldn’t help but inhale sharply. Long, curly hair the radiant color of sunlight itself cascaded down onto her shoulders, her form encased in an armored robe that gave only the slightest hint at curves hidden beneath. Her sword rested at her side as she leaned back against one of the pillars with her arms crossed, eyeing Merciella with a smile and a gaze that sent shivers down the priestess’ spine... Merellia dipped her quill in the ink once again, coughing slightly before she resumed her writing. She could picture it in her mind’s eye, now. ...Their gazes roamed across each other briefly before their eyes met. Her face seemed kind and youthful, and the look in her eyes belied wisdom and grace beyond her years. After a moment’s worth of eye contact, the woman spoke. “That was a beautiful hymn, priestess. Forgive me for intruding, and for my quietness. I didn’t wish to stop you.” The corners of her mouth twitched into a small, encouraging smile, and Merciella couldn’t help but feel a smile form on her own face in response. She’d nod after a few moments, trying to suppress the blush creeping onto her cheeks.. “Thank you, Ma’am. This is... just my daily ritual. I am not used to having an audience, a- and especially not one like you.”

The priestess flushed fully, now, diverting her gaze from the woman’s face to the cold stone floor. “One so, ah-... um-... never mind. My apologies.” She forgot she’d been kneeling, having been so enraptured by her visitor’s beauty, and stood up, using the altar to get to her feet. “Most of the other clergy here are still in their dormitories, but I would gladly assist you with whatever you may need, Miss...” she quirked a brow, waiting for a name.

The woman let out a laugh. “I am Lady Lightshield, paladin defender of the Church- but you’re more than welcome to address me as Alanra.”

“O- oh, my. Well, Lady Ligh- Alanra, I am more than happy to assist you in any ways you might need. Um- if you wish, I could-”

Alanra? Was that subtle enough? Probably not. Merellia set her quill back to the page when a voice called from outside. It was strong and clear, belonging to Armin Bast of the Scarlet March. “INQUISITOR, GRAND CRUSADER VALORHEART HAS AWOKEN AND HAS REQUESTED YOUR PRESENCE!”

“Oh Light,” she muttered, putting a hand to her chest. She steadied her breathing and looked over to the tent flaps, where the armored man stood rigidly. “You startled me, Armin! Um… tell her I will be there momentarily!” Merellia’s eyes scanned the page for a moment, and she sighed wistfully. She would have to write of Merciella and Alanra when she returned.

She rose and pulled her white cloak about her form, exiting the tent and nearly bumping right into Bast. “GREETINGS, MILADY!”

“Hello, Armin. Take me to Lady Valorheart. I will attend to her. However, I must ask that you keep an eye on my tent-”

“I SHALL KEEP THIS TENT UNDER MY PROTECTION, AND NONE SHALL ENTER IT. I WILL GUARD IT WITH MY VERY LIFE.”

Merellia just gave him a simple nod and a somewhat forced smile. Hopefully he would not be too curious- she might die of embarrassment if anybody were to have read her writing. She sighed wistfully looked back at the tent as they headed over to the Grand Crusader’s tent. She just wanted to get back to her writing.

