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swordsandshuttles · 2 years

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It had been nearly three days since the Normandy had departed the Citadel. The “civilian frigate” had certainly gotten some suspicious looks while she was docked, but C-Sec hadn’t delayed anything. Restocking had gone smoothly; with calls from the Presidium making sure there were no hold ups. By the time everyone was back on board, she’d been ready to depart. Shepard had spent the morning looking over the next dossier. They were on their way to a prison ship, the Purgatory. From the specs it looked like some old agriculture ship, something to transport animals in. A morbid irony grew in him, seemed like the perfect place for scum like that.

The whole thing was shaping up to be far more low-key than the previous missions. Miranda was already in talks with the warden, preparing a substantial payment for the release of a particular prisoner, Jack. The file on her had been anaemic to say the least: A career criminal, wanted for a number of extremely violent and destructive crimes. The list had been long, with everything ranging from Piracy and murder, all the way down to vandalism. No personal details or even a picture: Odd for someone with such a prestigious rap sheet. The only other detail mentioned aside from her crimes and psych profile was the main draw for her recruitment. She was perhaps the single most powerful human biotic ever discovered.

The idea bothered him. The last thing they needed was an unstable human atom bomb on board. Hell as far as he was concerned, they already had one. Shepard paused at the door to the Tech Lab, leaning against the wall. He let himself enjoy that familiar ache that came from working out. It might’ve taken a few boring hours to set up the gym in the cargo bay, but it had certainly been worth it. Running, lifts, squats, bag time, all of it was just what he needed: Somewhere to be physical, to push all the bullshit out of his mind and just focus on the moment.

Expanding the equipment had been the right call; it wasn’t long before he was sharing the space with everyone. Of course his morning routines were graced by Miss Lawson’s presence. She’d picked up the charming habit of scanning him for physiological readouts while he exercised, along with questions to test his reaction time. She really was a special lady, able to carry out a man’s recovery from death itself with all the warmth of a praying mantis.

There were some true positives, beyond getting to spar with the Cerberus agent at the end of every session. Miranda was still fast, and hard-hitting, but he’d definitely felt her flinch more than once just this morning. If nothing else, Shepard’s body seemed to be improving at least. And there were admittedly worse things than training with a beautiful woman in skin-tight gym gear. But sometimes he just wanted to unwind, climb on a machine and push himself. Yesterday evening had brought an unexpected and pleasant surprise. The gym had been empty except for a certain quarian, who herself had been looking for a moment alone. Tali had joined him on the running machines, the two of them squaring up for a little race. Sharing in the bliss of mindless action, the commander never stood a chance.

He was bigger and stronger, but the engineer ran like the wind. He couldn’t help stealing glances at her form; long, loping legs carried his friend like coiled springs. Even in the suit she kept perfect form, pushing the machine to its limits beneath her two-toed feet. He’d pushed harder, forcing every last drop of energy. But after what felt like an eternity he tapped out, slowing the machine. Panting from exertion, he sat down on the running belt. The quarian had joined him soon after, similarly breathless. In the heat of the moment, he’d made a joke: Some stupid turn of phrase that didn’t even stick in his memory. But the sound of Tali’s lilting laughter afterward, it was still clear as day.

Shepard touched his arm, unthinking. She hadn’t laughed like that since the night in his cabin, two years ago… he’d almost forgotten what it sounded like.

The door to the Tech Lab opened to a truly dichotomous scene. The most advanced technology money could buy and fit aboard a warship, contrasting with just the sheer mess of things scattered about. The resident genius of the Normandy was perhaps the strangest salarian the commander had ever met. It wasn’t right to judge a species by human standards. But allowing that indulgence for a moment, most had been uptight, neurotic and condescending.

With one in particular being such an asshole, that it had taken all of Shepard’s willpower not to paint the walls of the bastard’s Noveria office with brain matter. There were exceptions though, Captain Kirrahe had been a brave soldier and leader, and without his help the commander might’ve lost a lot more on Virmire than he already had. Perhaps it was just a matter of limited perspective, he’d never really had the chance to work with a salarian before this mission.

Man, did Mordin Solus fix that. A scientist with such an extensive catalogue of published papers and guest appearances you’d think he was a celebrity. Speaking in a weird, stilted cadence that seemed closer to an actual train of thought rather than conversation. He managed to be both friendly and polite, but also incredibly blunt and incisive at the same time. Shepard was a big enough man to admit he’d met some people who outstripped his own intellect before. But Mordin was that special breed of person who could make you feel stupid just listening to him.

