#uhhhhh I’m sorry sir I wasn’t aware you could do that

[alderaanplacesss]

Do I…need to start reading the Sol fics? 😳

[effectingsomedragons]

WIP Wednesday (A Bit Late)

Tagged by: @nicolasadrabbles

Who wants some Memento Vivere?

The ceremony had been beautiful, private behind high stone walls, and surprisingly busier than he had anticipated.

That was to be expected, of course. Aelia Valeri, nee Decens, had been a high ranking intelligence officer, extremely popular with her old platoon, and she had given her life in pursuit of a greater foe. It was the highest anyone could hope to achieve. Posthumously, her name was granted a permanent place in the upper climes of the Hierarchy, and she was awarded the Star of Menae.

Both were prestigious honors, to be certain, but Iunius Valeri felt no comfort in this. He stood at attention during the military honors bestowed upon his young wife, his hand resting firmly on the shoulder of a boy of barely seven spans. Milon would not cry, at least not with so many he was unfamiliar with nearby. The boy was as turian as any. But he was clearly distraught.

The turian to his left had said very little. He couldn’t see the ceremony, but he knew what was going on. The markings on his face matched Aelia’s closely. He was her little brother, and had traveled from the Citadel to stand in observance of her sacrifice.

Janus Decens was no more all right with being there than he was. In fact, for all he was trying to hide it, he seemed almost more broken than he and Milon.

In the end, she’d been burned as was tradition. Iunius stood, as was tradition, to wait as the pyre burned, determined to stay standing until he was alone and the last embers went cold. He let Janus walk Milon away, regaling him with stories of his work with C-Sec both before and after he had gone blind, but he remained in mournful silence. He didn’t move until he noticed someone come to stand beside him, and turned his head before going to turn, fully prepared to salute his superior.

“At ease, Captain Valeri, and keep your vigil. There’s no need to stand on ceremony at such a solemn occasion. Terrible tragedy, what happened to your wife. Aelia was a good woman. A fine turian, and an exemplary soldier. I was honored to have led her in the sixth platoon, in the brief time I could.”

“I- of course, General Oraka, sir. I wasn’t aware you’d made it out for the burning. She would have been honored.”

The older turian tipped his head forward slightly at that, quietly watching the flames. They had already begun to die down. “I heard scuttlebutt that she was looking into something on Omega, of all places. What was she investigating that took her all the way out to that hell hole?”

Iunius let out a soft breath, his mandibles tightening against his jaw. “It was classified. Strictly on a need to know basis, considered too important to let slide to anyone. Even a ranking officer, or a spouse, on account of avoiding accusations of nepotism.”

That made the general snort. Septimus Oraka was known to be a general who, while respected and firm, preferred being open with his subordinates over rank and file. It seemed this spread to funerals, as well.

“Damn bureaucrats. I’m sorry, Captain. It’s a shame they won’t let you in now that she’s passed. Here’s hoping they get someone else on whatever it was that’s even half as good as she was.” He leaned back a bit as the flames died out completely, then chuffed a bit, looking back to the younger officer. “Did they tell you… how she passed, at least?”

“No.” There was a bitterness in Iunius’s voice, one he had not intended his superior to hear, but General Oraka was hardly bothered by the tone. “When I saw her body, it was clear the kill was clean. Not that it brings any comfort… to me or to my son.”

The older turian gave a chuff at that, a rumble vibrating in his subvocals. “I’m certain you’ll both pull through. But whatever happened to Aelia… spirits willing they’ll catch her killer.”

Tagging: UHHHHH. IF YOU'RE WRITING A FIC, DO IT

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

I love all the smutt, really i do, but can we get some uhhhhh, TENDER fluff of the two????

Absolutely, dear anon? Let’s GO!

Sooga was a hard working man. He was not only responsible for Kohga’s welfare, but his happiness, and on occasion, his sexual satisfaction. Pair that with training of the troops, and overall making sure everything is spick and span, Sooga didn’t have much time for himself. Except for ONE day out of the year. His birthday. On his birthday, Sooga was allowed to do whatever he pleased. He was a bit stubborn about it, insisting he didn’t need it, but Kohga was relentless. Sooga hated leaving him alone, much less in the horny hands of the clan, but Kohga’s wishes were his commands. It was why he was here, right at lurelin village, and doing his favorite thing: fishing. Sooga LOVED fish, quite unlike his Master. It was nice; sitting at the end of the docks, with nothing but a fishing pole, a fishing spear, a bucket of bait, and an empty bucket for his catch.

You’d think it’d be dangerous, a yiga fishing so close to the village, but since he had been doing it for so long, the people of the village merely watched him occasionally, letting him go about his business. It was nice, and relaxing, smelling the ocean air. He already had a bucket full of porgies, and even a few crabs. They were fresh, lively. He had no idea how long he had been there, just that the sun was starting to set, and that his bait bucket was empty. Now was as good of a time as any to pack it up. He started to put his stuff away, and was about to dump them back into the ocean (he wasn’t allowed to bring them home, because Kohga HATED the smell of fish), when suddenly he felt someone tug at his leg. A little boy.

