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thirstworldproblemss · 3 years

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*BREAKING INTO YOUR ASK BOX WITH A TELENOVA GASP* Dave York: Sequel to Cici’s ideas?!?!?!?!?!?!? I thought you said you weren't writing that one?!?! 🤡 minds are enquiring tell the public ALL ABOUT YOUR SHAME!

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Ahahaha... Ma’am! As though you didn’t know all about that fic idea because 95% of it comes from my screaming in your dm’s!! (Also, I’m not writing it... unless you write the middle part first!!) For the peanut gallery:

Cici told me that she didn’t want to write a sequel to her absolutely fantastic Dave York fic, Kill Me Softly since it wouldn’t be the happy ending people want “because a murderer who manipulates his wife with sex does NOT get to have a happy ending.”

The best outcome she could envision (as compared to “everybody dies”) was that, when wife!reader decides to divorce him, Dave realizes he loves her enough to respect her decision and goes on the run to avoid attracting danger to her & the girls. They occasionally exchange postcards.

That’s when I set out to prove to her that even her Dave could be redeemed enough to deserve a happy ending (because I am nothing if not motivated by spite).

Here’s how I would tell that story (cut for length and mentions of canon typical violence):

What if the postcards they’re exchanging eventually evolve to actual letters (not phone calls or emails because those are too easy to trace), then maybe one day he might start to pop up randomly while she’s traveling to various cities for work conferences.

The first time (or five) he shows up, she doesn’t want to see him. Shakes her head and mouths too soon, and he leaves without a word. Eventually though (and it’s very clear that it’s her choice—he never forces his presence on her) she agrees to coffee, and they spend 15 awkward minutes mostly ignoring each other from opposite ends of a bench outside a random Starbucks.

Over time (a long, LONG time, probably years), short coffee breaks evolve into longer lunches where they actually talk, which evolve into her booking later and later flights back from each work trip until they have whole afternoons to spend exploring the cities she visits together.

And as they spend more time together, she starts to realize that he’s being open with her in a way he never was before. He tells her the truth about what he’s doing now (or, if it’s illegal or has to stay a secret then he tells her that at least, and as many details as he can). None of it is exactly above board or safe (because even if he wanted that, he’s a fugitive now), but he’s obviously being careful to help more than he hurts and cause as little damage as possible.

Maybe there’s even a time when he’s not sure what to do about something that’s turned out to be a little more questionable than he originally thought, so he asks her what she thinks he should do, and actually listens to her advice.

She’s just so confused because she should hate him, and she does at first almost as much as she still loves him, but the longer this goes on the more she sees that he’s trying. That he’s reaching out and being honest with her and respecting not just her autonomy, but her judgement, her opinions, her feelings. And she feels like an idiot because she should know better by now, but she can’t stop herself from falling for him all over again, harder than ever, because he’s showing her all of himself now. (At least she thinks—hopes?—so.)

They go on together in this strange limbo—not together, but not quite as separated as they should be—until something from Dave’s past catches up with him... or rather, with her.

The phone rings one day, and she would just know as soon as she heard his voice that something was not just wrong but truly FUBAR because he doesn’t call her. Not ever. He's told her over and over again that it's not safe. So whatever is happening must be bad—hideously dangerous, probably for her—if he’s risking a phone call.

He swoops in to save her (with her consent because that’s how he rolls now), and they run off together, action movie style, while also squeezing in all the tropes: he shields her with his body; he gets (slightly) hurt and she has to take off his shirt tend the wound; oh no! it’s the last hotel room and there’s only one bed!

And the whole time she can to tell that he’s fucking terrified (because despite all the times he lied to her in the past she knows him), but she can’t quite figure out why because: isn’t this what he does for a living???

(But of course we know it’s different this time, because it’s never been her at risk before.)

Through it all, he’d also be doing his best to reassure her and to keep a lid on his own feelings. He’s made his peace (in every way that might affect her, anyway) with the fact that she’ll never completely forgive or accept him again, but god that’s not going to stop him from loving (or wanting) her. He’ll never stop loving her.

In fact, he does such a good job of hiding his feelings and being respectful of her and her space, that she begins to worry he doesn’t actually want her anymore at all. (She can read him so well about everything except his feelings for her.) Maybe he’s just helping her out of a feeling of nostalgia or (platonic) love?

