#tiran x evfra x ryder

[elenachatnoir]

Tiran Kandros, Evfra de Tershaav and Cerise Ryder for @seigephoenix​, the gift I made as secret santa for the Mass Effect Writer Circle gift exchange ♥ It was so much fun, I eagerly await for the next one! ♥♥♥

Go check her story on AO3 about this OT3 ♥ https://archiveofourown.org/works/12262194

[bluerose5]

What a great day to remember that Evfra de Tershaav is the best romance in all of Andromeda...

[dr-ladybird]

Odd pairings involving Evfra

So. A lot of people want to pair up Evfra with someone younger, more idealistic and less burnt out. Not a bad idea, but personally Sara wouldn't be my first choice - I'd think she'd be a bit too young for his tastes and come across as too naive and irritating, and it takes him most of the game to even start trusting her. 

How about Jaal? He's right there, he's done a damn good job staying kind and optimistic despite all the crap life's dropped on him - you can't possibly accuse him of being naive! - and Evfra already trusts and respects him. 

Or if you want an intergalactic alien, what about Tiran Kandros? Still younger and a lot less burnt out, but significantly older, better at looking competent and dignified, and more experienced than Sara, and he canonically works closely with Evfra and they seem to get along well. Of course he's kind of an OC, but so's Sara. 

Thoughts?

[seigephoenix]

The awesome and amazing @salmonportfolio did this picture of my OT3! I am in love with how it turned out! I can't recommend salmon enough! You can check out their story in my fic: Two Shades of Blue (on a temp hiatus). It's rated Explicit for a very good reason. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12262194

[fromathelastoveritaserum]

PK_Chu’s Fanfiction Masterlist

✨ A quick list of my current fanfictions ✨ ٩(⁎❛ヮ❛⁎)۶ 

[WHEN JOY RETURNED]  AO3 (HERE) Far Cry 5 story involving original Deputy and the Seeds with a childhood twist ~ Story Summary: Born and raised in Hope County, Joy Owens never thought she would return. When she was young, her family moved to the big city, cutting off all ties, and never looking back. ‘It was because of that Seed family,’ the rumor mill whispered. But, that was a long time ago…a time Joy has trouble recalling and has simply let be. Now, she has finally achieved the role of Junior Deputy in the city where the large white signs on the hills spell out ‘Hollywood.’ But, when a U.S. Marshal suddenly arrives at the station to drag her back to Hope County, Joy has no choice but to confront the past. Back to the wilds of Montana, where old wounds had been left to fester, heartache had never healed, and memories once cherished lay forgotten. Joy will soon remember the Seed family; and as she does something reawakens deep within her, a darkness, the reason she had to leave. Can the secrets that lay hidden in her memories save the Seed Family from themselves or will it tear Joy apart, bringing the Resistance crashing down with her? 

[MY BELOVED PROFESSOR]  AO3 (HERE) or Fanfiction.net (HERE) Fire Emblem Three Houses fanfic involving Dimitri x Byleth  ~ Story Summary:  Byleth was never one for emotions; even in the heat of battle her heart is still and her face is stoic like a mask. So, no one could fault Dimitri for his uncertainty when Byleth is offered a position as a professor. But, once he sees her smile, Dimitri's fate is sealed. Fate that would lead him to one day call the Ashen Demon, his beloved. (Spoilers! Currently on Ashen Wolves DLC - More Papa Jeralt and Sassy Sothis too!)

[IN SICKNESS & IN HEALTH]  AO3 (HERE) or Fanfiction.net (HERE) Mass Effect Andromeda fancifc involving Sara Ryder and Evfra de Tershaav. ~ Story Summary: Evfra de Tershaav, the venerate Resistance leader, is stricken with the Angaran flu. Forced to stay at home under quarantine, Evfra would have been taken care of by family and close friends. Without either, he suffers alone, until Sara Ryder, Pathfinder extraordinaire, shows up at his doorstep as his self proclaimed caretaker. Soon long forgotten feelings begin to stir awake for this free spirited little human. // Evfra has accepted the fact that he is smitten for an alien, and not just any alien, but Sara Ryder the Human Pathfinder and leader of her people. However, having been so long out of the dating scene his wooing skills are practically non-existent, and what is worse, he isn’t the only angaran who has set sights on Ryder. Meanwhile, Sara is completely oblivious as to what certain angarans are vying for. The Pathfinder finds herself stumbling through the intricate art of angaran courtship, realizing that only one ever grouchy angaran had her heart all along.

[FALLING FOR YOU]  AO3 (HERE) Mass Effect Andromeda fanfic involving Tiran Kandros and Sara Ryder ~ Story Summary:  A collection of drabbles celebrating the developing relationship between Kandros and Ryder, for which we were bereft of in the game. Adding my own twist and fun side plots. Slightly loose in the timeline sequence in the game 

[OF TACTICS AND KNIGHTHOOD]  AO3 (HERE) or Fanfiction.net (HERE) Fire Emblem Awakening fanfic involving Frederick and Robin with a Pride and Prejudice twist ~ Story Summary: Frederick had no idea he would later be eating his own words and chasing the heart of the very tactician whom he had been ever wary of. Yet Robin, overhearing the slight from Frederick at the Ylisse Harvest Ball, will not be won over so easily. It doesn’t help that the two so easily rile the other up.A Fire Emblem Awakening slight AU with a strong hint of Pride and Prejudice. For if you squint your eyes and tilt your head, one might get away with Fredrick as Mr. Darcy, Chrom as Mr. Bingly, and Robin as Miss Elizabeth Bennett. This idea struck me and Naga help me, I’m running with it!

