#Mass Effect fanfiction

[yuukian-aurorerose]

Another post for N7 day

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

[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!

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Bio(ware)feedback 2/8/25

If you are: 1) in a Bioware fandom, 2) want fic comments/engagement, this event is for you!

Directions:

Reblog this post with a link to your fic

I will reblog that for exposure, and I will leave kudos & comment on your fic. It will probably take several days to get through everyone. Thank you for your patience!

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Thanks for sharing your work!

[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.

[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?

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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...

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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...

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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.

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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.

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

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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?

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

[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.

[lilmissnatcat24]

Garrus couldn’t get enough of her. He surged forward, her back making contact with the seat as his hands greedily held onto her waist, squeezing tightly. Her fingers danced up his arms, on his face, to his neck, around his waist. All of it , he wanted to say. Take all of it. It’s yours. It’s always been yours. 

HUGE shoutout to the FANTASTIC @tightassets who did such an amazing job with the art for this year's big bang!!!!

[spectre-requisitions-exchange]

THE SPECTRE REQUISITIONS RARE PAIR EXCHANGE RETURNS FOR 2025

Are you a rare pair shipper? Do you love those pairings that canon never supplied? Or maybe you’re just good ol’ shipping trash who loves to ship almost EVERYONE in the Mass Effect universe? Then boy do we have good news for you!

The Spectre Requisitions Rare Pair Exchange is here!  We’re a rare pair fanart and fanfiction exchange that’s open for the Mass Effect Trilogy and Mass Effect Andromeda. Whether you started with the original Mass Effect or got into the series through Andromeda or the remaster; whether you favor gen and platonic or threesomes and moresomes -- we want you to join us! Mark the dates on your calendar and get those thinking caps on for nominations!

If you’re not already in the Discord, come join us! It’s open year-round for all your rare pair needs.

2025 SCHEDULE

Nominations begin: January 16 Nominations end: January 23 Signup begins: January 25 Signup ends: February 8 Assignments: February 11 (at latest) Assignments due: March 23 Assignment reveal: March 30 Creator reveal: April 6

Watch this space for a guide to nominations! We can't wait to see what rare relationship goodness you come up with this year!

[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.

[thedissonantverses]

Writing Challenge Wednesday:

Okay so me and @operative-arrow decided Davrin is the forever DM of the Veilguard. He’s definitely got a homebrew campaign with his own monsters from his book and making the figures for it.

In honor of that I wanna see the Veilguard crew playing dnd. Show me your Rooks, their love interests. Show me their friendships. I wanna see them arguing about the rules or making snacks or just generally them hanging out together. (It actually doesn’t have to be dnd themed I just want slice of life around the Lighthouse) As usual there’s no time limit, reblog, comment, link or dm me!

[yuukian-aurorerose]

If the Stars Could Speak - DARKofNIGHT

MASS EFFECT | SHAKARIAN

Art by @wei723

Fic by @sombredelanuit

End page art - Denouement by eddy-shinjuku

[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.

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Hello it is 12/21/2024 and it is BW fic comments Saturday again!

How it works:

Reblog this post with a link to your fic (or a fic you think is underrated) from the DA or ME fandoms (you could do the others, too, but I’m not as familiar with KOTOR, JE, BG, Anthem, etc)

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Thanks for sharing your work!

[hanasnx]

“ COLLIDE LIKE TWO STARS FOR A WHILE ” — shakarian.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: during ME1, pre-romance. WARNINGS: fem shepard | spacer backstory, if you squint | established relationship as friends | slow burn romance themes | regular romance themes | friends to lovers and this is the precursor, the friends bit, so to speak.

It’s unlikely but not impossible that extraction fails, and night falls quickly. Out in the middle of nowhere, under the stars, SHEPARD and her team of GARRUS VAKARIAN and Urdnot Wrex are stranded until early next morning. They adapt, as survivalists do, and make camp with limited supplies. Communications are on the fritz, but she’s not worried yet, right now they should get some rest. “You two get a head-start, I’ll keep first watch.” she’d said. It had been a while since then, the fire’s low, and she yawns into her hand. At least it’s a hell of a view, she hasn’t been somewhere without light pollution in years. She sees stars outside the windows of the Normandy all the time, but nothing like this. Perhaps there’s some ancient human in her after all, the kind that once-in-a-while needs solid ground under her feet while she gazes into the sparkling canopy of the skies. She draws in a deep, calming breath. This mission didn’t go her way, it’s been nothing but tough choices and rushed half-baked ideas trying to catch up to Saren. Now they’re stuck, waiting here until their retrieval.

Some rustling, then footsteps sound behind her, and she pivots her head in the direction at attention until she recognizes them. Garrus comes to stand aside her, the curves of his armor illuminated in the dull light. “Any action, Commander?”

Shepard is reminded of herself, sitting straighter at the sight of her subordinate. Elbows rest on her propped up knees, and her gloved fingers fiddle to get the blood flowing. Through her exhaustion, she musters a weak “heh.” cocking her head to reach the back of her neck to her hand and give it a rub. With a tired quirk to her lips she responds, “Not yet, Vakarian, but the night’s still young.”

Garrus aligns himself, and slowly seats next to her releasing a sigh on the way down. “I came to relieve you.”

"Yeah, I'll turn in in a minute." she replies, facing forward. He mirrors her position. Through lids not yet heavy, she watches the horizon, the long stretch of flatland curtained by the blue night. A thought occurs, and her brows quirk, glancing at him slyly. "It hasn't been that long. Couldn't sleep?"

"You could say that." he concedes, and pivots his body in the direction of the lumpy sleeping bag confining Wrex. "He snores, you know."