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She had put Valorheart back to sleep with an tea and a blessing for healthy sleep, ensuring she’d have her evening quiet and free to write. She’d been going for hours, now, filling page after page with her writings. ...Merciella was in her regular garb today, eschewing the robes she’d been wearing for the past few days. It was warmer, and if her other uniform allowed her to get away without wearing pants, then she saw no reason to torment herself. Her tabard flapped in the light breeze, which was warm against her exposed thighs and arms. Today was a nice day, and the priestess tended to her small herb garden outside the chapel. Her staff leaned against a nearby post. Nearby, though she did not know it, the eyes of Lady Alanra roamed over her form, basking in every inch of it. Perhaps it might have been a sin, how long her eyes lingered over Merellia’s- Merellia immediately crossed through her own name, muttering half of a curse, and then scribbled over it once again to be safe. She’d gotten herself so lost in the story she’d written her own name in place of Merciella. She set her quill down, pushing the stopper back into her ink. Perhaps it was best to- “INQUISITOR! M-MERELLIA.” A shout came from outside her tent, interrupting her thoughts.. It was a familiar voice- the gilnean boy, Loraeus. His voice shook as he yelled for her, and her eyes flicked to the entrance of her tent. Light, this was the worst time. She just wanted to finish the story. The inquisitor rose from her seat, and promptly tripped over the pile of romance novels she’d been reading for reference. “Ow! J- just a moment, Loraeus!” She winced as she slipped on her thin sandals, and hastily turned over the brand-new cover of The Shieldmaiden’s Wife so that it couldn’t be recognized. After a moment, her hands grasped the tent flaps, and she poked her head out. “Now, how can I-...” She stopped halfway through his name, and blinked a few times, taking note of his bloodied garb. Light, not now. Even still, she was bound to help him, and he looked awful. Merellia sighed and pulled the trembling, bloodied boy in by the scruff of his too-big robes. She’d have to write later.

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Later that night, Merellia spoke her nightly prayers, and began to crawl into her cot. She’d had an exhausting day, from Bast and Valorheart to Loraeus, and her once-quiet evening was virtually nonexistent.

As she laid her head down, staring at the small lantern on her desk, an idea struck her. Immediately, she leapt up from bed and moved to her writing desk, taking a seat. The inquisitor smiled to herself, stretching and dipping her quill in ink once again. It was time to begin the climax of the story.

...Gravel crunched underfoot as Merciellia approached the a small gazebo, hidden away by the woods. Her hand retrieved a folded note she’d received this morning, from a hidden pocket sewn into her garments. In elegant, thin strokes, Sandria had offered them a moment alone.

Priestess, I would very much desire to meet with you this afternoon, and perhaps talk, even. However- I fear that the high abbot may disapprove of it, and I do not wish for you to risk his displeasure. We must meet in secret...

Merellia felt her face grow warm- blushing at her own writing. A secret meeting. How very romantic. Sweet, even. She put a hand to her chest and sighted before she slipped into the story, mentally exchanging Merciella for herself.

We must meet in secret, in the woods. There is a very pretty stone gazebo, by the stream in the western wood. We should not be disturbed there. I hope to gaze upon your beauty there, in the setting sun. -A

The A was perfectly shaped, the lines thin and elegant- proper handwriting befitting of Alanra. Merciella had, of course, read the note immediately, offering a small nod to the knight as she passed her in the corridor. “I will be there, my lady,” she whispered. Before sunset, Merciella had snuck out, taking a walking staff and pulling her cloak’s hood over her head to hide her identity. A short trudge through the woods, and she found herself there.

She leaned against the stone of the structure, and it would not be long before a horse and rider appeared. It was Sandria. Merciella felt butterflies in her stomach.

“We do not have long, priestess. I left under the pretense of taking my steed riding before the cloak of night covers the land. We are alone, I take it?”

Merciella nodded. “We are, Lady Sandria. If I may ask, what is it that you wished me here for?”

“I think you know that answer as well as I, Merciella. I have caught your eyes wandering many times.”

“And I yours, Lady. It-... it is no sin for me to... admire beauty, I think.”

It was Sandria’s turn to blush. Despite it, she stepped closer, her partially-armored form pressing against Merciella for the first time. A shiver ran through the priestess, but she clutched needily at Sandria, as if she was about to be pulled away by a current. The knight’s face descended towards the priestess’ slowly, and their lips met-

Merellia stopped her writing as she blushed furiously, again. At her own writing, no less. She put a hand to her warm cheeks and reread the final few lines. A few moments later, she realized that she heard the clattering of armor, and with a “quiet” whisper, she heard the voice of Armin Bast once again.

