#Mass Effect fanfiction

[lilmissnatcat24]

bound ch 2- the circumstances of status

Shepard and her benefactor, Lord Anderson, discuss the status of Normandy House and the upcoming marriage season.

pairing: female shepard/ garrus vakarian

rating: explicit

tags: regency au, marriage of convenience, enemies to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut, fake dating, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, fluff and angst

lil text blurb:

“The seamstress was here today,” Anderson said, worn as if it caused him great fatigue to speak. “I had to turn her away, as you were nowhere to be found.” 

“I fired the seamstress,” Shepard said pleasantly. 

Anderson gave her one very long, very hard look. “You fired the seamstress?” 

“Indeed. Turned her away down at her storefront. I brought along some spare credits I had sitting around as a compensation of course-- I am not a monster. But I stand to figure: no fancy new dresses, no ball for me.” It was a plan that, in her own private rationale of her head, sounded much more sane than how it did on her lips. Still, Shepard did her very best to look unperturbed. 

Anderson gave a great, heaving sigh. His entire chest cavity looked significantly skinner without the breath in his lungs, his clothes nearly baggy on his shoulders. “Jane…” 

“Do not Jane me,” Shepard snapped. She knew she was being unfair, and could do very little to stop herself. She felt once more as a tiny child with dessert being taken away for being snarky at the dinner table. As if to lean into the image, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. “You expect me to take this sudden shift lying down. Well I won’t! I will fight and kick and claw, as it is my nature.” 

[mushroommanchanterelle]

Guys you'll never guess what I'm writing.

Obsessed with the idea of Garrus slowly learning to not be a yes-man to people he respects and slowly learning how to love (platonically and romantically) outside of a system of hierarchy.

[milkywayes]

The reality was as cold and disillusioning as the rain.

a big thank you to @that-wildwolf for commissioning me to capture this emotional scene from Edge of Yesterday!

[yuukian-aurorerose]

Another post for N7 day

I hosted a binder international exchange for Mass Effect and here are the beautiful binds I made!

[thatwildwolfwrites]

—in which turians gossip.

Have you heard about Castis Vakarian's youngest?

His son? Yeah. Apparently he got detention again. It's the fifth time this week. I don't know why that child keeps talking back. It's like he has no respect for authority.

Well, they'll beat that out of him at bootcamp. He'll fall in line eventually.

Why can't he just be normal? All the other kids his age understand this already. Maybe something's wrong with him...

I wonder. He's not growing up into a good turian... Poor Castis.

Have you heard about Castis Vakarian's son?

--

Yes. What a waste. I heard he ranked at the very top in all sharpshooting and hand to hand combat tests... and all of that for nothing.

What's wrong with him? 

He will never make a good turian.

Spirits, poor Castis. First the accident, and now that son of his...

--

What about his son? I thought he was normal now. Didn't he find a job, outside the military?

He did. Citadel Security, like his father. Easier outlet for that... passion of his. You know. All that talk of justice and right and wrong... Castis hoped working at C-Sec would help him get it out of his system. Start being normal. Maybe he would finally burn through that... energy.

Did it work?

He's constantly fighting with his superiors. Disobeying orders. Questioning their judgement. I hear he's just as much trouble out there as he ever was down here.

I don't envy Castis right now. Hearing about your son constantly failing at the job you excelled at... It's got to do something to you.

Have you heard about Castis Vakarian's son? I heard he actually quit C-Sec now. Couldn't even conform to that. Now he's left the Citadel on a whim, with some human, on an impulse...

--

Poor Castis.

Poor Castis.

I heard Castis Vakarian's son was part of that mess at the Citadel, with the geth.

--

Apparently he's aiming to be a Spectre now. I don't know how his father is going to take that.

I wouldn't want to be in his plates right now.

Have you heard about Castis Vakarian's son? He dropped out of the Spectre training program.

--

Have you heard? He's gone mad.

I heard he finally snapped. Had some sort of identity crisis, left spirits know where without saying anything.

I suppose it was always a matter of time. There's always been something wrong with that boy. Still, his poor family...