Fast-talking and descriptive enough to explain complex theories in patronising simplicity, and yet still leave you feeling like a child when the talking was done. The salarian’s time in STG was apparent the moment they’d met, he was calm and collected despite the fighting in the Omega slums, and quick on the draw to demonstrate his skill with a gun. Hearing him talk it was hard to imagine a violent bone in the professor’s body, but that look in his large, dark eyes was unmistakable.

“Shepard! How can I help?” Mordin’s tone was energetic as ever...

#Rekindling A Hero #Mass Effect #mass effect fanfic #shepard x tali #Shali #Commander Shepard #Male Shepard #tali'zorah #tali'zorah vas normandy #Garrus Vakarian #Miranda Lawson #mordin solus #fanfic #Fic

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idk6123 · 6 months

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The Man Behind Mask (Shepard X Male Reader)

Shepard and his crew got themselves a new squad member. His name is Bloodshot, a contractor that takes up dirty jobs, such as assassination, mercenary work, thievery and much more. Shepard barely know anything about him. Not his name, only his workname. His entire body is covered up with a black suit and mask. Besides his work manners, Shepard doesn’t know a single thing about him. Even the Illusive Man seems to know nothing about it.

Because of it, Shepard wants to learn more about his new teammate. Thus, he gets to a small, dark room inside of the space shift where the assassin is located. He barely socializes with anyone else and keep his distance, so he’s far away from anyone.

Once Shepard gets to him, he sees the man, who is checking on his weapons. “Got a second? I want to talk to you.”

Bloodshot looks up. “What do you want?”

“I want to learn more about you. Care to share something?”

“I got nothing to share.” Y/N pulls down his pistol on the table to look back at Shepard. “You know my policy. I kill anyone who knows my identity.”

“I know. You don’t have to remind me.” Shepard remembers how much Miranda and especially Jacob wants to know the truth behind the mask, with the assassin just reminding him with his number 1 rule. “I meant anything else. Surely there is something you can talk about without revealing your identity.”

“Can I? Even the smallest of things can lead to my identity.”

“You’re that paranoid?” Shepard wonders.

“It’s the paranoia that keeps me alive.” The other man responds. “But feel free to ask.”

Shepard begins to think. He doesn’t want to bother his teammate with questions he isn’t going to answer. “Alright… Do you got any hobbies?”

“Privet.”

“Really? Not even that?”

“I can answer my hobbies as Bloodshot, but not as me. That’s okay?”

“Fine.” Shepard prefer to get to know the real man behind the mask, but this is the closest he can get.

“Cool. Well, I like collecting weapons. Study poison. Hacking. Training my biotics. Stuff like that.”

Shepard frowns a bit. “Anything that doesn’t revolve around death?”

The assassin begins to think. “I like to go to the strip club.”

Shepard chuckles. “Really?” He didn’t expected that. “Do you go with your suit…?”

“Yeah. My line of work is stressful. I’m allowed to see naked guys dance. It’s the closest chance I got with scoring with the guys without being in a relationship and hook-ups.”

Shepard feels a little sorry for his friend. He knows Thane doesn’t lives the happiest of lives, but at least he has a son he cares for. It’s unknown Bloodshot has one, but judging by what he knows about him, there is probably no one.

“Tell you want. Next to we hit the Citadel or Omega, we have a guy’s night. Deal?”

Bloodshot is contemplating the idea. Shepard can sense he’s torn. “I think about it. How about this? If you spot me and ask me out, I go if I have the time. I won’t drink, however. You cool with that?”

“Fine by me.”

And so, once they land on Omega, Shepard and his crew did their usual business with a few new missions along the way. After everything is done, Shepard seek his teammate out and once he did, both men went to one of the nightclubs.

Both men are sitting at a red booth inside a heavily crowded strip club. Luckily for both of them, they’re somewhere more isolated. Men and women are watching the almost naked men dancing. At the table they’re sitting, glasses of drinks are on it, though only Shepard is drinking it.

“Finally, some time to relax.” The assassin looks relieved. “The best way after a day of hard work is to see naked men.”

