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babygirlgarrus7 · 11 months

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Foundings

Warnings: swearing, politics, fluff, angst (naturally)

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POV GARRUS

Garrus laid on the luxury soft bed looking up at the galaxy, watching the stars and blackness of where they laid. It was quiet beside the humming of the Normandy or the bubbles of the fish tank. If he wasn’t down in the Crew Member area or lounge with the others, he was here. In Shepard’s quarters. Laying in the bed that they both shared about 6 months ago.

He could still smell her lavender scent on the pillow just the place not warm but ice cold. His mandibles twitched from the sudden sunken feeling he kept getting. Garrus only had felt this feeling maybe 2 or 3 times. The first one was when him and his family found out about his mother sickness, how she wouldn’t be able to pull through it. Second the realization of knowing his teammates were being massacred by the Omega thugs. The last one…well…Shepard.

Garrus’s dreams is haunted by how he had to let go of Shepard, when she barreled head first toward the Citdal. Without him. “There is no Shepard without Vakarian.” Her haunting voice would echo. To his guilt he felt like he failed her, letting her go alone. Maybe if he was there, she could have walked out alive. Be alive. Be her…

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He didn’t flinch, didn’t move, hells he didn’t want to speak. Garrus wanted to be left alone, alone in his thoughts. “Garrus?” Spirits…Liara.

He let out a long sigh before sitting up and walking to the door. “Come in.” He said softly before sitting is the desk chair Shepard would sit in. Could be in.

The fresh dexto noodles hit his nostrils. Garrus didn’t even realize he was hungry until the growl that burst through the room. He usually would be embarrassed but instead he looked up at Liara. She smiled softly at him. “I figured that you were hungry, it’s been almost 10 hours since you haven’t come down.”

“I guess I lost track of time.” Garrus lied and he knows that Liara knew that he lied. She set the tray on the desk.

After a quiet couple of moments and him not even glancing at the food just at the tank, Liara spoke. “Tali was going to come up here and give a whole speech for you,” He snapped his head over to her after she let out a chuckle then Liara sighed. “We all miss her you know?”

Garrus knew that, he wasn’t blinded by the fact that Tali the first couple of weeks would drink and drink until she would sleep on the couch. Liara isolating. Joker has been not so talkative, since Garrus isn’t the only one who lost their companion. James would spar with anyone who was willing. Steve would try to be the pulling center to have everyone come to peace. Even Javik was upset in his own Prothean way.

It wasn’t until last week where everyone was coping with the fact that their Commander isn’t here. Not Garrus, when playing cards he missed the laughter coming from next to him when James and Steve would bicker. Or when standing around talking missed the vocals he heard when she talked. It wasn’t the same.

When Garrus didn’t answer and looked at the fishes Liara leveled with him. Her eyes looking at his. “She is alive,” Garrus whispered. “She has to be. Yet,” He paused watching as Liara stood up and sat against the wall next to the bathroom. “I don’t know if I believe that anymore.”

Liara sighed and nodded her head, thinking. “Have you read the Externet?”

“Yeah I haven’t seen anything.” He admitted. Garrus would be on there for hours refreshing over and over again until the next headline. Read it. Move on.

“I haven’t found anything yet, my agents haven’t responded still. Everyone is across the galaxy, I’m hoping that eventually we will hear that they found her, alive.” She murmured.

Garrus tapped one of his talons against the desk. The same sunk feeling. When Garrus didn’t put her name on the wall of the fallen, Liara immediately searched for days. Tali was and has been hopeful as well, really everyone has. Hope is a dangerous game to play, you can be successful in winning it or fail miserably.

Liara chuckled for a moment and Garrus looked down at her. Raising his face plates. “Do you remember when Shepard actually flipped the Mako.”

Garrus smiled he remembered how Shepard was pissed as they got out. It was on a grass type planet, monkeys took an important part from a Alliance drone. Instead of hitting one she swerved and flipped completely. Shepard was yelling at the monkey while it stared at her blankly walking away then called Joker to pick them up.

“How could I forget? Her yelling at the monkey,” He chuckled, actually chuckled. Which hasn’t happened since before landing on Earth to defeat the Reapers. Liara smiled and shook her head. “Joker was confused on why 20 minutes later he had a pick up.”

“She did not hear the end of it for months after.” Liara said laughing.

They both fell quiet before Liara inhaled, she was about to speak until the room was interrupted by a voice ringing through the room. “Hey, we are about 3 hours from Earth I would suggest to get freshened up for the new council.” Joker announced, his voice sounding a bit normal.

Liara and Garrus looked at each other then up. “New council?” Garrus asked.

“Yeah, Steve got the comms to work and Hatchet patched through. Sounds like the old council got killed as well.” Joker said. “So get showering, no one wants the smell of road kill bud.”

“Yeah yeah,” Garrus said waving his hands in the air like Joker was here. Joker just chuckled before it went silent again. Garrus looked down and sighed. “The galaxy has to keep moving.”

Liara sighed as Garrus helped her up from her sitting position. “Unfortunately that is how it goes doesn’t it?” Garrus nodded and watch her walk out. “Best suit Garrus.” She called out as the door closed behind her.

He froze for a moment before shaking himself awake. Garrus walked into the shower and turned it on. He inhaled deeply letting his talons hit the water. Warm. How she would like it, usually he would like it a bit warmer but she told him it’s healthier for her hair to have it in the middle. (Even though he looked it up and its freezing cold water.)

Garrus walked out and walked to a corner of the closet where he had certain armor and clothing in the corner. “You can bring things up here so you can be comfortable. Or if we are cuddling. Or when we…” She coughed when he slapped her ass.

He chuckled. “Miss me that much Shepard?” The tease, the start of a back and forth tease.

She snapped her head over, those beautiful green and brown eyes. Hazel. It reminded him of planets that had green sceneries with mountains. “Eh, no you just keep me company Vakarian.” How her vocals become silky when she teases.

“You always will have my company, my dear.” He said with more of a growl in the end. He didn’t mean to but damn Shepard made him feel ways that he never knew he could. Garrus walked over to her wrapping his arms around her. She exhaled deeply leaning into his touch, Putting her arms against his, while watching her fish.

“I think we need to shower.” She blurted out. He huffed letting go of her to pull her to face him.

“How long can we be?” He asked leaning down to kiss her neck.

Garrus opened his eyes as the water trickled down his body, the echo of her laughter in the back of his mind. He inhaled deeply as he started to finish up washing the rest of his soap off. Going back to Earth was hard for him to face, the last time he went was the last time he saw Shepard. He just hoped that it will be just a quick meeting and that would be that.

He got into his favorite suit, the one he wore back when Shepard and him went on their date on the SilverStrip. Spirits…What a night, the way the lights of the bar illuminated their bodies as they danced. They way her leg was latched on to his hip. Damn it how it made her smile.

