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lgbtqlegends · 4 years ago

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angst + sleepy!sara headcanons part 4

there've been times on rough nights when sara's gotten up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom but then as she's washing her hands in the sink, she catches sight of herself in the mirror and is filled with just absolute disgust and pure hatred for the person she sees staring back at her

and she's about to just look down and finish washing her hands so that she can just get out of the bathroom and back to ava. but then her thoughts get loud and her mind is screaming at her to just go back to bed, with ava, but her body just will not move and so she's stuck staring at herself in the mirror

and her thoughts are getting louder, yelling "monster. monster. monster. you're a fucking monster. a screw-up. a killer. you ruin everyone's lives. you don't deserve to be happy. you should've fucking died on the gambit. everyone's lives would've been better for it."

and suddenly it's all too much and sara can't take it anymore and before she even realizes what she's doing, she yells "STOP! JUST SHUT UP!" and she's punching the mirror and her hand is bloody and the mirror is shattered but she's still punching it and she's crying but she doesn't wanna fucking look at herself anymore because all she sees staring back at her is a fucking monster and she can't stand it anymore

and ava woke up hearing a crash and yelling that sounded a lot like sara (and she knew that it sounded like sara because it was sara). and now she's in panic mode because oh god what happened is she okay??

so she rushes to find her and it turns out she's in the bathroom so she walks in and sees sara sobbing, sees her punching the remnants of the now-shattered mirror with a really bloody hand. and for a moment, she freezes and doesn't know what to do but then her brain kickstarts again and she pulls sara back away from the mirror and out of the bathroom

and sara just collapses against the hallway wall and ava kneels down in front of her, carefully takes sara's hands in her own and is like "sara, baby, what happened?"

sara just shakes her head and sobs, and ava cups sara's face in her hands so that she meets her eyes and her heart breaks at the pain she sees there. and sara clearly won't be talking just yet so ava just goes and grabs the first aid kit to take care of sara's hand and wrap it up

and while she's doing that, sara asks a question that makes her heart hurt even more because the way she asked it,,, her voice sounded so broken and the question itself was a little hard to hear because sara was still sobbing and her voice was so small, but ava still heard it anyway, the unmistakable "why haven't you left yet? I'm not worth it." like a knife right through ava's heart

so she just finishes taking care of sara's hand while she thinks of just how to respond to that. and once she's done, she takes sara's face in her hands again, gently wipes away some of her tears and blows out a breath before she's like "sara, baby, i want you to listen to me, okay? I love you. and i am not leaving you. ever. you are so worth it, and you deserve the world and I'm so sorry that the world continuously made you think you don't. you are... so kind, and so brave, and so amazing and so beautiful and so, so loved. you are not a monster. you are not a screw-up. you are not a killer. and you are not worthless. and no matter what your mind is telling you right now, you deserve to live, and love and be loved and be happy, sara. and im so sorry you're in so much pain right now, but im here for you. through everything. okay? i love you. i love you so much. come here."

and sara just nods and sobs harder and ava pulls her close- as tight as she can- and cradles sara's head against her neck while sara grips at her like she's the only thing keeping her afloat

and sara gasps out that it feels like she's drowning and she's so fucking tired and everything fucking hurts and and it's so hard. and she gasps out that she doesn't know how much more of it she can take because god it's like she can't keep her head above water. and she begs ava not to let her drown, begs her to help her keep her head above water

and another sob rips through her, wracks her body and she clutches harder at ava and ava just holds her tighter because she doesn't think she's ever seen sara quite this broken, quite this Not Okay, not even after mallus or crisis. and all she wants to do is take sara's pain away because god sara deserves the world but not this,,, she doesn't deserve to be in so much fucking pain that she can't stand to look at herself in the mirror

and ava nods in response to sara's pleas and kisses her head and just says over and over again that she loves her so, so much. and sara's sobs eventually quiet down to soft whimpers and ava manages to get her up off the floor and back to their room. and they can worry about the bathroom tomorrow because all that matters right now is sara because she's far from any semblance of okay and she's exhausted, not only mentally but physically as well

so ava just lays down in bed and pulls sara to lay on top of her and she pulls the blankets up around them and pulls sara as close as she physically can before kissing her head and whispering for her to sleep and get some rest and that she'll be here when she wakes up and that she doesn't ever have to do this alone anymore

sara just burrows closer (somehow) and goes to sleep with her grip tight on ava's shirt. and the last thing she hears before she finally drifts to sleep is ava, murmuring as softly as she can "i love you so much, baby. more than you could ever possibly know."

and ava knows they have a long way to go, tonight only proved that and by the looks of it, sara had been spiralling for a while and ava's only regret is that she didn't see it sooner, but no matter how far they have to go, ava knwos they'll get there together, so she lets herself fall asleep with sara safe in her arms

#avalance #sara lance #ava sharpe #avalance headcanon #this is the last part of angst + sleepy!sara #but don't worry i have so many more headcanons stored in line #and asks are still open so send in any headcanon prompts you want to see and i'll try to get to them as fast as i can!

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trillian-anders · 4 years ago

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the harlot - iv

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: descriptive violence, angst, fluff, smut,

word count: 2.8k

description: harlots inspired au;

one last run before shipping off steve rogers is brought to a brothel to love a woman in case of his untimely demise at war. he meets the reader, young and fresh, not yet tainted by the world they’d been born into. a torrid one night love affair that costs their mother greatly. a promise and years later they meet again, the reader resentful and distrustful. the charming, now captain rogers, seems as captivated in reader as ever. but it’s never meant to be. and you both know that.

His jaw was more defined. His brows fuller. Hair longer than you could remember it being. His eyes were almost dark in this lighting. Not their usual blue, but something more serious and hardened. His bottom lip was just as pink and full as before, you vaguely remember how it felt between your teeth. It was silent. Tea growing cold between you as the question hung in the air.

He swallowed, taking a sip of his tea. The sound of the cup hitting the saucer before he started, “I wasn’t lying to you.”

“But you omitted facts.” You cross your arms, “You withheld information.” He shakes his head,

“When was I supposed to tell you?” He reasons, “We had one night, I wasn’t too keen on explaining my family history.” No, he’d been far more concerned with making up for his shortcomings, having you writhe on this tongue before he hardened again. And you met twice more that night. Whispers of dreams that could never be shared between you, and a stupid promise that should have never been made.

“So explain.” He leans forward resting his arms on the table, eyes scanning the wood and he says,

“Where to start?” He shakes his head, eyes meeting yours from beneath his lashes, “My parents…”

They’re Sara and Joseph Rogers. Old money from being a staunchly military family. He shrugs, “Every member of my family has fought for the British Military.” But not so much lately. They were full of Barons and Marquess. “I’m to take the title of Lord soon.” He was going to sit in the House of Peers and with his familial status and his own Lordship…

“You’d control half of Britain.” You sit back against your chair, still fingering the piece of cheese, thinking.

