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Based off of this prompt by writeworld. Future fic, shameless fluff. It’s been sitting in my drafts for a while so might as well post it before 2013 rolls around.
“Mom. Mom! MOM! MOMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
“David! What is it—” Shepard cut herself off mid-sentence. Her two children were sitting triumphant, hands covered in paint as well as—“Are those the apples your grandmother brought over?”
It wasn’t about being an anchor, even though it kind of was. It wasn’t about reminding the defender of the galaxy that they had one more person to protect, one more to be lost among billions if they weren’t careful enough, because the truth of it is that there are some people who could never be misplaced. They stand out no matter how much the try to blend in. No matter how much the hunch of their shoulders or shuffle of their feet could be mistaken for any one of the people around them.
No, it’s about making sure the person who always did the protecting was protected as well. It’s about realizing that the one who was so unique that you’d never think they’d get lost among the masses was the easiest to lose. They didn’t get lost in the way a child misplaces a favorite toy only to rediscover it at bedtime. It was more like the penny that faded into the depths of English Bay when you dropped it overboard just to watch it swirl into nothing. When it was gone there was no getting it back.
It was too easy to get lost beneath all the expectations. Labels were tossed around like dice at a casino full of gamblers with nothing left to lose. Hero. Savior. Defender. Murderer. Criminal. They were heavy things, those titles; even the good ones. They bowed backs and weighed down feet. They could suffocate someone who hadn’t spent their whole life learning how to breathe in spite of them. They could shackle ankles and imprison a person’s spirit as surely as the Alliance could jail an officer willing to make a hard call—an impossible call—even when it was the right one all the same.
That’s why it wasn’t meant to be an anchor, even when it was. It wasn’t to add to the burden, but to take from it; a gentle reminder that there was one less thing to worry about, one less thing to be pulled under by. It was the twine of one finger, then another. It was the gentlest of touches, the softest of promises—that even when the galaxy was falling down around them there would be someone there to save the hero like the hero was saving them.
A little drabble post-ME3 where Shepard assures her daughter that her choices are wholly her own. Just something that’s been sitting in my head begging to be written.
Kaidan had always been better at rolling with the punches.
Hey Shenko Sisters? Can I throw myself on your mercy and request something?
Hi Galley! I’m not one of the Shenko sisters, per se, but I saw your post and wrote this for you. I’m not so great at the smut so here’s a little fluff. I hope it helps!
It was just one of those days.
The kind where it didn’t matter that the rifle you were using had been your near constant companion for years because it just wouldn’t sit right against your shoulder, or your fingers didn’t seem to fit around the grip, or the trigger seemed just a hair touchier than usual and you knew it wasn’t really the gun. It was the kind of day when it didn’t matter what you did or how hard you focused, that rookie you were supposed to be training was still going to outshoot you and go back to the mess to boast about it.
This is just a random drabble that popped out of my head. A bit of fluff is all. :)
“You let Grunt take her where?”
“N7, yeah…or you could get my name. Somewhere special.”
Vega was a tease so she never told him that she already had an N7 tattoo. She didn’t tell him because she didn’t want him to know that once she hadn’t been so different from him, not really. She had been head strong and impulsive. She had dashed in, guns blazing, not for glory but because she felt like she was born to do it; like it was the one thing she was good at. She didn’t tell him about the time in Rio when her and some of her old buddies went out, got drunk and got inked. She would save those revelations for another time.
Kaidan drove her out of the city as soon as his leave was approved.
The old truck her father kept around had been loaned to him and when he pulled up to their house he didn’t bother shutting off the engine. He honked once and waited until she appeared in the doorway, her dark hair loose around her face, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses. It was a completely different look and he found he liked it. A lot.
She was smiling as she tossed their bags in the back and slid into the seat next to him.
He’d been meaning to do this for a while. Well, he’d been meaning to do a lot of things for a while. Back on the Normandy he and Shepard had talked about so many things, one of which was going to a beach. It had been lost among the concerns of the Reaper War but he had brought it up again last week. Shepard had looked at him with skepticism when he suggested it. She was picturing palm trees, bikinis and crowds. He had something completely different in mind.
When the truck rolled to a stop Kaidan wasn’t watching the waves, he was watching Shepard. Her blue eyes widened and she was out the door before he could say a word. The wind whipped her hair into her face as she walked towards the water. The sea was angry and loud, the evergreens behind them were reflected in the wet pockets of sand. It was a grey day and the beach was empty but it was beautiful, perfect.
He caught up to her at the water’s edge and they stood barefoot letting the cold Pacific rush around their ankles, lapping at the jeans they had rolled up around their calves.
The woman beside him reminded him of the ocean. Both could seem so inviting but given the right conditions they could grow dangerous and deadly if you took their power for granted, even for a moment. They were wild and mysterious, as if they existed to protect some closely guarded secret; something worth discovering despite all their efforts to keep it from the seeker. They could draw you in, distract you, and send you off on a completely different course without realizing it.
And Shepard had done that to him. Five years ago Kaidan would never have imagined this moment but then she had come into his life and everything had changed. Every course he’d laid had been changed and he didn’t regret it for a second.
How could he? She had a way of reminding him of all the things he loved about the planet he called home. She had become his favorite thing about Earth.
He had known this day was coming for a long, long time. Still as he dropped to his knee on the wet sand his heart was in his throat and he could see the surprise written on her face, the shock as she saw the ring in his hand.
Nervousness made his voice catch but almost before he could even finish asking she was tackling him to the sand, her arms around his neck, her smile evident in the curve of her lips against his.
Even though he could have guessed her answer, bet on it even, happiness and relief flooded through him when her voice tickled his ear.