I did a gift for our lovely @wafflesrock16
Why? Just because I love ya, Waffles!
Tassius is having a long day of work, but Gwen has other plans on how to spend the evening.
Smolder – squiggly_squid – Mass Effect Trilogy [Archive of Our Own]
Tag: myfic
Umbrus Nocturni Chapter 2 Teaser
“You waltz in here and then ask me for favors?” She barks an unamused laugh. “Are you trying to piss me off?”
“It’s not so much a favor as information.” Nihlus clenches his jaw at her arched brow, forcing himself to relax and watch his words. “You have eyes and ears everywhere. You might know anyone that goes against the norm of this place. Someone who actually gives a shit what happens to people here.”
He knows he has just bitten past her elegant, asari interior and into the rotten core as she stiffens and lets a flicker of biotics shimmer across her form. “Your fucking stupidity will get you killed.” She relaxes, face shifting into the expressionless mask of indifference. “You won’t find anyone here of that nature. Omega only has mercs, and not a damn one of them would just help you out of the kindness of their hearts.” She snorts and says, “They’d just as soon kill you as help.”
Fighting not to sigh in disappointment, Nihlus balls his hands into fists. He knew there wouldn’t be a single person on this pathetic station, but he admits to having a fraction of naive hope. It’s better to grant himself some hope at times or suffer the fate of a tattered psyche like his mentor from decades of beating down any trace of faith.
He hears Aria sigh loudly, her shoulders bouncing in exaggeration. “Fine. Since you look like an absolutely pathetic child sitting there, I’ll give you one name to look into. Archangel.”
Blinking in surprise at the very human name, he rumbles curiously. He knows of a human religion involving otherworldly beings by the name, but doesn’t expect it to make any sort of appearance here, in this place of living decay. Still, he’ll accept the little bit of information given.
“Archangel.” Testing his luck, he flicks his mandibles and hums softly. “Is there anything else you’d tell me?”
She makes an insufferable grumble as she flicks her eyes up to the ceiling before looking back down to him. “He’s some kind of vigilante with a fucking deathwish. He has a band of other idiots who all think they can – fuck, I don’t know what the hell they’re thinking they can accomplish. They make it a habit of getting in the ways of the Blood Pack, Blue Suns, and Eclipse, to name a few.” She shrugs, obviously having no opinion of Archangel one way or another. “Ask the dancers for information. I’m not your fucking informant.”
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Umbrus Nocturni
An evil haunts Omega, one from superstitious tales of old, and it’ll take three different soldiers in their own rights to save a station that doesn’t want or deserve saving. Perhaps, along the way, they can save themselves. Eventual Garrus/FemShep. Themes may be darker than my other work. (AU)
- Fandoms: Mass Effect Trilogy
- Rating: Explicit
- Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
- Categories: F/M
- Characters: Female Shepard, Garrus Vakarian, Nihlus Kryik, OCs
- Relationships: Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian
- Additional Tags: Violence, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe – Supernatural Elements, Supernatural Elements, Dark, SLow Romance
I’m trying for a grittier read with this one. Not sure if it reads that way, but I’m having fun writing it.
Darthvega3 asked for Number 5 for Garrus from the Character Headcanons
For @darthvega3 (It’s not letting me tag your properly for some reason – apologies)
Garrus – Guilty Pleasures
Garrus loves his rifle, but we all know that, so I won’t elaborate too much on that one.
Another guilty pleasure of his is turian brandy. He loves Nulli Secundus especially ever since Arcanus bought him a drink way back in Resurgence. Now he can actually afford it, so it’s his drink of choice. Now, when he wants to party and get hammered, he will drink Heat Sinks.
Another guilty pleasure of his is movies. He’s a huge movie buff and has probably seen big names movies from every species. Most don’t really know how big of a dork he is because he doesn’t really come out and say it (he’s still remembering everyone’s joke about ‘calibrations’) but it’s a good given among the Normandy family. It’s a known fact that if there’s a movie to see, he’ll have a copy somewhere. He’s a huge nerd.
Thanks for the ask!
Okay, not to shove away my readers, but if you start reading a fic rated M (on FFN) or explicit (on Ao3) don’t be upset when you find smut. Especially if it’s a romance fic clearly stated as so. And don’t tell the author it’s good except for all the sex in it. Just don’t. Skim if you have to, but don’t try to make the author feel like they’ve done something wrong because they’ve given a couple a healthy and active sex life.
Snippet from Juxtaposed:Ch 4 Revisions/Rewrites
“May I get you something to drink?” she asks, opening her tool and giving Jane and Garrus an expectant glance.
