Written for @jemmasimmouns, who requested FS + 75 - I was just thinking about you. This also fulfills @thefitzsimmonsnetwork’s EvB Spacetime challenge. (My headcanon - Fitz loves to give Jemma homemade gifts.)
Synopsis: His first question was simple - what did she miss most? “Besides you?” she replied. “The sun.”
He didn’t want to ask, but when all she wanted was to hear his voice, he couldn’t think of anything else to say.
She had simply uttered his name before passing out in the pit, as well as a few mumbled thanks when they helped her into bed. She fell asleep almost instantly, but Fitz couldn’t think of leaving her alone – not after so much time – so he stayed and slumped heavily against the wall. But now she was sleeping on his lap, the pressure of her hand on his leg pulling him from a deep sleep. He figured she might be a bit embarrassed by it, so he didn’t want to make a fuss. Instead, he wanted her to feel safe. And he wanted her to know that whatever she needed, even just a lap to sleep on, he would be there for her – no questions asked.
Moving his hand to the side of her neck, he brushed back her hair lightly and listened to her steady breathing, the most calming sound in the world. A few seconds later, he felt her turn her head slightly, possibly seeking out his touch, or simply feeling disoriented from the unfamiliar surroundings. He didn’t want to frighten her, so he leaned over gently to whisper close to her ear.
He watched her lips creep into a small smile, so he let out a soft sigh before moving his hand to her shoulder. “Do you want to get back on the bed? I won’t leave – I just figure it’s more comfortable…”
Instead of sitting up, she simply snuggled closer into his lap. “No,” she whispered. “Not yet.”
As much as I love the Jaal romance – and I do, I do – Mass Effect isn’t quite the same without a turian to love.
So, introducing: Yvaine Margaret Ryder.
Twenty-two years old, a biotic powerhouse, brash and showy and a little careless, scared to death of being Pathfinder and hiding it behind a lot of practiced unconcern. She wasn’t close to her dad or brother, but she adored her mother, and is completely adrift in Andromeda.
It doesn’t help that she never wanted to be here to begin with; she had plans in the Milky Way, you see. Big plans. She was going to climb the ranks, get invited to the Vila Militar, and then be mentored by the illustrious Commander Shepard herself. And after that? Maybe the Spectres, maybe her own frigate – the galaxy was her oyster.
Things didn’t work out that way (thanks, Dad), and now she’s just trying to keep her head above water, along with saving what’s left of her family’s legacy. They’re not going to fail in two different galaxies. Not on her watch.
She’s lonely, furious, and snaps at everyone who tries to reach out to her, until she bonds with Cora, and falls in love with a hyper-competent, long-legged sweetheart of a turian.
Likes: rabbits, heavy metal, tattoos, key lime gogurt, kickboxing, kids’ cartoons, too many pillows, the Honor Harrington novels, and hot chocolate.
Dislikes: coffee, anime, waking up early, sweet potatoes, country music, running, driving, her name, and reading reports.
reaches Rickon first – or Rickon reaches her. Whatever the case, they end up
hugging in the middle of the entryway before the rest of the Starks drag them
to where he’s sitting next to Sansa and Bran. Mr. Stark is quick to pull his
injured son into his arms for a tight embrace, in a rare display of emotion—Eddard
Stark, while not unfeeling, has never been the most affectionate of men.
ever seen him hug his children like that when they were all little.
I’m watching Quest for Camelot for the first time in about a decade and while I was always a big fan of Ruber (huge surprise I know), he was never on the Villains I Want To Bang list until
DUDE LOOKS AT THIS GIANTASS FUCKING DRAGON AND REALIZES HIS SHITTYASS SWORD IS USELESS SO HE FUCKING JUST TOSSES IT ASIDE LIKE “WELL FUCK. GUESS WE’RE DOING THIS”
AND THE DRAGON JUST GETS ALL UP IN HIS SHIT LIKE “I GOT FIRE BREATH AND ACID SPIT BITCH WHAT THE FUCK YOU GOT???? FUCK YOU AND YOUR RECEDING HAIRLINE HEY RUBER THE 80S CALLED THEY WANT THEIR SHOULDERPADS BACK”
AND RUBER’S LIKE “YOU KNOW WHAT. NO. YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE AND I’M ENDING THIS”
AND HE ROLLS HIS EYES LIKE A BOOMER AT THOSE DAMN MILLENNIALS AND PUNCHES THE DRAGON IN THE FUCKING ACID SPIT MOUTH
LIKE NOT FUCKING SCARED. AT ALL. OF THIS HUGEASS DRAGON. WHOSE FACE CAN KILL HIM AT LEAST THREE DIFFERENT WAYS.
A.oyama is a Kalos born trainer, and although he hasn’t won any badges, he’s won enough ribbons to make up for all of that. Currently a Pokemon contest champion (and rather well known for it), he travels from region to region in order to take on all the Pokemon contests! His team consists of a shiny magikarp, a jigglypuff, an alolan meowth, a sableye, and a clefairy. As a young child he always had a dream to become a contest champion (seeing as he wasn’t very skilled at battling Pokemon), so once he was old enough to seek out that dream, he left home in order to pursue it.