“You’re a fine soldier, a Spectre, I’m lucky to have you.”
"All the shuttles zipping around remind me of when my dad would get ready to ship out. My mom would bundle us all up, buy us ice cream, and cart us out to the shipyard to watch his transport depart. I still have to resist waving every time a big Alliance ship flies by."
Gift fic for armalis—FemShep/Ashley is one of my die-hard ships, and there’s not nearly enough fic for it, so when I saw it on your list I couldn’t help myself >_> Then this idea popped into my head and wouldn’t let go of me.
(I’m still not brave enough to try to write someone else’s PC, so this isn’t supposed to be any Shepard in particular.)
Rated Teen and Up for alcohol and off-screen sexual content, 4017 words
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It’s all Vega’s fault.Shepard hardly keeps track of Earth’s calendar—even when she was locked up at Alliance HQ, she didn’t really have a reason to know or care what day it was. When she suggested a party at her recently-gifted Citadel apartment to celebrate making it through the Reaper War intact, she didn’t think she had to specify what kind.
Leave it to Vega to point out that her party happened to fall right smack dab in the middle of Earth’s holiday season—which of course means observing certain Earth traditions. He recruited EDI to come up with some holiday recipes, and he and Steve have spent most of the afternoon decking out the apartment with festive decorations.
Where he got a pine tree, of all things, she has no idea. She still can’t quite believe her own eyes: Wrex hauling a twelve foot tree into the apartment on his back is not a sight she ever expected to see. If it’s synthetic, it’s definitely well made—the scent is natural and strong, blending nicely with the warm aromas wafting out of the kitchen.
While Wrex and Grunt put the finishing touches on the tree’s decorations—and honestly, Shepard doesn’t think she wants to know how they plan on getting that giant gleaming star onto the very top—James has taken up position in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, and is currently attaching something to the ceiling there. It looks like…foliage?
“Okay, so I get the tree, and the food’s pretty obvious.” Shepard leans against the kitchen counter, narrowing her eyes at the bundle in his hand: soft leaves, tiny white berries, all wrapped together with a red velvet ribbon. “But why are you hanging plant clippings in the doorway?”
Excuse me while I scream very loudly and slightly inhumanly about this really fantastic Femshep/Ashley story @arbryna wrote for me.
Every time I try to verbalize what I love about this I’m reduced to waving my hands about and tripping over my words so basically y'all should go read it because it’s grand and everything I could’ve possibly wanted in in an Ash/Femshep fic: goofy holiday traditions even humans don’t really get, wingman!Vega, wingman!Liara, a Shepard who’d assumed her feelings would just hang out unrequited, an Ashley who’s all too happy to prove her wrong when said traditions give her the chance, Glyph in a Santa hat.
femshepley ☆ christmas in space
mirandaputsherbestbuttforward:
— Let’s just stop and
thinkbefore I lose faith
“You of all people should know what i’m about Ash" ⊗
So i commissioned Jackie (aka ellyshepard) to draw my femshep Rhoamanie and her girlfriend Ashley Williams and wow i am just at a loss for words she did such an incredible job and was just wonderful to work with. 10/10 would commission again.
She really brought their loving relationship to life and i just adore how even though Rhoamanie is so reserved you can see in her eyes just how much she loves Ash and how sweet and affectionate she is with her. And i have just been so over the moon in love with this and smiling like a big goober, if you ever get the chance to you should most defiantly commission jackie you won’t regret it <3
commission from kimbearly!!
_________________________________________________________________It’s not about being right. It’s about being right now.
It’s Ash’s eyes, and wanting to kiss them shut every night just to be the one to watch them open again before the alarm beats her to it. It’s rolling over for more than playing dead, showing your belly for kisses that come without questions, and Shepard puts aside her datapad to watch a familiar set of tags slide back over Ash’s breast while she reads.
“You weren’t wrong, you know,” says Ash, looking long and hard at a sentence that isn’t what she’s been thinking. Just something easier to look at.
“Mmhm. Which time?” She takes the book from Ash’s hands.
“I just wanted you to know that,” Ashley says like it’s a conversation they’d been having out loud for years. And because it isn’t, because those words aren’t easy as the click of thermal clips sighing into place, her eyes drift wide and move over Shepard’s face above her. She’s good at everything, even being sorry. “I wasn’t wrong, but neither were you.”
“We settled, then?”
When Ash nods, Shepard lowers to kiss her, knowing that upside down and right side up are all relative in space. Still, she’d like to see the sun in Ashley’s eyes one morning, just that bare knife-edge of dawn slipping past some stupid curtains that never shut right.
It’s not about fair play. It’s about remembering to play at all. Pulling at a pair of legs so their sleep-warmed length settles around her hips, Shepard can move like she remembers being young enough to play, even if nothing’s fair. There’s blue-black uncertainty waiting in the morning, same as night, and half her nerve endings might be synthetic, but Shepard’s got Ash’s short nails and her whiskey vapor voice to fill in the gaps.
Mmm, damn Skip.
Making her heart do the same, and making sure her fingers don’t, when she drags the neck of Ash’s t-shirt til it’s limp and stretched. Sucking the ball-chain down past her tags to the shallow valley of darkness, damp between her breasts before Shepard can even kiss her there, too.
Ashley moans, lower lip stuck under her teeth and fingers stuck up under Shepard’s straps.
Miss Right. Miss Right Now. Miss Right in the Gut.
“We had something before… a long time ago. Something important. You’ve seen me at my worst. Totally embarrassing. You were there for me when my baby sister was suffering…”
