#kaidan alenko x female shepard

[scripts4dreamers]

Just a headache

AN: I am officially Back on my Bullshit, writing for characters from a video game that came out in 2007 but, in my defence, I only discovered them like two months ago. Furthermore, I will never understand the Kaidan Alenko hate, I heard that man say "I'm 32 years old, Shepard. You don't live this long without coming to terms with yourself" and SWOONED. We love a man who doesn't need fixing! Characters: Kaidan Alenko, fem!Shepard Warnings: None Spoilers: None

The first time it happened it was so innocuous that Shepard barely noticed. She called for Kaidan to meet her in the cargo hold and instead got Joker in her ear.

“No can do, boss. Alenko’s a no-go. Gotta pick someone else.”

Oh well, it happens. She shrugged it off and hooked Liara into a quick Mako ride instead.

The second time it happened she was actually looking for him. Nothing serious was going on and she’d wanted his opinion on some readings they’d picked up coming from the Argos Rho cluster.

“Lieutenant,” she’d started, staring intently down at her datapad, “can you take a look at these for me? I think I-Lieutenant?”

There was an empty spot where the lieutenant usually stood. She had, in fact, been talking to air. Okay, a little embarrassing, but where was Kaidan? He was always there, like always. She knew he wasn’t on the bridge, she’d just come from there. They were in space, so he couldn’t have gone for a walk. He said the cargo hold made him feel claustrophobic, so he wouldn’t be down there. Maybe the engineering bay? She felt strangely off kilter not knowing where Kaidan Alenko was. He was something of a constant for her, a little piece of stability in her incredibly chaotic world. With him missing…

“Everything alright, Commander?” he asked, appearing at her right shoulder and making her jump.

“Lieutenant,” she said, with a little screech. Kaidan chuckled and she flushed, continuing, “I was just-I was looking for you and you weren’t here.”

Did Kaidan look…guilty? He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and avoided her gaze. Now that she thought about it, something was definitely off with Kaidan. His skin was slightly sallow and he was holding his body with a kind of forced stiffness. When he moved there was the slightest edge of gingerness to it, like he was afraid of something. They were subtle things, expertly hidden, but Shepard had spent too much time on the field with Kaidan to not notice. He was definitely hiding something.

“I’m here now, Commander,” he replied with a tight, but sincere smile, “can I help you with something?”

She opened her mouth to question him, but something kept her quiet. Kaidan had never pushed her, never forced her to be more open than she was ready to be. Maybe it was time she gave him that same respect. Still, if she did a little research when she was alone in her cabin that night, who would know?

The third time…well, the third time it happened, everything clicked. They had just cleared out a base on Luna whose VI had gone rogue. It had been more tedious than actually challenging, but the constant buzz of the drones, the hum of the kinetic barriers and the harsh glare of the grenades Ashley had been launching had left Shepard feeling irritable and overstimulated. Ashley was uncharacteristically quiet as they clambered back into the Mako, which was the only clue as to how tired she was as she stared listlessly out the window at Earth. However, it was Kaidan who was drawing her attention. He looked wrecked. She could see him clenching his jaw and then forcing himself to relax it. His hands were balled into fists where they were resting on his thighs and he winced subtly whenever he opened his eyes. She forced herself to drive slowly, trying to minimize the jolting as much as she possibly could and earning a few well meaning jabs from Williams as they made their way back to the Normandy. She took them on the chin and kept her mouth shut, her eyes flicking over to Kaidan in the rear view mirror, deeply concerned.

As they drove the Mako up into the Normandy’s open cargo hold and stepped out into the decontamination zone, Shepard felt herself cursing the number of bright lights. Had spaceships always been so shiny and loud? Did it always need to jolt like that? Kaidan looked like he was about to fall over. As subtly as she could, Shepard moved so she was standing in front of him and blocking him from view. Kaidan let out a small sound of relief that made her heart pinch as he used her cover to shield himself from the worst of the glare.

“Migraine?” Shepard asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper as they waited to be decontaminated.

“Not yet,” he answered, “but it’s coming.”

“Should I get Dr Chakwas for you?”

“No, no I have meds in my cabin.”

Shepard nodded, looking forward to avoid drawing attention, “Seems like this is happening more often these days.”

Kaidan was quiet for a long moment, “I didn’t think-I was hoping you hadn’t noticed.”

