#krogan x reader

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What hugging the alien races in Mass Effect feels like

[ Pt.One - Pt.Two - Pt.Three - Pt.Four - Pt.Five ]

Part Two: Krogan

Rough exterior, three heartbeats.

You could still feel the jagged edges and blunt spikes of his skin through the various padding the armour provided. His body runs hot, blood pumping at a fast pace as his lungs work relentlessly.

The krogan's arms don't reach the whole way around you. You'd have to fully press your body against his own and get very intimate in order for his arms to burry you deeper.

Otherwise, a polite hug will end up feeling awkward and uncomfortable at best. He's taller, but his face is low enough to meet yours. Body hard and bigger than anything you've held before.

It's you who has to make use of the human flexibility in order to wrap yourself around him and find a place in his embrace.

He jokes about it at the start, like any person attempting to play it cool whilst treading unmapped territory.

People don't hug krogans. They sleep with them, fight them, and wrestle.

But never a hug, never something so soft.

You guide him through it, teach him where to rest his head beside your neck. Lowering his hands to hold you below your rib cage so he may squeeze as he likes without risking a bone fracture. There's a tremble to his fingers, a shortness to his breath. He joked about accidentally crushing you at the start, but now you can see that he truly dreads hurting you by accident. Meeting your kind softness with pain due to his overeagerness.

Listening to your singular heartbeat puts him on edge, making him anxious. The realisation of how fragile you are, how you only have one heart, and when it breaks, it's really over.

He holds you tighter, as if he could trick your body into taking one of his many hearts, just to ensure your safety. Giving you a lifeline if his fears came true.

As long as he lived, he would not let it come true. One of his hearts will beat for you, fight your fights, win your wars, treasure your hugs.

You pull away first when your legs start to go numb from standing for so long. He reluctantly let's go. There is a glimmer in his eyes.

[acradelius]

Request incoming, hope this is okay! Could I ask for something with Wrex and an AFAB human reader with scenario prompts 3. 34, and 40? I’m so soft for this grumpy Krogan and want him to have the love he rightfully deserves. Thank you so much! ❤️

"It's Always Been You"

Fandom: Mass Effect (Series)

Pairing: Urdnot Wrex ("Krogan Battlemaster") x AFAB! Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)

Prompt(s): #3 - "You know I have feelings for you." / #34 - "It's always been you." / #40 - "I thought you didn't want me."

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Mass Effect - Shepard Saves Wrex During Virmire: Assault Mission, Therefore Story Takes Place During Mass Effect 2 After Shepard Recruits Grunt And Reader, Human! AFAB! Engineer! Reader, Reader Is Mentioned As Biologically/Anatomy Female, They/Them Pronouns Are Used For Reader Though, Mentions of Shepard's Death, Prior History Mentioned Between Wrex And Reader But Not In Full Detailing, Extraterrestrial Interspecies Relationship, Alien x Human In General, Krogan x Human, Mention of Human x Drell (Not Reader), Mention of Human x Android (Not Reader Either) Not Your Average Love Confession, Mention Of The Word Pussy - Meant In A Sexual Way (Not Reader), Wrex's Jealousy Towards Garrus's Behavior Towards Reader If You Squint, Mention Of The Words Dick And Cock - (Not Necessarily In A Sexual Way), Open Ending

Word Count: 2,863 Words

Taglist: @masterofpuns

The sudden, unexpected death of Commander Shepard was definitely an unfortunate, despairing tragedy, especially for those who worked alongside the commander upon the infamous SSV Normandy. It had been such a devastating loss, especially with the conflict amongst the crew and those that considered themselves close to Shepard of what should be done or what should be said next. While some wanted to investigate further into the death, moreso Joker since he had been on the Normandy whenever having been attacked by the unknown vessel, and then there was some who figured that despite how upsetting the event might be, it just so happens to be a part of life, and that includes losing people that you come to care about. Slowly, but surely, the crew had begun to disperse, each going their own separate ways to continue living their own lives.

Mostly everyone was reassigned to some different crew or some sort of mission. 

Others, such as Garrus, seemingly had disappeared to who knows where to go to do who knows what. 

Then, there was him. 

“Where are you planning on going now? Since we’ve lost Shepard.. and now the whole galaxy is going to shit..” Despite that it was technically considered “middle of the day” upon the Citadel, the loss of Shepard had left a void within the local people of having a somewhat peaceful future without the lingering threat of the Reapers, there weren't many people out and about. Maybe some were in some personal space of theirs trying to figure out how to cope with the loss while others were hiding away and spouting off how it was now going to be the end of the galaxy. Well, those feelings didn’t necessarily apply for this outlandish duo, leaning against the balcony railing to one of the upper floors of the citadel, watching the few beings below scurry by. 

Urdnot Wrex, who was better known for being a famed Krogan mercenary and bounty hunter, but also being one of the last remaining Krogan Battlemasters around. A long-lived Krogan who has become cranky and thick-hided throughout the various adventures of his chosen path of violence and killing for credits. Not that he needed them really, but it was something valuable to have on hand, especially for his lesser species companion, (Y/N) (L/N). Biologically considered a woman, a human woman at that, who had been spending most of their time as an Engineer fixing various things up amongst that shithole known at Omega, and then spent their free time studying and experimenting with various types of medicine. Well, that’s what they had been up to until Wrex had figured out that they had some information and possible whereabouts of a target he had been searching for due to a bounty. Throughout hardships and violence, and then having given their fair share of blood and sweat (and some tears from the both of them, yet we all know that will be kept off the books) the two individuals became quite the duo. A grumpy, cranky Krogan and his somewhat optimistic, vivacious human. 

It doesn’t go unnoticed by (Y/N), how Wrex proceeds to keep his vision focused upon something within the distance and then his momentarily lack of response.

“..There’s some things that require my attention back on Tuchanka-” 

“-So we’re going to Tuchanka then. Going to need quite a bit of sup-”“-You won’t be going, (Y/N). You’ll be staying here..” 

There couldn’t be any way that he had just told them that they would be staying behind, considering that they’ve practically gone everywhere together since their first encounter with each other. While there’s a moment of silence that lingers between them, (Y/N) couldn’t help but to turn their head slightly to attempt to study the Krogan, as if they would be able to penetrate that thick skull of his and read his thoughts.

“You keep staring at me and I’ll have to hang you upside down from the top of the Citadel,” Wrex nonchalantly responds as he proceeds to push himself away from the balcony and turns to face (Y/N) who continues to look at him in confusion. He knew that there would probably be some resistance about his statement, but at that moment he knew that it was the best thing for the both of them. “We’ve been through some tough shit together, no doubt about that- but, Tuchanka is something else, (Y/N). Something else that your kind isn’t necessarily ready to deal with for a long term experience..” It’s not that Wrex didn’t believe that they wouldn’t be able to hold their own, especially with the fame and power that he happened to have amongst the other Krogan on Tuchanka, but if something- just anything bad- was to happen to (Y/N), Wrex wouldn’t be able to forgive himself and therefore decided that the best thing for them would be for them not to go with him. Not this time. Yet, not that he would tell them the true reasoning why. 

“You don’t think that the other Krogan or whatever won’t take one look at me, realize how much of a badass I am, and then just run away and cower in fear?” (Y/N) presents their words with a teasing tone while moving their hands to place firmly upon their hips. Of course they knew that essentially a couple Krogan would be pretty easy to handle, but a whole planet of Krogan? Yeah, that would definitely be a different story. A soft sigh of defeat leaves (Y/N)’s, knowing that ultimately they weren’t going to be able to deter Wrex from his choice. Wrex lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly while lifting up one of his hands to somewhat roughly pat the top of (Y/N)’s head. “With all due time, (Y/N). With all due time..”  

