#kaidan x shepard

[life-love-geekculture]

Every One of My Favorite BioWare Romances: *has that one interrupted almost-kiss*

Me: SON OF BITCH!

[valka-arialitan]

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

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

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

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

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

[sol-consort]

Early morning Cuddling

[Fluff, suggestive, shepards reader, nb!reader]

[Ashley, Kaidan, Joker, Garrus, Wrex, Tali, Liara]

Ashley

Safety is a feeling you'll never lack in her strong arms. Securing you close to her chest so you can feel the drum of her heartbeat, slowly picking up speed as she stirs awake from her slumber.

And she smiles at you, sleep in her eyes and all, the first thing she ever thinks to do is express her happiness at you being by her side.

Tightening her hold for a moment so she could give your forehead a tender kiss. She looks at you as if you were something fragile, as if it was her duty to protect you. No matter how strong you might be, at that moment, you have no doubt she'll take a bullet for you and more.

The two of you have to get up soon before Joker's announcement calls for your required presence. But Ashley can't help but linger on you, steal a few more moments of peacefulness before the blaring of shotguns is all that she may hear for the rest of her day.

Her hair is a mess, black strands sprawled on the pillow below her. Framing her face and giving her a more gentle look than her usual tight bun hairstyle does. Her upper body bare with her chest pressed against yours. She smells like that one soap she keeps stocked on the Normandy since she has joined your crew.

You feel lucky being one of the few able to see her in this intimate state.

☆

Kaidan

He has an alarm that he ignores, preferring to cling more into your body and bury his face against your neck and shoulder. Leaving the alarm annoying beeping.

With a sigh, you reach over and turn it off. Except it's one of those alarms that require you to solve a simple equation to turn off, simple by Alenko's standards. The same one cuddling into your body and refusing to let go from the warmth.

So the poor alarm ends up thrown across the room, or stuffed under the bed with a pillow to muffle its sound. You wonder why does he keep buying them when he keeps ignoring them.

Running your fingers through his hair gently, you pry him off of your neck in an attempt to get him to wake up. He's always groggy in the morning as he attempts to blink the tiredness away from his eyes.

A clear contrast to his usual disciplined self, freshly out of sleep, Kaidan is not someone you want to come across on the Normandy. The morning is around the time when he needs to take his required medication for L2 implants and migraines since he'll not be granted another opportunity of free time until the day is over.

Your presence during it has been helping him in more ways that he cares to admit, your warmth chasing away the stray nightmares that used to plague his mind each night.

☆

Joker

The two of make it work, with a lot of patience and being mindful of his osteogenesis.

While cuddling, he is the one on top to avoid any pressure on his bones. He's the one hugging into you with his head resting on your strong arms. He tries to lighten the mood whenever he notices how careful you're being, a part of him hates his hugs not being reciprocated but he understands why.

Still, this is vastly better than sleeping alone on his bed. Feeling you underneath him, listening to your calming heartbeat. It almost makes everything worth it, every sleepless night spent studying during the academy, every day spent alone, every empty bed.

He trusts you with himself, with his genuine vulnerability hidden under his witty jokes and sharp mind. He is aware of how much effort you're putting in. How you truly see him as a person and not a charity cases.

He's usually the one waking up first, pilot training and all. Quietly leaving the bed to not disturb you as he goes and checks to the helm to check on the ship's states. Him and Dr.Chakwas are the first early birds aboard the ship and they've grown into a comfortable routine of doing the opening shift as the rest of the crew stirs awake one by one.

By the time he's done, he makes sure to prepare a hot morning drink for you and take it back to your quarters. Sitting on the edge of the bed.

His smirking face behind the steam from the hot cup is the first sight you see in the morning. His voice telling you an awful pun that has you almost choking on your drink with a groan is the first thing you hear.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

☆

Garrus

He's unsure of this arrangement at first, of if this is who you really want to cuddle up to.

Human skin is squishy, fragile and soft, unbelievably so when compared to Turians' hard plated shells. Humans are just bare with nothing to protect them whilst having fuller bodies than other aliens with soft skin. Yet somehow, Turians are supposed to believe these soft creatures are the apex of their own planet, evolving from predators with their forward facing eyes rather than prey.

Garrus has always wanted to feel a human up close, their soft fragile throats that any Turian could squeeze so easily in their large clawed hands. Break with their talons like an eggshell.

Yet this race was incredible resilient, quickly stealing the Turian's reputation of being the most hostile race in the galaxy, the humans and their temper and fight or flight adrenaline responses were quickly making a name for themselves.

That's why he almost can't believe it when he gets to hold you in bed. Allowing him to almost pin you down so easily, to wrap his large claws and long arms around you. Nuzzle your bare neck with his sharp mouth and enhale your scent.

Turians would battle for dominance amongst themselves, a play pretend sort of fight that comes from deep natural urges to top the other even in relationships. So from his view, you allowing him to hold you so close and sleep next your defenceless form is you surrendering to him.