“Kaidan,” she started gently, “I want to know when you’re struggling. I want to-”

The automated voice chirped that they were now free to proceed into the ship and, like an arrow fired from a bow, Kaidan shot past her into the elevator, gave her an apologetic look and vanished up into the main body of the ship. Shepard let out a breath and forced herself not to bolt after him. It was becoming a problem, this need to know that he was alright, this compulsion to check on him, to keep him safe. He was a grown man, she reminded herself, a capable man and he wouldn’t appreciate her fussing over him.

And yet…

When over a day had passed with no sign of Kaidan, when he didn’t show up for breakfast, lunch, dinner and then breakfast again, Shepard made her way down to the crew quarters. It was unusual for a lieutenant to have a room to themselves on a ship like the Normandy, but Dr Chakwas had pulled some strings. She had only been inside it once, on the first day of her first tour on the Normandy. The day she’d met Kaidan.

Slowly, she raised her hand and knocked.

—

Kaidan felt like his skull was going to split open, like someone was sending shockwaves directly from his brain into his cranium in an attempt to break him. His stomach roiled with nausea, but there was nothing left in his body to throw up. The strength of the migraine had surprised him. It hadn’t been this bad since he was a child, since those brutal days at Brain Camp when the instructors had pushed them past their limits just to see how quickly they could recover. Somehow, the pain was even worse than he remembered.

He couldn’t say for sure how much time had passed since the attack had started, but he knew that it had been too long. He knew his absence would have been noticed and his heart pinched at the thought of Shepard and his friends talking about him in hushed tones, wondering about his capability, throwing doubt on his fitness for duty and sighing with disappointment as they took on his jobs. A little part of him fought back on that narrative, reminding him that these were his friends and they were more likely to be concerned than disappointed, but he was too strung out on pain and exhaustion to be reasonable.

As a way to distract himself, Kaidan thought back to his last proper conversation with Shepard. It hadn’t been anything special, just trading ideas on what they were most excited to do when they next got shore leave. Shepard had said that the first thing she was going to do was find a cafe and order herself a proper cappuccino and Kaidan, with a confidence that was rare for him, and quipped back that if she came with him to Vancouver he knew a place that would blow her mind.

“Better than sex,” he’d promised, immediately realising that he’d never actually said the word ‘sex’ around the commander before and cursing himself for his lack of formality, “swear to god.”

She had just laughed in response and the sound was so intoxicating that Kaidan suddenly didn’t care about propriety, “Better than good sex or bad sex? Because that matters.”

He had made a big show of thinking it over when, in reality, he had been trying to keep himself from flushing. Shepard and sex were thoughts he usually fought very hard to keep separated, now that he had brought them together they were getting all tangled up and sweaty in ways that-

“Better than good sex,” he had said, proud of how normal his voice sounded, “but worse than great sex. I don’t want to give you false hope, Shepard.”

She’d chuckled, patting him on the back as she started making her way back to the bridge, “I’ll hold you to that, Alenko. You, me, mind blowing coffee in Vancouver.”

“It’s a date.” he’d said without thinking.

Shepard had almost stumbled. Almost. It had been small, just the briefest stutter in her usually fluid movements, but Kaidan had caught it and it made something flare in the pit of his chest. She hadn’t done anything but give him a shy smile but, as he had watched her walk away, he had felt something in their dynamic shift.

That had been what, two weeks ago now? It was hard to tell, but he thought about it almost every day. That shy smile, the briefest touch of her hand on his back, they kept him going. He knew it was inappropriate. He knew there were a million regulations forbidding him from ever-forbidding them from ever-

But God, nothing quite distracted him from the pounding in his head like fantasizing about Shepard, so he let himself dream. He let himself imagine holding her face, twisting a lock of hair around his fingers, bringing her home to meet his parents and kissing her on their patio. He imagined being happy with her, living a simple life where they would both be safe and comfortable. It was a pretty dream made even prettier by how impossible it was, but he felt just sorry enough for himself that it didn’t matter.

The soft knock drew him from his imaginings. Probably Dr Chakwas coming to check on him and give him a scolding for not coming to her immediately.

“Come in,” he said weakly, his voice horse from lack of use, “door’s open.”

In the pitch darkness of his small, spartan room it took him longer than it should have to realise his guest was not, in fact Dr Chakwas. It was only when she’d gotten nearly to the bed that Kaidan could make out Shepard’s familiar form.

