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blackmaylovesfries · 4 years

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“SAY THE NAME” - A gloomy visit

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Sinopse: Seventeen Hybrid AU - The new hybrids were hype about being home with you without the oldests but then two scary people arrive and they aren’t sure about what will happen.

Notices: mention to abandonment and to violence and not so good English.

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Dokyeom, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Vernon and Dino were alone with you in your house. The ‘96line went to help the center night shift with the new hybrids and they decided that the new boys deserved a time with you so they could know you like them knew.

You were so proud of them, even Woozi went without complains, so they left for 2 nights and 1 day. But, you were also really worried, since it was the same day a duo had promised to visit you.

The morning was really peaceful. DK and Seungkwan made sure that the mood was good while Mingyu tried to make the breakfast, claiming that he could do it because he worked at a restaurant before.

You, Vernon and Chan were guided to the living room to enjoy the jokes and roleplays BooSeok had planned. The younger boys were all happy and comfortable, snuggling with you on the sofa.

You all had breakfast, that was delicious just like Mingyu promised, watched movies, played in the garden and joked around. The morning was so relaxed that you completely forgot to tell the boys about who was coming to see you.

It was already lunch time when you remembered. Actually, just when Mingyu asked what he could make for lunch that you came to yourself.

“Uhm… Actually, before you go, come here for a second, all of you. I need to tell you guys something before we eat.” You looked at the clock while the hybrids gathered around you. “In a hour, two hybrids will come here to visit us. They are Leo, a lion hybrid, and Ravi, a hedgehog one.”

“Eh? You adopted them too?” Seungkwan interrupted you.

“No” You all laughed. “They are from the center, these two are Investigators who evaluate if someone has the conditions of adopting a hybrid and how many them could take care of.” The boys let out some words of admiration.

“Leo and Ravi are coming here to do this to me. They said that since I’m already way pass the limit determined by law, I’ll need to go through their evaluation so I can keep you guys.” Silence…

“So… What do we do for helping you?” Vernon asked.

“Well… They need to see that I can deal with everyone and that my house can shelter all 9 of you without a problem.”

“You’re saying that all we need to do is act normally and prove to them that we are happy here?” Mingyu smiled when you nodded. “So, what their favorite food?”

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“You know that you can’t buy us serving fancy and delicious dishes for lunch, right?” The hedgehog hybrid said after swallowing a mouthful of spaghetti and crab meat. Mingyu and the adopted hybrids could only laugh of him. “Although I never thought that you could cook.”

“I can’t.” Y/n laughed out loud. “Not even to save a life. But Gyu can, he decided to take over the family meals, so we are all save, like you two can taste it.”

“How you did before he arrive?” Leo was examining all the faces in the table, actually doing his job.

“Jun and Woozi can manage simple things, like ramen or eggs, they can do rice, kimchi and meat too, but this kind of dish, just Mingyu.” The human winked to the tallest. The investigator just nodded and went back to his food.

“Well, we know your income, we know your family situation, we also know what kind of job you have and your personality, for good or for bad. So we just need to do some questions for both you and the hybrids and then inspect the house.” Ravi looked to the ceiling like he had a list and were checking itens.

“Go ahead, what you guys need to know more?”

“Do they all know what we know too?” As usual, Leo was responsible for the interrogation.

“Not everything, they do know that I was always near the work I do now because of my parents, they also know that I have a small fortune and the oldest here is living for a year with me already, the youngest, Dino, is here for a little more than a month, so they do know my personality. But they don’t know all the details that you know from my past or what exactly my work implies, since I avoid talking to much about it with them.”

“Because your job is dangerous, are you ready to leave them?” The boys started to get up to discuss but she stopped them with a hand gesture.

“Yes, I already left a will with my team so whoever is alive when I’m not is responsible for get them in safety and in good homes that please them.” Leo turned to the shocked hybrids.

“Knowing that and knowing that she could die at any mission she goes, do you guys still want to stay with her?”

