An Olive Branch Pt. 1a/?
anonymous
June 5 2012, 19:05:47 UTC
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He's running his talons teasingly over her neck, brushing over her fringe. She chirrups at him, her own talons digging into the exposed flesh of his hips. He's grazing his finger across the red stripes painted on her fringe all the way to the tips. She leans forward to lick the edge of his mandible, curls her tongue around the point.
He's leaning down to her, closing his lips against hers. She sucks on his bottom lip, pulls it into her mouth and nibbles on it gently with her flat teeth. He moans and grabs her jaw with his hands, some of her red hair catching under his fingers. She buries her hands in his hair, scratching her blunt nails against the back of his scalp.
And then he's gripping her shoulders too hard, talons piercing her soft creamy skin. Her red blood pebbles to the surface as he pulls away. She gasps and covers her shoulder, hiding the blood until it starts to run between her fingers. He steps further from her, backing up until she's only a red blur the distance.
“Garrus,” he hears her whisper.
“Shepard,” he whispers back.
But she's gone, and he looks down to stare at his hands. One that he knows with three fingers and talons, covered in thick hide. The other has five fingers, nails flat and skin lighter in color.
Garrus groaned as he sat up in his cot in the Main Battery. It had been well over a week since he had dreamed about Shepard. All the dreams were relatively the same with him trying to be with her and failing in the end. They were never fulfilling, sensual and lusty at first, but always full of regret and pain in the end. He could hardly fantasize about his Commander - his teammate - his friend - without their difference in species making the fantasy take a turn for the worst.
He had been pretty sure Shepard had been propositioning for the sexy kind of “easing tension” before they had destroyed the Collector's base, but Garrus had laughed it off with a shrug and told her that he didn't realize she felt like sparring. Shepard's face had done that crinkle in the brows and quirk of the lips thing that Garrus associated with Shepard not getting the response that she wanted. But she had played along with it, telling the turian that she'd go a round with him. He had let the offer slide since he wasn't going to let her hand his ass to him on a silver platter if she really was up for fighting.
That day marked the beginning of the dreams of Shepard. The possibilities. The what ifs. The could-have-beens. Garrus thought that they both knew that they weren't exactly compatible. Any joining of theirs would be a terribly awkward interspecies fiasco.
Garrus didn't know how willing Shepard would have been willing to try despite that. He avoided talking about sex around her. No more stupid conquest stories that he probably shouldn't have told her in the first place. He had felt too comfortable around her and overstepped that line between Commanding Officer and crewman. Shepard was a good sport though, didn't let his slips alter her judgments on him as a teammate, and he was almost always there beside her.
Before he could conjure another thought of never getting the chance to feel her smooth body against him, Garrus shook his head and dropped his face into his left hand.
An Olive Branch Pt. 1b/?
anonymous
June 5 2012, 19:21:17 UTC
There were too many fingers around his face. He opened his eyes to look past the curve of his thumb and forefinger to see fur - hair? - on his arm. He pulled his arm away from his face, staring at the five-fingered appendage in front of him. Garrus curled the digits, eyes grazing down the arm to the elbow. His eyes widened as indeed that non-plated light brown skin covered in fine hairs was indeed attached to his shoulder.
Both his hands ran over his face, feeling his cheeks, nose, and hard jaw. His mandibles, his crest, all of it was gone. He pinched his cheeks and felt the skin stretch and bunch under his fingers. He let his hands move over his forehead, and his fingers caught on the hair at the top of his head. He had hair. He ran his fingers through the thick strands all the way to the back of his head and down towards his neck. It seemed longer than what he was used to seeing on human men.
Looking down, he almost wasn't surprised to find more of the brownish skin on the rest of his body. Smooth skin over muscles that turians didn't have. And there were nipples. He had heard of these and seen them in a few pictures. What did human males have them for? He pinched a darkened circle between his thumb and finger, and he gave a startled gasp at the strange feeling that shot straight to his dick.
Garrus briefly checked out his flat and bare feet with their five toes each, but discovering the fate of his manhood was the new goal. He had to untie his sleeping trousers since they were too tight around his stomach, leaving an angry pinkish line just below the navel that turians didn't have either. When he peaked at the half-erect thing hanging between his legs that was nestled in coarse dark hark, Garrus wasn't sure what to think. Humans had outer plumbing; he knew that. Besides that, the coloring and hair, it didn't seem so different. He dared not touch it though, so he closed his pants to hide his genitals from his view until he could look at it closer.