“Commander,” he said, scrambling to his feet as quickly as he could and gritting his teeth as his head responded with vicious throbbing, “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

The movement was too much. His stomach revolted against him, white lights flashed before his eyes and, for a mortifying moment, he was convinced that he was going to pass out right there in front of her. Only years of experience working through the pain kept him upright and he fumbled for a lightswitch.

“If I’d known it was you-” he started, finding the switch and flipping it on.

The sudden brightness made him cry out and, in one fluid movement, Shepard leaned forward and flicked the switch back off, plunging them both back into darkness.

Before he could finish his sentence or do something really embarrassing, like throw up on her boots, Kaidan felt Shepard’s hands grip his upper arms softly.

She waved away his apologies with a simple, “At ease, soldier,” and guided him back down so he was sitting on the edge of his bed.

She took care to move him slowly, keeping her touch soft so as not to jolt him too much. It was tender and, even though his skin usually felt tender and sore during an attack, the contact felt like a soothing balm. He could make out her features through the darkness now, as she crouched in front of him. Her brow was furrowed with concern, her eyes traced his face like she was scanning him for injuries and she was worrying at the inside of her lip, a habit she’d had the whole time he’d known her. Suddenly, Kaidan became aware of how wrecked he must look to her. He had kicked off most of his clothes long ago, leaving him in just a pair of comfortable shorts. His skin was tacky with dried sweat, his room was a complete mess and he must smell-

“Are you alright, Lieutenant?” Shepard asked, her voice kind and non-judgemental.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied automatically.

She pursed her lips, “Kaidan…”

“It’s just a headache, ma’am,” he insisted, repeating the lie he’d been telling since he was small, “I’m ready to serve, whenever you need me.”

Shepard sighed, sounding tired and, to Kaidan’s surprise, reached up to press her fingers against his throat. His heart stuttered in his chest. She was checking his pulse, that was all. It was a very normal thing for a person in her position to be doing, he shouldn’t be - The gentle pressure of her skin against his felt so good that Kaidan’s eyes fluttered shut involuntarily and he just managed not to whimper.

“You don’t need to lie to me, Kaidan,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I know you. I know you don’t make a habit of missing meals and spending days lying alone in the dark. Talk to me.”

“I-” he started to protest, before sighing, “I’ve been better.”

“Are there meds I can get for you?”

He shook his head, “Can’t keep them down long enough for them to work. Just gotta wait it out now.”

She made a sympathetic noise in the back of her throat, “Mind if I wait with you?”

Kaidan felt a flicker of something in his chest, a mix of anticipation and mortification. No one had ever-not since Brain Camp-but he was so sick of being alone with his thoughts, and Shepard-

“I wouldn’t want to bother you, ma’am,” he argued, half-heartedly, “I’m sure there’s a million other things that deserve your attention more than me.”

She smiled and, even in the darkness, Kaidan could make out the glimmer in her eye.

“Not today there isn’t,” she replied, “today I’m all yours, if you want the company that is.”

Kaidan silently thanked the lord for the darkness, because he just knew he was blushing something fierce. There was no amount of pain in the world that would have stopped him from feeling a lick of desire deep in the pit of his stomach at the phrase ‘today I’m all yours’. He would unpack that later, he promised himself.

“I-I would like some company, Commander,” he agreed.

The way Shepard’s face brightened at that was worth any level of embarrassment he might have felt, “Good.”

She immediately took a seat beside him on the bed and leant forward, untying her shoes and kicking them off. Kaidan opened his mouth to ask what she was doing but, before he could say anything, she pulled her legs up and crossed them.

Kaidan Alenko was, for lack of a better word, dumbfounded. Commander Shepard, the commander Shepard, first human spectre, and the woman he currently had a big fat juvenile crush on, was sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce on his bed. It was so ridiculous that he couldn’t help but chuckle, even though his voice was still weaker than he would have liked. She smiled, like the sound pleased her, and reached down into the satchel that, until now, Kaidan hadn’t realised she’d brought.

“I have supplies,” she explained, “so, head on my lap please, lieutenant.”

—

Jesus Christ what had gotten into her? Shepard’s face felt like a bonfire as she waited for Kaidan to react to her frankly insane request. It had seemed like such a good idea in theory; just show up and be so confident that Kaidan couldn’t possibly think she felt obligated or burdened, but now it was real. Now they were alone in his room with the lights off and Shepard who, up until this point, had been so careful to never offer Kaidan anything more than a friendly pat on the back to maintain protocol, had just decided to camp out on his bed and ask him to pop his head on her lap.