“Inquisitor! I have need of you! It is urgent. I require a blessing to ward off evil before I surrender myself to the vulnerability of sleep!"

Merellia let out a sigh and worked to stow her writing away. She’d finish this story one day.

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mary-tudor · 6 years

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I will.Then shall the Minister say.Who qeueth this woman to be maried to this man?And the minister receiuing the woman at her father or frendes handes: shall cause the man to take the woman by the right hande, and so either geue their trouth to the other: the man first saying.[”The following wedding ceremony from the prayerbook of Edward VI (reigned 1547-1553) was taken from the Internet, where it had been distributed without attribution or commentary. This 1549 book of common prayer is said to show a first mingling of Anglican and Catholic sensibilities. The orthography of the day exhibits very loose spelling”~]

“First the bannes must be asked three seueral Soondaies or holye dayes, in the service tyme, the people beeyng presente, after the accustomed manner.

And if the persons that woulde bee maried dwel in diuers parishes, the bannes must bee asked in bothe parishes, and the Curate of thone parish shall not solemnize matrimonie betwixt them, withoute a certificate of the bannes beeyng thrise asked from the Curate of thother parishe.

At the daye appointed for Solenizacion of Matrimonie, the persones to be maried shal come into the bodie of ye churche, with theyr frends and neighbors. And there the preist shal thus saye.

Deerly beloued friends, we are gathered together here in the syght of God, and in the face of his congregationm to ioyne together this man and this woman on holy matrmonie, which is an honorable estate instituted of God in paradise, in the time of mannes [inncecie?], signifying unto us the mistcal union that is betwixte Christe and his Churche: which holy estste, Christe adorned and beutified with his presence, and first miracle that he wrought in Cana of Galile, and is commended of Sainct Paule to be honorable emong all men; and is therfore not to bee enterprised, nor taken in hande unaduisedlye, lightelye, or wantonly to satisfye mens carnal lustes and appetites, like brute beastes that haue no understanding: but reuerentely, discretely, aduisedly, soberly, and in the feare of God. Duely consideryng the causes for the whiche matrimonie was ordained. One cause was the procreacion of children, to be brought up in the feare and nurture of the Lord, an prayse of God. Secondly it was ordained for a remedie agaynst sinne, and to auoide fornicatcion, that suche persones as bee maried, might liue chastlie in matrimonie, and kepe themselues undefiled members of Christes bodye.Thirdlye for the mutuall societe, helpe, and coumfort, that the one oughte to haue of thother, boht in prosperitie and aduersitie. Into the whiche holy estate these two presones present come noew to be ioyned. Therfore if any man can shewe any iuste cause why they maie not lawfully be ioyned so together: Leat him now speake, or els hereafter for euer hold his peace.

And also speakyng to the persones that shalbe maried, he shalle saie.

I require and charge you (as you will aunswere at the dreadfull daye of iudgemente, when the secretes of all hartes shalbe disclosed) that if either of you doe knowe of any impedimente, why ye maie not bee lawfully ioyned together in matrimonie, that ye confesse it. For be ye wel assured, that so manye as bee coupled together otherwaies the Goddes woord doeth allow: are not ioyned of God, neither is their matrimonie lawful.

At which daye of mariage yf any man doe allege any impedimente why they maye not be coupled together on matrmonie; And will be bound and suritied with hym, to the parties, or els put in a caution to the full value of suche charges as the persones to bee maried do susteyne to proue allegacion: the the Solemnizacion muste bee differred, unto suche tyme as the trueth be tried. Yf no impedimente bee alleged, then shall the Curate saye unto the man.

[N.] Willte thou haue this woman to thy wedde wife, to liue together after Goddes ordeinuce in the holy estate of matrimonie? Wilt thou loue her, coumforte her, honor, and kepe her in sicknesse and in health? And forsaking all other kepe thee only to her, so long as you both shall liue?

The man shall aunswere.