Some time between falling asleep last night and him waking, Garrus had become human. As the shock settled in, Garrus bolted up from the bed. His feet slapped the cool surface of the floor, and he wobbled sideways to lean on the main gun's console to his right. Used to walking on a smaller portion of his foot, his steps felt too heavy.
He didn't have much more time to process his feelings on being turned into a human because just as he heard the door swish open and he started to turn to see who had entered, he found himself bent forward over the console. Someone held his arm bent back awkwardly behind him and their other hand gripped his hair to push his head down.
“Who are you?” They barked, tugging Garrus's arm further back.
Garrus grunted in response until he found his voice. “Shepard, wait. Shep-”
An Olive Branch Pt. 1c/?
anonymous
June 5 2012, 19:25:30 UTC
His assailant immediately let him go only to grab his shoulder and twist him around. Garrus's feet caught up with one another, and he crashed sideways into the edge of his cot none-too-gracefully. Pain sliced through his shoulder. “Shit, Shepard. Trying to dislocate my arm?”
Shepard squatted onto the floor in front of him, nearly in his lap as she leaned forward between his legs, and she suddenly grabbed his face between her hands. Garrus stared at her, the pain in his shoulder momentarily forgotten as her bright green eyes roamed over his face. He swallowed hard, trying to follow the flitting movement of her eyes. Her brows creased and uncreased, rose and fell. Her mouth parted ever so slightly, and she sucked in a breath as her finger grazed over the skin graph patch still on the side of his face. Her fingers brushed lightly over the bumpy scars healing on his chin and across his lower lip. Garrus let his tongue dart out to wet his suddenly dry lips when Shepard's gaze and fingers dropped below his chin and traced the bandage over his collarbone.
Garrus felt his body warm and respond to the caress of Shepard's fingers on his skin. He gazed again at her parted lips, wondering how she would react if he tried to steal a kiss from her. He was human now; he had lips to kiss her with, even though he wasn't sure of the mechanics behind it. Garrus didn't know what this meant just yet though. Indulging in a fantasy would only end up bad again he had to remind himself.
“Garrus,” she whispered.
“Shepard,” he whispered back.
Shepard sat back with her legs tucked under her. “I don't believe this.”
“Neither do I,” Garrus replied, noticing the distinct lack of multiple vocals in his voice. He sounded slightly higher than he remembered. “I... woke up like this.”
Shepard just looked at him a little while longer, and he wondered if she was as interested in his nipples as her eyes seemed to say she was. “I... don't even know where to start with the questions. Do you at least feel okay?”
Garrus shrugged, wincing at the slight pain the movement caused. “Other than the whack to the shoulder, I feel different and strange, but unhurt.”
“Damn, Garrus,” Shepard said, running a fretful hand through her hair. “You're human. My brain doesn't know how to process that fact.”
“You think mine does?” Garrus asked while he pulled himself up to sit on the edge of his cot. He rubbed his hand over his face, praying to any Spirits that would listen for an answer to this. “I'm human, Shepard.”
“You're human,” Shepard repeated, standing and stepping forward to sit on the cot beside him. “Is... all of you human?” She pointed at his legs.
“All... oh.” Garrus snorted and raised an eyebrow at her. “Yeah, as far as I can tell.” Thank the Spirits he had his hands draped over his lap, and they were mostly covering the slight tent in his pants. If he had been turian still, his half of a stiffy wouldn't have been as obvious.
How did humans deal with that? While Shepard called Chakwas, unsure of what else to do, Garrus began to flex the muscles in his legs. He focused on a calf muscle, bending his now flexible foot to force blood flow away from his groin. It took a little while, but he felt his new human dick start to soften. Good, that trick worked for humans as well.
Shepard stood up and paced around the Battery while they waited for Chakwas. “Clothes. You'll need human clothes. Jacob and Thane. Or Zaeed...” she paused, looking him over from head to toe. “You... look tall. I didn't really notice before when I thought you were an intruder. Stand up.”
He did as he was told, standing with his feet flat on the ground. Not moving, his balance was alright.
