Two Spacey Fics De-Anoned

Title: For the Betterment of All
Rating: M
Fandom: Among Us
Pairing/Characters: Crewmate(s), Impostor(s)
Critical Tags: Body Horror, Impostor Worldbuilding
Summary: Day in, day out on the Skeld is fairly routine. Follow the rules. Get your tasks done. Try not to think too hard about the complete and utter unknown surrounding the ship as it ping-pongs back and forth between the stars.

Red's more than OK with this pattern.
Written for Space Swap 2021.
Excerpt:

He set the fuel canister down with a clunk. Pausing for a moment, Red arched his back and stretched while he continued to delay making any decision. Movement from the opposite end of storage caught his attention. Red felt his mood lift when he spotted a familiar green plant stalk pop up over the crates and- oh. It was just Lime.

His fellow crewmate breezed by without so much as a glance. Red pursed his lips and tamped down the disappointment. Lime was an oblivious jerk. And he wore the same hat as Red’s friend even though Blue had started wearing the little plant stalk way before Lime had earned enough credits to buy his own from the MIRA acquisitions shop.

Now in an even more sour mood than previously, Red trudged down the corridor towards the center of the ship. When he reached the divot into Admin his spirits were immediately buoyed again. “Blue!” he greeted excitedly. She did a little hop in the doorway to keep from colliding directly into him.

“R-red, hey,” she replied with an obvious flush even through her visor. The jolly little plant on her helmet bobbed with every twitch of her head. It was adorable.

Title: Knockout
Rating: G
Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy
Pairing/Characters: Kaidan Alenko/Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian
Critical Tags: Established Relationship, Field Medicine
Summary: They have to patch up Shepard's hands after a scuffle with the ambassador. Never a dull moment working with a Spectre, huh?
Written for Writing Rainbow Nail Polish round.
Excerpt:

“That was… an interesting strategy,” Kaidan offered. He was leaning against the bathroom sink, his arms crossed and an eyebrow arched as he considered the pair next to him. “Did you know that the ambassador was combat trained or was that just as pleasant a surprise for you as it was for me?”

Shepard leveled a glare at him. She was sitting on the closed toilet, crammed into the relatively tiny room that was not intended for three bodies. In her black cocktail dress and face done up with actual makeup, it still managed to have teeth behind it. The woman could be intimidating in any situation. “I plead the fifth,” she replied shortly. That was an answer on its own.