‘..With all due time..’ 

Who would’ve thought that “with all due time” would’ve been almost two and a half years later? 

Things had been going particularly well for those first couple of months after Wrex had departed to go deal with whatever it was that he had to deal with back on Tuchanka, leaving (Y/N) behind to deal with mundane events or short-lived jobs. They would spend whatever time that they could chatting with each other through emails, watching clips of stupid or funny things that they had come across, or even just sitting there for a couple of hours on a video call talking about whatever thoughts had eventually crossed their minds. Well, not every thought that had crossed their minds. Fear and anxiety consistently won over courage whenever it came to expressing those thoughts, especially with how things had been going those days. 

Yet, hours turned into days.. 

..and those days began to turn into weeks.. 

..eventually those weeks into months.. 

As time continued to pass, increasing the time it had been since they last saw each other, the communication between the both of them had begun to diminish. Apologies to each other, stating that either work or personal matters had gotten in the way and were disrupting their schedule of catching up with each other, until it had slowly dissolved into absolutely no communication at all. Not that there had been any arguments between the two of them, nothing that would cause them to harbor negative feelings towards each other. It had just been.. life. Two different people- two different species, two whole different sets of responsibilities and priorities, especially whenever there was the distance of being on different parts of the Milky Way between them. Just more time to find other things to occupy those once precious and special times. 

That had been the usual routine before one lonesome night after having a few drinks by themself that (Y/N) happens to open their door to find a once deceased Shepard standing there, Garrus on one side of her and some seemingly young Krogan on the other side of her. Long story short, Shepard had been through the “Lazarus Project” through Cerberus and had been informed that the Reaper threat was back once again, and Shepard was currently forming her team. While she was there to recruit the Engineer to continue fighting the war against the Reapers, Shepard was also there in hopes that (Y/N) would have some knowledge on Wrex’s whereabouts to help solve some issues that the young Krogan seemed to be having. 

Tuchanka. It wasn’t necessarily surprising to figure out that Wrex had been residing amongst Tuchanka this whole time considering that it technically was the homeworld of his species and he had spent this whole time worrying and trying to figure out a better future for the Krogan, trying to deal with their breeding complications due to the genophage. Yet, being able to physically see him for the first time in two-and-a-half years, sitting upon that makeshift throne of crumbled and fallen concrete rubble, looking over the fellow Krogan that were most likely doing various things in order to establish whatever tasks Wrex wanted completed.. (Y/N) couldn’t help that lurching feeling within their chest, those memories of late nights sitting around some campfire or in some dingy hotel room coming back to mind like wiping away dust from an almost forgotten book that’s been sitting on the shelf for a little too long now. With those familiar crimson eyes finally making contact with their own, (Y/N)’s heart seemingly lurching within their chest, and a singular thought that maybe Wrex was thinking those same, similar memories.

Grunt’s initiation mission of surviving the Thresher Maw to be able to join the ranks of the Urdnot Clan had gone quite well, and ultimately caused a celebration to take place since Grunt decided to one-up Wrex and successfully killed the Thresher Maw as well. It doesn’t take much more than a couple of drinks for (Y/N) to decide that it was best for them to take a break from the celebration, finding themself sitting upon some rubble some distance away, eyes gazing to the stars that lingered within the night sky above. Quite a peaceful moment until it had been interrupted by the soft sound of a grunt, causing (Y/N) to turn their head towards the source, the source causing a grin to form upon their lips. “Oh, no. Mr. Urdnot Wrex, sir. I swear I’m not slacking from my duties.” They reply with a snort, watching as the Krogan heaved himself up to the empty spot on the rubble next to (Y/N) while shaking his head in amusement. “As long as you don’t tell the others that I’m also not slacking from my duties as well, then we can keep this as our little secret.” 

From that moment and forth on, it was as if there hadn’t been a two and a half separation between them besides some minor things. There were various, new battle scars upon Wrex’s hide while those slight wrinkles and creases from scowling due to stress were more prominent on (Y/N)’s face. More physical changes than anything, really. They went back to reminiscing on memories from their younger days or how if they could go back in time they would’ve harassed a bounty target for much longer. How they should’ve taken that one individual up on the selling of some property on a foreign planet long ago for how cheap it would’ve been compared to prices these days, and let’s not forget to add being a menace to the local population of course. Eventually memories transitioned into talking about the present, how much or how little some of the members from the original Normandy had changed, and even some of the relationships that had formed from it. 

“-So, yeah. Android, or whatever you wanna call it, robotic pussy is the only thing Joker’s hitting right now. Shepard’s been talking to someone on the Normandy, apparently he’s a.. Drell? Anyways, then Garrus-” 

“-You and Vakarian, huh?” 

There’s an audible gagging sound that emits from (Y/N)’s lips and softly echoes in the area around them. Not necessarily loud enough to capture the attention of the others who were still celebrating away, and would probably end up drinking themselves blacked-out drunk. Their eyebrows are furrowed in not only some amusement, but in disbelief as well. Wrex was thinking that there was something going on between them and Garrus? What exactly had led to that? Okay, yeah. Considering that there weren't as many original Normandy crew members around, and Wrex wasn’t tagging along either, (Y/N) and Garrus’s friendship had become more apparent, but it was definitely nothing romantically inclined. Definitely, absolutely not. 

“You think that there’s something going on between Garrus and I?” 

“..been looking at you all weirdly, eyes narrowed-” 

“-Wrex,” 

“-then he’s always flaring those mandibles of his whenever he sees you holding that fancy sniper-” 

“-Hey, Knucklehead!-” 

“-Then he’s always puffing out his chest and huffing every time that he’s near you-”

“-Urdnot Wrex, if you do not shut up and let me explain, I will be carving that makeshift throne of yours into a dick.” 

That was enough of a threat to cause the Krogan to finally shut his mouth, but not before letting out a low-rumbling growl. Not that he would necessarily bring (much) harm to his companion, as a matter of fact it was quite the opposite. It was more that the last thing that the Krogan needed was the clans of Krogan getting word that his throne was now some monstrosity of a cock, and he’d become something of a laughing stock. 

“There's absolutely nothing going on between Garrus and I. There never has been, and there never will be. He’s just waiting for the perfect opportunity to curb stomp my ass for making fun of his shit sniping skills.” (Y/N) couldn’t help but to let out a snarky laugh as they proceeded to recall the memory, but it was short lived as there was a more important issue at hand. Wrex had thought that they were romantically involved with someone, when it was the complete opposite. 

Was he not able to see the devotion- the loyalty- that they had for him? How (Y/N) would drop anything and give up everything just to be by his side? Did Wrex not even think about how much turmoil they had been in having been separated from him this long- especially with having little to no contact? Was Wrex not able to notice how his mere presence not only affected them physically, but also emotionally and mentally as well? During their time together (Y/N) had found themself gravitating towards being around Wrex, feeling not only safe, but also comfortable. (Y/N)’s thoughts transitioning into not about what they were truly thinking, but what he might be thinking, how he might be feeling, how or what they could do in order to make sure that he was at least in a content mood. How whenever he would accidentally brush up against them, or even purposely grab ahold of their arm to drag them away from the midst of battle or something that he wasn’t enjoying, it would cause a warmth to spread throughout them and all they could do was crave more. Crave more of one thing, crave more of many things, to crave more of it all. 