Inappropriate. Abuse of her power. Unexcusable.

But he looked so destroyed. When she’d checked his pulse she had been able to feel his pulse thrumming too quickly beneath his skin. For the few seconds that the light had been on she had seen the tremor in his limbs, the dark circles beneath his eyes. The man could barely stand let alone serve, but he had tried, he had tried so hard for her, just like he always did. She wanted him to be comfortable, she wanted him to know that he didn’t need to push the pain away with her, that she could be someone he could depend on. If he’d let her.

Only now he was staring at her like she’d grown a second head, and she’d almost certainly blown any sort of trust they might have had and she really didn’t want to explain to Anderson why she was being reported for harassing her lieutenant when he was ill and-

“That’s-” she cleared her throat, “I didn’t mean that as an order, by the way. I just-” she reached into her back and pulled out the ice packs she had brought with her in preparation for this terrible, terrible plan, “I brought supplies.” she repeated.

There was a look on Kaidan’s face that she’d seen glimpses of before but had never been able to identify. He looked down at the ice packs in her hands and then up to her face, holding her gaze for a long moment. His eyes reminded her of whiskey, smooth and unassuming with a kick that sent a shiver down her spine. She tried not to think about how little clothing he was wearing. The man was ill, she absolutely refused to be a pervert about this, but his eyes were fair game and damn, his eyes…

Slowly he moved up on the bed, lowering himself so that his head rested gently on her lap. His arms - more fair game - tentatively wrapped themselves around her knees and Shepard let out a slightly shaky breath.

“Where is the pain, mostly?” she asked.

“Besides everywhere?” He replied with a weak smile, “Base of my skull and my left temple. That’s where it always starts.”

She nodded and gently pressed one of the flexible ice packs to each of the spots he mentioned. For the left temple he could simply rest his head on the pack, but she had to hold the second one to his neck to make sure it stayed in place. The sound he made was somewhere between a sigh and a moan and that strange protective possessiveness flared to life in her chest again.

“Quiet, LT,” she teased, “people might get the wrong idea.”

He chuckled, his eyes fluttering shut as the coolness spread along his skin. She could feel his laughter against her legs, she could feel his sighs of relief and his gratefulness in the way his arms just briefly tightened around her knees. It felt good to help him. It felt good that he was letting her help him.

They sat together in silence for a while, but the silence was comforting rather than awkward. Despite being there for the express purpose of helping Kaidan, Shepard couldn't help but find some of her own relief in having nothing of importance to do. With Kaidan’s head in her lap and his warm breath ghosting over her legs, she could almost forget about Saren and the geth. There was no conduit, no secret race of sentient machines, no hellish past tattooed on the inside of her skull by the last remnants of the Protheans. There was no one counting on her. It was nice.

Shepard tentatively reached out and brushed her fingers along Kaidan’s temples, letting her nails scrape against his scalp softly. He sighed and pushed his head against her hands.

Eventually, Kaidan broke the silence, “I’m sorry I rushed off like that when we got back from Luna.”

“No need to be sorry,” she replied, “I understood.”

“No, I want you to know that I don’t usually let my headaches get in the way of my work like this, ma’am,” he continued, his voice taking on a slight edge of tired desperation, “I usually manage it better, it’s just-”

“It’s just that the work we’re doing is full of endless triggers?” she suggested, “Bright lights, bombs, gun fire, constant life or death pressure, high stress, chronic exhaustion-”

“It sounds like you’re describing being a soldier, ma’am,” he interrupted, but his voice sounded fond.

She snorted, “I’m describing war, Lieutenant. There are soldiers who go their entire career without seeing the level of combat that we see in a week. You and I are more prepared than most with our service histories, but there’s no way to really get your body ready for what we’re putting ourselves through. Every single member of this crew is seeing wear and tear of some kind, this is just yours. You’ve done good work and we all see that.”

He was silent for a moment, “The others are struggling too?”