“Of course we want!” Their reactions were quick, what made the girl really relieved.

“Well now, don’t be mad, we need to make sure that you all know what is needed to be together with Y/n.” Ravi tried to ease the mood. “Are you guys that happy here with her?”

“Yes, she is caring with all of us!” Dino was fast and passionate.

“Y/n is dedicated and try to distribute her time around us so no one feels bad or lonely.” Vernon smiled to the girl.

“Quite a handful, she would be lost if we went away now!” Seungkwan glared at the two oldest.

“Are you kidding me? Besides building a pool for me and Chan, she even snuggle with us! Without complaints!” Mingyu laughed out loud, happy just thinking about it.

“She loves me, why I wouldn’t be happy here?” DK was thinking really hard about it. The 2 investigators were surprised but not really, they knew that if Y/n decided to adopt it wasn’t random, she would take a good care of them and do her best.

“Great! So… can we see the house now?” Seungkwan and Dokyeom were the first to stand up and they were in charge of showing every corner of the property. The rest started to clean up the lunch table and the hybrids hugged Y/n before joining the tour.

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You were still a little in shock when you were able to join the tour around your house. There were more questions about your lifestyle with everyone home and if you planned to adopt more, which you didn’t.

Ravi also were praising a lot all the rooms and areas he visited. Leo liked the library. There weren’t any more conflicts between the hybrids and you were super relieved when the duo were satisfied with the visit.

“We will also ask things to the ones at the center.” Leo warned you.

“Sure, I’ll let Jinyoung know that you’re going.” You nodded and they said their goodbyes. You breathed in relieve when they were gone. “That went well, right?” You turned to your hybrids.

“I think so.” Dino shrugged and the others nodded. You then threw yourself on the sofa, followed by the hybrids that piled on and around you. “Even if you wanted,, Y/n, you won’t be able to get away from us.” You smiled as all of you fell asleep content to the heart.

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herpronuonsarefemslash · 3 years

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That Won't Do - TEASER

You've heard of the MCU. You've heard of the DCEU. But have you heard of the DNGAFU? Thrill to a dangerous off-road detour where the only thing crazier than the porn parodies are the women who step in to set them straight.

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===== "The Citadel has really changed," Shepard notes, her eyes sweeping the plaza below the restaurant after completing their reflexive check--anyone with guns, then high, then the sides, then anything that could be used for cover--that she's done since Liara met her. Liara shimmies closer, humming happily as the hard metal of Shepard's pistol presses against her ribs. She takes one of Shepard's hands and wraps it around her hip, so that she can feel the far more svelte weapon concealed under her dress and accessible by the same slit in the side that made Shepard's eyes darken when she came out of the bedroom.

"It feels less alive," Liara agrees. "The embassies and offices were re-established but...I don't feel like I'm in a city."

"Two sieges in three years. Can't blame most people for wanting to commute. Rent's cheap and so is land. A few more years and salarians won't have any living memory of the war. Someone will buy it up and build a bunch of silly houses that all look the same and viola! The Citadel rises again, tainted by humanity's worst discovery. Suburbs."

Liara chuckles. "Actually, I believe I bound my wrists to humanity's worst discovery."

Shepard's broad shoulders roll and she tilts her head towards Liara with that sloppy, crooked smile of hers. "Probably."

She chose a table that faces the outside of the presidium's ring. She did it without asking Shepard if she wanted it. It's like how her beloved hates having a door behind her, except now she sees the stars as the gateway through which death might emerge.

"She's late," Shepard mutters, glancing at the chrono that her omnitool projects.

"Ash is a SPECTRE, love. I've never found them to be the reliable sort."

"No?"

"Not about little things. Only reliable when it matters most. Like when they say they'll come back to me."

Liara softens and leans her head on Shepard's shoulder, snuggling her cheek against the cotton and trying to ignore the way it shifts and slides against the armored undershirt. Whatever her bondmate needs to feel safe. The nightmares have been fewer, no longer spilling into her brain across Shepard's sleeping skin. She's not about to complain about paranoia.