Those hours went by quickly as he stood behind Joker as they watched Earth come into view. There was still ships that were blown up to bits, different kinds of course. Quarian, Turian, Asari, Salarian, Krogan, Geth hell even Batarian ships. Shepard did all this, had racies come together to defeat the almighty Reapers. Other ships floating around cleaning the debris.

“By the Godess.” Liara whispered as they passed a Reaper that the Alliance and Salarian ships, were taking apart.

Joker sighed then pointed. “Look at the Geth. They seem…lifeless…”

Garrus watched as their ships just floated around. Different ships gathering around them taking Geth out. “Seems like they are.” He said as they went into the atmosphere of Earth.

When the headquarters of the Alliance came into view, the destruction and smoke that surrounded the area. It was cleaning up well, just as anyone would want or hope for. Many species helping out lifting the larger things, carrying wounded. Them still finding bodies alive or not have him but more hope to finding Shepard.

“This is Alliance base, Normandy is that you?” The voice rang in front of Joker. The man sounded astonished, excited, thrilled?

“This is the SSV Normandy, we need clearance to land.” Joker asked looking at the landing area. Destroyed and non destroyed ships on the ground.

“You are cleared. Hacket is already waiting for you all. Welcome home Normandy.”

Home. Garrus thought as he turned away and headed towards the others that circled around the map. “We are landing.” Garrus announced as James looked up.

“Ah hell yeah! Can’t wait to actually feel the ground.” He cheered as they walked towards the door.

Garrus looked at the map and were the platform that overlooked everyone. He wish Shepard could see how this all ended, how we won. Actually won. He had his doubts of course, it didn’t look well for a while. Now…Now they are alive. “Garrus?” Tali asked putting her hand on his shoulder.

“I’m coming.” He answered walking side by side with her, the door was already open and the sunlight came peering through.

When Garrus walked out he saw swarm of people applauding, whistling, screaming. Soldiers mostly, from different backgrounds, colors, species. His mandibles twitched, they were being celebrated? Joker was waving as he wobbled down, Liara gave a slight wave and smile, Tali did the same, James was giving high fives, Javik trying his best not to make eye contact, Kaiden doing the same but slightly waving, and Garrus he tried not to pay too much attention but waved anyways.

Hatchet smiled as they approached. “Look alive and well Normandy,” He said looking around at them. “Been eager to see you all in person.” He frowned. “Sorry that the Commander isn’t here to see this.”

He had to expect her name to be dropped every now and then but it still brought that sunk feeling. “As are we.” Liara spoke as the all walked towards the building.

Once walking through the building there were others lined up against the wall with more clapping and cheering. Garrus was…well overwhelmed. There were many thank yous and cheers however, he felt like he was the last person to thank. The person that should be is…

“Oh,” Tali said as they came up with a statue of Shepard. “That’s…uh.”

Hackett looked over to where the statue stood. In the middle of the large room that had sections of hallways. The broken glass windows above to make the room more comfortable or bright naturally. “Uh yes,” He sounded unsure when looking at it. “The council suggested it, the human one.” He whispered while continued.

Garrus looked at it for a while, it was remarkably detailed, even got the small scar on her upper lip. “Garrus,” Tali asked standing next to him. “I think Shepard would blow that up.”

“I would have her a grenade too.” Joker mumbled following the rest of the group.

Garrus chuckled. “Yeah she would, probably yell at the council while doing it.”

Tali laughed a bit. “Let’s hope it’s gone before she sees it.”

Garrus felt his mandibles twitch once again. If she sees it, if she is alive. He walked with Tali as they were walking through the hallway, with no clapping. Just business, people running to and fro to their destination. Hackett walked through the car door that opened with walls that were not as destroyed. The alien council stood at the end. The Turian was a hologram and no other than Primarch Victus. So was the Salarian. The other three he did not recognize. Human, Salarian, and Asari.

“Ah they are here,” The Asari said as she walked towards them. “Pleasure to finally meet you.” She extended her hand to Garrus who shook her hand.

The human nodded his head before looking at the others. “Shall we begin?”

Victus nodded his head and the Salarian as well. “Normandy, I am very happy to see you all well,” Victus said as he itched the side of his mandible. “Wish I was there in person to hand out the medals we have.”

The Asari nodded her head as she stood next to the others. “Unfortunately that is not what is brought here today, tomorrow will be the celebration.”

“Celebration?” Kaiden asked as he looked over at them.

“Well of course. You are the heros at the end of it all.” The Salarian said as he waved his arm to them.

“We are here to greet you and ask for report of your travels is all and our…” The Asari stopped before frowning. “Condolences to loosing your Commander.”

“One of our best Spectres,” The human said putting his hands behind his back. “We will be celebrating her as well, tomorrow.”

Garrus looked over at Tali who looked at him. She glared at him and shook her head slightly. She knew just as well as him is that no one needed that right now. We need to know if she found or find her. “Are you not looking for her still?” Garrus asked looking at Victus.

Victus looked over at the Asari before looking up again. “We…We have been searching for her since the war ended. However, we haven’t found any sort of information about her being alive or dead.”

“We might cut the funding of finding her,” Garrus snapped his head over the the Salarian. “It is getting quiet expensive, which we can not afford at the moment.”

“Afford,” The word echoed through the room behind them. Garrus turned, it was a lady, in Alliance Admiral uniform. Her hair was slicked back into a bun and she had fair white skin. She looked just like Shepard but older with more white in her hair. “Please Jarro like anyone is going to be paying for what the Reapers left behind.”

“Admiral Shepard, we didn’t expect you to be in this meeting.” The Asari said with a smirk on her face.

The Admiral walked passed the crew and stood in front. “I never do plan on attending these meetings but since my daughter’s crew is standing here. I wanted to meet them,” She turned to them and smiled. “Which I am thrilled they are alive and standing.”

“Admiral this meeting was strictly for them, you have no…” Jarro started to say before she snapped her head over.

“Jarro I don’t have time for this the search for people including my daughter the one you plaster all over the galaxy is still being searched for. We have an Asari company giving those funds on top of Turian. The Korgan clan leader Wrex graciously did as well.” She handed a holopad to the human councilor. He looked down at the pad and nodded to the Asari who took it as well.

Jarro crossed his arms. “It’s been 8 months Admiral Shepard. She could be dead by now.”

“Could be. It has already been approved on the human council,” She inhaled deeply. “Which if I may is not your jurisdiction anyways. This was more as an informant for the Loula and Victus.”

Garrus smirked a bit, now he knows where his Shepard gets the spice. He always admired how Mila would shake the room around her with just words. Would put anyone in their spot who needs to be. He turned to see Hackett pinching the bridge of his nose. It was silent for a moment before a sigh left the salarian’s lips.