Garrus has never been the aggressive type, even by Turian standards he was too nice at times. Yet something about you is digging at these buried ancient instincts of his, the low deep growls each morning when you try to pull away, the tighten of his sharp claws around you.

It comes so naturally that he does it unconsciously, not realising the growling sound is coming from the back of his throat in the morning until he clears his throat in embassment. Unaware of the soft squecks and caws he lets out each night when you scatch behind his neck and he melts into your touch before falling asleep.

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Wrex

He prefers short naps throughout the day so he may stay alert even through the night, it comes naturally for his species to be on their gaurd through most hours, that's what makes them such great fighers.

But you're a bad influence on him, coaxing him with you into this bundle of soft sheets and blankets that you humans call a bed. Making him lay on his back, a position so intimate for Krogans to be in, and cuddling to his side.

You're...warm. the skin and meat seperating your heart from his hand is so thin in comparison to his. Are humans not afraid? How could they have evolved to have their heart at such an exposed location for all to see and touch.

And to think you were supposed to be the predetor and him the prey, so why does he get this urge to protect you. To keep your bones intact and never allow any harm your way.

A wolf in sheep clothings, that's what humans are. He has to remind himself constantly not to get tricked by your seemingly harmless appearance. Tantalising lips or mesmerising eyes. That you're as dangerous as him if not more from what he has seen of you throughout the years. Terrifyingly cunningly at times and overrun by basic rage instincts at others, a volcano of emotions that's constantly erupting.

That's why laying next to you in the early morning is such a strain on his instincts. He can feel himself changing, his body relaxing around you and his mind resting for once. He can feel his gaurd lowering and he hates it, hates not being on his toes, not being on constant alert.

But you hug him so sweetly, cuddle his arm so tenderly and tell him to stay by your side. How could he refuse, is he even strong enough to refuse when your touches are the most intimate thing he has had during his whole life? When the feeling of a human sleeping next to him made him feel more safe than he ever did in the best of armours, and here he was supposed to be the one protecting you.

Wrex remains by your side until it's time to wake up, until it's time to start the routine he grew so familiar of.

☆

Tali

The hum of the engine used to be what lulled her to sleep, and with how eerily silent the Normandy gets around this time, it leaves her restless.

The early morning is her respite, when the chatter and clinking of soldiers outside getting ready for the day is audible through the walls. Tali finds herself drifting off to a comfortable sleep, reassured that she is safe and alive with the sound of life around her.

She becomes incredibly cuddly in the early morning, as much as her restrictive suit allows. It's not the same one as her shore one, yet it is still as effective in protecting her immune system.

She wants to feel your warmth, your soft human skin and run feel your hair. But both of you know it's not possible yet. So you settle for hugging her waist closer to you, running a hand down her covered back and hoping it will make her feel something.

That maybe, just maybe, a sliver of your warmth will slip through.

By the time she is dozing off to dreamland, it's your turn to walk out the door and face your responsibilities. Leave the wamrth of your bed and ready your team for another survey of a freezing cold planet in the vast empty space of the universe.

☆

Liara

Her fingers are soothing as they run over your body, encouraging your muscles to relax and your eyelids to flutter open. Her melodic voice humming in your mind.

She manages to wake you up as peacefully as she can, eyes wide and full of wonder as she is ready to greet a new day with all the discoveries it may bring.

You wonder where she gets all this energy from, and why isn't it infectious. She seems the most awake of everyone in the morning, and yet she stays by your side in bed until you get all the rest you need.

You never had to tell her to stay either, she did it by herself. Claiming it feels like the right thing to do, how doting she can be on her loved one at times.

Liara is always curious about any dreams you may have, admitting how sometimes they can be like a window into a person's inner psyche. How much she wants to understand you better, on a deeper level than anyone before her ever did.

As if she wants to merge her soul with yours, and maybe to her own kind that's what true love is like. To liara, the mornings you share together remain the highlight of her day until nightime when she gets to feel your embrace again, hear your voice and listen as you tell her about how your day went.

There's so much to admire about her curious nature, her genuine love for knowledge and exploration. The way she likes her coffee especially sweet and the way she hums each morning to stirr you awake.

[cr1ms0nking]

☄️Kaidan x MShep 🚀

(I just discovered this)

[still-love-the-moon]

do this again, oh

[ooachilliaoo]

Mars

Their battlefield rhythm was all wrong.

He felt it in every step they took on Mars, in every word, in the tight, clipped, tone of her voice, and in the way that she never quite met his eyes. He felt it in the fact that almost everything she said was an order, and in the absence of their usual banter. He felt it in the way that she had to explicitly state every formation, every movement, in that by-the-book way used by all marines, and finally, he felt it deep in the core of his being.

It was wrong, all so wrong.

He knew it was a defence mechanism, this distance between them. Her defence mechanism. What he didn’t know was what she was defending against.