Shepard stepped closer to him, holding her hand flush against the top of her head. She moved her hand directly forward until it hit him in the middle of his neck. “You're almost a full foot taller than me. Turians are tall, so I guess it translated into your... human form. None of the guys are tall enough. Their clothes won't fit you.”
“I'm sure I'd look fantastic in a skin-tight Cerberus uniform.” Garrus laughed. “No thanks, Shepard.”
An Olive Branch Pt. 1d/?
anonymous
June 5 2012, 19:30:36 UTC
“There are other Cerberus crewmen aboard. I still don't think any of them are very tall either. Looks like you're the odd duckling, Garrus.”
“I'm not sure I understand that phrase,” Garrus said, shifting between one foot and the other.
Shepard shrugged. “I don't know where it originated. Some combination of the ugly duckling and odd man out, I suppose.”
Garrus scratched his chin. “So... am I ugly then? By human standards?”
“No!” Shepard blurted out, covering her mouth with one hand as her cheeks suddenly flushed with color. “No, I mean... by human standards you're... quite h-”
Shepard didn't get to finish her statement as Chakwas entered the room. Chakwas stopped and stared at Garrus on her right, her hand rising to her mouth. “Oh my...” The doctor looked over at Shepard. “Of all of the things that I was expecting when I walked over here, this was not one of them.”
Shepard waved an arm at Garrus. “I didn't know how to explain this in a way that was believable.”
“You know that it's me, Garrus?” Garrus asked, his hands splayed over his chest.
Chakwas smiled. “That was my only logical conclusion, as illogical as it may be. Shepard told me there was an issue with you and to come over. Unless this is some kind of joke and you're trying to make us believe that you're a human Garrus when you're not. But Shepard tends to know her crew well enough that she'd spot an imposter.”
Shepard knew him well enough to know he was himself; it hadn't taken any convincing on his part. Did she really trust her judgment that well? The thought made him smile, human lips curving up and eyes softening.
Shepard's eyes widened when she caught him smiling at her. “I'm, uh, going to look around for at least a shirt for you to wear.” And she left the Main Batter, not turning to look at either Chakwas or Garrus to say good bye.
“Well then, guess it's just the two of us,” Chakwas pointed out, aiming her lit up omni-tool at him. “I'll start by running some scans.”
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(A/N: And I'll leave this here for a little bit. I want to writ a little further, so I can stagger the parts a little. Thanks for reading so far! If anyone is curious about Garrus's hair, it's definitely not a military cut - I'll try to describe it a little more later, and he'll eventually gut it cut more like the image shows. It's all the same length for now.)
Re: An Olive Branch Pt. 1a/?
anonymous
June 6 2012, 05:48:35 UTC
LOL.
I admire that you can do anything non-crack with a prompt like that. If it had been me, it would have started with "One morning, as Garrus Vakarian was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a human." and gone downhill from there.
He's running his talons teasingly over her neck, brushing over her fringe. She chirrups at him, her own talons digging into the exposed flesh of his hips. He's grazing his finger across the red stripes painted on her fringe all the way to the tips. She leans forward to lick the edge of his mandible, curls her tongue around the point.
He's leaning down to her, closing his lips against hers. She sucks on his bottom lip, pulls it into her mouth and nibbles on it gently with her flat teeth. He moans and grabs her jaw with his hands, some of her red hair catching under his fingers. She buries her hands in his hair, scratching her blunt nails against the back of his scalp.
And then he's gripping her shoulders too hard, talons piercing her soft creamy skin. Her red blood pebbles to the surface as he pulls away. She gasps and covers her shoulder, hiding the blood until it starts to run between her fingers. He steps further from her, backing up until she's only a red blur the distance.
“Garrus,” he hears her whisper.
“Shepard,” he whispers back.
But she's gone, and he looks down to stare at his hands. One that he knows with three fingers and talons, covered in thick hide. The other has five fingers, nails flat and skin lighter in color.
Garrus groaned as he sat up in his cot in the Main Battery. It had been well over a week since he had dreamed about Shepard. All the dreams were relatively the same with him trying to be with her and failing in the end. They were never fulfilling, sensual and lusty at first, but always full of regret and pain in the end. He could hardly fantasize about his Commander - his teammate - his friend - without their difference in species making the fantasy take a turn for the worst.
