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saltysalmonella · 10 months
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M!Shep and Garrus, set between ME1 and ME2.
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knightsgrimm · 5 months
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No Shepard without Vakarian!!! Something something gay people
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steelsartcorner · 11 months
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Daily Sketch
A humble entry into the mshenko space — I can’t stop thinking about the angst potential of that mega awkward meeting with the Virmire survivor at the start of ME3
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maltdrawings · 1 year
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Hi everyone, I hope you’re fine !
Here is my @masseffectholidaycheer gift for @weatheredlaw  :D it was a real pleasure to draw Garrus and Shepard and I hope you’ll enjoy it !
Have a very nice day :D
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emrisemrisemris · 1 year
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You know how sometimes you get bitten by an Age of Sail horror AU in the middle of the night and have to write something down before it'll let you sleep
Shepard/Garrus, ME3, right before the Leviathan mission
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Shepard lit another candle in the heavy-bottomed lantern, and by its light the two men looked at one another over the table. Normandy's timbers creaked and strained around them; things shifted and groaned in the ballast below, and outside and beneath and from every direction came the thudding, throbbing rhythm of the ice-choked sea.
Garrus was drawn and grey in the dim light, the blue tattoos bruise-dark. The leaping shadows made the silvered scars on his cheek and jaw freshly deep and heavy. Shepard's own old scars had started to open again, which meant scurvy, or would have done, but that Doctor Chakwas had found no other trace of it. 
Perhaps simply strain, she'd said.
Strain might tear a new-knit wound, but a year-old one? he'd retorted.
Neither you nor I know exactly what they did to you, Chakwas had said, and of the two people who might tell us, one is the Illusive Man and the other is dead.
Now, in the present, Garrus laced blue-inked, sharp-knuckled fingers through his captain's and said "Don't go down there."
Garrus' people were of the high peaks and did not sail, mistrusting salt water as the domain of death. Following a lowlander captain to sea had lost Garrus his old honours and the regard of his family, and the horrors of the deep had come to their silver mountains anyway. 
"They came from down there," Shepard said. They'd had this conversation three times, four, already, as the wounded ship crawled through the icy waters following Kenson's scrawled map. "There's something. You heard it, we all did. We have to go down." He looked into the eyes of the man who'd thrown over home and family for a sea he still feared, and said "I have to go down."
With T'Soni who did not need to swim, or the automaton who did not need to breathe, or with Alenko who knew the great cold depths from childhood. He would not ask Garrus. If he asked his lover to come down with him into the Leviathan's pit, Garrus would say yes, and that was why Shepard could not ask.
Garrus said bleakly "And if you don't come back?" 
"Normandy passes to Alenko and you carry on," Shepard said, because he had been waiting for the question, had lain awake with it while Garrus slept beside him; was relieved, if anything, that it was a question to which mundane law and custom provided a plain answer. "Find the Cerberus; protect the Crucible."
"Without you, though?"
Normandy had been built for another captain, and her crew had served with distinction through the years he'd been thought dead. They could do without him, and yet insisted superstitiously that everything rested on his shoulders, as if his unwished-for, unnatural second life could be shared between them all. Could they not bear to let him rest?
"I'm one man," Shepard said, with a bitterness that surprised him. "Normandy's got one figurehead already. She doesn't need another."
Garrus had no answer to that, or none he was prepared to say out loud, but looked away. His hand tightened in Shepard's, and they sat while the candle guttered down and the ship bore on through the freezing ocean into the unknown dark.
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also with other microfics on AO3
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tempest-ssv · 2 years
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Oh Felix, that’s your future wife and you don’t even know it yet
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flower-khajiit · 1 year
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Arriving at the Citadel.
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seaside-sadnesss · 2 years
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A quick warm up of ShottyBiondi’s Shepard
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saltysalmonella · 9 months
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[Part One] [Part Two (you're here!)]
OK, last batch of this set!
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ginbiscuit · 2 years
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The day is finally here and I can share what I’ve been working on! 🎉 
My MEBB fic “Heart of Glass” just went live, so if reading about John Shepard and one James Vega does tickle your fancy, you should head this way: read Heart of Glass
The wonderful art, including the banner with this fantastic dragon, was done by @blasteddoodles. Thank you so much for your art - and for the great collab!😍 Beta by none other than the wonderful @iberiandoctor. ❤️ Now, on to the juicy details:
The fic is rated explicit / NC-17, contains hurt/comfort, pining, trauma (aka the whole damn war) and, as a warning for those of you that always remembered to feed Shep’s fish, a small little mention of war-related fish-death.
Summary: Shepard has been in a coma since the war ended, with no hope for improvement - until Liara unearths experimental tech that might just be the thing to help them. James quickly volunteers to use it - ready to do anything to get Shepard back. Little does he know what he gets himself into. As means of protection, Shepard’s mind has constructed a new world around him filled with magical creatures, wonderment, and danger. James now faces the difficult task of getting them out—and trying not to give away what he really feels for Shepard.
Why are you still reading this? Go read fic! Follow the white rabbit hedgehog: Please take me to the MEBB Shepard/James fic!
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Yay, I finished. Have an Al.
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monowires · 1 year
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if you're playing mshep & going for endgame shenko, the mass effect trilogy is like one really massive, angsty, painfully slow burn
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dreams-amuck · 11 months
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Seeing Red🚨
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Fan art sketch I did of @x3no9's m!Shep, Isaac, having his way with his pretty little OC, Nate Hackett.
Support me on ko-fi or commission me to get your own spicy drawing!🤭🫣
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emrisemrisemris · 1 year
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1022 words Rated: G A previous Shepard, younger and less scarred, would have cursed. As it was, he'd run out of stomach for curses months ago. He leaned on the back of Joker’s chair, took a breath - conscious he'd been breathing shallowly and tensely for too long - and let it out again, and tried not to think about that sparkling crust of ice. "Hey," Garrus said softly from somewhere nearby, and a moment later a hand took his elbow, arresting an unsteadiness he hadn't fully realised was there. The turian nudged up next to him, unsubtly positioning himself to be in catch range if Shepard fainted again, and only then let go of the elbow. "When did you last eat?"
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luckyclovercoin · 7 months
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the gay pining is alive and well
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gothamcityneedsme · 3 months
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ok side note. Thinking about how insane the shepard/miranda ship is. like she was the head of the resurrection project for two years. She saw shepard go from a bunch of meat and tubes slowly back into a person. She led making sure shepards personality and cognitive status wasnt different. She wanted to install a control chip in his brain but TIM said no. she basically literally built him back from nothing.
How she felt about that corpse on the table is so enigmatic, this was an assignment, a project, bringing back a symbol for humanity. it wasnt personal. She didnt know him. She recreated him just as he originally was.
something something. Miranda herself as a genetically engineered human. How that forms and shapes everything about her and her mindset. Her at the helm of this project. Bringing back a symbol, not intending to care for the man.
Then if they fall in love like. Hello. That is so insane.
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