“Oh yeah,” she agreed, “Garrus works on that Mako all hours of the day because if he stops moving he’s worried he’ll never start again. Ash runs drills until her body physically gives out because she can’t sleep otherwise. Tali can’t stop checking the engine because some part of her is convinced that it’s just going to give out while we’re sleeping, Wrex had broken three shotguns in fits of rage and Liara-” she shook her head, “that poor woman is so overwhelmed that it’s a miracle she’s still moving at all.”

Kaidan hummed sympathetically, “And you, Commander?” he asked gently.

She pressed her lips together to keep from immediately giving one of her prepared, comforting lies. Kaidan had trusted her, he was being vulnerable. She owed him at least that much.

“I haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep since Eden Prime,” she admitted with a sigh, “I try, but I just end up lying in bed awake for hours and then, when I do eventually doze off, I wake up screaming like an hour later. Dr Chakwas thinks I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, and the lack of sleep is slowing the healing process for all the damage my body is taking.”

“Well, maybe if you let me put barriers on you before charging right into the middle of every firefight we come across-” Kaidan replied teasingly.

She waved him away, eternally grateful to him for not forcing her to linger in her moment of vulnerability, “Save your barriers for yourself, LT. I’ll be fine.”

He chuckled before continuing, “Thanks, Commander. It-it doesn’t make the pain go away, but it’s good to know I’m not the only one.”

Shepard took a moment to turn the ice packs over, earning her another relieved sigh from lieutenant Alenko, and studied his frame intently. His brow had smoothed out, his breaths were deep and even. The tension he had been carrying in his shoulders and neck seemed to have leached away. He seemed better, or at least more relaxed than he had when she first arrived and she fought the urge to run her fingernails along the smooth expanse of his back.

“I’m glad,” she smiled, “how is the pain now?”

He sighed, “Still there, but-” she could just about make out the pink flush that spread along his cheeks, “but it’s a lot better with you here.”

He was fighting to stay awake, she realised, a fight that he was rapidly losing as the sheer exhaustion that came with being in constant pain dragged him closer and closer to sleep.

“Good,” she replied gently, feeling herself softened by something deeper than mere fondness, “get some rest, Kaidan. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

She could see him trying to think of some sort of protest but, eventually, the pull was too strong.

“Thank you, Shepard,” he said softly, “for everything.”

She was saved from having to answer. Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko was already fast asleep.

[nateeseart]

Happy N7 day!

[devildoesart]

Inspired by that letter Kaiden sends you after Horizon ;-;

[olath124]

This was a drawing I’ve made for the Alenko Summer exchange… but it was too late and being the anxious gremlin I am I've never posted it. So, being n7 month I've decided to post it now!

She is the lovely @halesshepardn7 's Rose Shepard in a soft and lovely moment with her space husband Kaidan ❤️

[hextechmaturgy]

olivia (?) shepard ; earthborn ; vanguard ; bisexual disaster nightmare

[spacevixen2024]

Last Fic of the Year! My Christmas present to all those Shenko fans out there!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kaidan Alenko/Female Shepard, Kaidan Alenko/Shepard Characters: Kaidan Alenko, Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Liara T'Soni, Javik (Mass Effect), Jeff "Joker" Moreau, Tali'Zorah nar Rayya, Garrus Vakarian, James Vega Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Ugly Holiday Sweaters, Post-Mass Effect 3, Earthborn (Mass Effect), Sole Survivor (Mass Effect) Series: Part 12 of Commander Faith Shepard aka One Hot Mess Of A Human. Summary:

Kaidan helps Shepard get in the spirit of the Holidays.

Aka Vixen's love letter to you all!

[danypooh80]

All I ever wanted, Ch. 109

Sloane, Vega, and Kasumi look for Miranda; the team heads deeper into the facility and learns more about what Lawson was up to in Sanctuary.

[binaryjayne]

Writing Master List

Probably should do this.

Mass Effect:

Honeymoon Verse (Kaidan Alenko x James Vega)(list in order of timeline):

Cave In (T, one-shot)

Hey, Remember Last Night? (E, one-shot)

Wish We Got That Honeymoon (E, longfic) (In Progress) (Commissioned Art!)

