#mass effect angst

[strawberrykidneystone]

i love characters who are doomed from the start (/lying my shepard is still alive in my head)

[theratking-heheheheheh]

So do you guys think krogan women name their eggs before they hatch? Are most female territory’s taken up by their buried unhatched and stillborn?

This keeps me up at night:)

[thatwildwolfwrites]

Shakarian WIP

Edit: This post is really blowing up recently. It's more popular than most of my actual fanfics! If you like this little snippet, please consider checking me out on AO3, I write a lot of Shakarian both longform and one-shots!

[ThatWildWolf on Archive of Our Own]

[chanihobbit]

For the @masseffectholidaycheer I got to write a story for the amazing @swaps55 .

I really do hope I managed to write something you‘ll find enjoyable.

Characters: Male Shepard, Kaidan Alenko, Jeff ‘Joker‘ Moreau, Garrus Vakarian, Liara T‘Soni

Relationship: MShenko

Summary: Shepard’s and Kaidan's relationship over the years, through the eyes of some of their closest friends.

[dreaming-of-hope]

They are parents now. They adopted that child even before bode was out of the picture.

I know many people are hoping they have a bio child in the next game, but I honestly think they just keep adopting children as they go.

So much of the spirit of the Jedi series is breaking free from the idea of bloodlines (against the main continuity of the movies) and I feel they should keep it that way.

The found family trope is strong with this one.

That said, I do fear the worse for Cal in the next game, his connection to the darkside could potentially make him the perfect grey jedi, but if he keeps getting worse those visions he saw on Fallen Order could become a reality or worse he could have an heroic death, if he stays in the light OR a redemption death, if he keeps using the darkside, to save his family and his legacy, in a way that mirrors his own masters sacrifices (but this is probably just me after being exposed to too many "doomed by the narrative" types of media).

Also... in a less dark thought, I just realized I subconsciously made Merrin and Cal match clothes! I love them so much <3

[painterofhorizons]

Twenty months after Akuze, cake seems to be her new nemesis.

Reda stares at the soft vanilla sponge cake in front of her for a full five minutes without noticing the time passing by or the glare on Cynthia’s face growing more and more concerned. Finally, the older woman decides to interrupt the stare-off.

“You okay?”

Reda immediately nods without blinking, as if she’s following orders, eyes fixating the cake, and picks a small piece onto her pastry fork, giving the impression both the cake and the fork are soaked in acid.

“I’m fine”, she reassures Cynthia, voice as absentminded as her whole presence.

She stares at the tiny piece of cake on the pastry fork. It’s the fork with the decorated end, a small ceramics ball with a decent floral pattern, the one Cynthia only uses for special occasions. Like birthdays, or bullshit like surviving what killed fifty and should have killed her, too.

Her skin starts tingling.

“You don’t have to-“

“I said I’m fine”, Reda cuts her, a little sharper than necessary, and adds in a slightly more defensive tone “It’s fine, really. It’s just my head getting in the way sometimes.”

She ignores Cynthia’s demur that they don’t have to have cake right now, and forces herself to chew and swallow that tiny bite of horribly sweet and soft vanilla sponge cake on the fancy pastry fork. She gets herself to take two more tiny bites from the slice on her plate, before the creeps on her scalp get too bad to just sit here and continue eating cake.

“Just my head”, she mutters again, and wants to crack a half heartened smile, if only for Cynthia, but she can’t. “The cake’s good. I’m good. It’s fine.”

Her skin is itching so bad.

She asked for this, after all. For the cake. This specific cake in particular. The same recipe Cynthia has made since she’d moved in shortly before her sixteenth birthday, eight years ago.

She wanted cake.

Or maybe she just wanted to want cake.

Or maybe something completely different.

She can’t tell, her mind is a huge vast empty blank fucking hole right now.

But Cynthia made the cake, the one that she asked for, and she will eat it and not be an ungrateful little shit.

It’s just cake, she tells herself.

But her skin is on fire.

[laoruna]

Mass Effect Trilogy Appreciation Week - day 4

“A little bit to the left – no, sorry, the other left – aaand yes, there! There is perfect!”

Garrus and Grunt put down the couch they were carrying.