“When you first joined the team, I expected you to be…”

“Less horny?”

“I wouldn’t call it that. More… less appreciative of the male physique.” Shepard corrects him.

Bloodshot chuckles. “You sure can put it that way.” He looks back at the strippers, enjoying the scene. Usually, he’s alone. He never imagines someone else joining him. “Are you enjoying this?”

“This isn’t really my scene to be honest.” Shepard admits. “Sure, I do like to watch, but when it comes to stuff like this, I prefer having a relationship with someone I care for.”

Bloodshot looks back. “Someone like you must’ve flocks of people wanting to be with you. Is it nice to be so adored by so many?”

“Being famous has it’s perks and banes. I don’t think I will never have a normal relationship. It’s like I can walk around and ask someone out without them knowing who I am.”

The masked man hums. “Well, at least you still got clubs like these. You’re free to join me anything.”

Shepard smiles. “I prefer spending my time somewhere else. Still, once in a while won’t be bad.”

Bloodshot grabs his drink and put it up. “To work which now we can’t find a genuine relationship.”

Shepard grabs his drink and taps the glasses together. “Amen.”

It was another mission for the crew, and it all went pretty well all things considered. All objectives were successfully finished, nobody appears to be hurt. At least, that was what Shepard thought, until he found a splatter of blood that was definitely left by one of his men. During the mission, he has been asking his teammates if they’re alright, only to be told they are.

Shepard didn’t thought much of it, and so the mission ended. As he does his usual run around the ship, he thinks about the odd blood splatter, only to realize it may be Bloodshot. He can’t believe himself that he forgot about him. He was definitely there, but after the battle, he disappeared.

So, Shepard goes to his isolated room to knock on the door. “Bloodshot, are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” There is a painful hissing behind the door. “Just a flesh wound.”

“Doesn’t sound like it.” Shepard retorts. “You should have someone to look at it.”

“And let them learn my identity? No.”

Shepard sighs. “Where’s the wound?”

“Upper stomach area, through my back.” The assassin comments with a weak voice. “The bullet didn’t go through…”

Shepard looks worried. “Bloodshot, I insist, let someone look at it. There is no way you can fish the bullet out of your back.” There is no reply. The commander knows he’s torn about it. “Bloodshot, let me look at it. If we don’t take care of it, there is a chance you can’t fight anymore. At best, you won’t fight as well.”

After a couple of seconds, there comes a respond. “Fine. Come in.”

Shepard opens the door to get in the room. There, he sees the assassin, wearing his mask and pants. However, his stomach is revealed. Like Shepard suspected, he’s ripped. There are also blood splatters at his back.

“Congrats. You know what my race is. Feel lucky you didn’t see my face or-”

“You kill me. I know.” Shepard knows how much trust Bloodshot puts on him. His entire entity us unknown, so now that he knows his race it’s one bit of information that may seem little, but for the assassin is major. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

The assassin huffs. “Just make it quick.” Laying on his bed and lay on his stomach, he allows Shepard to do his work. On a table next to the bed, multiple medical tools are placed, some already used by the mercenary himself.

Shepard walks towards it and grabs it. Before he begins to work, he wants to make sure one thing. “This is going to hurt like hell. You took some painkillers?”

“Lots. Can’t feel my body at all.”

Shepard frowns. “How about next time you get hurt, get me and don’t try to do it yourself.”

“I come get you if I want to have a fun time. I don’t consider this fun.”

Shepard rolls his eyes. He grabs a chair and place it next to the masked man. With his equipment near him, Shepard begins the removal of the bullet. Slowly and carefully, Shepard uses a tweezer to go down in the flesh wound, making the assassin hiss out of pain.

“Sorry.” Shepard apologizes. He continues working and manage to grab the bullet. He slowly pulls the bullet out and put it on the side. Afterwards, Shepard put some medi-gel on the wound. “Done. You should still rest.”

“Thanks.” The masked man responds. He looks back at his commander. “I would’ve done it myself if I could.”

“I know.” Shepard responds. He continues to sit besides his friend. “Is there anything else I can do?”

“No. Just don’t tell anyone about my identity. It’s a risk I rather not take.”

“That people will find out?” Shepard questions. “I wasn’t going to say anything to someone.”

Bloodshot hums. “For whatever reason, I can sense you speak the truth. Anyway, you probably have better things to do. I take a day or so off. Speak to you later.”