Even wanting a romantically inclined future with Wrex. 

“-You know I have feelings for you, Wrex.” 

Finally. 

There’s relief at finally having gotten the long awaited confession off of their chest, a shaky breath also escaping past their lips, but it’s not too long before an anxiety begins to settle in at Wrex’s silence. 

Had it been the wrong time for the confession? 

Had it been the wrong place for the confession? 

Had it-

“-I thought you didn’t want me.” 

The way that their body scooches across the few rocks between them to be close to him, pressing their side against his own, head moving to rest against the bicep of his armor- it’s almost like (Y/N)’s body was on autopilot. Numerous thoughts flooding their mind, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. 

“It’s always been you.” 

Confusion begins to slowly diffuse and turn into slight amusement, a small smile spreading across (Y/N)’s lips. 

“It’s always been you, it’ll always be you. You’re absolutely insane if you think I would prefer to be with anyone else after everything that we’ve been through together.” 

Wrex couldn’t help but chuckle after grumbling something incoherent underneath his breath. Probably something self-deprecating, but if (Y/N) were to ask the Krogan would probably just place the blame on some unknown Salarian. 

“Yeah, you’re right..” 

Of course.

Of course they were right. (Y/N) was always right. 

“So, what now?” (Y/N) questions, leaning their head back slightly to look at Wrex, an eyebrow raising. 

“How about-” Wrex begins to respond, lifting his arm up and moving it around (Y/N) bringing them to rest against him. “-we see about maybe you getting to stay here on Tuchanka after all?” 

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Also I am planning on doing some Krogan x reader fics!! Send me like. A ask or something if ur shy anon is on!

Canon is allowed but I will allow for like any of my aus to be asked for! Just send me like an emoji from below that goes with the particular au and like a subject/topic you would like for me to touch on! As detailed or as loose as you’d like to allow for freedom!

The List:

🔥Dragon Rider!Krogan (AU where Krogan joins the dragon riders)

❤️Chunky!Krogan (post rtte au, has to deal with exploring Krogan’s potential mental health issues and their impacts. Bonus soft boy cuddles.)

🥚Lycanwing!Krogan (He is just. Part dragon. Literally a lycanwing!)

🦐Siren!Krogan (He’s basically my version of canon Krogan except he’s. A fish. That’s about it.)

✨My Version of Canon Krogan (It’s ya’boi. He’s pretty normal but he’s very sweet.)

👁Modern!Krogan (My modern au! Punk/Alt/Goth, has a Mohawk and is missing a leg.)

🧚🏻‍♀️fae!krogan (he’s a fae. Potential for either modern or canon adjacent AU)

🪽Wing AU (Krogan has had his wings clipped for most of his life. Most people have wings; Krogan just keeps his hidden so most do not know he has them.)

♟️Krogan Grimborn AU (Krogan is the youngest Grimborn brother. Still living weapon, since he was stolen as compensation by Drago but he is very scholarly.)

If one is not on here just uh. Request it ig.

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A new caretaker comes to him every two months, due to the lack of progress on his file. It had been only Turians at first, mixed with a couple of Asari until they ran out of them. Salarians were next, he even had a Krogan once. The emptiness has made him too weak to hate, but they still waited three years before assigning him a human caretaker.

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Paring: Saren x GN!Reader MDNI Rating: M with suggestive themes Warnings: Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Yearning, Saren is yearning but he's still ya know… Saren, Violence, Devotion as a use of escapsim, healing with kindness, masturbation Word count: 2k

Note: We feeling Mass Effecty in this chilis tonight thanks to @pomegranatebat. I'm gonna try and get a quick Arcane drabble out too to keep up with the dailies, but for now Saren time (with the post editor also being broken why tumblr)

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There is an emptiness inside of him. 

The void cannot be filled. People try to fill it, try to give him tasks to do, to try and focus his mind like it once had been. To sharpen a dull and rusting weapon. 

He can barely speak anymore. The turian is unsure if it’s due to the emptiness or the shame. His failure rings in every new body that enters this building, the others who suffered the same fate he once did. 

Saren cannot even look at those that are still suffering from indoctrination, even with the Reapers dead for a year. The shame and disgust and hatred he feels are too much. 

It doesn’t help that each time he attempts to look, the second they view him, with their same dead eyes that he knows far too well, they rage at him. Attempting to claw at him, bite him, wrap weak fingers around his thick neck. 

Part of him wants them to do it. To do, what he no longer has the capacity to do himself anymore. In spite of how some of his caretakers have left him the tools, though he knows they were forbidden to. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, and he simply accepts the looks they give him at his continuous failure to end himself. 

Weeks later, he sometimes gets an apology from the individual who raged. Other times no one cares to try, but it does not bother him. 

He feels numb to it all. There is nothing now but his incompetence and failure to comfort him. His family is gone, with Desolas and Nihlus long dead. They were burned on Palaven, so he is told each year when the anniversary for each death passes. He had never attempted to check, not with Sovereign’s whispers and then the emptiness that followed. 

There is no desire to do much but lay here and wait to die. 

Perhaps the worst fact of his life is that he feels nothing anymore. Part of him wants it to end. Wants to damn Shepard for saving his life, when there was nothing more he could give to it. The doctors try to tell him that’s okay, that his fight is over, but it’s not okay. He knows how much his failure has cost the galaxy. 

The realization had come ages ago; that he had never once been strong enough. 

A new caretaker comes to him every two months, due to the lack of progress on his file. It had been only Turians at first, mixed with a couple of Asari until they ran out of them. Salarians were next, he even had a Krogan once. The emptiness has made him too weak to hate, but they still waited three years before assigning him a human caretaker. 

He guesses that they’re desperate or have simply run out of others who would be willing to care for him when they send you into his room. A human medic. His eyes draw over you, telling him already of all your weak points with his cybernetic gaze. Before drawing up to your face. 

The hardened gaze he expects is not there, replaced with something soft. “Hello, Mr. Arterius.” You greet, with a smile that is real. 

Human emotions were easy to discover with how the people emoted, easy to see if they were lying. It had been part of the reason he despised their species, to his trained eye he could spot a liar from a mile away. 

Your smile is not a lie and that gives him some emotion - confusion. “Yes, human?” 

The smile widens, and it is like turning on a leaking faucet. Droplets beginning to fill the emptiness. Too small of an amount to analyze. You look down at the holo tablet in your hands. “I see here you eat… Sorry if I mispronounce this, Gakil-Kavur on Wednesdays?” 

He does not know what a Wednesday is. “Yes. If today is the fourth day.” He does not bother to re-correct your pronunciation, understanding the garbled way the words came out through the translator. It was made for someone who had mandibles, who could vocalize in sub-tones.

The attempt is still strange. The Asari and Salarians had never attempted it. His turian carers had been far earlier on, and they were filled with a hatred he understood. Despite what everyone knew now about indoctrination, in the eyes of the universe for those first few years, Saren was a traitor to his race. A person to be studied, rather than cared for. 

At least they had left him alone once they had finished poking and prodding him, let him wallow in his emptiness alone.

You only leave to gather his meal and return with his own dextro meal and your own levo one. He eyes both, brow plates drawing together. “You’re dining with me?” 

