#mass effect fics

[continuous-spec]

ME Fic: Bait (5/5)

Summary: Garrus and Shepard finally have a heart-to-heart.

Link: Ao3

Length: 3k

Shepard normally made her rounds after the Normandy took flight—not that Garrus timed it. But he could guess she'd be at his bay if someone hadn’t held her longer within an hour. It’s been over four hours since they took flight. 

Garrus showered to rid himself of the smell of smoke and alcohol. The dust that used to clog his plates and lungs washed off. He stashed his civilian clothes away, and now wore his usual light armor for sleep. He should have been sleeping. Instead, he paced the main battery and reorganized his tools. He found himself forearm-deep in the Thanix cannon when a notification blinked on his omni-tool. 

OS: Okay let’s talk, preferably not about krogran piss.

GV: Well there just went my opener

GV: Be up in a few minutes 

His heart raced, so Shepard was still awake and toiling over the night's events. Her last words hung in his mind if things would be okay between them. 

We will be.

Will be. They could be okay, and she could still want to end things. They could be okay as just friends. 

The pit in his stomach still weighed him down. Of all the attention Shepard got tonight from Morinth, the human bartender–Both were closer to home for her. 

Garrus moved slowly to the elevator, trying to figure out what to say while walking into the unknown. The cabin door entrance glowed, and waited for him to activate the panel. Garrus clutched his mandible to his jaw. With a light tap, Garrus hit the panel. It spun for only seconds but felt like an eternity of waiting. 

The doorway slid open, revealing Shepard with her baggy N7 sweats and hair-tied taut. Red and black eye makeup washed away, the tight dress gone. The bite marks on her neck had healed and dissipated. Back to her usual self, physically anyway. She crossed her arms and leaned against her desk, waiting for him. 

“Hey,” Garrus spoke first, unsure how to follow up. 

“Hey.” Her voice came out quiet, but her eyes watched him intently. Silence hung in the air between them. Ten feet away, and they felt like strangers. 

“So…” Shepard started. “That asari girl was cute.” Her tone was trying to come off light but had a sharp edge.

“Oh, really. Which one?” Garrus played along, hoping to ease the tension.

“Asshole,” Shepard let out a snort of a laugh. “The bubbly one, not the murderous one.” 

“Right, right, that one.” 

“Is she okay? You took a while to get back to Normandy .” She must have kept track of him. He had spent an hour or so talking with Vlyrica. 

“Vlyrica wanted to thank me. She wanted to paint me,” Garrus cringed at what he said. That did not sound great. A loud laugh broke through his panic. 

“Oh my god, ‘paint you.’ You fell for that line? So you just went to her apartment, and then what?” 

”I know, I know. But she really is an amazing artist.” Shepard’s face soured, but he continued. “Her place was cramped with hundreds of paintings of just people on Omega. And—” Garrus paused, unsure about how to breach the conversation.

“And?” An interrogative tone left Shepard’s lips, but she stood aloofly. Her eyes slighted at him.  This must be what jealousy looks like in a human. 

“She had a painting of Sensat, one of my men.”

“Holy shit.” Her arms dropped to her side.  Any edge she had when he had entered was gone. 

“Apparently, she used to see him all the time at the markets. There he was, just staring right back at me, I, um.” 

Shepard bridged the distance between them, her hand wrapped around his forearm. Her warmth pressed through the thin fabric of his undersuit. She nodded to the couch for them to sit. 

A bottle of wine and half a glass sat on the table with datapads littered around them. They sat only inches away, her hand still on his forearm, and her mint green eyes watched him. 

“We’re there other paintings of your men?” 

“Omega is almost 8 million. The fact she had one is unthinkable. I just—I’ve been dreading going back there. Seeing Sensat, how he actually was, helped.”

“I’m glad you were able to get that out of all this,” Shepard said with a soft smile. 

“Yeah, um, and then we began talking about the rest of my men.” Garrus fidgeted in his seat. This had been the most he shared about them with Shepard. 

“She didn’t get far with my painting, but she will paint them.  Just so I can have something of them. A good memory for once.” 