And so, a day later, Shepard came back to Bloodshot’s quarter. This time though, the assassin is walking around without any issue. It appears he’s all better.

“Someone looks better.”

“I always look good.” The man responds with a chuckle. “Jokes aside, I feel better now. I’m ready to get back on the field.”

“Good. It was a lot harder to not have you at my side.” Shepard says with a smile.

“That sounds like you’re into me. Be careful with your words.”

“Well, maybe I meant it that way.” Shepard gives the assassin a charming smile.

It takes a couple of seconds for him to responds back. “Want to celebrate my recovery? I bought some sweet drinks. And… we can go to your room. It’s way more spacious.”

Shepard shows a smug smirk. “Sounds like a good time.”

And so, the two men are at Shepard’s bedroom, sitting at the couch and drinking the wine. Well, just Shepard. The assassin meanwhile is enjoying viewing the fish.

“I always enjoy watching them. It’s… mesmerizing.”

“Then maybe you should go to my room more often.” Shepard comments.

Bloodshot chuckles. “You really on the flirting today, huh?”

“Sorry. I just can’t help it.” Shepard takes another sip of his drink. “I’ve been thinking, about what we talked about back at the club. The only way to find a genuine relationship in this situation is by someone who understands you’re position.”

“Huh…” This makes the masked man think. “I never really thought about it. I always worked alone before this, so the thought never crossed my mind.” He looks back at Shepard. “I guess it’s worth a try… I… I never been in a relationship. All my experience comes from watching strippers.”

“Then maybe this could be good for us. We barely lived a normal life, and I doubt we can live one after all of this. But that’s alright. As long we have the option, it’s worth trying.”

“Shepard.” Shepard can’t tell his emotion, but the masked man is definitely smiling. “You’re way too sweet. Can we take it slow though? This is all too new to me.”

“Fine by me.”

It’s just before the infiltration of the collector base, with everyone fired up to rescue the rest of the crew. Still, they’re nervous, so everyone is preparing. Shepard though wants to talk to Bloodshot before they go. So, they go to his bedroom to talk.

“You doing alright?”

“I’m fine. Nothing new.” Bloodshot merely shrugs off his worries. “What about you?”

“I could be better to be honest. Still, I’m confident we’re going to win.” Shepard responds.

“Good to hear.” The assassin sits on the couch, with Shepard sitting next to him. His arm is around the masked man. “I’m glad we can talk. There is something I want to get off my chest.”

“What is it?” Shepard knows his partner sounds somewhat nervous.

“I’m… I’m not afraid of death. However, I’m afraid you will die. I can control my own body, but not yours.” Bloodshot admits. “That’s why I want to say something meaningful to you before we go.”

Shepard is curious what’s he going to say. However, he is slightly shocked when the assassin’s hands move to his mask to unzip it. Then, he slowly pulls it off, revealing a young man with shining eyes, alongside beautiful hair.

“My name is Y/N. …Hopefully you can know him instead of Bloodshot.”

Shepard can’t help but smile wide. He can’t but admire the man sitting besides him. “It’s nice to meet Y/N. I surely prefer looking at his handsome face then a masked.”

Y/N laughs. “Glad you think so. Too bad I have to hide it.”

“You don’t have to hide it for me.” Shepard puts his other hand on his partner’s face. “Feel free to show it when we’re alone together.”

“Glad to know that.” Y/N shows a genuine smile. “I don’t even know how long ago someone saw my face. 8 years or something?”

Shepard leans to his partner to gives a kiss. This is the first time to do so, since all Shepard could kiss before is a mask. It feels amazing. He can feel the love Y/N has for him. Shepard pulls back, with both men smiling widely.

“I love you, Y/N. I promise you’re identity will remain anonymous. And I promise I will survive whatever is going to happen.”

#mass effect #commander shepard #male shepard #mass effect x male reader #male shepard x male reader #shepard x male reader

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vorchagirl · 2 months

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i am so sorry this is so delayed, but here’s my fanfic asks for you - prepare yourself, my friend! ^•^

16 - 18 - 32 - 38 - 46 - 53 - 70 - 80

*80: what are some of your least favorite ships to read AND write?