[THE HERALD’S COMMANDER]  AO3 (HERE) or Fanfiction.net (HERE) Dragon Age Inquisition fanfic involving Cullen and Inquisitor Trevelyan with a twist ~Story Summary: Go to the Chantry conclave they said, it will be fun they said. Oh, how wrong they were! Now, Evelyn Trevelyan finds herself in the thick of the Inquisition with a bizarre glowing mark upon her hand, and hailed as the Herald of Andraste. Follow along as the novice fighter, and ‘menace on two legs’ as Cassandra calls her, tries to patch back up the hole in the sky along with the oddest rag-tag group of companions in all of Thedas. And to make matters more interesting, Evelyn is dealing with conflicting emotions and awkward encounters with Cullen; for his first love, the mage, was Evelyn’s sister…

[THE DRUNKEN TEXT] AO3 (HERE) or Fanfiction.net (HERE) ~ Story Summary: On a drunken dare prompted by a hiccuping Sylvain, a rosy cheeked Dimitri texts his old college professor, asking her out for a cup of coffee. Before he returns to his senses, and recovers from his hangover, the young man is plunged into a series of events as he reconnects with Professor Byleth Eisner.

Dimitri realizes he never stopped loving her...Byleth finally learns how to express her love to him.

...will Sylvain get any credit in the end?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[writingismyhappytime]

There is no Ryder without Jaal Ama Darav: Part 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

This has been edited by @allieasweets, she did a lovely job! 

They could see Meridian.

Kind of.

Currently the floating black sphere was surrounded by a massive fleet of Kett ships.

Honestly it terrified Sara to look at them. All those things wanted to kill her and the people she cared for.

She saw a Resistance ship fly by the Tempest. It reminded her she had her own fleet.

Resistance, remnant, exiles and Initiative ships surrounded the Tempest. Both sides seemed equal in numbers, as the stared each other down.

Without warning, the Archon himself appeared on the view screen in front of Sara. “You continue to defy your limitations. Impressive.”

Sara caught a glimpse of Scott. Physically he looked unharmed, but his eyes were wide, filled with panic. “Are you okay?” She asked, ignoring the Archon completely.

“I’m fine, but be careful he’s fucking crazy! He’s saying if we don’t submit he’ll use Meridian to kill everyone.” Scott yelled, struggling against invisible bonds. “That’s why he took me and SAM.”

The Archon looked over his shoulder at Scott. “You say that as if I should feel guilty. Exaltation is a gift. Those who don't see that deserve to die.” He returned his gaze to Sara. “You may still command the Remnant, but that began with your SAM and the implant and now I have both. But since you insist on interfering Pathfinder, I'll give you my full attention.”

“Why not just come out and fight me? I bet I can take you on, you snubbed nose prick.” Sara took a step forward, challenging the Archon but he cut the communication without responding.

Kett ships began to fly toward them, firing as soon as they were in range. The Remnant returned fire but it wasn’t enough. The Remnant were fast enough to dodge the strikes but the Initiative species and Angara were being shot to pieces.

“That's more than we thought!” Suvi exclaimed.

“We’ve got this!” Sara barked back.

But she could see the ships being blown to pieces. Hear the terrified screams of pilots as they took their last breaths, praying to whatever Gods they believed in.

Various pilots could be heard across the comms.

“They're closing on all sides!”

“We need cover. Hug the Remnant.”

“Rock in a hard place! Ryder? Ryder!”

Sara slammed her fist on the controls. She couldn’t lose anymore people!

Think Ryder, think! She looked down at her hand, a light bouncing off her father’s N7 glove and into her face. What would her father do?

She looked out at the warscape ahead of her. Tendrils of scourge snaked and weaved its way across the battlefield, chasing the remnant ships with fervent determination.

That’s it! If the Remnant was able to move the scourge to get to Meridian, why couldn't she manipulate the scourge to surround the Kett?

“Kallo, how close can you edge the scourge?”

“Too close?” His voice squeaked in surprise as he looked up at her. “Why?”

“Bring us in tight so we can group the Remnant.” Sara smirked. “We’re going to use one massive galactic nightmare against the other.”

Sara closed her eyes as they flew close to the scourge. She commanded the Remnant ships to surround the Tempest, getting them as close as she could. She didn't have to open her eyes to know the scourge was following them now; it’s presence feeling like a weighted rope tied much too tightly around her core. Tugging on her. Making her feel heavy.

What a sight they must have been to the Archon! A ragtag volunteer army able to command such a powerful weapon that eluded him for so long. His obsession now attacking his forces with deadly force.

Kallo’s laughter made Sara open her eyes. “Yes!”

“Never been so glad to see that stuff!” A pilot yelled over the intercom.

“Get to the Hyperion!” Sara commanded the ships around her before turning her attention to the asshole that had popped back up on her screen. “Yo, dick head. This cluster fuck is your fault. I’m going to knock you down and cut you limb to limb.”