“Wow, that's amazing. I’d like to hear about them sometime,” she paused, watching him shift uncomfortably. “Only if you want to.”

“I’d like that, just tonight–.” The words failed to come out of his mouth. He didn’t know what to make of tonight. 

She squeezed his arm in reassurance. “It’s been a lot. Whenever you want to.” There was a long moment of silence between them. He felt unsure of where to take the conversation next. Confess his feeling of jealousy? Look for reassurance that she was still interested?  None of it seemed right. 

Shepard broke the silence. “Do you think she’d put two and two together about Archangel? Is that safe that you told her about your men?” 

Garrus sighed. This would be an easier conversation, at least. 

“I doubt it, but I have no intentions of returning, and besides, to her, I’m some guard named Caeus.”

“Caeus? You don’t look like a Caeus,” Shepard squinted her eyes as she looked at him. “Too formal.” 

Garrus laughed. “Well, you don’t look much like an Alison either. The Gunn part is easier to believe. 

“Thank Kasumi for that. But this Caeus, just some kind of guard?”

“I told her some crap about being a guard for Aria, doing a sting operation. People don’t tend to go poking around in Aria’s business.” 

“Number one rule of Omega,” Shepard said with a roll of her eyes. 

“And so this Alison is just some merc looking for guns to hire?”

Shepard shrugged. “I mean, it’s kind of true. I didn’t lie per se. You have this poor girl believing she has a crush on some guard.” 

“Well, you have a bartender thinking he’s about to get a date and —.” Shepard stiffened as if she was worried he’d bring up Morinth. Garrus stopped himself, trying to think his following words carefully. 

“Look, tonight could have gotten a lot smoother. I wasn’t thinking clearly, watching others hang off you, and being back on Omega. It clouded my judgment.” 

Shepard pressed her lips together before speaking, looking as she contemplated her words. 

“I know. I didn’t like seeing someone hang off you, either. I know I had to do things I’m not proud of.” She paused, now fidgeting in her seat, eyes cast down. “I guess I wasn’t expecting to see that happen to you, and it ate at me.” 

“I tried to push her off me multiple times.”

“It’s the scars. They make you irresistible,” Shepard teased. 

“And here I thought it would just be krogran women I had to fight off.” Garrus retorted back. 

“Krogran, asari, human.” Shepard corrected. Her hand trailed up to the scarred side of his face. A knowing smile crept up on her lips as she watched him. 

“Look Garrus, I care about you a lot, but I can’t just do this–” Garrus' heart sunk into his stomach at her pause. “just hooking up as friends thing.” 

She took his free hand, entangling themselves together. Three with five. 

“I don’t want anyone or anything in the way of us. You’re important to me.” Her chest and neck bloomed out in a red hue as she spoke. 

The visor readings of her heart rate rose, and her breath rate increased. She was as worried as he was for them. A calm washed over him as he leaned into her touch. 

“Shepard, you obviously are to me too. I would have much rather have met you at that bar.” The words left his mouth so easily. 

Shepard’s eyes lit up as he spoke. She almost bounced out of her seat at the answer.  “Oh, okay, how would you introduce yourself? I’m interested.” Her grin flashed out devilishly. 

“Shepard–” His dual tones came off as pleading, unsure if she picked that up. He didn’t know how to do this. The flirting, the banter, he was starting to lose steam. 

“Come on, have fun with me about this. I want to know.”  

“Well, first, I-um, I’d ask to buy you a drink.” Garrus’ mind raced as he panicked, trying to find something.

“Okay, and? I want to hear what you would actually say. Use that voice of yours,”  Shepard's same grin was plastered on her face. She was not going to let this go. 

“Well, for starters, you looked amazing in that dress.” Garrus’ hand wandered to her waist, her well-formed muscles shifting under her jacket. Shepard sucked in a long breath, her hooded eyes watching him keenly. 

“How so?” Her voice pitched high as she played along. 

“Showing off your figure, your—,” Garrus paused, unsure what was and wasn’t a compliment to humans. “Supportive waist–”

“Supportive waist?” Her hands shot up to her mouth to stifle a laugh. 