“Happy to help.” Said the turian. The fully sealed armor helped to hide it, but Tali could tell that he was getting tired. “Anything else you need moved in?”

“I have all the essentials for now. I have some decorations I need to still put up, but I’ll manage that myself. Thank you for all your help!”

“Heh, it was nothing.” Bragged Grunt. To be fair, he did seem unfazed by the physical labor. “Call me if you need something moved – I can even spare this old man the trouble.”

“This ‘old man’ might remember that when you next need sniper support.”

“Heh-heh-heh.”

“At any rate, let’s get out of here, I bet you want to unseal and relax, Tali.” Garrus turned to Tali. “And don’t forget to invite us if you ever throw that… what did Jack call it?”

“Housewarming party.” Answered Tali with a smile. “I’ll make sure to send you both an invite. And once again, thank you so much!”

“No problem, Tali. Anything for friends and family, as-” He suddenly stopped, swallowed, then continued. “As she used to say.”

The mood turned somber, and after a few seconds, Garrus broke the silence with forced cheer.

“It was great to see you, Tali. Catch up with you later!”

“See you later, Tali.” Waved Grunt, as the two started towards the door.

“Keelah se’lai, Garrus and Grunt!” Said Tali as they left, silently cursing to herself afterwards. The old saying was so ingrained, it was hard to get used to not saying it.

Even when her friends just helped her furnish her new house on Rannoch.

The fact that her people finally returned to the homeworld still felt like a dream too good to be true after centuries of nomadic life. Making peace with the geth seemed at best a childishly optimistic fantasy even two years ago, and now they were living side by side, as allies and friends. All thanks to the efforts of one human woman.

Tali activated the sterilization unit – better to be safe than sorry – and while the cycle was running, she unpacked the first two items she intended to put on her walls. She couldn’t imagine starting with anything else but the two portraits. She just finished putting them up in the living room, when a chime signaled the end of the sterilization cycle. She unlocked and took off her mask, placing it on a nearby shelf, and looked at the pictures, vision unfiltered.

Rael’Zorah and Jane Shepard looked back at her from their black framed portraits. Tali felt tears welling up, and choking up, she said:

“Thank you both. Thank you for taking us home. Esu se’lai.”

She didn’t try to stop the tears that followed.

[skinnyazn]

Like Tears in the Rain

Pairing: Commander Shepard x Liara T'Soni Chapters: 1/1 Notes: @parttimeprophet asked "Ohhhh how about tearful kisses with Liara T'Soni x Femshep 👀🫶🏻? Writing, pls!" for kiss challenge!, Now you get the most heart wrenching bullshit, I may or may not have made myself cry at the end, it's fine I'm fine, excuse any tense issues I never write in present tense so this was a struggle,

AO3 | MASTERLIST

Shepard is a born soldier, fighting with bared teeth and pure grit through every calamity in her life, so this ache that sits deep inside her bones is a familiar feeling. It’s made its home from the years of abuse on the battlefield, across different planets and star systems, but it wears on her the longer she marches through the torn streets of London. Wave after wave, casualty after casualty—the physical aspect is nearly as heavy as the mental. One mistake and it all ends: the Reapers win and humanity, as well as every other sentient species in the galaxy, annihilated. And that simply isn't an option. Not for Shepard. So she does the only thing she knows how to do: fight to survive. It’s an endless reserve of horrors as her crew fight through the crumbling city. Even the Cerberus cybernetics in her body can’t combat the tiredness she feels when they finally reach the Forward Operating Base. 

There’s no time for rest as Shepard inhales deeply, breathing the ash-laden air into her lungs, as she walks around the rubble to rally the band of soldiers. She looks at the faces of the men and women who served alongside her over the years, who trusted her—followed her through hell and back. They look older now. Kaidan has grey speckles throughout his temples and Garrus, a few more scars. Anderson just looks tired, and Shepard wishes things could have gone differently for the admiral. She makes it across a bridge to a makeshift medbay where Liara is already tending to the wounded, doing what she can to help the dying with her omni-tool. She still has the gore from the team’s early assault on her armor and Shepard wants to wipe it all away.

“How are the casualties?” she asks instead, walking toward the asari.

Liara doesn’t look up from her tool. “We lost people. Some of the wounded here won’t make it,” and it comes out calmly.