He snarled at her. “You wish to force my hand. So be it.” Sara watched as he turned to Scott raising his hand at him. A little robot flew over and began scanning Scott who gasped in pain. “Unlike you and the Pathfinder, I do not require an implant. I have yours. You’ve made this much more difficult Pathfinder,” Scott let out a scream, “but not for me.”

Abruptly, a hole in Meridian’s black exterior formed, a bright magnificent light emanating  out as the Archon’s ship disappeared into it.

Sara followed suit.

“What the--?” Sara trailed off, captivated as the Tempest came through the clouds of Meridian. It was a beautiful planet. Almost reminiscent of Earth, except for the alien architecture. And the Kett.

Oh, and they were now falling to the ground.

“Kallo!”

“Sorry. Gravity's inverted.” Kallo made the appropriate adjustments.

“Can’t see the Hyperion,” Suvi said as she typed away at the console in front of her. “Extrapolating from last known position.”

“It wasn't built for landing. We’ll beat it down.” Kallo mumbled. “Like it or not.”

“Wherever the Archon goes to ground, that’s where we're headed.” Sara ordered, walking off the bridge to the lower level where her ground team, Drack and Jaal, were in the Nomad waiting.

“Time to kill some Kett.” Drack patted a hand on her shoulder once she was behind the wheel.

Jaal placed a hand on her leg giving it a loving squeeze. “Stay strong, darling one.”

Looking between the two, Sara patted Drack’s hand with her left and squeezed Jaal’s hand with her other. “Be careful, both of you.”

Gil’s voice came over the intercom, breaking the sentimental moment. “Hot drop in five, four, three…Good luck Pathfinder.”

The bay door flew open and Sara stepped on the gas shooting them out of the Tempest and into the open air.

“Brace yourselves.” She growled as they hit the ground with enough force to give a proper concussion if they hadn't been strapped in.

Bringing the Nomad to a halt, Sara opened the door and peered up at the sky. “Fuck.”

Right above them was the Hyperion floating effortlessly across the sky. The sight was breathtakingly beautiful-- if only for a moment.

The Archon’s voice cut through the comms.

“Pathfinder. I’ve arranged a ‘distraction’ while I find Meridian’s controls.”

“I’m going to head butt him!” Sara growled as she jumped back in the Nomad and raced toward the Archon’s ship.

Drack laughed heartily. “Are you sure you’re not part Krogan, kid?”

Before Sara could reply, a distressed Suvi came over the comms. “Pathfinder, it’s nav-dead. That’s why we lost it. Looks like maneuvering thrusters only.”

“The Archon’s betting we won’t chase him with the ark at risk!” As much as Sara wanted to save the ark, she knew, logically, that it was smarter to chase the Archon and take him out first.

She sent a small prayer up to whoever was listening to keep the ark safe.

“We’ll guard the Hyperion.”

“Kandros!” Sara exclaimed, having never been happier to hear his voice. “Is anyone else with you?”

“The whole damn cavalry.” Reyes Vidal’s sultry voice floated over the comm. “You know I can’t resist a party.”

“We hold the Kett, you secure Meridian!” Evfra growled. “Stay safe, Olaon.”

Sara glanced at Jaal. “What does that mean?”

Jaal smiled at her. “Olaon mean younger sibling. He is calling you his family, Sara.”

Sara’s heart fluttered. “Stay strong, brother.” She shot back, driving off another cliff and smacking the ground hard.

The ships of her allies flew above her. Most headed for the Hyperion but a few ships, along with some smaller Remnant vessels, stayed close to the Nomad, shooting down any Kett ships that came close.

Even with the gas pedal pressed down completely, it didn’t feel fast enough. The combination of adrenaline in her system mixed with the electricity emanating her bun in the oven caused her left leg to bounce in an attempt to dispel the energy.

She needed to be out there.

“Pathfinder?! He’s taken them.” Captain Dunn frantic voice flooded the intercom.

“Captain Dunn? Are you okay?”

The Captain ignored her question. “The core is lit up like Christmas, but SAM isn’t talking. I think the Archon...shit, I don't know what he did. But he has Scott. Whatever Meridian can do...he will try to take it.”

“We’re not letting him!” Sara yelled as they drove under a thick layer of trees, losing sight of the sky and the Hyperion.

“Hard starboard! All power!” commanded Dunn to her crew.

“I don’t like the sound of that, Ryder.” Jaal leaned forward in his seat, trying to spot the Hyperion through the thick brush.

“Do everything you can!” Sara ordered Dunn.

As they reached a clearing, Sara’s mouth hung open in astonishment. “That’s...not the Hyperion.”

A Kett ship, larger than the Hyperion, hovered in the sky, casting a dark shadow over the Nomad.

Kandros came over the comms. “Kett are deploying to defend the Archon! Get in close!”

“Right! Get in there!” Drack huffed. Sara could tell he was as anxious, if not more so, as she was to be out of this vehicle and smashing Kett.

“He’s right!” Kallo yelled. “Mixed with the ground troops, the big ship can’t fire on you.”

“Unless they sacrifice their troops.” Jaal countered.

“Hopefully they won't.” Sara pressed the boosters on the Nomad as the drove up and over a cliff, sending them flying over the edge at top speed. They were going so fast, they barely dodged falling wreckage from destroyed Kett ships.

“Debris incoming.” Gasped Kallo.