Tight Spaces (E, one-shot)

Kinktober 2023: Tit-Fucking (E, one-shot)

Reports Can Be So Boring (E, one-shot)

Fireworks and Wedding Plans (G, one-shot)

Honeymoon AU:

Eggnog (M, one-shot)

Random Explicit One-Shots:

To Be Of Service (James Vega x Kaidan Alenko x Steve Cortez x BroShep)

Coercion and Whiskey (Kaidan Alenko x James Vega)

Only If For A Night (Kaidan Alenko x James Vega x FemShep)

to Watch, to be Seen (Kai Leng x FemShep)

Kinktober 2023: Virginity (Kaidan Alenko x FemShep)

Kinktober 2023: Hate Sex (Kaidan Alenko x Ashley Williams)

Kinktober 2023: Pegging (Kaidan Alenko x FemShep)

Hey, What the Fuck Are You Doing? (Zaeed Massani x BroShep)

My Shower is Broken, Can I Borrow Yours? (Kaidan Alenko x Miranda Lawson)

I Just Want a Straight Answer (Kaidan Alenko x FemShep) (Technically multi-chapter, but a quick 7k read)

Communication and Consent (Kaidan Alenko x Femshep) (multi-chapter. All stand alone one-shots, all smut)

Delicious Tea and Other Stories (Kaidan Alenko x Tali'Zorah, Kaidan Alenko x Miranda Lawson, Kaidan Alenko x Kasumi Goto) (multi-chapter. All stand alone one-shots, all smut)

Kinktober 2024 (ongoing. Kaidan Alenko x James Vega, Kaidan Alenko x Female Shepard, Priest!Kaidan x Demon!MShep, James Vega x Female Shepard)

Random One-Shots:

Kaidan Alenko, Banana (T) (Kaidan Alenko x FemShep)

It Wasn't Too Late (T) (Kaidan Alenko x FemShep)

I will update with my Resident Evil and Hades fics, but this already took an embarrassingly long time. I'll also make it pretty... eventually

[cchickki]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

thanks for the tag @mallaidhsomo

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A Woman At War

Fandom: Band of Brothers | Relationship: Donald Malarkey x OC | Rating: T | Words: 239,760 | complete

My magnum opus. My most completed and well-researched fic, my pride and joy. I wrote this fic ten years ago (from 2014-2015) and it's still the most favorite I've ever written. I am currently on hiatus from rewriting it here, but plan on finishing it in the future. Also the truest slow burn I've ever written.

Original summary: Marie Docherty is one woman of a select few chosen to join the men of Easy Company in the front lines. She follows her friends into Europe as she learns the nature of camaraderie and of the heartbreak of war.

Rewritten summary: Marie Docherty chose to enter the paratroopers as one of the first females to join the fight. That was her choice. What she didn't choose was to fall in love with a fellow soldier, or grow attached enough to endure bloodshed and heartbreak like no other. Join Marie (again) through the Eastern front of WWII as she cares for the men of Easy Company.

Beyond the Deep

Fandom: Mass Effect | Relationship: Commander Shepard x Kaidan Alenko | Rating: M | Words: 50,623 | not complete

My first delve into writing Lovecraftian horror/cosmic horror. There's a lot of pain, misery, and psychological horror in this fic (more that I'm planning) and honestly it's quite challenging to write, hence why updates are slow. As a writer though I think it's good exercise to dabble in different genres, especially other genres we're interested in.But overall I'm enjoying writing it and have a lot planned for it on how twisted and otherworldly the secrets of the universe are hiding. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but I'm mostly writing this one for myself.

Summary: As the fight against the Reapers races toward a conclusion, Adrienne Shepard receives evidence that her missing father is alive. As Shepard searches for answers, she begins to uncover secrets that are sinister, ancient, and beyond her comprehension. She soon learns that the Reapers could only be the beginning of their galaxy's extermination. 

Run, Girl, Run

Fandom: Hemlock Grove | Relationship: Roman Godfrey x OC | Rating: T | Words: 8,881 | incomplete

Fun little fic I started while watching the Netflix show, but never got to finish it and probably never will since it was taken off Netflix. Although this fic is incomplete, I adore it because of the strong narrative voice I gave the character, personality, and how well she blends into the story surrounding Hemlock Grove. The best compliment I ever received from this fic is one of the readers thought I was an actual double-amputee with how I described the pain and absence of losing a limb (or two in this case), but also the day to day life living without it. Hoping to be able to finish it one day, but not sure when.

Summary: I was forced to move to the small town of Hemlock Grove after a terrible accident left me permanently disabled. This town was supposed to be a new start for me, instead I found myself caught in a place full of darkness, deceit, and mystery. At the center of everything, the Godfreys always seem to be involved. This isn't the change I had in mind.