“And my family the other half.” They were steps away from the palace. “And when my father dies…” He would be less than fifteen seats from the throne itself.

“So Pierce…” He shrugs,

“Wants to get in my good graces so that when it happens…”

“You’ll let him keep doing his villainous deeds, he would have a greater barrier of protection.” Steve nods.

Politics were a mess of titles and owned land. Who has the bigger property? Who has the more lavish surroundings? Who can spread their coin around? And if the gold fastenings on his shirt were anything to go by, the foregone wig and the cleanliness of him, he could do whatever he wants. Even have Brock murdered tonight, without anyone batting an eyelash.

“I don’t want to leave you here.” He admits honestly. His hand reaches across the table to still yours. “I said I would come back to you and I did.” Warm and calloused. It gave you a small bit of comfort.

“We were children.” You could feel it bubbling in your chest. The emotion. You weren’t going to cry. “We didn’t know what promise we were making.”

“I knew.” His hand tightened slightly on yours. “Y/N…” You pull away. “The only reason I didn’t come back for you more quickly was for my term at war… I’ve been working—”

“For what?” You tug on your teeth out of nerves, “It’s been almost ten years, Steve.” He sighs and looks at you with reverence.

“I was working… to first free the Americans.” Against his King’s army. “They deserved their freedom, and everyone knows it.” He softly grabs your hand again, “After that I joined a group…” Shaking his head, “I had to build these foundations before I came for you again.” He looked hopeful almost, wanting. His tongue comes and wets his bottom lip.

“Even if you did take me from here, what am I to be?” A harsh laugh, “You’ll marry.” The corners of his mouth twitched but did not give into a frown. “You’ll marry and you’ll have children and a legacy… and I will just be your whore to visit and buy pretty jewels for.” You pull away from him, scooting your chair back and standing from the table, scrubbing your face with your hands, you turn from him.

“I don’t want anyone but you.” He claims. You scoff, turning to look at him. And in the shadows of his face you can see that boy now.

“Then you obviously haven’t grown as much as I thought.” You shake your head, the tears betraying you by slipping down your cheeks, “You need to marry, and you can not marry a whore.” He steps from the table, rounding it to meet you, softly grabbing your hands which still frame your face and taking them in his own.

“Y/N…” His lips meeting your right wrist and then your left. “I can do whatever I want.” You roll your eyes,

“And be ruined for it.” He takes a step closer, his chest brushing against yours and his forehead meets yours and he’s close, so close.

“Y/N…” His mouth meets yours and you’re unable to say no. You’re unable to do anything but melt against him. His arm wraps around your waist and pulls you harder against him as you part and meet again. Your hand gripping his bicep as your ass meets the hard edge of the table. He parts from you with heavy breath on your lips, those pink lips now red and flushed. “I would gladly be ruined if it meant I were to spend the rest of my life next to you.”

A gasp of a pant as his hands cradle your face, his cheeks flushed against his pale skin. You tremble under his gaze.

“There’s just one thing we need to do first.” He presses his lips to yours again, “And I need you to trust me.” His thumb brushing against your bottom lip before bringing you back to him in a slow and savory way, “I will never let anything bad happen to you again.”

“You can’t promise that.” His thumbs pressing into your cheeks as he presses his hips against yours. You can feel that hard familiar length of him. Your knees locking him in against you as you relish in that old feeling.

Maybe this was a mistake. How could you have let him get so close so quickly? You gave in at the press of his lips. The feeling it bred in your body like a drug you couldn’t help but find yourself addicted to. The memory pales against the real thing. The way it makes your skin shiver and your fingers tremble where they lay on his arms. He could tell you to do anything right now and you’d do exactly as he asked. A dangerous thing when it comes to your profession.

Those years of building up a guard and becoming objective and distanced. You couldn’t care less if Pierce wanted another whore for the night, something he did occasionally, or if he found his way to you. You didn’t care to be left alone for days on end in this big house with only books and a morning and evening stroll to take your time. But in this moment, you feel like you might die if he left you.

You might die if he were to let you go.

He meets your lips again, tongue brushing yours, a steady joining and parting. Soft and wet.

“I need you to help me bury Pierce.” His touch so warm and comforting, “Help me take him down and then,” A press of his forehead against yours, “And then I’ll take you to the country estate, just like I promised.”

“Is that all you want from me?” He shakes his head,

“I want everything that has to do with you.” His thumb soft across your cheek, “We need to secure your money first, everything you’re owed.” You whimper against him as his hips press further into yours, “And then you can help me take this bastard down.” A press of his lips to your throat, to where the neckline of your nightdress met your skin. And your heart raced as he pressed his mouth to the bruises on your skin. His hands gentle against your tender flesh as he sunk to his knees before you. “You had bewitched me the moment I saw you,” A gentle kiss to the skin of your thigh, “I would do anything for you.” His hands pressing your thighs further apart to settle his head between them. “Anything.”

He laid a plan out between your thighs, hand gripping your hips steady on his face as his tongue worked you to falling apart. Your fingers twisted in his hair as he let you benefit from the friction on your sex. Nipples hard beneath your shift, arching up against him in gasps and moans as he brought you to a trembling end. Mouth and tongue pressing sloppily against your thighs and hips.

“When Pierce returns,” A whisper against your lips, “We will begin.”

With him gone and the house empty you grew clearer. Less foggy and drunk with his presence. But he said Brock wouldn’t be back for the rest of the night, right?

You powder makeup on in the mirror, covering up the bruises best you could. Maybe you could risk going to see your Ma.

The single opportunity presented itself and you would be a fool not to take it. And your Ma would know what to do. She’d be able to clear your head about this.

You did what you could to hide Brock’s handiwork, but your Ma was sure to spot a mark or two. The trepidation in that was drowned by the excitement to see your Pa and Peter again. Your steps quick and heart beginning to flutter as the prim and proper clean homes turned into the thick dark wood and the volume of the town louder than the sleepy homes you’d just left behind.

Drunks in the street and a loud row in a pub, passed by as you continued to your destination. The vibrant noise and the sounds of people stuffed in alleys sampling the wares on the streets.

You saw your Pa first. His hair greyer than you remember. Chatting outside with a man you didn’t recognize, just outside of the house you’d grown up in. He must have felt you coming. His eyes drifting over to you and smile splits his lips. The emotions you’d felt all day spilling over onto your cheeks as you run into his open arms.

A hug tight enough to squeeze the breath from you. It pushes out a sob. His hand on the back of your head as he held you to him and you felt like a child again. Scared of a storm. Weeping into his shoulder as he soothes the cracks of thunder that woke you from your bed.