Reyes chuckled. “Sorry for the mess!”

“At least try to hit the Kett with it!” Sara yelled, dodging more debris. “If I get stabbed with falling metal, I swear to the gods I'll haunt you Reyes.”

Reyes just scoffed.

“Structures ahead Pathfinder.” Suvi spoke over Reyes. “And major energy signals. I’m no SAM, but that’s got to be some kind of control.”

“Try to narrow the location down.”

“Yes, Pathfinder.”

They approached yet another small incline. As Sara activated the boosters, the lights inside the Nomad began to flicker and falter. Momentum took the vehicle over the edge before it slowed to a stop.

“Seriously?! They had to mess with my baby!” Sara kicked the door open and brought her flying remnant VI, Tiger out.

“Jaal stay right, Drack left. Tiger stay above and defend.”

“We fight them face to face now.” Jaal growled pulling out his modified Kett weapon.

Drack followed suit pulling out his Ruzad Shotgun. “The Archon isn’t getting Meridian. ‘Nuff said.”

“Well boys,” Sara pulled out her sniper. “Time to hunt some Kett.”

Quickly, the team made their way uphill where they spotted Kett defending a building against Initiative and Resistance forces trying to plowing through them.

“The Archon must already be inside.” Jaal exclaimed as he began shooting.

Sara shot a hole in the head of a Kett Chosen before he got a chance to stab a Resistance fighter. “He’ll use Scott to make Meridian a weapon! We can’t let that happen.”

No matter the cost. Sara said to herself.

They made their way up the hill, dodging and killing every Kett they came across. Sara could feel the electricity building again in waves. She had to get rid of it. Glancing around, she observed an asari using biotics to throw a kett against a rock till he was bloody.

Why not give it a try?

Throwing her hand out, like she had seen her biotic brother do so many times, Sara concentrated on a Kett with its back to her. She could feel the electricity in her hand intensify but nothing was happened.

“Arg!” she growled, preparing herself for another go when she was slammed up against a wall, causing her to drop her sniper.

A Kett Chosen wrapped his hands around her throat. “The Archon will praise me when he finds out I’ve ended the Pathfinder’s life!”

“Fuck you.” She gasped, grabbing his face with her electrically charged hand.

The Kett threw his head back, body convulsing from the electric shock. His hold on her neck lessened. Sara increased the charge, causing the Chosen to drop to his knees in agony.

“I’m. So. Sick ,” Sara shouted, emphasizing every word with a kick to the face. “Of you fuckin’ Kett and your higher then thou bull shit! I am going to end your precious Archon-- then whoever the fuck is above him ‘till you’re just a bad memory.”

The Kett was long dead but Sara couldn’t stop. She was seeing red. Every hateful thought, every bad memory she ever experienced was being poured into this.

These Kett creatures wanted to hurt her. Hurt her child . Her family . They deserved far worse than what they were getting.

A hand touched her shoulder and Sara spun around to attack.

“Hold up there, kid.” Drack extended his hand to her. “Kill them, but don't waste all your energy on this weakling. Save it for the Archon.”

Sara reluctantly nodded and took Drack’s hand. He escorted her to her lover who reached down and handed her sniper back. Jaal pressed a soft kiss to the hand she used to electrocute the Kett.

“Be careful.” He ordered before trudging forward. “I will not lose you.”

After reloading her gun, the trio ran up the remainder of the hill to the structure. They were almost at the opening of the building when a kett drop ship crossed above them. “Take positions!”

“More reinforcements on site, Pathfinder!” Kandros informed them.

Evfra added. “The resistance is with you, Olaon.”

“Always up for the adventure. Or whatever this is.” Reyes chimed in.

Sara couldn’t stop the smile forming across her face as friendly shuttles came to her aid, dropping more people to help her. “I’m buying you guys drinks later!”

With the added help, the team were able to cut a path through the drop ship right to the opening of Meridian’s controls. The excitement was short lived, however, as Suvi’s voice came over the comms.

“Watch out Pathfinder. That big Kett ship is coming back around.”

Looking up, Sara froze as she saw the enormous Kett ship above them. They would be fighting all day if the ship dropped soldiers down now. There would be no time to stop Archon.

Drack gave Sara a shove forward. “Don’t think, just move.”

Nodding, Sara ran toward the entrance, only to be stopped by a much smaller Kett drop ship.

“Have I mentioned how much I hate them?” Sara mumbled, jumping behind a shield beside Jaal.

“I too, hate them very much.” Jaal peeked up from his position, firing at the Kett forces.

Sara readied her weapon to join his attack when she felt it. A sharp, stabbing pain in her abdomen. She hissed in a breath, the pain too strong to ignore.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Sara gasped through gritted teeth, her hand finding it’s way to her stomach. The bioelectricity coming from her core was disjointed-- a far cry from the waves of energy that had flowed over her in the Nomad.

“Sara!” Jaal kneeled beside her, staring at her stomach with worry..

“Jaal, we can't stop.” Taking a deep breath, Sara stood shakily and began shooting at the Kett. “The faster we end this the faster Lexi can poke and prod me till everything is okay.” Sara fell back, letting Drack, Jaal, and Tiger handle the remaining Kett forces. By the time they reached the entrance, the pain had turned into a dull ache.