Have you heard about Castis Vakarian's son? 

--

Have you heard about Castis Vakarian? Yeah, he has kis kids staying over.

I heard. Just when you think it couldn't get any worse. Working with a terrorist organisation. Human supremacists, too... I can't imagine what his father's going through right now.

--

I heard it's a difficult family situation, yes. The mother's dying, and he... At least he still has his daughter, not like that good for nothing son of his.

Have you seen him? What a disgrace. Half his body covered in scars like that. Wearing his failures right on his face... His family must be so ashamed.

Heard he's saying he's fallen in love with an alien. A human of all species. 

Disgusting.

That's just adding insult to injury. His poor family.

Poor Castis.

Have you heard about Castis Vakarian's son?

--

Isn't he the one in charge of that refugee camp on the Citadel? Who even decided to put him in a leadership role?

I don't know. I heard he's friends with the new Primarch. I heard he failed upwards. I heard he's in an important position now, in charge of helping with that war summit.

This damn war. They'll promote anyone as long as they're still alive.

--

--

--

Have you seen? Commander Shepard's written a private account about the Reaper War. Have you read this? 

--

Incredible.

Heartwarming.

Inspiring.

Unbelievable.

Beautiful.

She wrote about Garrus Vakarian.

They were close. He was her lieutenant. Her closest aide. Her best friend.

He held her up when she stumbled. He asked her to take care of herself. He checked in with her. He cared. When everyone else saw the Commander, he was the only one who saw a person. He was the only one who asked how she was doing. He was the only one who supported her.

She wrote about everything he did for her.

He's the only reason she had the strength to win that war.

He saved the world.

--

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Have you heard about Castis Vakarian?

--

You mean Garrus Vakarian's father? Yeah. I heard. He must be so proud.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

GARRUS VAKARIAN is a “waist guy.” At first you thought he misunderstood your question. It was light-heartedly put, but obviously held ulterior motive as a flirt when you asked: “Ass or tits, Vakarian?” It’s a common question, and you like to trip him up. He eyed you curiously, neurons firing behind his eyes as he walked himself through your inquiry, mandibles parted in shock. Until he responds, “Waist, I think.” A comical smile stretches your lips. He stands a little straighter. “Yes, waists.” he reiterates, confident. Asses or tits on turians… well, there’s not much to look at. Thighs are fairly popular, but not his cup of tea. Waists are his speed. “Good handles, look good in clothes, look good out of clothes. Can’t go wrong.” He nods to himself and gets back to work while you quirk your brow at him and tap your foot next to his, only to stroke the tip of it up his calf. He blinks, and glances at you curiously. Somehow, you found his answer endearing, and he thanks his lucky stars someone like you is into him.

[continuous-spec]

The Reds, red tape, and everything in between intertwine Officer Garrus Vakarian and Shepard in a murder investigation.

Art for The Forces That Bind Us

[messydiabolical]

Artwork for the incredible ❤ @griffamene ❤ featuring Thane's special outfit from the fic 'Bait and Switch' Warning!!! Heavy topics in this fic folks, heed the tags. Sadomasochism of many varieties be in here, not of the safe and sane variety. Hard E. Brighter version of the piece, and zoom ins and some of the progress shots, below the cut!

Brightened up for dark screens:

detail boxes version:

sketch and line art.

[girafficparka]

“I just realized something,” she said, and Garrus caught an interesting readout on his visor. Her heart rate had ticked up. He fought to keep his own from matching it.

She took a seat next to him on the couch and plucked the datapad from his hand. She tossed it to the ground.

“What’s that?”

Was he shouting, or was his response only that loud in his head?

“I have a break in my schedule.” A smile. “A two-hour break.”

They were in the middle of her office in the middle of the day. She couldn’t want… Maybe she just wanted to talk? And she locked the door so they wouldn’t be interrupted?

Garrus swallowed heavily, “Is that right?”

Shepard nodded, and then reached forward to rest her hand on the side of his face. Garrus leaned into the warmth of her immediately. If she could understand subvocals, he would have been embarrassed at what he was conveying.