Crossing Paths

Fandom: Uncharted | Relationship: Sam Drake x OC & Rafe Adler x OC | Rating: M | Words: 59,794

My other most completed fic, and the first fic that I have multiple other fics for. Although the series isn't complete, I'm enjoying expanding on the universe. Originally meant to be an x reader story, but changed as I started to develop one of my favorite OCs. This story brings back good memories with a friend who helped give me ideas for the story that I lost touch with, hope she's doing well.

Series can be found here

Original summary: It was supposed to be a simple heist: attend the fancy gala at the Rossi Estate, grab the St. Dismas Cross by either outbidding the guests or stealing (or collecting as I like to put it), and slip out before I was noticed. Little did I know I wasn't the only one who had my eyes on the cross that night…

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no pressure tags: @kimberbohwrites, @soft-girl-musings, @durrtydawg, @adevilyoudo, @mumms-the-word (honestly any of my moots that write, sorry brain is not braining right now)

[ao3feed-mshenko]

X-Effect

by PHANTOM40X

A re-do of my previous mass effect and x-men crossover fic. I'm a few years older now and know what I'm doing now lol

Shepard siblings, are mutants, not sure if I'll include x-men characters. Just having a play around :)

Words: 1713, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Mass Effect Trilogy, X-Men - All Media Types, Mass Effect - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Male Shepard (Mass Effect), Original Mass Effect Character(s)

Relationships: Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian, Hannah Shepard/Shepard's Father, Kaidan Alenko/Male Shepard

Additional Tags: Crossover, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45223834

[the-open-future]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kaidan Alenko/Female Shepard, Kaidan Alenko/Shepard Characters: Kaidan Alenko, Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Liara T'Soni, Ashley Williams, Jeff "Joker" Moreau Additional Tags: Shore Leave, 2183, post-ME1, Pre-ME2, Anxiety, Loss, Love, character death mention, you know... Virmire, Biotics, Colonist (Mass Effect), Sole Survivor (Mass Effect), shepard's got a floordrobe, she's bad at keeping track of her socks, packing for air travel (ugh), post traumatic stress symptoms, air travel and self doubt, Swearing, References to Sex, more references to socks, mostly just socks and feelings, oh and kaidan alenko's parents for a hot second Summary:

It's the last morning of shore leave, and Kaidan and Shepard haven't discuss what the future holds for them. How will they handle returning to life on the Normandy?

For awhile I thought I was on a haitus due to writer’s block on this little fic, but when I re-read it some time last year, I realized that chapter 3 was exactly where I wanted to end it. A little uncertain, the future left open-ended.

[ooachilliaoo]

Late Nights

She’d chewed through her lip so much it was bleeding. She could taste it, metallic in her mouth. What she couldn’t do was move, or, you know, sleep.

This wasn’t like her. She wasn’t one to lie awake and worry about the future.

Very occasionally, she might lie awake and go over the past, but that was fair. There was a lot of shit in her past. Probably a lot of ignored trauma too. Sometimes her subconscious liked to remind her that she couldn’t ignore it forever, which she supposed was only right. The result was often a lack of sleep.

However, she’d never worried about the future before. Wondered about it maybe, planned it a little, but never worried about it.

But now… Now, she worried that patrolling the Terminus, hunting geth, was a waste of her time. She worried that she might perish in some skirmish before the Reapers arrived. She worried about what would happen if the Council never woke the fuck up. She worried that they’d never live to get the white picket fence that he so wanted. Conversely, she worried that they’d get exactly the white picket fence he so wanted and that she’d hate it.

Though, looking at him fast asleep, his head pillowed on her chest, his hair adorably mussed, drooling in a way that would make him blush if he knew, it was hard for her to imagine hating anything that he was a part of.

Urgh.

Since when had she gotten so sappy?

Oh God, had he turned her sappy?

Was she becoming a romantic?

Were they going to start hanging around in rowboats reciting poetry to each other? Not that there was anything wrong with poetry, or rowboats, come to that, but together…

“Stop worrying.”

It was a quiet, sleepy mumble but it cut through the noise in her head like a twelve inch turian combat knife.

There, that was better.

“I’m not,” she insisted, taking the opportunity to shift a little now that he was awake.

“Yes, you are. I can hear you,” he shot back, remaining resolutely unmoving despite the fact that he was clearly awake.