16. Do you write by hand, on phone or on laptop?

I do the bulk of my writing on my laptop, but lately I've been writing more and more on my phone because I often find myself with spare time while I'm out and about. I do write by hand sometimes, but honestly, I find my phone more convenient now that I've mastered the art of phone writing, lol.

18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of your required the most research?

I do not enjoy research, lol. But it's an important part of writing, so I do it when I need to. I think the fic that required the most research was Lights in the Sky - I had to do a lot of research for trauma (emotional and physical), different types of wounds, and I had to contact Spanish friends for some help with my Spanish for Vega, and I had to ask my Russian friends to do some transliteration for Rennah's Russian lines. I think Sweet Little Lies is a close second - I had to do a ton of research for that fic too.

32. Do you take fic requests? Why/why not?

Not really, though I hesitate to say definitely no because I never know when an idea will grab me. I'm always open to drabble requests and love when people send those in, but full fics? Not reaaaally.

I used to take full fic requests, and I had some bad experiences with people acting like they owned my work or getting very obsessive with me and my fics. Mind you, I also have had some great experiences. I'm writing Distance because of a fic request, and the lovely person who requested that fic has been nothing short of friendly even though the fic has become much more than intended!

38. What is your most self indulgent posted story?

Lol, this one is easy. My Mass Effect Andromeda x Harlequin Mills and Boon style romance fic 'The Charlatan's Seduction Plan'. This was a labor of love because I genuinely love trashy romances, and my great friend Kit did the art for it. It was so much fun to write, but totally self indulgent!

46. If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life what would it be?

Probably mirror-verse fics where a good wholesome character becomes evil and obsessive. Like my Subject Zero Kaidan fic 'Through A Mirror Darkly'. I like when a good guy goes bad and gets obsessive.

53. What is the most used tag on yoru AO3?

'Romance' - which shocks me. I thought it would be 'shameless smut' XD

70. Are you subscribed to any writers on AO3?

I'm subscribed to 15 or so writers - not as many as I should be, but I have a bad habit of following fics instead of authors. Though if you post a fic or chapter and I review rather quickly, it's probably because I follow you!

80. What are some of my least favourite ships to read and write?

Honestly, and this is not hateful at all because I love that some of my best friends are passionate about their ships and characters, but my least favourite is anything with a male Shepard or male Pathfinder Ryder, no matter what the pairing. I just don't especially gel with a male Shepard. I guess because there is such an overwhelming lack of female representation in media I gravitate towards strong female characters in fics.

If we're talking specific ships which I struggle to write or read, I suppose my top 3 are probably Ash x Kaidan, Male Shep x Miranda, or fRyder x Jaal.

Having said that, I can usually read anything if people ask me to - and sometimes I love fics which I never expected to. So I'm always open to everything.

Thanks for the ask - sorry this was so long!

#asks #vorchagirl #my writing

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x3no9 · 6 months

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N7 month Day 3-" Flight"

Posting early so sorry I won't be around much tomorrow.

For this day, I have chosen an AU story I wrote featuring ME characters as Angels and a Devils. Mention of wings and flying several times.

M/M AND F/F. Mostly shameless. Mature readers only please! Written very casually.

OC male Shepard x Zaeed, Miranda x Jack, Subject Zero, Admiral Hackett x Jack Harper, Zaeed x Jack Harper and then a Starfield chapter. Each chapter is its own mini tale.

Some AI art ;)

#n7month #mass effect fanart #mass effect fanfiction #zaeed x male shepard #zaeed massani #jack harper #illusive man #admiral hackett #m/m #gay angels #gay devil #starfield fanfiction #male oc x jaylen pryce #admiral hackett x jack harper #zaeed x illusive man #zaeed massani x steven hackett x jack harper #day 3

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findroleplay · 1 year

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Hello! I’m currently seeking partners for some fandom based roleplay stories. I have over a decade of roleplay experience and typically lead toward novella style stories (usually a minimum of 4 paragraphs). Smut and NSFW themes are allowed, but the story and characters come first. Below are a list of fandoms that I am looking for, as well as specific character and/or gender pairings:

(In stories with specific character pairings, the one I intend to play will be listed first)

•DC Comics:

• MxF Pairings:

- Dick Grayson x Barbara Gordon

- Dick Grayson x Helena Bertenelli

- Bruce Wayne x Selina Kyle

- Bruce Wayne x Diana

- OC x OC

• FxF Pairings:

- Barbara Gordon x Dinah Lance

- Barbara Gordon x Kara Zor-El

- OC x OC

• FxM Pairings:

- OC x OC

•Apex Legends:

•FxF pairings:

- Bangalore x Loba

•Mass Effect:

• FxM pairings:

- FemShep x Thane Krios

•MxF Pairings:

- Male Shepard x Liara T’Soni

- Shepard x Jack

- Shepard x Miranda Lawson

- Shepard x Tali

•FxF Pairings:

- FemShep x Liara T’Soni

- FemShep x Samantha Traynor

- Jack x Miranda Lawson

•Cyberpunk 2077

•FxF Pairings:

- Fem V x Judy Alvarez

#rp #roleplay #oc rp #cyberpunk 2077 rp #dc comics rp #mass effect rp #apex legends rp

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operativenightingale · 3 years

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Why is a lot of fic that includes Miranda x Male Shepard either male gazey p*rn or leaning towards 'lets make Shepard an asshole'? Doesn't Miranda deserve a good man? 😩

#miranda lawson #shawson #shiranda #mshawson #mass effect #male shepard #miranda x male shepard #i kinda of get not wanting to make your femshep look bad but sometimes i just wanna read good mshawson #just two idiots in love. no cheating no oversexualization no abandonment #i kinda prefer fshawson too but things like this is why i barely search mshawsons tag #even if i do like it #ive got the cutest male shep for when i get mele. i ship miranda with love and happiness ok #ig this also to say if yall got any mshawson (and overall miranda) fic recs im 👀#q

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buttercup--bee · 3 years

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Shepard: If I run and leap at Garrus, he’ll most certainly catch me.

Miranda: I don’t think -

Shepard: *sprinting* I’m coming in!

Garrus: Wait, no, I’m holding coffee!

Garrus: *drops coffee to catch Shepard*

Shepard: See!

#it’s dumb I know #BUT I DO WHAT I WANT #mass effect incorrect quotes #shakarian #shepard x garrus #broshep #femshep #female shepard #male shepard #shepard #garrus vakarian #miranda lawson #source: brooklyn 99

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minthara · 2 years

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Don’t say goodbye.

#gamingedit #meedit #mass effect #miranda lawson #shawson #male shepard #mshep #petra.gif #oc: ryan shepard #otp: ryan x miranda #trying to get into the mood to write it didnt work xoxo #also too lazy to find good scenes i was just trying out the middle arrangement tbh

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mortt-artsy · 3 years

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What if Shepard gave Miranda their jacket after their date? 🥺 bioware hire me

#Miranda Lawson #Mass Effect #Shawson #Shiranda #Shepard x Miranda #Female Shepard #Male Shepard #Commander Shepard #love and affection for miranda? more likely than you think #what good is the remaster if i cant smooch her as femshep or give her my jacket?? unacceptable #shes overthinking every sec but loving it #lmao as we know i operate on spite. i saw some miranda hate and here we are #my art

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grtmnick · 10 months

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Cover art for “Mass Effect: The Cloned Conspiracy”

A Mass Effect Trilogy & Chuck (TV) fan fiction crossover by Grtmnick

#mass effect #mass effect trilogy #mass effect 2 #male shepard x miranda lawson #male shepard x miranda #shepard x miranda #fanfic #fanfiction #mass effect fanfiction #mass effect fan fiction #ao3 #AO3 fanfic #cover art #chuck #male shepard x sarah walker #male shepard x walker #shepard x walker #sarah walker

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wellthisisawkwqrd · 3 years

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Liara slowly losing her mind as Male Shep demonstrates over and over again throughout ME3 how Miranda has usurped her place in his life: prioritizing her mission with her dad, photos of her in his quarters, Joker having her on speed dial to keep Shep from going off the deep end, Shep telling her in the presidium how much he's looking forward to settling down with Miranda after the war.

Aetheyta trying to get Liara to give up on him because apparently all of Thessia knows and it's not a good look. Aria telling her to snap out of it because asari just aren't Shep's type, Shep refusing her mind meld just before the end.

A post-destroy ending where Miranda finds out she's pregnant with twins and Shepard post-humously declares her his wife and official next of kin.

She gets his name, dog tags, and all of his property including significant holdings all over the Attican Traverse especially his home colony of Mindoir. The Alliance has also given her control of her father's still-significant assets as his only known surviving heir.