“Hey Mr! Are you gonna dump those fishes?”

“I was planning to. I cannot take them home.”

“Can we have ‘em?”

“Don’t bother the nice man, now!”

A woman, who he assumed was the child’s mother, dashed up to him, holding onto his shoulders. She gave an apologetic look, double checking the infant at her back.

“I’m so sorry sir, it’s your fish, do with them as you will.”

Sooga hesitated. The child looked longingly at the bucket.

“Do you not have food?”

“No! The meanie bokoblins just a bit offshore keep scaring the fishermen away! We haven’t had fish in forever!”

Sooga watched as a woman set up shop right next to him. No fish at her stand today. Merely arrows. Odd. Sooga nodded at her.

“Where is your house? I’ll carry it for you, it’s heavy.”

“Sir please, we don’t-”

“It wasn’t an option.”

While his voice was firm, she smiled at him. He walked behind her till he reached her doorstep, leaving the bucket right by her front door. The child dashed inside the house, yelling in joy. She looked at him, offering a sweet smile.

“Thank you so much, we can only survive so long on just palm fruit.”

Sooga nodded, before suddenly disappearing from her sight. He had things to do.

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“Sooga! Welcome back, how was-”

Kohga covered his nose with his hand, turning away from Sooga, who had just returned from his birthday trip. And apparently, he smelled worse than usual. No one else seemed to mind, but Kohga just hated the smell of the ocean. Sooga gave a soft chuckle at the overreaction.

“I apologize, after my fishing, I had some...monsters to deal with. I’ll go ba-”

“No no no! You smell AWFUL. Like, the WORST you’ve ever smelled! Like fish and absolute ass. Follow me.”

Kohga walked him towards his own personal bathing room, shutting the doors behind them. The bath seemed to have been ready in advance, and Sooga softly smiled.

“You had the bath ready for me?”

“It was for ME. I was GOING to smell nice and fresh when you got back, but no, you had to smell like death. Strip, bath, now.”

Kohga was usually much more patient. But Sooga could understand. If HE didn’t love the smell of fish, he’d be recoiling as well. Sooga obeyed regardless, completely stripping, save for his mask. 

“Regardless, thank you, Master Kohga. You honor me with your hospitality. I can go on and swap with you when I’m done, if you’d like.”

“What- no. I’M bathing too, Sooga.”

Sooga froze a bit. The idea of Kohga being nude was a lot for him to handle, but the idea of him being nude and WET? Suffice to say, It made him gulp. Sooga suddenly felt self conscious, as if his body didn’t deserve to be in the presence of his body.

“Master Kohga, there’s no need to be indecent-”

“Sooga you’ve had my dick in your mouth, I really don’t know what you’re afraid of.”

Sooga opened his mouth to give a retort, but found himself unable. Kohga may have meant that in a funny way, but Sooga felt it made his heart ache. Why DID he continue to be so...uneasy, when Kohga had no qualms with his wants? Kohga didn’t seem to either notice, or care, about his inner turmoil, and instead stripped himself down. Not even underwear. Just a complete, and totally nude Kohga, standing right in front with him (minus his mask of course). Even worse, Kohga put his hair down. He un did his hair, revealing a mess of curly, poofy, black hair. Kohga combed his fingers through it, before noticing Sooga staring.

“That’s right, you’ve never seen me without this much clothes, huh?”

“I’ve….never seen your hair down. It’s...lovely.”

“I love how instead of staring at my dick, you pick my hair. You’re a big, gorgeous idiot, Sooga.”

Kohga patted his bare chest, before making his way into the tub. The tub was more or less a giant hot spring, but Kohga always felt like it wasn’t big enough, so he called it a tub. Kohga sighed in relief once his body hit the water, and Sooga swore he never saw his master so content. Sooga hesitated, before walking down the steps, and relaxed, just a bit away from Kohga. They sat there for a moment, absorbing the warmth, inhaling the smell of the fresh flowers (like Kohga’s favorite; the mighty thistle. It was an assertive, yet sweet smelling scent), and letting their bones nearly melt. Sooga could be this relaxed forever, had Kohga not said something.

“What are you doing, Sooga?”

Sooga tensed up, snapping out of his blissful daydream. He must’ve done something to offend him, done something to make Kohga ashamed of him. Sooga swallowed.

“I apologize, I’m not aware as to w-what-”

“You’re all the way over there.”

Kohga chuckled, and made his way right to Sooga’s side, wrapping an arm around him. Kohga’s body felt so soft and warm next to him. Sooga couldn’t believe this was all really happening. Kohga was actually sitting here, arm wrapped around him like he owned him. Sooga never recalled when he felt so important, so….worthy. Kohga grabbed a petal that floated in their tub, lightly flicking it in almost boredom. That was when Sooga suddenly grew bold.