I will.

Then shall the priest saye to the woman.

[N.] Wilt thou haue this man to thy wedde houseband, to liue together after Goddes ordienaunce, in the holy estate of matrimonie? Wilt thou abey him, and serue him, loue, honor, and kepe him in sicknes, and in health? And forsaking al other kepe thee onely to him, so long as you bothe shall liue?

The woman shall aunswere.

I will.

Then shall the Minister say.

Who qeueth this woman to be maried to this man?

And the minister receiuing the woman at her father or frendes handes: shall cause the man to take the woman by the right hande, and so either geue their trouth to the other: the man first saying.

I [N.] take thee [N.] to my wedde wife, to haue and to holde from this day forwarde, for better, for wurse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health, to loue and to cherishe, til death us departe: according to Goddes holy ordinuance: And thereto I plight thee my trouth.

Then shall they looce handes, and the woman taking again the man by the right hande shall say.

I [N.] take thee [N.] to my wedde husbande, to haue and to holde from this day forwarde, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickenes, and in health, to loue, cherishe, and to obey, till death us departe: accordyng to Goddes holy ordeinaunce: and thereto I giue thee my trouth.

Then shall they agayne looce theyr handes, and the manne shall geue unto the womanne a ring, and other tokens of spousage, as golde or siluer, laying the same upon the boke: And the Priest taking the ring shall deliuer it unto the man: to puy upon the fowerth finger of the womans left hande. And the man taught by the priest, shall say.

With thys ring I thee wed: Thys golde and siluer I thee geue: with my body I thee wurship: and withal my worldly goodes I thee endoew. In the name of the Father, and of the Sonne, and of the Holy Goste. Amen.

Then the man leauyng the ring upon the fowerth finger of the womans left hande, the minister shal say.

Let us pray. O eternal God creator of al mankinde, geuer of al spiritual grace, the auther of euerlasting life: Sende thy blessing upon these the seruauntes, thys manne and this woman, whome we blesse in thy name, that as Issac an Rebecca (after bracellets and jewels of golde geuen of thone to thother for tokes of their matrmonie) liued faithfullt together; So these persons may surely perfourme and kepe the vowe and couenaunt betwixt them made, wherof the ring geuen, and receiued, is a token and pledge. And may euer remayne in perfite loue and peace together; And lyue accordyng to thy lawes; through Jesus Christe our Lorde. Amen.

Then shall the minister speake unto the people.

Forasmuche as [N]. and [N]. haue consented together in holye wedlocke, and haue witnessed the same here before god and this cupany; and thereto haue geue and pleged theyr trouth eyther to other, an haue declared the same by ioyning of handes: I pronounce that they bee man and wyfe together. In the name of the Father, of the Sonne, and of the Holy Goste. Amen.

And the minister shall adde this blessyng.

God the Father blesse you. God the Sonne kepe you: God the Holye Goste lighte your understanding: The Lorde mercifully with his fouour loke upon you, and so fil you with al spiritual benediction, and grace, that you may haue remissio of your sinnes in this life, and in the worlde to come lyfe everlastyng. Amen.”

Link: https://eudocs.lib.byu.edu/index.php/Wedding_Ceremony_-_From_the_prayerbook_of_Edward_VI

#primary resource #primary sources #Edwardian days #King Edward VI #Edward VI #Tudor Era #Tudor sources #Tudor costumes #Tudor #Early Modern England #Tudor Dynasty #Common Book Prayer #16th century #Protestantism #Protestant Reformation #marriage #protestant marriage

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stevecs-blog · 2 years

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afairytalestray · 3 years

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🌺send this to ten bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going🌺

🥺🥺🥺 bless u frend <3

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genovia · 7 years

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Pillow Fight

@ghil-dirthalen submitted:

Right… I hope this isn’t trash or that it’s the good kind of trash. I was super sleepy when I started writing it and when I got up almost got myself convinced that it wasn’t good enough to send ya. I also hope it isn’t too long.

