Of Blondes, Blue Babies, and Black Sites
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Bioweapons and Beef Stew by HerPronounsAreFemSlash
Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015), Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect - All Media Types, mass - Fandom
13 Dec 2021
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"DRAVEN! Are you operational, marine?"
"Yes...wait. No, ma'am. Fever."
When Shepard turns Draven away from her ogling, she whines.
I'm putting in a shore leave request when we reach the Citadel.
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Rather than a reply, the door simply opens. Liara's hand hangs slack at her side, as if lifting her finger to her omni to open the door took everything. Trails of salt granules streak her freckled face.
Benezia's top half is bare except for dermal-sealing tape and an IV line in the vein below the collarbone.
"Should I...ah..."
Liara chuckles hollowly, and it guts Shepard to hear.
"It's fine, Shepard. Breasts do not have those connotations for us. To be like this is normal, among our asari family, at least."
Family? Asari? Where does that place me?
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Benezia agrees to go into Alliance custody at a secure facility on the condition that a matriarch of her choosing be present to represent the Republics.
Liara talks about the beacon and gushes about melding and trying to understand it, and Benezia smirks and looks past her daughter to Shepard as if to say 'get on with it'.
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- Part 1 of Of Blondes, Blue Babies, and Black Sites
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You Like the Taste of Danger (It Shines Like Sugar on Your Lips) by HerPronounsAreFemSlash
Fandoms: Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect - All Media Types
08 Apr 2022
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“DIS-MISSED!”
I have now seen forty humans go through a coming-aboard ceremony that would give the Turian Primarch a hard-on, Aethyta thinks. Cross that off the list.
A blonde human–maybe human, she’s not sure what parts they have and that jumpsuit is not quite doing the job of hiding a bulge–is doing her part for sanitation by just floating over the deck. Floating, even though the ship has gravity. Every sense Aethyta has except sight and sound is telling her the world tilts towards the kid–mass, gravity, potential for energy–and when she stretches her senses out to see what’s so weird about her, it’s like trying to focus her biotics on a goddamned black hole.
And now whatever she is, I’ve met one of those. Cross it off the list, too.
It’s time to act like a grownup.
“Fuck.”
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“Little Wing. That’s yours, not hers. She didn’t always call me that. But one day, she never called me anything else. Ainthar.”
The matriarch pulls her closer, tucks her crest under her chin, and rocks back and forth.
“Funny, only time I did it this way around was you, kid. I carried your half-sisters,” she jokes. “More work.”
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- Part 2 of Of Blondes, Blue Babies, and Black Sites