He had been pretty sure Shepard had been propositioning for the sexy kind of “easing tension” before they had destroyed the Collector's base, but Garrus had laughed it off with a shrug and told her that he didn't realize she felt like sparring. Shepard's face had done that crinkle in the brows and quirk of the lips thing that Garrus associated with Shepard not getting the response that she wanted. But she had played along with it, telling the turian that she'd go a round with him. He had let the offer slide since he wasn't going to let her hand his ass to him on a silver platter if she really was up for fighting.
That day marked the beginning of the dreams of Shepard. The possibilities. The what ifs. The could-have-beens. Garrus thought that they both knew that they weren't exactly compatible. Any joining of theirs would be a terribly awkward interspecies fiasco.
Garrus didn't know how willing Shepard would have been willing to try despite that. He avoided talking about sex around her. No more stupid conquest stories that he probably shouldn't have told her in the first place. He had felt too comfortable around her and overstepped that line between Commanding Officer and crewman. Shepard was a good sport though, didn't let his slips alter her judgments on him as a teammate, and he was almost always there beside her.
Before he could conjure another thought of never getting the chance to feel her smooth body against him, Garrus shook his head and dropped his face into his left hand.
Suddenly, everything felt wrong.
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Both his hands ran over his face, feeling his cheeks, nose, and hard jaw. His mandibles, his crest, all of it was gone. He pinched his cheeks and felt the skin stretch and bunch under his fingers. He let his hands move over his forehead, and his fingers caught on the hair at the top of his head. He had hair. He ran his fingers through the thick strands all the way to the back of his head and down towards his neck. It seemed longer than what he was used to seeing on human men.
Looking down, he almost wasn't surprised to find more of the brownish skin on the rest of his body. Smooth skin over muscles that turians didn't have. And there were nipples. He had heard of these and seen them in a few pictures. What did human males have them for? He pinched a darkened circle between his thumb and finger, and he gave a startled gasp at the strange feeling that shot straight to his dick.
Garrus briefly checked out his flat and bare feet with their five toes each, but discovering the fate of his manhood was the new goal. He had to untie his sleeping trousers since they were too tight around his stomach, leaving an angry pinkish line just below the navel that turians didn't have either. When he peaked at the half-erect thing hanging between his legs that was nestled in coarse dark hark, Garrus wasn't sure what to think. Humans had outer plumbing; he knew that. Besides that, the coloring and hair, it didn't seem so different. He dared not touch it though, so he closed his pants to hide his genitals from his view until he could look at it closer.
Some time between falling asleep last night and him waking, Garrus had become human. As the shock settled in, Garrus bolted up from the bed. His feet slapped the cool surface of the floor, and he wobbled sideways to lean on the main gun's console to his right. Used to walking on a smaller portion of his foot, his steps felt too heavy.
He didn't have much more time to process his feelings on being turned into a human because just as he heard the door swish open and he started to turn to see who had entered, he found himself bent forward over the console. Someone held his arm bent back awkwardly behind him and their other hand gripped his hair to push his head down.
“Who are you?” They barked, tugging Garrus's arm further back.
Garrus grunted in response until he found his voice. “Shepard, wait. Shep-”
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Shepard squatted onto the floor in front of him, nearly in his lap as she leaned forward between his legs, and she suddenly grabbed his face between her hands. Garrus stared at her, the pain in his shoulder momentarily forgotten as her bright green eyes roamed over his face. He swallowed hard, trying to follow the flitting movement of her eyes. Her brows creased and uncreased, rose and fell. Her mouth parted ever so slightly, and she sucked in a breath as her finger grazed over the skin graph patch still on the side of his face. Her fingers brushed lightly over the bumpy scars healing on his chin and across his lower lip. Garrus let his tongue dart out to wet his suddenly dry lips when Shepard's gaze and fingers dropped below his chin and traced the bandage over his collarbone.
Garrus felt his body warm and respond to the caress of Shepard's fingers on his skin. He gazed again at her parted lips, wondering how she would react if he tried to steal a kiss from her. He was human now; he had lips to kiss her with, even though he wasn't sure of the mechanics behind it. Garrus didn't know what this meant just yet though. Indulging in a fantasy would only end up bad again he had to remind himself.
“Garrus,” she whispered.
“Shepard,” he whispered back.
Shepard sat back with her legs tucked under her. “I don't believe this.”
“Neither do I,” Garrus replied, noticing the distinct lack of multiple vocals in his voice. He sounded slightly higher than he remembered. “I... woke up like this.”