“Crap! Is that offensive in human cultures?”

“No, just an odd way of phrasing it.” She giggled. 

“Honestly, an odd way of saying it to turians too.”

“Then why say it!” Shepard’s held-back laugh turned into a snort. 

“Don't laugh! I’m panicking. Throw me a line here, Shepard!” 

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with Vlyrica,” she said with jest.  

“Well, I’m not interested in her. You make me nervous.” 

“Oh, tell me. How do I make you nervous?” Her voice drawled out. 

Without thought, Garrus trailed his hand up her leg to her thigh and squeezed. He leaned into her, almost pushing her into the couch. 

“You're smart, sexy, and a wicked shot. What isn’t there to be nervous about?” His voice mirrored hers. Drawled out with dual tones humming together–all signaling want. 

Her hands shot up to his carapace, pulling him into her. Shepard's lips pressed to his mouthplates hard. The taste of her wine slipped in with her tongue. Her fingers tightly holding on to him. Floral scents wrapped around him. He wanted to just stay in that moment. Just taking her in, as things were finally going just right. 

But she pulled him further into her on the couch, almost having him on top of her. Garrus fumbled a bit, unsure where to grab her, trying to fit themselves together. But soon, they found their rhythm. Her smile pressed into his. His three fingers intertwined into her five. 

Shepard pulled back first to catch air, her skin flushed. 

“Garrus, I want this. I want this with just you,” she said with a hushed voice. 

Her words sent his heart racing and his hands a slight tremble. But his mandible flared out into a wide grin. Garrus was exactly where he wanted to be. 

“I want that too.”  

He dipped his head back down to her, tracing his mouth plates from her lips to her jaw until he met her neck. He thanked himself for reading the erogenous zone packet as Shepard let out a small gasp. 

Her gasp turned to moan as his tongue trailed up her neck and gave a careful tug of her ear. A thrumming hum escaped from him as his hips sunk into hers. His groin plates parted, releasing and throbbing himself against her. The same devilish smile crept up on her face as she grinded against him, and her moans grew louder. 

“Shepard—” his voice low and rumbled, full of lust. “You know what you're doing to me.” 

Her legs hooked around his waist, pushing herself more into him. “Take me to bed then,” she pleaded.

Garrus hoisted her, palming her ass with a squeeze.  Her hands hooked around his neck for support. Within a moment, he had her pinned gently on the bed. His carapace slightly dug into her chest. Long dark strains of hair came loose from her bun, sprawling around her. 

He held her by the waist, slowly thrusting and teasing her. Her lips pressed back to him, and once again, he explored her, tasting her, drinking her in. She bucked her hips frantically into his. Her moans spilled into his mouth. Spirits did he feel drunk on her moans.

His claws ran through her hair as he pulled her face closer to him. The twist of strains felt odd as they curled around his hand. They snared in his claws as he tried to shake them loose. Her head jerked back slightly with an accidental tug. 

Her body tensed underneath his weight. Garrus swiftly got off her, tightly holding his mandibles to his jaw. Shepard’s eyes locked on the sky window, watching the passing stars. Lost to him again.

“Shepard—.” Garrus’ tone tinged with worry.  She snapped back to him. 

“I’m fine, please,” she pleaded, pulling him closer and trying to go for another kiss. He pressed his brow plate to her brow instead. 

“Shepard, we don’t have to do this now. It’s okay.”

“But I want to, with you,” she pleaded, pulling his carapace closer. “I just…”

“There will be other nights.” 

“Fuck! All I could do was look out her window. I was just stuck.” A sob erupted from her throat.  “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“I’m not going anywhere. To hell and back, remember? I want to stay.”  He pulled her closer, her head dipping into his cowl. He massaged circles up and down her back. Waiting for her to be ready to talk. This was all still too fresh. 

For minutes, silence hung between them. Her arms slowly curled onto his neck, his mouthplates pressed into her head. 

“If you want, we can watch the elcor Hamlet production you’ve gone on and on about,” Garrus said softly. 

Shepard’s head lifted, her eyes pleading at him. “You’d suffer through that for me?” 