“I figured it had been some time since you shared a meal with someone.” You sit at his table awkwardly, at a seat not made for human legs, with no invitation, and it should enrage him. It should infuriate him to have a human act like him, so directly to his face. But when you pat the chair next to him, there is no rage in him at the motion. 

He simply gets up and sits. 

You ask him gentle questions, and he answers blandly or silently to each one. He thinks it won’t take long to drive you away. 

But humans are stubborn. You are no different. 

You sit with him for the next two weeks and do not walk away from his room unless it’s to gather something. Every meal you gather at the dining table with your own plate of human food. He doesn’t ask you questions, but you ask him plenty. 

Gently, in a way that has the faucet continuing to drip, until there is something filling in him. It makes him dream of you one night. Soft skin, softer eyes, a smile that makes him feel. 

He wants to kill you. He wants to worship you. Both sound inviting. 

When you enter his room one day, and are quiet, asking him fewer questions, smiling far less, but still ensuring he had all his needs met, he knows something is wrong. Not that he will ask what it is, but he simply knows. 

He finds he dislikes your silence, it weights heavier than your words. So at dinner, he turns to look at your food. A bowl of oddly spiraled strings. “What are you eating?” 

Your gaze snaps at him, surprised but not fearful. He hates that. You should fear him, especially with the thoughts he has raging in his skull. He wants to taste your blood just as much as the heat between your legs. 

The smile is back then. Gentle, kind. He isn’t sure if he hates it anymore. You hold up a forkful of it. “This is pasta. Plain, just with some garlic and butter.” 

“Does it come in other varieties besides plain?” He doesn’t care. Not really. But the questions make you smile wider and brings back life into your gaze. 

The faucet is no longer dripping, becoming a steady stream. 

He dreams of you more often. And though he wants to taste your flesh, it is often more carnally than a literal sense. Though he dreams of nipping your neck until his mark is clear to see. A brand of his teeth, so everyone will know you are his. 

Waking from his latest dream, he wonders if you have anyone else. A family to care for that you don’t mention. Caring for him is your job. He shakes the thoughts and doesn’t ask you any questions that night at supper. Still, you smile, you even laugh at one of his answers to your endless, noisy questions. 

The sound carries in his head, until late that night when he doesn’t just dream about you but fists his cock to the thought of you beneath him. Has him clawing holes into his mattress, and thinks of how you should be worshipped by his tongue and hands before you bless him with a pleasure that will always feel unearned. 

It has been a month and a half with you here, he realizes once he’s done. In a couple of weeks, you may leave him forever. The fear of losing you comes to mind, of becoming empty once more. He needs you to stay, and for that, he needs to make progress.

When you enter the next morning, he is already up and out of bed. Dressed in something nicer than his usual casual clothes. “Can we go on a walk today?” 

You blink, but nod. Taking him by the hand, and giving it a squeeze that he can just barely feel. Weak. He could rip you to shreds. But your eyes would halt him from ever doing it. 

“The gardens are nice this time of year.” You mention gently, drawing him into a secured garden house. The new environment suits you, surrounded by things that are subpar to your beauty. “We might get stopped by a supervisor.” 

“Why?” He knows the answer, but he wishes to hear more of your voice. To curl a talon against the soft flesh of your cheek. How easily could it bleed under his touch? How careful would he truly have to be with you? 

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you haven’t left your rooms in years, Saren.” His name rolls off of your tongue, tone amused and joyful, and he can feel his lower plates shifting. He is in casual clothing, no armor to hide it and he wills down the thoughts of all the other ways you can voice his first name. 

It’s too intimate. 

He slows in his walk, staring at some flowers. Your eyes would be too much right now. He grips the railing. “If I may be candid-”

“You may.”

“-You make things easier.” Scanning the plants, and pretending you’re not close. That he could pull you to him with the soft hold of your hand still in his, and never allow you to escape.

“I do?” 

A nod is all he can manage. Once empty and now he feels too full. Far too full, he may burst. 

Your free hand rests on his arm, and he stills. The hand still grasping his own squeezes again. He cannot look at you. “I’m happy to help you, Saren.” 

He pauses and takes in a breath, hates how it shakes. “Do you have a family?” 

“I had a brother. He was lost in the war.” Your hand grips his own, understanding spreading through the touch. You don’t say the words, you’ve read his dossier, you would know already. Just as he does. 

He turns and looks at you. Your eyes are watery, and he raises his free hand. Running the back of his talons carefully over your cheek, unable to wipe the tears properly away. He would cut them for next time, to comfort you properly the next time he witness your tears. 

As you lean into his touch, soft skin meeting his talon, and when he sees that it does not so easily pierce your flesh, he knows the future already. That one day he will devour your soul and heart until both of you are one. Until you are his, and he can display himself as yours. To show you the worship that you deserve as the new deity of his soul. 

Saren knows he would die for you. Kill for you. You make him feel, you make his head and chest so full, that the emotions begin to overflow. 

He settles on leaning forward and brushing his mouth over your forehead. Taking in as you tremble from the touch. You lean into it, and he shifts his head to rest his forehead against your own. 

Saren vows to never be empty again, not when he has the fullness of your heart close by. 

No matter the cost.

[snarky-badger]

Fic Author Self Rec

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.

1 - It’s the End of the World as we Know It

Ultron x Female OC. Ultron Lives AU (Started pre-covid. The pandemic mentioned is not about covid)

It wasn't supposed to be this way. Certainly, it was close to what he'd originally wanted. But there was something just.... wrong, about the emptiness of it all. The pandemic had swept across the world in a matter of months, killing indiscriminately. He'd watched, plugged into every camera, every system, as the sickness spread, leaving only death in it's wake.

He'd thought North America barren of intelligent human life, until, six months after he'd disregarded the entire continent, one of his sentries, investigating some odd signals in a little town in Canada got run over by a woman joyriding around in a Lamborghini.

2 - It All Started With A Barfight Blitz

Mass Effect - Nihlus Kryik x Female OC. First of the ‘Barfight Blitz’ series

The last person Lena expected to enter her life was Spectre Nihlus Kryik. It's one of those 'he walked into my bar and into my heart' stories that she used to read as a teenager and thought too sappy for words. Now it's her new reality. She's juggling work, planning a bartending gig at an upcoming Asari Bonding Ceremony, putting up with an over-protective Krogan and somehow managing not to make a fool of herself while dealing with a smooth-talking, flirtatious, Turian Spectre.

3 - Prompts full of Venom

Various Tumblr Prompts for Venom/Eddie Brock. Most are Movie!Verse, though there are a couple that can be read as Comic!Verse. (Includes the popular ‘Out of the Eddie Closet’ series, set in Venom: Let There be Carnage)

4 - Phantom of the Best Buy

Ultron Lives AU. Ultron x Female Reader

In which you stumble upon Ultron robbing a Best Buy, get involved in shenanigans, fall for the stupid sexy AI, and have your life turned upside down and sideways in the process.

5 - Puppies!

Mass Effect. Shakarian.

The quest to adopt a dog - by the suggestion of both her therapist and rehab specialist - was off to a rocky start. Personally, Shepard did miss having a pet, and she’d always loved dogs, but she’d never thought she’d be interviewing to adopt one with a touchy feely Turian attached to her hip.

Tagging - @khapikat222 @squigglysquidd @wafflesrock16 and anyone else who wants to join in!

[bardofheartdive]

Author Interview

I was tagged by @alyssalenko, @cdrkateshepard, and @ghostxofxartemis. You are all lovely and I thank you! I will tag (if you want to play) @bioticfox, @ljandersen, @pigeontheoneandonly, @rock-paperback-scissors, @ronqueesha, @spaceprincealenko, @swaps55, and @theoriginalladya.