“Alright, we will continue this search of yours however…”

“Counselors,” Another voice came from behind it was a short man holding a pad. “You all might want to see this.”

When they granted that he could videos popped up on screens, it was a news coverage, it looked familiar to Garrus. His eyes widened as they all watched a group of men and women gathering in one spot. “This is Clove Beckom coming at you live from London. This was the last location of the sighting of Shepard, no one has found her until now.”

Admiral Shepard shifted seemed like she froze then she snapped her head over at the Counselors. “What is this? Is this true?” Her voice cracked as she snapped her head back at the solider who just stood there and nodded once.

The solider nodded his head. “I just received this message about 10 minutes ago.”

The Admiral’s omitool went off, all eyes on her. Her hand shook as she clicked it. “Admiral,” Garrus held his breath for the next line. “We found Commander Shepard. Ma’am. She is alive.”

“By the goddess.” Liara whispered. The crew was just as shocked didn’t know what to say or do. How could they? This whole time they believed she died went down and killed the Reapers.

Not Garrus, he knew she had to be but Garrus couldn’t believe it still. He is here and now she is alive.

#garrus vakarian #mass effect trilogy #garrus x femshep #shakarian #femshep #garrus #garrus x shepard #turian x human #mila reneè shepard

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mahiiimahiiii · 5 months

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Geriatric, naked, and slightly soft and round femshep.

That's it. Send post.

#this is my post me3 fantasy #mom shep to her adopted kids and small krogan #packs grunts lunch and leaves him little doodles #the rest of arlack company gets littke doodles now #turian dad human mom #thats really hard to explain as a kid i think #anyways geriatric garrus is a fun thought too #peace and love #mass effect trilogy #mass effect #commander shepard #mass effect 3 #post mass effect 3 #garrus vakarian #garrus x shepard #snippet #shakarian

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swordmaid · 1 year

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jb mass effect au imagine brienne as a turian

#thoughts are being thunk #I just want brienne as an alien tbh if not turian then krogan #omg not krogan bri x human jaime good luck 🫢🫢

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snarky-badger · 2 years

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It All Started with a Barfight Blitz - Chapter 2

Nihlus Kryik x Original Female Character (Turian/Human relations)

Rated M. Smut will come later

Lena sent a message to one of her other employees, hoping that the promise of overtime pay would get them to come in to relieve her for the night. Nihlus was over dealing with C-Sec. Apparently having a Spectre give a retelling of events was better than her own first hand experience, which rankled a little, but considering her mood, it was better if she was kept far away from any source of authority that might irritate her further.

Sullen, and with a headache that could kill a varren, she was holding a cold pack to her throbbing temple with one hand while angrily glaring at the damage that had been done to her beloved bar.

At least two tables and three chairs were damaged beyond repair, pieces of them littering the floor. It was a small miracle that no bystander had gotten hurt - she'd have to thank My'liya for that. The asari's biotic barrier had protected more than just Ajana.

Lena supposed she was lucky that she'd just lost some furniture and a few glasses. It could have been much, much, worse.

Sighing again, she sent a glance towards Rkar, who was looming over the young krogan. The younger of the two had woken up after only five minutes of unconsciousness and assumed the fight was still on. One snarl from the bigger krogan had ended that idea right fast.

"Lena, Goddess, are you alright?"

She tried to force a smile as My'liya and Ajana approached her, both of them concerned. "Yeah. I'm okay."

"Are you certain? You headbutted a krogan," Ajana frowned, reaching out to gently lift the cold pack from Lena's forehead and scowling at the growing bump there. "Hm. You need some Medi-gel. Do you have any?"

"Behind the bar. I have a small emergency kit near the right-most sink," Lena answered, knowing better than to argue. While Ajana headed for the bar, My'liya started to corral her towards a booth. "Really, I'm okay. I gotta start cleaning this mess up."

"Sit down." There was no room for argument in My'liya's tone, the asari staring at her until Lena huffed a sigh and obediently sat down on one of the high backed booth seats. "Now, let me look at that. Honestly, girl, what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I didn't want idiots shooting each other in my bar."

"So you jumped into the middle of it unarmed?"

"...maybe."

My'liya gave her a look that plainly stated that she was resisting the urge to smack her, and was close to failing.

Luckily for her, both of them were distracted by the turian C-Sec agent that joined them, and Lena huffed in irritation when My'liya gave her another warning look.

"Do you need me to call a Medic for you, Ma'am? I don't think humans should turn that shade of white."

"I'm fine, Officer," Lena bit out, sighing afterwards when he frowned at her harsh tone, rumbling lowly. "Sorry. I'm sorry. It's been a bad day. I'm alright, honest. I have a friend getting some Medi-gel for me, and I've already called some my staff to come take my shift for the rest of the night."

"I'll keep an eye on her," Nihlus said as he joined them, ignoring the irritated look that Lena shot him. "My Spectre training included basic medical care for humans."

The C-Sec agent paused for a moment, then, when Nihlus drew himself up a little, mandibles flaring, nodded quickly. "Yes, sir."

God, the posturing. Lena wished the headbutt had knocked her out. She wasn't even involved with him and Nihlus was already acting all possessive. Fuck.

Before she could offer a snide comment, Ajana returned with a small tube of Medi-gel, and Lena nodded to her in thanks, not wanting to gain My'liya's wrath for being rude to her girlfriend/soon to be Bonded.

Heavy footsteps announced Rkar's entrance into her new personal audience, and Lena sighed as she met the old krogan's golden gaze, so different from Nihlus' emerald. "Hey."

He grunted in response as he claimed the opposite seat from her. "You okay?"

"My head hurts."

He chuckled. "Lucky you still have a skull after that stunt."

"He has a point," Nihlus chipped in as he sent a curious look to a protective My'Liya, who eyed him up and down before stepping aside to give him room to approach Lena. "I suppose you taught her that, Rkar?"

"Never said she should use it on a krogan though."

"I'm okay," Lena lied when Nihlus knelt to be closer to her eye level, gently grasping her chin and tugging the cold pack away from her forehead.

"You headbutted a krogan," the turian frowned with a subvocal rumble of worry. "It's a miracle you're still conscious."

"She's got a thick skull," Rkar drawled. "In more ways than one."

My'liya snorted a laugh, not even pretending to be sorry for it, even when Ajana gave her a small shove. "What? He's not wrong, love!"

Rolling his eyes, Nihlus didn't let her pull free as he continued to examine her, though Lena did manage to glare at the krogan out of her corner of her eye. "Thank. You. Rkar," she growled, seething when the krogan grinned at her.

"Is that Medi-gel?" Not waiting for an answer, Nihlus snatched up the tube, giving it a critical once over, making sure it wasn't expired, before opening it. He paused, glancing at his gloved hands, before throwing propriety out the window and using his teeth to tug off his right glove.