I’m sorry you were stuck with stupid people yesterday, hope this makes up for it even slightly. Don’t feel like you have to keep it or anything though, if it’s terrible or not your thing you can delete it. ^^ FEEL BETTER NEW FREND and have a great day.

LASKDFA THIS WAS AN AMAZING READ thank you so much for writing this for me!!! honestly this fic is #blessed YOU’RE INCREDIBLE I LOVE U

Well. This was a bit of a quandary. Not entirely, perhaps… they had survived what could only be referred to as a suicide run. Now he really had time to sit down and think about what had come… before it.

Garrus felt the flare of his mandibles and cleared his throat as his thoughts jolted him from a rather in-depth review of the way Shepard was pacing the mess floor. It was enough to make her pause, sending a concerned glance his way until something tipped her off. His own gaze narrowed as a smug twist lifted one corner of her lips, her head giving a small shake.

He needed to figure out where this thing was going. Not Normandy, everything was taken care of there; with her. This. Even that small smile made him feel slightly better. Shepard hadn’t shown anything but irritable anxiety since she had left the communications room. Perhaps no one else had picked up on it. There was an unmistakable air of relief and challenge across the ship except for that tightly packed in bubble that gave his girl just a bit of a snap in her hips.

Ah, but the problem wasn’t deciding if this was what he wanted… it was determining how to get what he wanted. A real damn smile like he hadn’t seen since he had removed his helmet and she had realised that Archangel was non-other than disgraced Turian C-Sec officer Garrus Vakarian. That had been something else, the utter relief in her body language had floored him even more than seeing her alive after two years. She’d lit up.

If Shepard wasn’t going to put herself first every once in a fucking while, he would have… no, he would enjoy doing it for her. Without breaking the eye contact he’d made with her, ignoring the sunken shading beneath her eyes, he gave a slow wink. It made her look aside first, towards the ceiling with beseeching roll of those eyes as one hand rubbed at her jaw to hide either a grin or a flush. He wasn’t sure from this angle but both ideas were pleasing.

Rising, he casually made his way toward the elevator. Part of him wanted to just pick her up and cart her off but she had a certain image to maintain for the crew. While a day might come where he decided enough was enough, it wasn’t today. Instead, as he punched in the floor he wanted and the doors slid noiselessly shut, he fired up his omni-tool and sent a quick message.

Lets talk. Meet in Loft.

It was simple, he knew she would jump to a certain conclusion. Its main purpose was only to get her out of sight of her men, however. He wasn’t sure how long he would have before she arrived, if she would linger to avoid suspicion. Their… relationship wasn’t secret by any means but professionalism was a must they both comprehended.

“EDI. Mind helping me out?” He rapped a knuckle against the door, hoping that the AI would allow him in without Shepard being there first.

“Of course.” The polite female voice didn’t unnerve him as much as it had when he first realised that Joker had released the AI from all her restrictions.

Glancing over his shoulder, he breathed a sigh of relief as the door unsealed itself before the elevator showed any signs of movement. “Thanks, EDI. I owe you for this one.” He stepped through the door and continued into the room, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. Her response froze him briefly in his tracks, almost making him stumble on the short staircase.

“Using the title of Overlord is an acceptable repayment.”

He stared incredulously at the pulsing blue presence by the door.

“That was a joke. Your thanks is enough.”

Idly turning back toward the bed, he shook his head slowly, “You’ve been spending way too much time with Joker.” The next part of his task was determining how, exactly, he was going to achieve his desired results. He didn’t want to make her escape her problems, he wanted to make her legitimately relax.

Delicately he lifted one of her pillows to his face, eyes closing as he breathed deep. A sheepish smile forming as he untangled some stray hair from his face.