Name: Most people just call me Bard

Fandoms: Mass Effect, Mercy Thompson Series, Critical Role, MCU (Avengers)

Where you post: AO3 mostly, here on tumblr sometimes

Most popular one-shot: Recovering. My first mShenga (mShep/Kaidan Alenko/James Vega) fic and one of my favorites to this day.

Most popular multi-chapter: 12 Paramours of Christmas. Technically this is 12 one-shots from 12 different universes so I’m not sure it actually counts. Actual multi-chapter proper, Another Blue Rose. (Which I am particularly proud of because of krogan poetry.)

Actual worst part of writing: As far as parts of stories, I have the most trouble with starting scenes. As far as the act of writing, when you know exactly what you want to happen, you can see it in your mind’s eye, you can play it out like a movie in your head. You sit down to write it and... ***POOF*** it’s gone.

Favorite story you wrote: “Favorite” is hard but I’m going with Echoes Remain, my reverse Big Bang for the 2019 Mass Effect Big Bang. It was my first big bang and the longest thing I have written to date. It was exactly what I wanted to write, a trippy, mShenko angst-fest. I’m really, REALLY proud of it.

Story you were nervous to post: Fragile. This was my first fic for Critical Role and as a pinch hit for an exchange. I was nervous branching out of the Mass Effect fandom but it was really well received and my recipient liked it, which is of course the most important thing.

How you choose your titles: It varies. Usually it’s a theme/word/phrase from the story or part of a song lyrics or a quote. When I’m feeling especially lame I just use a description of the story (Five Times X and One Time Y, Name of Event and Year, etc.)

Complete works: 49 (on AO3)

Incomplete works: None that are posted anywhere. As far as WIPs in my Drive? TOO MANY TO COUNT.

Do you outline: Sometimes. It depends. I’m much more likely to do it when I’m collabing but not so much when I’m writing by myself.

Coming soon ideas, maybe? Wouldn’t that be nice?: Sooo many... as far as what actively has my attention right now, a collab with @cdrkateshepard, her OC Theo Walker with my Donovan Shepard. Also my Spectre Requisitions assignment and several super-secret gift fics (which have been in the works for so long the recipients probably aren’t even interested in them anymore).

Ask me anything: How does one do those really long, sweeping, amazing epics? I’ve broken 10k once. ONCE. How do people churn out ten times that over and over and over? It amazes me.

Best writing traits: I think I’m pretty good at making people feel. I tend toward angst and hurt/comfort because emotional response is what I want most from/for my readers. I’ve also been told I’m good at making things within the story lead to others. Small details lead to bigger events which lead to major plot points. Building the story on itself, if that makes sense.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: The aforementioned Theo/Donovan. 

Spicy Tangential Opinion: It’s okay to be discouraged or motivated to post based on audience interaction. There was a post somewhere that said something to the effect of “we write for ourselves but we post for others” and it really resonated with me. Writer/reader connection is something that’s important to me both as a writer and a reader. I will never stop writing, because I love to write, but I can definitely see myself only sharing my writing with friends because of a lack of interaction/connection/community/feedback. 

[kya-chan14]

Garrus x Reader Pt. 1

 Note: In this story you are Fem!shepard’s little sister. In the first ME I imagine Shepard being around her early thirties, so i put the reader in her early twenties - so you’re fairly new in the alliance. Plus, your have like a goth/emo look. Idk what’s it called. (You watch NCIS? You know Abby? The forensics scientist. Yeah, you’re like her and Mordin combined. I wanted to make it fun.) 

  Summary:  Unlike your sister, you prefer to stay out of the line of fire. You were training to be an engineer/scientist. You know, calibrating heavy weaponry or repairing vehicles, stuff like that. But when your sister requests to have you on the Normandy with her when she goes to fight Saren, your in for the roller coaster of your life. 

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   Both of your parents were in the alliance military. You and your sister’s childhood was spent on ships and stations as they transferred from posting to posting, never staying in the same location for more than a few years. Following in your parents’ footsteps, your sister enlisted at the age of eighteen. Ten years later, now your able to enlist as well. You wanted to be in a totally different department though. You wanted to be a scientist and engineer. 

   Your sister proved herself at Akuze, showing that she is a sole survivor. Jane Shepard, the best hope humanity has for finding their place in the council. You’re proud of her, you’re happy to say, ‘That’s my big sis!’ All the stories she has to share and her captain is amazing. Part of you wishes you could go with her on all of these adventures, but on the other hand you’re not a soldier. You’re just someone you studies forensics and mechanics.

     You don’t plan on staying in the shadows for long though. One day you’re going to prove to your sister that you are just as great in the lab as she is on the battlefield. You do have a goal to accomplish after all, to cure the genophage. You’ve wanted to ever since you learned about the history of the Krogan. 

     Anyways, right now you’re still in alliance training back on Earth. The last time you heard from Jane, she said she was on a shake down run on a prototype war ship on her way to Eden Prime. She didn’t tell you anything else, she couldn’t. On a need-to-know basis. And I didn’t need to know. This happened about two days ago. Now you didn’t even know if she was alive.

    While you were finishing your report on a deceased rabbit, which died from a new species of a poisonous snake, one of your team mates sent you a message on your omni-tool and requested you to meet in the mess hall.

        “Shepard, this is Wilson. We’re all in the mess listening to the news, there’s something that I believe you’d be interested in. Put down the scalpel for once and come see this.” 

   You were hesitant about leaving your work, but you left the lab and headed for the mess regardless. 

  When you arrived you found that a crowd was already there. You made your way through and found Wilson. 

        “I’m here, now what is it you wanted me to hear?”

   He then walked away and helped Adams turned on the radio. When it comes on, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

       “In the light of the recent attack on Eden Prime, many colonial investors are pulling there support for future projects. Proponents of expanded human colonization insist that Eden Prime was a isolated case. Nevertheless, colonist enrollment has dropped sharply. Many colonial proposals are on hold until backers have some reassurance that human colonies will be adequately protected.”

     You turned to Wilson confused. 

     “What hit them?” 

      “Geth. Word is that there was an army of the swarming Eden Prime.” 

      “Bullcrap. The Geth haven’t left the veil in about 200 years.” 

      “You’re not the only one to say that, but it’s true.” Wilson set a hand on your shoulder. “I know your sister was there when the attack hit and I already talked to the Instructor. A ship is waiting at the docks to take you to the Citadel.” 

     You looked at him dumbfounded. So many questions going through your head, but right now you didn’t care. You were just thankful to have such a good friend. 

      “Thank you Wilson. You’re a damn good friend.” After you said your piece, you were gone. You had to see Jane. Make sure she was alive. 

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After the long flight you had finally arrived at the Citadel.You raced for C-sec knowing that they should hold some record for your sisters whereabouts. You did your best to not bump into anyone on your way there. 

     Once you’ve finally made it, you raced in and asked the first officer you saw. A human. 

       “Excuse me sir, I’m looking for my sister! She’s known as Commander Shepa-” 

        “I’m going to stop you right there girl.” 

      The officer held up his hand in a moment of silence. He looked annoyed. 

    “Number one, you don’t just run in here like a maniac. Two, there’s no need to yell. And three, you expect me to believe you are related to Commander Shepard?” 

     “Why not?” 

     “Look at you!” 