Lena blinked at him, knowing what it meant that he was touching her without gloves, in public. Those talons flashed in the lights of the bar as he squeezed some of the gel onto his fingers, then gently, so gently that she barely felt him touch her, spread it across her temple.

The throbbing pain from the growing bump instantly vanished, the skin knitting together as the cut and bruise healed. She shivered again when Nihlus brushed the pad of his thumb over the healed site, his skin warm and dry and almost suede-like.

"That's better," he muttered, eyes darting over her face in search of more wounds before sighing, shifting his bare hand so he was cupping her cheek in his palm. "Please don't do that again."

There was an affronted mutter from his right, and Nihlus sent a withering glare in the other male turians' direction, along with a sub-vocal snarl that was basically an angry version of 'mind your own business'. The other turian - a younger C-Sec agent - bristled a little, but dropped his gaze and wisely moved away.

"So adorable," My'liya smiled, that smile turning into a grin when Nihlus huffed and eyed her warily. "What? I'm all for it. Lena's been alone too long."

"Are you matchmaking again? Need I remind you of what happened the last time, you tried to get two people together?" Ajana frowned, nudging her girlfriend with an elbow. "Tharsiss still won't talk to me! And I work with him!"

"How was I to know the asari I set him up with was in league with the Aria?"

"And that turian you tried to set Lena up with? The second in command of an anti-human coalition?"

"He had such pretty markings!"

Ajana dropped her face into a hand with a sigh, then peered at My'liya, who merely gave her a guilty smile and shrugged. "You're lucky I love you."

"Yup!" My'liya leaned over to kiss Ajana's cheek, then turned away. "All right all of you! Either help clean up this mess or get out of my way!"

"Your friends, hm?" Nihlus murmured to Lena, who gave him a 'please save me from them' look in return, pulling an amused trill from him. Ignoring the rising chaos behind him, he allowed himself to thumb her cheek again, feeling that soft skin one last time, before reluctantly pulling away and replacing his glove.

"Looks like Lena's not the only thick-skulled one," Rkar commented, chuckling when Lena turned her head to glare at him. Then he sobered, eyes narrowing as he leaned forward in the huge booth and got into Nihlus' face. "This kid is mine in every way except biological. So if you hurt her, in any way, I'll kill you. Got it?"

Nihlus bristled, growling lowly. Almost allowed himself to give a sharp retort. But held back. Rkar was being protective, and despite his... rudeness, Nihlus could at least appreciate where the krogan was coming from.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said after a moment, receiving a pleased smirk from the krogan and a blink of surprise from Lena. Quirking a mandible at her in a lopsided smile, Nihlus rose to his feet again, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to ease the tension in his muscles. "So, when are you expecting your employee to get here?"

Lena glanced at her omni-tool. "Kesia should be here soon. And maybe Dessius too. He said he'd come in and help."

Nihlus smiled at little upon recognizing the asari and turian styled names, once again surprised at the company she kept. "Good. There's one last thing, however. C-Sec wants to know if you have any security feeds of the... altercation."

"I'll go," Rkar muttered, waving at Lena to sit back down when she started to get up. "They won't stick around much longer if I start glaring at 'em."

"Charming," Nihlus commented as he watched the krogan lumber towards the office, which was set to the far right of the bar, the colouring of the door blending in so well that if he hadn't noticed it, he might have missed it all together. "So."

Lena ran a hand through her short hair, then rubbed at her face, scratching away some of the dried blood from the healed wound. "I should go help My'liya clean up before she scares away the last of my patrons."

"She is a... what's the term? A force of nature?"

"That's the one. Sorry your quiet night out turned into total chaos."

"Oh, it isn't totally ruined. I met you didn't I? Speaking of I wanted to ask if you wanted to join me for a stroll around the Presidium tomorrow?" Nihlus allowed a purr to escape him when she blushed, those pale blue eyes of hers widening in surprise. "There's a little restaurant that serves levo and dextro food that I think you'd enjoy."

She shivered at the dual-toned purr that washed over her, blinking when My'liya made frantic nodding gestures at her from behind Nihlus' back.

"...yes. Yeah, I'd like that," Lena found herself saying before her common sense could kick in, though the brilliant, happy, turian smile he gave her did undo some of the foreboding in her heart.

"Great! Here, what's your omni-tool code?" Nihlus opened his own and scrolled through it as he rattled off his own personal number, chirping when she sent him a confirmation. "We can meet here before catching a cab if you'd like? Or I could pick you up at your place?"

"I have to talk to My'liya and Ajana about possibly bar-tending at their Bonding Ceremony tomorrow morning, so meeting here would work best," Lena said as she received a quick ping from him. "Is that okay?"

"It's perfect." It had been a long time since he'd looked forward to a date. Hell, Nihlus hadn't actually been interested in anyone in years beyond a little fun stress relief. But this little human, something about her drew him to her. "Tomorrow, here, around noon, Citadel time?"

"Sounds good."

"Good." Uncaring of the audience, Nihlus bent down and nuzzled her cheek, before pressing his mouth plates to her lips, rumbling a pleased purr as he pulled away afterwards. "Tomorrow then."

Lena blinked slowly as Nihlus strode away, her mind taking a moment to recover from the kiss. Turians didn't kiss, but holy hell, someone had taught Nihlus.

When her thoughts had restarted, she spied My'liya giving her an enthusiastic thumbs up, glanced towards Rkar who looked amused as all hell, then dropped her face into her hands.

What had she gotten herself into?

#nihlus kryik #nihlus x oc #turians #turian x human #snarky is writing #I am obsessed with this turian #it's all praise-kink-anon's fault #lmao #mass effect #original characters #fanfiction #fanfic #nihlus x female oc

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uglynicc · 2 months

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Bloodletting

So this is happening 🤷 If you're here for Arlius, my turian slasher oc, boy are you in luck

Read on ao3 if you're interested in exploring toxic villains, but heed the warnings and tags as they update

#mass effect oc #turian oc #turian x human #turian slasher oc #no idea how often I'll update this #but I have enough brain rot for a few chapters at least #kitchen sink writing #blood #slasher

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silver-turian95 · 1 year

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Mass Effect Series: Light Within Darkness Part 1

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persephoneggsy · 3 months

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so i did this a while back, finally remembered it, and now i'm posting it

Mass Effect x Dragon Age AU

I did one of these already, sort of, for ME: Andromeda, but this one is set in the Milky Way.

Elaborations below:

Merrill is a quarian who was exiled from the Migrant Fleet. She's looking for a way not to destroy the geth, but to bring them back under quarian control, thinking they're too valuable a resource to just get rid of. Unfortunately, this made many quarians view her as dangerous, and she was exiled for the crime of experimental geth research. Making Merrill a quarian was the first choice I did for this AU, I think it fits really well.