“Do you...need help washing your hair, Master Kohga.”

Kohga looked at him in almost surprise, before shaking his head.

“I have a VERY specific way of washing it, Sooga. But,”

Kohga’s face was suddenly so close to his, with his hands planted so firmly on his chest.

“I can do yours, if you don’t mind me gettin’ a little handsy.”

Sooga could swoon right now. Master Kohga, the most incredible man ever, was offering to clean his hair. Sooga wanted to deny him, knowing he didn’t deserve his hands, but he nodded rather quickly. Kohga chuckled, before getting behind Sooga, and un doing the ribbon that kept his hair up. Sooga’s hair was long, straight, black, and it fell down gracefully across his back. Sooga didn’t like recalling the past, but Sooga always remembered how his father HATED the length of his hair. Always threatened to cut it, always tried to pull at it. He was expecting similar treatment from Kohga, when he felt his bare fingers strum through his locks.

“Bad enough you’ve got a nice body, now you have to compete with me in the hair department.”

“You...like it? You don’t think it’s too long?”

“No? What idiot would tell you that? You’ve got pretty hair, perfect for a pretty boy.”

Kohga’s lathered his hands in soap, before running through his hair. Master Kohga was so talented, scrubbing the sweet smelling soap into his hair so carefully yet efficiently. He was about to comment as such before Kohga’s fingers suddenly dug into his scalp. A light scrunch of his hair, nails strumming against his skin. It was so soothing, so tender and affectionate, for ONCE in his life, Sooga hadn’t thought what dangers could be present. Sooga was always thinking of what could hurt either him or his master. It felt odd, not having a single thought like that pop in his head.

“Sooga, wakey wakey.”

Sooga’s head snapped up, looking around widely for a second. Kohga laughed, smacking the water surrounding them.

“You fell asleep on me! You had your head bobbing up and down and everything. You never had anyone wash your hair before?”

“N...no. Never. I apologize, I shouldn’t have-”

Kohga grabbed a fistful of his hair, and gave it a light pull, getting Sooga’s attention.

“Shh. You’re fine. It’s fine. I’m VERY fine. It was cute. If I wasn’t worried about you drowning, I would’ve kept you like that.”

Kohga gave his hair a light pat, before starting on his own. Sooga held onto some of his hair, looking at it, as if he was suspicious of it.

“Master...Kohga. May I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

Sooga watched him wash and scrub into his locks, watched as he scrubbed at his own body leisurely. 

“I wanted to ask-why are you so...kind to me?”

“Because I like you. I’ve told you.”

“You like the other Blademasters, don’t you?”

“I like all the clan. But you especially. Reason being? You’re a big, strong guy who’d do anything for me. You’re a stiff, but you got a big heart. I feel comfortable with you. You get me. And I wish you’d be comfortable with me, Sooga.”

Sooga opened his mouth to retort, before silencing himself. He was right. He loved Koga, but he didn’t feel completely comfortable with him. With ANYONE, in fact. Sooga sighed, before cupping Kohga’s face in his hands. He ignored the soap and water, and that beautiful mop of hair.

“Master Kohga. I cannot explain everything to you, for that forgive me, But what I can tell you, is that I love you with all that I am. I’m as comfortable with you as I can make myself. You are my world. My light in my darkness. I’d follow you to the ends of the earth. It’s why I constantly question if I’m good enough for you. I was brought up to believe my worth was nothing. I want you to have the opposite of that. Everything.”

There was a moment of silence between them. One that was only interrupted by the water, and soft popping of bubbles. Kohga sighed.

“Lift your mask up, a bit. Just so I can see your mouth.”

Sooga obeyed, though his hands lightly trembled. There was a punishment instored for him, he knew it. At least, he thought that up until Kohga did the very same, and pressed his lips against his. Master Kohga...was kissing him. His lips were so soft, so full, as if they were the clouds themselves. Sooga sat there, dumbstruck, even as Kohga pulled away from him.

“Look, we all got bullshit pasts and junk, Sooga. But here and now, know that you’re special to me. Whatever someone told you however long ago, doesn’t matter now. I’M telling you you’re good. You’re worth my time. You’re something to me, you big, dumb man.”

Sooga had never been told he was something. Never been told he was worthy. It made his hands shake a bit, before he suddenly found himself sweeping Kohga into his arms, and kissing him again. He wasn’t rejected. Wasn’t pushed away. He embraced him, arms thrown around his neck and hands digging into his soapy scalp. Kohga pulled away this time, and Sooga caught a glance of that smirk. Oh be still his beating heart.

“Sooga, I know it’s your birthday and all, but I got a command for you.”

“Anything, name it.”

“Sit here, and kiss me until you’re sick of it.”

“So...kiss you forever?”

Kohga laughed, before throwing himself at Sooga, lips locked onto his own as the water splashed around them. Nothing else mattered, but Kohga.