“My sweet girl.” He pulls back to look at your face and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ve missed you so.” His hand firm in yours, “Come.” A tip of his head to the man he was talking to before your approach and he brought you into the house. The noise of creaking beds drowned out by the twinkle of keys at the piano you’d not touched in years. Your Ma was found in the parlor. And your eyes immediately went to the tall boy behind the piano. Peter.

Your heart lept in your chest as he ran to you, wrapping you in his arms. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” Happy and eager.

“I was left alone for a night,” You smile at him, looking over his shoulder at your Ma. “I have until morning.” You laugh, stepping back from Peter. “You weren’t lying Ma,” You grin at him, “You’ve grown quite a bit.”

“There’s so much I want to talk to you about.” He says, “I just don’t know where to start.” You brush a hand across his cheek and in his face, you could see the little boy who pulled on your skirt begging for sweets. The little boy who cuddled you in your bed after falling asleep reading. And you felt your heart full for the first time in a while.

“Let her breathe,” Your Ma held her hand out to you, “Are you hungry love?” And you realized you were starving. You’d forgotten the last time you had stew. Rich people didn’t eat the scraps from their table all blended together like this. They hadn’t the need to.

It was food of the poor. The indentured. And it gave you more comfort than you could put into words. A hunk of crusty bread on the side and you were being spoiled.

Your Ma’s finger gripped your chin and turned your face in the soft candlelight. “When will he let you go.” She sighs, “I thought you’d be living free by now.” With a 400 pound a year pension and living the way you’d like. “I’m so sorry love.” You pull from her, scraping your bread over the sides of the bowl.

“I need to ask you something, Ma.” Bread swallowed and belly full, you gaze across the table at her, much like the way you looked at Steve earlier. “Do you remember Steve?” Her shoulders visibly tense, of course she did.

“He swore to me he wouldn’t talk.” Her voice tight, “Did he say something to Sir Pierce?”

“No.” You shake your head, sipping your wine, “No, he didn’t.” A swallow, “But he’s come back… and he wants to take me with him.” Confusion clear on her face.

“Take you with him where?” Her fingers rapping on the table, nervous. “You’re under contract.” You tug on your lip,

“Yes,” Your Pa and Peter enter the room. Parlor cleaned up and,

“Shut the door.” Your Ma orders, blocking this conversation from the rest of the house. You look at your Pa and Peter, before directing your attention back to your mother.

“This can’t leave this room.” Your voice sterner than you thought it would be. “Do you understand?”

It was going to be complicated. You’d told Steve earlier, “I don’t want to be your whore.” Your lips both swollen from kissing, “I have my own money. I want my own home and my own things.” Soft and emotional, “I don’t want to belong to anyone.” A nod, a prayer on his lips and he said,

“I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

You begin to explain, “Lord Steve Rogers,” Your Mother’s brow lifts, “He takes his title this week. He’s going to help me get out of my contract and help me keep my money after.”

“For what?” Your Ma shrugs, “What does he want in return.”

“What does he have to gain from it.” Your father adds. You lick your lips.

“He’s trying to take down Pierce.” You admit, “Get rid of his villainy over the city.” The murdered in the streets. The vile and wretched dirty dealings with him giving out loans and taking exceeded interest. Drowning families and destroying homes.

“And he wants you to help him.” Peter finishes.

“Yeah,” You give him a half smile, “I’ll be helping him.”

“Absolutely not.” A pound of her hand on the table and your Ma steps from it. “Peirce would see you hanged for betraying him and I refuse.”

“But Ma—”

“Your Ma’s right, sweetheart.” A sigh from your old Dad. “It’s a large risk to take, and no one knows if this would actually work.” It wasn’t a lie. If Pierce finds that you’re working against him you’d soon find your hands around your throat and your body tossed away like garbage. And maybe you were being foolish. Maybe this was a mistake.

“I could help.” Peter offers. “I mean… Steve.”

“No.” Firm and absolute.

“Listen to me,” You start, “Pierce would rather see me die than leave his side regardless of whether or not I help Lord Rogers or not. He’s shown that to me time and time again. Without fail.” Your voice rising in volume, “I’m not dumb enough to get swept away in this game, but it needs to be played, Ma.” If you were ever going to survive this.

“Send him here.” An order from your Pa. “Let me talk to him and we shall go from there, but your Ma and I want no word of either of you pursuing this.” His voice turning softer, “I want you back, not gone for good, do you understand me?” You nod.

“I understand.”

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #chris evans #captain america #the avengers #peter parker #ben parker #mary parker #alexander pierce

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years ago

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Αιώνια αγάπη (DT. AU) pt.3

03: To be tested

Summary: Going through a multitude of tests, Y/N’s allegiance is thoroughly questioned which leads to new surprises for two very mythical brothers.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst

Word count: 4320

Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST

Thank you for being in the story: @daddygraysonsbitch as Sara Howell, and @mutuallynotmutual as Alyssa!

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Voices, giggles, feet stompers. That’s what forced Y/N to groggily open her eyes and look to her clock. Sure, the sun is up and the birds are out on their branches singing, but when Y/N saw it was barely seven in the morning, she groaned while hiding her face in the pillow.

The chatter didn’t stop, slowly unnerving her until her hands formed fists and a rage burned within. She was definitely not a morning person and being woken up so early and inconsiderably had tipped her over into a screaming blur.

She screamed into her pillow, using her balled up fists to take her anger out on the mattress she enjoyed much better with her eyes closed. She screamed until her throat turned raw and scratchy as if she swallowed a handful of razor blades the night before. She had been up far too late as well, drowning herself in pain and endless what if’s, only fueling her sleep deprived fury.

But she couldn’t take it out on those around her. Not again. It’s how she lost all her previous friendships. She swore she’d be a good Kappa sister, not only to herself but her mother as well.

She made a promise and she had every intent to keep it.

Giving up on her slumber, Y/N rolls to her right side and turns to the window. She lets her legs dangle from the bed, keeping her head still on the pillow to collect herself. She had to put back the brave mask to bear today, knowing she can’t let people see the weakness she hides from the world. Sighing, she pushes off with her right elbow and sits up. Running a hand through her hair, she stands and makes her way to the bay window.

Looking out the window, she sees most pledges are gathered outside the house already, obviously keen on getting done with tasks of the day. While she’s not as excited, she’s determined. Y/N is determined to earn the spot she’s been given and prove everyone, herself included, that she’s right where she belongs.

Despite her will to be a good Kappa sister, she can’t help her wandering gaze as it sets on a particular window of the next door frat house. The window is open, giving her a clear view of a shirtless man sleeping on his stomach, hugging a pillow close to his chest. She squints, looking at his very thick and round ass peering under the sheet he chose to cover his body with, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. She knows it’s wrong, but she’d like nothing more than to touch the butt.