“For you? Anything.”

“If we can last the 14 hours, let’s see the krogran Macbeth production showing on Illium.”

Garrus sighed jokingly. “You’re pushing your luck.”

Shepard cuddled into his side, fluffing pillows around them for more comfort as he displayed his omni tool for the vid. 

An hour in, Shepard shooed away the vid screen out of boredom. “Why don’t we try for a date night instead? Illium has an aquarium and piano bar I’ve wanted to check out.”

“A date sounds nice. Really anything to get me out of sitting through a play.” 

Shepard rolled her eyes at him. “Listen, I appreciate the arts, but I’d like to see how the asari take on the piano. Get enough drinks in me, and I’ll probably start playing something myself.” 

“I didn’t know you could play.”

“Well, I am good with my hands,” Shepard’s eyebrows wiggled at him. “But yeah, I used to play as a way to distract myself when I was with the Reds. Like an escape.”

Garrus pulled her in closer, cherishing every moment of learning something new about her. She always found a way to surprise him. She was so much more than the legends people ascribed to her name.  

“You know, I’ve actually always wanted to learn how to paint when I was a kid,” Garrus said, trying to share something of himself with her too. 

“Why didn’t you?” Shepard looked surprised at that information. 

“I told my dad I wanted to take classes, and the next day he was teaching me how to shoot a gun.”

Shepard’s face soured as he spoke, but Garrus shrugged and continued, “It’s the turian way. I’m painting blood on walls now with my rifle.”

“Your rifle, your paintbrush, the battlefield, your canvas.” 

“To put it mildly.” 

“So can’t be a spectre or an artist according to your dad,” Shepard chipped in. 

“Not that he stopped me, but I saw his reason. C-Sec is something down the middle, something ‘safe’.”

“Safe? C-sec?”

“Financially speaking, look where that leads us.” 

“Well, I’m pretty happy to have you here with me.”

“The only good thing of my time with C-sec was it led me to you,” Garrus conversed nervously. Shepard smiled and brought a gentle kiss to him. The aquarium's blue lights reflected on her skin's pink hues. Bags grew under her eyes from exhaustion; her sharp orange scars glowed, but she was so beautiful to him. 

“What’s your favorite piece to play?” Garrus asked, trying to pull and learn more about her. 

White teeth flashed out in a grin as Shepard pulled out her omni-tool. A holo keyboard in neon orange appeared between them. She cracked her fingers, readying to take on the challenge. 

“Okay, it’s been a while, so give me some grace.”

The tune started simple with repeating notes but built into a soaring melody. Her fingers danced across the board as it became more complex.  His heart swelled watching her. But something about the tune became more and more familiar to him. Her eyes remained focused. Determination shone as she tried to get it just right. The last key hung in the air as she finished. 

“Amazing! But that sounded so familiar. Where is it from?

“Fleet and the Flotilla. I Was Lost Without You is a classic! I bet you can sing along, Vakarian.” Shepard nudged him with a wink. 

“You’re not getting that out of me.” 

“Oh, you’re no fun.”

“I try to be.” He leaned forward and kissed her at her temple and continued. “Why don’t we watch that instead.”

“You got yourself a deal.” 

They collapsed together in the comfort of her bed. Garrus pulled up the vid, while she nuzzled into his side. He was happy for things to go right, just this once. 

#mass effect #commander shepard #garrus vakarian #shakarian #mass effect fics #my fics #olivia shepard

[shepsfavoriteblogonthecitadel]

Chapter seven of Perspective is up!

I’m fast this time. https://archiveofourown.org/works/34075381/chapters/112334761

#I'm really proud of this one #as silly as it seems to say of something so short #perspective #mass effect #mass effect fics #mass effect fanfiction

[garrusvakarain]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Female Shepard & Garrus Vakarian, Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian Characters: Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Garrus Vakarian, Samara (Mass Effect), Karin Chakwas, Thane Krios Additional Tags: No Shepard Without Vakarian, Shakarian - Freeform, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Shepard Has PTSD (Mass Effect), Teasing, Banter, Friends to Lovers, (more like idiots to lovers) Summary:

When Garrus finds out Shepard isn't sleeping, he makes it his mission to help her find a solution.