Aveline is an asari. I'd considered krogan or turian, or simply keeping her human, but in the end I went with asari mostly because Aveline always struck me as condescending in the same way many asari are, lol. She's a commando who later moved to the Citadel to join C-SEC.

Isabela is a turian. She's a barefaced turian, meaning she has no association to a colony. Instead of following the typical turian tradition of proudly serving in the Hierarchy's military, Isabela instead ran off to become a space pirate, specializing in smuggling. She frequents the bars around Omega and has earned herself a fearsome reputation among the mercenaries.

Bethany remains a human; she grew up on a colony world with her siblings, and had a relatively peaceful childhood, despite the Alliance constantly badgering her parents to send her and her older sister to their biotic training program.

Marian, also a human, eventually ran away from home to become a mercenary. She resented her father for forbidding her and her siblings from joining the Alliance - not because she was particularly patriotic, but she felt like her father's grudge against the Alliance prevented her and her siblings from receiving the best training possible. Her powerful biotics made her both an asset and a target, and she soon caught the eye of a certain Council Spectre...

Fenris is a drell. He was raised under the Compact, an agreement between the drell and the hanar, and his purpose was to become a bodyguard... And then his training group was attacked by batarian slavers and he was taken captive. For many years, Fenris suffered under the batarians' rule, until he finally managed to escape. Unwilling to return home, he instead roams the galaxy, taking out as many batarian slaving operations as he can.

Anders is a human who escaped from a biotic testing facility run by Cerberus. Though this left him with a grudge against Cerberus, he also hates the Alliance, whom he sees as no better and will also use biotic children as weapons. He dreams of establishing a safe haven for biotics, and is willing to go to increasingly drastic measures to see that dream become a reality.

Varric is a volus. Unlike his business-minded brother, Varric does not spend his days negotiating trade agreements or doing finance consultations. Spending his days at the Afterlife bar on Omega, he's an information broker, and a pretty damn good one at that. With his specially crafted weapon Bianca, he's not too bad in a fight, either.

Carver, much like his older sister, left home to seek out his own path, and ended up joining the Alliance against his parents' wishes. He thrived in the military, quickly climbing the ranks due to his strength and competency. He's being primed for N7 training under the wathcful eye of Spectre Sebastian Vael.

Sebastian is a human, and a Council Spectre (I'm imagining this AU as a sort of nebulous period where humanity isn't as looked down upon as they were at the start of ME1, and there are a fair number of human Spectres running around). A wild child in his youth, his parents sent him to the Alliance to straighten him out, and to their relief, it worked like a charm. He specializes in covert missions and favors sniper rifles and tech powers.

#my art #mass effect au #mass effect x dragon age au #sebhawke #yeah it's technically sebhawke bc of course sebastian and marian are going to kiss have you even met me #marian hawke #sebastian vael #i'm not tagging everyone lol #lowkey i was worried about posting this in case Weirdos(tm) saw it and grilled me about my choices but y'know #life is for living etc etc #and yeah a lot of them are obviously based on existing ME characters and backstories but I still like this

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lassieposting · 8 months

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So anyway, things I've been thinking about this morning: Garrus Vakarian probably likes foreign films

Like.

Turians are the Proud Soldier Race Guys. They have an incredibly rigid, collectivist, by-the-book kind of culture, where every single individual is obligated to spend a good chunk of their formative adolescent/young adult years in the military, where Turian Ideals are hammered into them. So they don't seem like they'd have a big media scene glorifying tropes which go against their general cultural values - specifically, in this case, an individual going outside standard procedures to Get Shit Done on their own terms.

And this is a trope that Garrus loves. When we first meet him, he's sick of being the Good Little C-Sec Cop who follows orders and gets swamped with red tape and can't get the bad guy because Procedure Says No. He clearly sees himself as/wants to be the cowboy cop, detective-gone-rogue type, and he's got a pretty romanticised idea of what that would look like in his head. Bless him.

But. He's learned about that trope from somewhere, and I can't really see it being his own people. Especially with a father like Castis, who's so staunchly exactly what's expected from a turian. He seems like the type who'd have strong opinions about what his kids are reading and watching and being influenced by, because while he obviously loves Garrus, he wants him to grow up to fit a certain mould. The Turian version of the wish-fulfilment vigilante flick is the Spectre Movie, but Garrus isn't allowed to watch those, because Castis doesn't approve of Spectres being Outside The Law.

So baby Garrus grows up lowkey feeling stifled by the way society works, and maybe that's a problem with him, so he gets his head down and does his best to be a Good Turian and make his dad proud, and then he gets his discharge papers and goes to work for C-Sec, and suddenly he's living on the Citadel by himself, and he's got free time nobody is telling him to do X or Y with. He's basically moved away from home for the first time - the Citadel is not Turian-controlled, it's a thriving multicultural melting pot with plenty of people living there who don't exactly conform to Turian standards, he's got colleagues with interests he's never even heard of, and he's gonna start seeing new things.

Human superhero films and cop movies with lots of explosions and no paperwork. Small-budget Batarian short films about victorious anti-Hegemony rebellions. Even his own people's Spectre films. Some kid selling drugs in the wards has a Batman comic in his confiscated backpack? Garrus borrows it to browse on his lunch break. Some Salarian ex-STG operative publishes a memoir? Garrus reads it on the shuttle to work. All these people who feel like he does.

Like. Give me Archangel who regularly spouts lines from Batman or X-Men or Krogan Thunder 3 (or whatever the fuck else he's been watching) as part of his Good Guy Victory Speeches, that makes at least one of his multispecies team who Knows That Franchise pull up short and go "Oh my god, you're a nerd."

#mass effect #mass effect headcanons #garrus vakarian

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sol-consort · 3 months

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I am so very glad we have the same opinion on my sweet Adrien! You can't imagine the fucking drought I have been living in when it comes to that hot dilf. I want him tofuck me so often i develop an immunity to the allergic reactions turian fluids can cause. I want him to take me with him as a "human societal advisor" or whatever title he came up with to have an excuse to have me follow him everywhere. I want him to genuinely be enamoured with me. Ugh. I crave this man on a carnal level. -blue anon

Micro-dosing the local primarch turian dilf on human bacteria by having daily make out sessions and convicnising him it's actually for the war you see because Cerberus is on our tail and they might weaponise human bites.

That's how you got one of the most respected turian generals to sit you on his lap each day, claws holding you still by the waist as your soft lips met his hard shell like mouth.

At first, he was hesitant, continuously asking you if you're sure this was going to work. And you'd pat your eyelashes all innocently like any human does to turn the scale in their favour when convincing a turian to let them get their way, so easily they fall to the bait.

