(Because of moving-house nonsense and assorted problems, your meatspace gift is going to be a little late. But since I didn’t want you to not have something for the holidays, @emmalyn, I wrote you a fic to tide you over until the post office gives you your present [I think there’s enough of a hint of what that’ll be just by dint of me not being anon anymore]. Happy Holidays!)
The Citadel
Yes. This is the person I need.
Aaaaa, thank you so much, I love it!! :D I have such a weakness for first-person fics done well, and for mirrored text/phrases too. <3
[Joker/EDI fic, etc.]
(first chapter / Fanfiction.net / AO3)
Oh man, Emma, I am loving this!
alskdjhf gosh! I cannot type properly for all the happy flailing that is going on at this moment!! Thanks for the sweet review, darling, it means a lot coming from a great writer like you. And I really hope you’ll keep enjoying it. :D <3
(part 5 is up over here too, btw!)
Thanks for sticking with me through these long breaks, guys! Sorry for such a slow updating schedule. The fact that this chapter got done at all is pretty much due to my amazing beta-readers Vaniterra and Abalidoth, and their unflagging encouragement. <3
But don’t worry—I’m not giving up on this story. And this time I won’t leave you with any horrible cliffhangers, either. (Sorry about that, too. My muse sometimes decides to leave me at the most inconvenient times.)
Anyway. Thanks again for reading and being so awesome, and I’ll leave you here, back on the Normandy.
(Still PG for language. About 2,000 words. first chapter / Fanfiction.net / AO3)
Gettin’ a little steamy again.
I am super glad that I found this fic again! Started reading it on the k!meme a while ago, moved computers (and lost the bookmark, dang), and now it pops up in the Shakarian tag and I’m ECSTATIC. :D
Recommended for anyone who likes Shakarian and/or Groundhog Day-type plots with lots of funny and sweet moments. c: First chapter can be found here! (scroll down to the bottom of the page)
Anonymous asked you:
Aradia/Feferi or Aradia/Kanaya visiting Paris, France. (or just France in general). Thanks for being such an awesome writer!
Thank you for reading my writing! I meshed the two pairings that you gave me into an ot3, and chose to write about a fashion show. (Apologies for any errors — I don’t know much about either Paris or fashion, and research only goes so far.)
Also mad props to Emma for beta-reading, editing, and filling in some gaps.
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(first chapter / Fanfiction.net / AO3)
Awwww, Joker and Garrus interaction! That was one of the cutest scenes in the game, when they were telling each other terrible jokes on the bridge. I always wished there’d been more conversations between them.
The idea of them sitting there, worrying about their girlfriends together is so sweet. … and I love that they’re stuck on the Normandy while their badass ladies shoot the hell out of everything. XD
I can’t wait to see what you do with Joker and his reaction to EDI’s, um, mishap planetside. You’re gonna stab us right in the feels, aren’t you, Emma? ;P
Oh gosh, thanks! <33 I’m glad you liked Garrus’s “intervention,” haha; this was one of the scenes I had in mind when I started this fic. (There’s just something so endearing about two soldiers worrying about their badass ladyfriends. :D) But yeah, I got stuck on writing Garrus’s thoughts, so I had to go play a bit of ME1 to get some ideas.
As to your last question, I hope so! Err, not in a bad way though. I mean, yes, in a good and bad, bad-good way. *cough* >.> …I’ll just stop talking now.
(via malreina)
Aaand…finally I finished this chapter! Okay, mental note: Not letting another month or two pass before the next update. STOP BEING SO SLOW. Wow. XD
Still PG for language, no other warnings. About 2,100 words.
Thanks for reading—and feedback is always welcomed, even if it’s just to fix a typo. c: <3
(first chapter / Fanfiction.net / AO3)
oh my gOD I finally finished part 4 of Interface-to-Face after TWO MONTHS (you guys remember that I was writing a Joker/EDI fic, right? well if not, now you know) and now I want to skip STRAIGHT TO SMUT because Vaniterra just posted her fic and the beginning is FABULOUS and I want to read more but I can’t because it’ll undoubtedly be so good that I’ll lose hope in my own skills and just stop writing, askdfgjh. (Hmm, this is kind of an incentive for me to finish my own fic, I guess! XD)
BUT YES. Part 4 will go up tomorrow. I am so sorry to leave you few loyal readers on another cliffhanger, but I SWEAR this next chapter will go up faster. I just had to get over the dreaded writer’s block. *shakes fist*
P.S. I also decided to start posting these chapters over on Fanfiction.net and AO3, for ease of reading/chapter navigation. c:
Tali is not-so-secretly self-conscious about a lot of things. But one thing she has secretly worried about, for a while at least, was that Shepard would get tired of her and look for someone less fragile, or braver, or more mature to be with. Tali knows this isn’t rational, but it’s hard to believe that someone as awe-inspiring as Shepard would choose a little quarian girl fresh off the Fleet as a partner. An equal. It’s just mind-boggling.
Shep eventually figures this out. One night, amidst many stammered apologies and embarrassed protestations from Tali, Shepard proceeds to show her exactly how special she is. Tali doesn’t worry so much after that.
Megs and Roxanne are both morning people, but in very different ways. She likes the peace of a pre-dawn run, the crinkle of the newspaper at the breakfast table, the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. He, however, bounces out of bed and immediately spouts off a to-do list a mile long. There’s something so invigorating about having time to do all these awesome things, and, and—
Roxanne just tunes him out while he rambles around his toothbrush, but by the time he gets to the part where he says, “…and it’s even better to have a wonderful girlfriend to share it all with!” her heart’s melted. Quiet mornings may be nice, but happy mornings are even better.