Shepard likes to keep tabs in order to rile Ashley, who is so used to the oldest sister role that she bristles at having Shepard check up on her in a way that she instinctively recognizes and resents, but also craves. Ashley can ask someone else for life wisdom rather than being forced to dispense it.

As usual, Shepard found a restaurant that utterly baffles Liara. Edsel, it said on the sign. The theme has something to do with fossil-fuel burning surface vehicles of an era almost three hundred years in the past, to the point where wrecks were recovered, repainted, treated with some alloy called 'chrome' and used to build a maze of booths.

A comedian once said that asari live long enough to do everything once except try every restaurant.

The cuisine at least, is familiar. Greasy. Savory. Meaty. She can smell the oils the cooks use and under the sharp tang of the thresher meat being seared for the pant-suited female krogan at the counter, she can smell cod and potatoes. Fish and chips was the first thing Shepard ever cooked for her. A kindness she did not ask for and would learn only years later was something Shepard liked to do after she'd treated a woman to a wild night and taken her home.

One drunk night, an amused Karin Chakwas explained that digesting fatty food lessens the blow of the hangover, at least in humans.

By using her morning-after routine on Liara before they'd ever even kissed, she was putting the sled before the goat as humans say.

Ashley approaches their table and fires off a salute.

"Commander."

Shepard smiles into her coffee.

"Gunny."

Shepard's hand lands on Liara's thigh and gives a firm squeeze. Her fingers burn where they touch, even through clothing. Whether it's the eezo in Shepard's body that could be debilitating or cancerous in a weaker specimen but she turns it into strength, or the powerful grip of the fingers, or the ten degree spread in temperature between human and asari bodies, it never fails to make Liara pause and suck in a quick breath when her hands make contact the first time in any given encounter.

Scoot," Shepard chuckles, swinging her hips along the bench to bump into Liara's.

"Oh! Of course."

They make way for Ashley on the bench. Sehpard nods to a waiter and the asari scurries over, her eyes carving a hungry path across both the humans present in nearly as lusty a manner as the black flecks growing in her eyes.

She takes beverage orders, cocking an eyebrow at Ashley's request for water. Not since the war, she told them once. Not since her hangover in her quarters after the Citadel coup.

"Never gotten used to that, skip. I don't get hit on by turian women."

"Often."

Ashley sputters into her ice water.

"That was a special circumstance!"

Ashley's nut-brown cheeks darken further.

"It doesn't count if there's burning herbs!"

"And at a fertility festival no less," Shepard chuckles. "Remote colony, good farmland, lots of turian girls who liked hunting..."

"I will pay you 10,000 credits this instant not to finish that daydream out loud, skipper."

=====

"I'll take Harbinger triple burger with the..." She trails off, clicking her tongue as she reads over the menu which was printed on physical paper for some reason. "Why not? Salad."

"Same, gunny?" "Sure," Ashley chokes out.

"One with a Thessian greens side salad, and one with Earth greens. Earth is no-eezo. Fish and chips, pet?"

Liara shivers under the weight of the word.

Is the air thinner, or has the buzzing heat wrapping around her bones from Kate's possessiveness just made breathing harder? She reaches for her neck before realizing she's not wearing a collar. She can't, even in private. Spy drones, planted cameras, any number of things might catch it. Asari audiences wouldn't care their sex is so frequent, so shameless and so often rough, leaving snarled tangles of sheets and Liara's back or her ass outlined in sweat against the windows and slippery smears on walls where the splash of a lover's pleasure was allowed to drizzle down the paint just as it drizzled down the chin. Contrary to Shepard's red-faced vetoes of the idea, surveillance footage of them would massively improve her popularity in those stupid polls amongst maidens, and by extension, Aethyta's clout with matriarchs in the voting forums.

The collar itself would be the fatal mistake.