Sara looked behind them and spotted more Kett drop ships flying directly toward them. Sara tensed, preparing herself for another attack. But before they could even get a shot off, the ships were blown out of the sky.

Captain Hayjer the salarian Pathfinder, flew by giving Sara a small wave. Beside Hayjer was Moshae Sjefa, using her angaran bio-electricity to grab a Kett ship as Hayjer shot it down.

Off to the right, two other ships were shot down by a turian fighter ship, which she assumed was being piloted by the turian Pathfinder Avitus Rix.

The final four inbound Kett ships headed straight to initiative shuttles where the Asari Pathfinder, Vederia, and others were hovering in the sky. As the Kett ships got closer, Vederia pushed out a forceful Biotic field, destroying the ships on contact.

“Take the fight inside Pathfinder.” Hayjer said over the comms. “We’ll protect the Hyperion, but that only matters if you catch the Archon.”

“ Kill. ” she corrected. “I’m going to kill the Archon. Be careful, Pathfinders.” Sara said before turning and heading through the door.

The room was dark. Sara stood still momentarily, letting her eyes adjust before the group ran over to a gravity well in the center of the room. She gave a short whistle in Tiger’s direction, who screeched before flying behind her and attaching itself to her back.  Once he was secure she activated the orb and they began to float down.

“Tempest, we’re going in after the Archon.”

Kallo grunted. “I’ll relay the layout to anyone following.”

“Whoa!” Suvi gasped. “There is a massive energy spike, the Archon must be doing something with Meridian.”

“Standing by. Scott may need attention.” Lexi’s voice calm as it came over the comm. “Moshae Sjefa is here to look you over when this is done.”

Sara grunted in response.

Once they landed, Tiger detached from her, going back to hover above them in the offensive stance. Drack went ahead, pulling out a gigantic yellow and black Krogan hammer, ready to strike any opposition down.

Jaal was close behind Sara, looking around for enemies. She could literally feel the nervous energy rolling off him, making her stomach lurch. Glancing over, Sara saw his clenched jaw and his hard grip on his weapon.

Gods , she wanted to reach out and soothe him. Jaal was always so kind, so understanding, and she knew he was far too good for her.

All she wanted was for him and their daughter to be a happy family. No Kett. No crazy things trying killing them. Just Jaal Ama Darav and his irresistible smile was all she ever wanted. Needed .

Sara was pulled out of her thoughts by Tiger firing at a group of Kett 500 feet away. Sara jumped behind cover, took aim, and shot down Kett that were firing at Drack while he was knocking, or squashing , everyone that Jaal missed.

“Vetra’s mercs are taking it to the Kett, Pathfinder.” Suvi informed her.

“It’s like a dream. All of us working together.” Jaal said as he flashed forward, stabbing the last Kett through the chest.

Sara snorted a laugh. “Really, this is your dream? I thought maybe it’d be a bit more exciting, like you and me in bed with some silk ropes, maybe a blindfold.” She winked. “On you of course.”

Jaal growled at her. “After this I am going to devour you.”

She leaned up, nuzzling his neck and gave it a quick nip. “Promises, promises.”

Moving away from Jaal, Sara used her omni-tool to open the video feed she had going on Tiger, who was in the room ahead of them. She could make out at least a dozen Kett. Jerking her head forward, Sara and her crew walked silently up the ramp into the room.

The battle was much like the others. Their movements flowed like a beautiful symphony, each one aware of what position to take and how to protect one another.

But Drack’s swings were getting slow. Jaal’s shots getting less accurate as the battles dragged on. They needed to hurry up and get to the Archon or they would be too exhausted to continue.

As if hearing her, Kandros yelled over the comms. “Kett are on a rally! Call out! Can we hold them?”

Commander Heckt added. “The Resistance is with you.”

Suddenly Lathoul and many more of Jaal’s family came over the comm. “You ready?”

“You know it.”

“Here to fight by our cousin!”

“Together!”

Jaal pulled Sara behind him as a grenade filled with green gas exploded near them. “Let them breath through this!” Vorn snarled.

Kandros’ voice returned. “Too lean for this, Pathfinder. We risk being more distraction than help!”

“Understood.” She called back, moving from Jaal and grabbing the neck of a nearby Chosen, giving him a good zap. The electricity surged inside her again, causing her whole body to shake. The disjointed waves of energy made Sara incapable of aiming her gun properly.

“Dropships inbound!”

“So are we!” Evfra cut Reyes off. “Do we have the ability to assist?”

Sara zoned out the chatter. The more she listened, the more she worried for their safety.

As they took out the Kett, Remnant started to appear out of nowhere. She was almost happy to see them. More Remnant meant less Kett to fight.

“We’re clear but we need to regroup.” Kandros was back in her head.

“Keep going Pathfinder.” Efvra ordered. “We will shore up the rear.”

Sara nodded even though they couldn’t see and made her way through countless chambers trying to find a lead on the Archon.

She stiffened when she heard Captain Dunn.

“Getting some heat up here.”

Vetra’s little sister, Sid, replied. “Spamming remote jammers!”

Sara shook her head, knowing that there was nothing she could do for Dunn and the others. She ran up to the console where Drack and Jaal waited. Surrounding them were miles and miles of decorative looking pillars. “These pillars don't seem structural. Is this all Meridian?”

Jaal looked around in wonderment. “We thought the scourge hid other planets, but how many link through here?”