Something about Garrus's skill with subtle comedic timing has her scoff through her nose, curling her lips a second time that night. "Didn't notice." she audibly realizes, downturning her mouth with a discreet shrug. "At least one of us will be well-rested tomorrow."

"He'll have to carry us to the Normandy." he says it like it's a warning, but it passes over her head.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll love that." she quips, but she's far too drained to come up with anything clever to sustain the banter—not that she could outrun Garrus's mouth on a good day.

It's quiet for a moment. The noises of night fill the space from lack of conversation, and the dimmest of embers retreat into the centers of the wood from the fire.

Sheepishly, he studies her. "Commander?" His gaze shifts to his wrists resting on his propped up knees. "About today..." His fist forms as it hangs off the precipice, and he wishes he had a blade of grass to rip up between his fingers—anything to ease the churn in his stomach over bringing this up.

"Don't mention it, Garrus. Shit happens." A plainly informal response so abrupt it takes him aback. He's never known Shepard to be a shining example of professionalism, but the wall that's usually between them feels a little thinner right now. "Whatever went wrong it's my fault anyway."

Taking responsibility like a leader... he thinks. Against his judgment—quick to fight her for accountability and insist there's nothing she could've done—he seals his mandibles and waits.

"I've never been the Commander of my own ship before." she observes it like it's just now sinking in, and Garrus senses the beginning of an anecdotal explanation. It's an exceedingly rare thing, knowing next to nothing about Shepard's personal life that she supplied herself, he dares not move lest he break the miraculous trance she's in. "I've led units, sure, but I was always going home on someone else's orders. Now, it's different." She leans her weight to one side, lifting her foot to kick at a rock in front of her boot. The jagged edges of it draw a swirling picture in the loose sandy dirt. "I can't call the Council every time I need help." She settles into her seat, crossing her arms in a lax hug of her knees as she curls forward. It's... child-like.

Garrus is at a loss. This shade of vulnerability on his commanding officer is unseen and it's an understatement to say it's difficult to navigate. If he says the wrong thing, she'll remember who she's talking to, who she is, and the last thing she wants is to be pitied—that much he does know. He clenches his jaw. This is some freak combination of a mission gone sideways, the night air, her exhaustion, and his chance presence—it must be. There won't be another moment like this, and he doesn't want to screw up her opinion of him.

It's quiet again. "I can be your help." dies on his lips. A heavy weight presses into his chest, like he let her down.

"You're from Palaven, right?" The inquiry catches him off guard, and he perks up.

"Palaven?" his tone conveys his confusion about the abrupt shift, as if it's irrelevant where he hails from. "Er, yes. Cipritine, to be exact." After supplying the answer, he wears a shade of embarrassment on his neck for forgetting to address her properly. The question of whether or not he should've added a "sir" irks him, and his claws through his gloves scrape over the armor at his knee.

"What's it like there?"

If he was crossing the line, she made no show of it. Instead he saw the reflection of the stars in her eyes, and he wondered if she was trying to imagine his birthplace, or see it from where she sits now, thousands of lightyears away.

He hasn't given it much thought since he left, but for her sake, he'll make an exception. Glancing at his lap, he tries to remember what was so special about it other than a place to live, a place to be proud of simply because it sired him. He has respect for where he came from, but does he have love? He's unsure facing it head-on now. Regardless, he tries to describe it objectively. "It's... nice- I think. Warm... and- and safe."

After those few words, he gauges her reaction uneasily, but she's unfazed. Hundreds of twinkling lights in her gaze as she focuses on each one, pupils darting side-to-side as if she's counting them. Her body language relaxes, releasing her legs to let them fall apart, as her hands fix behind her, leaning on them.

Her comfort, it instills him. "Tall, silver spires reaching for the skies. It's... not like here." The surrounding flat land is nothing but sparse withered palmed trees and dry dirt. As he takes it all in, his eyes land on the back of her hand within reach of him. His heart rate picks up, and for one lapse he envisions placing his own there—like it's the right time for it. However, such a deeply inappropriate idea crazes him, sharply whipping his head away from the view of it to avoid considering it for another second. Considering it was a mistake, accidentally born out of these special circumstances and nothing more. To change the subject of his own mind, he adds, "Uh, well, what about you? Where are you from?" His words come out a little too quick for his tastes, falling clumsily out of his mouth as he nervously gestures towards her.

Shepard shrugs. "Never spent enough time in one place to know, really."

Within that small sentence, Garrus begins to feel a new appreciation for his home, one he may have took for granted before. "Oh." He star-gazes with her, and for a moment he wonders if he can see Palaven from here.

"It's alright. Cipritine sounds nice." she says, sincerely. It eases him.

"Maybe you'll visit it one day." he offers this suggestion hopefully as if in attempt to lift her spirits.

Her brows furrow, and a smile of disbelief stretches onto her features, spotlighted by starshine. "Yeah, as soon as I grow some Turian hide. Right."

"Heh. Right."

A loud and obnoxious groan of frustration alerts the pair, pivoting their necks in its direction, but exchanging eye contact with each other instead. "Will you kids keep it down? Some of us are trying to get some sleep over here." the throaty voice of Wrex scolds them, yanking them back into reality. Both of their bodies suddenly feel a little heavier.

"Speaking of which," Shepard gets up, and dusts herself off. "I should, uh, get some sleep." She jabs her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the sleeping bags, ignoring the way Wrex rolls over, grumbling to himself.

"You do that." Garrus nods to her.

"Take it easy." she tells him, and the sound of her footsteps distance themselves from his ear.

Just like that, the wall is back up... but it's a little thinner than before.

[thatwildwolfwrites]

did anyone order some desperate begging mess garrus vakarian porn