She giggles to herself, remembering watching Nemo as a kid and that “I WANNA TOUCH THE BUTT” scene, imagining herself as the curious fish just wanting to squish the big butt in her sight.

Lost in her little fantasy, Y/N shook her head slightly, reminding herself that would be against the rules and reeled herself in. She must not let the very attractive and probably charming twins derail her from all the plans she’s spent too long working on.

She pulls the curtain to change, not wanting to risk Grayson waking up and getting a free peep show. If anything, he’d at least have to pay for it and not necessarily in cash.

’Stop the sinful thoughts’, she mentally shakes herself up once more, putting on her clothes.

A pair of black jeans and a green hole sweater, the right sleeve slopping down her shoulder and revealing a bit of skin. She decides on lacing her green converse with pearly white shoelaces, to match not only her outfit but the house colors too - the aesthetic of it all to put her on the top. Letting her hair down, she puts her make up on - nothing too flashy, but enough to accentuate her eyes and give her lips a little protection from the oncoming autumn cold. A book bag for class over her shoulder and she’s prepared to take on the world.

Or so she thought.

Unlocking her door, Y/N walks down the stairs, finding the first floor flooded with sorority girls. All the girls lower their voices, looking at a very irritated Blair who approaches Y/N.

“You’re taking your sweet time this morning.” Blair folds her arms across her chest, cocking her head to the right as her eyes narrow.

“I didn’t realize we have anything scheduled for the morning.” Y/N replies calmly, trying to soothe her inner bitch and stop herself from saying things that would surely get her into trouble.

“If you stayed last night, you’d know.” Blair spat, looking Y/N up and down, thoroughly judging her outfit. She could feel the daggers Blair’s glare intended for her, but no matter how hard she tried…she just didn’t care.

“No one said it was mandatory.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders, hearing a tiny gasp from the crowd that’s gathered around them. It didn’t seem like anyone had ever talked back to Queen Bitch and Y/N had to physically stop herself from openly rolling her eyes at the current head of their sorority.

“No one said it wasn’t.” Blair sneers, turning her back on Y/N, narrowly missing Y/N rolling her eyes at her for real this time. If she hadn’t, she would have blown an aneurysm.

“Before class, we will test your knowledge.” Blair walks out, everyone filing out after her, so Y/N follows too. She stands in the front yard with the rest of the pledges, waiting for instructions.

“You’ll each get a buzzer to hold in your right hand.” Sara approaches Y/N, handing her the buzzer and connecting a small wire to her left index finger. She smiles sweetly, hoping it reassures Y/N for the round and it does.

“The buzzer is connected to a source of electricity, so every wrong answer will quite literally shock you.” A series of surprised gasps and whispers spreads like wildfire around Y/N, but she just clicks her tongue, nodding to herself.

She wondered if hazing is a thing and she definitely considered this hazing. She’s not as surprised as the girls around her, rather annoyed. Queen Bitch is definitely a mad Targaryan…No doubt left in her mind about that.

“Silence!” Blair shouts, getting a few pissed off ’shut up’s’ from the sleepy frats next door.

Y/N chuckles at the vein popping on Blair’s forehead as she shouts a couple of insults their way, deciding the frat might not be so bad after all. Hell, she’d pay good money to see what happens when they actually do mess with Mrs. Uptight.

Y/N looks up, noticing Ethan being one of the vocal ones and he certainly noticed her too for his shouting immediately stopped and was replaced with a tiny wave and a nervous rub at the back of his neck.

Averting her eyes to Blair, Y/N can tell everyone noticed that wave was meant for her alone but she won’t comment on it. In fact, she’ll pretend it never happened.

That’s the sensible thing to do, she thought.

“You have to get two answers right in every category, meaning you get ONE chance of a slip up.” Blair explains, emphasizing the words unnecessarily in Y/N’s opinion. She wasn’t impressed by Blair at all, especially not her mean girl attitude.

She started her questions, kicking two girls out right off the bat. Not only did the poor girls get shocked twice, but also cut from the sorority.

It wasn’t pretty.

The rest did pretty well, a couple of them getting shocked in the process, but none of them got more than one wrong per category.

It was finally her turn. She didn’t feel nervous, nor intimidated at all. She felt ready.

Blair stuck her hand into the bin, drawing the first category.

“Harry Potter?” She frowned while Y/N smiled, knowing she’d be set for this category. If there’s anything in this world she knows everything about, it’s Harry Potter. She spent countless hours reading every book, watching every movie and all with her mother. It was one of the things they bonded over and that always helped settle disputes between the two - every fight ending with a movie marathon and late night giggles. Ignoring the ache of fond memories flowing through her, Y/N swallowed thickly and batted her eyelashes quickly to stop her eyes from watering.

“Ugh, fine. First question is: What age do the students of Hogwarts school of magic and witchcraft get their owl?”

“Eleven.” Y/N responds confidently, noticing a crowd of more than one sorority and frat gathered for the show. She didn’t have to look for the infamous twins, knowing they’re both watching her. It makes her sound insane or self-absorbed, but she could feel their eyes on her. She didn’t understand where their interest came from, but she knew she was on their radar. It felt oddly…exhilarating, but also terrifying. She stands to lose everything if she dares to pull on that thread.

“Second question: What was the last horcrux?”

“Harry Potter himself since a small part of Voldemort’s soul hid inside him on the night he killed his parents and tried to kill him too.” Y/N smirks, watching Blair’s face turning red. Revisiting her favorite fandom and making Blair fume? It’s better than winning the lottery.

“THIRD question: What is Voldemort’s real name?”

“Tom Marvolo Riddle.” Y/N replies confidently with Tom’s signature British - muggles disgust him - accent, the crowd cheering her on. She felt her heart leap inside her chest with the support, feeling self conscious of more than just her looks.

Their looks started to burn - like a lover’s touch. She had to physically remind herself to breathe and she mentally facepalmed at the sound of her own voice.

Blair drafted the second category, smirking in satisfaction.

“Second category: Greek mythology.” She sends a glare Y/N’s way, expecting her to fail. Little did she know that is one of Y/N’s guilty pleasures. She’s always loved history and myth, but she found herself invested in Greek mythology in particular - taking interest in certain gods and goddesses.

“First question: What was Apollo the god of?” The question didn’t throw Y/N off at all. She loved the legends and the thought of it all being real. With risk of sounding insane once more, she truly felt a connection to the myths. At times, she even dreamed of what she deemed Mount Olympus.

“Not only is he considered the epitome of beauty, but he is also a god of music, poetry, arts, oracles, archery, herds and flocks, diseases, healing, light, sun, knowledge and protection of young or youth, whichever way you prefer it.” Y/N hears a loud clap before she’s even done, attracting her attention to the hollering Grayson on the porch. His smile is wide, almost as bright as the sun and Y/N can’t help but wish she could see it up front. She’s only ever saw him from afar, never up close and no matter how hard she denies it, she’d like to change that.