The response of his body at the pneumatic hiss of the cabin door and the soft sigh of his name was instinctive but completely illogical. His pivot and his arm added momentum to the fluffy projectile as the pillow was flung at his Commander. Ducking to his left behind the cover of her raised desk was just as automatic.

A moment later he peered around the thin column at the top of the stairs, an unrepentant grin on his face even as he held himself ready for her response. Shepard sat on her ass in the middle of the entry, eyes wide and a pillow in her lap. He’d taken her so off guard it’d knocked her over. “That was my face,Vakarian.”

He shrugged one shoulder in self-satisfied nonchalance, folding his arms over his chest. “Sniper’s reflexes, sweetie. Headshot every time.”

Apparently, he’d pressed the right buttons as fire flared in her gaze and her hands gripped his weapon of choice. “That’s how you’re going to be?” In an instant she was up and down the stairs even as Garrus backpedalled towards the bed in search of more ammo. She got a few good hits in before he could clamber over the bed and reach the other pillow. He managed to get an arm up to defend himself in the meantime, trying hard not to laugh.

“Still tackling a problem by trying to brute force it into submission, I see.” Garrus panted, getting her in the stomach as she wildly took another swing with her pillow, taking her shot with his shoulder.

The eyebrow that arched at him as she paused was sliced through by a scar and, for some reason, always distracted him. It was still enough time for him to roll away and put the bed between them. “Giving up so soon, sweetie?”

Her smile was just a bit wicked but it sent a shudder down his spine, “Sorry, I was still back on tackling and submission.”

Garrus felt his jaw drop slightly before he shook his head to clear it, rubbing his free hand across his face in exasperation. “Alright, Shepard, seems I’ll have to clear some things up for you.” He was ready for her when she came at him across the bed again, blocking with his arm but twisting to grip her arm and throw her balance until she fell back onto the sheets.

Shepard was scrambling back even as he came for her, “Hey, this was a pillow fight not a sparring match!” She wriggled free when he gripped at her thigh to try and pull her back towards him. When she made it back to her side of the bed and backed up farther, he followed even though he knew she was deliberately drawing him into an attackable position.

The grin on her face and the breathless spark of challenge in her eyes was impossible to resist and he wanted to keep it there as long as possible, even if it meant her getting the better of him.

Which it certainly did this time. As his feet met the floor again, she tossed the pillow right into his face and lunged for him her legs wrapping around his waist and her hands gripping the front edge of his carapace as he collapsed back onto the bed with her above him. Shepard was biting back a laugh until he managed to break her hold.

A quick shift of his hips rolled the pair so he had the high ground now, her arms pinned by his own. He’d discovered only a few days ago that his girl was really very comfortable despite the differences in physiology, so he smirked and settled in between her thighs. It had the added benefit of watching pink flare across her cheeks and the tips of her ears. He released her arms in favour of running his hands through her hair, watching the way her eyes drifted closed with the touch and her grin softened.

When her thigh brushed his hip, he thought nothing of it but then the world flipped as she rolled him over again, and he realised her trick too late. With his shoulder, he could feel the edge of the bed and managed to put a foot down to brace himself, gripping her arms again as she nearly fell from him and the bed to the floor. When he gave her an arch look, she grinned sheepishly, “Guess you’ve still got reach.”

Garrus yanked her back up over him, his chest shaking with the laugh he suddenly couldn’t keep in anymore. She was still flushed, her hair a mess falling in her eyes as he wrapped around her contentedly, but her eyes widened slightly and he could see the leap in her throat as he let his subvocals drop, “And you’ve still got the flexibility, sweetie.” His grip slid along her back and, for the first time in ages, she didn’t feel tense.

Satisfied with his victorious distraction of his wayward commander, he let his hands sink into her hair again. This time he gripped the strands so his talons pricked at her scalp and felt her inhale sharply when she arched closer to him. Whatever happened, as long as they could still have moments like this… they’d be alright.