Shepard studies her lover. She hasn’t aged a day since their first meeting in that Prothean dig-site, yet the years took their toll in other ways. The once innocent and shy asari was now hardened by loss—most of all by Shepard’s.

“How are you holding up, Liara?” Shepard asks softly, moving closer.

“This is it, isn’t it,” Liara finally looks up at her commander, but her glacial blue eyes are distant. 

“Yeah,” Shepard breathes, “this is it.” 

The asari looks away, at the wounded—at the carnage around them in the brief moment of calm. 

“I don’t know what to say. I just know I’ll have a clever line five minutes from now,” she chuckles, but it comes out flat. Shepard reaches for her hand.

She stares calmly into her commander’s eyes. “I do have one thing for you, Shepard. A gift. It’ll only take a moment, if you want it.”

“Of course I do.”

Liara smiles and it makes Shepard’s heart yearn. She moves toward her lover, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against the asari’s.

And suddenly there is a weightless serenity. All the heaviness and pain from the battlefield, gone. When Shepard opens her eyes, she’s in a peaceful oblivion, surrounded by stars. Liara’s delicate hands fit perfectly in Shepard’s.

And they don’t need to speak because they can feel each other’s emotions. All the nuances and subtleties that can’t be conveyed with words. The comfort. The calm. The abundance of love. A glowing light rises over an artificial horizon, but Shepard is too lost in Liara’s eyes to notice its color. And when they kiss, it reminds Shepard why she’s in the fight: to give all the lovers a chance like they got. Liara moves her hands over her stomach and Shepard feels a wave of emotions. To give life a chance.

I wish we had more time, she thinks, but when her eyes open, she’s back in London.

Liara looks at her solemnly. “Thank you, Shepard, for everything. I love you.”

Shepard’s hands linger on the asari’s waist, thumbs brushing over her stomach. She’s too scared to say it out lout so she settles for, “I’ll be fighting for us.”

“I know,” Liara smiles, and this time it reaches her eyes. “Now let’s do what needs to be done.”

Shepard nods, taking in her lover one last time before the final push—her particular shade of blue, the kindness in her eyes, the softness of her body. She presses her forehead against the asari once more before she turns and makes her way through the stretchers to gather her crew.

And the minutes feel like hours as Hammer Team make their final assault through No Man’s Land. The swarm of husks and mutilated creatures is overwhelming. Soldiers fall all around, but Shepard and her team push forward. London looks unrecognizable as they navigate toward the massive Conduit Beam in the middle of the city.

“Incoming Banshees!” Liara cries out, readying a warp attack. 

“These bastards don’t give up,” Shepard grunts, feeling the weight of her Viper as she takes another headshot. 

“Brute at your five, Shepard!” Garrus shouts this time. 

“Then handle it! Where the hell is Wrex and the rest of the Krogans?”

“We’re busy cleaning up the mess you left,” Wrex’s voice booms through the static of the comms.

“It’s just like old times,” Garrus quips, but Shepard tunes him out as the claws of a banshee narrowly miss impaling her. She stabs the thing with her omni-tool and the shriek it emits is deafening.

“Shepard, take down that Destroyer!” It’s Anderson’s voice that breaks through the comms now, and Shepard spares a second to glance up a the massive Reaper that just touched down.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“There should be Thanix Missiles controls in one of the tanks. Aim and fire!” the admiral shouts.

“Tuchanka 2.0,” Shepard mutters under her breath as she continues firing at the swarm of ground enemies. The deep boom of the Destroyer shakes the whole ground as its red beam carves through the city.

“We don’t have time! I’ll cover you,” Garrus yells, nearing the commander.

Shepard dashes toward the shuttle, booting up the missiles. Everything slows as she waits for the Reaper’s cannon to open; her whole body vibrates from the adrenaline. A glow of red and she presses fire. It’s a direct hit—until they swerve away at the last second.

“What the hell was that?!” she shouts, as she takes shot at a marauder in stasis. Liara has regrouped next to her as well.

“Damnit. The conduit beam must be interfering with the missiles’ guidance,” Anderson gripes. 

“EDI? Do you read me?” Shepard barks through her comms.

“Yes, Commander,” and it’s odd hearing the AI sound so strained.

“Any suggestions?” Another shot to a husk.