   He gestured to your being as a whole. 

    “You look as far from a military family than a whale compared to a fish.” 

    “So just because I dress differently, you’re not going to help me?” 

    “Get out of her kid.” 

   You shake your head in annoyance and walk away. If someone was going to judge your relations through your attire, than you were going to have a harder time finding information than originally planned. 

   You started thinking of all the ways you could find her. Hell, you even thought of going to the shadow broker just to find out if Jane was alive or not. You didn’t know what else to do. You were scared, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know what happened to her. But you had to find her regardless. 

   You started wonder the back alleys for anything or anyone to help you get in touch with your sister. Instead you came across a group of people who you got a bad vibe from. A quarian standing in the middle of it all, you had a feeling she was in trouble. 

   “Where’s the shadow broker? Where’s Fist?” She seemed suspicious, looks like she got the same vibes. 

   “They’ll be here. Where’s the evidence?” A turian ran his hand on her sensually. The quarian pushed it away. 

   “No way. The deal’s off.” 

   She started walking away until the turian pulled out a gun and aimed it right for her. On instinct you pulled out your own firearm and shot the turian. The Quarian whipped around in surprise to hear a gunshot. Then it turned into an all out fire fight. The quarian on one end, and you at the other. 

  You were only trained with a pistol, so you couldn’t do much damage. On the other hand, the quarian had a damn shotgun! In the end, together you neutralized the threat. She approached you in a calm manner. 

    “Thank you for your help. If you hadn’t shown up, I’d be dead. But, how do you know they were the bad guys?” 

   “ At the mention of evidence and a deal, that was proof enough they weren’t C-sec. And it’s not cool to shoot someone in the back.”  

  “Well thanks. Not many people would stick up for a quarian, let alone save their life.” 

   “Meh. Let those people burn in hell. They’re assholes.” 

   She laughed at the remark.

   “What is your name?” 

    “(Y/N) Shepard. I’m a trainee of the alliance.” 

   “A soldier?” 

   “No no, just an engineer and Forensics scientist. Nothing to flashy.” 

   “Ah.”

   “She’s a lot more than what she let’s on.” 

  A new voice has joined the conversation. One you recognized well. 

   You turned around to find your sister accompanied by a krogan and a turian. 

   “Jane!” 

  You didn’t care how childish it looked to charged at her with your biggest hug. 

   “I was so scared! I thought...... I actually thought you were..” 

   “Hey, calm down. I’m alright.” 

  She gave a hug in return. You stayed there while she started talking to the quarian. 

   “You must be the quarian, Fist was after.” 

   “That’s right. He set me up! I knew I couldn’t trust him.” 

   “Were you hurt?”

   “I know how to look out for myself. Not that I don’t appreciate the help. Who are you?” 

   “I’m Commander Shepard of the Alliance Navy. I’m looking for evidence to prove Saren’s a traitor.” 

   “Then I have a chance to repay (Y/N) for saving my life. But not here. We need to go somewhere safe.” 

   “We could take her to the human embassy. Your ambassador will want to see this anyway.” 

  That was a different voice, a deep one, belonged to a man. Right now though, you didn’t care. You were too busy crying silently into your sister’s chest. She even picked you up and started walking. Man do you have an awesome sister. 

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   “You’re not making my life easy, Shepard. Firefights in the wards? An all-out assault on Chora’s Den? Do you know how many- Who’s this? A quarian? A little girl? What are you up to Shepard?” 

  THIS, is the human ambassador? What an impression he puts off. You already hated him. 

    “This quarian and ‘little girl’ can help us bring down Saren. I would’ve told you that if you hadn’t jumped down my throat.”

  You smirked when Jane put out that last comment. You were happy to have a sister that didn’t take shit from anyone. But, what was that part about taking down Saren. Who even was Saren!?

   “I apologize, Commander. This whole thing with Saren has me a bit on edge.” 

  Bullshit. 

  “Maybe we should start at the beginning, Miss...?” 

  “My name is Tali. Tali’ Zorah nar Rayya.” 

  “We don’t see many quarians here. Why did you leave the flotilla?” 

  “I was on my pilgrimage. My rite of passage to adulthood.” 

  Jane jumped in. 

  “Tell us what you found.” 

  Tali nodded. 

   “During my travels I began hearing reports of geth. Since they drove my people into exile the geth never ventured beyond the veil. I was curious. I tracked a patrol of geth to an uncharted world. I waited for one to become seperated from it’s unit. Then I disabled and removed it’s memory core.” 

   “I thought the geth fried their memory cores when they died. Some kind of defense mechanism.” 

   You didn’t know this one, but his presence alone told you he was to be respected. Though he didn’t seem like the others who always demanded it. Maybe it was Captain Anderson? Jane told you a little about him in her messages. 

   This time, You butted into the conversation.

  “Is that true. How did you get anything?” As a fellow engineer, you were curious how she managed something like that. 

  “My people created the geth, if your quick, careful, and lucky small caches of data can sometimes be saved. Most of the core was wiped clean, but I salvaged something from it’s audio banks.”  

   Tali then went onto her omi-tool and started playing us something. It was a man’s voice. Deep but hollow. 

  “Eden Prime was a major victory. The beacon has brought us one step closer to finding the conduit” 

  “That’s Saren’s voice! This proves he was involved in the attack.”  Anderson exclaims. The way he reacted to that recording though, kinda made you think there was more to this than just a normal geth attack. You knew people were throwing a fit because it was a human colony but, humans have killed humans for years. What’s so different about a turian doing the work instead?

  “He said Eden Prime has brought him one step closer to finding the conduit. Any idea on what that means?” Jane seemed to be more into this than you were. Then again, you had no idea what was going on. You only came here to make sure she was alive, not to join some man hunt. 

  “The conduit must have something to do with the beacon. Maybe it’s some kind of Prothean technology. Like a weapon.” Anderson and Jane were thinking of all sorts of possibilities of what could happen.

  “Wait, there’s more. Saren wasn’t working alone.” 

  Tali wasn’t done with her presentation yet and played the recording again.

    “Eden Prime was a major victory. The Beacon has brought us one step closer to finding the conduit” 

    “And one step closer to the return of the reapers.” 

    That was a woman’s voice, it was deep, sinister almost. But somehow wise.

    “I don’t recognize that other voice, the one talking about reapers.” 

 The ambassador stated as if he was trying to end it there. Though, Jane was pondering over the name. 

��  “I feel like I’ve heard that name before.” 

 Tali saw the confusion in everyone and shared what she knew about the reapers. 

  “According to the memory core, reapers were a advanced machine race that existed 50,000 years ago. The rapers hunted to protheans to total extinction and than they vanished! At least, that’s what the geth believe.” 

  “Sounds a little far fetched.” 

    What a shocker, a politician shoving away a possible threat just because it’s ‘far fetched’. 

  “The vision on Eden Prime, I understand it now.” 

  You looked at your sister like she was crazy. 

  “Vision?” 

  “I saw the protheans being wiped out by the reapers.” 

  “The geth revere the reapers as gods, the pinnacle of non organic life. And they believe Saren knows how to bring the reapers back.”  Tali explained. 

  “The council is just going to love this.” The ambassador grumbled at this so called fairy tale. 

   Jane seemed to truly be expecting the reapers, so you believed what she said before about her vision. You would stand by her in any situation if you could. She’s always been there for you, it was time to repay her. 

  “This is a lot to handle. They might just ignore everything we tell them.” 