The more days went on, the more confident he grew. He even started being the one to seek you out daily on the ship and politely allude for the need to meet in your quarters to discuss the anti-Cerberus strategy. On papers it all seems official and very professional.

But creaks of the bed in the captain's loft says otherwise. Adrien wanting to up his dosage since a simple kiss or ten just can't cut it anymore you see. His body is definitely accumulated to the human mouth bacteria by now so how about he...tries tasting something closer to the source? Spread your legs, he promises to watch the talons.

Oh spirits, you know these people that try building up their pain resistance by inflicting small amounts onto themselves daily but only end up developing a masochism kink instead? Sir Victus here is slowly getting addicated to your taste, the way his whole body shivers the more of your essence he swallows down, the way you're so..fleshy in comparison to him yet somehow deadlier by nature.

He could just eat you up! How can someone like you have a stronger immune system than him? How can the fragile looking humans, even at their strongest, bring a turian to their knees by a simple kiss or exhange of saliva.

He's definitely keeping you around. Ah you see well...since his new position is important, he needs to make sure he prevents any poisoning attempts, including accidental ones from other humans.

And you're already doing a wonderful job, what a great distraction you can be at times, why not come back with him to palavan?

Be his human socialist advisor or an embassy representative or whatever fancy title you want, he never cared for politics. What he cares for is still getting his daily dose of a cute human to squeeze on his lap, of feeling your warmth engulfing his cock while his tongue is down your throat.

He's becoming more immune, he even drank a human soda the other day and didn't pass out until 10 minutes later! That is record time for any turian. So this arrangement must be kept, it's for the betterment of the turian government after all.

#☆blue anon #☆Adrien #☆Smut #☆human kink #adrien victus x reader #smut #turian x reader

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shittybundaskenyer · 8 months

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✹ ▬ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒

rating: Explicit pairing: Female Shepard x Garrus Vakarian summary: the Mako breaks down in a snowstorm on Noveria. Shepard is stuck with her turian friend after some things went sideways in one of the research labs. warnings: first time gone wrong (but then so right), sex pollen, so much kissing, just pure smut (what do you want from me??), does doing it in the Mako is considered car sex?, interspecies sex, love confessions, so much fluff, Garrus is too sweet for his own good word count: 3831

a/n: I had Mass Effect Legendary Edition on my PC for like a year and I'm now cursing myself why I've waited for so long to play the trilogy. The Bioware brainrot took me once more under its influence so I guess I'm going back to my roots. This is almost entirely is pure smut, I guess I can't write anything else nowadays but I'm embracing it now. So have this very rusty, messy love scene I wrote in a frenzy after finishing the trilogy. <33

MASTERLIST | ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN

Noveria is cold and white and still beautiful in that strange way only death can be. It became the noose woven around Garrus’ own neck too, when it twirled his fate and Shepard's own together in form of a messy string.

It only started becoming strange when Shepard started to tear her armor off of her body, but by then all common sense was out, laying dead in the relentless snowstorm. She became feverish, smelling so sweet, like summer, like sun-warmed earth, like arousal that Garrus had realized all too late. They were warned by the dangers of the labs surrounding Peak 15, the tower that was like an old pine ringed by fungi, all the rot and unethical discoveries blooming under the disguise of neat little buildings that twinkled in the darkened landscape—a constellation hiding in a thick cloud of dark matter.

He knows she was curious. He knows she only wanted to help, but Spirits, it will be the death of her one day, N7 or not, she’s only human. And she’s fragile, a goddamn glass cannon that can blow up the whole universe and crumble from hands that grip her a bit too tight at the same time.

Liara’s warning came too late, they had to cut to the chase and there was no time to think about the consequences of Shepard's stray shot breaking open the containment cell of an unnaturally lush, succulent little flower in one of the labs. It didn’t set in until they were in the Mako and she steered the dumb tank even more recklessly than she did it stone cold sober. A boulder came, then the half of the mountain too, raining down thick globes of fresh snow until the Mako was good and well stuck. She was sweating by then, skin hot and wet and her eyes wild and Liara offered to get help from one of the nearby labs, leaving Garrus to protect his commander with his life. From what, he didn’t know. There was nothing, only snow and wind and Shepard’s warmth all around them for miles. But time trickled by like water on a glass window after a storm, slow, sluggish, and Shepard couldn’t keep herself in line anymore.

She pleaded for a caress she always wanted from him and he wanted to give her everything instead.

(Maybe he loved her all along.)

And now, now Liara is gone and has been gone for hours, and Garrus pushes Shepard into the Mako's seat, his forehead meeting hers, something akin to a kiss only lovers do. Her skin is damp, her hair sticking to her face in messed up crimson ribbons and he tries to trace the constellations under her eye with a blunted talon when blood floods her cheeks, making them twinkle like stars adrift a sea of nebulae. The Mako is dark but not dark enough to hide the fire flickering in her gaze, shielded by a series of curved, dark lashes. Humans and their strange hair—eyebrows and lashes and thousands of fair fuzz that stand up as he moves his hand lover, to the vulnerable skin of her throat, swiping a thumb over her pulse that jumps wildly at the touch.

"Kiss me," she whispers, barely audible for the translator to pick up, and it almost sounds like music like this, a series of hisses and high notes, so he nuzzles his way closer to hear it once more, now pleading, the sound buzzing in her throat.

It's beautiful in a way.

"How?" he whispers against the side of her jaw, warm plates against cooler skin, and she puts a hand to his face, five fingers splaying over his colony markings, urging him upwards until her lips can brush over his mouth. It's strange. It's unbelievably soft. Then— wet as her tongue darts out and tries to coax his mouth plates apart.

He takes the leap and lets her in. Even if he has all the sharp teeth, even if it's wildly different from his own experiences. And Spirits, it feels good. It's tender—even though they started to tear at each other's armor before this, even though he has to clench his fingers into a fist before he scratches her in his hurry. This has to be gentle where nothing in the world is.

His tongue meets hers, and now he understands why humans like kissing so much. He does now too. Shepard makes a sound as he tastes the inside of her mouth, the blunt edge of her teeth and sucks in a breath when Garrus pulls back to gaze down at her and find her looking dazed.

"Alright?," he checks, always, afraid of fucking this precious thing up and Shepard has the audacity to smile. Full of teeth and curving lips, a flash of white in the darkness.

"I'm good," she knocks her forehead against his, nuzzling him, "really good."

Garrus kisses her again as an answer, bolder now, so much braver, and he kisses and kisses her until there's no more left to give, until there's no air in her lungs. Something new shines in her eyes, in the pool of darkness that is her pupils, dilated beyond belief, ringed by a thin strip of wild green, a black hole with a halo. Want. Need. Something more. Something unbelievable.