(I’m sure everyone can see where this is going, because I am nothing if not a clown for mutual idiots pining for each other 🙈)

Eventually, of course they’d get caught, trapped somewhere with no way out, the bad guys demanding their surrender, and Dave agrees to turn himself over to them as long as they let her go.

The bad guys agree, but then go back on their word (because: bad guys), but it doesn’t matter, because Dave gets ahold of a weapon and kills them all. (He may be older than he used to be, but he’s also damn good at what he does.)

He thinks, of course, that that’s it. That her seeing him kill them spells the end of any hope (even the tiny, lingering hope that he’s been harboring all this time despite himself) of reconciliation. After all, isn’t this what she couldn’t forgive the first time around? And now she’s actually seen what he can do—what he is—firsthand.

And is it the end of those hopes....? Or could it be that this Dave might deserve a happy ending?

I’ll leave that up to you, CiCi. Let me know what you decide. 😈

#wip tag game #dave york x reader #sorry this is taking forever folks #i'm also helping my 13yo with her homework #and my historical knowledge is only barely up to the task #thanks i hate it #astroboots #my wips #dave york redemption

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ilyasvieltrevelyanshepard · 7 years

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78. I never meant to hurt you - ship of your choice :)

Sorry for the delay!!! lots of shiny prompts and ideas keeping me distracted about it >_

“It sounds like you’re carrying some tension. Maybe I can help you get rid of it.” Shepard has left her spot near the wall and stands in front of Garrus, arms crossed and a lopsided grin on her face.

Those words, in her voice… Can mean what he thinks, right? “I, ah, don’t think you’d feel like sparring, Commander.”

Her face blushes slightly, but Shepard keeps eye contact with him, raising a brow in her decisive way. “What if we skipped right to the tiebreaker?” She walks to the console, leaning her hands on it, and the mischievous grin returns with force when she sees his mandibles vibrating. “We could test your reach… and my flexibility.”

Garrus’ piercing blue eyes avoid looking at her face, the harmonics of his voice lowering his tone. “Oh! I didn’t… Huh. Never knew you had a weakness for men with scars.” Looking at her at last, he sees the determination in her eyes, and he feels more comfortable to continue with the conversation, straightening his pose. “Well, why the hell not?” He turns his back to her, using the moment to get the courage to say the next words. “There’s nobody in this galaxy I respect more than you.” Some distant voice in his head remembers him about the differences in their species, “And if we can figure out a way to make it work, then… yeah. Definitely.”

Leaving the spot on the console, she passes beside him near the door, brushing his hand with hers before exiting the room. He follows her movements, eyes fixed on her hips and waist, while she moves away from him, until the closing of the door blocks the view, breaking the charm.

Returning to his spot in the console, he leans on it, talons clenching the sides of it with force. That didn’t happen, right? Jane fucking Shepard can’t be hitting on him, a scarred Turian with a twisted sense of honour… Spirits! But what if-- what if she really feels something for him? He has been bewitched with her since their first day on the Citadel, when he saw first-hand her martial power, her marksmanship, the force of her biotics. He was impressed with her then, maybe a little aroused, because he never fought beside a female this fierce, not even in the Turian Hierarchy. The months on the SR1 only cemented his feelings, but seeing their obvious differences and the way Kaidan looked at her, he just pushed them aside. When everything went FUBAR with the destruction of the Normandy, he stored the feelings in the bottom of his heart before embracing the darkness of Omega and turning himself in the Archangel. And now here he is, again in the Normandy, fighting beside her, covering her six, and she wants for him to do it in more than one way. Just thinking about it makes his heart rate spike. Closing his eyes, he opens and closes his mandibles a couple of times to calm himself, purring softly. ‘Whatever will be, will be. Don’t dwell on it, Vakarian.’ Opening the last file of the calibrations, he put his brain to work in something less distressing.

Two days had passed, and he has been avoiding her systematically. Garrus didn’t know how to talk to her without thinking about it, and his blood boils every single hour of the day when he catches her scent around the ship. He was in the middle of some calibrations when his omnitool beeped with a message.

“Vakarian,

Join me at the cargo bay ASAP. Special mission related.

Shepard.”

Garrus reread the message, just in case he misinterpreted it. Miranda hasn't sent any memo about a mission in the system, and the woman can’t be a lot of things, but absent-mindedly isn’t on the list. Maybe she needs to talk about Cerberus? Jack has been digging into the archives… He was so distracted with his own thoughts that he didn’t see the red light on the control panel of the elevator, which turned green as soon as he pushed it. The doors opened, and he steps into the cargo bay, looking for Shepard. The first thing he notices is that he can’t feel anyone besides them in the area. The second one is Shepard, sitting in a crate at the far end of the cargo bay, wearing a fitting tank top and a pair of cargo pants. When she waves to him, he feels his mandibles vibrate, listening to the low purr like it wasn’t him who was producing it.