Shepard just looked at him a little while longer, and he wondered if she was as interested in his nipples as her eyes seemed to say she was. “I... don't even know where to start with the questions. Do you at least feel okay?”
Garrus shrugged, wincing at the slight pain the movement caused. “Other than the whack to the shoulder, I feel different and strange, but unhurt.”
“Damn, Garrus,” Shepard said, running a fretful hand through her hair. “You're human. My brain doesn't know how to process that fact.”
“You think mine does?” Garrus asked while he pulled himself up to sit on the edge of his cot. He rubbed his hand over his face, praying to any Spirits that would listen for an answer to this. “I'm human, Shepard.”
“You're human,” Shepard repeated, standing and stepping forward to sit on the cot beside him. “Is... all of you human?” She pointed at his legs.
“All... oh.” Garrus snorted and raised an eyebrow at her. “Yeah, as far as I can tell.” Thank the Spirits he had his hands draped over his lap, and they were mostly covering the slight tent in his pants. If he had been turian still, his half of a stiffy wouldn't have been as obvious.
How did humans deal with that? While Shepard called Chakwas, unsure of what else to do, Garrus began to flex the muscles in his legs. He focused on a calf muscle, bending his now flexible foot to force blood flow away from his groin. It took a little while, but he felt his new human dick start to soften. Good, that trick worked for humans as well.
Shepard stood up and paced around the Battery while they waited for Chakwas. “Clothes. You'll need human clothes. Jacob and Thane. Or Zaeed...” she paused, looking him over from head to toe. “You... look tall. I didn't really notice before when I thought you were an intruder. Stand up.”
He did as he was told, standing with his feet flat on the ground. Not moving, his balance was alright.
Shepard stepped closer to him, holding her hand flush against the top of her head. She moved her hand directly forward until it hit him in the middle of his neck. “You're almost a full foot taller than me. Turians are tall, so I guess it translated into your... human form. None of the guys are tall enough. Their clothes won't fit you.”
“I'm sure I'd look fantastic in a skin-tight Cerberus uniform.” Garrus laughed. “No thanks, Shepard.”
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“I'm not sure I understand that phrase,” Garrus said, shifting between one foot and the other.
Shepard shrugged. “I don't know where it originated. Some combination of the ugly duckling and odd man out, I suppose.”
Garrus scratched his chin. “So... am I ugly then? By human standards?”
“No!” Shepard blurted out, covering her mouth with one hand as her cheeks suddenly flushed with color. “No, I mean... by human standards you're... quite h-”
Shepard didn't get to finish her statement as Chakwas entered the room. Chakwas stopped and stared at Garrus on her right, her hand rising to her mouth. “Oh my...” The doctor looked over at Shepard. “Of all of the things that I was expecting when I walked over here, this was not one of them.”
Shepard waved an arm at Garrus. “I didn't know how to explain this in a way that was believable.”
“You know that it's me, Garrus?” Garrus asked, his hands splayed over his chest.
Chakwas smiled. “That was my only logical conclusion, as illogical as it may be. Shepard told me there was an issue with you and to come over. Unless this is some kind of joke and you're trying to make us believe that you're a human Garrus when you're not. But Shepard tends to know her crew well enough that she'd spot an imposter.”
Shepard knew him well enough to know he was himself; it hadn't taken any convincing on his part. Did she really trust her judgment that well? The thought made him smile, human lips curving up and eyes softening.
Shepard's eyes widened when she caught him smiling at her. “I'm, uh, going to look around for at least a shirt for you to wear.” And she left the Main Batter, not turning to look at either Chakwas or Garrus to say good bye.
“Well then, guess it's just the two of us,” Chakwas pointed out, aiming her lit up omni-tool at him. “I'll start by running some scans.”
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(A/N: And I'll leave this here for a little bit. I want to writ a little further, so I can stagger the parts a little. Thanks for reading so far! If anyone is curious about Garrus's hair, it's definitely not a military cut - I'll try to describe it a little more later, and he'll eventually gut it cut more like the image shows. It's all the same length for now.)
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But seriously, great job and can't wait to see the rest.
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I admire that you can do anything non-crack with a prompt like that. If it had been me, it would have started with "One morning, as Garrus Vakarian was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a human." and gone downhill from there.
Please keep going.
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