He realised he was simply drinking in the sight of her when her hands gripped his waist with a faintly pleading sound escaping her. Garrus chuckled and finally gave in to the need he had to taste her kiss again, making her shudder as he nipped at her lip before delving in hungrily while her hands roved and clutched.

#shakarian #mass effect #fanfic #submissions #fave #save #submission

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daechwitamv · 5 years

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@ anon. I agree with everything you said except her being intimidating ahdidbsjsj just send her a pic if yoongi and she’s your friend. Being friends with sarah is so easy and such a blessing 🥰❤️

thank u sm for validating me I'm gona cry for 3.5 hours now 😔💖 thank u for being my frend hdgdl 🤠🌶️😔 also yes im very easy when u send me a pic of yoongi

#actual angel

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waffelsareevil · 7 years

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voltron, a summary

okay so, me and mi frends were a lill drunk, and made this.

trigger warning for people who dont like this.

*snifff* A bunch of guys who get dragged into space bc of keith (that motherfucker) Thats why we are gonna talk abot him first Hes gay and on his good days he has his dick up lances ass keith is emo af

Lance is a meme and we dont know what to do with him, he needs space, lmao im funny Shiro needs to chill and get his arm back corn allura needs to kiss spacedadTM Hunk (the voice of reason) is a percious sunshine boi and i will fite you if you hurt him Lets leave pidge alone

Grandpa Zarkon needs a big black dick up his ass Youre a wizzard haggar Max cant eat a cookie cuz im still typing and if she eats now she will die

did i also mention that keith is gay? he is

Lance and keith take turns taking a dick up theyre asses sometimes shiro joins in Pidge hides in the closet when this happends She is still searching for narnia poor poor pidge Hunk knows that after the gangbang everyone is tired so he prepares dinner for those idiots so they can get some enery back and get tf to sleep.

Allura is depressed when shiro is off to fuck 2 hot space idiots wHOOPS Corn tries to calm her, he fails, hes just corn after all

*max in the background dying*

Also, lance misses his home, lets all get depressed bc of that when keith find out when lance is being a depressing lill shit again he fucks him, hard like, the whole castle can hear when they fuck, and than shiro knows his call

Even if the castle is the one corn lived in for 10000 years, he still gets tf lost even lance is smarter, get over it corn

BTW alluras dad is a psychopath, he tried to suck lance tf outta into space, and freeze him to dead, "ice ice, baby" Also, he tried to obliviate everyone by sending them to the sun and burn in hell, but that is very very bad of him, bad boy Allura has traumas corn is still corn and while allura was deleting her dad, shiro, keitha and lace were exploring, eachother

Lance almost died bc corn was being an idiot, as usual his boifriends were very very mad, and so, they fucked lances hurt body well ye he died after dat, thanks guys hunk brought him back to life bc BLESS HUNK Jezus hunk *angels singing in the background* anyway lance still lives, for some reason but lets go on (after hunk revived lance, he got fucked again)

Allura got caught, why tf was she like this and so the whole squad had to go to grandpa zarkon to get her back stupid lill bitch Haggar was also fucking with everyone with her magic bullshit she can choke bye after they got allura, finefuckingly, they left to fix themselves AND THAN HAGGAR WAS THERE, AGAIN

and blasted them off to diffred planets, and had to stay there for some weeks bc theyre lions were kinda dead keith rapted an animal cuz he was sexually frustraded shiro did it w/ an weird ass alien and lance got fucked by multyple aliens. what a great time it was except for pidge, she didnt got the wifi password hunk had a wonderfull time w/ the few aliens on his planet, except he got foodpoisening, he lived lance is a furry confirmed

when keith and shiro found out lance gOT REKT they killed the aliens who fucked him lets just forget that

#voltron #lance mcclain #lance #keith kogane #keith #shiro #takashi shirogane #pidge #pidge gunderson #hunk #hunk garrett #allura #coran #I am so sorry for doing this please spare me #i blame my friend max

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