#my fics #shakarian #shakarian fics #mass effect #mass effect fics

[shittybundaskenyer]

stranded enemy soldiers during the first contact war au has me in a chokehold. rest is on ao3 because it's a bit spicy :))

#mass effect #commander shepard #female shepard #garrus vakarian #shakarian #garrus x shepard #shepard x garrus #mass effect fanfic #mass effect fanart #ao3 #shakarian fanfic #my art #fan art #i spent the holidays drawing these for hours #and i can't post all of it here:(( #but i ended 2023 in style #with alien romancing and crappy comics #(also i'm 5k deep in the fic it's just longer than ususal) #happy new year guys!! #may 2024 be kind to you all! <33

[perfectmisslawson]

does anyone know of any good salarian romance fics??

#mass effect salarian romance #salarian romance #salarians #mass effect fics

[swaps55]

Cover art by the utterly phenomenal @legionofpotatoes!

Mezzo

Pairing: mshenko | Rating: M Tags: Canon-typical violence, trauma, dealing with your problems poorly, body autonomy struggles   Summary: The twists and turns of ME2, through the eyes of everyone but Commander Shepard. Chapter Summary: Death was the only way

Chapter 1: Stars | Read on Ao3

At first, you think you can survive this. Your ship is in pieces, your momentum catapulting you away from the wreck, the planet you call Alchera watching serenely as your life burns. You tell yourself, you’ve faced worse. The first time you fought death was the first breath you took, into lungs that weren’t ready, in a body too small and fragile to survive on its own. You struggled for days in a vessel adrift between our stars, an insignificant speck of heat in our cold universe, determined to burn as bright as a sun. When your mother finally held you for the first time, she showed you to us and asked if we were what you were in such a hurry to see for yourself. You have always been ours. You were ours when your father sang you to sleep while we gleamed through the shutters. You were ours when you rose for the first time on unsteady legs because you wanted to see us. You were ours when you felt our power come to life under your skin and understood that we are part of you in ways you’d never imagined. How many times did you palm the glow of dark matter in your hand and imagine you were one of us? But no matter how bright you burn now, it won’t be enough to save you. There is fear, now, but you swallow it back.    The second time you fought death it wasn’t your life you were fighting for. You begged, pleaded, to march into the unknown and rescue a father who didn’t come home, and when no one listened, you turned to us in the dark and begged to take his place. That was when you learned we could be cruel.   We felt your pain, we heard your anger, we wi ditnessed your tears and did nothing. And you forgave us. We wonder if you will forgive us now.

Read the rest on Ao3 | The Mezzo Playlist

#mass effect #mshenko #alchera #n7 day #my fic #mass effect art #opus!art #commander shepard #whooo boy let's see if this initial pov experiment pays off #please freak out over the artwork #i have been chewing drywall over it for months now #it's perfect #i gave legionofpotatoes such vague vibes and holy crow did he deliver something amazing #i will never be over this art

[milkywayes]

garrus and his blackwatch goons from ->dreamt a cipher

#mass effect #mass effect fanart #turians #garrus vakarian #alien #art #digital art #video games #artists on tumblr #mass effect garrus #turian OC #milkyart #cipher tag #fanart for my own fic take two #ms [redacted] stop smirking you're scaring the mammals #there's group dynamics happening. if you even care #a group of blackwatch turians is also called a ‘murder’ fyi

[sewermageboy]

Thinking about the relationship between Joker and Kaidan.

How they've both been there since the beginning, how their first scene is them sitting together in the cockpit of the Normandy, teasing each other. How Joker sticks by Shepard's side the entire time while Kaidan doesn't. How Joker judges Kaidan for not coming to fight the Collectors. How Kaidan blames Joker for causing Shepard's first death. How Joker knows Kaidan is right to blame him. How they're both back on the Normandy in the end, saving the galaxy. How they can both lose the person they love (Shepard and EDI) to save everyone else.