  “No matter what they think of the rest of this, those audio files proves Saren’s a traitor.” Anderson sounded excited over the whole idea of bringing this Saren down. 

  “The captain’s right. We need to present this to the council right away.” 

 “What about the Quarian?” The krogan that was following Jane finally speaks! 

   “Umm, her name is Tali.” You said politely but quietly. 

    “Thank you, (Y/N).” She slightly bowed her head at you in appreciation, then faced your sister. “You saw me in the alley way commander, you know what I can do. Let me come with you.” 

   You could tell that Tali was hoping to tag along instead of being stuck somewhere she isn’t treated with respect. You didn’t blame her, you would do anything just to get away from such a life. 

   “I thought you were on your pilgrimage?” 

   “The pilgrimage proves we are willing to give up ourselves for the greater good. What does it say about me if I turn my back on something like this. Saren is a danger to the entire galaxy. My pilgrimage can wait.” 

   “In that case, I’ll take all the help I can get.” 

  “Thanks. You won’t regret this.” 

  “What do you plan on doing with the girl commander? She seems confused over everything we have talked about.” After the ambassador’s question, everyone’s eyes were now on you. You shifted uncomfortably. 

  “This girl, is my little sister. She’s ten years younger than me.” Jane set a hand on your shoulder while she faced the captain and the ambassador. 

 “You’re right, she has no idea what’s going on. Knowing her, she more than likely only came here to see if I was alright after hearing about the attack on Eden Prime.” She then looked at her smugly. “Am I right?” 

    You just glared at her. “Fine next time I won’t care if you’re dead or alive.” 

 “Well then it’s probably best she stays out of it. Meet us at the Presidium commander. I’ll give you time to send your sister on the first flight home.”

 The ambassador didn’t like the idea of some child joining a fight. Even if she was a Shepard.

  He left the room and Anderson left behind him. It was then just you, your sister, and her new friends. You spoke up first.

   “You’re not really going to send me home are you?”

  “Depends. There’ll probably be danger on every corner here, (Y/N).”

 You looked at her with a smile. “I eat danger for breakfast.”

 “Well then. Are you hungry?”

 “Starving.”

[tripletigersashay]

I'd love to see a Dagur x (fem) reader with a reader who rides a skrill

Dagur busied himself with the harvest reports for the season as he waited with a few of his men for Hiccup’s new rider to arrive. With Viggo and Krogan still at large, Hiccup was trying to gather as many people as he could to put an end to their atrocities. He’d been reaching out to everyone he could, eventually exhausting the terrors and having to resort to sending riders with his letters. It was obvious he was getting desperate and Dagur wasn’t sure how many people were helping Hiccup because they actually cared for the cause and how many were helping out of pity.

He glanced up from the reports to make sure his men were keeping watch for the rider like he’d asked and went back to his work. Alright, the yield of lettuce was smaller this season than the last, but potatoes were doing exceptionally well–

“Rider coming from the north!” a man called from the next watchtower. Dagur set the reports down and took the offered spyglass, pointing it to the north side of the island. The cloudless skies made it easy enough to spot you on the back of your Skrill, its wings beating strong against the wind.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Dagur muttered to himself. “Remember, Dagur. Not their fault, not their fault, not their fault.” He continued to repeat this until you came within hearing range.

The exchange was courteous enough; Dagur held back any comments on your Skrill and you were as polite as any newbie was expected to be. It went by rather quickly, too. 

“He’s my brother,” Dagur said, “Of course I’d help him. He didn’t even have to make the effort to send the letter.”

You thanked him with a smile, glad to have another ally for your cause and climbed onto the back of your Skrill to deliver his response. Just before you took off, however, Dagur stopped you with a hand next to yours on the saddle. You thought he had a rather strange expression on his face, and he took a breath before speaking.

“When you see Hiccup, could you give him a message from me?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Give him this face for me,” he said and contorted his face into the most uncontrolled mask of rage you’d seen in all your years of life. Both corners of his mouth were pulled downward and the furrow between his brows spoke of no good will. And as quickly as it came, it was gone. You weren’t sure how to ask about it and he cut off your “um” with, “Don’t worry, he’ll know what it means.”

As you flew off back toward Dragon’s Edge, you thought about what exactly it meant to be a part of this group of dragon riders. Hours later, Dragon’s Edge was within eyesight and you still were no closer to an answer now than you were on Berserker Island’s shores.

“Welcome back, Y/N,” Hiccup greeted you as you walked in. “What did Dagur say?”

“He said that we have his help and– uh– he asked me to give you a message,” you said and, before he could ask, schooled your expression into the best imitation of the face Dagur showed you that you could muster.

“Oh. So he is still mad.”

Taking Dagur x Reader requests. May be a bit slow in answering them. Gotta study for midterms or I’ll die

[sol-consort]

Yandere shepard x reader ryder thooo, like, it's commander fucking shepard. Shepard just walks off any blow for their cute pathfinder, headbutts krogans to protect Ryder. Shepard CAN and WILL do anything even if it seems impossible. Kett wouldn't have stood a chance. (How awkward would meeting Alec be at family dinners? Would Alec approve of their kid getting with a older n7? Then again it is commander Shepard!)

Alec would be so fucking pissed.

Being N7 was brutal and he definitely hated his co-workers, there is a reason he didn't sign up his kids for the same military program. He wanted them to he explorers and not traumatised by the military.

So Shepard being N7 is already a red flag in his book, not to mention their age! Shepard is definitely in their mid-late 30s and Alec would have none of that. They think they could waltz in here and date his 20ish kid? Over his cold dead body.

Like assuming this is still happening in the milky way, Shepard would have the best reputation imaginable for saving the galaxy meanwhile Alec has his reputation and creditability ruined for making an AI and implanting that AI into his brain.

Even if space jesus walked up to his doorstep with roses and medals of honour in hand, Alec would slam the door on Shepard's face if they even hint about taking you for a date.

Imagine if he knew Anderson from his N7 days and Shepard calls in a favour to make him talk with Alec. So now he has a whole fleet admiral at his door trying to convince him to let Shepard take you for a night out.

If Alec wasn't rushing to leave this cursed galaxy because of his ruined reputation, now he is doubling the efforts and speedrunning getting his andromeda project ready to get you away from Shepard.

And you're like, so cute and oblivious to what's happening. Your dad never told you or your twin anything because he wants to protect you. Any attempt Shepard makes at contacting you is blocked by Sam overseering your omni-tool.

But Alec's overprotectivess bites him in the ass when you eventually go out on your own like any adult your age does, and end up stumbling upon THE Commander Shepard, casually.

You have zero idea about their relentless attempts to get to you and obsession. You're flustered for meeting this celebrity who is N7 like your father, especially since you read some articles about Shepard before.

Shepard, who is known to be brutal to there fans and tell them to fuck off if they bothered them on the streets, is all smiles and invites you to the Normandy for a special tour. You won't refuse a commanding officer request, right civilian?

Maybe you really are a fan, or maybe you only read a couple articles about them but don't have the heart to tell them you're not actually a fan. What's the harm in being polite to this war hero and go meet the literal legends of the galaxy? This might as well be your last year in the milky way based on your father's plans after all.

I can't decide if Shepard would prefer having you on the Normandy where they know they can immediately take off with you on board and your father wouldn't be able to do anything.

Or take you to their citedal apartment and let you look around. Maybe sit close to them on the piano while they guide your fingers over the notes to teach you the same song Liara taught them, or maybe mention the fact they have a hottub upstairs in hopes you'd ask to try it.