“Second question: Which of the gods tried to negotiate with Hades on his release of Persephone?”

“That’s easy. It was Hermes, Persephone’s and Apollo’s brother. The god of trade, thieves, travelers, sports, athletes, border crossings, a messenger to the gods and a guide to the underworld. He worked side by side with Hades in the underworld.” Y/N’s eyes flicker to the frat house, seeing a very smiling Ethan whispering something in Grayson’s ear.

Not weird at all.

“Fine. Third question: Who was Chaos? Better yet, Hecate?”

“Chaos was the origin of everything and the very first thing that ever existed. It was a primordial void, which everything was created from including the universe and the Greek gods. It is believed Chaos was a female, but of course, we can’t know that for sure. As for Hecate, she was a goddess of witchcraft, magic, crossroads, ghosts, and necromancy. Many deemed her dark, connecting her to Hades but I believe it’s why they’d never work. She wanted to awaken those he had welcomed into the underworld. If anything, Hermes would be a more suitable choice.” Y/N lets out a deep breath, hoping it was enough to satisfy the harpy before her who was hoping she’d fail. She was probably praying it happens.

Blair nods, humphs and pulls out the last category.

“Kappa Delta. First question: When was the sorority founded?” Blair’s voice is void of snark, but filled with a sense of giving up. She’s aware no self-respecting Kappa pledge would ever fail a Kappa Delta quiz.

“October 23rd, 1897.” Y/N is quick with her response, awaiting the second question Blair delivers right after.

“Sorority flower?”

“White rose.” Y/N smiles, knowing she’s already passed this round.

“Our words?”

“Ta Kala Diokomen - Let us strive for that which is honorable, beautiful and highest”, Y/N decided to prance, using the Latin and English for the words she knows by heart. “You passed. Congratulations.” Blair fakes a smile, getting one in return. The difference is, Y/N’s fake smile is much more believable.

Y/N finally exhaled, feeling the tension dissipate as Sara took off the shocker from her finger.

“Congratulations. A step closer to being a sorority sister.” Sara is genuine, her kind eyes showing interest in friendship with Y/N even now, before she knew her truly. A small part of Y/N was afraid of it, letting anyone in would mean she’d have to talk about all the heaviness her heart has grown accustomed to. She’d have to share the burden and she wasn’t sure anyone would like the same weight on their shoulders.

“Thanks. I - uh, gotta run to class. I suppose we will be tested some more after?” She assumed, correctly considering the excited nod Sara gave her. Sighing, Y/N smiles and says her goodbyes, turns on her heel and sets off.

Plugging her earphones, she prepares to blast some music when a hand on her shoulder startles her into a scream. Unlucky for the person behind her, Y/N’s elbow flies backwards on reflex, digging into the person’s stomach.

She turns around, meeting a bent over frat whose groans alert her.

“I AM SO SORRY!” Her voice cracks, going too high too fast.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have scared you like that.” He apologizes, looking up and slowly straightening up. No words leaving her mouth, Y/N stares up at the dashing man before her and her heart physically aches with his beauty.

“Consider us even.” Y/N smiles softly, allowing herself this small crime of looking into his eyes, falling in love with the swirling brown and the green ring encasing it. She wanted to see him up close, but she never thought he’d take the very breath from her lungs when she did.

He’s inhuman, godly even.

“I really like the outfit. Green. Kind of my favorite color.” He smirks at Y/N, observing her flushed cheeks with a sense of pride. He loved knowing the effect he had on her, making his job of making her fall for him a lot easier than he originally thought.

She looked down on her outfit, as if she forgot what she wore in the first place but also to hide her blush from the overly-confident frat.

“I’m Grayson, by the way.” Outstretching his hand, Grayson awaits her own to take it, letting his hand remain in mid air longer than he’d ever done so before. No girl let him wait, certainly not as long as he did now and most definitely never had he ever been rejected before. But there she is, not even shaking his hand and it bruised his ego, no matter how hard he tried to act unbothered as he let it fall to his side.

“I’m gonna be late for class.” Y/N excuses herself, forcing her legs to move away from the man she wanted to explore and not abandon. Her entire body, every cell, every molecule ached for him and she couldn’t even understand why. Not when she knew he would fuck up her entire life.

“I’ll walk with you.” Grayson follows after, deciding to let the previous incident be forgotten. He smiled widely at her, noticing her frown deepen, but it didn’t put a damper on his cheer or the light that seemed to surround him.

Ethan felt different. He was like twilight, a little darker, romantic and enticing, incredibly magnetic.

Grayson is more like breaking dawn, fresh and open, alight and angelic, promising and charming.

Both of them felt like adventure, a dream of sorts. Trouble most of all.

“Sure.” Y/N mumbles, facing forward.

“So, uh…You really know your mythology.” Grayson speaks up, half complimenting her, half prying. One of the basic information he needed is who she’s descended from. Higher the rank, stronger the magic in her blood is. Stronger the magic, lesser his chances of deceit. And he couldn’t fuck this up. Not when she’s the last one, his final chance to go back to a home he could barely remember now. It’s been so long since he last saw what he so craves for. Too long.

“I guess. I’ve always felt a want, a need to know more and Greek mythology kind of called to me.” She admits sheepishly, hoping he doesn’t find her nerdy and annoying. Once she started to talk, she’d never stop and that would be counterproductive when it’s a guy she likes.

Likes? Get it together, Y/L/N!

“What’s your favorite one? Which of the gods do you feel most connected to?” Grayson continues, pushing her for valuable information as a smile etches onto her face and he knows he’s got her in a better mood than before. He knows she’d open up. Most often than not, every of the descendants felt the connection to their bloodline, knowing their names even if they didn’t read up on the gods before. Every one of them mentioned Hermes and Apollo, the third name usually being the information he was looking for.

“Oddly enough…the same ones I was asked about today. Mostly Chaos and Hecate.” She bit her lip nervously, glancing at Grayson who stopped in his spot and his lips parted.

One part of his brain screamed about wanting to be the one to bite her lip himself, the other one screamed about the possibility of the last descendant being a direct heir of the most powerful titan Chaos who had created all the gods and goddesses since the beginning of time. And Hecate…she must have been her last living root to Mount Olympus.

“Are you alright?” Y/N stopped too, turning to Grayson completely with a worried twinkle in her eye, mirroring the worry etched in every line of her pretty face.

Grayson knew he couldn’t let her see him freaking out, not out in the open. Not yet. He couldn’t tell her the truth without his brother, not so early on. He owed Hermes a fair playing field after all they’ve been through together. If he told her now, she’d either consider him a loon or do the unthinkable - believe him.