“You can’t hear people’s thoughts.”

“I can,” he insisted. “Freaky biotic powers, remember?”

She didn’t bother to dignify that with a response beyond the obligatory disbelieving snort, even though he was right. She had been worrying and she shouldn’t have been.

But then…

“Stop it,” he whined, sounding dangerously close to a needy toddler.

“I can’t help it.” Her focus was still mostly on the ‘what ifs’ running through her head. “I have a lot more to lose these days and if...”

“Look,” he interrupted, finally lifting his head enough to look at her. The movement left him in a very similar position to the one he’d been in when they’d originally collapsed hours ago. She stores this fact in the recesses of her brain in case she needs to distract him from the conversation. “We can’t predict the future, right? All we can do is react to the present and right now. And right now, I only know two things for sure. The first is that I love you.”

He said it with that unerringly soft and undeniably affectionate tone that left the truth of his words in no doubt whatsoever.

She loved it. Loved him.

“I love you too,” she said, hoping that her tone conveyed even a fraction of the certainty that his had. Then, when he didn’t seem inclined to continue, “What’s the second thing?”

He grinned, a wide shit-giving grin that made her deeply suspicious.

“You just said it,” he said simply, eyes twinkling.

She punched him because there was absolutely no other acceptable response to that.

Fortunately, all he did was laugh as he collapsed beside her.

She hit him again.

“Of all the cheesy,” - punch - “idiotic,” - punch - “stupid” - punch - “things to say,” she replied, deliberately ignoring the fact that she was grinning too.

“I surrender, I surrender!” he pleaded, still chuckling as he caught her fists in his own hands. “Little too much?” he asked after a moment, letting his grin tell her that he wasn’t seriously asking.

“Little bit.” She refused to admit that the real answer was ‘not at all’. 

“Aw well,” he said, not sounding disappointed in the least. “At least it stopped you worrying.”

Annoyingly he was right. She hated that and she hated the fact that as he pulled her close, tucking her into his side so that they could sleep, all she could think about was the fact that she’d been outplayed.

Damn.

Well, this wouldn’t do at all.   

[starsintoconstellations]

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Kaidan Alenko/Female Shepard, EDI/Jeff “Joker” Moreau, Garrus Vakarian/Tali'Zorah nar Rayya, Female Shepard/Liara T'Soni, Thane Krios/Female Shepard
Characters: Kaidan Alenko, EDI, Grunt (Mass Effect), Urdnot Wrex, Liara T'Soni, James Vega, Jack, Miranda Lawson, Javik, Jeff “Joker” Moreau, Steve Cortez, Tali'Zorah nar Rayya, Garrus Vakarian, Original Child Character(s), Female Shepard (Mass Effect)
Additional Tags: Control Ending, Hurt and comfort, Fluff, Mourning, Grief, I finished Me3 yesterday and wrote this in a haze, Liara and shep were in the past, They broke up so, Dadlenko, Kaidan Alenko is trying his best to raise his daughter, these aren’t exactly in chronological order, The timeline is gonna be all over the place, Each chapter is like a mini songfic, I’m Bad At Tagging, Artificial Insemination ig?, I mean, The kids kinda a test tube baby, Artificial Womb, I didn’t wanna make a whole character for a surrogate, its like, its 2186- theres probably been artificial womb technology, shelanko
Series: Part 1 of Control Ending
Summary: The war is over, the galaxy saved, thousands of souls spared. And now they must learn to live in the wreckage. How do you mourn a woman who became a god? How do you grieve when she never really died? Ximena Shepard sacrificed herself to control the reapers, and now Kaidan Alenko is stuck knowing the love of his life is out there, just out of his reach. His one saving grace is the little girl who came out of all of this mess, his daughter, Valeria Alenko. or Snapshots of Kaidan Alenko trying to be a good dad

[lyaholya]

commission for @/inquisibility from twitter

03/02/2021

[obiroguewan]

Mass Effect Legendary Edition - Mass Effect 1 & Mass Effect 3

Shepard saving Kaidan's ass

[spacevixen2024]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kaidan Alenko/Female Shepard, Kaidan Alenko/Shepard Characters: Kaidan Alenko, Female Shepard (Mass Effect) Additional Tags: Humor, One Shot, Challenges Summary:

Shepard finds some thirsty messages about Kaidan on an extranet forum and reads them to him.