Human kink communities take a very different view of them. Make believe. Fake danger easily dismissed when removed, or worn throughout the day as proof of a sub's devotion. But humans abolished slavery amongst themselves and have kept to that, neither suffering it nor inflicting it save for a brief encounter with batarian savagery that ended in humanity's victory. Asari have mourned missing kin for centuries. They can't enjoy collars knowing so many of their sisters have suffered under them, or died when their masters flicked a switch. Bondmate necklaces were popular in the earlier periods of the Council era, but only ancient matriarchs who bonded before the batarians were contacted still wear them.

Wearing Shepard's dog tags on Ilium while she mourned and hoped was enough to garner more than a few disgusted glances.

"Yes please," Liara mumbles, lifting her eyes and favoring the waitress with a smile. "We're so close to Earth, after all. Fish and chips sounds lovely."

"It'll be out soon," the waitress promises but not before pausing to use her omnitool's forger to burn her contact information into the side of Ashley's water glass. Ashley stares at it numbly, like it was a grenade and not a proposition.

Kate pats her protege's shoulder.

"There, there. Heard you were doing spot checks on stuff coming in from Omega. Confiscated anything interesting lately?"

=====

Liara has two sorts of anger: fidgety and apocalyptic.

That's day-to-day Liara anger, and Goddess bless but she's getting better at avoiding it. Having lived on a warship or in barracks from birth until retirement a few weeks before their wedding meant she wasn't housebroken.

This is the other sort of anger. The last Prothean nearly turned into a smear of shell and ichor when he derided her after Thessia's fall. A three-jawed skull cracking after a lucky blow with a warp and the Shadow Broker rising with a bellow of agony. Kai Leng's attempted backstab ending with the crack of reinforced arm bones, then his legs, then his spine being broken before Liara's barrier-hardened fists turned his ribs into a lumpy pile of shuddering scraps and she drew a dagger that ate the light around it and slit his throat.

"Love, it's..."

"...it's just a bootleg of some smut. I wouldn't take it seriously."

"Yes, exactly!" Liara cries. "Unreleased. Still time. Still time."

"You're getting a bit krogan-y, love."

"An actress is going to be portraying me. For portraying me making love to you and you think it's nothing?"

"I'll reach out through the network, I'm sure someone can slow them up, or yank a permit they need for the warehouse. And I'm sure no one cares about the porn industry awards."

Liara drops her head into her hands.

"Shepard, have you ever watched asari pornography? And I don't mean that as a trap, love. Yes or no. I won't be angry."

She is tempted to quip that that was more Joker's thing than hers, but she doesn't.

"A few. Back when. I didn't see the point, really. Just felt flat, especially once I knew what the meld was like. After...after our first time, it didn't work. Didn't do a thing for me while you were on Ilium."

Liara's eyes lift from her pacing feet and meet Shepard's. She doesn't seem ready yet to accept assurances that it was all right to pursue the Shadow Broker rather than pull up roots to hunt Collectors.

"Fornax?"

"One of the trendier studios on Earth that was trying to out-lesbian them, actually."

"Goddess."

"Li, what's wrong?"

"Go make popcorn. I'm going to check for listening devices, just in case."

She comes back to find the lights lowered and a naked Liara reclined on a throne made of what might be every pillow they own. She pats the spot beside her.

"Did I miss something?"

Liara laughs in that soft 'you silly human' way that makes warmth and sunlight spill into every crevice of Shepard's being.

"This is how asari couples watch movies together," she explains. "Intimately. So strip."

"Aye-aye, ma'am."

Curling up against Liara is one of the few things that makes organic life worth saving.

=====

"That's Vaenia? It's...it's..."

"A political thriller about the behind the scenes work to integrate humanity into Council Space?" Liara jokes.

"I just wasn't expecting the most talked about erotic film on Ilium to be Citizen Kane, all right?"

"What?"

"Ugh. Bad example."

"Can you see why I want them to get this right, Shepard?"

Her bondmate worries her lip with her teeth and finally nods.

"Yeah. Yeah, I can. I'll make some calls."