Finding any excuses to get their hands on you. Resting it around your waist while walking in the street , pulling your body closer to theirs on the pretense it's crowded. Making you hold their hand while they use their VIP statues to get into exclusive places in the Citadel you normally aren't allowed inside.

Taking you to Artex Arena just to show off and get to play the hero while you try your best to hold your own. Laying on top of you when the two of you are hiding under cover from an enemy, releashing in the way you squirm underneath them especially since you haven't seen combat before.

Imagine the rest of the crew's reaction when Shepard suddenly bings them to cancel shore leave and go back to the Normandy just because they want to take you for a spin around the galaxy. Convincing you it will be very quick so don't worry about coming home late.

Joker watches Shepard bringing you to the helm and showing you the amazing views from the windows. You're in awe of the stars and like any proud pilot, he tries to show off his knowledge and his skills to you but Shepard cuts him off and talks about their own achievements instead. Completely shutting down the idea of you growing closer to Joker instead of them.

You ask to touch Garrus's scar and his cheeks glow blue for a second before nodding his head, bc how could he say no to this adorable human civilian? But Shepard interrupts and tells you how it's bad to touch turians, could be deadly to them, blatantly lying in front of Garrus.

If it's renegade Shepard, I see them mentioning the fact the glowing scars on their face is more interesting, why don't you touch them instead? Here their hands will guide yours.

Maybe Liara and Tali find you before Shepard could sneak you up to their personal quarters. Liara mentions knowing your father and how he always says good things about you, meanwhile tali is very fascinated by the Andromeda project and she mentions working on the qaurian ark design and she has some blueprints she'd love to run by you.

The two woman happy to talk your ears off for literal hours if they could. You're just so earnest and eager to please, it makes them want to share more since everyone else in this ship is so jaded and boring.

Shepard hating the idea of having to share you with them so they order Tali to go check in on the engine, telling Liara that they saw Gylph wander outside of her room. Any made up excuses to get them away from you.

And just when Shepard gets you to their quarters, let's you get busy looking at the ship models or petting their hamster. They send message to Joker to immediately take off and go as far as he could from the Citadel, engage full stealth systems.

Shepard almost wins, almost gets the chance to have you stay over for a whole week or more in here because "an urgent mission came up" and "I could teach you how to shoot better"

Except. Joker's request to take off is denied last second. Alec somehow figured out where you are and Immediately dialed up Anderson to yell at him for allowing his kid aboard a military ship and how Alec is going there right now and the Normandy better be still docked.

Shepard is happy to sit with you sprawled on their lap, talking about their latest mission while you fidget with a spaceship model before they get an omni-tool call from EDI. They silence it but she dials again and this time it auto-answers.

Alec Ryder is downstairs, and he is demanding his child be handed to him back immediately.

On another note, EDI and Sam feel like they'd be friends but differently. EDI wants to be more human while Sam doesn't become he already gets the human perspective from Alec and eventually the Ryder twins. He is an AI that enjoys being an AI and doesn't attempt to be more humanlike.

If you start dating Shepard and bringing them around, Alec would have to accept it for you but he will always be sour about it because you deserve better.

But imagine the events. Imagine the media and the news. If you thought living in your father's shadow of achievements was hard, imagine having to live under Shepard's. Especially to a Ryder who wants to make a name for themselves.

Shepard would 100% offer to go with you to Andromeda. Bringing the Normandy and their crew with them. Pulling their rank as a spectre whenever you think you could disobey their orders.

You have no choice but to follow the chain of command and let them abuse their authority over you. Making surprise visits to the Tempest and demanding to know who you're taking on mission or why did they see you and PeeBee standing so close together that other day.

Tagging along on missions so much that the only time you get to fight enemies alone is when Shepard is ordered to go deal with bigger more important missions and you finally have room to breath.

After your first contact with the angara, Shepard is immediately hostile to Jaal because what if they killed you? What were you thinking going to a new species like that? Did you forget about the turians first contact?

They use this stunt against you when you try and argue that you don't need their supervision. Ordering you to stand down and obey, they saved the galaxy, you don't get to question their judgement.

But they're so soft the day after when you're visibly hurt from their words. They pull you close and kiss you tenderly, reminding you that they're doing this for your own good and to protect you. You don't have to think, you're not fit to be a leader or a hero, they would know. So don't argue with them and stop playing pretend with your father's armour.

Constantly offering you a spot on the Normandy as their own personal assistant. No no it's different from Tryner, you won't do any actual work, all you have to do is be pretty and stay out of harms way. Tend to them after missions and answer whenever they call you to their quarters.

You constantly refuse of course, you won't give up the tempest that easily and you enjoy exploring the universe. You're a pathfinder with a big responsibility and you get to decided the future of the people here while Shepard's job is only to protect them.

A paragon Shepard will respect that. They will admire your passion and feel immense guilt at the growing obsession they continue to fester. Whether they ask Liara to keep tabs on you. Excusing their overprotective tendencies because they only want your best.

A renegade Shepard would squash down your dreams and any sense of self importance. Saying actually now, their job is to save your damn ass and you wouldn't even be alive if it wasn't for them protecting everyone. How you're clearly clumsy and not up to the task of being a pathfinder, just because your father choose you doesn't make you automatically qualified.

Renegade Shepard would try to sleep with you often, disregarding proper time and place. Not caring for your personal boundaries and going through your room in the tempest quite often.

While Paragon Shepard tries to connect with you emotionally more, show their love and dedication, how you're the single person in life that keeps them going. They pretend to respect your boundaries but keep subtly pushing the limits and conditioning you into making them the only exception. I mean they are the commander Shepard, the war hero, is it so bad to let them in your room?

Somehow, in both Shepard scenarios, some of your clothes and underwear always go missing after these visits.

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The Love of Another (Hiccup/Krogan/Astrid)

Summary: As the months pass after the battle for Berk against Drago Bludvist, as they become betrothed, Krogan goes into his yearly rut, shaking him to his core, but of course, Hiccup and Astrid are there to help him through it. Part Lycanwing!Krogan (my canon idea of him)

Rating: E/Expicit

Pairing: Hiccup/Astrid/Krogan

Warnings: N/A (none)

Sex, some fluff.

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On the Heartbeat of a Wingsd Beast (Heathgan)

Warnings: none

Rating: T

Pairing: Heather/Krogan

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Krogan x Reader Story Requests

something no one probably asked for, but I have one in the works at the moment.

It's deaf!Krogan x Nonbinary! Reader, with y/n having noise sensitivities.

And well, since I'm writing one, would anyone want to give me prompts for more?

Also, I will write headcanons for these if ya'll want me to!

I don't see much httyd x reader, let alone httyd x reader for any of the villains so if anyone's interested send me some asks or just reply to this post :3

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it’s decided.

Krogan x Reader requests

I’m opening requests for Krogan x Reader one shots or fics! I can make these more personal, with an original character, or just general things.

Things that this can include:

- imagines

- Simple requests/scenarios one wants to see

- smut

- m/m or bxb and m/f/het are accepted. Non binary ocs and readers are also very welcome. Trans, cis, non-binary, asexual, don’t care, all are cool.

Feel free to leave a small note in my dms about your oc if you want me to write with an oc of yours. I need this so I can better write your characters without feeling like I’m insulting them :3

And because there isn’t enough Krogan x Reader stuff out there. It’s basically nonexistent.