“Yes, I just remembered I forgot a book back at the house. I’ll see you around, pretty girl.” Turning on the charm, Grayson winked at her only to get an annoyed eye roll in return.

“Bye.” She turned away from him, giving him one of his tiny waves over her shoulder, walking fast in the opposite direction.

The classes seemed to drag on and Y/N’s mood dropped with the weather. She could hear the thunder rolling in with the dark clouds. Very ominous indeed. The rain certainly didn’t help. She stood at the door, knowing stepping a foot forward would result in her immediate drenching as the rain turned into a storm, hail occasionally joining in.

“Fuck my life.” She muttered under her breath, rubbing her forehead in annoyance. Tired and hungry and now she has to walk back in the rain. Not her best day.

“Need some help?” An umbrella snaps open above her head, an arm circling around her until it rests on her shoulder. Looking up, she finds the other twin, the twilight had embraced her.

“I may or may not be trapped here, yes.” Y/N admits, pressing her lips together and peering up at a smirking Ethan.

“Very damsel in distress of you.” He points out, raising a brow before tugging her closer to him. The thunder roars as they step into the rain, walking quickly back to their houses in each other’s embrace. It’s the last thing she thought would happen today, but she couldn’t find it in herself to regret the close proximity and company she decided to keep.

Getting closer, Y/N halted with a gasp.

“What the actual fuck?!” She groaned, noticing the pledges in front of the house with no rain gear whatsoever.

“Think you’re being tested again.” Ethan whispers in her ear and she rolls her eyes at him just as she did at his brother earlier.

The testing process should last a week, so why is this my second test in a single day?

“No shit, Sherlock. I gotta go. Mind giving me a head start?” She pleads silently, hoping Ethan wouldn’t mind and with a reassuring smile and a nudge on his behalf, she runs out into the blasting rain and joins her future sisters in the muddy lawn in front of the Kappa sorority.

“Nice of you to join us.” Blair whistles, adjusting her umbrella as she remains on the stairs and away from the mud. She can tell Y/N’s already riled up, ecstatic about her drowned rat look.

“Test two: team work!” Blair exclaims, the rest of the sisters clapping in the background much to Y/N’s disapproval.

If this isn’t hazing…You can get a pneumonia out here.

“Split into two groups, grab an end of the rope in front of you and…Pull.” Blair’s wicked smile unnerves Y/N, but she can’t let her win. Not today.

“Wanna be on my team?” She turns to a kind offer, finding Alyssa - the girl she met in her bedroom on the other end of that voice.

“You’re a pledge?” Y/N raises an eyebrow, genuinely surprised for she believed Alyssa is already a sister and she didn’t even see her in the morning tests.

“Nah. Just gotta join in as a punishment for saying hi to one of the KDRs.” Alyssa’s eye roll and clear disgruntled opinion of the whole thing makes Y/N chuckle, nodding.

“Then, I’m all in.”

She grabs onto the rope, stepping up to be the first in the line. Making a loop around her hand with the rope, she sets a foot forward to prepare for the tug. She takes in a deep breath and pulls hard, with all she’s got. To her surprise, so does the rest of her group, ending in a very short, one tug sort of a victory as the other group falls face forward into the mud and screams.

“Oh my God.” Y/N chuckles, covering her mouth as she looks to the poor pledges that ended up covered in dirt and what not.

“High five champ!” Alyssa offers a hand which Y/N gladly grabs, fist bumping right after their high five.

“Those of you who carry mud for a face can leave. The rest will face their final challenge tonight. 8 PM at the bottom of the stairs. Don’t be late.” Blair looks to Y/N with the last warning, but for once, Y/N shrugs it off. Finding herself in a group hug, she lets herself feel the rain on her skin and the warmth of her sister pledges. She laughs loudly and without a filter, genuinely enjoying the moment as it is - messy, unexpected and certainly needed.

She can feel the look of probably every frat in the house, knowing they’re losing their minds over a group of girls in wet, tight, probably even see-through clothes hugging it out and dancing like lunatics on the front lawn. But she didn’t care.

For the first time in years, Y/N felt happy and at peace.

Washing the mud off her and getting dry clothes, Y/N put on a warm jumper and leggings with bunny slippers before going down the stairs…and just in time.

“Third test is the test of honor. If you pass this test, you will be welcomed into our sorority as a Kappa sister. But the test of honor is one many fail.” Blair smirks, glancing at Y/N with a devilish glint in her eyes. She definitely had it out for her, no doubt about it any longer which only made Y/N’s resolution stronger.

Clapping her palms together, a bell rung and the front door opened.

Every girl’s eyes widened, some of them salivating at the sight. Y/N on the other hand nearly had a heart attack once she spotted them both.

Ethan and Grayson, along with the rest of their frat, stood in nothing but their underwear - all of them flexing an incredibly good physique. Every muscle is defined, well rounded, strong and crawling with veins just under the surface. Most of them still wet from the rain only gave way for imagination and none of the thoughts were pure in the moment.

Blair cleared her throat, snapping her fingers for attention.

It didn’t work on Ethan or Grayson as they both set their sights on Y/N, eyeing her with their handsome smirks in place. Y/N? She just focused on her breathing and the tingling sensation in all the right places after what her eyes just witnessed.

“Each of you get a single frat to paint their bodies. Do that without hooking up and you’ll pass.” Blair states, turning her head to Y/N. “Except for you. You get two - twins come in a package deal.” Her eyes flickered between Y/N and the twins, making sure she knew what she’s in for.

Oh, shit…

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obvidalous · 7 years ago

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Chapters: 1/?

Part 2 of the Let’s push things forward series

Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda

Relationships: Female Ryder | Sara/Reyes Vidal

Characters: Female Ryder | Sara Reyes Vidal, Kian Dagher, Keema Dohrgun, Gil Brodie, Cora Harper, Liam Kosta

Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Some Plot, Established Relationship, Break Up, Explicit Language, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Drinking Summary: This part focuses on their relationship after the victory on Meridian. Can the Pathfinder and the Charlatan find a way to be together? Can it be love, if there’s no trust?

“Damn it, Sara! What the hell’s going on with you?”

Every woken eye in Tartarus looks upstairs, from where shouts and sounds of thrown objects collapsing on the wall come suddenly, breaking the sleepy silence of the bar in those early hours of the morning.

Last weeks were particularly hectic, the Collective having secured yet another part of Kadara and freed it from the last remaining kett on the planet. The party that followed that accomplishment, the night before, was made to be memorable, and sleeping drinkers are still lying everywhere on the ground, tables and couches, trying to recover from a terrible hangover.

Kian, the owner, wakes up immediately and worryingly heads toward the stairs, unsure how to react. He’s still pretty drunk from last night, but he clearly remembers the Pathfinder and Reyes disappearing in the smuggler’s private room before the end of the party, as usual, tightly hugging and kissing like the crazy drunken and in love fools they were. Everything seemed perfectly fine, then.