“Do you want to do a little more research?”

~~~

Palaven Rising Chapter 15 is just a click away.

[hum-tittle]

Happy N7 day! Here is something I've been working on 😬

So in mass Effect we know ✨adult films✨ exist and that Shepard is famous enough to have a VI made of them, meaning that there’s probably ✨ Shepard impersonators ✨

With that this is how I think the crew would find out. (Preface in ME3 if you romance Garrus, Joker sent him vids to help him woo Shepard)

[meredithalden]

happy n7 day everyone. i wrote omegaverse porn on a dare

[lilmissnatcat24]

im writing a shakarian one shot that's actually so out of pocket im getting slightly ashamed with myself, please enjoy

When Shepard first left the Battery, door swooshing close behind her, leaving Garrus alone in what could only be described in a fugue state in a room that resembled less of a gun battery and more of a coffin-- the only thing he could think of was how in the world he was supposed to have sex with a woman without plates to protect their skin from his talons. Did she realize that? That she had such a thin epidermis that all he had to do was look at it sharply and it would rupture? Had she ever seen his talons? He knew the answer to that before he ever proverbially asked it in his own head: no. Of course she hasn’t seen your hands, he thought. That’s much too intimate for whatever it is that you and Shepard are. Maybe she’d back out if she saw them. Maybe she’d come to her senses. Or maybe, he’d shave them down for her.  Garrus attempted to lean over his calculations once more on his console. All of the numbers on the screen blurred together, seemingly floating into the air around him and making him slightly motion sick. Or, it was possibly due to the fact that the only friend he had left in the galaxy just told him she wanted to fuck him. That potentially could have been it, too.  He’d talk to Dr. Chakwas, get Shepard’s medical history. Maybe Cerberus undid a few of the screws she had left in her head. Or, maybe the Collectors were one big, elaborate cover for Cerberus. Maybe they just wanted to run tests on cross-species intercourse, and Shepard was the galaxy’s most expensive guinea pig.  Despite it all, despite the disbelief, Garrus felt a warm sensation in his gut. It wasn’t heartburn or indigestion. It wasn’t a stomachache. It wasn’t anything that could be explained rationally. He ate the same exact thing every day, and unless Gardner decided to mix his rations up with the levos, he doubted that he was getting poisoned.  It wasn’t until Garrus tried to touch his stomach did it flourish into something else entirely. It was arousal. He swallowed it down, suddenly horrified and disgusted with his own treacherous body. Was that all it took to get him going anymore? What was he, fifteen years old and fresh faced cadet in his first week of bootcamp? Had it been so long since he’d been with another person that even just the insinuation of sex turned him on? 

[mcgeeki]

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[milkywayes]

dreamt a cipher - chapter 9: Reach, Recoil

a shepard/garrus post-destroy ending longfic.

rating: M pairing: female shepard/garrus vakarian additional tags: angst with a happy ending, slow burn (of sorts), fraught pining, reconciliation

fic link // chapter link

Teaser:

“Vakarian. I know that name. You were—” her gaze rabbits to Shepard and back—“Uh. You were gunnery officer of the Normandy. Both of them.” It sounds like a realization, not a question. There’s a flat certainty to it that makes Shepard keep her expression carefully blank. “Yes,” answers Garrus anyway. “Among other things.” It’s not like that’s, per se, inaccurate, and there’s a chance he doesn’t mean it like that, but it’s still not enough to stop her from elbowing him. Not a mistake she would have made at some later, more awake hour; her bones collide with the unyielding curve of his well-fortified lower ribs in a way that zaps pain up her arm and that must’ve felt like the barest nudge to him. She hisses. A large hand lands on her shoulder, patting twice before it falls away. Garrus hasn’t moved his eyes from Natalie, who in turn is very much staring at where his hand just was.

-> read the whole chapter on AO3.

[yuukian-aurorerose]

If the Stars Could Speak - DARKofNIGHT

MASS EFFECT | SHAKARIAN

Art by @wei723

Fic by @sombredelanuit

End page art - Denouement by eddy-shinjuku