#i wanna sink my teeth into their relationship #how do you move past all that? #how do you reconcile all that betrayal and blame and guilt? #i've some exploration of their friendship/relationship in fics that made me think and now i can't get it out of my head #kaidan alenko #jeff joker moreau #joker mass effect #mass effect #mass effect legendary edition #shenko #mshenko #edi mass effect

[valka-arialitan]

Here's that, as a kind reminder for people to BE GENTLE TO KAIDAN.

I saw the ''Wolverine or Kaidan ; who's the best canadian'' poll on tumblr, and had the SHITTIEST idea to go trough the reblogs tags and HOLY SHIT PEOPLE NEED TO FUCKING CHILL ???

Like basically, people voting for Kaidan were like ''sorry Logan, but Kaidan is my sweet baby boy </3'' while people voting for Wolverine were literally shitting on Kaidan and his fans and MAN ?? I DID NOT LIKE SEEING THAT.

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And in the middle of drawing this I thought that I absolutely had to make that second part.

Shepard is in his ''emotional battery'' recharge phase.

#my poor guys #let the virmire survivors in peace ffs #I've had too much hurt/comfort in my fics lately I needed this to be FULL COMFORT. #still my poor guy's destroyed hands... ; - ; #marcus shepard #mass effect #commander shepard #mass effect fanart #mass effect 3 #kaidan alenko #mshenko #kaidan x shepard #mass effect kaidan #art #give them a rest #people are mean and I don't like that #it's 2023 ffs I'm done arguing #I bite (aggressively) the next person who messes with my boy #why is my art style so frickin incosistent #like wow #shenko

[sashthesloth]

“Janiris. It’s an asari holiday.” […] “It is mainly marked by a feast and the making of flower crowns and necklaces. Then exchanged between friends and lovers.”

The Untamed Effect, Chapter 6 by @thievinghippo

#my art #mdzs #technically mass effect but not really #it’s a mass effect au!! #the way I found this Fic right in the middle of my mass effect hyperfixation era just the perfect recipe for fanart #there were other scenes I really wanted to draw but the brain worms got a hold of paper flower crowns #maybe I’ll do the others we’ll see we’ll see #don’t ask me why I decided to draw a background #I did not want to colour it so basic flats and layer effects be upon ye #oops forgot the other character tags #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #a yuan #lan sizhui #technically #anyway I was using my comfort brush #to line it hmmmm #I really got to get more painting and shading practice #oh it’s been a while since I drew fanart for a fic tbh I think the last time was maaayyybeee for aftg? #no wait I think I did a CR one tooo #hiiii mutuals who I drew fanart for their fanfics mwah mwah

[girafficparka]

Shepard paused, then shrugged. “Humans can be weird about sex, I didn’t know if turians were the same.”

Garrus went to stand at the window, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

“Of course you don’t know, just like I don’t know…anything about human sex.”

“We could…teach each other?”

His head snapped around at that. Shepard sat at the edge of the bed, one leg hanging down, the other pulled up, her arm wrapped around it. In the soft, early morning light of Palaven’s sun, her skin almost seemed to glow, her red hair, longer now then back when he had first met her, hung in messy waves just past her shoulders. The expression she wore…trusting green eyes piercing his, a slight red color staining the tops of her cheeks, lips set in a determined line. She was somehow both soft and hard all at once. Not even nerves could mask her natural confidence. But she didn’t say anything else. She was waiting for him.

Say no, Vakarian. Tell her you can’t. We can’t. This is a bad idea. This is a bad idea.

He repeated the thought several times but it wasn’t enough to stop his traitorous feet. They were already carrying him back to her.

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WIP for a Shakarian AU fic I am working on. It’ll be my second fanfic ever, and I had made a goal to go for 60,000 words and start posting in Jan of 2024. Wish me luck 🍀

2024 update: psst, it’s here.

#shakarian #femshep x garrus #garrus x shepard #garrus vakarian #shepard x garrus #garrus my beloved #garrus x femshep #mass effect fic #female shepard #mass effect #shakarian fic #I don’t read a lot of shakarian au’s so I am just as shocked as you that I am writing one #I just like it when they bang ok?