=====

Her bondmate spins in place, dropping one of the 'gummy bears' in the process. At least, that's what Shepard calls them. They're actually a mix of thresher maws and kalikosaurs, but apparently the original candies that inspired other races to copy them were shaped like an Earth animal called a bear. Soldier that she is, she lunges and manages to catch it before the syrup-filled atrocity stains anything.

"We're doing what now?"

Liara scrubs her hands across the aching roots of her crests. Kate bats her hands away and digs her strong thumbs in, kneading the muscles until they melt. Overly cautious as she can be when it comes to doors, security VIs and vetting everyone from carpet cleaners to house painters, Liara does love how recklessly she throws herself into giving comfort. Sometimes she slides her shirt off her shoulders and starts working her over before Liara herself is fully aware of the ache.

"You're mad at me," She mumbles, tucking her chin over Liara's shoulder and looking at the comm terminal. "Sorry."

"I wouldn't have expected you to be a prude. We've hosted a Janiris party for our friends. You've fucked me on a dozen battlefields. You fucked me until I melded without askin-"

"Which was hot..."

"Agree to disagree on not-fully-consensual melds."

"Run me through this again. The only Athamic Oaths I'm familiar with are a Justicar's Six Oaths, plus the ones I swore to you."

Liara highlights the text.

"The Oath of Inspiration is what an artist uses to exchange access for information for confidentiality."

"Which is how Vaenia alluded to operations and installations whose very existence was top secret."

"Exactly. It's an oath specifically for artists, those recognized by some guild or institute. And in some cases, portraitists or actresses or writers will swear it just for access. We're expected to behave naturally and let them into our routine and they're expected to avoid embarrassing us and use creative license and common sense about secrecy."

"So you want to invite the actresses who will be portraying us to live with us for a few days."

"It'd take several weeks, Shepard. Any performer on a production like this, asari or human or turian, would have been tutored at the same sorts of universities. Taught to take information in slowly and not to depict our breakfast routine based on one morning, but across many."

"I think I could just explain how you like your pancakes over the vid, T'Soni."

"You could. But I notice you're not complaining about the idea about letting someone watch us 24/7."

Shepard sorts through her handful of candy and picks up one of the maw-shaped ones. It's a sort of blue that shouldn't be allowed to exist, especially since she hasn't been able to find botanical records of any raspberries on Earth that color.

"What's-her-name is cute and I like the blue ones. Council and Allied races have a security review this afternoon, siame. I'll pick up Arty after. Don't wait up."

Her bondmate drops a kiss on her crests, turns on her heel and walks away without further explanation or doing anything about the steady trickle of wet that her tease and that goddess-fucked smirk caused between Liara's thighs.

"Glyph?" The drone boots up and manifests his outer shell from his cradle at her desk.

"Yes, Doctor?"

Kate can't just say something like that and leave her here to drip and shiver for hours on end. Not without consequences.

"Any and all scenes from human actress Emilia Ryder involving romantic partners. Loop. One third volume."

"Stand by."

Liara flops onto the unmade bed, relishing the smell of the both of them that mingles in the silk. She reaches blindly for her nightstand and presses her thumb to the biometrics. A bit more fumbling manages to locate the scarcely used synthcock, which is fully charged, thank the Goddess. Rummaging through the canisters in the bowl, she picks a foam-based ejaculate and presses the nozzle into the hidden inlet.

Kate hasn't used this since her last round of reparative surgery with Miranda. At her request, Miri recreated some hare-brained cybernetic and clone-tissue monstrosity ripped straight from Cerberus's worst ideas in the Lazarus project and then fused it into Shepard's body permanently. Liara argued that it was sheer insanity to implant illegal wetware from a terrorist group's project that proved so morally bankrupt that even the Illusive Man shuttered it.

