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OTP Theme Song – Umbrus Nocturni Shakarian

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I was tagged by @thealexmachina and I figured I could do this as a bit of a celebration for being able to finish the recent chapter after so long struggling with some RL issues 🙂

A lot of this fic has Breaking Benjamin as its playlist. I don’t know what it is, but it fits these two especially. In fact, the sort of theme song for the fic is Red Cold River, but I don’t exactly know why. The fic and song aren’t the same word for word by any means, but I never fail to get in the mood when I hear it. Who knows?

But for these two, I’d say Torn in Two is really good at least for where they are currently.

I will fight this war for you
And let the dawn of love survive
Broken, I crawl back to life

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Actually, I hadn’t planned to write Jane and Garrus after Juxtaposed. I thought no one would be interested in reading the games through my writing. When I did start to write Genesis, I was introduced to the idea by a friend and hadn’t thought too much about it. I’m actually not a kid person at all and really didn’t imagine Jane and Garrus having any. Although, the thought of baby turians appealed more to me, so maybe it’s just human babies I don’t like, lol

Towards the end of Genesis, I started to think about how I could go about it. I’m only a fan of hybrids when it’s done in a reasonable way. Some hybrids I’ve seen are frightening and I didn’t want that, so I delved into science for help. Once I found some concepts, I went the easy way and said ‘hey, it’s Reaper tech!’ And of course the only way for there to be Reaper tech involved would be Cerberus.

I’m sure some of my science is a bit twisted to suit my needs despite my try to be believable, but I’m happy I appealed to the crazy, unrealistic idea of hybrids. Damocles and Cassia are important to me and I feel like they really are my babies, one of a kind. (Well, two, but whatever)

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bellarkesgriffin:

Can anyone recommend some renegade shakarian fics? Bonus points if Shep let’s him take the shot on Sidonis

I have a renegon Shakarian canon divergence that starts before ME1. They get more of a IDGAF attitude as the series goes on. Sidonis doesn’t die, but he does get a certain kind of payback.

It’s called Parable

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Snippet from Juxtaposed Revisions

She can’t understand her own fucked up mind and its reluctance now. It felt so natural and genuine opening herself up on the Citadel with Garrus, but when she tries the same here where she could at least bond over training together, she found everything to be too forced beyond those jokes and forcibly friendly banter. Thinking that perhaps the ease she had found on the Citadel was just a fluke and a one time glimpse into what she’s missing out on, she sends Garrus a message during one of the four hour breaks in her training. It isn’t anything too big, just a simple “hey, what’s up?” Almost immediately, he responds and she’s shocked to find that he isn’t sending her a request not to contact him again when she looks.

“Nothing. I’m at my lunch,” his message starts. “Missing the Citadel already? It’s only been a week.” In the middle of reading his response, she received another message. “Or could it be that you’ve just missed me? I know it’s hard to be away from such a charming person such as myself.”

She laughs quietly, making sure not to attract the attentions of the trainees in the bunks beside hers. Smiling, she realizes that maybe it isn’t so bad that she has at least someone out there to talk freely to. Sure, there are some things she’s keeping from him, but she has hopes that perhaps some of it will surface naturally. She’s positive there’s still hope of that happening. It has to, or there’s no reason to imagine she can move on from all the hell she’s been through.

Falling back into the familiarity so natural from their conversations, she responds, “I don’t know, I think I remember it was you who kept finding me after your supposed work hours.”

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Romeo and Juliet Shakarian

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I don’t know what gave me this idea, but it was a nice way to procrastinate on writing other things. I blame @wafflesrock16 XD

When the younger Shepard female offers her hand in a human greeting, Garrus takes it in his own and covers their joined hands as he purrs and flares his mandibles in a soft smile. “If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my plates, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”

Her lips quirk as her hand squeezes his and she says, “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much. Which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, and palm to palm if holy palmers’ kiss.”

Where humans have saints, turians have oracles, yet he knows both serve a similar purpose. Just one more thing that the two people have in common, if only his and her species can come to this simple understanding amidst shooting one another.

Humming in mock thought, Garrus tilts his head slightly and asks, “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”

“Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.”

Being the Primarch’s son has come with the added need for Garrus to learn human expressions at the urgings of the asari ambassadors attempting to try and mend the discord between the two. That, and his father always warned him that humans speak with their faces. It was just as good a determinator of their intents as subvocals.

It’s how he knows that his company has found their conversation at least partially amusing by the slight curve to the corner of her lips.

“O, then, dear saint” he says, continuing with his attempts to woe her, “let plates do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.”

He feels her step closer and lift her chin just enough to keep his gaze with her own dark green eyes. “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.”

Rumbling, he smirks as he steps closer to bridge the gap between them. “Then move not, while my prayers’ effect I take.”

He lifts his hand to cup her chin without letting go of her own with the other. Gently tilting her head, he bends his knees to lower to her height and presses his mouth to hers.

Her lips are soft against his own plates. Asari don’t compare to the sensation of her as he gently flexes his lips to nip her plump bottom lip. Leaning back, he purrs at the way her eyes search his face, lips parted slightly.

“Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.” His voice is soft, just between the two of them and she licks her lips, as if to take in a taste of him.

“Then have my lips the sin that they have took,” she nearly whispers, squeezing his hand as she lifts a hand to touch his chest, fingers ghosting over the clasps of his tunic.

“Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!” He trills in mock shock and shakes his head once with a rumble of feigned apology. “Give me my sin again.”

This time, she too leans into the kiss and he sees her close her eyes as they touch. Her lips suckle gently on the edge of his plates as he purrs and strokes his thumb across her chin. Her kiss is like a burning fire, the heat something he can easily become addicted to.

It will be impossible to return to the turian battlement, only to face her people should their people not reach an agreement for peace.