"The Care & Feeding of Spectres" -- 0/? -- FShep/OC!M!Turian
anonymous
February 1 2013, 20:33:42 UTC
Some author notes before we begin: - I’m basing my Turian anatomy off a picture on deviantart that put a lot of thought into the whole thing. (suthnmeh’s “Naky Turian”) - I have lots and lots of stories on AO3 and ff.net, you can probably stalk me if you use this story’s title, and you’re interested. - I’ll do my best to write “Paragade” Shep, but since I tend to end up insanely paragon in Every.Single.Game. I can’t guarantee accuracy. - If you like it, comment. I fucking love comments. They make my life.
Title: The Care and Feeding of Spectres Tags: AU, F!Shep, OC!Turian, Romance, Smut, Het, Xenophilia, Fluffy-Smut Summary: Shep finds herself pursuing a Turian Janitor.
Re: "The Care & Feeding of Spectres" -- 3b/? -- FShep/OC!M!Turian
anonymous
February 3 2013, 09:25:58 UTC
Oh my god the part where he's comparing himself to Garrus and feeling horribly inadequate had me cooing like a mourning dove. Big homley sweetheart turian guys forever!
"The Care & Feeding of Spectres" -- 4/? -- FShep/OC!M!Turian
anonymous
February 2 2013, 18:38:43 UTC
They left for Omega that night.
Shepard took her responsibilities seriously, and for all that she wanted to stay and tease Silus, she knew she had to take care of the Asari Commando first, before she claimed more lives. She had a habit of making girls disappear, only to reappear in different systems, dead.
Shepard could see no pattern, no logic. Only madness. But that was why she had a team, and those on her team were the best.
It was Garrus who saw the pattern, Mordin who confirmed it. And it was Shepard who walked in as the bait, with Samara at her back. She literally trusted Samara with her life, and felt not an iota of doubt.
Things had gone startlingly well until the very last moments. The Asari had landed one very solid blow on Shepard, hitting the Commander in the face and sending her sprawling. It had hurt like a bitch, but on the grand scale of things, it hardly mattered. She was smart enough to be grateful that it was the worst that had happened
( ... )
"The Care & Feeding of Spectres" -- 5a/? -- FShep/OC!M!Turian
anonymous
February 2 2013, 20:58:51 UTC
Silus is nervous as hell as he sits at the table and waits for Shepard to return. It had been about a week since the Normandy left port, and he hadn’t expected to see Shepard back on the Citadel. He had come to the bar expecting to grab a few drinks, and maybe spend some time talking to a few of the regulars. This is so different from what he had expected that he’s not entirely sure how to behave.
Shepard is back before he can begin to puzzle out the nuance of the situation. She places a green drink in front of him, and then slides into her seat, a brown bottle in her hand. Silus examines the bottle. It’s not something he’s seen before and he’s not entirely sure what it is. Of course Shepard notices.
“It’s a drink from Earth,” she explains, lifting it and rotating it so he can see that there is a label affixed to it. “I asked them about it so many times that they’ve made a point of having a couple in stock for me and the other humans. I can be... persuasive, when I want something
( ... )
"The Care & Feeding of Spectres" -- 5b/? -- FShep/OC!M!Turian
anonymous
February 2 2013, 20:59:41 UTC
“I ah-“ He isn’t sure how much she knows of the mandatory public service, and he doesn’t want to bore her with inane details. “There are a few ways to find your niche when it’s time for you to begin public service. You can voluntarily fill a role, or you can take an aptitude test if you’re unsure.”
Shepard is nodding, her gaze focused on him, clearly interested. It makes him feel braver. He wonders if it’s always like this around her, if her crew is so unerringly loyal because she makes them feel like they matter“I didn’t want to join the military, I don’t really have the stomach for that sort of thing,” His gaze slants to Vakarian, “No offense
( ... )
Re: "The Care & Feeding of Spectres" -- 5b/? -- FShep/OC!M!Turian
anonymous
February 3 2013, 01:24:04 UTC
I'm sorry you had a bad day, OP. I'm glad I had this up to cheer you up, and I'm very pleased to hear you're enjoying it.
As stated in section 0, I'm pretty easily stalk-able, so if you ever wanna talk about things with an internet stranger, you can PM me on ff.net or whatever.
Re: "The Care & Feeding of Spectres" -- 5b/? -- FShep/OC!M!Turian
anonymous
February 3 2013, 09:42:11 UTC
The minute you said 'Groundskeeper' (even though it was corrected to Janitor) I thought of something- Oh my god, could Silus know Willithrex? That would make my fucking day even if it only comes up in a sidelong way.
Loving this, it's sweet as all hell with nice little hints of plot crawling in around the edges.
- I’m basing my Turian anatomy off a picture on deviantart that put a lot of thought into the whole thing. (suthnmeh’s “Naky Turian”)
- I have lots and lots of stories on AO3 and ff.net, you can probably stalk me if you use this story’s title, and you’re interested.
- I’ll do my best to write “Paragade” Shep, but since I tend to end up insanely paragon in Every.Single.Game. I can’t guarantee accuracy.
- If you like it, comment. I fucking love comments. They make my life.
Title: The Care and Feeding of Spectres
Tags: AU, F!Shep, OC!Turian, Romance, Smut, Het, Xenophilia, Fluffy-Smut
Summary: Shep finds herself pursuing a Turian Janitor.
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Shepard took her responsibilities seriously, and for all that she wanted to stay and tease Silus, she knew she had to take care of the Asari Commando first, before she claimed more lives. She had a habit of making girls disappear, only to reappear in different systems, dead.
Shepard could see no pattern, no logic. Only madness. But that was why she had a team, and those on her team were the best.
It was Garrus who saw the pattern, Mordin who confirmed it. And it was Shepard who walked in as the bait, with Samara at her back. She literally trusted Samara with her life, and felt not an iota of doubt.
Things had gone startlingly well until the very last moments. The Asari had landed one very solid blow on Shepard, hitting the Commander in the face and sending her sprawling. It had hurt like a bitch, but on the grand scale of things, it hardly mattered. She was smart enough to be grateful that it was the worst that had happened ( ... )
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Shepard is back before he can begin to puzzle out the nuance of the situation. She places a green drink in front of him, and then slides into her seat, a brown bottle in her hand. Silus examines the bottle. It’s not something he’s seen before and he’s not entirely sure what it is. Of course Shepard notices.
“It’s a drink from Earth,” she explains, lifting it and rotating it so he can see that there is a label affixed to it. “I asked them about it so many times that they’ve made a point of having a couple in stock for me and the other humans. I can be... persuasive, when I want something ( ... )
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Shepard is nodding, her gaze focused on him, clearly interested. It makes him feel braver. He wonders if it’s always like this around her, if her crew is so unerringly loyal because she makes them feel like they matter“I didn’t want to join the military, I don’t really have the stomach for that sort of thing,” His gaze slants to Vakarian, “No offense ( ... )
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LOVE it all so far, everything!
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As stated in section 0, I'm pretty easily stalk-able, so if you ever wanna talk about things with an internet stranger, you can PM me on ff.net or whatever.
Regardless,hope tomorrow's better.
~ <3 A!A
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Do you plan on putting this on AO3?
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Loving this, it's sweet as all hell with nice little hints of plot crawling in around the edges.
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I try to be pretty flexible, and may be able to manage something?
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Guessing they meant this fellow, although I hadn't heard that name for him, either.
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