Garrus rumbles deep in his chest, a sound so low she can only feel its vibration against her sternum, the crook of her neck where his face finds a home. His subvocals sing so many things at once, a confession she can't understand, not yet. Contentment. Gratefulness. Lust. Love.

(Maybe I love you.)

She drags her hand across his face again, that delicate, soft hand that is only calloused in places where wielding a gun made the skin harder. She touches his fringe, and under it, where plates turn into the most vulnerable patch of hide he has on his body. His voice grows louder, more like a growl than a purr, and she smiles again, so pretty something under his keelbone jumps and bursts and flickers—a star being born.

"That's—," he starts and he's not proud of the way his voice trembles. "That's one way to give the night a quick start."

Shepard's fingers stop in their movement, but before she could pull away he takes a hold of her forearm and soothes a thumb over the inside of her wrist, guiding her back to that spot.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Spirits, no," he flicks a mandible at her, his way of smiling, and Shepard puts her mouth to his jaw as her confidence grows. Garrus can feel the plates at his sheath slowly parting and somehow he's hyperaware of her body trapped against his, her knee brushing his own, warm even through metal and ceramic plates.

They have to strip down that damn armor, like, right now.

But Shepard knows this, feels this too, and her hand disappears so she can grab the waist of his pants and tug on it, even though turian armor is not designed in a way that it could make it come off easily.

"Help me, will you?" she asks against the side of his mandible, face and incredibly soft lips still so close, her eyelashes brushing his jaw as she looks down between them in the dark and Garrus desperately wishes that he could feel that fluttering. Instead, he's stripping. The rest of his undersuit that was hanging by his hips goes lower when he unfastens every little clasp and belt he has around his spurs.

Shepard licks his mouth. He rumbles again, louder when the thin fabric of protective weave finally pools on the Mako's floor, and he's right up there against her, pressing close, so close, until his keel digs between her breasts and his side is framed by her knees and he kisses her the human way, with so much tongue and want it leaves her breathless.

"How much time do we have?" he asks against the underside of her ear, finding a soft spot there, one that pulls a whimper from her.

"Barely any," she hisses and lets him nibble on the curve of her neck. "Gonna make the most of it?"

"Trying to," he smiles, mandibles catching her messy hair, blood red on silver, hands going up to cradle her nape, to get lost in that soft sea of crimson.

Shepard likes this, likes the feel of his hide on her skin and she wants more, wants no barriers in those minimal, quiet gaps the differences of their bodies create. Negative space filled with heat and some unintelligible emotion, something like summer, something like home. She melds her body to his and Garrus can't help the low resonance his subvocals start to make.

"Am I hurting you?" she whispers as she lays tiny kisses on his neck, just beside the edge of the plates shielding his spine. "You're trembling."

"No, I just—," his breath hitches as those kisses turn into gentle nips. Right where a bondmark would go. Spirits, he's slipping. She can't know this, she can't— "You just found all the good buttons to push."

He feels her smirk on his hide. He wants to have her mark here, even though the thought terrifies him.

(Maybe I love you.)

"You know I'm good at pushing buttons."

Garrus chuckles but it comes out rasped. He doesn't care. Not when he can feel her body vibrating, shivering as his hands finally roam downwards, onto her sides, her hips, the soft of her belly that is so blessedly bare.

He slides a talon along the muscles leading down, around the small divot in the middle, lower still where Shepard's already lifting her hips up to let him free her of her undersuit pants. There's still some fabric that remains, covering her most intimate parts but she grabs his hands and makes him grip the fabric of it in a hurry.

"Pull this down too," she whisper-commands and he obliges, skims the tips of his blunted talons over the jut of her hipbones, a feature all too familiar on a body made of infinite curves. It traps his gaze, the small hills and valleys, freckled here too, and hairy when he gazes lower, a trail of tiny red curls disappearing between lush thighs as he reveals more of her skin.

The undergarment only gets down one leg, dangles on the other by her knee when he pries apart her thighs, makes himself at home right in the cradle of them. This is all too fast and all too hot, but none of them complains as they meet in another heated kiss. She smells different like this, stronger, sweet and tangy and something else, pure arousal he realizes, and Garrus can't hold himself back any longer, can't will the swollen edges of his sheath to stay closed.

"Show me how to touch you," he asks, almost pleads, because damn, he can't be selfish with her, not when he trusts her with his life and wants all the happiness the world can offer for her. That too, is a confession he's not ready to make, not for himself and not for her, but Shepard stops him in his thoughts as she puts her hand back right under his fringe, driving him wild.

"None of that right now," she pants, breathless as his hands go bruising on her hips. "I just want you inside me."

Fuck, this was not the way Garrus thought he would die.

"I don't want to hurt—" she interrupts him with another kiss, then a hand on his stomach, low enough to almost graze the plates on his groin.

"Please, Garrus," it's a plea. Broken and rasped. Raw, like a fresh wound. Why is she suffering?

"Don't let me hurt you. I could not live with myself and the consequences."

"You're sweet," she smiles quietly, looking up at him from under the shadow of those long lashes, eyes burning with fire and want and that same thing that eats his heart alive, while it still beats a wild rhythm only for her.

Garrus touches a hand between her legs, follows the trail of fascinating hair to where it parts in a seam of flesh, soft folds hiding a hot, wet warmth. It's familiar enough, so much more slick and so much smaller, but there's give in the muscle lower, where his finger finally dips inside her. Spirits, that’s—

She angles her hips, and moans, right beside his ear when his finger slips deeper, almost to the last knuckle in one go and damn if that's not something he'll remember for the rest of his life.

"C'mon," her lips brush the word against his mandible. He puts his forehead to hers and pulls his hand away, moving her instead, three fingers splayed on the jut of a hipbone.

It takes a little more shuffling, a little more angling and gripping for him to slot himself right at the apex of her thighs, her warmth scorching here, a sun, a red giant star, her wetness smearing on the bare hide of his stomach and then he's holding her firm and letting his sheath finally, blessedly open, his cock sliding out and into her in a slow, perfect motion.

Shepard doesn't breathe. She can't. Garrus can feel her shuddering against his keel as he keeps filling her, making way for himself inside her even though there's barely any. He never thought she could— that she would have all of him, like this, with her leg cramping up around his hip, with her throat full to bursting with unsaid curses and whimpers. His subvocals scream, his mind fogged by the feeling of her oh so close, so perfect, so beautiful like this, with her hands bruising his neck and her lips open on some silent shout.

"Fuck, Garrus I—," there's a hitch in her breath, then a fluttering squeeze right on his cock, her muscles clenching up. He's gonna lose his mind just like how he lost control of his voice.

(I love you.)

“I got you,” he murmurs instead, eyes half-closed, hands still gripping her waist. “I got you sweetheart.”