“A Coke,” Jane says, menu pulled up so closely to her face and it nearly blocks her out of Garrus’ sights.
When Thelia looks to him, Garrus hums and answers before picking up his menu. “Do you have any S’rica?” The waitress nods and he returns the gesture. “Then I’ll take one.” She leaves them to look over the menu, and he stops midlift of his own as he catches Jane’s dark green eyes over the top of hers. “What?”
“What’s Shrica?”
He chuckles and shakes his head softly, slowing his pronunciation of the word. “S – rica. There’s a sharp pronunciation in the beginning. A hiss, not a ‘shush.’” She makes her eyes roll, huffing loudly, and he recognizes that as a humorous, exasperated gesture. “You wanted to know, didn’t you?”
“I wanted to know what it was, not how to say it,” she responds, snorting and lifting a corner of her lips. “So tell me what it is now that you’ve made fun of the human’s pronunciation.”
Rumbling softly, he shrugs. “It’s a dextro beer. Quarian, if I’m remembering correctly.” He hears her snort and lifts a brow plate. “And that’s funny?”
She chuckles and smiles, setting down her menu. “Most people don’t really drink this early. It’s mid-day.”
“It’s after my shift,” he retorts, looking down to his menu to finally read it before the waitress begins to hover around, subtly trying to rush their decision. “And after a promotion, I believe I deserve one.”
He hears her huff a short laugh before she hums, the sound of disapproval that he’s heard from coworkers. From context, he doubts she truly feels what she’s saying through her vocal cues because the air around them doesn’t seem to have weighed down, and she’s still wearing that quirk to her lips that a frown usually replaces when humans are upset.
“Alright, alright. You got me there.” She shrugs and her attention drifts out to the crowds of Citadel citizens passing by the restaurant. “By all means, get hammered.” Snorting, she looks back to him with one of her red colored brows lifted. “But I’m not dragging you out of here if you’re too drunk to walk a straight line.”
Garrus chuckles, trying to imagine someone so small trying to carry the burden of a drunken turian of any size. He may be slightly taller than average, but even a smaller than average one of his species would easily topple Jane over despite whatever training the Alliance may have given her. Even if she managed to get a turian over her shoulders, the drastic height difference would limit maneuverability and hinder balance. It’s just not logistically possible, at least not without some serious difficulties.
Alright, I’m going to share some of my Juxtaposed / Chapter 1 Edits
Growing up, Garrus wanted nothing more than to help people and, more importantly, right the wrongs in the galaxy so many seem content to close their eyes to. However, since serving his mandatory years in the military and joining C-Sec as preferred – demanded – by his father, he has found himself doing nothing but standing around the Presidium or walking the same routes repeatedly for hours until his shift finally ends. Every day, he itches beneath his plates for action or change, but none comes. He also has a strong suspicion his extended posting here may be his father’s doing, since normal Presidium postings only extend for a month or two and not the near six-month stint he finds himself with, but he has neither the proof or the means to obtain any. Even the assurances from his commanding officer that it will be any day now when he is finally promoted into a position of importance fall on deaf ears so long as Titus Vakarian’s adamant refusal to allow his son into Spectre training still rings in Garrus’ ears.
Who wants some Jane not being a morning person?
A shuffle of sheets at his side speak of his wife awakening and he purrs as he opens his eyes. Jane’s eyes are still shut – clenched tight, even – and he huffs a soft chuckle as he caresses a knuckle over her forehead. His answer to his attentions gets him a grunt as she tugs the blankets over her shoulders and attempts to burrow her head to stave away the morning.
She’s absolutely adorable like this. Never would he have thought the savior of the galaxy would need to be pried out of bed like a thirty-nine year old child, and yet, here lies the conqueror of the Reapers, curled up under the warm blankets.
“Jane.” A grunt is his only answer and he grins, reaching for the edge of the blanket to start peeling it away despite her grip in sleepy protest. “We’re almost to Palaven.” She mumbles something, but he knows her well enough to decipher the unintelligible sound. “Yes, you have to get up. Sol and dad will love to see you.”
He manages to pull the blankets over her head in the short moment of her incredulous snort and smiles at the green eyes that peek out as she tries to keep covered. “I’m sure they’d understand if I want to just sleep the whole visit.”
Chuckling, he shakes he head and reveals more of her curled up form. “I doubt that. Besides, the twins won’t want to leave without you.”
I’m torn…
Should I work on edits for Juxtaposed or write the newest Osteogenesis chapter/one-shot?
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