[shepsfavoriteblogonthecitadel]

Perspective has been updated!

Took me long enough.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34075381/chapters/112107751#chapter_6_endnotes

Please comment on this if you like it. I am literally begging.

#Perspective #fics #mass effect #mass effect fics

[inkiedraws]

Some fan art of sckry’s wonderful fanfic “That Hunts on a Lonely Hill”

Definitely give it a read if you like these two, is very good yeah   👍 👍

#mass effect #Liara T'Soni #javik #t'sovik #ive drawn fanart of this fic before but it's old and stinky #it does not exist

[dispatchwithlove]

I just got this amazing commission from @angstyastro and I coulnd't be happier with it! Thank you for such an amazing piece! Look at these fools, coming undone because they're finally getting their hands on each other. Can't wait to work on this scene!

This is from In Your Arms, a Shakarian detective au.

#i'm so in love with them #help this is so hot #they're so hot #shakarian #garrus vakarian #shepard x garrus #garrus x shepard #jane shepard #shakarian art #the cases of shepard and vakarian #mass effect fan art #shakarian fic #amazing art

[kauriart]

Where is all the horny Zaeed content? I cannot be the only person hot for that surly bastard.

#zaeed massani #mass effect #me2 #pls keep me away from mass effect rare pairs I beg you #I don’t have the strength #but also Zaeed would say the wildest dirtiest shit in bed #now that I know what you’ll pay for a taste of my cock you’ll never get it for free #that’s it #that’s all I wrote #and I’m already too invested #it’s Miranda #Miranda x Zaeed #There’s only 3 fics on AO3 - and in one they are background. #Why is my brain such garbage #send help

[swaps55]

Silver

Morning sun cuts through the small, circular bathroom window and spills onto the bedroom floor, bright enough Kaidan thought they’d left the light on overnight. But when he rolls out of bed and pads over to the open door, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, it’s just the sunlight and Shepard scowling in front of the mirror, towel slung low on his hips as he leans in to examine something on his chin.

They have nowhere to be until tomorrow, when they have to head into Vancouver to greet Jack’s latest field trip of Grissom biotics for a weekend stay at the orchard. In fact, Kaidan distinctly remembers a conversation yesterday afternoon about lounging in bed this morning to enjoy some peace before the madness descends. Yet here Shepard is, awake before the alarm Kaidan had turned off, ready to take the day head on.

Some things never change.   

“Morning,” Kaidan says, leaning against the doorframe to take in the sight with a soft smile.

Shepard grunts in response, tilting his neck and practically pressing his face against the mirror while scrubbing a thumb across the stubble on his cheek. Sometimes, if the light hits it right, Kaidan can still see the ghostly white lines of the Lazarus scarring. But as more years go by, they’re harder and harder to see.

Time does heal, he supposes.

“Something wrong?” Kaidan asks.

Shepard presses and pulls at the skin over his lip before finally glancing over his shoulder at Kaidan in the doorway. The way his gaze lingers for a moment over Kaidan’s bare chest still sends a delighted shiver down his spine.

“Being rudely reminded of the passage of time,” he grumbles, then points to his chin. “I think I have a grey hair.”

Kaidan heart clutches unexpectedly, the way it used to do over and over in the days, weeks, hell, months after the final push. Memories that feel distant except in moments like this whisper in his ear.

(I’ll be fine.)

(I can’t lose you again.)

(We both know this is goodbye.)

He draws in a sharp breath, sharp enough that Shepard’s irritation vanishes in a heartbeat.

“What is it?” Shepard asks.

Kaidan takes in the lean but softening muscle of Shepard’s chest, the deepening laugh lines around his eyes, the soft brush of silver that’s not just in his stubble – it’s in his temples, too, now that Kaidan’s looking.

“Nothing,” he says, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “Just…something I never thought I’d get to see.”    

#mass effect #mshenko #kaidan alenko #otp: after all this time #just sam and kaidan things #my fic #i had a lot of feelings about sam and kaidan today but am spinning my wheels on mezzo #so i put the feelings here