Sara shrugged before running over the bridge that the console had powered for them. Another bridge and another one.

Why couldn't there just be a straight line!

Two bridges later, they run into a chamber filled with more Kett troops and an Elder Invictor.

“The pathfinder comes!” The feminine sounding Elder yelled to his soldiers. “For the future of the Kett, we stop them here!” The metal sphere that floated around his hovering form glowed, enveloping the Invictor in orange shielding.

Sara tossed a grenade into the center of the Kett cluster before pulling out her assault rifle and firing at the Kett blown into the air by the blast..

Jaal fired at the Elder’s sphere in an attempt to eliminate the shielding.

“Pathfinder! We have a debt to pay! We are at your side!”

The ground shook as Birtak and the other Krogan scouts Sara had saved from the Archon’s ship, ran into the room.

“Good, now help us kill these pyjaks.” Drack yelled back while headbutting a weaker Kett.

Drack charged like a bull at the Elder Invictor. Before his hammer could make contact, the Elder teleported behind a Kett foot soldier.

Sara gave a low whistle getting her Remnant VI’s attention.

And the attention of the Invictor .

“Kill her!”

Sara barely had time to dodge the bullets zooming past her head. “Fuck!” she cursed, seeking cover behind a metal wall, back pressed firmly against it.

As if on cue, an overload of pain and electricity spiked throughout her abdomen again, tears pooling in the Pathfinder’s eyes from the sheer intensity of it.

“Aim for the metal ball around the Elder.” She said through clenched teeth. “Once it’s destroyed signal for me, understood?”

Tiger screeched at her before flying out into the battle.

Sara locked her assault rifle back into place, exchanging it for her sniper rifle. Her vision doubled as she tried unsuccessfully to reload the gun.

“Fuck!” she hissed, dropping the thermal clip on the floor.

A large, unfocused blob crouched in front of her reaching toward her. This was it. Her final moment. Before she had the chance to pull out her knife on her omni-tool to attack it, a large familiar hand touched hers.

“You don’t look good kid.” Drack stated matter-of-fact as he reloaded her gun for her.

Uncontrollable tears flowed freely from her eyes. A myriad of emotions crossed her face. Pain. Fear. Relief. Pain . Shaking her head, Sara wiped her eyes and let out a gasping breath. “It hurts,” was all she was able to get out before Tiger let out a loud screech.

Grabbing her gun, Sara turned around to fire at the Elder only to miss. She fired again, grazing the side of his face. Ryder took aim when the searing pain in her core twisted and consumed her, forcing her to her knees, a breathless scream escaping her lips.

“Give me.” Drack grabbed her sniper rifle and unloaded the clip into the Elder’s chest, the body dropping to the cold floor with a loud thump.

Unaware of what had just transpired, Jaal and the other Krogan finished off the remaining Kett. Drack knelt down beside Sara, his large hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Keep breathing kid, slow steady breaths. Stay calm.”

Sara followed his instructions, inhaling deeply through her mouth before slowly letting it out her nose. She repeated the action over and over till the shooting stopped and her heart rate slowed.

Across the room, Jaal scanned the chamber for Ryder. He had lost sight of her during the firefight. His eyes locked onto her form, legs bent toward her chest and head lowered.

“Sara!” He dropped down opposite of Drack and placed his hand on her back where Drack’s had been. Sara bit her lip hard as the pain became too much to bear.

Jaal carefully pulled her so her back was against his chest while he placed his hands on her stomach. “Shhh, love. Let me help.” A sigh of relief fell from Sara’s lips as the excess current flowed from her and into Jaal.

“Does this happen to Angara women?” Drack asked.

Jaal didn't answer the question instead pulling her tighter against him, pressing his lips to Sara’s temples. “When we leave this place we are going straight to the Moshae.” Carefully, Jaal helped her up. “Can you continue?”

Sara nodded. The pain was still present, in a reduced capacity, but would have to be ignored for the sake of their mission. She hoped nothing terrible was happening to their daughter.

“Good, then stay by my side.”

“Pathfinder!” Birtak and the other Krogan ran up to them. “We will stay with you till the section is secured.”

The group made their way to a door up the ramp. Sara found herself leaning heavily on Jaal as they walked. He wrapped an arm around her waist, helping her press her hand against the door control, unlocking it..

They were about to walk through the open door when Suvi came on the comms. “Pathfinder! Multiple system failure on the Hyperion.”

“Damn it.” She cursed. “Dunn? Captain Dunn, is there anything we can do?”

“Stay out of our way!” Dunn sounded frazzled.

“Dunn!”

There was no reply. Just static. She moved away from Jaal and began calling for anyone to answer her. “Suvi? Kallo? Kandros? Someone tell me whats going on!”

“A wing got blasted off.” Kallo yelled. “The Hyperion is gonna crash!”

“Protect it!”

“No one is close enough. She’s going to crash in 20 seconds.”

Sara let out a frustrated screamed, accidently sending out a low electrical shock, not enough to do damage anyone but Jaal looked worried. She opened her mouth to ask if that was normal, but the ground shook around them.

“Captain Dunn? Captain Dunn!” Sara’s could feel another electrical charge as her heart raced.

“Still here, Ryder, Cryo pods...intact.” Captain Dunn voice was shaky as she spoke. “Give the Pathfinders my thanks, and the Archon the tip of your boot.”