Shepard squirms, pulls his face right down to her, then lower, into the crook of her neck and a deep urge surfaces in him, an instinct buried deep under centuries of civilized life and culture, yet it was never erased from his genes. He evolved like this, with the want, the need, to bite, to mark something that he wants to forever keep his own. Turians mate for life. If she leaves now, he thinks he will die. Can another soul be ripped from his own? He would gladly lay in a cold grave with her. Would follow her to the end of the universe and back, just so he can protect her. Shield the one that wants to keep the world from crumbling. Travel through all the stars and Mass Relays laying dormant, see all the wild emptiness and beauty of the galaxy and it would still be nothing compared to the way she looks up at him now.

There’s water collecting at her pinched brows; sweat, he remembers, and he lifts a hand there to swipe it away. Her eyes are wet too, glossy, glinting in the low light like a starry night sky over home.

“Garrus—” she presses out between her teeth, her face scrunched up in a frown of pain-pleasure he assumes, because she never makes a move to push him away, to halt this perfect joining. He hopes it’s okay. He hopes he’s not fucking this up. Losing her after this would be a killing blow. A heart-shaped bullet hole right on his heart.

“Just tell me how,” he takes her cheek in his palm, angles her so that he can kiss her. Slowly. Softly. It’s a fleeting thing that ends with her nipping on his mouth, his tongue, just to get his attention. Like his every nerve was not focused on her anyway from the start.

“Please move,” she murmurs against his mandible, her body squeezing him tight, making him groan. He pulls back a little, testing, careful, always so afraid of hurting her, his tough girl, but Shepard smiles and it’s enough to make him thrust shallowly into her. “Yeah, you feel so good.”

Garrus’ vision whites out for a second as her insides tug him back inside, so warm and so wet that a messy patch is already forming between their bodies, his sheath hitting her folds, the friction blinding, and the sight even more as he looks down, fringe tangled into her hair, and in the darkness he finds himself nestled deep, her cunt stretched around him, glistening in their combined want.

He moves, spirits, he moves. And his chest rumbles and his hands shake and his mandibles twitch at her cheek and his heart aches so damn hard it makes his breaths get stuck in his lungs like trapped creatures in a bone cage.

(I love you so damn much.)

She moves with him like a tide, like water rising on an endless black ocean alight with stars, then falling back, and even though he knows she's the most horrible dancer the galaxy has, she follows the steps of this tango by heart. Maybe because it's wanted. Maybe because it's with him. He desperately wishes that it would be true.

"I won't last long like this," his voice is barely picked up by the translator and he knows this, hopes that she doesn't mind the sounds he makes. They're real. So perfectly clear in their meaning, so sure in expressing something he's not yet ready to say when she can understand.

(I love you, I love you, I love you.)

She puts a palm to his stomach, just above his sheath, five lithe fingers mapping out the narrow lines of his sides, and damn, it makes his cock twitch, makes him thrust in roughly for the first time. There's a sound of delight. It comes from her, head tipped back and lips smeared with spit and red strands of hair, like fresh blood after a good brawl.

"Yes," she breathes out, dragging him down to her, clinging to him tightly as he finally moves his hips in a hard, steady rhythm. His knees are gonna kill him later but it doesn’t matter because he’s with her, joined like lovers, like mates.

She takes his hand, leads it over her body, to the divot of her collarbones, her sternum, the dip of her stomach, then the soft of her belly where she makes him press down a little, makes him feel the distinct shape of him moving inside her. That's something entirely new.

It makes him even more aware of the fact that this small, fragile woman would take up a krogan in a fistfight and come out alive. It makes him lose his mind. It makes some sick, posessive part of him growl and rumble and hold her so tight he's sure her hips are gonna bruise.

"Shepard," he hisses, one hand gripping the seat behind her to find more leverage, her sounds getting louder, out of breath and high-pitched, his name a silent mantra only muttered with gaping lips. “Show me how to make you come.”

She whimpers, clutches his fingers tighter on her navel. The talons of his other hand tear the Mako’s seat behind her. She drags his palm over the mound of hairy flesh where they join, and he enjoys carding his talons through the curls, then she takes a thick finger and places the pad of it just above where he’s stretching her open with his cock, on a small bundle of swollen flesh that instantly makes her tighten around him. This is something he could never get used to—the tight warmth clinging to him like a second skin under Palaven’s unforgiving sun. He swipes his thumb over it, then draws a slow circle. The tightness becomes almost unbearable. He keens.

“Damn clever turian,” she hiccups, grinding into his touch, into his unsteady thrusts, her hand gripping his wrist instead, not guiding but trying to steady herself. “I’m so close, Garrus.”

He nuzzles her jaw at that, forehead meeting forehead after, then lips with plates, tongue with tongue. The kiss breaks off in a series of desperate gasps, and Garrus murmurs against her, “let me come with you. Senna, please I—”

“Love you,” she pants into the crook of his neck, teeth grazing him, and then biting in when he pushes his whole length into her, the stretch unbearable, her words ringing in his ears like endless echoes in a hallway made of dark matter and stardust, and he claims her, puncturing her shoulder and filling her cunt, his tie growing, the taste of her blood bursting on his tongue. Sweet. Salty. Iron. Just like her.

She tightens on him impossibly so, and then there’s a fluttering, her muscles spasming violently in an orgasm that makes her legs shake and her stomach jump. His thumb slowly stops moving on the bundle of flesh she showed him when her short nails dig forcefully into his forearm.

(I love you, I love you, I love you—)

Subvocals screaming, his whole body trembling, he finally releases her flesh, knocks his nose against hers until her eyes flutter open, dazed and unfocused, brimmed with tears, pupils dilated to infinity. She smiles, blunt teeth flashing white and blue in the low light, and it takes him a few seconds to realize that it’s his own blood on her lips.

He leans down to lick it off, to embrace her tighter, to feel the taste of her tingle in the back of his throat. She bit him. She marked him for life.

“I love you so damn much, baby.”

It’s out and it’s his own shot right through his heart, a shard of metal carved out just in the shape of her, and Garrus knows that nothing ever will be the same. The marks, the blood, his tie cradled by her fluttering warmth, his heart laying bare out in the snow, thawing in her warmth.

Turians don’t like the cold, but Shepard scorches and it's just the right way.

“Thank you,” she whispers, weak now, entirely spent, but not influenced by the poison of want anymore. “I know this was… not how a first date should’ve happened but…” she bites the bruised swell of her bottom lip and he smooths a hand over her cheek, brushing away sticky hairs from her face. “Can we… have a next time?”

Garrus flicks out his mandibles in a smile and hugs her tighter, reassuring, eyes full of hope and wonder and her own disheveled reflection, “I want all the next times with you.”

“Good,” her grin tickles his hide, mischievous now. “I’m looking forward to it.”

(I do too. I do, I do, I do.)

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