#writing #fanfic #my fic #mass effect andromeda #me:a #sara ryder #reyes vidal #reyder #f!reyder

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pathfindersemail · 8 years ago

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Pregnant - Chapter 1

Summary: Marriage. Babies. Happily ever after. That’s how it went, right? Maybe for some. But for Sarianna, some of that happiness was left behind. A small piece of it was still with him, and nothing - not even her own wedding and baby on the way - would stop her from seeing him gain.

Pairing: Sara/Sarianna Ryder x Reyes Chapter rating: T for teens (mild language and heavy concepts) Warnings: future NSFW; angst; running away; cheating; heartbreak; rekindling past relationship.

*Ate = tagalog word for older sister; pronounced Ah-teh

There was no mistaking the seemingly harmless plus sign blinking on the stick. Sara was pregnant. There, at the bottom of her sink, the stick kept on blinking what should be nothing more than a sick, practical joke. Yet nobody popped from the compact storage closet next to her in impish glee. Neither did a soul peep from the bathroom door to yell, “Surprise! We fooled you!” She leaned over the counter, head sunk low into her shoulders, in dejected shock and wholly unable to even face the tired woman standing before her in the mirror. Besides, the almost clinical pallor of the bathroom light had a nauseating effect, like a tightness in her throat threatening to spew at any given moment.

Three well-meaning knocks thudded from outside the door. “Hon, you okay?” Loving fiancee and partner of three years, prim and proper Geoffrey was no doubt awaiting his turn. They had a busy day, after all, and dealing with an unplanned bastard in the making was not on the itinerary.

“Yes! Everything’s fine!” she yelled. Sara grappled with the unholy stick as it bounced around the sink in her inept rush. Shit. Her hand finally won, and it wasn’t long before she disposed of it with an unseemly contempt into the small, almost aesthetically pleasing roundness of their wastebin. She made sure to plop a few sheets of toilet paper over it for good measure. “You can come in!” The door slid open the moment the faucet hissed with a pressurized stream of running water. Sara diligently made as if she had been washing her hands.

A rather sleepy Geoffrey, his normally coiffed hair tousled in bedridden weariness, stepped into the light with a rather unflattering and squinty expression. Yawning, he inched behind Sara and placed a rather doting kiss on the back of her neck as he reached for his tooth brush. His other hand found its way to her waist in a rather backwards embrace. “Good morning to the most beautiful woman in Heleus.” The superlative was followed by a languid smile, somewhat short and saccharine for an otherwise mundane ritual before cleaning one’s teeth.

“Just Heleus?” she teased with a suspecting eyebrow. They both laughed, Geoffrey knowing in his heart that she was the most beautiful even outside Heleus (the entire universe, for that matter); and Sara not knowing why and how to juggle about the daily antics of domestic life while silently panicking at the news she scarcely had time to process. Her thoughts raced to the still blinking stick hiding under a heap in their wastebin. “What are you gonna wear?” She wiped her hands dry with the lush cotton hand towels dangling from from a sleek platinum ring next to the mirror.

Geoffrey looked at her from the mirror, toothbrush jammed into his mouth in a sidelined battle against germs and plaque. “I was thinking that suit Tann had tailored for me. Authentic cotton grown from Podromos.” Sara would’ve judged that he was grinning too widely given the occasion, but she couldn’t fault him for it, especially when he could have been just as easily widening his mouth for the necessary work of moving his toothbrush from one side to the other.

“Fancy,” she said in a low whistle. In truth, Sara hated anything that screamed so… luxuriously. To some, ten years wasn’t a very long time. Many, the ex-Pathfinder included, still remember the harsh pangs of hunger, the measly parcels of rationed food and water, and the overall hopelessness of a people resigned to the little that life dealt them. The choice of touting a retrofitted outfit made of the finest and rarest of fabrics would’ve added insult to a still healing injury.

But looking at Geoffrey, at his rather well kept shadow of a beard (the facial hair style of the month, apparently), his chiseled nose, and defined jaws, Sara realized that not all remembered the same, especially when, like her fiancee, some had the fortune to be dreaming rather peacefully in that hour of need. Geoffrey never knew need. He knew nothing but expenditure, and their rather sleek life in a prime real estate apartment on Meridian was proof of it.

“Listen, I’m going to run some errands. We have a couple of hours anyway.” She hovered next to the door as if waiting for that sure sign of approval.

Geoffrey gargled and spat into the sink. He splashed water onto his face and let the ivory foam meld in a swirl in the running water. “Just be back in time. You know how I hate being late.” He ended his concern with a rather indifferent shrug. A mere reminder is all one needed in life, after all.

Sara laughed. “Sure thing.” Her foot was almost out the door.

“Hey!”

Her foot paused mid-air as she hung by the thread of his words.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” His head bobbed to the side. On the counter, tucked away on that marbled corner, glimmered a golden band with nothing save a sparking diamond for decoration.

His trophy wife-to-be grinned in sheepish bemusement. “You’re right.” Without skipping a beat, Sara swiped a hand at the counter and grabbed her engagement ring. She slipped it on, lithe finger in full view as Geoffrey watched from the mirror. And when he garnished the moment with his own satisfied smile, Sara planted a delicate, dutiful kiss on his stubbly cheek. “I”ll see you later.”

She barely heard him shout “Love you!” as she spirited away from the door.

The almost harsh ringing, incessant as it was as it screeched through her omnitool was filling Sara with dread. C’mon Scott… The line continued, yet no answer gave her a reprieve from the monotonous beeping of a call that was yet to be answered. It took only a few clicks, and she was once more redirected to his voice mail. “Hey, Scott Ryder here. Busy at the moment, but hit me up by the *BEEEEP*.” Sara hung up before the call could record any further.

Shit. Dread was coiling in tight, stifling knots in her stomach. And it was just her luck that her normally available twin brother was somehow unreachable at that very moment.

Vetra? No, she’d be in the Remav right now still rooting out derelict mines.

Liam? Cora? But both would be gone with Scott as part of the new and rebranded Pathfinder team, seeking out more exploits in neighboring clusters. A bitter note seemed to ring just saying it out loud. New. Pathfinder team. Many didn’t think of Scott filling in for Sara as some kind of affront, but in a way, she did. Complications with cerebral lesions be damned, she didn’t want to have to be replaced - least of all by a brother who somehow came out less damaged than she.