Sara barked out a laugh. “I’ll feed him my whole shoe if you don't ever scare me like that again.”

Reloading her gun, Sara turned back to the door, adrenaline replacing most of the pain. “Alright guys, time to kill the Archon.”

[ihavebeenmassaffected]

This is weird but- Evfra/Ryder (Or Ryder/Kandros OR EVFRA/RYDER/KANDROS YES BITCH) for the domestic meme?

OMFG YOU KNOW I AM ABOUT TO DO EVFRA/RYDER/KANDROS LIKE?????? HOW COULD I NOT?! BLESS YOU NONNIE

who sets the microwave at 60 seconds and who puts in 1:00 minutes and which sighs because “it doesn’t matter which way you do it just please stop arguing”

Kandros sets it for a minute, Evfra sets it for 60 seconds, and Ryder just wants them both to stop fighting it’s the same thing just please make it end.

who drops food on their shirt/hand/table and picks it up and eats it and who stares at them because really?  that’s unsanitary.

Ryder is so guilty of dropping their food and then eating, unless it’s been on really dirty floor/ground. Kandros and Evfra judge them so hard because that is unsanitary.

who pulls food from the back of the cupboard/fridge that has been there far far too long and eats it anyway and who has a dozen stomach remedies for just this situation?

Kandros eats the food that’s been in there too long, Evfra has the remedies, and Ryder scolds Tiran for not taking better care of himself.

who eats cold leftovers and who refuses to eat leftovers unless properly warmed up all the way through?

Kandros and Evfra will eat leftovers cold, Ryder thinks they are heathens and always warms their food up.

who is super strict about following expiration dates and who uses the “meh it doesn’t look or smell bad so we’re good for a little longer” method?

Both Ryder and Kandros live by: “Meh it doesn’t smell or look bad so we’re good for a little longer.” Evfra follows the expiration dates to a T.

who rinses dirty dishes and reuses them and who refuses to use them until they’ve been properly washed?

Evfra and Ryder will not eat off of a plate until it has been properly washed, Kandros will just rinse his plate and reuse it if it’s not super dirty.

who doesn’t do laundry until they’ve run out of everything [including underwear and socks]

Ryder and Kandros both forget to do laundry until they run out of everything and Evfra always does his laundry.

who folds their socks/underwear/etc and who just shoves it into a drawer [bonus does the drawer shover care if their socks match or if they are even their own socks?]

Both Kandros and Evfra fold their everything and put them away neatly, Ryder throws everything in like a heathen, but cares very much about their socks matching. Evfra and Kandros both judge them very hard.

who broke the vacuum?

Evfra. It was an accident, he sucked up something he shouldn’t have.

who has the most clutter and knick-knacks, who is stuck cleaning it, who rearranges said clutter/knick-knacks when the other[s] aren’t looking just to mess with them

Evfra has so many knick-knacks given to him by his family, Ryder always rearranges then slightly to the left to mess with him, then Kandros always cleans them up for Evfra as an apology for Ryder messing with them.

who rearranges entire rooms at 2AM because they can’t sleep and does their best to not wake the other[s] up but does it anyway [and who joins them in the room they’re rearranging to just watch or who joins them and falls asleep on the floor]?

Evfra. Ryder joins him to rearrange the room with him, Kandros finds them later passed out on the floor and carries them back to the bed, with a lot of effort, but he does it.

who broke the fan/air conditioner

Kandros, he was trying to fix it because the air flow was much less than what it was supposed to be, and as someone who was used to fixing things, he tried to fix it and somehow made it worse instead of better.

who builds the pillow forts while the other[s] scoff and eyeroll because you are an adult [but wind up joining them in the fort anyway].

Tiran and Ryder build a pillow fort, or well, Ryder forces Kandros in there, and Evfra scoffs at both of them until they lure him in with snacks then he rolls his eyes and comes in.

who prefers the bed made each morning and who just rolls out of it without a care because “you’re just going to roll into it tonight and mess all the covers up anyway”

Evfra makes his bed, the other two don’t care, which drives him crazy.

who flushes the toilet while someone else is in the shower - who is in the shower when it happens [was it on purpose? a dare? who is cackling gleefully in the kitchen listening to the cursing?]

Kandros is in the shower, Ryder flushes the toilet on purpose, and Evfra laughs quietly from the kitchen.

who needs white noise to sleep and what kind [fan, radio, seashore sounds, etc.]?

Ryder and Evfra need white noise to sleep, Kandros doesn’t mind it, mostly just use a fan to keep outside noise from waking them up.

who starts the pillow fights, who ends them, and who winds up caught in the middle of the battle?

Tiran and Ryder pillow fight and Evfra gets caught up in the middle and gets hit which is when he joins in for revenge.

[kestrelsansjesses]

Home

[Here it is. The final chapter of ‘New Galaxy, Same Old Thirst.’ I say that, but I have so much more to write about these two and so many more stories to tell, so this isn’t the last you’ll see of Wren Ryder and Tiran Kandros by a longshot. That said, I hope you’ve enjoyed the series, and I’d love to hear what you think about this chapter and the thing as a whole. :) Art by skellagirl!