Standing from the crate, she beckons to him, and as he walks to her, he sees the set of mats between them. Waiting for him just on the edge of the mats, Shepard crosses her arms until he reaches her, stopping at arm’s distance. “Glad you made it, Garrus.”

They knew one another for years now, and he can say, without any doubt, that she has a plan, so he decides to follow her lead, as always. “Well, Shep. Your message sounded important, so here I am. Someone has to give the good ideas on this ship.”

The grin on her face widened, the green eyes shining under the lights of the cargo bay. “Oh, don’t worry. I got this.” Uncrossing her arms, she reaches for the side pockets of her pants, searching inside for a moment before picking up something in each hand. With the items secured, she smiles broadly, but the gesture didn’t cover the blush on her face. “I have been thinking about our little chat.” His only answer is a little tremor on his mandibles and a twitch of his fingers. “And, against all the best judgement in the universe, I talked with Mordin about it.” The blush intensifies even more, but the fun is clearly written on her face too. “It was-- entertaining, to say something. But…” She throws him a little package and he catches it easily. Shepard keeps talking while he takes a look at the box on his hands. “Yep. Turian condoms. You can buy funny things on Omega, for the correct price.”

Garrus’ hands failed him, and the box falls to the mat with a soft thud. His face, usually stoic even in the middle of a battle, is one of surprise. Mandibles opened and brows raised. With a sigh, Shepard stores back the item on her hand and close the distance to him, recovering the box from the floor and giving it to him again. “I see that you haven’t thought that I was serious about it. Well, keep them, then. I’m not planning to pursue any other turian soon.”

Stepping aside from him, she begins to walk to the lift, face down but with the proud shoulders of a leader. But before she can reach the consoles, Garrus’ talons capture her arm, stopping her. The breath got caught in her throat when his free talon circles her waist and pulls her to him. When her body is pressed against his armour, he wraps his arms around her, keeping her in place. “I doubt, yes. But I had hope. You just surprised me, Shep.”

One of her hands raised to cup his scarred face. “When have I lied to you, Garrus? I meant every word.” Her fingers traced the form of his jaw, fingertips touching the sensible under the mandibles skin softly, making him tighten the grip on her. “Besides, I have done my homework too.” The hand travels up until it rests at the base of his crest, nails scratching softly the area where it joins his scalp. She can feel the vibration of his purr on her back, smiling to herself and giving silent thanks to Joker’s private porn collection. The awkward moment when she asked if he has some material has been worth in exchange of this reaction. “And I got a cream to treat any area your fluids got in touch, just in case it causes me an allergic reaction.”

He is still purring softly while her hands keep scratching his crest. “Good to know. I see that you have planned this better than a field mission. I approve it because it gives me the option to do this…” His tongue traces a line on Shepard’s neck, making her moan softly while tilting her head to give him better access. Using the new expanse of skin under him, he bites her, trying not to apply a lot of force. She mewls, writhing in his arms and making him growl in response. The feeling of her body against his, even through the layers of armour and clothes is making him crazy. When he bites her over the pulse point, and she moans his name, he lost it for a moment, talons piercing the tank top while embedding itself on her soft abdomen, making her scream of pain this time. Garrus let her go and makes her turn in mere seconds, raising the tank top to see the expanse of the damage. “Spirits, Shepard. I’m sorry. I--I never meant to hurt you.” Seeing the droplets of blood on her pink skin his mandibles trembled for a moment, his harmonics changing slightly. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”

Shepard’s hand move to raise his face, resting on his jaw. “First of all. That’s but a scratch, Garrus. I got worse while training. And second--” She closes the distance and plants a soft kiss on his mouth. “You can kiss my cuts to ease the pain.” Letting his face go, she lowers the shirt, using it to clean the blood while smiling at him. “Now, my dear Archangel. Take my little present and follow your Commander. I’m planning to test your reach.” Turning over her heels, she begins to walk to the elevator, stopping near it and looking at him over her shoulder. “And maybe your endurance too. My flexibility will surprise you.”

Garrus picks the box from the ground, purring at her words. “Aye aye, Commander.”

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perusingprincesses · 7 years

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