It could just be because of Earth, but it could also be because she didn’t trust him, or wasn’t sure if he trusted her. It could be because she didn’t want to risk bringing up the past in front of James. It could be any number of things. Once upon a time, he would have been able to look at the set of her shoulders and know.

The fact that he couldn’t anymore was tearing him apart…

And then there was Cerberus.

Here. On Mars.

She said that she didn’t know why, but Anderson’s warning was ringing in his head, and somehow he couldn’t bring himself to trust that she didn’t know why.

Besides, if she wanted to be all business, then he could do the same. He was supposed to be doing the same. This was, after all, his job and the war was too important for him not to do it properly. At least, that was what he told himself as he demanded a straight answer from her. But maybe what he’d really been looking for was a glimpse of the old Shepard. The one he had loved.

He saw her later, his Shepard, when she smiled at Liara. Not him. Liara. It was Liara who made her shoulders relax. Liara who was forgiven for not visiting with a shrug and a smile.

He hated that she wasn’t that Shepard around him anymore, and yet he was glad, because the difference made his suspicions easier to justify.

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[writtenjewels]

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Kaidan had his arms crossed to create a pillow, his forehead resting in the space where his elbow connected. His eyes were closed, a welcome reprieve from the pain in his head. Doctor Chakwas had also dimmed the lights for him. Maybe another ten minutes of this and he would be good to go. As soon as he could keep his eyes open for more than a minute without feeling pressure, as soon as he could convince his stomach that it wanted to eat again. For now, the dark and quiet was perfect.

The door to the med bay opened and Kaidan reluctantly lifted his head to see who was coming in. He sat up straighter when he saw it was the commander.

“Is there something you need, Commander?” Chakwas asked.

“No, I was just...” Shepard glanced over to Kaidan. He self-consciously brushed a hand across his forehead, wondering if there were marks from his uniform on his skin. “Lieutenant,” Shepard addressed him. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” Kaidan assured him. “Just taking a break.” He knew how strange that sounded the moment he let it out of his mouth. He could have chosen the crew quarters or the mess if he wanted somewhere to relax. Except those places were usually crowded or noisy or too bright, or all of the above.

“That's good,” Shepard approved. “I always see you at your station. Nice to know you take time off every now and then.” His tone was light and friendly. Kaidan managed a smile.

“Now if only you'd follow my example.”

“I do. I will,” Shepard amended. “As you were.” He gave Kaidan a nod and left the med bay.

“That was odd,” Chakwas noted. “What on Earth did he come in here for?”

“Good question.” Maybe if his head didn't hurt so much, he could think about it more. All Kaidan wanted to do at the moment was tuck his head back down and close his eyes.

Later, once the migraine had passed, Kaidan could finally go over the strange interaction. If Shepard had needed Chakwas for something, he could have said so. If he came by to talk to Liara, he would have walked on through. But for the commander to come in and leave after only a brief conversation was strange.

It was almost like he came in just to check on Kaidan.

[devildoesart]

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

[commander-sarahs-art]

Aspen needed some art outside of her outfit sheet🥺💕 and yes i continue to be a filthy Shenko shipper. But god does it feel so sacrilegious to draw Kaidan with anyone other than Mir Shep😂

[masterworker-shargo]

Commission (vk)

[jentrevellan]

Kaidan hugs are the best hugs.

I'm *thrilled* to have taken part in my first Mass Effect exchange. So happy holiday cheer to my giftee @fadewolfe ! I hope you like it! @masseffectholidaycheer

[sol-consort]

The mental image of Shepard going up to Wrex after all these years and being like "oh yeah I'm a parent now :) meet my krogan son, isn't he precious?"

And being the most annoying human alive about it. Each single interview afterwards has them hijack the conversation to talk about their son Grunt and how many kills he got last mission. They're so confident and passionate that no one in the whole galaxy dares to ask how did a human birth a krogan.

Anderson immediately summoned Shepard on an emergency to his office, demanding they explain what those interviews were about. But he doesn't care about the fact that Grunt is a krogan. He is just very mad at Shepard for not telling him he's a grandpa sooner. He demands time with his grandson and at least 200 pictures to hang around his office.

Imagine if this Shepard romanced Kaidan or Ashley before and after the break up on Horizon, they turn on a random TV channel to find out their ex, the commander Shepard, has a whole son now.

Ashley's mind is boogled, and she wonders if Grunt is related to her somehow because he definitely has her temper and speech.

Kaidan's heartbroken that you moved on so fast, and how come you didn't name your son after the agreed names you two came up with for your future children?

Meanwhile, Grunt who thinks this is just a human thing and tags along for the ride because funny humans and their weird lives.

[cr1ms0nking]

🚀 Favorite MShenko Moments 🚀

(Only a few because if I put all, we'd be here forever)

[fruity-salie]

Words can't express how much I love them.

❤💙

[ficbrish]

“So, uh, why do Humans spend so much time looking at each others’ butts? Is there something I don’t know?”