“I may be able to use the Normandy to enhance the missiles’ targeting capabilities.”

“Do it.”

“I’ll need you to open a link to the operating systems.”

Shepard punches at the control system while Garrus and Liara continue firing at the enemies that keep coming. 

“Missile guidance enhanced! But the Destroyer is still out of range. It needs to be as close as possible, Commander.”

Shepard unloads into another banshee. “How the hell do we get it closer—”

“Shepard!” Anderson interrupts through her earpiece. “Harbinger is releasing everything he’s got. Hammer Team is making its way toward you. Just hold on.”

“Another wave?!” Liara sounds exasperated as her flare of biotics rips through a husk. Shepard can tell it's taking a toll on the biotic.

“We HOLD!”

And wave after wave comes. Banshees, cannibals, marauders—it’s an endless stream of near death calls. The ash from the burning surroundings stick to Shepard's sweat drenched skin and tighten her throat.

“Look,” Garrus rasps between shots, “the Destroyer is closing in.”

Shepard glances at the horizon and the massive machine is nearly on top of them now. 

“Commander, it is within range!” EDI shouts over the comms.

“Firing!”

Another two Thanix missiles fire as the beam of the Destroyer weaves its way toward Shepard. This time they stick.

“A direct hit!”

“Hit them with everything you’ve got!” Shepard barks into the comms. An array of bullets and missiles in the city rain down on the Destroyer, exploding the being and littering the surroundings with corpse. A cloud of dust hits the crew.

“Destroyer terminated.” The AI sounds marginally calmer now.

“Nice work, EDI,” Shepard coughs, and she hears footsteps marching behind her.

“Shepard, over here!” It’s Anderson, and the commander feels a wave of relief that he finally caught up to them. She makes her way toward the older man. “We’re not out of the woods yet. Hackett just reported that several Sovereign-class reapers—including Harbinger—have broken off and are headed here.”

“Harbinger…”

“It’s a long shot but it’ll give Hackett enough time to get to the Citadel. But we still need someone on the ground to get to the beam and open the doors for him.”

“We still don’t know what we’ll find onboard the Citadel…” Garrus says bleakly.

“Then that’s our job: find out what we’re up against.” Shepard looks at the turian—at all of the remaining soldiers. “We’ve made it this far. There’s no turning back now. This is what we’ve been fighting for. Victory or death.” They nod.

“Alright,” Anderson said, “saddle up.”

Inside the shuttle there’s an odd sense of peace, in spite of the occasional rocking from explosions around them. There’re no windows and Shepard exhales at the bliss of being able to sit, to rest—if only for a moment. She looks over at her crew. Liara stares fixedly ahead, exhausted, and she reaches for her hand. The asari smiles faintly, squeezing back. Garrus has a shoulder wound and blood splattered all over him. Shepard hopes most if it isn’t his. He gives her a nod, telling her he’s ready to follow her to the end. Anderson sits in front of the commander, looking more than his age. She bitterly wishes he had a chance for a tranquil retirement among the stars.

“I’m proud of you, Shepard,” Anderson speaks, and it takes her by surprise. “We’re in the home stretch now.”

“No one I’d rather do this with.”

“We’re with you ’til the end,” Garrus chimes in, and his dual-tone voice sounds so tired. Liara just squeezes her hand harder.

But the smile is quickly wiped from Shepard’s face as the shuttle crashes to a halt.

“Well it was nice while it lasted,” she says, before opening the shuttle doors. “Ready?”

Outside is carnage, and the road to the Conduit is crumbled from the impact of the beam. They’re so close, but now it’s by foot now.

“It’s Harbinger!” Liara shouts over the chaos, as Shepard spots the colossal being landing. It's at least five times bigger than the Destroyer they just took down. 

“We make a run for it! NOW!” she yells, taking off as the Reaper’s beam cuts through shuttles and soldiers alike. Shepard can only focus on the conduit beam as she navigates the debris, dodging exploding tanks and falling rubble. She watches Harbinger’s laser vaporizes the ground next to her, flipping over a vehicle. It lands right in the path of her team.

“Liara!” Shepard shouts, going back for the Asari and dragging her to cover. Garrus slams his body against the flipped tank as well.