The list moved on. Jaal maintained work with the Resistance as one of its three generals. Though in truth, she suspected he’d be the most pleased with news of her untimely conception. Suvi, on the other hand, was much too far on the Nexus and no doubt stressed enough as it was with her new pet project - classified, unfortunately (one of the many channels Sara was no longer privy too). There was Gil, who parented as best he could from Podromos, and Kallo was on the Nexus training more pilots now that Scott had paved the way. Peebee too, last she checked, was lost in some vault with an archeology team. The asari would be more amused than panicked, Sara thought. And Peebee was always more prone to pithy banter than any real, solid advice.

Drack? Surprisingly enough, he would have made a good shoulder to lean on. But his grave was much too far, and the dead could hardly impart their wisdom to the living. There was always Lexi and Dr. Carlyle, but having been immensely happy and proud for her when news of her engagement with Geoff spread, she doubt she’d find likely allies in the two, well-meaning doctors.

Suddenly she found herself missing SAM - the AI implant once inextricably woven into the very tissue of her nerves. But he too left her for better, brighter things, as everyone eventually did.

Her hands stayed quietly on her lap through it all. Sitting as she did in the atrium, pleasantly blending in with the very inanity of the bench and happy folk crowding around on such a beautiful and busy day, Sara found it rather difficult, actually, not to fidget. A trembling of her lip seemed to hint as much. That, and a well suppressed tear building up in the corner of her eye.

A ping notified her of a sudden change. Sara hurriedly fiddled for her omnitool, hoping Scott at least tried to call her back.

An email.

To: Sara From: Geoffrey Richards Commemoration is in an hour. Where are you?

Sara didn’t really read the email - sparse as it was. All she needed to see was the question mark demanding of her something she didn’t really want to give. She shut it off before any sort of argument could sway her.

More and more civilians seemed to crowd out as high noon signalled the morning’s passing into lunch. Laughter now echoed in the main hall, and the Hyperion was abuzz with newfound life. How quickly time went by, forgetting the formative seconds that built up to it.

Be somewhere else. Anywhere but here.

Another ping.

A call.

“Hello?”

“Sara?” Scott’s concern was more audible than her name. Static pervaded their channel, and even the pauses had a brush of white noise. “Sara, what’s going on? You called me like five times!”

The initial trembling soon devolved into fingers winding and curling tightly in a ball. A scrunched fist on her lap. Sara sucked in and bit her lip. She tilted her chin upward up so as to keep withheld tears from falling as she emphatically nodded her head.

“Hello? Sara?” The line was threatening to cut.

She inhaled a sharp breath, finally relenting with the allowance of a single tear to drop from large, unbelieving eyes. “It’s so good to hear from you little brother.” She sniffled through the words, a mistake she didn’t really want to make.

“Sara are you-... are you crying?!”

“What?! No!” She wiped her eyes and sniffed again. Around her, intermittent eyes from the amorphous crowd of people began to notice too. The jury was out. She was indeed crying.

“What’s wrong? Tell me!”

The urgency was slightly intimidating, if Sara had to be honest. She remembered a time when Scott wasn’t always in such a rush, and when he would gently call to her in their hour of need. “Is there something wrong with wanting to talk to my baby brother?”

A radio silence told her he didn’t really buy it.

“Did Tann yell at you?”

“What?! No-”

“Do you owe money?”

“Of course not! I-”

“Is it Geoff? Did you two fight?”

It was so typical of Scott to never listen. Not a word. But still he was always the one who could come closest to understanding a little of what had been plaguing his sister through all these years. “Scott, listen to me,” she commanded. A more stern voice suddenly took over. “I just… I just wanted to ask how you were doing.”

Another pregnant pause followed. This time, she could hear him breathe with a nervous, almost quickened rhythm, even through the static of their omnitools. No doubt he was processing things; trying his best to maybe figure his elusive sister out. “I’m fine.”

“Good!” She almost laughed at how feigned her excitement was. “Where are you now?”

“We’re actually back in Heleus. Kadara, to be specific, and- … Hey, Sara, listen. If something happened, you’d tell me right?” Scott was pleading this time. Impatience could never stop him from worrying.

Again, Sara laughed off his concerns. “Scott, I’m your Ate. Listen to your Ate.” Her knuckles wiped at the watery beads pooling in the corner of her eyes. “I’m telling you. I’m fine,” she declared, smiling as if to an unconvinced audience. “Now, tell me. What brought you to Kadara?” There was an eagerness to her question that she didn’t quite expect. It was puzzling, to say the least.

“Well…” Scott hesitated as he let out a sigh. His exasperation was more than pronounced in it. “We needed something. It was for a mission, actually.”

“Oh?”

“I-... I really can’t tell you about it.”

Sara felt her heart crumble a little; like a withered flower quivering from the pressure of an unwitting yet nevertheless callous thumb. “I see.”

“I’m sorry, Sara.” But Scott was never one for protocol - least of it all when it came to his dear sister. “But you know, we came to Kadara, because we needed something a little special for it. It’s classified, and all that bullshit. But if you want…” He paused to listen in for her withheld breath. “Why don’t you come over? Let’s hang out. I have five days of shore leave, and I’m sure the crew would love to see you. SAM included. I just figured you’d be busy with wedding stuff, and all. I didn’t want to bother you.” A string of excuses erupted from his end of the line, which did not at all reach Sara. There was something latent in his reasons. It was palpable from the nervous ticks of his inflection, but neither of them were going to push it.

Her hand fell gently on her stomach. Somehow, sitting where she was in an almost Edenic slice of Meridian, the world itself was beginning to feel small. Something of a rush overtook her. The offer was a surprise, to be sure, but it came with the prospect of a tantalizing freefall - that sort of thing pregnant women like her shouldn’t partake in.

“I’d love to.”

Five years ago.

“I heard the news. Are you alright?”

She ran an agitated hand through the knotted curls of her hair. The purple dye was running thin. Anemically pale.

“Sara.”

“As fine as I can be.”

He sat by her side. The bed always sank when he put his weight in it.

“I’m fine. I promise.”

He held her by her ear. The line of her jaw was soft in his palm. “You’re a bad liar.”

“And what does that make you?”

He laughed, at a loss for the unexpected snark. But there was something more important to discuss. “Stay with me.”

“Reyes…”

“You have everything you need here. A home, Dr. Nakomoto, your turian friend-”

“There’s nothing for me here. I… I’d just get in your way.”

He had no argument for that.

“You can come with me.” This wasn’t the first time she made that offer.

“And the Collective? I need to be here.”

The same circular reasoning. Sara opted for the other debate at hand.

“It would look bad for the ex-Pathfinder to shack up with a smuggler. And, who knows what that might mean for you.” The word ‘you’ always took on different meanings when speaking with him.

He scoffed. “Who cares about that?”

“I do.”

“And that’s it?”

“That’s it.”

He left the bed shortly thereafter.

#fanfic #Sarianna Ryder #Reyes Vidal #Reyder #Reyes x fRyder #pregnancy pic because why the fuck not publish an angsty one on mother's day

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