She finds a graybox in the house in Mindoir that Shepard recorded for her and the twins who he just knew were inside her. The encryption key is in his dog tags.

Basically Miranda wins because Liara snoozed in ME2.

#mirandaxmshep #shepard x miranda #miranda lawson #liara t'soni #mass effect #aria t'loak #matriarch aethyta #male shepard #destroy ending #This otp is eating my brain

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mtreebeardiles · 2 years

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Restoration, Ch. 11

Full chapter over on AO3 Please note: references to hospitals, surgeries in this chapter. Actual surgery does not happen here, but wanted to give that heads’ up anyway

Lord knows it ain’t an easy topic for ME, so.

"Shepard and Coats are secure."

Comms were still crackling, but it was better than nothing and Miranda would take what she could get. Thoughts threatening to run off in different directions were corralled and focused, narrowing to the chase: figures, clad in black, the waver of sub-par tactical cloaks struggling to come back online, and she threw another wave of dark energy at them.

"Roger that; in pursuit." A wince as feedback screeched in her ear, audio echoing, and she could only hope Gianna had gotten the message. They'd worked together long enough over the past three years that she was confident that her partner would move on to the next phase of their extraction plan.

A shimmer of biotic blue wrapping around her from top to toe and Miranda concentrated, altering her own mass to drift down safely to the level the three assailants had dropped after scurrying away from her shockwave. A grunt of effort and she made it to the ground, and maybe she wasn't as powerful as Jack or Samara but discipline still counted for something.

That, and a whole lot of practice.

This wasn't generally how she liked to operate, these days. Sloppiness wasn't something she usually tolerated, but the message had come in unexpectedly and they'd been the closest responders. There just hadn't been time, time to counter-hack whatever had taken out the comms in the area, time to scout properly, time to sneak up and incapacitate the threat. This wasn't one of Gianna's covert missions, all corporate espionage and misdirection; it also wasn't one of Miranda's retributions, knocking pirates and mercs out if they thought to attack colonies and cities struggling to get back on their feet even years after the Reaper War.

It was a favor, desperate, called in by a friend the moment he'd been made aware of the threat.

Sure does pay to be in good with the Shadow Broker.

But even Liara hadn't seen it coming in time, which meant it was either a new threat or an old one making use of some new tech. Either way, not great.

Miranda hated going in blind.

She also hated the reality that her chances of catching these people, of capturing and taking them in alive, were very, very slim. Biotic displays aside she needed to be careful. With so little information, they needed to piece together as much as they could, and that meant a high possibility of needing to let these three go.

Fighting is a kind of learning, at least, she thought, snagging one about the ankle and jerking them back with a careful Pull. The other two didn't hesitate to surge onward, abandoning their comrade. Figures.

Miranda grit her teeth, throwing out another lash of dark energy in an attempt to slow them down as she caught up with the first. If she could make it look convincing enough, maybe they'd risk coming back to help their friend…

Catching up with the first one, Miranda moved to engage, snagging the figure's weapon from their hands and tossing it out of reach. An omni-tool glowed on an arm, coalescing into a blade, and Miranda jerked back to avoid the swing.

The dance began in earnest then, Miranda making a point to stumble here and there, refocusing her biotics to prime for a barrier in case one of the other two decided the risk of a shot was worth it. She hid a smile as they reconsidered their chances and came back, entering the fray.

Losing a fight, losing it convincingly, was an art Miranda had been struggling to perfect over the past few years. Lying with her body, her movements, letting it seem as if hits landed cost more than they did didn't come naturally to her. But Gianna had been a patient teacher, and she rather thought she was doing her partner proud with this performance.

Stumbling back, hand going to her bleeding lip, and Miranda leaned into the idea that biotics, while powerful, needed time to cool down before they could pull out any more fancy tricks. A lure, bringing them in, and her barrier flickered over her skin a moment before exploding outward, knocking them on their feet. She made a show of sinking to one knee as they scrambled back up and ran, taking their opportunity to escape.

And hopefully, Miranda thought, backing up and out of their sightline -- just in case. She drew up her 'tool. Telling us exactly where the rat's nest is.

The tracker blipped on her screen, strong and steady, and Miranda's lips twisted into a satisfied grin.

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