“Normandy, do you copy?! I need an evac right now!” She looks down at Liara, who’s starting to bleed on her.

“We’re taking on heavy losses up here, Commander,” Joker yells through the comms, but moments later the Normandy pulls in. Shepard feels a surge of pride knowing only Joker could pull off a maneuver like that.

“C’mon,” Shepard groans, lifting Liara over her shoulder and running back to Normandy. Other soldiers filter off the ship for ground reinforcement. The earth shakes each time Harbinger’s beam cuts through it.

“Here, take her,” Shepard grunts, handing Liara over to Garrus. 

“Shepard!” Liara moans, reaching out as blood trails down her side.

“You gotta get out of here!”

Garrus tries to pull her onto the ship but the asari pushes back.

“I’m alright, Shepard.”

“Don’t argue with me, Liara!”

“You’re not leaving me behind!” she cries. And all Shepard can see is the shy, helpless scientist she first met on Therum.

“No matter what happens,” Shepard steps toward the asari, “you mean everything to me, Liara.” 

Tears stream down the asari’s face now as her commander kisses her with the hopelessness of a dead woman walking. Garrus looks away.

“It’ll always be you,” and she wipes away the tears and blood splattered across her azure cheeks.

“Shepard I…”

But behind them, the high-pitch whirling of Harbinger’s charging cannon shrills.

“GO!” Shepard yells, looking at Liara for a final time before sprinting away from the ship. 

“I love you!” she hears her lover sob as the loading door closes and the Normandy pulls away, but her focus is on the beam now. She weaves through Harbinger’s lasers until things go white. ____

Time is distorted. She remembers the beam. She remembers the corpses. Somewhere in there, Anderson.

“You did good, kid. You did good.”

And she remembers smiling, feeling proud. But it didn’t last. She took the dog tags and put them over her neck. And she remembers the stillness of watching the chaos in space from inside the Conduit—the muted explosions and fleets of ships outside made her feel like she was underwater. She wonders if Hackett made it.

Then there’s The Child—the one she kept seeing on Earth and in her dreams—and it’s telling her she has to make a choice. She studies the thing, this illusion of a boy, and hopes that Liara made it. She wonder’s what she’ll name their daughter; she wishes she could watch her grow.

And when Shepard walks up to the catalyst, she’s not afraid this time. It’s not like the suffocating, cold, loneliness of space over Alchera. Now, she’s over her home. Earth. With everyone she’s ever loved down there. She holds the other set of dog tags in her hands.

“We did it, Anderson. We did it.” And she fires into the catalyst.

[universe-prime]

Don't ask me the logistics about "how this works in canon" or whatever, jusT LET ME COPE

Ever since I found out that there is a CHANCE to let the Commander live, I've made it my personal mission to complete the trilogy with this ending so this lil interaction can become canon in my disillusioned brain

[sol-consort]

That adoption ask broke my heart. IT WAS SO CUTEEE. Lil bbys everywhere. I want them all!!

This is a thought that has been stirring in my head for a while, but imagine before the first contact warms up is over discovering a lil baby turian. Its mother, if shes even still alive, is long gone and you can’t bring yourself to kill something that purrs and chirps at your presence and cries whenever you stop cuddling them.

Now your stuck trying to find the babys family, abandoned your team and are in new uncharted territory for humanity… all for some chirpy, snuggly lil alien

Depending on where you find them, would you recognise the baby turian as a turian? Think about it, how different their infants look, covered in feathers with their metal plates still not fully developed.

It's not like turians would keep their children in a crib with a spinning mobile attached above. It will look extremely different to human nurseries.

You might just mistake the baby turian for an exotic pet. You're not a xenoarchaeologist. You wouldn't know enough to look for context clues that determine this is a nursery, you're just a soldier.

It's definitely a helpless child, that much is clear from its inability to fend for itself. But the connection between this fuzzy feathered chirping creature and the razorsharp metal-plated nightmare fuel ones is very slim at best.

Unless a turian enemy sees you with the baby from far away, and suddenly no one is shooting at you? But a couple of turians are definitely booking it in your direction, looking more furious than ever... They even seem to be more focused on the weird alien animal cradled in your arms than you.

That would plant the seed of doubt inside you that this might just be a turian baby, unless turians are really that serious about their pets.