Then she saw her beloved's smile as she looked at her own outline in the mirror in her slacks and noticed how her posture straightened and broadened to maximize herself in a space. Her shoulders released tensions she'd been carrying for years, so much so that Liara was never aware that the stiffness wasn't natural. She doesn't need to understand human gender to know that Shepard always felt more at ease wearing a synthcock any time she wasn't in armor or about to be, even if sex was nowhere on the horizon. She would sometimes wear one, only to take it out when she bedded Liara. Though the toy served no practical value unless she or Liara touched it, something about it anchored Shepard in her own skin, a precious thing indeed for a woman acutely aware she's wearing a once-dead body around. The permanent addition seems to have an even better effect.

"Film me and in one hour, send it to Shepard's commlink. Blackhole address."

Shepard wants to leave her a lonely, frustrated mess?

Two can play at this game.

=====

"How was school? You still crushing on your math teacher?"

If that whine contained any actual words, she didn't catch them.

"What about that girl who came in last term that runs the student paper?"

Arty's a darker shade of purple than any other asari Shepard's ever known, so when her father embarrasses her, her cheeks and neck flush nearly to black.

"Just remember. Do both your hypos first, make her show you a STD test and wear gloves, don't dive too deep, and remember to help her up because meld or no meld, she might not remember which color her toes are."

"DAD!"

She chuckles. She's seen Arty at student-parent events. She stares at Neema Ullasi's neck like she wants to see if she can suck a hickey into it through her headscarf. Intelligent, poised, kind, fierce activist. Neema grew up on Ilium as an diplobrat whose mother remarried a local matriarch, meaning she's fluent in not only Arabic and Farsi but enough regional asari dialects that her and Arty can have inside jokes around human teachers. What's not to crush on?

Loitering around a coffee shop they have to walk past are the unholy trinity of reporters from Alliance News Network, Westerland News and Stella Incognita Broadcasting. Westerland alone, she could handle. Khalisah Al-Jilani is the second coming as far as the bosses are concerned after being the only one of their wartime correspondents to print anything but racist garbage and she relies on the Shepard-T'Sonis and their friends for that. She can yank a cub reporter's chain so it doesn't need to be swatted on the nose. ANN is a military-funded network without a war to cover, making them a wild card. Stella is trying to become some one-stop shop for all different flavors of sensationalist garbage by employing a diverse workforce of assholes from eight races and using some byzantine corporate structure that probably drove the volus who created it insane.

It's been a while since she punched a journalist. Maybe it's time.

=====

She glances at her daughter.

"That footage uploaded?" Arty looks up at the camera drone's status lights and nods. Shepard pulls her sidearm and puts a round into the drone's thruster pack, making it wobble and smack into the back of Arty's stasis field.

"How dare yo-"

"You ambushed us in a permit-only photography zone. I gave them permission, but not you."

"You said we could!" he sputters.

"I said you two," she reminds him, pointing at the other two reporters. "Not three."

"I don't recall giving verbal approval or signing a release for footage of me or my child. Bill me for the drone."

"What about you?" the reporter demands, pointing at Artemis. "Do you agree with...that?"

"Really?" she scoffs. "After seeing my dad do that, after practically daring her to blackbag you in broad daylight, you're going to come after her daughter?"

Arty flares her barrier so hard Shepard swears she can smell the leathery musk of rachni and the permafrost of Noveria along with the choking ozone of air seared by the sheer intensity of Benezia's biotics.

She levels a volley of profanity at the reporter that would melt Wrex's plates and Kate whistles and offers her fist for a bump.

"Whoa. Learn that one from your grandfather?" Shep aims straight down the drone's lens and pulls the trigger until the pistol's heat vents glow cherry red. Just for the ANN viewers back on Earth, she puckers her lips and blows across the muzzle before holstering it with her best imitation of a cowboy's twirl.

"Mixed and matched between her and Wrex. So. Donuts? I hear there's this place that sells them with ice cream on top."

"My asari and their ice cream. Also, don't tell your mom I filled you with sugar on the way home."

She tosses her arm around Arty's shoulder.

"Glazed donut with rocky road on it?"

"Nah. I'm thinking sprinkles."

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