Ryder x Kandros

SFW]]

Dying fucking sucked. It sucked the first time, the second time, and now for the third time, it hadn’t improved. Clawing her way across the floor, Wren Ryder’s head was filled with all the times she had failed and what this final failure might mean. If she didn’t success, didn’t keep crawling across the floor on her hands and knees, everyone would be lost. Her team, the Nexus, every outpost she had worked so hard to help establish. So many people to let down… and her brain swung back to Kandros. His one request had been for her to not die and she was about to fail him too. “SAM.” Her breath was coming in labored gasps now, but she could just choke out a message to the AI. “Send protocol email eight- death. Recipient, Kandros.”

So much. Too much, but she staggered to her feet, one foot in front of the other, every step a painful lance of fire. Without SAM, she felt strangely empty, her head echoing with too much and not enough at the same time. She had never wanted the AI’s strange relationship, but suddenly left without, she found herself missing him, that almost sarcastic tone to his otherwise carefully modulated, artificial voice. Without him, she was dying, and there was no way to reclaim him. 

Failure, but she would try one more step, fingers reaching for a console that wasn’t there, stretching and then… nothing but black.  

 ****

Kandros,

If you’re getting this, I’m probably dead. I’m sorry. Look, I’m not good with words and I don’t know what else to say. I could repeat everything a million times- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry- but I don’t think it would work really well. 

I love you.

Wren Ryder

****

Back to life with a gasp, Vetra and Jaal immediately at her side, lifting her up by the elbows. There was only pressing on for Ryder, though she took a moment to feel the pleasure of oxygen in her lungs again, her body craving it, every part of her aching. Her head hurt like nothing she had ever experienced before, the sensation of SAM’s return almost as painful as his initial activation. With him, she was whole again, but it was another reminder that her own mind would never be her own again. More pressing concerns though, questions she needed answered.  “SAM, did you send that email?”

“Yes, Ryder.” There would be no getting it back now. Kandros would worry, but onward she went. If every step lanced fire, if her head felt like it would split, it had to be worth it. The damage she was doing to her body would save them all and it suddenly seemed like a small price to pay. One lone woman for a whole galaxy? A fair swap. She should have added that in her message to him, something about balances and sacrifices, but too late now.

Pain would always be worth it, in the end.

****

Was Scott leaning on her, or was she leaning on Scott? All Ryder wanted to do was curl up and nap somewhere, but there was enough adrenaline pumping through her body to keep her awake for weeks. They did it. She did it. They secured Meridian and pushed the kett back, at least for now. They had made a home, and for the first time, it felt right to call Andromeda exactly that. Home. What a weird word to attach to foreign stars, unnamed constellations, and a planetoid made by some mysterious race that had left only hints. There was so much left to discover, but now they had the time to do so without worrying about constant attack. Maybe even the Scourge would vanish one day, making it safer to fly.

 Lexi lifted Scott from Ryder’s shoulders and she was walking on her own, at least for a few steps, her eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight after so long in Meridian’s dark core. Blurry shapes resolved themselves into familiar faces; they were waiting for her, everyone she had ever met and helped, the smiles wide across their faces. Even Evfra seemed pleased, but Ryder only had eyes from one figure, someone who held himself slightly back, as to restrain himself from leaping forward.

“Kandros… We did it.” Whatever hold was on him was broken when Ryder moved forward; in just a few steps Kandros covered the ground and picked her up by the waist, swinging her around in the air until she shrieked, arms going around his neck and legs around his waist. Though she still hurt in ways she didn’t know was possible, Ryder clung to him, and when Kandros bent his head down to kiss her she returned it with gusto, throwing up a middle finger to the wolf-whistles and whoops of the assembled.

“I saw your email,” he said when they finally broke apart. He hadn’t put her down, and for once Ryder didn’t care.

“I guess I broke my promise.” No dying. The one request he had, and she managed to fuck that up. It still stung even now- or was that just the headache that still threatened to overtake every aspect of her being?

Gently, Kandros placed her back on the ground, though his arm stayed to support her, for which she was grateful. Without it, Ryder was almost certain her legs would buckle and she’d end up just sitting on the floor, staring up at everyone. “Somehow, I’ll find it in myself to forgive you,” Kandros said, voice wry.

“They’re naming Habitat 7 after you. Ryder-1. I was going to wait to tell you, but may as well throw everything at once.” Just when she thought she couldn’t get more overwhelmed. A fucking planet named after her.

“My ego is going to be unstoppable,” she managed to choke out, and then she slid down and sat, no longer caring, legs crossed and whole body sagging. Kandros followed suit, the considerable length of turian legs making the process infinitely more complicated. He was something to lean against, an arm across her shoulders that brought her close. They did it, and her mind circled back to that again and again. 

Gradually, her body slumped more against his until her head was on his shoulder, a comfortable silence falling over them even as everyone was still talking excitedly, tallying injuries or speculating about what this new planet could mean. It was all just beginning, but this was a real start after so many false ones.

“Kandros,” Ryder finally asked, just to break the silence, “Can we go home now? Yours, the Tempest. I don’t care.” Either one would be good, as long as there was a bed and a shower.

Kandros gently dislodged himself, offering her a hand to stand which she took gratefully. Even after she was back on her own two legs, he didn’t let go, and she took comfort from that firm pressure, a single finger tracing a circle against the meat of her palm. “Home it is. Let’s go, Ryder.”