Food would be the biggest issue, without knowing it's a turian just yet (and even then, would your average human soldier know about the dextro diet of the aliens they were sent to kill?) you might just poison them with human food. Hell, even giving the baby a sip of water from a glass you previously drank from would take a massive toll on their health.

You can't keep the turian baby, you wouldn't know what to feed it. You looked through what you think was the kitchen in the turian habitat rubble you found the baby at, and you couldn't tell apart their flour bags from baby formula mixtures. THEY'RE ALIENS!

Clock is ticking, you have 24 hours to return this infant to their original family, hopefully in a way that doesn't result in your death either by turian soldiers or by a charge of treason from the Alliance.

You can't just walk into a turian base, knock on their door, and hand over the child. You'd be exploded by the landmines first step near the damn building.

Maybe... spare a turian soldier and take them hostage? Your unit are a good bunch, they'll turn a blind eye to you knocking a turian out and hauling his heavy body into a cell.

Okay, now, you have two turians.

You can't... really understand what he's saying, but if you had to guess, you think he's cursing you out. His yelling seems to be agitating the baby whom you wrapped in a small blanket, because that's what you know to do with human babies.

So you scream at the turian to shut the fuck up. He looks like he wants to bite back, but the sound of a hiccups and chirping immediately quiets him down. Oh, great, he already woke up the kid. Does he realise how much effort it took you to sneak away from the makeshift bed without waking them up?

Still, time is of the essence. The baby immediately snuggles up to you the second you reach to pick them up. Chirping and squeaking, poor thing must be hungry.

With the language barrier in place, you're not exactly sure how to indicate your good intentions to this turian who's currently horrifed by the presence of a craddle robber in front of him.

Ugh, must be fabricating some story in his mind about how you'll use the baby as a hostage to extract sensitive information from him about his base of operation.

And if you would've handed the baby to any of your superiors, that nightmare scenario would've became a reality.

Thankfully, you're smarter than that.

But whatever cleverness you had when it came to military operations, completely fizzled out in communication.

Military intelligence doesn't translate over well into Game of Charades skills, apparently. Because once you opened your mouth, pointed at it, then pointed at the baby—in an attempt to ask what this thing ate—the turian was immediately tugging at the bars of his cell, scared to his core, spewing a lot of words—well more like growling.

You're just asking what the baby ate! Damn! can't he chill for a second? I mean what else would that gesture mea—

"I'M NOT EATING THE BABY, YOU GAINT UGLY BIRD"

This is... this is not going how you planned.

Fine. Okay. Improvise. You attended theatre class in high school, right? You knew how to improvise.

Setting the baby down wasn't an option. Once the cute thing woke up, they'd blare like a siren alarm until you held them in your arms. Must be an innate instinct or something.

Ten embarrassing moments later of you struggling to unzip open one simple bag, you dragged it in front of the cell and emptied all of its content out on the floor.

They were all the packaged food items that survived the rubble of the turian habitat. You went back to collect them all, for something told you giving this little kid human food would've ended in a disaster.

You vaguely gestured at all the packaged items, then at the baby in your arms.

The turian stared at you for a moment. Maybe it was finally clicking in. Please, by some miracle, let this work.

One of his claws tapped against a weird plastic looking cup reminded you of those pudding cups you'd find in supermarkets. As you opened it, you were met with a weird pink gelatinous looking mixture of... is that meat? Maybe it's better not to take a closer look, the smell was vile by itself.

Yet that very same nausea inducing smell seemed to catch the attention of the drifting-off baby in your arms. In an instant, they began chirping loudly, seemingly excited. Whilst human babies usually lifted their arms in an attempt to grab whatever thing they wanted, turian babies seemed to just sit still and open their semi-beaks wide.

You gave the turian in front of you one last look. He seemed anxious still, albeit all traces of horror were gone from his features.

The baby swallowed the contents of the cup in one big gulp... you tried not to think about it too much. Focusing on the packaging of the cup instead, etching it into memory. Now you know what to look for when on the frontlines in urbane areas.

So now what?

Do you just hand the baby to the soldier in front of you and wash your hands off this whole thing? You can blindfold him and lead him out of the base to a secluded area, baby in arms, food bag on his shoulder, and send him on his way.

Is the baby's family even still out there? Or did all turian civilians evacuate already? Could they have...

The baby's innocent eyes look up at you with nothing but absolute faith and adoration. Like you were their whole world.

It makes your heart sink to your stomach, thorns digging into your throat.

You were just defending your home, you thought you were...

This stupid war.

Turians attacked first, and yet when you look at the baby in your arms, their fate completely unkown, you can't help but resent both sides, both species who focused on the bigger picture and turned a blind eye to the casualties, the fate of innocents.

[major-alenko]

This line makes me so sad. Poor Shep. After all the emotional damage of the last year, all the hurt, and the misunderstandings, she finally gets a chance to reconnect and repair her relationship with Kaidan—and he nearly dies the second she turns her back.

In my headcanon, Tara didn’t reply to Kaidan after Horizon to protect him from Cerberus (especially after the Illusive Man admits to siccing the Collectors on Horizon to get to her). She hoped if she pretended like she’d moved on, TIM wouldn’t see Kaidan as a target.

And she was wrong. TIM orders Dr. Eva to kill Kaidan because he knows she still cares about him. All that pain she brought on both of them and now she has no idea if she’s ever going to be able to make it right. She has to leave him behind to rescue the primarch, and if Kaidan dies, she will have to carry that guilt forever.

On top of that, the Reapers are invading, Anderson's stranded on Earth, her mom is MIA, and all her other friends except Liara and Joker are in the wind. It’s an awful lot to deal with. Not to mention everything else she’s been through in the past few years: Ash’s death, the destruction of the Normandy, the Lazarus Project, and being forced to work with Cerberus.

I love the moments where Shepard gets to show hints of vulnerability with her crew. What a heartbreaking admission.

[strawberrykidneystone]

you know that thing where people tend to beg for their mothers in the face of death?

imagine colonist!shepard, begging the universe to feel her mother’s embrace one last time while she’s clutching her wounded side, the catalyst waiting for her decision

imagine earthborn!shepard crying out for a mother she never even knew, yet some part of her knew that she wanted her mother at that moment

imagine spacer!shepard fruitlessly sending her mother one last message from her omnitool, knowing that she’ll most likely never receive it but she has to try to make sure her mother survives without her

[lovelywingsart]

Spoiler, he may have given them more than a few minutes uwu

Who knows how long Cam passed out for, but I mean... Even Saren knows the importance of a good rest.

But also, how could he resist? Always gotta love how adorable your muscle idiot looks when cuddled to your side💙

[squigglysquidd]

Little short of angsty unrequited Shakarian?

[cephydeluxe]

was making an angsty shakarian playlist when i looked at the date and realized it was N7 day……… huh

anyway happy N7 day to my precious train wreck mass effect trilogy🎉🥳

[scribblesandknots]

Shadows Fall

Summary:

“Garrus?” Shepard said softly. “Just…go.” His voice cracked. “Tell him to go.” He lowered his rifle. “He’s giving you a second chance, Sidonis - don’t waste it.” Garrus ripped his comm off his head before Sidonis could reply. His rifle clattered to the causeway floor. Garrus pulled his knees to his chest and put his hands to the back of his head. The rifle’s clattering fall was gunfire in an Omega hallway. The tinny echo of the metal walkway was the distortion of the radio. (“The mercs made me listen while they…”) The screams - for solace, for deliverance, for vengeance - went on and on, unanswered. ~ Shepard needs Garrus. Garrus needs to get his head on straight. A Mass Effect 2 retelling from Garrus's POV, with extra angst. Mostly canon-compliant with some creative liberties.

Tags:

Relationship:

Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian

Characters:

Female Shepard (Mass Effect)

Garrus Vakarian

Jacob Taylor

Miranda Lawson

Skye Shepard

Mordin Solus

Grunt (Mass Effect)

Kaidan Alenko

EDI (Mass Effect)

Tali'Zorah nar Rayya

Karin Chakwas

Zaeed Massani

Additional Tags:

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

Pining

Mutual Pining

Friends to Lovers

Canon-Typical Violence

almost canon compliant

Angst with a Happy Ending

Identity Issues

Self-Esteem Issues

Battlefield Banter

battle buddies

POV Garrus Vakarian

Dissociation

Nightmares